#if you disagree with any of these decisions. No you don't and also you're wrong.

[lakesbian]

now that Letter Hour on lakesbian dot tumblr dot com has concluded it’s time 2 present my own alec song choices. gotta show my own ass on song choices if i’m gonna issue decrees abt the validity of other ppls choices

how to be a heartbreaker - marina & the diamonds

i don’t give a shit. i love being on the nose. his entire Deal And Problem is being groomed to be like his dad, heartbreaker. being taught. How To Be A Heartbreaker, Even! i think i’m funny. you can’t tell me that the lyrics to this aren’t objectively accurate to how the heartbroken operated re kidnapping people. also, m&td sounds how alec’s gay little cape costume looks.

alligator blood - nicole dollanganger

I'm a sucker for the love of the flesh All things rancid and delicate But the smell in the summer heat It still gets to me Knee-deep in the poacher's dream He dragged that thing out back and he Hung it upside down, slit its belly open And let it bleed out And he held my head and made me watch He filled my mouth up with its blood and said "Grow up weak or grow up tough"

enough said. bonus points for the mention of the summer heat + the shitty childhood memory alec recalls in his interlude specifically involving not speaking for an entire hot summer (and fall...and winter...) + the emotional abuse being described as the emotional equivalent to staring into the sun for too long. grow up weak or grow up tough!!

cigarettes & chocolate milk - rufus wainwright

this whole thing fits pretty damn well--verses 1 thru 3 with the ‘and then there’s those other things. which for several reasons we won’t mention.’ is such A Sentence you can say about alec--but the real highlight is

Playing with prodigal sons Takes a lot of sentimental Valiums Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy While running on empty, you little old doll with a frown

easily one of the Most Regent Sentences Ever. can’t expect the world to be your doll/playtoy while you’re running on empty, you little old doll with a frown ♥ 

i cut myself - talkshow boy

this one is a bit more of an abstracted choice. it’s very Alec how it self-reports shitty mental health in a very casual, almost bored way--jumping between describing Problems w/ chaotic background sound and then going back to a very monotone closing word that makes the entire thing sound alarmingly blasé. 

there Is an entire animatic for this in my head, and my life would be great if i knew how to animate in mspaint. just go listen to it and rotate alec in your brain, if you don’t catch the vibe you’re doing it wrong.

note that interpreting “i touch myself,” “and everywhere i look i always find myself aside myself,” “i think i’m all together but i tear myself apart,” and “you fuck yourself way too hard,” in the most literal, body-snatching power-having way possible, is crucial for properly understanding the Vision.

(talkshow boy cover of hurt is on the playlist for similar reasons)

[hotheadedhero]

Why They Fall/Favourite Feature

2012 Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

You respect his decisions without being aggressively defiant to his orders. That isn't to say you're a pushover, however. In fact, you still openly challenge his word when there's something you disagree with. It's just the way you speak out of such gentle consideration when you calmly explain that you see the point of a plan but you think it would work better a different way. You have also never once berated him when he has gotten something wrong and instead talk him out of his funk delicately.

In turn, he loves how sweet your voice is, drawn in by the way your lips move thoughtfully with your words.

Raphael

Fighting. He's attracted to strength but not just physical strength - it's the true grit you showcase in the face of danger, the passion you're unafraid to expel when he and his family are amidst peril. Even just witnessing you stand up for what you believe in is a sight to behold and he relishes in the opportunity to be at your side when it happens. You do the same when he goes full-gear into something as well and that means a lot to him.

He loves your eyes. He gets so elated when you're in the zone and how they flare with this badass flame settling in them.

Donatello

Your thirst for knowledge. You've always been inquisitive and fascinated by "what's" and "why's" and he's always happy to answer any query. It's a breath of fresh air knowing he doesn't have to rush past the techno-babble around you. Even if half of it isn't cohesive, you'll ask the appropriate questions to expand your understanding. He gets this rush from knowing that you learn so much from him.

With this in mind, he loves how your fingers fidget over themselves whilst you put all the pieces of information together in your head. Quite frankly, it's adorable.

Michelangelo

You listen to him where he feels his brothers don't. It doesn't matter what's coming out of his mouth, he has your undivided attention. In fact, you always appear ecstatic spending time with him like such and that's the kind of appraisal this sweet guy needs and deserves. He doesn't even have to seek you out. As soon as you enter the lair, he's the first person you go in search of and that makes his heart go all kinds of thump.

He loves the way your body reacts when you eat something you really enjoy. The little tap your feet make and how your nose scrunches up with your cheeks are levels of cuteness that could put ice cream kitty to shame.

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

goyim who say that "antizionism is not antisemitic", or believes all jews have to be vehemently antizionist, are absolutely antisemitic. I'm talking about the original, true definition of zionism (the jewish right to self determination) and not political/revisionist zionism used by the israeli government. i hate what the israeli government has turned zionism into and even though revisionist zionism is technically a real form of zionism i think it makes a joke out of the other branches bc it throws a lot of core ideals out of the window. zionism is about building a safe place for jews in eretz israel, not trying to conquer as much shit as possible.

if a goy thinks jews have to antizionist then that alienates a huge part of the community. most jews i know are zionists to varying degrees. we believe we have a right to our ancestral homeland, and that we are allowed to connect to the history we have in israel regardless of where we live. I may be wrong about most jews being zionists! I'm sephardic and i interact mostly with other sephardim and some mizrahim. However, most jews are ashkenazim and im not close enough with any of them to know their opinions on zionism or im not aware that they are ashkenazi.

goyim cannot be against a sizable chunk of the jewish population without being antisemitic. it sounds ridiculous to say "i support this group but only if they disagree with that core belief that many of them have!" in order to talk about jewish people from an outside perspective then goys need to learn what defines us.

there's also two main options when a goy believes jews must be antizionist. they either know the true definition of zionism or they have no fucking clue what it actually is (yet still think they do). in the first case, theyre clearly against an important belief of jewish ppl, which as I said before, is antisemitic. in the second one, they are speaking for the jewish community without learning our history, which is also antisemitic. you cannot make decisions for a community you are not part of ESPECIALLY if you dont know shit about them.

it is very, very important that goyim learn about the jews before saying shit about us. expecting us to be against our right to self determination is complete fuckery. believing that we all have to agree on a complex topic is laughable. debate and arguments are a crucial part of our lives, and goyim should not attempt to take that away from us. we can't fuckin agree on what to flavor our rice with sometimes, much less an issue as complex as zionism. even though a lot of jews are zionists we still have our own unique opinions that may differ greatly from other zionists. we also recognize that antizionist jews are valid and they tend to feel the same about us.

zionism is simply our right to self determination and our right to be connected to israel, whether its an emotional connection or we actually live there. i also firmly believe in everyone's right to self determination, including palestine. i don't think that jews are the only ones who deserve that right. all groups that have been displaced or are currently being displaced are allowed to connect to their homeland however they wish. it doesn't matter if the displacement was yesterday or a thousand years ago.

if you're jewish id love to hear your opinion on this. if you're a goy, please sit back and listen. it is not your place to decide how jews should interpret our own history.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Dubior

Debut: Kirby's Return to Dream Land

Kirby's Return to Dream Land is very realistic, because it accurately depicts the phenomenon that, when you go to space, you will encounter funny robots flying about! What is their purpose? We don't know! There is, however, a sort of controversy or misunderstanding revolving Dubior.

