#i can choose to back out of something i find gross or uncomfortable

[postmoe]

Moe Moe Sama is Backie ~

… Wu Wa brainrots :>?

It's been a while! I've missed you!

WUWA WUWA WUWA!! With all these games and adulting it can get quite hard to stay up to date so I hope these characters aren't too OOC.

Calcharo . Xiangli Yao . Mortefi . Scar

.

Calcharo will keep you in shape to fight along side him... For the most part. You'll never be faster than him, smarter than him or stronger than him, but you will be able to take down some of the smaller tacet discords and any thieves that try to take advantage of you.

You're going to be monitored by someone of the Ghost Hounds at almost all times. This world is far from safe, be it by TD's or humans alike, he will not take his chances.

"Your life isn't a price worth negotiating," he'd say, keeping you under his arm so you can't run into danger (run away).

He doesn't share you well, you're the sweetheart of the Ghost Hounds but most people won't go past saying hi or a gentle compliment though there has been punishment; see below. The most in terms of other human contact would be from people like Aalto and Jiyan who only get a hard, contemplated stare from him.

Calcharo is a surprisingly generous - and a little ignorant - lover. He'll always say no to something that seems new to a weird extent but is very easy to convince and will probably like it more than you do. Tongue in the bum? Don't be gross. Ugh but with how tight those rings of muscles knead around his tongue has something so tantalisingly delicious about it. Let's try his cock next-

Punishment is tight. Most of the time it involves ropes and chains, keeping you in place, locking you to one area. Red strikes across your thighs and arse from a good lashing or spanking is probable. On the harsher times you will be displayed in public, and a couple of times he has let them use you. "You want to act like a whore? Fine. Use her to your content, I'll be back in a few hours." It really makes you enjoy the sympathetic and kind touches you receive under Calcharo's care.

.~.~.~.~.~.

Xiangli Yao is a wonderful master to his puppy princess. Yes, you are his sweet pet that he raises with love. An adorned collar sits prettily around your neck, your nails are trimmed and cared for all by yours truly.

With a calm smile he holds out his hand expectantly. You place the scroll on his palm and sit on the floor beside his legs, the paper being passed from one hand to the other so he can now pet your head, "Thank you, puppy. Hm... It seems we have an urgent commission. We will have to put off your toilet training until I come back." You couldn't be more thankful.

No privacy, this man. Your business is his business and if you don't have business then he's not doing very well as your owner, is he? He will have to create some game of stimulation for you. Hide and seek around the home, "Where's your ball?" is one of his favourites for when he's doing papers.

The thing with Xiangli Yao is that he is fully aware with how demented this is. Embarrassing you 24/7, forcing you into uncomfortable situations that strip you of your humanity, showing you off to others as if this is the most normal thing, it just gives him such a rush to be so above you in every possible way.

If you don't pick which collar/leash combo you want for the day then he will choose for you.

"Oh, you brought (Y/n) in for the day! How nice to get them out of the house," people may say as he pulls you into work with him. You're fawned over after the initial shock of being his pet and not his partner.

Exhibitionist but more so forcing you then doing it himself. Bullet vibrators, ropes, ben wa balls, you name it. It's important that puppy has their toys with them, so along with your leash make sure you pick something fun to play with as well.

Definitely has a bone gag and those belts and mitts to make you even more puppy-like. Goodness help you if he finds a 'puppy playtime' event, anything to make his pet utterly red with shame <3

*~*~*~*~*

Mortefi is not into public affection and won't really touch you unless he needs or really wants to. He's not going to condemn you if you wrap your arms around his torso or hold his hand when anxious, but, you only need to follow his voice when he orders you to come to keep him happy.

That being said, going out is a privilege and not a right. You don't have to get on your knees for him or clean the kitchen ever hour, just stop breaking things and throwing a tantrum and he'll likely take you out of the house with him.

You have your own tablet to play games on and do your own 'work'. He won't say it out loud but he does find it cute and really enjoys when you're both staying late in the lab and on your respected devices, enjoying your company and giving him the motivation he needs to finish off this last equation.

He will make time for you whether you want it or not. Relationships will bond tightly if you rely on the other more, so, please don't do anything that will warrant a punishment as those tend to isolating.

Please please please please come to him with any invention ideas, questions, interests into his field at all. If you squint you may notice the reddening on his cheeks as his heart pounds from your attention. You want something made? Consider it done, the two of you will spend all night creating a little robot that pours the perfect amount of syrup on any size stack of pancakes.

In the early mornings Baizhi will walk in, inquiring, "Mortefi, I'm just checking in on the progress of the TD field barricades you were working on-" She stops, watching as you and Mortefi are eye level with the table to judge the collection of syrup amongst seven different plates of pancakes. The office is happy that day for a free and yummy breakfast.

Overall, he is a pretty good yandere, however things can definitely go south if you act out. It's exhausting and frankly hurts his feelings when you suddenly get a rebellious streak. Running away, throwing food off the table, attacking him, he's not one to let this sort of behaviour off the hook.

Emotions can be quite high in certain circumstances. He will analyse what is different about the recent weeks and act accordingly. Some days you need to be left in a cellar by yourself for a while, restricted from anything dangerous. Others you need a good fucking.

The sex ones are probably his preferred outlets. In all honesty, it's his fault as well. Working constantly is tiring so he can't always please you when he wants to. If you came up yourself then he would figure a way around it. Though when it's all on him then it gets difficult. If you're horny and angry from it then holding you down and giving you a few orgasms normally does the trick. As long as you're limping to the bathroom after and yawning from the exertion, he can tell the next few days will be relatively peaceful.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Scar is a maniac and thrives off of your unease. 100% carves something into your skin with a knife, whether it be his name, a heart, or something else meaningful only he knows.

He will hold your head and force you watch as a human/TD experiment comes this close to your face, only held back by a chain in the ground. Your face is flooding with tears and all you can hear is the wet snarling of the creature and Scar's raucous laughter, "Oh, darling, did I scare you too much? Don't be silly, you know I'd never let anything hurt you~."

Is an open killer to anyone who disrespects you. Your fear and tears are invigorating but only if he is the cause of them. Yet, no matter how sadistic he is to you, he will always end the day by treating you like a deity of worship. Soft touches, sweet caresses, gentle kisses... You could almost believe this were someone else if you closed your eyes.

... And then he bites you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his cock sinks into your hole. Marking you, training your body to cave to him because you need to love him and crave him as much as he does you.

It may not seem like it to you but he certainly does have a softer side whenever you're involved. He's less irritable and more willing to hear people out, that's not to say the outcome will change for them but it at least gives them a false sense of hope before their inevitable demise.

Loves having debates with you, especially if they're based on morals. You're thinking is just so cute and deluded compared to his, to see how your mind ticks truly is a wonderful past time. Sometimes you say things that he doesn't expect and it really gets him going!

The reality of the world is forced upon you with Scar as your lover. Death is everywhere, pain ahead of it and despair accompanying that, too. To shed a tear for the world is understandable for people like you, and thanks to Scar (and his thing for dacryphilia) you will cry - a lot.

"Oh, you poor, sweet soul. Aren't we just so lucky to have found each other?" His eyes bore into yours, thumbs tenderly stroking either side of your face so he can keep you focused on him. His lips ghost over yours with every word, "I won't let another being touch a hair on your body. That's right! Only I can kill you, if you're going to die then it'll be from me alone." - he honestly finds this romantic. Please say you'll kill him back so that you can die together.

[pixie-mage]

I’ve thought about telling you. I’ve thought about bringing it up. You’ve asked me about my purple striped pendant enough times, and I’ve always brushed it off, and you still give it a sidelong look as if you know, so I’ve thought about saying something–

(Or leaving my laptop open on the wiki page, or doodling the flag on a sticky note and leaving it where you can see, or buying a book about it on your Amazon account, or–)

–but I never have.

Maybe it would finally convince you to leave my dating life alone. Or at least, maybe it would convince you that a dating app won’t work the same for someone like me.

Because when you’re asexual, most men on a dating app are expecting a future hookup, whether that’s now or a few weeks down the line…so you’re not what they’re looking for.

Anyway, I’ve thought about it. But I’ve also seen how you talked to me behind my sister’s back when she came out as bisexual, how you were outwardly unbothered and generally supportive but would turn to me with “If this phase lasts” and “She's still young” and “When she settles down with a guy” on your lips. It’s been a while since I’ve heard it, but even now, when she’s college age and openly dating a woman, I get the feeling you still don’t take her relationship as seriously as our brother’s relationship with his girlfriend. I get the feeling you still judge.

(You love us dearly. I know you do. The good and great family memories far far outweigh the bad. And you care about us so much. You’ve fought the world for us in the past and you’d do it again and you’ll always always love and support us in everything we do. But. But.)

And maybe you wouldn’t judge me so harshly for simply saying I’m ace, because it’s not like I’m gay, right? It’s not like I’ll end up with another girl, right? It’s not as big of a deal…right?

But I’ve also seen how judgemental you were when I started crossplaying, when I started choosing male characters to cosplay alongside the female. I was just dressing up for fun and that’s all it ever will be, but still…the judgement. The unspoken judgement of different.

And when I brought up the idea of adoption instead of having my own kids - the one time I opened up enough to mention it - you gave me the most indecipherable look that made me feel like I’d said something horribly, horribly wrong. And I said “What?” and you said “Nothing.” But it was “nothing” in the “I won’t say it, but you should know” way. It was “nothing” in the “I won’t say it, but I’ll let you feel my dissatisfaction from where you’re sitting” way.

