#Like outside the animation you got nothing

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[that-hazbin]

Blackout AU: the fight with Adam seems like the ideal time for Alastor to have an "episode;" imagine if Alastor blackout for the first time in decades after nearly getting cut in half by Adam, wakes up in his destroyed radiotower, assumes he just barely managed to get away, stitches himself back up, reappears during The Song as usual, and later finds himself being congratulated by Rosie and his fellow Overlords for brutally murdering the First Man on live TV.

Rose: I was terrified after he struck you down, but then you got back up and ripped out his through with your teeth and tossed me and my cannibals fresh angel guts! Of course, it was a shame you had to toss his head at the rest of the Exorcist Army for a message, but it was brutally effective!

Alastor: ...I did what?

Oh the battle is the PERFECT time for Alastor to have a blackout! He's spent years not having any because he's gotten used to the constant stress of hell, but this battle will definitely reach a whole new height of stress for him. It definitely surpasses his current threshold.

The second he gets sliced by that axe, he's gone. Everything goes silent. Vox's feed, meanwhile, loses the static. He, and everyone else watching, 100% believe that Alastor just died. Otherwise, there'd still be static covering his body, right?

Except Alastor gets up. He gets up, and he rushes Adam like he's got nothing left to lose. There's no control, no finesse, no thought behind the brutal assault. Simply raw instinct, like that of a cornered animal.

Alastor's body is rushing to complete two objectives. One, he must get rid of the threat. And two, he must escape to safety. He doesn't even have the presence of mind to acknowledge that simply ripping Adam apart with his teeth won't stop the man from regenerating— not that that matters, of course, when he throws the body away from himself and towards the group of ravenous cannibals gleefully wielding angelic weaponry.

Alastor, of course, wakes up in his Radio tower, a little while after the noises outside die down. He's still painfully stressed, but at a much more manageable level. Takes his time downing some whiskey he keeps hidden under his station. (It's a miracle, really, that it survived.) Then, he gets to work, slowly and carefully stitching himself back up into something marginally more intact.

When he makes his reappearance, he's a little surprised by the looks of... respect? That he's receiving. He imagined running from battle with his tail between his legs would damage his reputation, but it seems not. Hell, not even Vox's obnoxious camera crew tries to approach him! It's rather strange that Vox is not attempting to press his advantage...

Then Rosie starts talking to him. And he has to try very, very hard not to reveal that he has no fucking clue what she's talking about.

He already didn't like the fact that he had no control of himself when he blacks out. He hates it even more that he's capable of such destruction while unconscious. What would have happened if his feral mind had directed that devastation towards someone who didn't deserve it? What if he had hurt Rosie? Nifty? Charlie?

He needs control. He needs it. Fuck.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain fallen angel is watching him with considering eyes.

[ghostsandfools]

This image has taken an IMMENSE toll on my mental health so now you all get to hear my ramblings ^^

So, before we get into this, I just wanted to say that I don’t know ANYTHING. I’m gonna talk about ‘symbolism’ and ‘environmental storytelling.’ Do I know what those are? Hell no! But I’m gonna take an educated guess and DO IT ANYWAYS!

The imagery of the tree and the stars is so interesting to me. Like, there’s a whole world out there that these two will never get to experience. All they have is each other and the other little forms of life around them. They may not get to see the world outside, but they can have a little part of it. They can learn about human life from the children that visit every day, they can have their trees and their grass and their cartoonish animals, and they can experience friendship and love with each other.

I don’t think any of that made sense but it’s okay because I have more paragraphs that will !! I’ve already said this before in a different post a while back, but I wanted to type it here too. Dandy being a plant is so fascinating. Plants and the Earth are important to many religions (at least I think they are? Idk, I grew up worshipping the Mother Earth so maybe I’m biased here). Dandy is like the god of this little world. Something divine, something that came from the Earth itself.

Now’s probably a good time to mention ichor, which literally means ‘the blood of gods.’ What is it??? I like to think that it comes from plants, maybe through boiling or roasting the leaves of a certain plant. Now, is there any in-game evidence for that? Nope! It’s purely a headcanon. But I think it would be narratively satisfying. Dandy is not just a plant, he’s the Earth. He’s the world that all the other toons live in. His face is everywhere, HE is everywhere, he is everything, at least in this little building. The world outside doesn’t matter. Even if the humans have influence on their lives, nothing from out there can truly affect them inside the building.