You see, Dubior grants the Spark ability. Because it is a robot that runs on electricity, and uses all sorts of electric attacks! However, many people do not like this, and think it should instead give the UFO ability.

Perhaps I am in the minority here, but I disagree! Dubior may be a flying machine in space, but at least to me, it does not seem all that much like a UFO! It is just a funny robot. The UFOs in this series have all had a very distinct design trend, which Dubior does not follow. Besides...

What is a UFO? An Unidentified Flying Object. Dubior is not unidentified. It's Dubior! It says it right there on its health bar! Objectively, Dubior is not a UFO. It is just a FO. And nobody says FO.

What Dubior HAS always reminded me of is those little handheld vibrating massagers! You know, the ones with a central round part and three or four orbs that vibrate and you rub it on your back? It is a fun thing to be reminded of!

Anyway, Dubior is a mid-boss, and a very special one! As Kirby and friends journey across Popstar, they will encounter various mid-bosses as usual, culminating in a classic Mid-Boss Tower Level in which they are fought one after another, each fight taking place higher in the tower.

This tower is so high that it pierces the atmosphere, and Dubior is fought last, on nearly the top floor! It is no coincidence that the most alien of foes is only on the closest point of this planet to outer space. This foreshadows that it will reappear, and more often, on the distant planet Halcandra! This seems to be where it was created, but for what reason? We don't know!

What we do know is that in Planet Robobot, the Haltmann Works Company uses Dubiors as part of their invasion! I assume they reprogrammed or recreated ones they found on Halcandra, since we know they have been there. It is the only of their returning mid-boss arsenal to not be mechanized, which is amusing. How are you going to mechanize a robot? You're not!

Geez. I can't believe I've said so much about Dubior and I have not even gotten to its wonderful antenna thing! It's clear by now I find Dubior delightful, but to me, the antenna is its best feature. When it first appears and sees Kirby, the three weird floating rectangles seem to freak out, growing and flashing red and white, as if it would be saying INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT.

Dubior is also a parent! Happy birthday to Dubior Jr.! I love love looove when things are named like that. This is a machine! You would think it would be named something like Dubior Lite or Dubior Micro, but no! This was Born, and Named, after its proud robot parent. As were its many siblings, because many Dubior Jr.s can be spawned! Mollusc Fans may notice that Dubior Jr. looks quite like a nautilus, with a body like a curved shell, and a brim above its eyes like the leathery "hood" of a nautilus! It is a strange decision, since Dubior's design does not appear to draw from any real creature, but of course I am very happy about it. I'm Mollusc Fans!

Finally, we have Dubior EX, who I do not have much to say about, but am including because it would be wrong not to. This one is pink, and with only one eye, positioned to appear slightly menacing as opposed to regular Dubior's wide-eyed innocence! I prefer regular Dubior, but EX is very cool on its own merits, too.

If after all this you still consider Dubior to be UFO-like, I'm not upset with you.

[capitalism-and-analytics]

Listen, please understand that people like me are doing our best to see things from your perspective. You are a cis white male living in a deep-red flyover state. I get that you don't exactly have a lot of motivation to support BIPOC or 2SLGBTQ+ people. But you also need to see that we aren't asking you to support us, but at least you could stop helping people who want us dead?

I think the part that confuses me the most is that this shouldn't even be a hard choice. If you want to broadcast what a hardcore rad-trad right-wing ultra conservative you are… Then OKAY I guess?? You do you. But how exactly does reblogging R-slur filled posts from Bronys like r4cs0 and takashi0 help you do that? I would think that reblogging from people who jerk off to clop porn would be the opposite of what a conservative would do!

So all we are asking is that you unfollow and block a group of people who sexually objectify characters from a children's cartoon show. And then you can go back to bragging about how hard you are going to vote for Trump in November. This seems like a win-win to me.

Apologies, but you either sent this to the wrong person or are incredibly incorrect in your assessment of me on pretty much every claim.

I don't see how you could say that you are doing your best to see things from my perspective without ever asking me about my perspective.

My state is not a "deep-red flyover state".

My fiancé is a BIPOC, so I would say that is a pretty strong motivation.

I haven't helped anyone that is actively killing others, but if you disagree, then feel free to let me know who these people are and I will be more than happy to reconsider my support of them.

I'm not a "hardcore rad-trad right-wing ultra conservative", which further evidences that you have no clue on my perspective.

Which R-slur filled posts are you referring to?

Which posts did I reblog from r4cs0 and takashi0? I rarely reblog others' posts, so it shouldn't be that hard for you to find.

Perhaps you're new to Tumblr or the internet, but very rarely are posts reblogged for the author and instead they are reblogged for the content of the posts.

That is not all that you are asking because you haven't asked it at all. Not once have I received an ask to block a group of people for any reason. If you are making that ask, then at least provide a common courtesy of giving me the names of the accused instead of attempting to create a blind witch hunt.

When did I ever start bragging about voting for Trump in November? I think the last time I even talked about my voting decision was almost a decade ago.

Appreciate the feedback and you being opinionated, but with an opinion so fueled with fallacies it is quite challenging to substantiate it in having any value.

[therealvinelle]

(A question for both you and muffin)

What speed do you guys write?

I feel like you guys must write at such an incredible rate based on the work you produce in such a short amount of time. Any tips if you have any to increase output would be appreciated!

You were lost in the drafts! I'm so sorry.

To answer your question: it depends a bit on the fic, but typically we write as fast as we're typing, then get distracted, then write, then distracted. Sometimes we take turns being distracted.

It used to be we'd outline the entire chapter in great detail, but as we've gotten this down to a routine it's bullet points.

It's very relaxing and meditative.

As for how we're able to write that fast, I think it's threefold:

We're both picturing how a given scene should unfold, and then writing down what happens. I don't come up with a character's dialogue, I'm just writing what he said and describing how he says it or what he's thinking. Slowness or hesitation mostly occurs when we don't know what happens next or disagree.

No second guessing ourselves over one word or sentence for more than two minutes, no obsessing over getting that perfect sentence down. It was hard at first to get used to, but watching @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin get ahead and write the good bits while I was contemplating how to phrase the last sentence of a random paragraph taught me to just make a decision.

Validation - whenever I'm unsure about something, or catch Muffin writing some thing I don't love or she catches me, we can discuss right away. While it does happen that we write something, then afterwards one or both say "Hang on. That was really bad!" for the most part writing jointly means there's two people have looked at the text and found it satisfying.

