#but horror enables his behavior and even encourages his bad thoughts

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I hope you guys know that I am aware that Dust/Murder sans eyelights are not constantly red/cyan. I am aware. I know when he isn't using his magic. It's just white.

I wanna give you my reasoning why I don't draw him like that

1. He's never feels safe.

That's it.

He always tensed. He's never been relaxed enough to let go of his magic.

Why would he want to anyway? He needs to constantly burn it anyway. Right?

Actually, constantly using his magic is the reason why he needs to burn it out so much.

If he has it constantly activated, it'll continuously produce magic to restore what is lost. This leads to the overabundance of magic in his system. He's not always wasting it, but he's always using it. His body and mind THINKS he needs the magic. So it's rapidly replenishing what it thinks is needed for an emergency. If he just let it go, it'd build up slowly rather than rapidly pouring magic into his little body. It's also why he's so irritated. He's always tensed and on the verge of snapping at someone.

It's like leaving your phone on when your on an application. It starts to heat up. Unless you turn it off, it won't cool.

Dust is so paranoid that he thinks everyone is out to get him, even when he sleeps.

The only time he ever let go of his magic is with Killer. And god, he's never doing that again. Especially after what he did. Everyone's just proving his point. Being vulnerable is a ticket to death. As much as he'd want to die, he would rather die in his home. Not these disgusting replicas or twisting worlds that taunt him as he scrambles out of them.

Dust just can't catch a break. No matter where he is or who he's with. He rather die then be caught vulnerable and fragile in someone else's arms.

I guess that's why he conflicts with Horror so much. Horror wants to attend to and affirm. He doesn't mind vulnerability or weakness. It's a sign of trust. And Dust despises that idea. Because every time Horror lets Dust point a gun to his chin, there is no struggle. And Dust worries that one day, he won't stop himself from puling the trigger. Horror trusts him, even if it'd be the death of him.

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flavor of the month

(skate rat) matsukawa x fem!reader | word count: 2k

slight!hanamaki x reader (established relationship)

a/n: based off this post i made n spurred by some enabling :^) “no beta we die like men” -lin

18+ university age | PLS READ WARNINGS

warnings: cheating, public sex (fingering), toxic behavior, manipulation, bad language, dubcon (if u stare too long/squint at it) mattsun is a bad friend

hanamaki takahiro was a godsend in your final year of college. the sweet, doting boyfriend you had been waiting for —what felt like— your entire life. there was nothing under the sun he wouldn’t do for you, he helped you study, do your chores and had even carried you across campus, carrying both of your backpacks simply because you had a bad fall and twisted your ankle ever so slightly. he was perfect in almost every way. almost. you suppose his choice of friends could be chalked down to a little less than perfect, specifically, when it comes to who he so proudly calls his best friend.

matuskawa issei’s name was tacked with some of the dirtiest of rumors that were accompanied with a plethora of gross truths. when you had met him you were floored, your dearest, loving makki, called this entitled, smug skate rat, his best friend? it didn’t take long for his sliminess to seep through immediately and in the beginning of your relationship with makki you did everything in your power to avoid being near matsukawa. but as your relationship grew, so did your face to face contact with his dangerously flirty best friend.

“i just want two of the most important people in my life to get along!” makki had said one night while you two readied to go out for drinks with his friends. you had melted at the sparkle in his eyes when he smiled so lovingly at you. you know that could’ve told makki just how much his best friend made you uncomfortable, but the endearingly fond tone of voice he used when he spoke of the other man made you keep your lips shut tightly on the manner.

it was how you ended up in your current position, sitting at the back corner booth of one of your favorite restaurants, makki seated across from you and matsukawa seated beside you. you had made a point to sit as closely to the wall as possible, punctuating the action with a curt glare at matsukawa before focusing all your attention on the love of your life.

“it was incredible really, i can’t believe you tried to climb a tree that tall.” makki amuses as he recounts another mischievous act from their childhood.

“now now makki you mean succeeded to climb,” he spreads his legs further under the table, forcing you to squeeze your legs together to dodge any contact, “i was a tree climbing god.”