And just this year, I got so close. I almost said something. We were having a conversation - god knows I can’t even remember how it started now - but I got brave enough to ask if it would be so wrong to never want to be physically intimate with someone. And I got an exaggeration eyeroll, and a “You have GOT to get over your fear of sex” as if you knew me sooo well that you obviously could see what I really meant. But you didn’t. You don’t. And when I said - rather impulsively - that “I’m not afraid, I just don’t want to do it. It’s gross and uncomfortable” - well.

“That’s a childish response.”

Because god forbid I feel differently than you do about something that would only affect my life. God forbid I dislike something even when the rest of the world expects me to want to love it. God forbid.

So I haven’t told you. With a response like that, why the hell would I?

You always say “you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince”…and sure, I understand the meaning. But why does finding a prince require kissing? Why can’t I hug him instead? Why can’t a peck on the cheek suffice? I’d offer him a Lego minifigure if that would do the trick. I’d much prefer it.

But no, I’m childish for wanting to keep my body to myself.

You signed me up for a dating app when I was in early college. At the time I thought it was funny, and I still kind of do. I know that you want to see me happy and you assume finding a partner is what will do that. And maybe I would be happy with a partner in my life…but not the kind you’re thinking of.

See, the problem with dating apps - the problem with dating - is I know eventually the guy will get bored. He’ll get bored before we hit five months because the whole time he’ll have been waiting for the chance to take me to bed, and unfortunately for him, the thought will have never crossed my mind. Hell, the last time we tried to make out I was probably thinking about pizza rolls and wondering how long people are supposed to keep kissing like that. When is it acceptable to stop? When is it polite to get back to watching the movie? How much kissing is enough to satisfy someone else? Because it sure as hell does next to nothing for me.

I used to think I was broken, you know.

I used to think there was something wrong with me if everyone was explaining kissing and sex as this fantastic thing, and I was sitting there going “What’s there to like?”

I used to think - hell - maybe mom was right. Maybe I just have to keep kissing frogs.

But at some point, you kiss enough frogs that never turn into princes, and you start to realise that maybe the problem isn’t the frogs you’re picking. Maybe the problem is you. Maybe you don’t have the magic in your lips to turn ‘em back into royalty.

And then you date an amazing, amazing guy, and you think “Wow, I could picture a life with him” and you think “This could be something” and you think “This is a prince…right?” …but you still feel nothing. The romance is there, and the joy of shared interests, and the matching sense of humor, and the laughter and the fun and you fit and it’s amazing - but physically? Sexually? Nothing. You feel nothing. You’re still daydreaming about pizza rolls when you’re kissing on the couch, and nothing has changed.

So you think…another frog?

And you end things.

And you think it’s better that way.

And you think maybe you were just excited over a solid friendship and misinterpreted what you were feeling.

But then you find an internet post that is far too relatable. You find an artist that has put into words the exact way you’ve been feeling for years. You find a comic that sends a shockwave of a revelation through your head and you feel - you feel whole. You feel unbroken. You feel like this is what you were missing all along.

One word that makes you feel a little less alone, knowing there are others out there just like you.

Asexual.

A person who feels no physical attraction toward others.

Sometimes they want to be physically intimate with their partner even though they feel nothing, but sometimes? Sometimes they really really don’t.

And it’s okay.

And it has a name.

And it’s not broken.

…and I would tell you all of this if I felt like I could. But.

But.

It’s just a phase and you’d be happier with a partner and that’s a childish response.

Is it any wonder I have never explained what my purple striped pendant really means?

[not-bcring]

✧   「   @wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 What happened with Gundham was a one-time mistake... Overly-horny impulse that doesn't count. If one were to ask ❛ count for what? ❜ — which they never would because no one can EVER KNOW —Kazuichi would ( hypothetically ) respond with a curt ❛ everything ❜ . It doesn't count as gay. Gundham had assured him so, insisting Kazuichi's sexually would remain intact. So he merely thinks of it as... not sex but— relief. Maybe even practice, for when he finds a girl he would like to be intimate with.

Granted, Kazuichi had been the submissive one in the encounter... but some girls can be dominant! Although, not exactly what he should be looking for and if he WAS pegged, he'd have to keep that a secret too. For his masculinity's sake. But still... it's plausible. A reason he can turn to whenever his mind screams at him. Asking WHY he offered his virginity to Gundham of all people. Why he felt the urge in the first place. Frankly, it'd be easier to ignore the shame gnawing at his guts if Gundham wouldn't hang around him so much. It's a lot harder to insist their night together meant nothing when it seems to have changed shifted their dynamic.

It almost feels like Gundham is mocking him. Trying to make him feel uncomfortable. Remind him of what they did while still acting as though it never happened. Something Kaz has wanted to call the breeder out on but refrains from. Scared of what it may bring. Unsure if he's more apprehensive of angering the larger man or being proven wrong. A decision that is harder to stick to when he feels Gundham's eyes upon him while he's working. Fervently trying to ignore it, movements are clumsier than usual... Not by much. Not nearly enough to hinder the work of the Ultimate Mechanic, but glaringly obvious to Kazuichi.

Patience wearing thinner by the moment ( tightness in his chest and heat pumping through his veins that nearly makes his head hurt ) , by the time some stranger was bothering Gundham— seriously, did they not notice the breeder's obvious discomfort or did they just not CARE? —Kaz was in no mood for subtlety. However instead of being thanked ( or better yet, the situation ignored completely ) Gundham had the gall to tease taunt him for it. So can Kazuichi be blamed if his response was sort of snippy? Or if he felt the heat in his chest rise to his face in what he chooses to pretend is frustration instead of confusing discomfort.

Tensing bristling as his jumpsuit is toyed with— the echoing memory of its zipper teeth slowly clicking down playing in his mind —Kaz stumbles back a step as if burned from the indirect contact. A weak sound gets caught in his throat, attempting to be a scoff but dangerously-close to a whine. ❝ Why are you here? ❞ Deflecting the question with another, pink hues warily study Gundham like a cornered animal. Lightly fidgeting in place, he toys with the sleeves the other had touched. Grease-stained hands twisting the garish yellow as he spats out against his will, ❝ I fixed your car like- hours ago... What are you still doing here? ❞

Besides watching him like a hawk... Swallowing thickly, he abruptly becomes VERY aware of the feeling of filth on his face. Too far away from any rags he could use, he takes off his beanie and haphazardly wipes at the stains. All he succeeds in doing is smudging the mark and then remembering his shitty hair. Cheeks blossoming a pink to match the messily-cut locks— sticking out at odd angles in a thick and unruly display —he hastily covers them back up, tugging down the garment and not letting go. ❝ If you're just here to— I dunno, laugh at me or something- then... ❞

Then what? Just leave? As if Kaz could enforce that demand... Growling under his breath, gaze averts as he manages to feel even more pathetic. Sweaty and gross and stained by work ( the manual labor of a glorified handyman ) and— ❝ I get it. I'm a mess. I'm a big fucking mess and it's probably soooooo hilarious and you're probably having so much fun watching me do my stupid pointless job— ❞ It's not like being the ❛ Ultimate Breeder ❜ . He's not saving endangered species or taming wild beasts. His work could be tended to by anyone with a decent amount of know-how... At least, that's what Kaz has always told himself. What he can't help but convey to Gundham, words tumbling out in a self-depreciating spiral.

Blinking back tears built up from a week of bottled-up confusion frustration, shoulders hunch and beanie is tugged down as if a shield against being seen as he bitterly spats through a breaking voice, ❝ So sorry we can't ALL be Gundham fucking Tanaka. ❞ Someone important and self-assured and cool and manly and... and with a million better things he could be doing. Places he could be. People he could be with. So why— Why is Gundham here? Why won't Gundham just leave him alone. 「 ☆ 」

[peachymilkandcream]

What about knight Levi and princess Evelyn's parents had put him in charge of protecting her but well, we know him...

Your Wish Is My Command|Levi and Evelyn AU

(A/N: I love how everyone's gotten the personality of Levi so well with these requests. I've got this one and another in my inbox which I'll tackle tomorrow so hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, yandere themes/behaviours, misogyny, domestic violence, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, etc.

================================================

"A bodyguard?" Evelyn nearly rolled her eyes. "Some asshole to watch me all day like a creep."

"That's the attitude that will make you never find a husband Evelyn." Her father warned. "It's for your own good so might as well not be difficult about it."

She sighs, annoyed at how her freedom was always being taken away. Deep down she knew it was for her own good but that didn't change anything, it still annoyed her. She was capable of taking care of herself, something her family clearly didn't see. But at this rate it wouldn't do any good to fight them on it so she might as well follow along. Pretend to comply and then rebel when the moment was right, like she always did. That's how she got out of having a personal nurse and maid follow her around.

"Alright, I'll follow your advice father."

============================================

Of course they had to choose the most intimidating man, Levi looked like he had never had fun in his life. Always scowling with a gross scar on his face his stare followed her constantly. Now she was regretting getting rid of her maids.

The only time he spoke to her is when she went to do something he deemed foolish. Before she was able to explore by herself and do her own things, now she was forced to remain where he saw fit doing what he saw fit. His methods usually consisted of just telling her not to do something, but she was tired of obeying him.

"I'm going out for a ride." She announced.

"I don't think so." Was his reply.

"I'm the princess here, not you. And I'm tired of you ordering me around, I'll do as I please. You work for me, don't forget that."