My best advice is to just write, get used to just writing without worrying too much about it, and get yourself an honest person whose opinion you trust (there is a LOT of atrocious advice out there!).

(I also have an anecdote for this: there is an author I follow on a social media, who has written a fairly popular story. They also, like most of us, have reoccurring weaknesses as a writer. They mentioned having gone to a writing group or class (I don't remember which), and receiving feedback on these specific weaknesses. Rather than accept this feedback (which they had sought out by joining the group to begin with!) they came to their followers for validation, making fun of the advice and talking about how stupid the advice-giver was.

The lesson to be learned: constructive criticism can really suck because even though you sought it out, and the criticism you get is constructive and useful, you didn't want to hear it. Therefore, decide before you go if you actually want to risk being told something you didn't want to hear, and choose the criticism-giver carefully because they could be wrong.

The reason I bring this up in a post about writing speed is that you write very slowly when you're unsure of yourself, and insecurity forms a terrifying wall between yourself and that "publish" button. At least, my speed has improved vastly since @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin became my beta and later cowriter.)

You also want to be careful with planning the story. Planning isn't writing and it often isn't really planning either, it all too often slides right into coming up with headcanons and aesthetics for a complex daydream. If that's what you want to do, go forth, and god knows there's an audience for moodboards and headcanon posts, but if you're serious about wanting to get the story down in writing then you've got to ask yourself whether your plans for the story are in fact plans or not.

I will also advice, insofar it is possible, to not pour too much of yourself into your writing. If it's your darling who owns your whole heart, you're fiercely proud of it, then having somebody say "Hey, this could be a lot better" is all the more discouraging. Abandoning it if it loses traction or you're not sure where to go with it is also devastating. You should love what you do, by all means, but don't tie your self-worth as a writer in the individual things you produce. Even the greats have flops alongside their masterpieces, or just less good works. Focus on having fun and enjoying what you do, drop a project without guilt if you lose passion for it, put it on pause if you want to pursue a different project, and be clear on what feedback you want from beta readers. Fanfiction writing is a hobby, and unlike most hobbies it's completely free. Treat it as such.

Best of luck!

[aruanimess]

Hello, Myrtle! 🖤

I hope you're doing well, and wish you a good *timezone*, and don't forget to take care and rest :3

If it's still actual, and only when you have time and more energy, could you please share your ideas of quiet sings of love prompt "i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?" for AruAni feat. JeanPiku? I'm curious about your thoughts on this prompt, and I hope it'll also cheer you up and bring a smile on your face while working on it (but only when you have more spare time, no rush!)

Sending you many, many hugs and best wishes, Myrtle⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Quiet acts of love prompts

Anna!! Such a lovely prompt! I wanted to finish it for the boy’s birthday, but alas… the tiredness won out T^T