But then, there’s Astro. Astro is Dandy’s ‘best friend,’ his partner his crime. Is it obvious from the tone of this post that I like moonflower? I hope so.

While Dandy’s face is plastered everywhere, Astro is more hidden in plain sight. My main example of this is that Dandy’s theme is ‘Clair De Lune,’ a song specifically about the moon. There are plenty of classical songs about flowers, but instead the most recognizable song in the game is one about the moon.

Astro is more important than many people realize, and I think that’s why he fits in so well with space. We live on the Earth, everything we see is on Earth, everything we do is on Earth. Our whole lives are based around this little planet. From here, the moon is just a tiny rock in the sky, and the other planets are mere specks.

Astro is magical, he can literally control dreams and levitate things and perform magic! I don’t doubt that he’s more powerful than Dandy, even in twisted form. But Dandy gets the attention anyways, because even if Astro is more powerful, he looks small and shy and sad. Dandy is the one with the social power. It is HIS world to control.

Did any of that make sense? Probably not! I’m not the best at conveying my thoughts I don’t think, but I hope you kinda got it? Idk. I need to go get my cookies out of the oven, I’m ending this here

[dragon-creates]

Funnybunny Week 2025

Prompt: Fight

AU: Murder Drones AU by @croissantberry @funnybreadd and me!

AO3

Jax tapped his fingers against his arms, both of them crossed over his chest as he awkwardly waited for Pomni’s outside her and her father’s home. She had gotten into another fight with her dad - with Caine hiding more information about Pomni’s mother again.

Eventually Pomni shoved the door open and slammed it behind her, her eyes tired and frustrated. “So…how did he fry your circuits this time?” Jax asked.

Pomni averted her gaze from him, hugging herself, “...it was the toy she gave me before she died. I thought I lost it but…Caine was hiding it from me. Because it hurt him to see it!” Pomni scoffed, rubbing a non-existent tear away, “It doesn’t matter if I needed it for comfort as a kid, his feelings matter more! It’s not like he buried himself in his work and ignored his only child while she was grieving! Oh wait! He did!”

Jax pursed his lips, he wasn’t great at comforting others - his only purpose was to kill after all. But Pomni was a special little robot, tying his internal wires into many knots, “Pomni…”

“Just…just leave me be,” Pomni looked up at him, pleadingly.

Jax nodded, she needed her space, “Okay.”

Part of him wanted to stop her, but it was best to let her walk away for now. He hated seeing her hurt…because it annoyed him of course! Not because he felt sorry for her. No…definitely not that. 

.

.

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“JAX!”

The drone groaned when hearing the familiar voice, “Need anything Rags?”

The redheaded robot grunted at his tone, “Your pet’s gone loose! She’s tearing our base apart!”

Now this was new to Jax, Pomni wasn’t usually a ‘destroy first talk later’ kind of girl, “Did you see anything wrong with her?”

“I don’t know!” Ragatha suddenly paused. “Oh no.”

Jax raised a concerned brow, “‘Oh no’ what?!”

“Her eyes,” Ragatha paled. “They were yellow.”

Jax froze. The only time Pomni’s eyes were yellow was during the cabin trip…where she killed whoever was in her path.

Jax pushed past Ragatha, spreading his wings as he zoomed back to their base. There he could see Pomni, settled on top as she gnawed on the head of a deceased drone - like a damn animal.

“Heyyyy Pomni,” he slowly approached her, the female robot cocked her head in his direction. “How about we put down the dead remains and clean up this mess you made, yeah?”

A distorted giggle left her throat, throwing the head away and beelining for him. Jax didn’t get a moment to prepare himself when she body-slammed herself into him, shoving him into the ground, “What’s wrong Jax? I thought you out of everyone would appreciate a little blood and gore from time to time.”

Jax struggled underneath her, she had gotten stronger overtime, “First of all, we don’t have blood hon, we’re robots. And second, I’m not gonna let you do something you’ll regret when you’re lucid.”