“yeah tell that to the broken arm you got when we were 10, oh excuse me we’re ready to order.” you almost sigh dreamily at the polite smile makki has on display as he waves the waiter over. as the waiter makes his approach, makki continues on with the story behind matsukawa breaking his arm and you do your best to ignore said man yawning dramatically, stretching his arms out and almost swiping at your face. he shoots you an unapologetic smirk as he scoots just little bit closer to you, you lean your head against the wall trying to focus on whatever makki and the waiter were idly chatting about.

“and for you miss?” you snap your eyes up to look at the waiter, opening your mouth to recite your order when you feel a hand land on your knee, making your eyebrow twitch. this isn’t new, you couldn’t pinpoint when it had started, but matsukawa had always been a little bit too touchy, so a hand on resting on your knee or an arm thrown around your shoulder was nothing new. what is new, is when you slightly jerk your knee to tell him to remove his hand, only for him to keep it there firmly planted with the audacity to even squeeze lightly.

“babe?” makki stares at you intently, and with a clench of your jaw you ignore the hand on you to tell the waiter what you would like. as the waiter turns away, makki dives into a story from his russian literature class, detailing just how insane he thinks his professor is as you nod along, forgetting that matsukawa has planted his hand on you. until you feel his hand slowly start to creep up your leg, making your entire body tense up, you send him another narrow look as he shifts in his seat leaning towards you a tiny fraction. for a split second, you wonder if the metal of his rings were cool to touch, or had they siphoned the heat off his hand, and would feel as if it was burning into your skin, branding each inch of bare flesh he touched with the crawl of his fingers.

“-okay love?” the soft coo brings you from your thoughts, making you flush with shame, your hand comes down and grips at matsukawa’s wrist to stop him from going any further.

“i’m sorry i might’ve...”

“spaced out? thats okay. i was just saying i don’t think i can do our usual monday study date. iwaizumi and i have this biology project and...” his voice drowns our as your focus is pulled to the sensation of matsukawa forcing his way out of your hold and pushing his fingers between your thighs, continuing to slide his hand up at an achingly slow pace.

say something, your brain screams, anything, get up and go to the bathroom, do something, your boyfriend is right there.

you press your legs together tightly, hoping the message comes across, but matsukawa is on a hell path, shamelessly trying to push you beyond your limits as his fingers dig into your inner thighs. at the back of your mind is that tiny voice that’s tormented you since meeting him. a part of you wants this, you’ve always been curious, that carnal attraction to such a rotten and handsome man is undeniable. because despite the perfection and bliss of an achingly sweet, tooth rotting boyfriend, the utter taboo of his disgusting best friend is far too tempting to not think about.

“th-that’s okay hiro.” you chew at your lip trying to play off the the stumble of your words by relaxing your shoulders, hoping that he won’t question you. you try to start a round of idle chatter as you make another weak attempt to remove matsukawa’s hand from you.

“hey you know what we haven’t done in awhile? bothered oikawa.” matsukawa leans back, looking almost innocent with his signature lazy grin. you wrap your fingers tightly around his wrist, trying to keep your position as natural as possible so that makki doesn’t pick up on what’s happening. makki agrees with a flourish of words and you don’t miss the way matsukawa’s eyes slide over to you, as if challenging you to say something to makki.

“it’ll break his heart,” matsukawa had said once when he had trapped you on top of your washing machine in the apartment you shared with makki, he had the tendency of backing you against a wall, making you feel small under his presence, “besides who do you think he’ll really believe about who came onto who? i’m his lifelong best friend and you’re just the flavor of the month.”

the memory causes a searing sensation to burn at your chest and your face, this time you dig your nails into matsukawa’s wrist, a more adamant command to leave you alone. only to make your resolve crumble as his fingers dance along your clothed cunt, making your legs fall apart just a touch. it’s a shameless action that incites a bubbling of shame in your stomach and you realize your fatal mistake. you’ve shown a sliver of interest, you’ve given in just enough that he’ll only push further.

the moment you spot the waiter holding plates of food you breathe out in relief, figuring it’s the end of his little game as the plates are set out in front of you. you release your grip on his wrist and he retracts his hand slowly, a wave of relief washing through you. tinged with something resembling disappointment.