Anyway, I hope you like it :)

~~~

“N— no, that’s just wrong.”

“Pshaw, no, it’s not. It’s perfectly reasonable actually!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t get behind this. You can stretch the definition, sure, but still it doesn’t apply. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not stretching it, I’m following it to its logical conclusion.”

“No. I’m sorry, Pieck. I disagree.”

Jean enters the kitchen. His pajama shirt is buttoned wrong and he must have opted out of shaving for the day because his patchy stubble is clearly visible. This is what vacation Jean likes to do then: sleep in and skip shaving, thinks Armin, lamenting the fact that in all their years of friendship this is the first time he glimpses this side of him. 

Pieck leans back in her chair, craning her neck to spy at Jean’s ass while he fills up a mug with fresh-brewed coffee. “Babe,” she says in a sugary voice. “What do you think? Is cake a sandwich or not? I’ll give you a hint. The answer is pretty… sweet.” She winks. Or blinks. Both eyes close at any rate. 

Jean narrows his eyes as he sits with them at the table. “What are you guys going on about?” He slurps his coffee loudly. 

His former zeal returns with vengeance. “That’s another issue actually. Sandwiches are generally savory.”

Pieck grins like a lazy, smug cat. “Have you never heard of an ice-cream sandwich, Armin?”

Rats. She has a point.

Jean sets his mug down with a decisive thunk. “This debate is stupid.”

“No it’s not!”

Pieck and Armin glance at each other in surprise. In their affront, they both spoke at the same time. They giggle at their own silliness. 

Pieck recovers first. “No, but really. It’s two pieces of bread-like substance with filling between them. It’s a sandwich!”

“No, no.” He waves his index finger at her. “That’s stretching the definition. A sandwich is framed by two pieces of bread. Period. Not bread-like. Also, you may have noticed the operative word ‘two’.”

“Are you guys seriously gonna keep at it?”

Pieck huffs. She picks up her fork, cuts a bite of her piece of… well, cake, and shoves it in her mouth. “You and your definitions,” she teases as she chews.

Armin sits up in his chair. “Do you want me to bring out the dictionary?”

“Please don’t,” says Jean. 

With a theatrical eye-roll, Pieck tilts her head. “It’s not about the dictionary! This is language in action! Expanding on the meaning of words as needs arise.”

“So you agree it’s expanding on the meaning?”

“I’m only pointing out that dictionaries are not necessarily updated on current vernacular.”

“But no one uses the word sandwich to refer to cake!”

“Not with this attitude, they don’t.”

Thankfully, the back door bursts open, and his glorious girlfriend walks in to save him from her best friend’s deranged ramblings. 

Honestly though, sometimes he thinks Pieck is just messing with him. She likes to debate him on the silliest, most inane things imaginable. After a short period of continuously getting involved in ridiculous arguments, he refused to engage her any longer, but then she started baiting him. She'd open with the most outlandish of claims and then proceed to defend it to the death. He simply had no option but to set her straight. And thus they have found themselves debating whether cake was a sandwich on the very first morning of their vacation, while Jean was still asleep and Annie out for her ritual jog. 

Along with a gust of crisp wind, Annie steps inside. Her cheeks have a healthy flush to them, from the exercise or from the springtime chill or both. She’s wearing a loose top and knee-length bloomers. On her side, she’s holding something obscured by the folds of her clothes. 

Armin tilts his chin up in a silent plea for a kiss. She indulges him, dropping one swift peck on the corner of his lips. Preoccupied by her closeness as he is, he hears more than sees something soft landing on the table in front of him. Annie draws back and turns around, already too busy pulling a loaf and a jar of jam out of the pantry to make her breakfast. Armin stares at her strong hands as they work on her food.

A low whistle penetrates the Annie-induced fog in his brain. It’s coming from Jean, who is glancing meaningfully down. Curious, Armin follows his gaze. 

There on the table, right between his coffee and his plate, sits a small bouquet of bright yellow flowers. More than a little taken aback, Armin nudges the bundle with his pinky finger. “What’s this?” he asks Annie. 

Annie’s spine stiffens noticeably. The tips of her ears are turning red. “I brought you flowers,” she murmurs while spreading butter on a slice of bread, avoiding his eyes. 

He blinks. “For what?”

A tiny irritated shrug. “There has to be a reason?”

Armin is shocked speechless. He takes the flowers in hand and twists them around to examine them from both sides, as if this will reveal to him their secrets. It’s six flowers in total, he notes, chrysanthemums if his memory serves. He digs his brain for their hidden meaning. What is Annie trying to tell him? His mind provides several answers: longevity, amity, joy; but also the death of a loved one. He shakes his head, frowning. No, Annie is not well-versed in flower symbolism, that’s his brand of madness. Still, what could this mean?

While Armin is struck dumb by the bouquet, Pieck most certainly is not. She plops her elbow to the back of her chair and looks at Annie with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, come on, Annie-Honey. You can’t just show up with a bouquet,” the way she pronounces the word should be outlawed, “of all things and not share what’s the occasion!”

Annie pivots to face them. She leans against the kitchen counter, balancing her plate in one hand. “There’s no occasion,” she insists, and, before Pieck has a chance to question her further, she shoves the entire slice of jam-slathered bread in her mouth. She chews obnoxiously. 

Little does she know, she’s only riling her up with her refusal to answer. Armin glances warily between his girlfriend and Pieck, but it’s Jean who speaks next. 

“No occasion?” he muses, an extremely judgemental eyebrow tilt is accompanying his words. “I’m quite positive—nay certain—that gifting your significant other flowers is generally motivated by something. If not to mark an occasion, then perhaps to express some tender feelings?”

“Oh, baby,” Pieck mock-laments, “you shouldn’t be neighing like that.”

All levity bleeds out of Jean’s face. He pouts sullenly. “You and Connie should have never met.”

Pieck grins and blows him a kiss. Then, her attention zeros in on Annie. “But really, Annie, don’t be shy, is it because you loooooove him?”

Armin’s heart is hammering in his chest. He should interfere, he thinks, step in and get them to stop with their teasing. But in truth he wishes to hear Annie’s answer as much as them. This gesture… It’s so sweet, so romantic, so uncharacteristic of Annie, it makes him want to howl from happiness. 

Annie is scowling. The food in her mouth is no longer filling her cheeks. Chewed and swallowed, warm in her stomach, it can’t provide an easy out any more. And Pieck is watching her like a hawk. 

She sighs. “I passed by a vendor,” she says. 

“And?” urges Pieck. 

Annie casts a glance at him and meets his eyes. He doesn’t know what she sees in his expression—longing, embarrassment, tentative hope?—but her face softens. Her lips curve minimally in a fond smile. When she responds, it’s to him and him only: “And they reminded me of you.”

Armin gasps. The scent of pollen hits the back of his throat and he sneezes loudly. Then, he sneezes again and again and again, a proper sneezing fit. Jean is there, grabbing the flowers away from his nose. Annie is to his other side, rubbing his back with a small gentle hand. Pieck is chuckling, but her eyes hold a sympathetic warmth. 

“You’ll kill him with your bouts of romance, Leonhart,” chastises Jean. 

Annie’s palm on his back freezes, halting her caring petting. Her hand slips on his shoulder and then away. Oh no. Armin can’t have that.

He grips her fingers tightly before they vanish. With the other hand, he takes hold of the bouquet from Jean and brings it beneath his nostrils, taking a long showy whiff. 

“No, she won’t,” he says to Jean. Then he beams up at his beautiful, considerate girlfriend, who melts at the sight of his smile. “And if she will, I’ll die a happy man.”

[yourfaveisqueerandreligious]

hi and welcome!! this is a headcanon/canon submission blog with queerness and religion. please read this before submitting

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if you leave out information (if identities are canon or headcanon, where the character comes from), i will not do them. i will delete your ask.

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also, fun fact, if you're being a cruel or exclusionary about any identity or religion, or the existence of queer religious people (or to me), you'll get blocked

admin is @moonmoonthecrabking (she/her), who is bisexual and a christian

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival ftm boyfriend being dysphoric ♦️(Morvay)

Yakumo