“Hmm, fine,” she hummed. Her tail rose above him, the feral mouth on the end of it grinning madly at him. Like a wolf ready to pounce.

Jax made a disgruntled noise, wrapping a leg around Pomni’s waist and pulled her off him. He stood quickly, flapping his wings as he hovered into the air, “Come on Pomni, you gotta snap out of it! Don’t let your dad make you go crazy!”

Now that got Pomni’s attention, but not for the reasons Jax hoped for, “Caine? Hehe. I’m sure he’ll make a good meal. After all, he never cared for me. So why should I care for him?”

Her own wings spread, turning to fly to the dorms. Jax had to act fast, bringing out his gun from his arm and firing it towards an abandoned building. He watched as the rubble fell in front of Pomni, blocking her path. She turned to him again, her smile unfeeling and heartless, “Don’t get in my way Jax, I have no problem with getting rid of pests.”

“I have years of experience hon,” Jax grinned, determined. “You got nothing on me.”

Something flickered in her eyes, “We’ll see.”

Her hand flicked, the familiar triangle symbol from her hand appearing as it wrapped around Jax’s waist, throwing him into another building. Jax squeezed his eyes shut when he was thrown into the glass, shattering around him when he landed on the floor. Okay, that hurt.  But it wasn’t his first rodeo.

He flew back out again, circling Pomni and dodging her attacks. Whatever he did, he couldn’t hurt her. What was it that worked last time she was like this…wait, he got it. But it was definitely gonna sting. 

He fired his gun into the sky, creating a distraction. Pomni’s eyes darted up briefly, that was all he needed. He flew towards her, wrapping her arms around her tight. When she tried to use her symbol again, his gun switched to a blade and blocked the attack before it could happen. Her tail reached for his - here it goes. 

Jax brought his arm up, letting her stab him with his own tail. Yup, that stung. But it did the trick. Pomni’s eyes flashed from yellow back to its regular red and blue at the realization of what she did, “Jax?!”

Her facial features glitched for a moment, her body going limp. Jax was quick to catch her, holding her bridal style, safe and secure. He stuck his hand into his mouth, letting it heal quicker as she came to. “Hey sleeping beauty, feeling better?”

“Ugh, no, whasss happenin?” Pomni blinked, slurring her words.

“Oh you know, just a little chaos and destruction,” Jax told her. “You kinda had a breakdown thanks to your dad.”

“I’m sssssorry,” Pomni replied apologetically and sad. She looked like a kicked puppy.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jax smiled down at her. “It could’ve been worse.”

It didn’t seem to make her feel better. Jax ran a comforting hand through her hair, bringing her head forward to rest on his shoulder, “How about we just heat up some oil and take a nap, how does that sound?”

“Will you hold me?” Pomni asked innocently.

Jax’s vitals sped up, if he could blush he would be doing just that, “Uh, yeah hon. If you want me to.”

“Thanksss,” Pomni snuggled in closer to him. “I’m sorry again.” 

His metaphorical heart broke when he heard her sniffle, “Hey now, it’ll be fine. Soon enough this’ll be something we’ll laugh about in the future. You’ll be alright.”

Pomni sniffed, “Okay.”

He watched as her breathing evened out, slouching against him as sleep took over her. Jax flew off back to the dorms, Pomni fast asleep in his arms. He really had it bad for this girl.  

[duskthestars]

Pet Regressor!Deer (or fawn) Glinda Headcanons! Part 3

Full Fawn edition!

Soooo @glindiepie commented this idea in my previous hcs and i thougth it was such a cute idea so have some hcs about it!

AU where pet regressors can transform into the animal they regressed, this can be a Classification AU too :3

Her fur is always so clean and shiny, she loves baths so much.

Elphaba helps her with the baths, always speaking to her with a gentle tone while she washes her.

"Oh, my sweet, look at you, what a beautiful fur you have! You look so precious!" And Glinda bleats at her happily.

Elphaba has to close the bathroom door when its bathtime because sometimes Glinda can be a little too energetic and runs around their room after the bath is done, making everything wet.

She doesn't like playing with other pet regressors, she spends her playtime with Elphaba instead, she loves sleeping in her lap while Elphaba pets her head.

If she is outside and Elphaba is not close, she is probabily lost haha.