“here babe try this.” makki holds out a spoonful of curry and you lean in to take a bite, spluttering at the feeling of matsukawa suddenly shoving his hand into your pants. you choke and cough as makki scrambles to hand you a glass of water, matsukawa a disturbing pillar of silence beside you. you stiffly turn your head to look at him, eyes pleading for some sort of answer as to why now he’s decided to hurdle himself past the line he’s been so keen on toeing since you’ve started dating his best friend. to your horror he’s sitting there quietly, as he peacefully uses his right hand to feed himself, as if his left isn’t currently shoved into your pants teasing at you with the full intent of driving you insane.

“sorry sorry i’m,” yours eyes widen as matsukawa’s fingers press harder against your covered folds, harshly dragging his fingers up to your clit, “f-fine.”

“are you sure? you’ve been looking a little red the past half hour or so, are you really feeling okay?” the concern in makki’s voice punctuates your guilt as you squirm slightly at the way matsukawa teases your clit through your panties.

“promise love, i’m fine. i think i j-just,” in one swift motion matsukawa pushes your panties to the side just enough to thrust a finger into your core, “didn’t sleep well!”

“mm it’s the stress from your history class?” you don’t trust your voice to not shake as matsukawa pushes deeper and deeper, achingly slow there’s an almost delicious burn from the sudden entry.

“mhm.” you grip your silverware tightly in each hand, a helpless shake of your hips as matsukawa curls his finger inside of you. the way you clench around his finger only encourages him, a soft huff of amusement spilling from his lips as he thrusts his finger into you.

“makki, did you finish the chem homework?” he pulls his finger out just to the first knuckle, teasing at the rim of your hole, you try not to jump when you feel the tip of another finger settle near your entrance.

“don’t.” you whisper, but the word goes ignored as he thrusts in the other finger, the sting of the dry addition burns through you and biting back a moan as your eyes widen at makki who’s so peacefully eating before you.

“did you say something love?” you feel your legs start to shake a little as matsukawa ruthlessly thrusts his fingers in and out, pressing the heel of his palm against your swollen clit.

“i um don’t forget to, empty the dishwasher?” your words come out breathless and makki only hums in agreement before continuing to shovel curry into his mouth.

“doing okay there? haven’t touched your food.” the glint in matsukawa’s eyes is borderline sadistic as he pointedly looks between you and your food. before you can reply he sharply curls his fingers again before scissoring them apart making your legs spread further, silently and shamelessly asking for more.

“i’m fine? see?” you make a point to take a big bite of your noodles, swallowing them down as matsukawa presses in a third finger. there’s barely an ache this time as he works in another finger, your dripping cunt practically begging for it at this point. the familiar tightness begins to coil deep in your belly and with a particularly harsh curl of his fingers, your head snaps down, jaw dropping as you clench around him. without hesitation he continues to knead the heel of his palm against your clit as your cunt greedily squeezes his fingers. his motions become lazier as your body shakes from the searing bliss shooting through your veins. and the thought of choking him when this is all said and done is at the forefront of your mind.

“y/n?” makki reaches across the table and intertwines your fingers. guilt swirls in your chest as you raise your head to meet makki’s eyes, a weak smile at your lips.

“thought i was gonna sneeze.”

“say makki can you get the waiters attention, i want some more water.” he makes a point to shake his cup of ice. makki pulls away from you and looks away from the table. you pant out a few breaths as matsukawa pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty and shaken. you take the risk to look at matsukawa, looking painfully proud of himself as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking the glistening juices coating them.

“sweet.”

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Hooooooo boy.

So apparently villain fan versus villain fan discourse is kicking up.

Have some reiterated opinions, some fresh ones, and some weird ones. Technically this is vagueblogging about some specific stuff but intent is no-drama here.

Emet-Selch versus Vauthry fan wank seems to be happening, which I’m sighing over because it’s a kind of ridiculous argument to have imo. Neither of these dudes are good people. Like we can debate accountability ‘til the cows come home and as I’ve been saying my opinions on insanity plea are strong. But like. I think at the very best we can argue for is a moral gray.