He will sit with you and talk if you need it. He wants to comfort you and he's very likely to make you a cup of tea or your favorite meal to help you feel better. He may not know what to say specifically but he reminds you of just how much he loves you and why.

Edmond

He doesn't really get what the big deal is. As long as you say you're a man he's going to treat you like a man, and if anyone else disagrees well… He's not usually one for mockery but will definitely have words with anybody who is rude to you about your gender. If you vent to him you'll try his best to listen but honestly stuff that personal makes him uncomfortable. He'll never turn you down or say no to listening to you, but he doesn't like that he doesn't know how to help.

Olivine

He will pray to the god of Klein for your piece of mind. Man also has huge honkers so he may make a joke about that to lighten your mood. Of course he'll be blushing like mad if he does. Hes really good about talking and listening and you know he would never use your insecurities against you. He will try and give advice but after will always double check that he didn't cross any boundaries.

Quincy

He's not entirely sure what to do in this situation, so he asks. He'll ask you what you need or what you want from him and if he can accommodate he will. If you need anything specifically he's even willing to talk to the old fox to get them for you. He may ask you to do simple tasks like chop wood for him. It's a simple way to not only distract you, but build muscle and make you feel more masc.

Kuya

Actually a pretty simple fix for him. He is going to make a magic crystal necklace for you that casts an illusion so anyone who looks at you while you're wearing it sees you as however you want to be seen. Oh and if the reason you're feeling dysphoric is because someone misgendered you… well let's just say they won't ever bother you again.

Blade

You explain dysphoria to him and he sort of understands? He thinks it's similar to how he feels human despite having an edroid body. It's actually really interesting talking to him about the differences between your dysphoria and his dysmorphia. He often uses reading and learning as a coping tool for himself so if you're feeling bad he's going to invite you on a library date.

Garu

You're feeling bad about yourself? Proceeds to tell you how amazing you are and how he's confused about why you feel bad. Once you explain the bad feelings aren't something you can control and it's about how other people perceive you he is still just as confused. He wants to know who's perceiving you wrong so he can tell them just how good you are.

Karu

He's got no idea what's going on, but that's okay because he loves you anyway. If someone misgendered you he's going to insult them. “Wow I didn't realize humans were blind and stupid. That one can't even tell you're a boy.” He never comforts you directly but he's always speaking up for you even if he thinks you're not in the room.

Dante

He's not going to let you have self image tissues while he's around. If he can get his hands on something that'll make you feel better he will. Whether that be tailor made clothes that fit perfectly and make you look flat, or a rare herb that acts like HRT, or really anything, nothing is too great for him to do for you. If you ask if he can make a workout routine for you to help with some of your image issues he will be really excited. He can use the workouts to help you shape your body how you want, and use it to sneak a peek.

Rei

He'll do the surgery himself if you ask… this is also his go-to response if you tell him that you're feeling dysphoric. I don't trust him with a scalpel anywhere near me, but that decision is up to you to make. He's not good at soft comfort but he can definitely talk you through some of your feelings. He can probably also explain why your brain chemistry is like that and rationalize everything you're feeling. I don't know if he's trying to help or just info dumping though.

Eiden

He is SO good at being a supportive boyfriend! It doesn't matter if you came out two minutes ago or two years ago, he loves you for who you are on the inside. He may be the only person here who's got experience with trans people in a modern sense. He's the first to make a sarcastic comment if someone misgenders you, and knows the importance of a good distraction when you're feeling bad. Also being a designer has the perks of knowing how to make binders and packers.

Aster

Is it something money can fix? He's more than happy to help you transition physically, but he's very awkward when it comes to listening to you talk about dysphoria. He doesn't really know how to be emotionally supportive, but he's trying. He may “accidentally” order too much herb that can be used to increase testosterone and be graceful enough to share with you. He will also use you to test cute clothes and is very vocal when something makes you look flat or particularly masc.

Morvay

This can go one of two ways. Either he's really sweet and sits down and lets you vent about whatever you're feeling, or he hands you a strap on and tells you to fuck him like the man you are. Either way he's not leaving you alone until you feel better. Even if you say you want some space he'll just sit in the corner of the room because he doesn't want to leave you alone when you feel bad and always wants you to know that he's there for you.

[i-love-your-shades-of-wrong]

you want complex characters? here's Gale.

I am fully convinced that people only hate Gale bc it's Liam Hemsworth and because they think he's annoying - and yeah, it's true, he IS annoying, but to like president snow more than him? (its pretty privilege)

Most people know by now that the love triangle in thg is for metaphorical purposes - the choice between peace and war. And it's not even a choice as a reader - there is quite literally no chemistry between gale and katniss (in my opinion). But that doesn't merit hatred for the character himself.

He grows up in the seam, poor and being the breadwinner for his siblings. (how sad) We're supposed to disagree with his motives by the end of it - he shouldn't want to get revenge because that makes him as bad as the capitol (yada yada yada). And Peeta is in the right because he wants to show mercy. (peace vs war)

But Peeta grows up as the bakers son. Has he ever gone hungry? No. Are we meant to feel bad for him because of his mum? idk. His name was in the bowl far, far less times. Does that make it any better? No, because he's picked (and this is meant to be about how the system is awful... you get it). But Peeta doesn't grow up hating the capitol because they don't hurt him... until the games.

Is this an attack on Peeta? No, of course not, but circumstances are important as the actions taken within them (situation ethics). Peeta goes into the games and you'd think his outlook on life changes, but it doesn't. Some people have stronger cores - a lifetime of security within yourself does that.

Peeta goes into the games again, Gale saves the citizens of 12 in the bombing. Peeta's kidnapped. And Gale says this:

"He might have been tortured. Or persuaded. My guess is he made some kind of deal to protect you. He'd put forth the idea of the cease- fire if Snow let him present you as a confused pregnant girl who had no idea what was going on when she was taken prisoner by the rebels. This way, if the districts lose, there's still a chance of leniency for you. If you play it right." I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. "Katniss…he's still trying to keep you alive."

So, he's annoying, but is he a liar? No. He's ever the strategist, thinking of things from the logical point of view. (really grasping for straws but I need a pro and less cons😭)

People really hated Gale for bombs - killing innocent people that just want to help the fallen? (ohno how sad). But are capitol citizens ever really innocent? Bystanders that simply allow children to be murdered year after year? The idea that they simply have no idea of the harm being caused is ludicrous. Do they not have critical thinking skills? No matter what happens in life, you KNOW murder is wrong. No matter what propaganda media shows you.

(also Beetee helped make those bombs too like gale was annoying but stop giving him full credit like if I was beetee I'd be pissed)

So, that comes to the idea that killing people as a whole is unethical, and it doesn't matter that they're awful people. Is that untrue? No. Is it far to those that have been oppressed their entire lives, being told that using force against their oppressors is wrong? Maybe. It's not an easy issue to resolve (kinda explains the metaphor, doesn't it?)

Neoliberalism probably wants you to blame the individuals. Coin, Gale, Snow. Coin and Snow were two sides of the same coin (ooh pun) - politicians, adults, playing for their own power. Is it wrong to enjoy power? No, of course not, just don't abuse it. Gale enjoyed power. But he was fighting for the freedom of the country, not himself. And he's only 19/20. You're a lot angrier when you're younger, as many adults forget.

The system is the real problem, clearly. Why should the capitol have all the power? Why are the districts being used? We don't know. But that's unimportant.

