#i'd yap on too long i'm afraid

[realtapiocafan]

https://www.tumblr.com/realtapiocafan/772608693856583680/jjmarr

Ever wondered why he holds Tee so near and close his heart ?? This is why and the dynamics being completely different where Ja’Marr basically says he’s more relaxed and unguarded because, it’s not a competition with Tee 😭🥹

!!! I have. so many thoughts regarding justin and tee and their different relationships with ja'marr. i wrote a lotttt

ok, ja'marr and justin reallly were attached at the damn hip. we all talk about the handshake and the dances and shit, but like. they used to share airpods. airpods, for fuck's sake. and the slushie/icee thing? 😭 how many of us used to have dumb arguments like that with our friends? it's those little things that really define jjmarr for me, the things that you'd only do with someone you love.

all of that is beautiful on its own, but it makes the ending hurt even more, doesn't it? you used to talk everyday and do everything together, now you need to schedule around practices and time zones and it's so much work. and then you get home and you're tired and before you know it, you haven't talked to them in weeks.

ok, pardon me for going on a side rant here, but i did try to use the twitter interactions as like a microcosm of the entire jjmarr relationship, to show how a friendship that close can fade over time.

the first three tweets (bantering about practice, making fun of justin's first down celebration, sharing airpods) are all in the lsu era (2018-2019) when they were still doing dumb shit in practice and hanging out and coming up with their silly celebrations

the next three (justin rolling his eyes at ja'marr flipping, ja'marr teasing justin's attempt to get into the nba, reminiscing about what they used to do in practice) is set in 2020-21 (when justin was in the nfl and ja'marr was not). and you can see! they're STILL bantering. still making fun of each other with delight! but it's about what they used to do, not what they're doing now then.

then the last time ja'marr mentioned justin on twitter, was last year (before justin signed his extension and everyone thought he might go to a diff team). justin never responded (on twitter, at least.) again ja'marr's said a few times that justin's the one that doesn't answer his texts. while i take his words with a grain of salt, all of the throwback photos and birthday posts are from ja'marr. i catch myself thinking about justin's most toxic trait being communication all the time.

now, do i think justin is at fault for the 'breakup'? no, i really don't think so. unreliable narration aside, they live in different states, different timezones. they have different schedules, different practices. justin has a c, ja'marr doesn't (yet). justin is like, the sole Face of The Franchise, whereas ja'marr has joe to carry the burden with him. my point is: justin has a different life and different responsibilities and it's understandable that a friendship would fade under those circumstances. it's life. it happens.

but for ja'marr... you can know that it's perfectly natural for friendships to fade. you can know that it's not anyone's fault. you can know that's just how life goes. but it still hurts, because of what you shared together. the friendship was still there! the memories still exist! the love didn't last, but that doesn't mean that it didn't matter. it mattered! it mattered a lot!

justin changed ja'marr (and ja'marr changed justin!) like all friendships do and especially with college friendships. in college, we still have no idea what we're going to do, who we are, and that's fine, because that's what college is for. it's just... when you don't know who you are, how are you supposed to tell where you end and where your friend begins? (there's a reason why college friendships can sometimes seem almost codependent and why so many fade out. when you grow that close to someone, the only direction left is away.)

so, getting back to tee, anon. yes, i do think the past jjmarr weighs deeply in ja'marr's mind with the current tee situation. he's clinging onto tee with everything he has, because he already knows how easily his best friend can slowly slip out of his life. like arguably justin and ja'marr were just as close, if not closer, than he is to tee rn (ARGUABLY). and if justin can drift away from him... in ja'marr's experience with justin, once you're on different teams, it'll never be the same. it'll never be what it once was. so if it were up to him, he won't let tee go on a different team, won't let tee become a stranger the way justin has.

then the competitive aspect bc i DO also have lots of thoughts of that. above, i said justin changed ja'marr. if you look at videos and even tweets of ja'marr before college, it's like a different person. he just seems so much more shy and quiet in those old videos 🥺! a baby! i don't know exactly how to describe it, but he's definitely not confident the way he is now. i do think justin was one of the main reasons why this is the version of ja'marr that exists. there's a quote somewhere, that ja'marr had to speak up and demand the ball because justin was. because justin was there, ja'marr had to learn to speak up for himself and come out of his shell.

it's always a competition with justin and ja'marr, that's part of their relationship. maybe they'll forget about the slushies/icees, about the airpods, but that competitiveness will always be there, pushing each other to new heights. now, ja'marr knows himself. he knows the heights he's capable of reaching, and you can see that. would he be the same without that competitive aspect in his relationship with justin? i don't know. i don't think so.

but with tee, as much as i've compared jjmarr to teemarr in this post, they're two entirely different relationships. tee... ugh, how do i phrase this? tee's... tee's gentler than either justin or ja'marr. whereas justin's reaction to ja'marr leading in triple crown stats earlier this year was "don't count me out", tee's was "i'll get to tell my kids i played with a triple crown wr". justin pushes ja'marr. tee supports ja'marr. they both affect ja'marr, help him get better just in different ways.

jjmarr hits different for me, bc i just love that drifting-apart angst, but really, teemarr is so so very special. in lsu, justin helped bring ja'marr out of his shell. in cincy, i consider tee to be the safe place for ja'marr, away from all the cameras and reporters. it has to be a lot -the social media trolls, the talk show bs, even the expectations of the fans. i have thoughts of an overwhelmed rookie ja'marr being found and comforted by tee. because having that one person that you can lean on, that one person who gives you peace... that makes a world of a difference.

[hbyrde36]

Midsummer Nights

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WC: 4965 | R: Explicit (eventually) | Ch 4/15 | AO3

Chapter 4

“And they just left you here for nearly two months? Your mum and dad?!” Eddie practically screeched from the other side of the room, sounding shocked and appalled as he neatly folded and stacked a veritable mountain of black t-shirts before stashing them in his unit of cubbies.

The difference was like night and day. 

Eddie hadn’t stopped yapping since the moment they’d woken up that morning, peppering Steve with questions about his past summers at camp at a mile a minute, and by the time they’d gathered up their belongings, hauled them over to their new cabin, and began to unpack for good, Steve couldn’t believe he’d ever thought of this boy as quiet.

He was so animated when he spoke too, waving his hands around and doing this cute scrunchy thing with his nose sometimes. It made Steve almost giddy to see, even if the current subject of their chatter was a sad and sensitive one.

“It wasn’t that ba—“ Steve started to say, readying himself to defend his parents and shrug it off like he usually did, minimizing the hurt his childhood self had felt back then. A deep bruise that still stung sometimes if he pressed on it hard enough. But standing there, settling in for another summer in this place that he loved so much, with Eddie, who as rough and guarded as he’d been only a day ago was now looking at him with such open sincerity, Steve knew he wanted to be real. 

He wanted to open up, at least a little. 

“The truth is, I cried myself to sleep almost every night that first year,” he corrected himself softly, focusing on wrestling the bottom sheet around his new mattress instead of the way Eddie was watching him. Naturally, his first instinct was to regret his admission almost the second it left his lips, feeling suddenly naked, vulnerable, afraid that maybe so much honesty was too much too soon, when they’d only just started getting along.

Thankfully, Eddie was quick to prove those worries wrong. “You were only a child, a sprog! ‘Course you did. Bloody hell, if I didn’t have a certain image to maintain I'd be crying buckets, and I'm a grown up.”

In one fell swoop Eddie put Steve at ease, and proved that there was a softness lurking under all the black cotton, thick denim, chains and—formerly—bad attitude. Something Steve had secretly guessed at and maybe even hoped for, even when all signs pointed to the contrary.

“You miss him that much, your uncle?” Steve asked, crossing the room with his hand out. Eddie seemed to have given up the fight with his own sheet altogether, and Steve refused to stand by and let him sleep on the old questionable bare mattress. The trick was to start with opposite corners.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, his expression turning wistful. He handed Steve one side of his sheet without a word and together they had it on in a snap. “Been the two of us for about as long as I can remember. He’s the one who insisted I come here, but I still worry about him being on his own.”

“I bet he misses you too.”

Eddie bent to retrieve his backpack off the floor, dumping its contents on top of his newly made bed. Out of a pile of notebooks, colored pencils, and a discman that looked to be held together with nothing more than duct tape and a prayer, he plucked a small photo in a tarnished frame, passing it to Steve.

It was a man, older but not old, who’s hairline was beginning to recede, the scruff on his chin sprinkled with a few hints of grey. Standing next to the man was a young boy with a buzz cut, thin and pale, all but unrecognizable save for the familiar set of huge dark eyes staring straight at the camera. The boy was trying so hard to frown but it was clear he was only fighting a smile, as if the man at his side had said something to try and get a rise out of him just as the picture was taken. 

“That’s Wayne.”

Steve could hear the smile in Eddie’s voice as he continued to look down at the photo. He brushed the corner of the frame with his thumb, strangely overcome with this glimpse into Eddie’s real life. “He looks kind.”

Eddie snorted a laugh, lightly slapping Steve’s shoulder like he’d made a joke. “Nah, he’s a proper old fogy, the grumpy fuck. Till you get to know him at least. Think he’d take to you though.”

Actually, Steve had meant it, there was something about the man’s eyes, a quality that shone in Eddie’s as well, that if you looked close enough reflected a good heart hiding behind a hard outer shell. But, he played along, exhaling his own short laugh. That particular bit of insight was a little much for a pair of guy friends. If he started waxing poetic about Eddie’s eyes on day one he would most certainly freak the guy out.