I can get Emet-Selch as a fallen hero/hero of Amaurot and for that reason haven’t been overly bothered by the “hero” line in the extreme fight. Vauthry is tragic but he’s basically inflicting forced cannibalism and mind control en masse. I personally am not of the opinion that he would qualify for a realistic insanity plea, so that impacts my measure of accountability. He’s also extremely, EXTREMELY familiar to me in how he thinks and behaves due to people I’ve encountered over the years. I understand how he got to a place where he thought those measures were acceptable. A form of mental illness is absolutely in play there as I read him, but it would not count toward the legal definition of insanity and for me that is significant.

As it stands, trying to claim whose behavior is less wrong is a stupid game to play when it’s genocide versus mass murder/forced cannibalism. Generally I’d rather opt out of that one because neither of these actions are things most people want to emulate. It seems like fans are more trying to decide who is moral enough to be allowed compassion/caring and who isn’t, which is an even more stupid game to play to my mind.

I don’t think having compassion and empathy for Emet-Selch or Vauthry are problems so much as selective compassion/empathy. As in “X person isn’t allowed to have compassion/empathy”.

I belong very much to the school of “everyone counts”. This means that in life some people inevitably go bad and commit atrocities that need to be stopped even if that means their death. It’s a very tragic thing when that happens and should be mourned, at least because if things had gone differently maybe the person would have turned out better. As long as you are able to remember the humanity of all involved (with the messiness that entails), odds are you’ll be able to navigate tough situations alright imo. When you start pretending some people are less than human, acceptable targets, or whose suffering otherwise doesn’t count--that’s extremely dangerous imo. It makes it easy to dismiss another person’s pain, which in turn makes it much easier to be cruel or callous. Sometimes needlessly.

Some additional bits:

- Emet-Selch did not say he would see the Sundered as less-than-human/not-really-alive/acceptable-targets if he wasn’t tempered. Attributing as much to him is literally, factually untrue. Moreover even if he had said it--he is an unreliable narrator on this front. He doesn’t know, he got tempered by the most powerful primal in existence. I’ve talked about how he lives the trolley problem before as well, which being added to tempering I think only exacerbates the level that he’s compromised. It’s a mind-wrecking situation.

- I’ve seen some people argue that because there was a point in time when Emet-Selch wasn’t tempered, his judgment while tempered isn’t as compromised as Vauthry’s is. That’s like arguing because someone at one point in their life did not have PTSD, or had not reached onset for Schizophrenia, therefore how they behaved and thought after developing those things is less compromising. It makes no sense to me as an argument. You could be born with a less severe condition that lasts your entire life while someone else is initially stable and gets completely crippled by mental illness. As it stands, I don’t even know if more severe/less severe is the way I’d even frame it because this seems like apples and oranges insofar as thought patterns go. They’re both fruit/both mentally ill characters but I mean other than that? Too different to get much from that comparison.

By the by. I know that I bring my own influences to the table in how I read things, but to me tempering absolutely reads as a mental illness allegory where it distorts a person’s existing thoughts in extreme ways that they would not do otherwise--but specifically distorting in such a way that serves the primal in question. I also think that other FFXIV characters show indications of different forms of mental illness, and I’m actually very impressed by how well the devs captured these.

Mental illness as a subject tends to get extremely complicated and people often have no idea how to deal with it. It’s also something that tends to get brushed aside, dismissed, or oversimplified today--both in fan communities and in-general. I’m glad people are having conversations about it, but good lord this is not a place to have pissing contests or try to impose pure good/evil morality.