And then there's Katniss. She's the one making the decision - peace or war. On paper, its peace anyday. Katniss has seen both Peeta and Gale's hardships - Gale is a metaphor for who she could have been. Bitter, angry and hateful. It's not unjustified hatred but under Kantian ethics, murder is always wrong. Katniss does not want to retaliate because it's a vicious cycle of violence.

As far as we know, the capitol don't really pay for all they do. I know if I was a district citizen who suffered, I'd want capitol citizens to feel the same way. That is not to say that it is ethical, but it is not unjustified.

It would be more of a fair argument if Peeta and Gale suffered equally, but can you really quantify suffering. Their experiences shape them. Its easier for Peeta to want mercy for the capitol because he wasn't starved his whole life. And Peeta's stance is the right one.

But see, that's why we say complex character and not good person. Because the decisions aren't malicious in intent, just with clashing personal values to the norm. Like, bffr, half the people online hating on this guy would NOT have stood for mercy for the capitol.

(anyway have a nice day this was my ethics essay plan and I'd better get a 9 on it or else <333)

[lavendeerlesbian]

We get the bare minimum of people acknowledging we exist that's not pandering. Literally all most of us want is access to medical care and the right to live our lives without violent threats or harassment. Of course there are shitty trans people, there are shitty people in every group whether they're marginalized or not. No one should be harassed for just trying to live their lives, but every fucking day I have to have someone remind me that they think I should commit suicide and they think it's fucking hilarious. Some celebrities saying "trans rights" isn't helping my safety, medical care, or material existence.

"Bare minimum of people acknowleding we exist" and yet every major company acknowledges and accepts trans people (and if you disagree you can be fired), every job application now asks for your gender identity and acknowledges nonbinary identities, women's DV shelters are forced to accept transwomen or else risk facing defunding and being shut down despite the fact that most women there are traumatized and need space away from male people, males are legally allowed to go into women's restrooms and sports and prisons where they assault and rape female inmates and staff, and y'all are also allowed to undergo "gender affirming care" despite the fact that it violates the hippocratic oath and is not safe. Hell, many insurances will even cover the cost of transition so either you're lying or you're misinformed. Literal children having some restrictions being placed on transition doesn't count, as children aren't allowed to make many other life altering decisions and you don't complain about those (no smoking, no drinking, no tattoos, etc.). And I haven't even gotten into how the trans movement is inherently homophobic as y'all are trying to redefine homosexuality as "same gender attraction" and call any actual homosexual person a "transphobic bigot and genital fetishist" in much the same fashion as homophobic conversion therapists. Literally the guy who came up with the concept of gender identity, John Money, was a pedophile who did sexual experiments on twin boys which eventually caused both of them to commit suicide. Look it up. Also look up Alan Turing and the Aversion Project.

It's not just "some assholes", your entire movement is built on trampling on the rights of women and LGB people.

I'm sure you genuinely see yourself as a victim because you have been told BY OTHER TRANS PEOPLE that trans people will commit suicide if they don't get affirming care instead of just better mental health resources. You know what LGB activists told gay children? "It gets better", not "Affirm gay kids or they'll kill themselves". Like. Doesn't that rub you the wrong way at all? Why are your activists encouraging children to kill themselves?

Acknowledging reality is not oppression, either. Even radfems acknowledge that you exist and that you identify as trans, but the reality is men cannot become women and vice versa. Also, radical feminism the ideology has nothing to do with suicide baiting people, so if radfems have actually told you to kill yourself on the basis of you being trans (doubt) then I want to see receipts.

[sparksly-mage-of-light]

Okay, I have thoughts about Leander and need to express them.

Now, I could very well end up being wrong and might be missing some things that make everyone else really suspicious of him, but I really don't think he's a bad person completely masquerading as a hero and trying to manipulate people. I do think his whole heroic persona might be somewhat performative, but I think he genuinely wants to help people and be seen as a good person. He at the very least strikes me as a people-pleaser.

I think the problem might lie in him over-extending himself and neglecting his own wants and needs (like sleep, if the dark circles under his eyes are anything to go by). Like keeping up a protection spell just so a certain cursed newcomer can hold his hand/feel him up whenever they want (magic has to take some kind of toll on the user). Or promising to cure said newcomer by claiming to be able to do the work of an entire organization on his own (we don't know what the Senobium's deal is, yes, but they have to have a decent amount of power to have the reputation they do).

There's also the little things, like Leander not complaining about Vere ordering expensive champagne even though the price does seem to concern him. The way he physically jumped in to diffuse the tension. How, if you take him up on the drink, he picks what sounds like the most palatable drink that also introduces you to more of Eridias' local culture. He won't even give us his opinion of the others without asking for ours first, as if he doesn't want to risk disagreeing with us.

He also just doesn't seem to make any decisions for himself in general. The people at the bar ask him to to perform, so he does. Kuras said Leander could help us, so he says he will. The Bloodhounds' reaction to us mentioning the Senobium makes us uncomfortable, so he talks them down; but also we made them uncomfortable, so he moves our conversation outside. We never see him order a specific drink for himself independently: when we first meet him, he just asks the bartender to surprise him, and during his section towards the end, he just orders whatever you order (when they all gather at the bar, we don't get an idea of what drink he ordered or how, but I wouldn't be surprised if something similar happened). Even when he grabs our wrist the first time we touch, I think he does it more to reassure us than out of any desire to touch us more (and I mean that even if you hesitate, because at that point you're like 90% of the way there and he wants you to know he can help. His whole freakout, as I've seen others point out, is probably just due to a stronger than expected reaction from our curse).

As for how that might tie in to what makes him monstrous, I think that might come down to what lengths he's willing to go to in trying to help people. Maybe he's willing to kill for other people, maybe he dabbles in some dark magic like necromancy or has some sort of magic patron he's made a deal with a la dnd warlock pacts, or maybe it's something more self-sacrificial and he's willing to risk his life or sell his soul.

Regarding his relationship with the MC, I do think he could get obsessive over them, but I don't think it would be in the stereotypical yandere fashion. Considering how submissive he acts (and how Ais describes him to be), I think Leander would rather be possessed by the MC than possess MC himself.

I don't know if this makes sense. I just think Touchstarved is doing a lot of interesting and nuanced things, and Leander just being a deceptive yandere feels too easy (no offense to the people making those headcanons, though. love a yandere headcanon. i just like to overthink things).

[juminies]

Aside from the BE2 mischaracterisation, do you have any other fanon Jumin pet peeves?

Sure do lol, I want to preface though by saying that I don't think any particular characteristic is wrong or out of place all of the time. He can act any which way if it's for a reason and he can do things he otherwise wouldn't if a specific situation calls for him to. Sure he wouldn't fucking say that usually but he might if he was stuck and you can definitely explore that! Even his route itself is an example of him being pushed to his limit and acting in a way he usually wouldn't, and both he and his friends point that out frequently. This to say that me saying I don't like it when people interpret him as xyz doesn't mean him being written that way is inherently bad, so don't let me discourage you from writing. Anyway!