Aside from grabbing lunch and dinner in the dining hall where they sat with an overly stunned Robin—seriously, Steve had to kick her under the table to get her to close her mouth—they spent the rest of the day and well into the night on their own.

Just the two of them.

Getting to know each other.

Lounging on the same narrow bed, elbow to elbow, thigh to thigh.

Steve was absolutely not losing his goddamn mind about it.

In between swapping tales of home and high school—or secondary school, as Eddie called it—he told Eddie more about how camp worked, since the other boy had neglected to read any of the literature Hopper had mailed out over a month ago. He explained all about how the summer was split into two week sessions, with a visitors/show-it-off day at the end of each one. Eddie already knew he'd be spending his days running music related activities with Gareth, and had grand dreams of forming rock bands for each age group, but Steve filled him in about days and nights off, the way curfew worked, how the kids had free run of the camp in the evenings, unless there was a special activity planned, until their designated bed times. 

He couldn’t help getting a little red in the face when he brought up the makeout patrols. It was something all the counselors had to take turns with, where they had to roam around making sure none of the kids were getting up to any ‘funny business’ under the cover of darkness.

Steve wasn’t sure when it’d happened, or who’d actually fallen asleep first, but at some point he realized their quiet chatter had given way to peaceful silence, the only sound their own deep soft breaths, and the resonating hum of far off crickets carried this way on the wind. His head had fallen to rest on Eddie’s shoulder as they both dozed, the curve of Eddie’s neck cradling him so perfectly that he couldn’t bring himself to move, though he knew he should, before sleep came calling once again.

When Steve woke he was still in Eddie’s bed, half confused to find himself pressed up against the wall, until it all came back to him, as if even in sleep he’d managed to maintain some good sense. And thank goodness for that. Eddie himself however was already up and at 'em, his back to Steve as he rushed into the cabin’s bathroom, one of the shower stalls coming on a few seconds later.

He’d like to think the hurry to get ready for their new arrivals today was to blame for the speed at which Eddie had fled upon waking, but that was a level of delusion even Steve couldn’t bring himself to accept. 

Oh well, surely it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, it’d been an honest accident after all.

As he listened to the running water in the other room, definitely not picturing it running in rivulets down the length of Eddie’s pale body, Steve took a moment to bask in the lingering warmth Eddie’d left behind. The pillow beneath him smelled faintly of sunscreen and bug spray, two scents that should in no way get him going, but when combined with Eddie’s natural musk, his sweat? It had Steve drooling, and fighting not to palm his now half-hard cock over his thin cotton shorts.

He managed to get himself under control and dressed in his official camp shirt and clean shorts by the time Eddie emerged, wet hair twisted up into a haphazard bun, wearing his own matching staff shirt and one of his now many pairs of hand-cut black denim shorts.

“Alright, mate?” Eddie asked as he walked past.

Steve shook himself, realizing he’d just sort-of been standing there, waiting for the hammer to fall. But Eddie threw him an easy smile as he hung his towel back on its hook and began the process of slipping the many rings he wore on his fingers, and all the tension Steve had held onto despite his best efforts, melted away in an instant.

“I’m great,” Steve said, and meant it. “You ready to go greet the munchkins?”

Eddie put the last finishing touch on his ensemble, clipping the other end of his chain wallet to his belt loop before turning on his heel, and rolling his head on his shoulders till it cracked as though he were preparing for war. 

“Ready as I'll ever be.”

From their spot sitting on top of the fence that ran along the outer edges of camp, Steve and Eddie along with Robin and Vickie, watched vehicle after vehicle pull into the main parking lot. 

Dozens of car doors flew open at once, releasing a veritable flood of children onto the grounds. One or two of the little guys clung to their parents, as the parents themselves tried to unload their luggage, but for the most part it was bedlam. Kids of all ages, slamming doors, shouting and running, eager to see their friends and start their summer vacations away from home after a long year at school. 

Steve grinned, hopping down when he finally spotted a familiar station wagon that he knew held a few of his favorite campers. Yes, they were a few years younger than him, and yes, he was a counselor now, but he still counted them, one of them at least, as some of his best friends. 

Not that he’d ever tell them that. 

But before Steve could take more than a few steps in the direction of the car, Eddie lunged off the fence himself and latched on to his elbow, tugging him back so he could whisper loudly in his ear. 

“Have I mentioned that I have a deep fear of children?”

Steve turned, staring into Eddie’s wide horror-filled eyes, so close to his own, and laughed out loud. “They’re harmless, I promise. They’re just excited. For a lot of them this is the only piece of freedom they get for the entire year. The only place where they can relax and be themselves.”

He knew that for a fact. An agonizing truth so close to his heart that it must have shown on his face, or carried through in his voice somehow. Eddie frowned, his expression quickly shifting from overwhelmed, to sad, to considering, and he gave Steve’s arm a gentle squeeze before finally letting go. 

It settled something in Steve’s gut that had been primed to panic over the idea of accidentally revealing more than he’d meant. Not that he’d have had much time to worry over it. Dustin and his friends—The Party, as they’d dubbed themselves—were already hurrying towards him, dragging poor Mrs. Henderson along with them. 

Steve met them halfway, and when Dustin reached out his hand to initiate their not-so-secret, and frankly dorky as fuck handshake, he didn’t hesitate to jump right into it, no matter who was watching.

“What in the world did I just witness?” Eddie murmured in Robin’s direction, just loud enough for Steve to hear, as they came to join the little gathering, with Vickie following along behind.

Once Dustin had had his turn with Steve, Will leaned in for a hug, the tips of his ears turning pink as they separated. That was new. Steve pretended not to notice, but filed the information away for later. 

Lucas was next, raising his arm for a surprisingly strong high five. They’d all grown so much since Steve had last seen them, but Lucas had sprung up at least a foot. Mrs. H gave Steve a warm smile, reaching up to pinch his cheek before stepping aside. Finally, there was only Mike and his crossed arms left, who scowled, only offering a curt nod hello.

“Eddie, meet Steve’s children,” Robin said, flourishing her hands in a ta-da gesture. “Children, Eddie.”

As if they’d only just noticed the new arrivals, the four younger boys quickly pounced, all speaking at once. 

“Woah, did that hurt?” Dustin asked loudly, pointing up at the hoop in Eddie’s brow.

“Don’t be stupid,” Lucas cut in. “Look at all his tattoos!”

Mike stared at Eddie’s hip, furrowing his brow. “What’s with the chain?”

“I didn’t know boys could paint their nails,” Will said, the quietest of them all, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out and touch Eddie’s hand.

Steve stifled a chuckle. Tempted as he was to let the onslaught go on a bit longer, he came to Eddie's rescue, raising two fingers to lips and letting out a shrill, powerful whistle. “Come on, fellas, give him some room to breathe.”

Wincing at the sound in unison, they quickly backed off.

“Who the hell are you,” Eddie hissed. “Mother Goose?”

The young boys were set back off immediately, dissolving into giggles. As did Robin and Vickie who were sort-of hanging on the periphery, observing it all from a safe distance. Even Steve broke, snorting loudly into the back of his hand, which he then promptly smacked into Eddie’s chest.

“Language, man.”

Eddie’s mouth formed a small o, as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. “Right… Sorry,” he said, eyes set on Dustin’s mom. 

“That’s okay, dear,” Mrs. Henderson said, waving a dismissive hand. “They’ve heard worse.”

“Okay, gremlins, what cabin are you in?” Steve asked, trying to regain some order and move this process along.

Dustin opened his palm, where he’d written something on it in blue Sharpie, and held it out with tentative hope in his eyes “B-4?”

Steve fought not to grin like an idiot, knowing Hopper had arranged it this way on purpose. He couldn’t have asked for a better group of kids for his first summer on the job. They might be gremlins, but they were his gremlins. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me and Eddie then.”

“Is it not the other way ‘round?” Eddie mumbled under his breath.

Steve elbowed him in the side, whispering, “be nice.”

“I am nice,” Eddie quipped back. “A delight, actually.”

The boys were paying them no attention by that point anyway, excitement mounting to a fever pitch as they collected their bags on their backs and tucked rolled up blankets under their arms.

“Now then,” Mrs. Henderson began with a loud clap, startling the four boys back to quiet attention. “Before you run off, give me hugs so I can get back on the road.”

Dustin complied right away, no doubt knowing his own mother well enough to be sure there was no way out of the mildly embarrassing display. Lucas and Mike groaned performatively, but followed suit, along with Will who went quietly as usual. 

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go already,” Mike grumbled, the moment Dustin’s mom was back in her car.

“Hold up,”  Lucas said, raising a hand to his brow as he scanned the rows of cars. “Is Max here yet?”

Steve looked out at the thinning crowd as well, at first seeing no sign of the girl’s distinctive red hair amongst the cars that had continued to pull in, but suddenly, as if on cue, a bright blue Chevy Camaro careened into the parking lot. 

The flashy sports car had barely come to a stop before its passenger door burst open and the girl in question leapt out, her eyes already set on their small group. She managed three steps towards them before the driver got out, an older boy with a blond mullet and icy blue eyes, as cruel as they were pretty, who leaned over the roof of the car to shout at her.

“Hey!” He barked. “Get back here, shit-bird.”

Max scowled, whipping around as the blonde tossed a giant duffel bag at her feet. 

“Carry your own crap.”

She scooped up the bag and shouldered it, raising her middle finger high before turning again, making a bee-line for Lucas.