- People are entering debate over Vauthry’s weight and whether joking about it is okay or not. I want to pose a few points. 1) Dulia Chai, also very overweight, does not receive the treatment Vauthry does and seems pretty beloved 2) Vauthry, in a period of widespread famine and as the person explicitly charged with ALL OF EULMORE’S WEALTH (as in, all of the people living under him surrendered their property in exchange for his protection) is seriously, dangerously overweight due in large part to unapologetic, non-essential cannibalism. He honestly resembles people who have been rendered physically immobile and are dying due to obesity complications during this time period, that is not something that happens without serious excess. Vauthry holds funds that were given to him specifically not for his own personal enjoyment but to perform a job for the people. He absolutely places his own pleasure above the survival of the poor. If he was that overweight in a time of plenty or as someone without the level of power he holds, it would not read the same way. Under these specific circumstances his physicality is a direct representation of his corruption and hypocrisy. Under other circumstances that might not have been the case. 3) In the same way that enabling harmful thought patterns/behavioral tendencies in a mentally ill person is bad and can constitute abuse, it is possible to cause harm by encouraging extreme and dangerous physical states. I am a strong believer in the idea that every body type can be beautiful provided it doesn’t look like the person faces imminent danger to their health or is actively dying. For me this is not exclusive to extreme obesity but also extends to starvation and some instances of extreme body-building as well. Think steroid abuse.

When a body registers as “sick”, there is a level of instinctive discomfort for most people. Sometimes this comes with sympathy and concern for the person dealing with that issue, sometimes it alienates others from them them. But when an individual actively embraces self-destruction by pursuing such an extreme and dangerous state either by design or out of apathy to the threat, it’s normal for a measure of horror to be attached because it becomes a form of self-harm. Vauthry evokes that to me. Dulia Chai does not. 4) I’ve joked about the wonders of the meol diet, because I know firsthand how difficult weight loss can be. To go from Vauthry’s level to Innocence’s in like six steps is absurd --the fact that he’s been on a cannibalism diet specifically takes it the extra mile into hilarity for me. I haven’t seen as many jokes about his weight in-general so much as the sudden transformation. If the butt of the joke is cannibalism and ridiculous speed/opposite appearance turnaround, I personally don’t think those cases warrant offense. 5) I’ve had people try to fight me before for saying there is a such thing as being dangerously overweight. No comments on dangerously underweight or muscular, just overweight. So to set people at ease--I have personally dealt with serious health risks caused by obesity before. I’ve had loved ones who were in the same position and I have lost family members directly as a result of obesity-related health problems. It’s a very difficult thing to deal with. I have a lot of sympathy on this subject and understand how devastating it can be to endure shitty treatment due to weight.

I personally don’t think it’s right to forbid any jokes that deal with Vauthry’s weight, or that deal with hot subjects in-general. I think the punchline of the joke matters a ton though. Making a joke at the expense of someone struggling with something difficult is shitty. Making a joke about cannibalism turning you into a sparkling bishonen after walking down a set of stairs is just ridiculous.

Likewise, I don’t think it’s a problem for people to feel disturbed by severe health problems... but I do think it’s important to separate the person dealing with the illness from the illness itself. This goes for physical and mental issues.

I know that a lot of people don’t necessarily agree with these types of opinions and that’s okay. They’re not really common right now and are things I arrived at just by thinking myself and trying to sort out what seems appropriate as best I can.

- I’ve talked about how insanity plea when I was researching it more or less came down to a person having their perception of reality and their judgment so heavily impaired by illness that they cannot be expected to react to situations in the same way that someone without that impairment would. I’ve seen people try to argue about how someone saying demons made them murder another person wouldn’t have any less accountability to them. I think that case could actually fall under insanity plea but would need close evaluation to make sure. If the person truly believed that they and their loved ones would be tortured to death by demons if they refused or told anyone or something--yeah, insanity plea in play there. Part of the issue is that the act is horrible and I think there’s a longstanding skepticism on whether the person is sincerely crazy or just bullshitting.

In general, a cluster B personality disorder would not qualify for insanity plea. Still might involve inaccurate perception of the world or others, but the type of delusion and impairment would not inherently compel them toward violent/unlawful  action or prevent them from seeking help. They also tend to be somewhat more aware of the world around them, but whether they care and how they interact/why can be dictated by the condition. Given I think Zenos is more or less an Antisocial Personality Disorder poster child (not because “I don’t like people so edgy”, I mean in terms of treating people in his life as filling roles and therefore being replaceable, overwhelming ennui in most aspects of his life, lack of interest or fulfillment in interpersonal relationships, etc.)--I do not think he would qualify for insanity plea.