"I won't permit you to do this. Your parents entrusted me to make sure you didn't do anything unladylike and this counts as one of them."

"I don't care what you think, I'm going out, and that's final."

Evelyn tries to push past him, usually she would have given in by now but she had a spark of rebellion well up in her, and she wasn't backing down. "Goodbye Levi."

His arm grips around her waist tightly, restraining all movements. "I said you're staying here."

"Unhand me, you have no right to touch the princess."

"I have a right to do whatever the hell I want to make sure you do as your told, brat."

She scoffs and tries to push past him, but his grip is firm. "Let me go."

Without any effort Levi lifts her off the ground and carries her to a chair, setting her down roughly before returning to his post by the doorway. "You're going to stay in here until you can behave yourself."

Evelyn wanted to throw back a retort, but the level of his strength was intimidating, she had never tested it before now and it was quite frightening.

"Fine, but only because I want to, understand?"

"It's as you say Highness."

==============================================

Sunlight had become scarce to Evelyn's life, Levi demanded that she spend her time almost entirely indoors doing whatever "ladylike" activity he chose. She was tired of it, she wanted to run barefoot in the grass without anyone telling her not to lift her skirts or to keep her hair neat. He was driving her crazy and she had to get out.

So when her father summoned Levi to his side for a report on his daughter's behavior Evelyn took her chance and snuck out of the castle.

She had missed this, this was true freedom. No one judged her or told her what to do, and that leering and uncomfortable presence of Levi over her shoulder. Now that she had tasted this there was no going back, she'd beg and plead and pout until her parents gave in and got rid of him, like they had for everyone else.

A smirk appeared on her face, so long to that smug bastard, thinking he was an untouchable god, she'd show him.

Just then a hand grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. The shock and pain came crashing together all at once when she stared into Levi's angry face.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"You can't treat me like this! I am a princess, royalty, and you're just a-"

"You're just a spoiled brat." He interrupted. "Thinking you can do whatever the hell you want. Your father is a weak man who never taught you your place as a woman. You should respect and obey me for no other reason than I'm a man and you're not sweetheart."

The words shocked her, she'd never been spoken to like this. And she didn't like it one bit.

"I'll speak to my father, you'll be thrown out for being so rude and disrespectful. That'll teach you-"

Levi grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up and pushing her face against the tree. "I think you're the one in need of a lesson woman." The sound of rustling clothes and dropped metal started to scare her. "You need a lesson on who owns you, who you need to look up to and fear."

"Stop this, this instant! Do you hear me!?"

"Shut your mouth princess. Maybe if I put a kid in your you'll learn that you belong to me and do what I say."

"You'll never get away with this, I'll have you hung-"

"Oh I will, because you won't say a word. Do you think either of your parents will be able to continue their long reign when they trust me enough to know all of their security? How long do you think it will be until someone finds them dead in their sleep."

"You wouldn't-"

"Darling you don't know how far I'll go. Ever since I laid eyes on you I knew you needed to be taught your place." His free hand lifted her skirts.

"And I'm going to teach it to you."

[xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx]

does anyone else remember the video "Dye Fantasy"?

if u were on the weird part of the internet in the 2010s do u remember a vid called Dye Fantasy? specifically a music video. the video started w 4 teenagers sneaking into a pool in the middle of the night on some kind of double date. the one girl and boy couple immediately undress and go into the pool her friend however seems a lot more uncomfortable w the situation. her and her date stay off to the side for awhile, he offers her beer she declines and he tries to kiss her and she declines. it also pans to the other couple making out a few times. after she declines the kiss she jumps in the pool almost as a way to get away from her date. as shes floating down she looks down at her crotch where something is moving ver aggressively. she immediately jumps out and runs to the corner her date goes over to ask her whats wrong when they both look up to see the other couple are this weird tentacle monster. his arm has turned into this weird squid thingy that attaches to her crotch and like u can see it bulging out of her stomach. overall kinda gross. the prude girl jumps back into the pool and comes out the other side to see almost like a post-apocolyptic world and then her eyes and face explode and it ends. the music behind it has no lyrics and is like a synth pop type beat. the animation style is kinda like the style of Devilman Crybaby but a bit neater and detailed. i just saw a little video on it and was wondering if anyone else remembered seeing it or clips of it really really young. i vividly remember stumbling across it and it scaring the shit out of me as a kid. ironically enough apparently the video is abt the loss of innocence and how some people choose to dive head first into that loss and embrace adulthood, sex, and growing up and others try to hold onto that innocence as long as possible only to end up having to come to terms w it. it overall is a very well done video but scared tf out of me as a kid. i re watched it and its not as scary as i once thought. i also couldnt find the og upload so ig yt took it down or smthn.

[golbrocklovely]

you need to stop saying everyone is jealous, you sound like sam

everyone has a different level of pda that they find fine to be shared in public and also everyone can have a different opinion about the things someone choose to share about themselves publicly

personally I would never share something like that publicly, hack I wouldn't even make out like that in front of my friends staring at me. and while colby looks actually in to her I don't get the vibe from her. me disliking the video and finding it cringe has nothing to do with being jealous, i just get secondhand embarrassment from it

also do you call sam jealous too cause he looked embarrassed and uncomfortable as fuck?

imma be so honest with you - i was referring to exactly TWO ppl with my previous post. one of those ppl is blocked and can't send me asks. and the other, i'm gonna assume, is not you.

we really need to open the schools back up. reading comprehension is at an all time low, in this fandom especially. i'm obviously not referring to ppl that have an actual repulsion to pda. what i'm referring to is ppl that are overdramatic about seeing colby kiss his gf, but not even that long ago were openly and publicly talking about his dick/sexualizing him. and none of this, apparently, applies to you, since this isn't how you feel.

but for the few that do, having him be a sexual fantasy is fine, but him existing and clearly doing something that goes against the fantasy makes whoever is complaining sound jealous to me. sorry, but what else is it, if not jealousy?

at the very least it's hypocritical. you can't have it both ways. you can't sexualize him but then when he wants to do something sexual (or could be perceived as sexual) all of sudden it's gross. not only that, it wasn't even sexual. he kissed his gf a couple times. you can see more sexual shit in a cw show lol

is the video a bit cringe? sure, i guess. and if that's how you feel about it, cool. i again wasn't talking about those that were cringing at it. i was talking about those that are going above and beyond to freak out over a 10 second clip of two ppl kissing.

and sam and katelyn can make faces bc they're joking about it. they aren't seriously disgusted by their friends kissing each other.

[thisrabbitiskindofdumb]

i. i may have done it. not all of it, just the first three. however, i did think it was a lot of fun.

its a lot of headcannons.

What is the character’s go-to drink order?

Usagi:

i think he would choose something new every couple weeks; starts with some hot chocolate for a while, moves to some hot apple cider, and then two maybe three weeks later he chooses a jasmine tea.

he gets bored if he has the same thing for too long. usually when he gets bored he’ll copy what kitsune is getting that night.

however, he cannot handle cold drinks. he will drink the hottest drink imaginable in the middle of summer. his friends think he is losing it every time but he always justifies it with " but cold drinks hurt my mouth :[ ."

if he absolutely has to order a cold drink he will either ask for no ice or not have a drink with his meal. (because he's dramatic like that.)

Kitsune:

kitsune gets something different every time, she wants anything and everything. if she’s tried it before she Will Not have it again save for her favorite, she can drink that one again). every time she says that “this is the best drink she’s ever had” and “she's going to drink this and only this for the rest of her life” and then says the same thing about the next drink the time they all go out. (gen likes to poke fun at her a bit for this sometimes)

some days it's bitter, sometimes it's sour, and the first time she had hot chocolate, it amazed her. Hot chocolate is her favorite. she doesn’t really like fruity drinks but that doesn't stop her from ordering it.

(she wont tell anyone this but she can kind of tell when usagi is getting tired of his drink so she will start to order hot drinks for a while until he copies her drink. (Chizu definitely notices and she thinks it's sweet.) )

Chizu:

chizu, on the other hand, finds something she likes and sticks with it for ages. she finds one restaurant, sits at the same spot, eats the same meal, drinks it with the same drink and she is happy. she will do this every time the gang goes out. “hey you guys want to go out?” “yeah, let's  go to this restaurant.” “we've gone there the last 6 times, chizu, let's go somewhere else please.” and then they go to that restaurant again.

as for what the drink is, it's tea. she has a cup of tea year round. it makes her happy :]  she and Usagi like to talk about different kinds of teas that they’ve had and that is the closest thing she will come to having a different drink.

Gen:

gen will try something new every so often. he has one drink that he knows he likes and orders that most of the time, but he’s open to trying something new. sometimes he likes it, other times he doesn’t. 

the drink he falls back on most of the time is cranberry juice. he likes that it is very simple, drink wise. you know what you're going to get, no funny business, no extra fancy thingamajigs, just straight, plain cranberry juice.

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

Usagi:

you know, for someone who had a grape stuck up his nose for a year, his hygiene isn't that bad. it could be better but he doesn't smell all too bad. he doesn't have to be told to take a shower by his friends. 

gen thinks he is very gross but! in his defense! gen thinks everyone except for chizu is gross! and gen will give usagi a hug or a shoulder bump or a high five or what have you so he’s fine. (when gen doesn't is when usagi knows it's been a tad bit too long and he should go bathe.)

he does, however, like his clothes clean. laundry is his favorite chore because he loves the feeling of clean clothes. 

but he actively does not like having a clean room. makes him feel bored and uncomfortable. He eventually just ends up getting a bunch of things to put around his room so it doesn't feel too clean but that was after talking to kitsune about it.

he will Always clean up after himself if he's a guest or in the common spaces of the house. his auntie really made sure to teach him that one as a kid and It Stuck.