Her pink collar not only has a bell, but a tag which says "If lost, return to Elphaba." With Elphaba's information.

Glinda and Elphaba have a few classes in which they are not together, sometimes Glinda misses her Mama so much that she either 1.- Enters Elphaba's class like its nothing and lays in her lap 2.- The door is closed, so she strach the door with her hooves and bleats at it, calling for her mama.

"Miss Elphaba, please go and take your regressor. Given how the class isnt over, she is allow to sleep in your lap."

Her tantrums are just adorable, just a bunch of "Meh, meh!" While she stamps her hoove in the floor or jumps.

Doctor Dillamont's loves to spend time with her, telling her stories or taking care of her if Elphaba is busy with something.

The first time Glinda got lost was when her and Elphaba went to a town close to Shiz, she was so energetic that she started to run to see the city, but when she realized, she was lost.

She was so so scared :( bleating, trying to call for her mama, she couldn't find Elphaba even after searching for hours that she thougth mama had abandoned her.

Elphaba found her at night time, in an alley, trembling in fear, the poor thing :(

After that day, Glinda wears her collar and if her and Elphaba go outside of Shiz she has to wear her leash.

(sfw interactions only pls :3)

[truck-senpai]

This blog is kinda turning into my diary but did I talk abt how I hate neverland s2

Like absolutely despise how they just jumbled a bunch of surface lvl stuff into a blender and gave us the blandest shake ever instead of the whole recipe?

Neverland could have actually become one of the best animes out there with its season 2 but noooo

[lecliss]

The choice from Sunday is kinda weird cuz the options are build a cage in the house for the bird or build a nest where it fell and one leads to the bird growing up but dying once its set free and the other one probably leads to it dying much sooner. They both feel like the same option and even tho obviously the most kind, caring, morally right thing to do is keep it inside so at least it lives longer even if it's in a cage. But like to me both options suck and are basically nothing cuz I'm sorry if I look like a bad person for this, but I'm not sorry, but I'm not fuckin touching a wild animal. Even if I knew it was there even if I bothered to check out the sound to find a bird, which I wouldn't, I'm not touching it. I'm not even getting close enough to find out it's too young to fly yet. Whatever happens to it happens man and I'll never know what happens to it cuz I'm not even gonna look at it. Like, where's the 'you seem like an asshole but really it's quite a normal choice' in this whole trial thing??? That's usually an option you can pick. Sunday!!! Sunday, listen!!! There are more than two choices!!! You don't have to always do something!!!! You can just walk away!!! You don't have to try to do something for everyone all the time!!! Think about yourself sometimes!!! It's not selfish I promise!!! SUNDAY!!! OH MY GOD HIS WINGS ARE COVERING HIS EARS HE CANT HEAR US!!!!

[em0-snail]

EVERYONE CROSS YOUR FINGERS THAT I ACTUALLY GET TO KEEP ONE OF THESE STUMPY PUPPIES!!!

[robertsbarbie]

i never feel unsafe when i go on walks with tucker because i know at the end of the day he will protect me (even though he’s a big softie) but today yall i was real worried!

[whatudottu]

New OC time, and for every person to call him an animal Wrau adds another tally to his shit list-

Ough fuck my hand broke

[cheapcheapfaker]

[catchcrows]

You STOLE people's PETS????!

okay so first, it wasn't just me, my mother helped

second, if i'm outside and an animal chooses to follow me and i happen to be going inside my house, that's between them and g-d

third, if they like being in my house with water and food and the most long-suffering terrier on the planet better than being outside, that's again not my business

fourth, there's only so much long-suffering any terrier can do before it's time to kick out the guests

[icewindandboringhorror]

Very generic “”gothy” character in a children’s cartoon” type look just out of curiosity, seeing if I had enough stuff to put together a full outfit from a box of old clothes lol. I didn’t have an actual main shirt though, so it’s just a plain tank top with cat shape cut out of paper and safety pinned onto the front 