“What’s his problem?” Eddie asked.

“Billy,” Steve spat the name, detesting the taste just saying it left in his mouth. “My guess is he didn’t want to come back this summer, but his dad made him. He’s Max’s step-brother.”

“Oof, poor girl.”

The first few days of camp were a bit of a blur. Dustin and his buddies had a habit of rising at the crack of dawn, well before Hopper and his irritating wake-up call came by. Every morning the older man, armed with his Jim Croce CD and cranked-up truck speakers, would do the rounds, driving from cabin to cabin until someone inside provided proof of life. 

On top of the borderline sleep deprivation, Steve was also suffering from the fate of having to spend the majority of his day working beside Billy. As the only two certified lifeguards on staff, they’d been tasked with running the waterfront—together. He’d have much preferred helping Robin put together the summer’s plays, or help Jonathan run the art department, despite the fact that he could barely draw stick figures, but when Hopper had asked, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

It wasn’t all bad. Billy preferred to sit in his chair, perched on high as his hawk-like eyes scanned the lake for something to yell about. Leaving Steve free to get down in the water, teaching the youngest campers how to doggy-paddle and take the more experienced swimmers out on the boats.

As much as he loved the hours spent in the sun and getting to teach the little ones, the brightest spots of his day came at the end of it, when he and Eddie and their own gaggle of pre-teens returned to their cabin for a whirlwind of hurried showers, before rushing back out to dinner where they’d all sit together and talk excitedly about their days.

Well, the kids would talk, while he and Eddie sat across from each other, meeting eyes often but barely able to get a word in edgewise.

Steve absolutely loved it.

But it wasn’t until the weekend arrived and with it the first rest day of the season, with no wakeup calls and no organized activities, a full day for campers and counselors alike to relax and hang out with their bunkmates doing whatever they liked, that Steve could finally look back and appreciate how far he and Eddie had come in such a short time.

Despite his first reaction to seeing the camp full of kids in all its chaotic glory, Eddie turned out to be a natural with them. He was especially great with their own boys—though sometimes it was a bit like co-parenting a pack of wild animals—plus Max whenever she could sneak away from her own bunk or cafeteria table to join them. A fact that had Steve’s non-existent ovaries threatening to explode near constantly.

It had taken less than a day for the boys to sniff out that Eddie, apparently, also played their favorite nerd game—a.k.a. Dungeons and Dragons—and it hadn’t taken much longer than that for them to convince him to run them something called a one-shot.

Which was, of course, what they decided to spend the entirety of their rest day doing. 

Steve, Eddie, and their four favorite campers laid out in the sun for hours, sprawled over a blanket on a soft patch of grass, the center of it piled high with snacks Dustin had smuggled into camp in the bottom of his trunk, as Eddie spun a wild tale of adventure. 

Steve would have been happy to sit there, watching and listening to the fun, it’s what he’d been expecting, but to his surprise Will and Dustin had gotten together and secretly made him his very own character to play. He very nearly cried when they handed him the sheet, complete with a small but detailed drawing Will had made of the brave Paladin who’s hair had the same artful swirl as Steve’s own.

It was impossible not to get swept up in it, Eddie was a talented storyteller, but it was the sight of him shining, not just from the sunlight in his hair but the joy that seemed to emanate from his very pores as his audience oohed and ahhed, that had Steve falling deeper and deeper with each passing minute. 

The spirit of relaxation continued into the night. 

Once all the children across camp were asleep in their bunks, Steve and Eddie, along with the rest of the staff, snuck out of their beds and into the woods for their first bonfire in too long. 

Alcohol flowed, music played, and Steve was on cloud nine, sharing a stump with Eddie that was honestly much too small for both of them, as they split the last of the beer from the stash in his trunk. He’d have to hit up a liquor store on his day off and hope the small-town clerks here were as bad at spotting fake IDs as the ones at home. 

In comfortable silence they sat together and watched the fire dance, watched Robin and Vickie teetering on a pair of rusted out stools, chatting away with Argyle and Gareth who’d taken up a bench made of old mostly rotten wood, and tried not to watch Nancy and Jon across the way, who must have made up at some point judging by the way they were sucking face while cozied up on a pad made of moth-eaten sleeping bags.

Two drinks after a long week had Steve feeling loose, content, though he was pretty sure he was more intoxicated by Eddie’s proximity than the shitty beer running through his veins. It was turning out to be the perfect end to a wonderful day, so naturally Steve decided it would be a good idea to poke at things he should have known better than to poke at.

“Alright,” he began, smacking his lips as he set his now second empty bottle down at his feet, cracking the next one open as he went on. “I feel like we’ve gotten close enough now that I can ask this without you taking it the wrong way. Why did you hate me so much when we first met?”

Eddie nearly choked on his own beer, the fizzy amber liquid dripping down his chin as he pulled the bottle from his lips. He looked away, coughing to clear his throat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he answered. 

“It’s as I said, I thought you didn’t like me.”

Steve snorted, throwing back a long sip of his drink. “Dude, you hated me on sight. It’s okay, you can tell me the truth, I can handle it. I’m a big boy.”

He wasn’t sure why he felt such a need to know the exact reason he’d affected Eddie the way he did at first. It was just… they worked together so well with the kids, and had quickly become such great friends, nothing that would rival his near symbiotic relationship with Robin, but that was a given. He just couldn’t quite fathom how they’d gotten from there to here.

“Okay, you want honesty?” Eddie asked. 

Tilting his head as if to say—obviously, Steve waved him on to continue.

“This whole posh look of yours was too heavy a cross to bear. And that pop music? Rank. But I've learned to look past it.”  

“Fuck off,” Steve said through a laugh, nudging Eddie in the side.

Eddie threw himself off the stump like Steve had hit him with all his might, rolling in the leaves and grass as he too chuckled, crawling back over to Steve on his knees. “I like you plenty now. We’re mates, isn’t that what matters?”

For a second Steve couldn't form words, his brain fully blue-screening at the sight of Eddie kneeling in front of him. If he didn’t know better he’d think the other boy was doing it on purpose, but the look on Eddie’s face was entirely innocent, as if he had no idea the effect he was having on Steve’s poor tortured psyche. 

He swallowed a groan and forced his brain to boot back up before his lack of reply made it weird. “Y-yeah I guess, but come on. I really wanna know.”

“You really don’t.” Eddie frowned, sitting back on his heels.

“What could possibly be so bad that you don’t want to tell me?” Steve knew he was pushing his luck, but now that he’d gone down this path he couldn’t seem to make himself stop.

Eddie made a frustrated sound low in his throat as he rose to his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Just let it go—alright?”

“Eddie?” Steve stood, reaching out for his friend’s arm, only for Eddie to jerk away from his touch before storming off into the dark of the trees

Shit

Steve hesitated, glancing around the clearing before taking off in the direction Eddie’d gone, relieved that no one seemed to have noticed their little exchange save for Robin, who shot him a worried glance. He waved her off, slipping into the trees.

“Eddie, wait,” he called out. He wasn’t drunk by any means, but he was tipsy enough to trip over damn near every root in his path as he tried desperately to catch up to the dark haired figure up ahead. They were under thick cover when he finally did manage to outpace him, the darkness so complete he could hardly see his own hand where it grabbed Eddie by the shoulder, spinning him around forcibly. 

“I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t be mad,” Steve begged. 

This time, Eddie didn’t pull away, and though the moonlight was all but hidden by the canopy overhead, his wide eyes still shone, a beacon drawing Steve in. He said nothing at first, his heavy breath filling the air around them as he stared intently, like he was memorizing the shadow of Steve’s face.

“Fuck it.” 

More a puff of air than actual words, Steve was hardly sure of what he’d heard before Eddie was suddenly surging forward, his mouth meeting Steve’s in a rough, dry, unpracticed touch of lips. It was over as quickly as it had started, with Eddie rearing back immediately with his hands raised up in front of him, while Steve stood motionless, frozen to the spot.

It was the absolute last thing he could have expected. He would have been less shocked if Eddie had punched him in the face.

“Shit,” Eddie cursed, raking a hand roughly through his tangle of curls. “I-I'm sorry, I'm just drunk, and daft, and—”

Finally, Steve willed his limbs to move, taking a tentative step forward. “We had two beers each, three tops. You’re not drunk, or stupid.”

“Please, don’t—”

Before Eddie could finish his plea, Steve fisted the front of his shirt, reeling him in to capture his mouth with his own. Eddie stiffened at first, but quickly relaxed into it, his body leaning into Steve’s as their lips danced in a much softer, much more lingering kiss.

“I’m gay,” Steve blurted out the moment they broke apart.

Eddie simply rested their foreheads together in response, seemingly relearning how to breathe.

Steve wound his arms around Eddie’s back, running his hands up and down the length of it as he went on. “And I've had a ridiculously huge crush on you this whole time.”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Eddie let out a breathy laugh, pressing their heads together more firmly.

“I don’t know what I am,” Eddie whispered eventually, a hint of sadness in a voice. “I just know that I can’t stop looking at you when you’re around, and when you’re not around I’m thinking about you. I–I feel like I'm going mad. I've never felt this way about… ”

“A boy?”

Eddie shrugged, shifting his weight nervously from one food to the other. “Yes, well, a-anyone really.” 

“Hey,” Steve said, pulling back, ducking down to try and look Eddie in the eye. “We can forget about it if that’s what you need. It’s okay. I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

It didn’t matter that what had happened tonight was quite literally Steve’s dream come true, this was about Eddie now, and what he wanted. What he was comfortable with. 