Kitsune:

kitsune likes to be clean. she likes the feeling of not having dirt and stuff stuck to her face or arms or ankles or anything else. but even so, she knows she can last a while being unclean. she’s done it before and she can do it again.

her room is pretty cluttered, she has tapestries and puppets and little art pieces strewn about her room to make it feel more full. and they were definitely all acquired legally. mhm. totally not stolen. not a single one.

she also has Every Art Supplies. she likes to make or modify the puppets she has and so she has paints and clay and string and anything else she thinks is cool and can make Good Art.

she and yuichi like to bounce back and forth on ideas for drawings or simply just draw together. its their thing.

Chizu:

chizu likes to keep tidy, she doesn’t mind when things are a little cluttered but she is really happy when things are clean. she feels more at ease when she doesn’t have to worry about cleaning this, that and the next room. 

she was taught to keep things clean when she was training under lady fuwa and if things were not clean, she would get in trouble. so it stood to reason that it would still stress her out, at least a little bit, when things get messy.

she does like cleaning with people though, specifically gen. if she and gen are hanging out one on one then usagi and kitsune tend to come back and find the whole house cleaned and reorganized. it happens every time. without fail.

Gen:

what a shocker, gen likes to keep very clean. he was raised by doctors and is terrified of getting sick. he is absolutely keeping everything clean and tidy and nothing will be dusty because he just got this fancy new duster and it works really well and-!

the house, the car, usagi, the yard, himself. everything. nothing is left unclean. not on his watch.

he really enjoys cleaning with chizu, they don’t have a lot in common, but what they do, they will just talk about while they clean. they also gossip a lot. that’s a blast.

he always keeps wet wipes on his person, and after eating any meal out and about he will wipe the table off. he says it's because he wants to be polite but it's also because he cannot stand the possibility of leaving a mess. makes him feel gross.

(his aversion to all things Dirt gets a bit better after the makane invasion, he didn’t get sick or die after falling in the sludge water stuff, but he still wants to keep things clean.)

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 

Usagi:

yuichi has a lot of scars from generally being a kid who lives on a farm. Some scars on his knees and legs from running around, a few on his hands from being careless with tools, and some from when his auntie was teaching him how to cook.

his aunt was actually very careful when training him, sure there were some bruises here and there but never anything to leave a scar.

but when he started training with karasu-tengu, she was more likely to push him around and scruff him up a bit. and this kid has never been one to just stay down, (very spiderman of him) so he would immediately get back up and get his ass kicked again. 

karasu-tengu, at one point, has to say “okay, go take care of your wounds before we continue.” and he would get upset and go take care of himself or whatever. 

after the makane, he would have a scar on his cheek. i just see a lot of fan art with a scar on his face somewhere and i just think it's neat.

He doesnt have any tattoos nor does he want any. it freaks him out. dangerous yokai? no problem. evil aliens set to destroy the world? easy peasy. swords that can cut somebody’s arm clean off? that shit is the coolest.

needles painting stuff on your skin?? Absolutely Not. Please Leave, your shoes are at the door, thank you.

Kitsune: 

kitsune has about the same amount of scars at usagi does. she didn't have a lot of protection from the elements growing up so her access to the proper medical care she needed wasn't exactly available.

she does want a lot of tattoos though. she thinks a really cool really big back tattoo would look really neat and hopes to get one. at some point one day.

sometimes she will try to sketch out a design for her tattoo but it never quite turns out how she wants it to, so she will ask Usagi but it freaks him out too much.

Chizu:

of course she does. she has so many scars. she was kidnapped at a young age to become a ninja. she was trained by other ninja to kill people with other ninja children.

she has scars for days. 

she doesn't really feel bad about them either. she is pretty indifferent towards them actually. nothing positive or negative. 

maybe she starts to think they are cool after kitsune starts to call them cool. Just one day kitsune starts to make comments on how cool or badass she looks and after a while she starts to look in the mirror and she just goes “huh. she’s kinda right.”

as for tattoos, I think she has one or two here and there. couple that are sentimental, one that's from the neko ninja crew, and one that she just thinks looks cool. 

she doesn't really make a big deal out of them. they are there. she has them. let’s move on.

Gen:

gen has less scars than you expect. he has some, being a bounty hunter isn't exactly the safest job on the planet, but when he tells people that he always gets the “oh really? Wow! i never would have guessed!” because people always think that a bounty hunter would have more scars. 

he usually takes care of the smaller wounds quickly so they don't really have the chance to scar over. The bigger ones sure but other than that, no. 

gen does not have nor does he want tattoos. not because they freak him out or that he doesn't have the money or something like that, he just doesn't really want any. doesn't really appeal to him all too much. he’d rather pay for a piece he can keep on his wall or a plant he can keep in his garden. he thinks they look cool on other people and actively encourages kitsune’s want to have a tattoo but they just aren't his cup of tea.

[mayonezroulette]

So I have a new Table Top RPG that I backed on kickstarter that I want to run called Slash! Which calls itself the Horror Movie Roleplaying Game. It can have from 1 player to 5+ players. It can have anywhere from 1 session (2-5hrs) to 3+ Sessions (10+hrs). There's 3 acts where your character gets to choose abilities and reroll for luck as well as have character growth, which is where sometimes your traits change to more represent how you play the character. Like Act 1 you start as headstrong and brave, but instead of barging in head first in situations, you have your character sneak and hide, then Act 2 you might instead get practical or cowardly as a trait to replace headstrong and/or brave. I think it's really cool. I have two ideas/campaigns I'm thinking of running and I'm looking for players. I don't know how I want to set up or what to use for an application if anyone wants to join so if anyone has any suggestions that's be appreciated. It'd simply be an application asking for age, name, pronouns, what you are comfortable and not comfortable with in horror, and if you are okay with like LGBTQ+ themes if they come up. It is a horror game so like certain themes like death and phobias and gore will probably come up, but depending on peoples thoughts and feelings about certain topics I can easily gloss over details that might gross people out or make them uncomfortable. I also have somethings myself that I won't have happen in the game because I personally don't like certain topics or horror tropes kind of deal. It's one of those things if I do this we'll have a session 0 to discuss this stuff, lay down boundries, and also figure out the relationship web, and decide what game idea everyone wants to run. Me and my froend Stacie literally came up with a trilogy for a horror movie frenchise we thought would be cool called the The Seamstress. The other one would be your typical slasher like film with some of my OCs I have created for a horror movie like comic I want to make. They each have different settings and stories that I hope some people will find fun and kind of scary. Anyways, if anyone would be interested in signing up let me know. I'll figure out what to do for an application. We'd be using Roll20 most likely for running the game. Also if people wanted I could make a Discord server so people could chat and show off art of their characters and the such. Also I could write notes for everyone after each session where they won't get lost too.

[thewelllitweenie]

So it's been long enough since I posted this last and so now I re-present a story I wrote for a rusty quill competition which I can proudly announce did no rate a mention or an email back. What follows is a gross little tale I call windows about an awful little guy and the bad time he has. It's body horror in theme and is one of the more actively yucky things I've written. There's other stories too including the meat forest which I keep pinned and a fun story about subway tuna that's on my substack. Anyways, please read and if you so choose enjoy this fun little story about a horrible little man who through every fault of his own has a bad time.

Peering through windows is a little treat most people will indulge in to varying degrees; from the very shallow end of looking through the newspapers stuck on the windows of a store being refurbished, all the way up to looking into the living rooms of a house at night from the footpath and watching a person at rest. Windows are for looking through and while we would all agree it’s pretty good to look out and see what's around outside, universally it’s uncomfortable to have the outside peer in. It’s like a secret knowledge to look back in though, particularly if you can do it unobserved. There are idiosyncrasies of a person at home they wouldn’t even be aware of but if you catch a glimpse through a cracked curtain enough times you’ll eventually piece together more about what makes them tick than even their loved ones would know.

For a particular Peeping Tom, this is what it’s about. He’d be quick to point out that isn’t something tawdry, watching people in states of undress for titillation but a much more intimate knowledge about a person and who they are. There is a limit to how much you can learn about a person from outside a window, and no matter how much you poke through their garbage or track them online the most illuminating information is within the person. What he wants is hidden even from the observed. It’s just beyond the last frontier to the most private and intimate patterns within their mind and, if you believe in such things, their soul. It’s a desire to see through and bear witness to the unaware internals which has driven him to a dangerous threshold.

Turns out watching a person in their sleep only reveals how much noise they make, faint hints of nightmares and dreams so very close to the secrets bubbling away under their closed eyes. That's the window, the one that matters to look through: the eyes. Of course he wants to see through those windows of the soul, however it is impossible to look in without them looking right back at you, and to be discovered now would be a fate worse than death for him. No one can ever know what he does or see him do it. It is in this frustrated state of mind that Peeping Tom languishes, unable to either let it all go as an impossible desire or progress further to attain this goal.