Vauthry I’m not positive what I think he has yet, again he reminds me a lot of people I’ve met but certain conditions manifest similarly under the circumstances I have in mind. I think he absolutely has inhibited empathy. He’s also very spoiled, self-righteous, and possibly has no theory of mind. I don’t think he has instincts for taboo either which probably does tie to his sin-eater heritage. I don’t think his growing up in Eulmore or even having a shitty upbringing is the main reason he is the way he is, imo it’s a combination of nature and nurture. I think being part sin-eater essentially made it easier for him to become monstrous, but who knows--if he’d had a really good upbringing in a non-toxic environment maybe he could have been a good man anyway. Same way that having a cluster B personality disorder does not make a person evil by a long shot, but it can make it easier to hurt others due to the way thought patterns are impacted.

I would want to double check some research, but right now I think Vauthry reads likely for Narcissistic Personality Disorder. He has mood swings but none of them seem to be depressive, it’s more egotism/happiness and anger by and large. When he does get sad before dying, it’s not because of loving or missing his father but because the self-image he loved (as encouraged by his father) was compromised.

I think he’s a bit slow and I think he only cares about others insofar as they’re tools to define himself as well as possible to his own mind. I don’t think, listening to G’raha Tia or anyone who begged him to change course, he was unable to comprehend what they were saying. He was just closed-minded to it imo.

With Emet-Selch meanwhile, I actually think both how he was impacted by specific interactions, his memories, and possibly even his sensory understanding of sundered beings might have been compromised by Zodiark. Like being colorblind, almost. I think the way he deals with the world, there are a ton of colors he can no longer perceive due to tempering but he has no idea that what he should be perceiving is there. He remembers being able to see all colors in Amaurot, but after the sundering suddenly purple was gone. Purple is still actually there, but he is not capable of seeing it. You could literally wave a purple flower in front of his face and it wouldn’t register. He might even accuse you of lying because he remembers purple, and purple is gone, and he’s doing everything he can to get purple back--but he has no idea that purple has still been here but he’s been altered in such a way that despite remembering it, he can’t see it anymore. As per tempering.

Vauthry knows about purple, he just doesn’t have much interest in it outside how it looks with his complexion. If purple is unflattering then fuck purple. Burn it to the ground, ban it, forbid anyone else from indulging in it. If it works, then no one would have more or prettier purples than him.

- It is time for me to take a nap but basically it was shitty to give Vauthry a sin-eater streak but 1) I do still think that’s severely impaired judgment 2) I don’t necessarily think that Vauthry was bound in the same way by his mental condition. I do think Vauthry believed himself to be doing good but didn’t actually have a clear concept of good in existence.

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Kwami headcanons

Tikki

One of the more affectionate kwami, likes to hang close to holders, lives off cuddles and hugs. 

Likes to sleep on her holders but if they’re a fighter in their sleep, will settle on a pillow next to their head till they settle down.

Don’t ask her for fashion advice, she’ll think everything looks good. It’s very rare that she thinks something looks bad. 

She can barely tolerate the smell of cheese.

Is one of the worst at hiding. Very thoughtless of her surroundings. 

Is sort of a morning kwami, though it takes a few minutes for her to get going. 

Is a floating mini cook book. 

If someone is baking, she is there to oversee it and watch. 

If she could, she would feed everyone. 

Not a big tv fan but she does like watching baking shows every now and then. 

A solid gardening helper, though it’s not a big passion of hers (that falls more to baking); she is the go to kwami for aphid troubles.

Enjoys the seasons of spring and summer most. Fall she’s fond of, but can do with the coming cold.

Tikki doesn’t like winter. 

Of the kwamis, she’s an exaggerated mom.

Of all kwamis, Plagg is the one she’s closest with, but he does drive her crazy time to time. A lot actually. 

Is one of the scariest kwamis to piss off. 

Don’t do it. Just don’t. Ever. 

Plagg

Isn’t really known for his affection, it’s very rare to see an affectionate Plagg. Most affection that anyone will see if getting offered cheese and being called “Kid”. “Kitten” he saves for very little kids or his holders kids.