I think I've mentioned most of this at some point or another, and honestly I feel like a lot of his most common mischaracterisations do stem from the same place BE2 comes from. Any part of him being incredibly domineering or overly possessive, making big decisions without consulting MC, trying to limit who she talks to, being suspicious of her, etc. On the contrary he is very much at her beck and call. Her happiness is his. He's not going to be immediately perfect but being protective does not inherently mean being controlling and I think it's a fine line that people can trip over very easily.

Kind of continuing from that, I dislike it when people think he's too demanding on a professional level. It's often to the point of people calling him abusive, and while I can't deny that he's strict and impersonal and often a bit oblivious to larger structures at play, on the whole he's respectful of the people that work for him and genuinely values their contributions to the workplace. He wants everything done to the highest possible standard and I understand it can at times have negative repercussions, but he's not just an unreasonable dick who gets off on the power imbalance.

I'm also really not a fan of people believing him to be overly traditional i.e. the very socially conservative, strict gender roles, no sex before marriage, children must attend church type. It just doesn't make sense. It's taking smaller aspects of his character or things he says out of context and blowing them out of proportion—into something they're simply... not? Even the things he does say directly (eg. not living together before marriage) could be swayed easily under the influence of his fiancée.

Sure he likes things done efficiently in a way he knows works, but he is both very knowledgable and repeatedly shown to be very open to learning. He's curious and asks questions and will try and understand things to the best of his ability, even when they're entirely unimportant. If he's made aware of his ignorance he will not continue to push it (unless you're Zen, maybe). Jumin is not stubborn if he has no reason to be! He is very much pliable. You can tell him off and he'll listen. He wants to hear your side of things. He likes it when people disagree with him; a fan of some healthy debate, if you will. And he is not!! selfish!! So much of what he does is for others. He very rarely puts himself first. He's trusting and beyond loyal and goes out of his way to make sure his influence/knowledge/money are used for good the minute he deems it necessary to help those around him.

It annoys me when people act as if he's clueless and sort of just sits back and lets his status do the work for him. There seems to be this narrative of him being foolish and relying on others to get him by but that is absolutely the opposite of what he's really like. His intelligence and resourcefulness are not just a façade created by his disposition or the way he was brought up. He tells MC himself that his father wouldn't have put so much trust in him if he wasn't capable of handling it. He really wants her to believe in him because he's used to people wrongly assuming. It's not like he's just the heir and has little to no role, or even that he only oversees a department or two. He has a VERY high position in the company and easily excels at it. Jaehee herself (who people tend to see as the overworked one) admits that Jumin works significantly more than she does. He's the director of a global conglomerate in his twenties and takes it in his stride.

Last but not least he is far from unemotional. He's just good at detaching himself from his feelings and viewing them objectively. It does not!!! mean he does not feel or he does not care 💜

[ananke-xiii]

As much as it pains me to say it (because of my visceral dislike of the BMoL storyline), “The Raid” is a good episode. So far in the season the BMoL hasn’t succeeded in recruiting any American hunter but Mary Winchester. We’re mid-season now, it’s time for The One where the BMoL seduce Sam and Dean. And Mary is the key. And Sam picks a side. And he’s wrong, of course. (in a cruel twist of fate, I’m starting to suspect I should be “grateful” to SPN writers for writing a main character who’s always so blatantly wrong. Like, without Sam (and Cas) consistently screwing things up we would have no plot and therefore no SPN, so thank you??? I guess???). Anyway, let’s see what this seduction is about.

Quick note before I continue: as per classic SPN, the ones that die.die.die are women and black people. This episode is, sadly, no exception. Billie, Benjamin, The Vampire Alpha, the “Death Siren” music producer + other extras. I mean, come.the fuck.on. Ugh.

“I’m not just a mom”.

Mary is this episode’s (well, obvs primarily this season’s) keystone. She came clean to Sam and Dean about her involvement with the BMoL in “Family Feud” and now she’s facing the consequences of her actions. Her sons (well, mostly Dean) throws her out of the bunker. Dean is pissed, Sam is… how is Sam?

Sam: Look I-I am pissed and – and frustrated and confused, too. But we've frozen her out for days.

Firstly, let me say that the use of the verb “to freeze” in relation to Mary The Fridged-Unfridged-Refridged-Character-Of-All-Time is… hilarious, not gonna lie.

Secondly, Sam is pissed, too, okay? But he’s not THAT pissed. He wants to hear her out. This is big because, so far in the season, Sam hasn’t exactly showed a propensity towards communicating with Mary. She wanted space, he gave her space. She didn’t text him, he didn’t text her. So why is Sam suddenly so interested in Mary? I think it has to do with the fact that she has clearly stated that she’s their mother but she’s not just a mom. I’ve talked about how Sam is subconsciously very VERY VERY pissed at Mary, specifically at her role as his mother. Sam is known to be able to easily compartmentalize events, things, people, feelings into what he can handle and what he can’t. He can’t handle his mother right now but he thinks he can handle Mary.

Dean calls bullshit on his excuse:

Dean: She lied to us, Sam. Sam: I know. Dean: For months. Sam: I know, but it's Mom! I mean, whatever she was doing, she must've had a good reason. Dean: A good reason? A good reason for working with those ass clowns? Sam: Look, I hear you, all right? But – but at the end of the day, she's family. We owe it to her to at least –

In “Lily Sunders has Some Regrets” Sam says something similar about Kelly and Jack: “at the end of the day it’s a mom and her kid”. I mean, this starts to sound like a mantra he tells himself in order to avoid sorting out his feelings. Of course, she had her good reasons, but can Sam accept those reasons for what they are while disagreeing with his mother and being pissed at her for making wrong decisions? Spoiler alert: Sam cannot. So, at the end of the day what can he do? He can play neutral and, again, Dean calls bullshit:

Dean: And this whole peacemaker shtick that you've been running, first with Cas, now with Mom, it's getting old, man. Sam: What's that supposed to mean? Dean: You're always playing the middle, Sam. For once, why don't you pick a side?

(And, again, it’s just hilarious that Dean’s saying this, Mr-Pick-A-Bloody-Side, lol, Bob Berens knows his references)(also, wait so is it Sam who’s stuck in the middle with them (ep12, Sam: “Mom... what the hell did you get us into”)? Oh-oh, yeah guys, Sam is very VERY VERY pissed at Mary)

Picking a side.

If it wasn’t clear, Mary is not a saint, okay? And the previous episode did show us a mother, Rowena, being cunning and evil and getting her revenge. You don’t mess with mothers in this show, cause they are not “just moms”. So Mary plays her “Sam we need to meet. It’s urgent” card and boom, Sam is baited. She didn’t send the same message to Dean, we have two clear shots of her text chats with both her sons. Mary is smart. The only good thing Ketch has ever said in the whole of SPN is that they [the BMoL] didn’t need Sam and Dean because they already had the best Winchester, i.e. Mary. He was not wrong.

So now the brothers are split and the seduction game can begin.

In order to seduce the brothers, Mick and Ketch must find out either what they want or what they need. To be fair, Ketch is better at this than Mick, Mick so completely lucks out in this episode, like he literally cannot believe that, in the end, he’s the one who’s succeeded in attracting Sam (he really, really needs to send a fruit basket to Mary for this). What do Sam and Dean want? Well, good question, let’s skip it for now. So what do they need?

Let’s start with Dean cause it’s easier and he literally tells us. He needs to hit something. Now. Oh, and he also needs drinks, plural. But, he hasn’t been able to find a case and he’s alone in the bunker with no alcohol around. (so reminiscent of s11 Crowley drinking alone vs Dean and Cas on a fake beer run, Berens did study). The magic can begin: knock knock who’s there? It’s jolly good pal Ketch with a bottle of great scotch, a nest of 10 vamps to kill and a lot of fun toys to play with. This is the perfect recipe for Dean but Ketch still fails at seducing him and we’ll see in a moment why.