Recently; in a laneway near where some of his subjects live, between two skip bins, something odd has started growing on the wall. Of course it catches Tom’s eye - very little of interest escapes his notice. He thinks it's a mushroom at first, taking foot in the brickwork. Little white orbs pushing out from the webby strands anchoring to the wall. He hasn’t seen something like that before but it's only a passing fancy as he makes his way between the apartments he spends evenings peering into from fire escapes. The sanitation team from the city has also noticed the growth on the wall: one of the newer members, a young man whose coveralls name him Joe, takes particular interest, encouraging the others to leave it alone, and takes photos of its progress. Tom watches Joe’s enthusiasm, and it provides a new avenue of discovery. He eventually manages to track Joe online, finding photos he posts to different mycology groups trying to identify the mysterious fungus. Experts argue on what it could be and no one has a clear idea. Such a little thing causes so much drama. They wait for the fruit to bloom fully and finally answer the mystery. Joe says he’ll burst one of the less developed orbs and film it. This is met with a mixture of support and condemnation. By now Tom is fully invested in the outcome of this investigation, a mystery with an answer which will come Thursday evening. Joe is off shift and Tom sits waiting, Joe brightly lit by a portable ring light smiling directly into the camera and Tom squatting in the darkness watching. The growth is slick and glossy, bright white like bone, with Joe beaming next to it introducing himself and the fungus to a crowd online. After an overly long preamble he produces a long dessert spoon and starts to nudge the wobbly orb; he lists the different features of the various suggestions from experts saying what should come out when he bursts the fruit. With a dramatic face he pierces the fruit and lets out a strangled cry. The spoon sticks where he stabs it but flicks left and right as the eye growing out of the wall looks around frantically with clear goo gushing out. Quickly grabbing his equipment he scrambles onto his feet and runs away. The other eyes open and focus on the injured eye, the spoon clanging onto the ground as it slips out. Tom watches with morbid fascination, disgusted but elated at something so new and novel. After an hour, the injured eye has fully deflated and the clear white of the sclera is dark and papery. Tom creeps up to the eyes in the wall and looks at them. He knows disgust, specifically what it is to be the object of disgust, and a feeling of being needed and useful but hated. The strange sensation of understanding what it is to be a shelter to vermin, rejects of society and of a strange predator who stalks without killing. He looks away, and the laneway comes back into focus. Steeling himself he looks back into the dimly aware eyes. To be a laneway is not to really exist as a singular thing but rather a holistic collection of spaces and barriers forming a place and function but with baggage. Blinking, Tom walks away from the eyes he had gotten lost in. Time has barely passed but it feels like hours. He vomits as the adrenaline crests and falls out of his body. It's like the first time he had gone into the room of one of his sleeping subjects but this time there's payoff, not the cold emptiness of an unanswered question. It strikes him: he's done it, he has peered through the windows of the soul and seen what it was to be an alleyway. He comes back and looks at but not into the eyes. He looks at the spoon and sees the goo of the burst eye has anchored into the beginning of a new fruit. Tom puts the spoon into a ziplock bag he keeps for his occasional foraging and vanishes into the night.

In little over a month Peeping Tom has learnt how to inoculate objects with the eyes and care for them while they matured. The eye will eventually open on its own and softly look about its environment and then Tom stares into the eye, passing through into the soul of the object. The spoon is a simple thing to know; he learns over time that the older an object is or the more complicated it’s relationship with the world the deeper he can go in understanding. Discrete objects in the room dimly reveal a secret where the room itself tells a grander story. Tom has fully abandoned his human subjects to pursue this new line of investigation. Antiques and abandoned spaces hold the most illuminating stories and secrets. The most beautiful is that of a derelict car from the seventies that has been slowly rusting in a lot cut off from the roads since long before Tom was born. What he experiences is looking back at a long life mixed with care and neglect; it was at one point the focus of love and pivotal to adventures; a baby had been born in it. It was precious and kept parked off the road when it wasn’t being used, admired for its beauty. Then it seems - and this feels more immediate - the love and care stopped, its safe parking space became an oubliette and it was more or less forgotten. Then animals and bugs started calling it home, small plants grew in the shelter of its chassis and as the rain and the elements took their toll its body became one with the ground it stood on. Finally he feels himself and its sudden spark of importance again to a person. It’s only a thing, but Tom feels a pang of empathy and sadness at the fate of it, looking at the car as a whole with its shattered windscreen grotesquely bedecked with staring eyes.

Eventually, as always happens when he finds a new line of inquiry, he becomes complacent, bored and greedy. He sits, staring aimlessly through his own window along with parts of his flat which had been given eyes months ago. A taboo plays across his thoughts - it seems wrong somehow, and for someone who transgresses boundaries so often this is a new and uncomfortable feeling - to give the Soul Eyes to a living being, assuming you could do that. For reasons he can't articulate the thought of inoculating a creature feels somehow forbidden as if it breaks some kind of universal unspoken rule. However the temptation to do it, and then learn the mysteries, is acute. His desires and hesitations chafe at each other, neither quite suppressing the other. Then circumstance makes the choice for him. Hanging from the ceiling, as plump as a cupcake, is a spider. Eight eyes sit in neat rows across its flat face, a ninth eye looking out from its swollen abdomen, blinking with bristly eyelids. Tom doesn't notice it immediately and lets out an undignified yelp when he stands and sees a singular monstrous eye staring him in the face. When he regains his composure he sees the spider climbing back up its silk and walking across the ceiling. The eye on its back is like the many others in his home but this has a different quality to it. A more palpable energy. It looks around more energetically and seemingly with more purpose although thankfully, much like the others, it does not appear to see what it's looking at. Any misgivings about deliberately infecting a living thing with the eyes vanish. It had been done without his hand in the matter and he is blameless. It is unreal, a dizzying experience, unlike any other he's had. The motives of the spider are relatively simple and based around survival but how it thinks of itself in the world is intriguing. It knows that it is separate from its environment and that other entities exist, some of which are dangerous and others not; in many ways it's much how Tom views the world. There are no great mysteries revealed by the spider’s soul; its life is too short and scope narrowed by its lifestyle so that it is similar to the smaller everyday objects Tom has looked into. But crucially it's so much more vividly intense, overriding the feeling of the car.

He yearns to go further and try it out on other creatures but the feeling of extreme doubt and active evil whenever he tries to plan for it overwhelms him, smothering his actions. But not the want. Tom just can’t bring himself to do it; his hands recoil and stomach churns. He has to return the rescue dog he adopted specifically for this purpose. Shame hangs around him like wet rope leaving him exhausted and cold. Why is he like this? All his wants and actions have led to this point, paralysed with worry, unable to rest with this unknowable desire to know everything. Never before, despite near misses and the laws of society, had he felt a twinge of guilt but now… what is this barrier and why can’t he either accept it and stop or move past it? Revelation, an epiphany! Tom knows exactly how to find the answer. He had never considered that he would contain secrets, mysteries unknown to himself. How could he be so short sighted? It's true of all his subjects and yet here he is, never once having considered looking within himself. The barrier to action doesn’t exist here it seems; he feels no hesitation. If anything he feels burgeoning euphoria. It seems fitting to place it within his belly button, from a practical aspect the inoculant can pool without risk of spilling across his body and more spiritually a third eye to navel gaze into has a symmetry about it. It takes a week to grow and it hurts the whole time. Fevers wrack his body and he feels himself becoming weaker. The skin around the growing eye is a livid red and he keeps a sterile bandage and patch to protect the eye from injury as he lays in agony, waiting. Then under the cotton he hears the gentle sound of eyelashes grazing the material. It worked and is now ready. Before the pain had set in fully Tom had prepared a space in his studio putting all of his stalking paraphernalia into the alley. In the center of the room lays a simple rug ringed with candles and a singular mirror fixed to the wall. It is in this sanctum that he will gaze within. He wishes he had prepared more, maybe anointed himself and really put the effort in. This would be the great human revelation, it deserves more ritual. However pain took those choices from him and he doesn’t want to risk painkillers on the developing eye just to get essential oils and an appropriate robe. He lights the candles and sits cross legged on the rug facing the mirror and removes the bandage, steeling himself. He takes a deep breath, wincing in pain and looks down into the eye that looks up at his face.

A subject of a story, an invented monster transgressing the boundaries of good and evil, not as an allegory but as entertainment. An unseen hand and unseen audience both unknowable and watching in perfect anonymity privy to his thoughts and motivations. He is a puppet, not even a person, forced into his choices and to pursue his goals without agency. Dawning realization that there is no greater truth to answer the gnawing question of why he could not get past his disgust, it was like this because of who he is: a monster in a horror story. And the unseen audience is bearing witness and watching the story unfold. He tries to tear his eyes away but is unable to as the eye looks back into him, bringing the true reality of his situation into focus: he is slowly fading away, horrified at what became of him but jealous of the special insights the anonymous audience of his story have. Tom stays stranded at the bottom of a dark well locked in introspection watching himself, watching himself being watched by himself.

[dontpetmeibite]

this is my home now (pinned info)

I am Ravage Parvilla Stanixa (she/her), conjuncta Soundwave Kymatos, Lord High Protector of Destron, Chair of Sanctuary Station’s Education and Diplomacy Committees, and the poet formerly known as Parvilla Dolorosa.  

Were you expecting someone else?  I am not sorry to disappoint you.

(Info you may wish to know before following below cut.)

This blog belongs to @cleverthylacine and does not follow personal blogs, though @cleverthylacine may follow back. My demographic info lives there. I am considerably older than 21. (No, really. Like almost three times that old.) This is Ravage’s blog, and it’s all about her here.