[waywardsalt]

okokokok so on the topic of botw/totk link having little to no emotion in cutscenes. ive said it in other posts but in botw it honestly makes sense given his present scenario and you are given a pretty good reason for it in the past. he's under a lot of pressure and he's just trying to do his job. in totk it does not work because he should have new memories now and he has memories with these new sages and with zelda and yet he's all but stonefaced with this people. there are some micro expressions and that's fine. but to me the problem with his lack of emoting in cut scenes is that it makes him very devoid of personality. he doesn't talk, so you're going to get the most of his personality from the way he moves and emotes, but in the cutscenes he just comes off as... dutiful stoic knight. with no meaningful feelings towards these people supporting him.

i'm not asking for him to be animated with all of these flourishes to give him some bombastic personality, but i just want to see him... react to stuff. see him express some extra emotion asides from determination.

people argue against botw/totk link having no expression by pointing out that he DOES emote quite a bit in gameplay and pointing that that there! there's his personality! and yes! i see it! and that kind of makes his lack of emotion in cutscenes worse! he can be and has been animated with personality and preferences and reactions and for some reason none of it is in the story important cutscenes! normally it's the other way around!

this isn't even fully about him having minimal expressions: i get it when people say it's maybe an autism thing, and that makes sense! i personally don't do a whole lot of expression when i'm under pressure, so i get it! that makes sense! i don't necessarily want him to have the facial expressions that skyward sword link had, i just want to see some shred of visual personality out of him in these cut scenes.

i mean... in ocarina of time, when the great deku tree is done telling his little story, you see that link has been sitting down. that's... something! stuff like the way he gets out of his bed and the speed at which he walks or runs in cut scenes... the engines oot and oot3d were done on can't allow for the same kinds of animations as botw/totk, but we still got little bits of personality just out of the way he moved his body. you emote with your body as much as your face. i may have a fairly straight face, but the way i may move gives away how i feel and how i act.

i wanted something like what we got in that first scene under hyrule castle- i wanted more of the moment when he gently takes zelda's torch because he knows her, understands that she may need both of her hands, and is willing to hold this torch for her while she grabs her stuff. you get a bit of personality out of that, you get that he knows zelda and how she works to some degree, and you get that there is trust between them because of this.

as far as i remember, this is the only instance of link being animated in such a way that suggests personality and his relationships with others. he emotes and is animated plenty outside of story beats, so he's very lively in dialogue options and little extra cutscenes, but in story beats, where he is interacting with his friends and discovering history and incredible secrets and trying to help the people he cares about and the world he cares about- it's all washed away, and it's kind of frustrating. i don't want anything big, just subtle little things, like his taking zelda's torch for her. something that isn't just him interacting with his environment and tepidly reacting- something that suggests little things about him and his opinions.

[werewolfbneimitzvah]

vent post. There are two stories i was told in my teenage years that even before i had a real concept of trans issues made me uninterested in discussing the supposed sacredness and safety of separated sex-based spaces.

First, when i was like 13 or 14 my PE teacher told us about a time she went to a women's public restroom, some guy was hanging out outside the bathrooms, she didn't think anything of it, went to the bathroom, and he walked in after her and like, creeped on her over the top of the stall. She was ok, she wasn't telling us this to scare us, just telling us what to do in situations like that (and iirc she was telling the whole co-ed class this, not just girls, bc it's useful for everyone), but this taught me immediately and forever that there's nothing actually keeping these spaces separate really, that anyone can be a creep in any space, and that establishing a space like that as for women only isn't actually particularly useful for safety.

Second, when i was 16 i was at an anime convention, a friendly acquaintance of mine and i ended up in conversation outside, and he showed me his bare wrist and told me he'd been kicked out. A female friend of his had stepped in dog poop outside, and between that and the stress of the convention she'd had a bit of an emotional breakdown, so being her friend, he started comforting her and ushered her into the women's restroom so they could wash the poop off her shoe together. And because he was a man who went into the women's bathroom, he got kicked out, no matter that he was doing something that was actually beneficial to a woman. Punishing a woman's friend for supporting her was supposed to... protect her somehow? This made it clear to me that a no-exceptions rule separating the sexes like that wasn't actually inherently good for everyone.

And this isn't even getting into me as a child needing to accompany my younger sister to the restroom when we were out with just my dad because she had certain support needs past the age he felt comfortable bringing her into the men's room with him. And what if I'd been born a boy, or she'd been the first born? Who's helping her then?