“I don’t think I want to forget about it,” Eddie said slowly, pausing to take a deep breath as he slung his arms over Steve’s shoulders. “Can we take it slow?”

Steve’s heart leapt. He wanted to shout his happiness to the night’s sky, but he held it in, not wanting to scare Eddie off before, whatever this was, had really begun. “Yeah,” he said, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Eddie’s cheek.  “We can take it slow.”

Thanks as always to the lovely @penny00dreadful for being the best beta, friend and cheerleader.

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[i-am-grell]

Shows with Some Substance Anime Poll

A short series won the last poll, so I have to start the next one right away, and since I've kinda poll-spammed these last couple runs, this is all gonna be shit with some substance (and be sure to check below the cut because I'm really upping some long series runs from things I've previously promised - look, you'll notice if you actually read my propaganda regularly. If not, ignore and press button). This is the true binge-watching, the true marathoning, kinda poll.

And, if you're new here, I don't like making choices, but I like watching anime.

Propaganda* (*yapping, etc) below the poll. You can reblog for visibility, to yap in the tags, or for whatever reason you choose. You don't have to know me, follow me, like me, or like/know/have watched any of these shows to vote.

Propaganda:

One Piece -

This one is for the (I'm sure) large intersection of OP and IASIP fans. This poll option counts for Seasons 9 and 10 (ep 264-381 / Enies Lobby and Thriller Bark) of One Piece.

Fairy Tail - I'm going into Edolas, I gotta make a Strauss siblings joke. This poll option counts for Seasons 3, 4, and 5 (ep 73-150) of Fairy Tail.

Pokemon - Like I know how to get Tyrogue to evolve into a specific Hitmon[suffix], but that's all I got. Don't get me started on IV breeding. This poll option counts for Seasons 14 and 15 (Black & White / Black & White: Rival Destinies) of Pokeani.

Food Wars! - Nothing weird at all :)

Natsume's Book of Friends - Beloved mutual(s) who like this anime, I see you putting an adorable kitty yokai on the dash. Vote with your heart.

Hunter x Hunter - All of it this time. Last time, I put it in a poll I said I'd watch half and take a break, but I'm going for length in this poll. I'm shooting straight through the 2011 start-to-finish.

[lsunstreakerl]

hi! i must say i really love your fics and i’m currently re-reading the first chapters of Search History (because i can’t get enough) and i came across this bit:

   "I am so afraid of losing people I love, Max. That is why I did not approach you sooner, because I thought if I got close, if I loved you, something bad would happen to you too." He sniffs, and suddenly he really does have the waterworks going, worse than Max has ever seen from him before.

   "But then Silverstone happened and you got hurt anyways. And I realized it does not matter if I love you from close or afar, and if I am going to love you then I want to do it right. "

and i know SH deals a lot with the consequences of Silverstone ‘21 on Max’s health but i was wondering if you have any insight on Charles’ immediate or short term reaction to the event, specially given that they were not together at the time.

again, love your work! it scratched an itch i didn’t know i had regarding RB garage dynamics

The way I literally disappeared off the face of the earth sorry guys 😭 it's been a rough winter and I've been working lots of unexpected hours but I should have some stuff uploaded soon!

Silverstone '21 is kind of the tipping point for Charles in Search History. I don't write a whole lot of Charles' viewpoint or dive too deep into his character a whole lot, because I don't write him very well (thanks, anon) and I'd rather keep him somewhat as a side character than completely butcher his development. There's a bit more of him in the next chapter of Famiglia, but as far as Search History you probably still won't see a whole lot for the fic itself, but I might try to expand a bit in the rest of the series.

Charles and Max have known each other their whole lives, and Charles has been paying attention to Max for several years at this point, but kind of what I'm alluding to in the chunk you've pointed out is that Charles feels like he's cursed or bad luck to the people he loves. He's seen so much death in the sport, and in his family, and it's always people he loves, people he really cares about, so obviously he's the problem, instead of just having terrible luck, because that totally makes sense, good job Charles.

So Charles is realizing that he cares about Max, really cares, and that scares the hell out of him, so he's trying not to get too close, or get too attached, because then bad things will happen.

And then Max gets his shit rocked at Silverstone, and Charles realizes that he was doing all of this, putting in all this effort to stay away, and Max got hurt anyways, which actually helps break a little bit of that toxic thought pattern for him.

He doesn't immediately do anything dramatic or declare undying love of any of that lol, he just starts letting himself get closer. When Max wants to talk to him after a race, Charles yaps back to his hearts content. They start texting more. Charles seeks out Max to debrief sometimes, instead of Max always coming to him. They meet up in Monaco for lunch, they go on runs together, they spend more time with each other.

Charles still has a lot of anxiety surrounding Max and his eyes after he finds out, and it also creates a bit of a weird dynamic with Lewis going into them being teammates- Lewis doesn't know why Charles is sometimes nice and sometimes not, and Charles is trying to be a good friend and teammate but sometimes when he looks at Lewis all he's thinking of is Max. (This also leads into a really competitive year with Lewis and Charles. Charles is absolutely dead set on refusing Lewis his 8th, and Lewis is like "I understand competitiveness but this seems personal" and Charles is standing there lying through his teeth when he reassures Lewis it's not personal.)

Search History will have a Max and Lewis conversation about the accident. I want to make it clear that I'm not painting Lewis as a villain in this story, because sometimes shit happens, and sometimes that shit can fuck you up long term. It's exactly what it was called- an accident.

Sorry that got a bit rambling. Search History has been fighting me a bit in these last few chapters, so I keep rewriting things because I'd rather take longer and put out something I like than rush it and be unhappy about it later. I promise I'm working on it 🤍

[dseval]

What are your thoughts of CrossDust? What dynamic you think they have?

Permission to yap about CrossDust??

Short answer: funny i like both of them they should kiss

...Long yapping ahead (there's yapping about my Murder Sans interpretation, then there's also CrossDust. It's long.)

I'd like to first clarify that my interpretation of Dust may be different compared to many (I think, at least). Since I base his character on the canon information from Ask-Dusttale and fangames— particularly Evan Streblow's Dusttale (if you don't know, it's the one with the psychotic HAHAHAHAHAHAHA and "We're gonna have a MAD time!")

I also slot in some headcanons (and self-projections, can't help it) and some character adjustments because I think canon Murder is extremely difficult to work with, especially in the context of shipping and anything else this fandom does with him in general.

But just the gist of it so you all don't have to read that much (I can go on for ten more paragraphs. I'm obsessed with this guy):

I'll use the names Murder and Dust interchangeably and within different contexts. I like to think Murder is a front that Dust puts on— an apathetic murderer who finds emotions difficult to feel, someone who always lies to get his way, a sociopath. While Dust is quiet, honest, and more contemplative. It's mostly Murder who interacts with others.

Murder and Dust aren't necessarily two different people. Ultimately, Dust directly influences Murder's choices, and Murder may disappear one day once Dust feels content.

His hallucinations aren't only Papyrus, he also hallucinates about others although Papyrus is the most often. And these hallucinations speak different things according to the state he's in. Murder's hallucinations would encourage him to hurt more. While Dust's would induce guilt.

Murder is a very focused person, not afraid to take the lead, and he hates it when nothing happens. Dust on the other hand is content just doing nothing.

Murder finds love absurd. Dust too, but he entertains the thought of it.

Murder and Dust both think words are silly, insincere, and can change meanings, so they are more action-oriented.

He's demisexual. That's a headcanon.

And if anyone has any different interpretation of Murder/Dust Sans, that is absolutely okay and amazing. Dusttale is a very hard AU to actually get into (all the informations are scattered). Plus, there is nothing wrong with fanon. I think it's great, I like fanon. I sometimes like fanon more than canon.

Now CrossDust.

For their general dynamic, I think it's very difficult for them to get together. They just go back and forth between something and nothing. They have like... The slowest of slow burns.

I'd like to implement the entire Underverse thing. Remember how Cross stole Classic's soul? Apparently, Sanses across different alternate timelines can share a memory. So Geno knows Cross stole 'his' soul. Killer also acknowledges this and says to XChara that they stole 'his' soul.

So technically to Murder/Dust— Cross also had stolen 'his' soul (And Murder would've had felt all Cross's pain while at it, too). I think Murder would find it hilarious that Cross brought literally every single innocent AU into his problem. Dust would feel like Cross's plans are ridiculous, but since it's XChara's plan, and XChara is the human, Dust wouldn't even question it.

In a way, they share SOULs once, even if indirectly. Murder/Dust knows probably a lot about Cross. But Cross didn't know who the hell this guy is. Either way, with that in mind. Murder probably didn't have a good first impression of Cross. Dust might empathize with him, since Cross also committed a genocide in order to 'make things better' which is also Dust's reasoning. Cross might learn about Murder's actions later— but cannot judge Murder/Dust for it.

They are very similar. Kindred souls in a way. They went through similar struggles but they turned out to be completely different people. Because Cross in his entire life is under control, while Murder acts on choice. Because Cross knows what he did is horrible and he'll carry that sin to the grave, while Murder justifies his actions.

Cross is too trusting (he doesn't trust easily now), too seeking for approval, he doesn't know what to do if no one orders him. Murder thinks he himself is enough, Murder thinks he is the hero, he doesn't need anyone else.