This blog is written for the Ravage who appears in @cleverthylacine‘s series “All Hail Ravage” and “The Voice of Stanix”

Find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1988227

Rule #1:  Saying no to requests is not harassment. 

Corollary #1: Do not insult me when making requests. I don’t reward bad behaviour.

Corollary #2: If you don’t want me to follow you, or to reblog your content, leave me alone and just block me. Do not ask me to unfollow you or take down reblogs. Enforcing your boundaries is your job, not mine.

Corollary #3: No matter how politely you word it, insults are still insults. There’s no reason to tell people their ships make you “uncomfortable” and we both know that’s a euphemism for “your blog is gross and perverted.”

Other rules:

If you want Ravage to be in your universe, we have to talk that one out. I often do multiversal shenanigans, and if you know my sandbox you can play there too.

I do not RP with minors. Read at your own risk (I tag) but I won’t interact with minor-run blogs. I’m sure you’re nice but I’ve been burned.

I will not try to make anyone smut or ship with me (that’s rude), but I will be smutting and shipping with other people. Block nsfw & nsft if you don’t want to see smut. I also use lime but mostly for IC sex talk, not IC smut.

If I suggest something you don’t like (whether or not it’s horny) I’m happy to drop it. RP is for fun and we should only do topics we both like. If you do not like what I am writing with someone else, do not read it.

About “proshipping”:

I am often followed by people whose blogs say “proshippers DNI.”

I am a proshipper. This is not a secret. I ship Ravage/Soundwave, and I’ve been harassed by antis because of it. I don’t care if you like it or not because you can block me or choose not to read my stuff. I have a zero tolerance policy regarding the harassment and defamation of writers and artists over their works.

If your blog says “proshippers DNI” but you interact with me anyway, then I’m going to assume you didn’t really mean it and are just virtue signalling.

[gunsli-01]

You know I don't want to make it feel like certain people shouldn't be able to vote or make theories but-

Then don't it is entirely that easy to leave people alone whose actions are not negatively affecting you. It is immensely easier than pretending to wish to avoid conflict while directly walking into it. It is even easier to show empathy and create a welcoming fandom space for people regardless of how they choose to interact with the source material. There is an endless wealth of people who will share your views and the same number of people who will not. There are so many ways to illustrate a point without creating a strawman out of others who enjoy the same thing as you do but in a way you personally find objectionable.

There is no reason to create an us vs. them mentality over these things. It's contributing to a very polarizing and negative atmosphere, and I know half of the people in this fandom are fully capable of elaborating on their points and defending their favorites without partaking in this sort of extremist behavior. Everyone should be able to vote, make theories, and have their own opinions on what exactly is going on. Saying otherwise will just lead to people growing disdainful of something they used to enjoy. If you don't like how someone else enjoys a thing then it's far easier and more enriching to work on your own expression/vocalization of your enjoyment than cut others down and try to tell them how they should express themselves.

Since trial 4 started, the Milgram fandom has gotten incredibly oppressive. It's about time people took a step back and thought about how their actions and statements in the real-world impact real people instead of concerning themselves with the wellbeing of fictional characters.

Also, if anyone wants to come at me for bringing up racial aspects regarding Milgram before stating this as a source of polarization and discomfort. It's completely fair for those aspects to be uncomfortable for some to unpack. It's also uncomfortable for me to discuss and to see overtake a fandom space I was actually comfortable within. This ties in heavily to my think about how your wording affects real people because by displaying such behavior, even in a joking way, it shows that this community is an unsafe place for certain minorities.

It has led to me debating if Milgram is something I should continue to be interested in as someone who has to face many isms and phobias in their real life. It's a hassle to write up why that isn't okay and how off-putting it can come off as.

Especially when a good deal of the vocal individuals in this community will just go x prisoner is cute, which means nothing they do can be wrong ever and regardless of if I disagree with their actions, I'll vote them Innocent on that alone or worse defend the action all together. It's uncomfortable, it's gross, and it makes the Milgram fandom unsafe to interact with and a franchise I would sooner tell individuals with similar circumstances to mine to stay away from than to watch. It's not surprising given the history individuals of color, especially black/brown people have with fandom spaces. Not even delving into Asian media specifically, but it certainly doesn't get any less annoying to deal with or see.

If that's the type of atmosphere fans of this series wish to create which at this point seems to be the case, congrats. However, if not, some reevaluation may be necessary to avoid these issues continuing to crop up. It would also be very telling if Mu's case is the only one where this issue arises, and the rest of the cases are smooth sailing.

It's not difficult to take into consideration all the clearly race related things. The stop the woke left nonsense, jokes about doctoring tapes, head canons of Mu's victim being half black, discussions around Mu's victim deserving to get stabbed and theories that despite Mu's victim being killed outside the victim attacked Mu with a chair in the classroom all being attached to Mu's case and think man wonder how the writer will spin this one not well regardless of verdict more than likely.

[sincerely-krp]

Again, don't cancel these idols. They work hard. They are put in the spotlight 24/7. However. Hold them accountable. They're pretty boy, but they're not dense. They have to learn, have to know better. // so. i agree with your statement partially. but also like.. i hate how kpop stans always feel the need to police idols, "hold them accountable", and teach them—it almost veers on the other side of infantilization when it comes to this discussion. they're adults. they can choose to watch/engage in any fictional media they choose to. obviously, cases like cultural appropriation/homophobia/racism/misogyny are different—since those can come from a place of unawareness from living in a country as homogenous/conservative as sk and those things should be taught. and yes, i think they made a mistake in bringing up MiA to fans, and it's a messy situation. but it's also like.. all these idols are being dragged for MAYBE 15 seconds of speech or a sliver of a photograph within hours and hours of live content, thousands of photos from literal years of idol activity. in my perspective, i find MiA gross, i wouldn't ever watch it, but i'm also loathe to judge idols for watching media with darker themes. because it's fiction. there are actual serious offenses out there, and watching a dark anime is not one of them, imo.

what this convo really comes back to is the debate on engaging in "dead dove" themes and the culture of purity esp in the west — and whether engaging in dark media means that you agree with the content (which. is something i don't agree with, clearly). it's a debate that's gone as far back as fandom culture has existed on the internet (if not longer), so i don't expect krpers to unilaterally come up with a conclusion/agreement in a day or two.

realistically, knowing the krp space, this whole situation will die down within a year (if not a month, lbr), and people will go back to rping as soobin, taeyong, woozi, etc. if you feel uncomfortable with a face, i understand with not wanting to write them or with them. but that's a personal choice, and choosing not to engage with them doesn't make you morally more superior than someone who's also thought about the situation and came to their own decision (and vice versa.. choosing to keep writing any of these faces doesn't make you morally superior either). but like. at the end of the day. this is rp. and it's also fiction. smut rp and/or gen rp in particular is also frowned upon by most people outside the rp space, so what gives us the grounds to judge these idols?

・❥・

[skullamity]

Hey bud, YTA.

I am trans, and I do not care one way or the other about genderbending headcanons in fanfic or fanart. It does not appeal to me. But if I was repulsed by it or it made me dysphoric? I would immediately understand that this is a ME problem and take actions to curate my own experience. You mentioned that you have a role that allows you to see it? Discord doesn't lock you into roles--if it sucks, hit da bricks! You don't even need to leave the server if you find value outside of that one specific channel, you can literally just choose to not see it and never interact with it!

You sound young, which means that you probably did not internalize ye olde early internet etiquette of "don't like? don't read/look/participate!" If you repeatedly expose yourself to a channel that is basically called "that thing I don't like" on purpose, it is, again, a problem that you are making for yourself, and could easily solve by Not Going Back In There To Fume.

If you don't like something, the first step is to figure out what you can do on your end, on your own internet accessible devices, yourself. Block, change roles, leave, use tag blacklisting features.

If you have done everything you can and it's still showing up in your feed, mixed amongst stuff that you are there to see? Then you can take the next step and ask the mods, but rather than demanding that it be banned, it would have been more appropriate (and probably gotten a better response!) if you had come to it from a position like "I still want to interact with (specific content), but (content that triggers my dysphoria) is constantly mixed in with it. I don't mind if other people enjoy it or use it to explore gender, but it's making it hard to enjoy myself. Can we please make a channel and opt-in role that is separate from (content I am here to enjoy) rather than a sub-channel so that there's less or ideally no crossover? I've done everything I reasonably can on my end, and I'm still seeing it."

Finally, you need to understand that if you approach it diplomatically like that, and they STILL say no? Then you still have to curate your own experience with that information in mind, and weigh the positives and negatives of staying and seeing content you like but periodically seeing content that makes you upset OR going and losing access to the content you like but also no longer having to see content that makes you upset mixed in with it.

You are not an asshole for being uncomfortable, you are not an asshole for experiencing dysphoria, you're not even really an asshole for trying to approach the mods to do something about it--but you were an asshole for trying to curate everyone else's experiences without their consent or input, and you were an asshole for responding to being outvoted by deciding that everyone who did not agree with you was transphobic. You are also an asshole for not understanding that just because something makes you, personally, uncomfortable, it does not mean disliking that topic is a sign of moral virtue on your part, and a sign of moral failure on the part of everyone who willingly engages with it.

You can just Not Like Something without needing to justify that dislike by proving that only bad people would like it!

There are all sorts of headcanons and tropes in fandom out there that gross me out, make me uncomfortable or I just find irritating or boring, and people usually tag for them, which makes them easy to avoid. But sometimes people won't tag, or forget to tag, or don't think something is worth tagging and I'll be reading, several chapters into a fanfic or whatever and be slapped in the face with something that I hate or that ruins the reading experience I'd been having up until that point for me.

