#and they smell like them. and it brings blorbo joy

[horriblengrossstories]

(I wanna stop asking dumb questions but I can’t… I just feel like I’m bothering you by asking so many things) anyway—what about an MC who overthinks everything and just tenses up with any kind of affection? (like that time a friend told me they liked me and I just froze like a stiff loaf of bread). I’m sorry but MC is 100% becoming a reflection of all the silly stuff I do.Can I keep asking anonymous questions? They actually cheer me up a lot, but I’m scared I’m annoying you with all my self-projection onto MC 😭

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My Peeps, this is a self ship blog!

You are supposed to project. You're allowed to ask as many questions as you want, especially if they bring you comfort. That’s literally what this space is for :D

Mutt is a mirror. She’s you. She’s me. She’s every little feral, frozen, overwhelmed, traumatized, giggling mess that survived long enough to still love things. Still ask questions. Still be here.

So yes send 100 anonymous asks!!!!

Send self-insert overthinking loaf-of-bread brain headcanons.

Tell me how you freeze up when someone is nice to you. I get it. That’s Mutt Core.

That’s exactly what Derek likes to squish with his scary warm hands.

Fandoms don’t die because people stop liking things they die because people get scared to talk, to be weird, to be wrong, or to just exist loudly. And when it turns into a purity test or a popularity contest instead of a playground? People stop playing.

It’s not a fandom anymore. It’s a museum.

Everything’s behind glass. Don’t touch. Don’t speak. Don’t question. Don't ship that. Don’t write that. Don’t be that.

And suddenly the thing that used to bring joy starts feeling like a trap.

So yeah. Let people be cringe. Let them post 3am thoughts about their blorbo’s skincare routine. Let them write 200k word fanfics about trauma bonding in a dungeon. Let them project, confess, self-insert, cope.

Okay rant over, time for the headcannons.

The first time Mutt freezes when he touches her? Derek’s like a shark smelling blood in the water. Except instead of attacking, he gets playful.

“What, that too much for you?”

“You survive me dragging you by your hair and calling you a mutt , but I touch your face and you go full rigor mortis?”

The New Game: “How Much Can I Make Her Malfunction”

Brushes her hair out of her face while staring dead in her eyes.

“There she goes. That look. Like I’m short-circuiting her little mutt brain.”

Tells her she did good and means it. She physically seizes. He laughs.

“What, you allergic to kindness? Wanna go back in the cage or are you gonna sit still and take a compliment?”

Pulls her into his lap, and she sits like she’s been petrified by a witch curse.So he pets her head. Over and over. Until she starts blinking again.

Whispered praise. Not dirty talk. Just affection. It’s more powerful than anything else.

“Good girl being all mine.”

Sometimes he’s patient. Sometimes he just holds her frozen form and murmurs dumb things like “relax, idiot, I’m not gonna bite… unless you ask real nice.”

[Birdie here again I’m 25 and I’ve seen so many fandoms die not from lack of content, but from people being too afraid to interact.

Like… people wanted to talk, but felt like they couldn’t. Felt like their takes weren’t good enough, or their art wasn’t perfect, or they’d be “problematic” for shipping the wrong thing, or they’d get ignored if they weren’t in some clique.

And so they stopped posting and stopped having fun.

And the fandom didn’t explode or implode. It just… quietly dried up.

I don’t wanna see that happen here, not to this blog.

So like the weird post. Reblog the same art four times! Send unhinged asks. Project onto characters.

To Be cringe Is To Be free.

-Birdie 🐦

Ps.All I ask is that people understand this space takes time. I make things when I can, when I have the energy and I can say no to any request, for any reason. No hard feelings, but no pressure either. Please don’t idolize me. I’m just a little punk bird yelling into the void, same as you.

Love the characters. Love the mess. Love the art.

[myrmyrtheorca]

🌅 (sunrise) - What does your oc look forward to every day? Do they have something to look forward to in the first place? What makes them wake up in the morning? Why do they want to be alive?

🍊(orange) - Is your oc more selfish or selfless? Are they willing to sacrifice themselves or their goals for others? Why are they this way?