He likes to sleep with his holders, though only after they fall asleep. You never quite know where he’s going to sleep. 

He is a bit more active at night. 

Likes being a cat. 

Doesn’t appreciate being teased about being a cat. 

Refuses to be dressed up. He will bite you if you try. 

Is one of the better kwamis at hiding. 

He likes fall most, many leaves to swipe at. Winter he likes well enough, but doesn’t like the cold. Summer he likes having the sun out so he can sunbathe. Spring can sometimes be too noisy. 

Loves watching tv, and loves a good few genres. Horror and drama he’ll laugh at. Loves to make fun of documentaries exploring myths.

He looooooves Halloween. 

Knows everything there is to know about cheese. 

One time, one of his holders told him the moon was made out of cheese as a joke, and Plagg believed and dreamed of one day going up and eating the moon. 

He practically cried when he found out it wasn’t true. 

He is one of the hardest kwamis to piss off. But once mad, may the gods have mercy on your soul. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll be the biggest terror and menace you’ll ever meet. 

Is actually able to give good advice, just lazy. And some emotions he doesn’t quite know what to do with. 

Is an enabler for rebellious behavior, especially for as an outlet. 

Secretly enjoys love drama. 

Of all kwamis, he’s closest with Tikki. And he gets lectured a lot.

Trixx is in between a best friend and rival to Plagg. 

Wayzz

Is the easiest kwami to make anxious. He prefers to always have a plan and be sure of everything. Worries when things don’t go as planned.

Isn’t really known for affection, but is more than happy to share his wisdom and advice.

Is more than happy to sit and talk about philosophy all day long.

Loves being surrounded by nature aesthetics, from little soothing water fountain to a small tray of sand to a zen garden.

He likes to be hidden and to have his own space. 

If the issue is big enoug, can be very thoughtless about staying hidden from view. 

Formalities and respect are everything. 

Enjoys all seasons, though winter can be too cold for him and makes him sleepy. 

Doesn’t like watching tv, documentaries on history and myths annoy him so much. 

He loves to travel around the world, see what’s changed and what has stayed the same. 

Can be nostalgic time to time. 

He is the exhausted dad of the kwamis. 

Tikki, Bee, and Nooroo he is closest with. 

Plagg and Trixx make him fret and tired, Duusu just makes him tired.

Duusu

Is a ball of energy. She always has to be on the move, always expressing herself in some way. 

She’s the most vocal of the kwamis. You think Tikki can be blunt? You have not seen blunt till Duusu. 

Is very sensitive. Is the easist to agitate and anger. Easy to make her cry.

Despite this, over all, she’s very optimistic and encouraging. 

Pushes her holders to get out there, step up, get what they want. 

Next to Bee, gives amazing fashion advise. 

Loves everything artisitc. Can give solid critiques and advice on anything art related. 

Loves to go to places that have a show or display going, such as art museums, art galleries, theater, dance shows, concerts, fashion shows, ect. 

Thinks she’s an amazing singer. She’s not. 

Is very physically affectionate, especially when excited.  

Likes to refer to her holders as Chicks.

Gets emotional when they grow up or have stepped up responsibly. 

Likes to be as involved as possible with her holders, especially in their creative hobbies. 

She likes to be held most. 

Because she can be so excitable, she easily forgets that she has to stay hidden.

Will hold you to your promise. 

Is not a morning person at all. 

Beauty sleep is important. 

She loves spring the most. Fall is second as her favorite season.

Enjoys watching tv, especially anything art related and does enjoy romance and romantic comedies. Will cry at anything sad. 

Of the kwamis, she’s best friend with Bee, especially on art related stuff and being fabulous. 

Nooroo she likes to dote on. 

Trixx and Duusu can get into a lot of trouble when excited together, though more often than not, Trixx enjoys riling Duusu up. 

Plagg just flat out annoys Duusu. 

Tikki and Wayzz Duusu thinks are a little too by the book. 

Trixx

Probably one of the chillest kwamis ever, can rival Plagg in this. 

She’s just so calm, very little gets to her. 

Is kind of hard to piss off. 