And do you know what I do?

I hit the back button, I close the tab, I don't read anymore. And I especially do not throw an actual tantrum, leave them comments accusing them of being bad people, report them or try to get their account investigated or suspended. There are better things I could be doing with my time, like finding content that I would actually enjoy reading.

AITA for calling the mods of a discord server transphobic?

For context, I am trans and I had joined a fandom based discord server. I am not going to say what fandom it is though, so things will be kept vague.

In the discord server, people were allowed to share art from other people they liked as long as they linked it. The art sharing thing is not a bad idea because I would love to support artists. However, the problem lay with the art that people would share. I have no problem with the NSFW art people shared since the mods made a channel for people to share it where minors couldn't see.

The problem I had with the art sharing was when people would share genderbend art. Genderbending is basically when someone takes an existing character and imagine them as if they had always been the opposite gender. It made me feel uncomfortable because it felt wrong that they would just pretend a character had always been one gender.

I brought it up with the mods in dms and asked them if they could ban genderbends from the server because it made me feel uncomfortable. I explained that genderbends are rooted in cissexism and are linked to transphobia as well. The mods said that they would discuss it and then they went and PUBLICLY asked about it in the discord server with everyone which made me feel uncomfortable.

Some other trans people in the server said that I was making a big deal out of it and said the mods did not need to ban it. They said that it helped them with their gender dysphoria, but I argued that they were supporting something that was inherently transphobic. I explained that trans people are further erased by genderbend subculture pushing more trans-friendly genderbend art out of the community, thus taking away what little space we had to begin with. Genderbends cause harm.

But in the end, the mods refused to ban genderbends. Instead, they made a poll asking everyone if they wanted to continue allowing it or not. Since the majority voted to keep it, they did not ban it. So I called everyone in the server transphobic for allowing it to continue.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[lazarel-3000]

“Hey, No.”

There was so much from this Se6Ep8 to unwrap.

Laughing at the showrunners cheeky episode title Analyze Piss, because oh I’m gonna! I’m gonna analyze and comment the shit out of this!!

TW: Suicide, mental health, depression

Rick Going to Therapy

@tootiredforaname’s take on the possibility of Rick having turned himself into a fly to observe therapy before going in himself is a lot more benign and plausible than my interpretation lol. Because I thought my man Rick was doing that to eavesdrop to see how he could further manipulate the family by mining their insecurities and using them against them—which to my defense seemed like something he would do! Also I read a fic about that too!

Can I just also say how much I freaking love Dr. Wong?! She is so good, like wow – the way she didn’t play into Rick’s bs *chef’s kiss* She like straight up said No to him AND HE LISTENED!! And before that, she was so calm and non-reactive too, found a way to appeal to Rick in a way that didn’t directly connect with emotion because we all know how much he loves that! “Rick, would you be interested in proving me wrong? [...] Show me data.” She said. And of course it was reverse psychology but it worked! This character is amazing.

Rick pacing back and forth, but actually being OPEN to a session with her, I could not believe my eyes and ears. His roundabout way too of asking for her “expertise” melted my heart. Old Rick would NEVER.

And like it works, right? It works for A While.

The Pitfalls of Change

Like mentioned before I was totally expecting this not work and like can we say that yeah this whole process wasn’t the prettiest to watch but truth be told, change hardly ever is. Someone dragging decades long issues behind them is not going to change their mindset overnight. It’s a process that requires commitment and consistency; it’s awkward, uncomfortable and many times painful. Regression to old habits happens, and that’s okay - this episode did really good in demonstrating that.

Toilet Humor as an Analogy: Pissmaster persona as a vehicle of self-agency

People getting grossed out about the toilet humor is understandable I myself thought it was disgusting but going beyond that. Piss is an analogy, or I want to believe it is, because it’s like Pissmaster, Pissmaster, right? You have this guy whose personal life is so depressing that he adopted an entire persona focused on urine to prove others wrong. But then he fails by getting his ass handed to him by Jerry of all people, yet he gets to live nonetheless. Now here, Eugene Michael Piss, the person suffers an emotional break realizing his Pisspersona could not prove anyone wrong - which is all he ever wanted. So now he has nothing

I like how Rick says this to his daughter: “I can tell you for sure if anything happens to me, it’s 100% not on you, it’s my own choice.”

And it’s true, we all make choices every day. Eugene could have chosen something different for himself. He could have chosen to get help, could have re-connected with his worried family, could have not done That, but he didn’t. He looked for a way out.

So then Rick is placed in a position to do something about it, or do nothing at all. So what does Rick do?

He gets off his ass and starts saving the world, and he does it under the pretense of wanting to protect Eugene’s daughter from the crude reality of her father’s death. And finds it that he actually Likes It and Dr. Wong reservedly approves!

He is taking control in his own way and changing. Remember that recent interview with Justin? Yeah.

The additional point being made too, I like to believe, is that yeah you can be dealt the shittiest hand in life but at the end of the day you yourself choose what you do with it. And if you do good, others are bound to notice. Like the Orb Council or whatever, didn’t care Pissmaster was a literal piss lord! All that they cared about and saw was that he was moving on, he was changing:

“Everyone likes a comeback story...”

Edit: I just rewatched the episode and realized that Rick was not suicidal in the Orphan Island bit, he had planned to autopilot the bomb away before Jerry got there lol

Rick and his inability to make friends

Rick’s inability to make close connections continues to be a theme in the show. After the toilet episode with Tony, I see now how he probably does want to have friends, but is hesitant because it never ever works out. Like every time he’s empathized with someone - Birdperson, Tony and now Pissmaster – something goes terribly horribly wrong. And he’s left alone again. 

I just hope that can change one day, because Rick really needs someone outside his family he can rely on. We all do.

Morty, the secret keeper… not!

Lol I laughed when Morty immediately went to tell on Rick. 

And you know what, I saw some people being angry at Morty for this, but I’m like ‘What did you expect? He’s 14 and has had extensive character growth.’ Also, Rick’s the adult here, let’s never forget that. The reaction has me like ‘???’ 

I really hope ya’ll are super young and don’t know any better. Because if Rick really felt that he needed to tell someone, he could have told Dr. Wong or you know… a friend or even some random at the bar, not his grandkid.

But like let’s take a closer look at this bit. 

Was he self-sabotaging? Like we know he can be pretty self destructive, so I can’t help but wonder if some dark part of him wanted to ruin the good image his family had of him. Like he can’t let them have this, can’t let them be right when he’s always been the one in higher ground. Or maybe part of him feels vulnerable, after being perceived as callous man all this time to then have them suddenly realize that he might have a heart underneath, I can see how that could be a scary thing to someone. Or it could be a combination of both and it’s understandable but c’mon don’t tell your grandkid.

He really needs a friend.

On Closing.

The fact that the episode didn’t end in a happy note and instead had them all arguing in the garage was a good choice imo. Like I keep saying in my ramblings. Change is not perfect. It’s not pretty, and it takes a whole LOT of work to keep it consistent.

Other Comments

I just find it cool that therapy was used a plot point in the story—not many comedy shows can do that without making fun of the concept. I mean the showrunners themselves have also had their own struggles with mental health, so it was nice to see them incorporate it. And like considering the show’s overall tone you would expect it to not be handled well, but it somehow worked! It worked on so many levels!

At the end of the day I hope it encourages those who need it to give therapy a try.

With all that being said:

I loved what we could explore here but it somehow felt off in hindsight. I don’t know it was the dialogue or what, but this episode’s tone felt different. Idk, it’s just my opinion.  

Anyway, whose piss was that anyway?

[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

series masterlist

(●’◡’●)ﾉ

an - OK THE TITLE IS MISLEADING THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET SKENSM (there are 2 more official story chapters before all the endings :3) also m not the biggest fan of this chapter?? so i’d love to hear what y’all think <33 don’t forget to feed me!!

taglist - if your name is in bold, i cannot tag you

@boosyboo9206 • @geektastic84 • @elianetsantana • @trashy-simp • @infinitebells • @6mattsun9 • @suhkusa • @katsulovee • @kotarosbabygirl • @fucktheworlddude • @insomniacwreck • @calumsfringe • @saltylettuce • @chai-blu • @al3x1ss • @hawksyoongi • @jooleuuh • @loubells • @kissungjae • @liberhoe • @tetsurocore • @animeoverdosee • @duhsies • @saiKishaircLip • @afire24 • @premiyagi • @kit-kat428 • @doctorspencereid • @daphnxy • @kyomihann • @maer-333 • @sinoflust19 • @peteunderoos • @peachiikichu • @iidanotlida • @yongboxerrr • @kac-chowsballs • @tanakaslastbraincell • @memorableminds • @risjime • @starry-magicshop • @sugavwara • @smuttyanimeslut • @kiwibirbs-library • @haijkk • @airybnb • @crybabygumi • @iwaisa • @decaffinatedtealover • @notameera • @kawaii-angelanne • @rintarovibes • @urlocalsimp • @keiarma • @shrimpypenis

the rest of the tags will be in the replies!!

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Idk if you already made this but Hanako, Kou and mitsuba jealous Hcs with their girlfriend that is quite popular among the students pls? thank u!!

hanako x f!reader, kou minamoto x f!reader, mitsuba sousuke x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! No worries, I haven’t made it yet :D you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! I love jealousy headcanons tho I don’t think I’ve ever written them? I hope these turn out alright, and I’m so sorry for the time this took!

warnings: jealousy?

word count: 1,936

Hanako <3

Oh boy- can I do anything but wish you luck?