Cross thinks Murder is a bad person, an absolute jerk. Murder likes to toy with him, probably also uses Cross to his advantage. Murder can either try to hurt Cross, or will try to win his favour. But can Cross judge him? Not really, hell, I don't think Cross even noticed if Murder did manipulate him. Low-key toxic these two.

But then there's the private moments, the intimate moments where Dust shed the front that is Murder. Where Dust is sincere; he doesn't talk, but the way he gazes and acts towards Cross is honest. And although reluctant, maybe Cross desires to bring that side out of him more.

It's both difficult for them to trust. But eventually Dust will learn that Cross cannot lie— Dust will trust words again. Eventually Cross realizes that he's not the only one hurt, and he can find a home in others, he can choose to find a home.

Cross will find it frustrating how Dust shuts himself down. Dust would find it frustrating how hard Cross tries for him. But eventually, Dust would learn to no longer front himself up with Murder. Cross would need a signal from Dust that what he's doing is okay and perfect before they can advance further.

They'll care about one another.

Eventually, they'll trust each other.

In a relationship sense where they're both happy and recovered, though. I think both of them like cuddling. Dust still had a hard time with words, but he knows how much it means for Cross to have words of affirmations, so he would praise Cross a lot. Cross knows Dust is as restless as he is, so he makes sure they both have a full schedule with a lot of things to do.

All in all, they're comfortable with each other. And that's enough, really.

(i almost yapped for ten more paragraphs but I think this is enough for now sksksksk)

Dust Sans by Ask-Dusttale

Cross Sans, Underverse, & XTale by Jakei

Mentioned characters: Killer Sans (by Rahafwabas), Geno (by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen)

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM HITCHCOCK'S STRANGERS ON A TRAIN *  assorted dialogue from the 1950 film, adjust as necessary

oh, excuse me!

i beg your pardon, but aren't you [name]?

i certainly admire people who do things.

i suppose you think it's corny.

it must be pretty exciting to be so important.

people who do things are important. i never seem to do anything.

wish i could see you play.

there i go again. too friendly. i meet someone i like and open my yap too wide. i'm sorry.

that's all right. forget it.

you'll have to drink both of them.

when's the wedding?

what would anybody want to go there for?

do you know if there are any vacant seats in the dining car now?

sure, i went to college. three of them.

nobody thinks i'm anything special.

my father hates me.

i want to do everything. i've got a theory you're supposed to do everything before you die.

i'm not like you. you're lucky. you're smart.

i'm your friend, remember? i'd do anything for you.

let's not talk about it any more.

i may be old fashioned, but i thought murder was against the law.

my theory is that everybody is a potential murderer.

you can't go around killing people just because you think they're useless.

i'm afraid i haven't time to listen.

what's your hurry?

i got over being jealous a long time ago.

let's talk in there.

it's pretty late to start flirting.

do you know, i think you're hansomer than ever?

what are you trying to say? come out with it.

you always smile when your picture is being taken for the papers.

so it's really serious between you two?

keep your voice down.

i never want to see or hear of you again.

who would believe you?

i know how you must feel.

you're so restless lately.

you have that "look." i can always tell.

you can always make me laugh.

i do wish you'd take up painting. it's such a soothing pastime.

don't you stay out too late.

what are you doing here? at this time of night?

you don't seem very pleased to see me.

it was all over in no time.

we planned it on the train together, remember?

we'd both be arrested for murder.

you think you can get away with that?

you've got me acting like a criminal!

don't you call me that.

i've been a fan of yours for a long time. in fact, i follow everything you do.

just two more days left.

i've got to get some sleep.

when a murderer is caught, he must be tried. when he is convicted, he must be sentenced. when he is sentenced to death, he must be executed.

you seem very interested in the subject of murder.

i suppose i'll have to get a gun from somewhere.

what about a little poison?

let me show you what i mean.

you're a mad, crazy maniac and you ought to be locked up.

come on. pull yourself together.

have you got a car here?

what did i have to do with it?

i want you to tell me.

i'm sure this thing must be some practical joke.

i wish i understood what this is all about!

don't just stand there... do something!

the killer is here tonight.

i've never seen this man before in my life!

[marshmallowprotection]

Can you please write a one shot on vet yoosung having to deal with a patient like this guy

"Dr. Kim, you should be warned, the patient today was listed as a bite warning."

"I'm sure we can handle him. He might just be anxious at the vet. It's no problem! I'll take it at his pace so he doesn't feel crowded. I'd hate to feel cornered when I don't feel good and I can't communicate why that is, too! Is it the mastiff from last time? He wasn't as bad as they'd claimed, you know! He just needed some belly rubs before he turned to butter."

"Dr. Kim, I'm starting to wonder if you're afraid of any animal at all!"

Yoosung chuckled. "No, no. Of course not. I don't have anything to be afraid of! Animals can sense your anxiety, you know. That's one of the first things I learned before I even got far into my studies. If you're as calm as you can be, they'll feel better about trusting you. It isn't clear cut and perfect, but it does make a difference in my experience."

"You might be surprised with this guy."

"C'mon, how bad can he be?"

The nurse nodded and went to wet the patient from the waiting room. It wasn't long before she turned with a crate that was filled with the howling and growling of a dog. Yoosung noticed that the nurse was wary, trembling as she went to the unlock the crate and free the beast from his cage, but he offered her his hands.

She took that offer in an instant and took a step back so he could do it.

A fraction of a second later, a Chihuahua burst out of the crate and began to bark at him in incredulous speed. He didn’t seem happy to be at the vet, that was for sure, but the rate at which his body was shaking was bound to make anyone assume he was filled with rage the likes of which no human had ever seen. 

Yoosung knew what most people assumed when they saw a yapping Chihuahua. They expected to see a dog that wouldn't stop trembling or howling in disgust. Frankly, a quick Noogle search would tell them that the reason why their dog was responding the way it was because they were overstimulated, overwhelmed, or cold.

They weren't filled with anger nine times out of ten.

He knew these animals weren't filled with rage, and it was sad that most people were afraid of them for that reason. He had to imagine that it would be frustrating to be a small dog, constantly poked and prodded as if you were nothing more than a toy, and anyone would angry after being treated that away—even if you didn't want to be. 

The Chihuahua yipped at him but Yoosung was patient. He took a seat in front of the dog and kept his hands to himself, seeing how long it might take his patient to get the barks out of his system with the space to do what he needed to do. He knew that wouldn't be all the comfort the dog needed to feel better, but it was a start, and he wasn't the type to rush an appointment if it wasn't an emergency to start with!

"Hey there," his voice was gentle as the dog continued to shake and tremble. "We've got plenty of time to figure out what's wrong, little guy. I won't poke and prod you until you establish your comfort level. I don't like going to the doctor, either, but the least I can do is make the trip less cold."

The growls continued. 

This wasn't his first rodeo with an animal that wasn't comfortable. But, this was assuredly the first time he interacted with a tiny dog that clearly hadn't had its boundaries respected. He knew what that felt like... and it wasn't fun to have his buttons pressed until he felt cornered!

Undeterred, Yoosung continued, "I would give you treats to help you feel a little more comfortable, but for us to run the test today, you can't have anything to eat. But, I promise if you let me take care of the scan, I'll give you something fresh to eat. Your owner said we could do anything to make sure it was comfortable for you if we could and I bet a plate of chicken will do the trick, huh, little guy?"

Quietly, he offered his hand to the Chihuahua. Most people would have expected the dog to bite them on impact, but he didn't let any fear show on his face. "Don't worry, I won't grab you without asking first."

He was somebody who took care of animals for a living, and he knew that showing fear over a bite or a scratch wasn't worth it. He could take it, and he would rather take it if it meant they trusted him fully instead of feeling like nobody listened to them. It took a moment, but the dog sniffed his hands, and the growling suddenly subsided with it. 

A smile appeared on Yoosung face as he let the dog nuzzle its face against his hand. "There we go, that's much better, huh? Let's get you taken care of so you can go home and eat to your hearts content all night long, hm?"

"Dr. Kim... how did you do that...?"

"Simple! I let them decide that I'm trustworthy on their own before I go poking around. They're just like you or me, you know? That's what I told you before. Patience helps."

[dreamcast641]

Ocs as colors

oh man this is going to be long because, knowing myself, I'd explain stuff and yap about them Anyway Claire

Warm Green

''Hey there, how's the whole "finding your reason in life" thing going? Listen, I know that it seems like you need to have some reason to be here, whether it's a goal to strive towards, a purpose, a direction, a passion, a use, anything, but you don't. You don't have to give what happened to you a reason, and your reactions don't always have to make sense. You don't have to keep putting the blame on yourself, and you don't have to try and unravel yourself like a puzzle, either. I know that people often see you as someone who's calmer, someone who seems to have it together, who, even though you struggle, you're always able to make it through it. And you are, and you're able to, and I'm proud of you for that. But, you should be proud of yourself, too, not just of what others are proud of you for, and not just what things you've deemed "worthy" of that praise. You've come far. If freedom is what you want, then you should let yourself have it.'' I like how, when it comes to Claire, those quiz seems to be almost always accurate. Yeah she is the kind of person that wants to have a reason for what happened around her that, at times, effected others as well and not in a good way. She seems to often place the blame of others suffering and her own on herself and herself only, almost inflicting herself more pain mentally to do better next time to not let anyone else down, to learn from her past mistakes. Claire wants people to see what she does and wants them to be at least a bit proud of her and yes, freedom is something that she desire but it's yet almost unreacheable. -------------------------- Dmitry

Burgundy Red

''You're very passionate, maybe passionate in the way of people, maybe passionate in the way of a goal, of a love, of a desire- it doesn't matter that much. You're strong-minded, self-sufficient, and people admire you, perhaps for different reasons, depending on what parts of yourself are true or not. Are you done running from what you don't like? It's okay, to be afraid. Fear is normal, it's what makes someone human, what makes someone real, but that doesn't mean that you can avoid everything. Someday your grief of your old self will find you in the middle of a summer day and ask you if you've forgiven it yet, and you will have to find an answer.''