Lives with the believe that one should go at their own pace, also believes that some lessons are better learned on your own and won’t waste a lecture, even more so when she knows more often than not, her holder will just go ahead and do what they want anyway. 

Can be very coy and playful.

Will sometimes pull pranks and be goofy, enjoys riling others up. 

Likes croissants because they look like fox tails. 

Can be sassy and vague time to time. 

Enjoys watching drama unfold, and the funnier the situation, the better. 

A huge supporter of romance.

It’s because of Trixx that Asian folklore of foxes resolve around seducing and tricking men, much of that is Trixx encouraging her holders to pursue their loves. 

Likes to be hidden, is really good at staying hidden. 

Trixx is the biggest nuzzler. 

Likes to refer to her holders as “Kit”.

Enjoys watching tv, comedies are her favorite. Also enjoys horror too. 

Very active at night. Is very dead in the morning, but it doesn’t take much to get her going. 

She likes a lot of human holidays, such as Valentine’s Day, April Fools, Halloween. 

Trixx likes all seasons. 

Plagg she is sort of best friends with, though also a bit of rival too. 

She enjoys riling up Duusu and Plagg most. 

Bee and Nooroo she thinks are too responsibility driven and can let loose a little more.

Tikki and Wayzz she thinks are a little too by the book. 

Nooroo

Is the sweetest kwami of them all. Who would dare hurt him? He is always so considerate and concerned for his holders and watches out for everyone. 

Very knowledgable, is more than happy to advise and guide his holders. 

Loves answering questions and explaining stuff. 

Is very good at handling emotionally sensitive people and dealing with emotion related problems. 

Is so easy to make him happy, just wish him good morning and he’ll flutter all day long. 

His holders comfort are always first, especially near the time they’re together. He’ll keep a respectful distance, not invading their space. Once the ok is given, Nooroo likes to perch on his holders. 

Affectionately, he reaches out with the lightest and gentlest of touches. 

Nooroo likes to sunbathe. 

He is a morning person. 

Loves flowers, and the more colorful, the better. 

Over all he likes all seasons, though spring is his favorite. 

Surprisingly enjoys horror, always likes feel good shows and movies. 

Tragedies will make him cry easily. 

Is very good at hiding, will come out only when he’s sure it’s safe too. 

Over all he gets along with all kwamis. Bee, Tikki, and Wayzz he’s closest too. 

Trixx and Plagg Nooroo wishes were a little more serious. 

Duusu can sometimes be a little too energized for Nooroo, but he appreciates it too. 

Bee

Another calm kwami, though out of all of them, can be the vaguest kwami. Prefers to have her holders learn to think things through on their own and that means making them figure stuff out on their own. 

Is perfectly fine explaining something if they ask and offering her opinion and thoughts. 

She will voice her opinions though if they’re not figuring stuff out and are about to make a mistake, especially if that will wind up causing discourse. 

Is a huuuuge supporter of teamwork. 

Desires her holders to be responsible and will push for them to do their given tasks and responsibilities. 

She buzzes when she’s angry. 

She waggles when she’s happy. 

Is fond of puns, spouts bee puns. Never regrets it. 

Can be formal, though not as much as Wayzz

Most affectionate for her is usually resting on her holders and doing a waggle around them. 

She is fond of fashion and next to Duusu, gives solid fashion advise. 

Bee always cares to look nice and make sure if fuzz is fluffy and soft. 

You have to ask to pet her fuzz. 

She appreciates creativity, though her favorite forms of art resolve around crafting and dance. 

Not much of a tv fan, but does enjoy nature programs time to time. 

Is the best gardener of them all, always requests having a garden or at least one plant to care for when she’s with a new holder. 

Loves spring and summer. 

Likes to call her holders “Honey”.

Does enjoy being spoiled. 

Is a solid morning person, likes to retire early for bed. 

She refuses to believe that she snores.

Can become exaggerated with her holders when they get dramatic. 

Of all kwamis, she gets along with Nooroo most. 

Duusu she is solid friends with, both enjoy fashion and art. 

Tikki and Wayzz she gets along with. 

Plagg and Trixx she is willing to sting if they try to rile her up. She has no tolerance for them when they’re playful.