Hanako is already a fairly clingy and jealous guy, that’s practically canon. He’ll stand between you when you’re talking to anyone, and I mean aaaaanyone. He just can’t risk losing you!

(It’s got a whole lot to do with his insecurities, of course- while he wouldn’t admit it, not wanting to drop his “ah? I’m just an innocent little boy, free of issues and perverted thoughts <3” attitude, he does struggle a lot. He’s a ghost, a murderer, and imperfect in more ways than those. You’re popular for a reason. You’re so pretty, so kind, so lovable- you’re alive, and probably have morals. What are you doing with a dead murderer?)

Wow, ANYWAY- we’re here for jealousy, not Hanako’s issues, though they will probably resurface shortly.

Seeing everyone around you… always wanting your attention, always complimenting you…

You deserved it! He thought all of those positive things and more-! But… at this point, so many people admiring you, why were you still with him?

Even if you explain to him constantly that you love him dearly, and wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, he still gets somewhat possessive. Eventually putting the “but why does (Y/N) still love me,,” aside, he just wants others to keep their hands off you :((

It’s no fault of yours, and he acknowledges that! But it’s the fault of others getting so close to you >:((

Though they can’t see him, when people go up to you, talking joyfully- he’s standing there, arms wrapped around you, head on your shoulder as he glares daggers into their souls.

BRO IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU OR TOUCHES YOU??

You’ve never seen him super angry, much less murderous. He doesn’t want you to see him that angry normally- but holy moley is he about ready to beat someone.

Yet, he’s still just a ghost- plus if he did something Teru would exorcise him, booooo. So, he settles for continuing to glare, standing between the two of you, hitting their arm if it’s resting on your shoulder. Once again, they’re completely unaware of it, but you aren’t!

“Hanako, you know I won’t leave you for them. They’re a classmate, I barely know them, really.”

“But they want to know you. And I don’t want them to know you… they’re gonna try and take you from me, (Y/N)!”

“I won’t let them take me, you big dummy. So, if you could please let go of me so I can get back to class?”

“No :((“

Not only does he cling to you, of course- though he hugs you bunches and squishes your face just because you’re cute- you can also expect a lot of kisses. Ranging from quick “hey, I’m here, and please don’t choose someone else over me”, “hey, my kisses are better than theirs!! Here’s proof!”, “you’re my girlfriend, not theirs, and if they keep treating you like you aren’t taking I’m going to stabby stabby (but I can’t stab cos Teru’s here, but I would if it wasn’t upsetting)”, etc, etc. It’s… almost strange how easy it is to understand what he means from the way he kisses you- but, I digress!

Overall, he gets jealous fairly easily, and gets very clingy when jealous. He’s not amazing with words, so he wants to show you that he loves you with actions!! However, those actions, more often than not, end up just being… clinging to you, and glaring at people who try to get too close to you.

(RIP Akane, Kou, and Nene for bearing witness to you walking around the school with a visibly angry Hanako. Though the worst the others get is the feeling that someone is staring at them, they get to witness his jealousy from off to the side.)

Kou Minamoto <3

He’s nearly completely opposite from Hanako, actually! He doesn’t get jealous very often, trusting you to actually tell him if something were wrong in the relationship. And, when he does get jealous, he does his best to not show it.

He’s not fond of being jealous. It makes him feel like he’s betraying you…? Like him being jealous is the same as him saying that he doesn’t trust you. But, similarly to Hanako, he trusts you. He just doesn’t trust others quite as much. Not with his very cute and very pretty and very sweet girlfriend :((

While it takes a lot to get him jealous, two things that really can make his temper cut short are (similarly to Hanako) when someone outright flirts or touches you. Especially if they touch you and the two of you aren’t at least friends-

If someone flirts, he’s going to casually slip into the conversation, if he wasn’t there already. A quick “hey, (Y/N)! Wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking-“, then he’ll stand next to you, grabbing your hand lightly. One thing about Kou is, he does his best to be gentle all the time! Even when he’s jealous, he’d never ever hurt you intentionally-!!

If someone’s touching you, he’ll hop into the conversation as he does when someone flirts, adding a “I need your help with something, when you can.” This time, or any time really, if you’re uncomfortable you can use it as an excuse to get away!! Kou’s got your back!!!

If it’s been a day where people just constantly seem to be needing your attention, he’ll start to let his jealousy get to him a bit. It’s not even that some people like your attention- heck, he gets it! He likes having your attention as well. It’s more that… they constantly need your attention. Someone always needing something, even when he just wanted to have a conversation with you :((

In that case, he’ll be slightly clingy, and slightly pouty. Almost like a young child. His lips will be pouted slightly, eyes looking a bit lower to the ground than usual. His hand will be secured in yours, and your shoulder will be lightly pressed against his.

“Kouuu, tell me what’s wrong~,” You spoke, poking his cheek with your index finger. When he was like this, it was easy to tell he was embarrassed about whatever he was pouting over, and not upset over something too serious. It was the perfect time to mess with him.

His face would flush as it usually did- and he’d look away, pouting a bit harder as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), really.”

“You’re pouting. Come on, now, you really can tell me. I promise I won’t think of you any less!”

“…it’s just… well- well, seeing all those people around you all day, and I couldn’t really… even get to talk to you. You even had to leave early during lunch-! I’m not angry or anything- it’s dumb, it’s dumb, really-“

“Awwwwh, Kou! Don’t be jealous, sweetheart! It’s not dumb, I actually find it sweet. You know I’d choose you over any of those people. I’d much rather spend time with you than them, but it’s not exactly easy to say no… but, if it makes you feel bad, I’ll make sure they know that, at least, lunch is off-limits.”

“Y-you don’t have to, but… that’s up to you.” (AKA “I want you to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something just for my sake.”)

Overall! Kou’s going to be a sweetheart, even when (not very often) jealous. He doesn’t want you to think he’s silly or not trusting of you when he does get jealous- so he does his best to hide it? Still, he fails, since he can’t help but want to be at least a little closer to you!! Plus the way he pouts- he’s easily read in most situations, and that type is no different.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Ahh, where to begin… I suppose the same way I’ve been beginning the other two-

Mitsuba is… a complicated jealous boy? He gets jealous rather easily- and… doesn’t admit it, but makes it painfully obvious. He thinks he isn’t being obvious, but it’s practically plain as daylight.

As he does all things, he masks his jealousy in insults at first! Making his way into whatever conversation or interaction your having, offering an ‘uninterested’ “what’re you doing?” After that, he criticizes every little thing the other person does- his levels of mercy depending on how much the person deserves it.

A quick question? Minimum amount of insults. Maybe one, two if they drag it out.

Just having a normal conversation? More than a short question, but not an excessive amount. If they drag it out too long, the insults go up.

Flirting? Lays the insults on THICK. Plus, after a moment, an annoyed and rather cocky sounding: “why haven’t you gotten lost already? Can’t you see I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend? You idiot. Moron. Pervert. Who talks to a taken girl like that??”

Touches you? Doesn’t even happen. They reach for you, and he’s smacking their hand away. “Idiot. What right do you have to touch my girlfriend?? That’s invasive. Gross. You’re so weird, trying to put your sticky little hands on her.”

But! If it’s a situation he can’t interfere with, be it because he’s dead and the other person’s alive, or in which the people needing your attention goes on for too long- he enters Sulky Mitsuba Mode.

Don’t get me wrong, Sulky Mitsuba is still full of insults, just… sad. In those times, as a ghost, he can’t help but wonder if you’re content in the relationship. Look at you… popular with other students- other students who could leave the school, buy you things, and such. He was a cute ghost, but he was a ghost. He wasn’t even really Mitsuba- he wasn’t the classmate you once knew. How hard was it for you? Yet, you gave it your best to get to know him again-

Luckily, Mitsuba has the ability to tell himself “if (Y/N) did that much for me, she must at least care.” However, it won’t get rid of all his doubts- and he’ll still sulk once you finally catch up with him.

“Hey, Mitsuba! Sorry, I’ve been busy!”

“Mh? Have you? I’ve barely even noticed you were gone.”

Terrible acting skills, Mitsuba. He looks annoyed, his voice sounds uninterested, but… it’s still somehow easy to see through his little act. He’s jealous, and you’re bound to be aware of it.

Take a seat next to him, and he’ll scoot away. Be patient- when he’s jealous, it’s like approaching a stray cat. No sudden movements or you’ll scare him away!

“I’m sorry, Mitsuba. I know I’ve been caught up today, and I’m really sad that I haven’t seen you much until now. Did you have anything you wanted to do? I’m all yours now!”

“Tch, whatever. I don’t have anything I want to do, so just leave it be.”

Ah… do I even have to mention that he’s stubborn. Apologize a bit, he’ll dismissively forgive you, and go from there. Lighthearted conversation, asking him about his day, talking about yours- slowly move closer to him, and! Next thing you know, his heads on your shoulder as he rants about something that happened.

Overall, Mitsuba does get jealous rather easily! He’s stubborn as always, partnered with his insults constantly ready to be fired- it’s interesting when he gets jealous. He never outright admits that he trusts you, and doesn’t consider much more than “I’m feeling a bit jealous since this person keeps taking (Y/N)’s attention, but he’d never put the blame on you. Just… like I said, be patient, and don’t get too offended.