Nop, I'm not satisfied with that answer. Dmitry isn't a passionate man at all and what he does comes from him giving up from the moment the incident happened and when the heard the doctors saying that he wasn't worthy keep him alive and waste the foundation money on machineries. He's impulsive in his decisions, due to a slow spiral that would lead him in his demise. ------------------------------- Evelynn

Sunflower Yellow

''Hello :] I have a feeling that you might enjoy using little faces like that, so I will, too! You've likely had a bit of a rough life, even if you don't share that with others too often, or if you do, it's so other people know they're not alone. That's admirable, but it's also good to talk about the things that trouble you for your own sake, as well. I know that you're strong, and you should be proud of yourself for how far you've come, but don't forget that it's also okay to step back for a bit, that it's okay if you're not put together. Regardless, you're someone that people tend to find comfort in, and you're a good, cheerful person to be around. It's a bit hard to come across someone like you nowadays- be proud of yourself, and if anyone tries to tell you that you're wrong for enjoying the small joys in life, just be happy that it's obvious you're truly living life.'' Evelynn is the kind of person that, no matter how much life throws at her, she'll always find a reason to be kind to others and maybe that's why she is considered an excellent doctor. She is trying her best to repair whatever past mistakes she did, the hurt she inflicted her children by leaving them behind is something that she can't shake the guilt off and knowing that she never will have the chance to make things right is eating her alive. But knowing that people in that GOC site, that went through a lot due to their past leadership, relies on her and sees her as a good influence, someone to always look for when they need reassurance, it's giving her hope for a better future ----------------------

Lilja

Afternoon Blue

''You can be both gentle, and relentless. Soothing, and unforgiving, whether that's towards yourself, or others. You're someone who is considered a natural born leader, and you tend to take that title in pride, although there are times when you wish that you wouldn't have to always be the one who makes the decisions. The pressure that you've lived with so far has settled heavily onto your shoulders, and even though you've learned to live with it, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to share that burden with someone else, for once. People have always placed their expectations on you, and you always rise to the task- regardless of whether you think you can really do it, or not. Its led to you having some unfair expectations of others- after all, who are they to be so far behind? Who are they to sit and rest, when you must do all this work? You have to learn to let others take some of that burden from you, you have to learn to rest. The only thing truly stopping yourself from resting now, is you.'' Honestly I have no idea because she is a fresh new character and her traits are not well defined yet like are for the others that some I have for almost a decade now. But yeah I can see her being a person with a lot of expectations on her shoulders with a lot of work to do to be someone and at least her hard work was worth something, even something revolutionary even.

[mbruben-stein]

Hello there! I'd like to request a Tokyo rev and Mha matchup please ♡ I don't mind any gender but I do have a male lean

Appearance:

I am 157cm (around like 5'2ft) in height. I have a square body type with decently thick thighs (I'm proud of it cause I worked for that). I have mid-length black wavy hair! I'm pretty pale (I don't blush easily though). I have brown scars on my legs cause I was a clumsy kid. People say I look younger than my actual age. I'm considered more cute or pretty than sexy or attractive. I wear glasses cause I have trouble seeing things far away (I can see just fine without it). Oh and my eyes disappear slightly when I smile (I also have dimples).

In terms of what I wear, cause of the nature of my job, I wear like business casual most of the time! So slacks, long sleeve blouse. But sometimes I like to spice things up by adding a corset. But I also adore wearing casual stuff like jeans.

Personality:

I am an ENTP-T, 7w9, and chaotic good!

I like to consider myself as a patient and kind person. I try to be as nice and as polite as possible. I don't get angry easily but I do get annoyed by people a lot. I'm usually quiet when I'm around people I don't know. People say I have like this mature aura? I don't really know what they mean. I'm just a listener cause I'm not comfy enough to yap. I speak eloquently especially when Im around older people. It's a habit I developed when I started going for debate competitions. But despite being quiet, I am confident and I'm not afraid to be myself (When my family isn't around).

But once I get comfortable? Chaos arises fr. I am a yapper. And I struggle to control it sometimes cause I rarely met people I can yap to. I'm considered the mother friend. I have snacks in my bag, medicine, and etc. But i also tend to dote on the people I care about. I also work with children so that personality bleeds into my normal life too XD I try to gentle parent people who annoy me. Im also considered a therapist friend. Feeling like Im helping someone makes me happy. I'm also kinda sensitive? I'm not a cry baby persay but I do cry when I'm reading smth sad or when i see someone else cry. I also get distracted a lot!

I am also a massive flirt!!! I love smooth talking people. I'm a very open minded person too! I enjoy talking about different perspectives and all that.

Likes and Dislikes:

I love psychology and anything somewhat complex. Spontaneous is smth I live by. I don't enjoy repetitive work. I also love nature and animals. I'm a big nerd XD I love anything science except chem and physics. I loveeee hearing ither people yap about what they are passionate about. Its brings me so much joy hearing/seejng someone so happy even if the topic is dark. I hate people with closed mentality or like people who stick to stereotypes. It's such an ick for me.

Hobbies:

Other than writing, I sing! I used to perform for church so I'd say Im at least decent. I also dance (I'm not good though). I just enjoy feeling the music basically XD I also love solving puzzles! It's so fun even if I am bad at it sometimes. I also love to read from fiction to nonfiction! It doesn't matter.

In a relationship:

In a relationship, I tend to be overly excited, almost like a little kid. I enjoy someone who will either match my energy or adore it. I'm also very caring! I enjoy taking care of my lover ♡ maybe it's the older sister in me but I really can't help it. My love language is physical touch, words of affirmation (receiving and giving). I'm a very touchy person. I would say I am clingy but I can dial that back no problem. I'm pretty open with who to love. Heck I'm not against having more than one partner (consensually and clear communication! None of that open relationship).

Thank you!

I ship you with Takashi Mitsuya.

Your first meeting with Mitsuya happens completely by chance. You're rushing to an appointment when you collide with him on a street corner, sending your bag and its contents scattering across the sidewalk. As you both kneel to gather your things, you notice his skilled hands carefully folding a small paper pattern that fell from your notebook. "You sew?" he asks, noticing your sketches. The surprise in his lavender eyes when you mention your hobby of designing clothes sparks an immediate connection. Before parting ways, he invites you to his workshop—a small room above a quiet neighborhood shop where he creates his designs.

Soon, afternoons spent in his workshop become your favorite escape. You bring snacks for his sisters when they visit, and they adore you immediately, especially when you help them with homework while Mitsuya works. You love watching him sew—the concentration in his eyes, the gentleness of his hands that can both create delicate stitches and hold their own in a fight. He appreciates how you sit quietly beside him, sometimes reading, sometimes sketching, but always providing a calming presence. When you excitedly talk about your interests or the children you work with, he listens with genuine attention, his usual serious expression softening into a smile that makes your heart skip.

Though Mitsuya rarely discusses his involvement with Tokyo Manji Gang, you gradually learn about that part of his life through careful observation. The first time you tend to his bruised knuckles after a fight, gently wrapping them while scolding him with concern rather than judgment, something shifts between you. He begins to open up, sharing parts of himself he keeps hidden from others. Your acceptance of all sides of him—the nurturing caretaker of his sisters, the talented designer, and the fierce protector of his friends—makes him feel understood in ways he hasn't experienced before.

What surprises Mitsuya most is how comfortable he becomes with your physical affection. You're naturally tactile—fixing his collar, brushing hair from his face, or leaning against him while reading—and though he was initially startled by such casual touches, he now finds himself seeking them out. The first time he initiates contact, hesitantly taking your hand while walking you home, your delighted smile makes his ears turn pink. When you're having one of your animated conversations, hands gesturing wildly as you explain a new concept, he watches with fascination, sometimes catching your hands mid-gesture just to feel your energy up close.

Your relationship becomes a sanctuary for both of you. Mitsuya, who has always shouldered responsibilities beyond his years, finds in you someone who appreciates his protective nature but also reminds him to seek joy. You bring spontaneity and warmth to his disciplined life, while he provides a steady presence that grounds your sometimes scattered thoughts. When the weight of his gang duties becomes heavy, he returns to find you waiting with understanding eyes and open arms. Together, you create a space where neither of you needs to be anything but yourselves—his strength complementing your kindness, your enthusiasm balancing his caution, building something beautiful one stitch at a time.

I ship you with Eijiro Kirishima.

Meeting Kirishima was like finding a bright red exclamation point in the middle of your routine. His energy was infectious from the start—that spiky crimson hair and sharp-toothed grin impossible to ignore. While you initially observed him from a distance with your quiet analytical nature, his genuine enthusiasm for everything eventually broke through your reserved exterior. You couldn't help but smile whenever he'd passionately describe something as "super manly!" with his fist pumped in the air. Despite your more measured approach to social situations, there was something refreshingly honest about his straightforward perspective that made you feel instantly comfortable.