🍁 (maple leaf) - What brings your character joy? Do they find happiness in the small things? Does it take a lot to cheer them up?

For Myr & Tristam , thank you for succumbing

I will always happily succumb oblige to you taking the time to ask me about the orcinus orca project blorbos ♪(´▽｀)🩵 ask game

(oh dear I'm so sorry this got super long, putting the read more jail up-)

🌅 (sunrise) - What does [Myr]/[Tristam] look forward to every day? Do they have something to look forward to in the first place? What makes them wake up in the morning? Why do they want to be alive?

[Myr] - Before Reborn came to effectively buy her off the hands of her family under order of the Ninth, Myr's only reason to go on was the hope that things somehow would change. That her condition as disowned would eventually be shaken, one way or another. After all, Tristam would have inherited the title of Ninth Nero Signore, something had to happen at that point, right?

Her dad once told her she was capable of wonderful things nobody in the Cavalieri could have ever even imagined to do. She held onto those words for years, believing that she would have managed one way or another. She had Lidija, Anemone, the plants and the birds. The taste of stolen honey from the pantry, the smell of the gourds growing in the greenhouses she wasn't supposed to visit. Each day, the world would give her a reason not to give up. And when it didn't, she'd remind herself that she's stronger than that, than anybody. She's the strongest of all.

Now that she's in Namimori, things are changing rapidly. Food doesn't have to be earned or stolen, people look for her and call her name. It's ethereal, and she wonders if she can let herself hang onto these new things. The plants and the birds don't change, they stay in their flowerbeds and nests. But what about people?

[Tristam] - well, he's destined for greatness. That's what he's been told since the day he was born. He has a duty, he must become the next Cavalieri boss and bring the family towards a new age of prosperity, like the Fifth Nero Signore did before him.

He's feared and admired, and every day he makes new steps towards a world where that's the same for his family. For far too long the Cavalieri have stayed in the comfortable shadows, while the Vongola, the Cavallone, and the Giglio Nero feasted under the light of the sun. Why should them act different? They have the right. They have the Pallid Flame, a power made to be revered.

Every day, he dreams to be seated among them, the old and decrepit bosses of the other families, shining among them like a gem in the mud.

🍊(orange) - Is [Myr]/[Tristam] more selfish or selfless? Are they willing to sacrifice themselves or their goals for others? Why are they this way?

[Myr] - Myr doesn't want to be selfish, but as someone who was denied everything she ever wanted, there's no way she has the self-control not to let that part surface.

However, she tries. She's seen Lidija, how many times she risked getting punished for helping her simply because she wanted to, how seriously she took the job of bringing her more food and providing her with everything she needed. She admires people like that.

But Myr is a taker. She wants to be selfless because it brings praise and builds connections, but she will always need something in return. She deserves it, right? After all she was forced to endure, she deserves everything else, right?

[Tristam] - Tristam likes to reciprocate the good deeds his subordinates do for him, but ultimately only to ensure their loyalty towards him. He'd never throw his life, his royal statement of existence, for someone who wasn't even strong enough to survive on their own. It's simply not his destiny.

🍁 (maple leaf) - What brings [Myr]/[Tristam] joy? Do they find happiness in the small things? Does it take a lot to cheer them up?

[Myr] - Myr would love to pass as the one who finds joy in the little things, but what really makes her happy is being seen, heard and praised. Attention is what truly makes her know she's doing the right thing, that she's going through the right path.

Wether this path is good or bad for her matters little, as long as someone is watching her taking it. Knowing she has a duty to follow through with or someone to not let down reminds her that somewhere at the end of it all there's acceptance.

[Tristam] - Tris's joy is himself, he needs very little else. Or, that's what he thinks. He finds it easier to think that whenever there's someone else in the room. Being so intimidating, very few can stand an informal conversation with him.

And he appreciates those few who can, so much so that sometimes... he wish they'd stay there. No need to be talking, that's exhausting after a while. Just being there. He can't put it to words - someone of his caliber shouldn't need anything or anyone other than himself to find joy. His existennce should suffice him, yearning doesn't suit him.