And of course even putting all this aside, we should always prioritize compassion and support anyway. But i never even needed to meet a trans person to know that "keeping men out of women's bathrooms" is silly nonsense. But trans people also need to pee anyway and as humans they have that right, so leave them the fuck alone. your precious women's restroom is just a fucking room with a door, holy shit give it a fucking rest, if someone is attacking you in the bathroom that's bad and if someone is in there to pee that's good and it doesn't fucking matter what their junk is or was when they were born.

a woman could have done the exact same thing to my PE teacher and it would have also been bad no matter how "supposed" to be in the restroom she was, and no one should ever be punished for helping a crying friend wash their shoe.

Anyway i know I'm speaking to like-minded folks here, i just think about those two stories literally every time bathroom gender shit comes up and it pisses me off.

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Just random random headcannons about my wife <3

She makes lots of noises; grunts, sighs, groans. It’s basically a language that only you can understand at this point.

“Hmph,” she grunted with her usual grumpy expression. “You want cuddles?” She nods her head in response.

Snores but denies it. It’s like when you’re sharing a hotel room with your family and your dad’s snoring keeps you awake; staring at the ceiling. You’ve told her multiple times but she just doesn’t believe it.

“You kept me awake all night,” you said in disbelief as your utterly exhausted eyes met hers. “Uh-huh, how? Do NOT say because I was snoring.””You were snoring.”

But in all seriousness, she started sleeping on her side—the snoring was due to her sleeping on her back.

Doesn’t care for public affection, not that she won’t slip her arm around your waist or have her hand on your thigh once in a while—but it isn’t often.

(Saw someone else say this)—absolutely loves dad jokes. She won’t laugh at anything else but dad jokes.

“Hey babe,” you slid next to her on the couch. “Hm?””What days are the strongest?“ you asked. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Saturday and Sunday,” you started to smile. “Why?” She was slightly curious. “‘Cause the rest are weekdays,” she couldn’t even hold it before she burst out laughing.

Takes her mechanical arm off before she goes to bed because she doesn’t wanna hurt you.

Tough with everyone else but you, Jinx and Isha (they’re alive and well).

Isha made a cheerful noise as she raised her tea cup. Sevika sat across from her, hunched over the small table, teacup in hand. She pretended to drink from it, “Mm, nice.”

Perfers actions over words—for example, her version of an apology is by doing more of what she should’ve done in the past. If she wasn’t spending much time with you before, she’d immediately take it upon herself to fix her schedule.

VERY protective, especially when you’re at The Last Drop, nothing escapes her vision.

Once, this guy attempted to flirt with you but before he could get a word out, he was immediately met with a deadly glare from her. She pulled you closer towards her with a raised eyebrow, “You got something to say?” That sent him babbling in fear, “Uh-no, no, of course not!—“”Get out of my sight.”

Claims she’s not an animal person but will come home with a kitten she found on the street.

“It wouldn’t stop following me,” she said while avoiding eye contact with you. You knew she was lying.

Sometimes when she comes back from work she’ll just collapse on the couch. She’s a busy woman, alright?

Jinx cut her hair then made fun of her afterwards.

Jinx cackled after she looked at the final product, “Sweetcheeks ain’t gonna love you now, are they?” The older woman simply grumbled under breath, “You’re the one who cut it.””Yeah and I made it ugly on purpose.”

You ended up loving her hair anyway.

Secretly likes when you lay on top of her; loves seeing how comfortable you are

She’s always warm; your personal heater

Somehow gives the best hugs—bear hugs, but is so awkward with it

Takes the longest showers known to mankind; once she gets in, be prepared to wait about an hour. Meanwhile, half the time it’s just her staring at the wall.

Will let Isha climb her on rare occasions; sometimes the girl gets insanely hyper and is moving all over the place.

Says she’s “not fond of kids” but has a soft spot for them.

A little boy with blue-dyed hair walked up to her while she was outside one day. “H-hi, can you please sign this?” He asked in a soft-spoken manner, showing a drawing, offered with a crayon. She didn’t respond but took the paper and signed her name on the back. Internally, she was in disbelief that this boy looked up to her in some way. “Thank you!” He gave a big smile before running back to his group of friends, happily showing them the signature. A twitch edged at the end of her mouth.