Your dynamic quickly became one of balanced contrasts. Where Kirishima charges headfirst into situations with unwavering courage, you bring thoughtful strategy and multiple perspectives. He admires your quick wit and ability to verbally navigate complex situations—skills he considers incredibly "manly" despite not fitting his usual definition. Meanwhile, you find yourself drawn to his unflinching loyalty and determination. The way he looks at you when you get passionate about psychology or science melts your heart—his eyes wide with genuine interest even when he doesn't fully understand the concepts. "Keep going!" he'll encourage when you pause, worried you're talking too much. "I love when you get all fired up about stuff you care about!"

Physical affection comes naturally between you. Kirishima is tactile by nature—strong arms always ready with encouraging shoulder squeezes or spontaneous hugs that lift you off your feet. Your love for physical touch matches perfectly with his unabashed affection. He blushes adorably when you trace the small scar above his right eye or run your fingers through his gel-hardened hair, amazed that someone so "cute and smart" would be interested in him. Your spontaneous nature delights him, especially when you suggest impromptu adventures or surprise him with thoughtful gestures that show you've been listening to his passionate rambling about heroes and training.

The nurturing side of your personality fits perfectly with Kirishima's occasional need for reassurance. Despite his outward confidence, he still harbors insecurities about his quirk and abilities. Your natural inclination to support and care for others gives him the emotional foundation to push himself harder. "You don't have to be flashy to be incredible," you remind him during moments of self-doubt, your hands holding his face as you speak with conviction that leaves no room for argument. In return, he helps you embrace your chaotic energy, encouraging you to express yourself freely without fear of judgment. "Being true to yourself is the manliest thing there is!" he insists, making you laugh while appreciating the genuine wisdom in his simplicity.

What makes your relationship work isn't just the balance you bring each other, but the shared values underneath your different exteriors. You both prioritize honesty, kindness, and protecting others. You champion each other's growth rather than competing, celebrating victories together with the same enthusiasm. When you're curled against his chest, listening to him excitedly recount his day or talk about future hero plans, you feel completely seen and accepted. And when you get lost in one of your analytical tangents or passionate explanations, the pride in his eyes makes you feel invincible. Together, you're teaching each other that strength comes in many forms—from his hardened fists to your quick mind—and that the most powerful thing of all might just be having someone who believes in you completely.

[coyotechicken]

Animal that I've become...

I don't know if I fully understand what it means to be therian/otherkin/alterhuman/etc., but it's definitely something that's been a part of me my whole life.

I've been intrigued ever since I discovered otherkin cringe compilations on YouTube, and as much as half of me was, "heehee hoohoo cringey", I was also "this is so cool". I was 12 or 13 around the time I learned about it, and the friends I had liked to make fun, so I put myself in that box and made fun as well. I had 1 or 2 friends I could have probably talked to about it, but I was pretty locked in the mindset of judgement, so I didn't want to actually talk seriously about it with anyone.

Since then, it's always been in the back of my mind.

Growing up, the feeling of difference was apparent to me. I'd considered having adhd or autism. I haven't been tested and I don't think I ever will be; and I'm content with that.

I daydreamed a lot. A LOT. I dreamed about creatures, freedom from humanity, flight, anything that I couldn't have. So badly I wanted to just transform into an animal and run away into the woods. To grow a pair of feathered wings from my back and fly far above the clouds. I watched countless videos on YouTube about spells and tutorials on how to transform into a wolf/dog, how to shapeshift, and how to grow wings. Honestly, that was probably an earlier introduction to otherkin. I had to be like... 9? 10? Before that, I knew I wanted to be an animal. And that was certainly always.

I had my moments as a kid/teen, walking on fours, growling, listening in on noises and feeling my "ears" flicking and moving towards the sounds, a "tail" wagging behind me, laying with the dog like I was one, digging with my "paws" but being sad I didn't have the claws to really DIG. A multitude of things that I think of being normal kid things, but do all kids feel that way? Even so, do they still? I've pushed a lot of those thoughts and feelings aside, and I stopped acting like an animal when it would be obvious to people. I am very shy and embarrassed when it comes to this. I still have these feelings, but I'm just afraid to be open with them. The most I do is snarl when I'm touched sometimes. I also like to mimic the noises of creatures I come across; dogs, cats, birds, bugs, whatever, I like to respond and think they understand me in some weird way. I've also figured out hyena whoops, and am so happy inside when I do them. These things definitely get me thinking...

A couple years ago I started getting into psychedelics, and trying shrooms definitely opened a door for me. It was as if a barrier in my mind had fallen, and I could finally be myself: a creature. A creature that was so undoubtedly me, it was alive, rattling in my bones and biting at my flesh. A creature that slinks about in the shadows, piercing eyes glowing through the darkness. A creature that rolls around in the dirt and grass, covering itself in a layer of Earth. A creature that huffs, snarls, purrs, barks, caws, bleats, whoops, screeches, and howls. A creature that I am. I've only done them around someone else though, so in reality I'm only pawing at the floor and pouncing at one spot and making my noises. Not too out of the ordinary for a shroom trip I suppose. How silly.

I think I've yapped about this long enough. I made this account with the intention of freedom of expression, and this is included in that. I hope to explore this part of myself more and learn to be more open with it. Yippee

[mrhaitch]

Greetings, Mr. Haitch.

I have some sort of situation at work and I think you will understand me. I am sorry in advance if this ask becomes too long for you to read.

I am a year 3 English teacher in a British school. I have studied English Language and Literature at uni along with having a teaching diploma. This is my first year teaching, but I have been a co-teacher for 5 years in two previous schools.

The thing is, the school I am in right now treats the language like maths or science, as in if the student didn't learn a specific skill, they won't lose the mark.

For example, the students learned how to use different speech verbs other than "said" and "replied" to be more creative in their writing through different situations and stories in their learning book. I was also specific with them because every situation or story has its own context, and they aren't the same, right?

Today, while correcting their term exam, they had a reading comprehension along with questions to answer. One of the questions is giving them a quote and they need to change the speech verb. Here it is: "Poor Apricot," said Adam, "I am really sorry for making you stuck in the closet."

The context of the reading is that the boy's cat was stuck in his closet but he didn't know and he got afraid of said "creature", so he brought his brother to help him out and in the end they get it out.

So, according to the context and how Adam is talking, instead of "said", the student can replace it with: cried, whispered, mumbled, anything that is soft and has relief in it. But god forbid, the students haven't learned what a context is, so any speech verb, including shouted, yelled and screamed, can be considered correct.

This isn't the first incident with my colleagues and I know they are just used to how they correct, but this time it doesn't make sense at all for me. I just can't divide language skills upon the years. Yes, of course, there are some skills or language difficulties that should be acquired from certain ages, but a year 3 student doesn't know by any means what a context is? Then how can they identify the emotions of the characters, how they act feeling these emotions, how the characters act upon these emotions or the situation they are in? Aren't all these things called "context"?

I apologise again for "yapping for too long," like one of my students sometimes tells me 😂😂. I hope you get what I mean because they are really confusing me. It isn't about the grade itself, but how they see it as just a subject, not a proper language. Thank you for your time.

It's a tricky one: we're still working through the cohorts of students affected by COVID so there's an uneven distribution in terms of fundamental knowledge and understanding. I'm certainly still seeing it with my students.

I think you're right to be confused and perhaps even a bit frustrated. Sadly much of the UKs education system is viewed as a box ticking exercise, a reversion to that old fashioned learn-by-rote, "give me the answer but who cares if you understand it" style.

The appropriate response, I feel, would've been to slow down and back track. If gaps in your students' understanding are starting to appear, those gaps have to be filled in order for them to progress. I'd double check the syllabus and lesson plans, get a sense (if you're new to the school) when they typically focus on things like context and make adjustments to your delivery accordingly.

It could also be an idea to find ways to connect each subsequent topic to the missing skill - create discussions around appropriate use of language, asking them if the language used in a given text or situation seems appropriate. If you can't lay the foundation, it might be possible to reverse-engineer one.

Hope that helps. Unfortunately it sounds like a symptom of the wider course structure and insufficiencies in earlier delivery.

[lobrac]

I think I'm in love and I honestly hate it

So, this is a bit out of pocket and I've been on a Tumblr hiatus for who knows how long, but I feel like I need to share this with you all.

As the title suggests, I fear that I'm in love, and madly so. But I despise those feelings for a plethora of reasons that I will explain within this post.

1st reason: Fear of loss

So, the fear of loss, a fear most people have or will experience within their lifespan. The fear of losing a relationship, beit platonic, romantic, familial or other. In this case it is the fear of losing a friendship, and one that's near and dear to my heart at that.

I've come to value this friendship so much, that if they asked me to do whatever, I'd do it without hesitation. They're my second closest friend, and that's a big deal to me. I'm terrible at initiating any form of contact, let alone making friends, and so losing this friend would be catastrophic to me.

I honestly can't imagine a life where we're strangers to one another anymore, and I'd struggle to handle such a shift in my environment, especially when on top of that I'd have my heart shattered and crushed by the heartbreak that comes naturally with rejection.

2nd reason: The iron shackles of infatuation

Over the course of the last month or so, I've been unable to stop thinking of them. They bless my dreams and haunt my mind's thoughts.

I will not deny that sometimes these thoughts and dreams are very much pleasant, but it almost feels imprisoning in a way. On one hand I love them, seeing them, dreaming of them and thinking of them, but on the other it makes me even more afraid of the undesirable outcome.

3rd and last reason: The hedgehog dilemma

Overall I really want to pursue this opportunity, and I have a feeling they might reciprocate my feelings, but just like a hedgehog, I fear getting too close and hurting us both.

Conclusion:

So while I really really want this relationship to work, the hazards are just too much for me to risk and handle. As a result I will keep my feelings hidden to the best of my abilities, unless they decide to reach out first, as much as I'd prefer otherwise.

Thanks for listening to my neverending yapping and venting, I really appreciate you all!

[malone-fanart]

How do you style different art styles, what's your way of learning and refining a style?

omg you found me on Tumblr too lol hello!!

and to be completely honest, I'm not really sure. I think the easiest way is to find other artists and being inspired by them. a thing I like to do is "analyse" other artists' styles. understand their proportions (how big is the head compared to the body, etc), how do they draw their lines, is it messy or refined? how do they colour? what seems to be their art process? if you're lucky they've even posted a speed paint or smth that you can refer to for understanding their process and way of thinking (this helps a lot actually, at least for me). learning from artists you really admire is a great way of improving your art, as long as you don't literally just steal their whole schtick ofc, add your own touch to it 👍

(more yapping under the divider)

ultimately I'd also say it comes down to being able to be more loose and forgiving with your art/lineart n stuff. once you get to the stage were you can quickly sketch out something, without digging into details on a sketch no one will ever even see, you'll be more able to branch out and experiment. personally it was a lot easier to try out different things once I allowed myself to make more sketchy/messy lineart.

tho a lot of it is just me bullshitting my way through it lmao. getting a new hyperfixation can especially change my style 💀🙏

and don't be afraid to have multiple different styles at once btw!! I myself have struggled with the feeling of "I need to be consistent!! how else am I supposed to learn or get a following for my art!" but yea just have fun really. if you wanna switch brushes from time to time, go for it! if you wanna try drawing humanoids or furries or whatever for a while, go for it!!!! as long as you're not giving yourself art block then you're good 👍👍👍

aight damn sorry for the ramble lol, never done a response to a tumblr ask or whatever they're called before 💀🙏 I hope this was able to help in any way idk, ty for enjoying my art 🛐

[nekohikognito]

[ 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢 ] ;;

This was so fun to make (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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Heya! My name's Koi and… oh, well, I'm just a living rotting artist! I'd be happy to be moots with you! >o<

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀: I'm a multifandom but I'm currently brainrotting about TF2! I'm flexible and once you yap to me about your interests, expect me to absorb that like a heckin' sponge!

𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝘀: Visit my Carrd [nekohikognito.carrd.co] but I'm mostly active on Facebook, Tumblr, and Tiktok!

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【ＫＯＩ　ＣＡＮＯＮＳ】;

easily attached but would eventually ease down overtime [platonically and romantically, debating if it is alterous attraction or not]

would actually learn stuff and join you in brainrotting

too afraid to interact but would do things to grab your attention

easily drained but would still listen to you

would actually tolerate you until i reach my limit

has a weird hyperfixation on religion in general

PROBABLY the most annoying person you'd ever meet once you got close to 'em

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𝗗𝗼'𝘀 ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ ):

You can mention me in timely memes or posts as a suggestion for future art (You will be mentioned)

You can commission me (Will do a post about commissions soon)

Roleplay OC to OC with me (as long as it's SFW; NSFW will only be allowed to close friends/moots)

Mention me in posts/accounts that stole my artworks

𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁( ˶°ㅁ°) !!:

Don't interact with me if you're a minor

Don't interact with me if you're a kiddy diddler, proshipper, MAP, or an RCTA!

Don't send me gore

Force yourself on me whether if it's platonically, in a collab, or posting new content.

Don't repost my content without proper credits or erase my watermark.

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I'm an easily stimulated person so please don't take my ghostings online personally if you plan on being my friend; I have a ton of plans and ideas so bombarding me would only add pressure on me instead of adding it to that imaginary list--I would personally like to enjoy my online presence here, thank you very much! (＞ᨓ＜)

[faiell]

12, 15, 16, if u would like to share! — geets

12. A concept you'd like to develop next year

art - i'd like to draw more explicit art, the smuttier the better. too long have i been afraid of penis. also more things like this where i have a larger story in mind and write a lil companion teaser blurb thing.

writing - lol wait one of the things i want to write is also smut. hmm! it will be fun, i hope. ok 2025, the year of emptying the stinky gutters of my brain.

15. An area of your art you feel you improved upon

answered this q in relation to drawing here.

i'll talk a bit about writing. i only just started! so i feel like i'm constantly improving, and that's been a lot of fun. it's a lot of learning how i work. a thing i noticed is that i love to edit more than i love to write, so I've been having a great time lately just putting down a bunch of crap initially (like 1st grade reading lvl sentences) and then "editing" it, and writing most things that way.

16. Something interesting you researched as part of the process

i did a ton of research for my tarot fest illustration! it was a lot of fun. i'm not into tarot but i love drawing fake cards because... idk, symbolism is just fun. lemme yap about it for a bit.

harry's pose is the same as the figure in the original The World tarot illust - body moving towards the future but face looking at the past. originally, this is supposed to show balance between past/future, but i gave him a conflicted expression to show that he's caught between the two, unsure how to move forward because he can't stop looking at the past. though the meaning of the card is achievement and sense of belonging, i drew him looking exactly the opposite to show that while he's achieved things, he doesn't have the wholesomeness of mind that's supposed to go with it.

draco is upside-down. the reversed meaning of the card is lack of closure/achievement. i drew draco with his eyes closed in quiet meditation, shoulders slumped but still moving forwards. his wand is out but not brandished. he's the opposite of harry, looking for inward peace in spite of his outward failings.

and then i made their hands almost-touching gay because the og card is supposed to convey balance, and i think these two would balance well with each other.

thanks for your questions! if anyone else is interested in playing, the ask game is here.

[vacate-et-scire]

Hii!! I saw your match up event and it sounds so fun and I wanted to try!!

As for my personality, I'll start with I'm an INTP! I'd say I'm very competitive and outgoing, not afraid to participate in big social interactions and events but also introverted amongst people I haven't gotten to know that much. My close friends tell me I'm an absolute menace and freak tho 😢. I can guarantee I'm very very hard working and intelligent! I'm the type to randomly blurt out scientific facts with my friends to the point they would tell me to shut up. Shy? Not at all, I'm not afraid to talk for people to strangers. But... I would say I harbor some kind of narcissism, it's like I think I'm the best at what I do and am better than everyone and that they should be relieved to have me 🐱.

My interests are a lot, I can't Yap to anyone abt them so sad to that :c. I really really like literature, I find reading, writing, and analyzing works very pleasurable (being a writer is one of the paths I consider in life when I was younger),that said I like drawing too. Another is science! I spend my time watching educational videos of all sorts of things from biology, physics, anything!!

Did I mention I like anime, a ton. My favs are Bsd, Dr. Stone, the promised Neverland, MTP, and many more! 1!

My favorite music artist is MITSKI! But actually my music taste is all over the place. MSI, mother mother, a few Musicals, Yaelokre.

I saw someone mention their sense of style so why not? I love to dress up, it's so fun. My favorite styles are Lolita, grunge, and ciels style from black butler (I forgot what it's called 💔)

I would be very affectionate with my partner and shower them with affection like no joke, I'd be acting like Ness honestly, so I prefer them to give words of affirmation back but if they're distant that's fine, I'd shower them with even more affection (unless they say ko ofc) I am ultimately a yapper so I expect them to listen to my yappings about random things

I don't think there's anything else to say! Thank you lots for even reading this, no rush to it!

Your Blue Lock Matchup: Yoichi Isagi

Let me break it down. Isagi is the kind of guy who’d love having a partner as enthusiastic and curious as you. He’s hardworking and competitive, just like you, so the two of you would constantly hype each other up. Whether it’s seeing who can finish a book first or challenging each other in Mario Kart, your relationship would be full of playful competition that keeps things fun and exciting.

Isagi is the kind of person who would thrive off your energy. You’d talk his ear off about science, anime, or Mitski’s discography, and he’d be right there, nodding along and asking questions because he genuinely enjoys seeing you light up about the things you love. (Would he understand it all? Probably not, but he’d try because it’s you.) You’re a talker, and Isagi’s a listener—it’s the perfect balance. He’d even hit you with affirmations like, “You’re so smart,” or “I can’t believe I get to date someone like you,” just to see you beam.

Your love of fashion? Isagi would be obsessed. He might not fully grasp the intricacies of Lolita or grunge styles, but he’d love watching you get dressed up and would be your biggest cheerleader. “You look amazing,” he’d say, probably while taking a million pictures of you because he’s so proud to show you off. (Low-key, he’d even offer to let you dress him up for fun. )

When it comes to affection, this man is all in. Isagi might seem shy about PDA at first, but once he’s comfortable? He’d match your energy in a heartbeat. You’d smother him with hugs, and he’d pull you right back in. You’d go on long walks, holding hands while you ramble about the latest anime you’re watching or a cool fact you learned about quantum physics, and he’d hang on every word.

Isagi’s warmth and supportive nature would be the perfect complement to your outgoing and passionate personality. He’d cherish your intelligence, admire your drive, and love the way you pour your heart into everything you do. And honestly? He’d think your “absolute menace” streak is hilarious—he’d even egg you on when you’re being just a little too chaotic because, deep down, he loves every second of it.

In short, Isagi would be the soft, understanding, and supportive partner you deserve, and you’d be the vibrant, passionate light of his life. Together? Absolute power couple.