On the other hand we have Sam, what does Sam need? To be honest with you, I don’t really know. Like, textually, Mary tells him three times that “he needed to know” and she successfully baits him and is able to give him her sales pitch so I guess she was right, that’s what Sam needed. And knowledge is a huge part of who Sam is, this episode in particular shows us how his knowledge is far superior than any other hunter and how it’s the only thing that saves them (well, that saves only Sam, Mary, Mick and the Hunter King of Baton Rouge ‘cause the rest of the BMoL is dead). The show is ambivalent in this regard, sometimes I think Sam wants out, sometimes I think he wants to keep hunting but in a different way, sometimes I think he’s more or less fine with his life… I mean, really, I don’t know. But the show ended with Sam getting out of the life so I must presume that Dabb’s endgame was exactly that.

Anyway, let’s go back to the seduction thing. Mick, by pure chance, manages to seduce Sam with the illusion of organization and method. Sam wants to be a part of it because he thinks they’re changing the world which is ridiculous because the audience has literally just watched how unorganized and unprepared the BMoL are. And I’m not talking about the vampire attack against the base, but we see Ketch going on a hunt certain of his intel but when he arrives at the supposedly vamp-infested motel he finds only one of them. So I think that, all in all, even if I don’t know what Sam needs I think I know what he wants and he wants power (the knowledge he has, the power he wants). He sees the results: the Alpha is dead, doesn’t matter how bad the night was, he sees it as an opportunity and he wants in.

Mick thought they had failed to “attract the, uh, top shelf of American Hunters. Like you” but he actually managed to work well with Sam, they worked in sync to kill the Alpha and that’s not something that goes unnoticed. A connection has been made between the two and Sam picks a side.

On the other hand Ketch’s seduction fails. Dean and Ketch don’t work well together, they’re not on the same page. Ketch reminds Dean that he’s a killer (“You’re a killer, Dean Winchester”, the same line Rowena uttered in “Regarding Dean”) and that they share the same “inclinations” but he’s wrong. What drives Dean is not a crazy impulse to kill but it’s family.

Dean: (to Mary) When I thought something might've happened to you, nothing else mattered. Mary: Dean, the things I said – Dean: No, Mom, you were... It's not your job to make my lunch and kiss me good night. It's – We're adults. You're gonna make your own choices, even if I don't like 'em. Even if I really, really don't like 'em. That's just something I'm gonna have to get used to. Okay, Mom?Mary: Yeah.

(I really really wanna ask: whose job is it to make you lunch and kiss you good night, Dean? 'Cause I know you've given that a thought and you might have an answer, share with the class, maybe?)

And just like that, even if this was an episode where Sam and Mary finally have some screen-time together and manage to somehow connect, we are once again reminded that Dean is the only one who’s putting in the work to establish a relationship with her and who’s willing to sort out his feelings about their frankly messed-up situation. Dean is growing up a lot, being in your late thirties changes your perspective on life, man. Ain’t nobody got time for bullshit anymore.

To the way things are supposed to be.

I love when Sam delivers his little manipulative speech and people fall for it. every.time. He’s that bitch, after all. So one thing is sure now: although Sam has picked the wrong side, he’s aware that they cannot go back to how things were, how things were supposed to be. This will be incorrect as far as the BMoL storyline is concerned (voice of the narrator: things will go back as they were, hunters and vampires, cops and robbers, a fair fight), but it’s correct in terms of Sam’s relationship with Mary: it’s a small step compared to Dean’s emotional growth this season, but Sam is also (slowly) starting to realize that they are indeed adults, Mary is indeed not just a mom and, more importantly, he doesn’t want to go back, he wants to change the world (voice of the narrator: or so he thinks, poor Sammy).

So yeah, good episode. The Mick/Sam-Ketch/Dean parallels worked really well (Ketch invading the bunker and Sam infiltrating the BMoL’s base is visually cool), the family theme smoothly underpins every dialogue, every character has changed (to varying degree) by the end of the episode and the acting was solid. Cool.

[luvvixu]

shinichiro x reader (she/her)

🌊🏖️ beach day out

genre: fluff

synopsis: you and shinichiro had been together for at least two years. both of you suddenly came across a tiktok video wherein the couples decided to go on a beach. shinichiro thinks its kind of fun to try new things just the both of you.

warning: mentioned of insecurities, and jealous shinichiro coming through!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction in tumblr. i'm getting a bit tired in wattpad, so i'm here to try something new. i have also seen a lot of good fanfiction here, i think i'm gonna love it here~

also, i'm open for request. so don't be scared to tell me and i'll do my best to give you what you need.

again, this is luvvixu and enjoy reading.

song - feels by calvin harris (feat. pharrel williams, katy pery, big sean, funk wav)

"hi, y/n! are you ready now? i'm outside your house." shinichiro smiled widely to himself as he leaned on his motorcycle. he was actually calling you, that's why he's all so smiley.

today was actually the day where he would take you on a day out at the beach, just the two of you. you would not believe that he's been preparing this since last month.

he wants this date to be perfect and memorable. so, he pulled out his most attractive summer button up shirt with flower patterns, along with a bit of loose shorts. he also wears a round hat on his slick back hair and a pair of black sunglasses.

shinichiro looks so handsome.

meanwhile, you are so close to messing up your whole room because you are in a state of franticness. "wait what?! but i'm not done with my makeup, yet!" you panicked, but he only let out a laugh.

"darling, look outside your window." and so you did. you saw him smiling at you as he looked up. blushing, you ended the call and leaned on the railing.

"how long have you been there?" you asked, trying not to squeal and faint because he looked so handsome down there…

oh wait—that came out wrong.

"like fifteen minutes? i don't know. i'm busy calming myself to the point that i lost track of time." shinichiro flushed, he was becoming kind of shy.

"why don't you come here? i might take some time hahaha…" you scratched your head. well, you are not going if you don't make yourself representable to him.

shinichiro did not wait any longer as he enter your house and went straight to your room. he saw you there sitting in front of the mirror as you did your makeup.

"hi. i'm sorry if i make you wait." you smile sheepishly. shinichiro just brushed it off as he sat on your bed, observing you through the mirror as you curled your lashes.

"nah, it's alright. that's what boyfriends do. and besides, you're worth the wait." shinichiro smiled softly. he was enjoying watching you do your makeup—no, he loves everything you do.

"i just noticed, you actually wore the shirt i brought one time! i thought you don't like the design?" you teased him as you reminisced the moment he accompanied you to the mall. you made him try different clothes, which he didn't complain at first.

but then you came across a summer polo, and you found it really cute and cool on him. so you made him try. shinichiro was trying not to disagree with your decision because you looked so happy when you showed it to him.

however, you noticed it. but in the end, you still bought it for him and never expected him to actually wear it.

shinichiro scoffs as he makes his way towards you to give you a big back hug. "you bought it for me, of course i would wear it. i love everything you gave to me."

you smile at him through the mirror. you gave shinichiro a soft peck on his lips, thanking him for his kind words. with that, you bring your attention back to your makeup.

"you know, sweetheart, you already look beautiful when you wear makeup. but if that's what makes you happy, i'll always support you. hell, we could even do each other's eyeliner!"

your eyes lit up at his idea. "we should definitely do!" you try not to smile too widely as you were applying your lipstick.

shinichiro was still watching you intensely through the mirror. he loved the way you parted your lips. he loved the way you ran your tongue on your lips and then bite it. he loved the way you smacked your lips as your eyes were half lidded, a sign that you are focusing.

god, he loves everything about you.

you suddenly turn your face to him, leaving only an inch between your lips as you did not realize that his face was so close to the point that you were about to kiss.

"hey y/n, your lipstick had smudged." shinichiro whispered huskily out of the sudden.

"wha—hmph!" he suddenly put his hand on your cheek and pull you into a deep and passionate kiss.

at first, you were taken back, but then eventually melt and kiss him back. shinichiro smiled through the kiss as he deepen it even more. his hands goes under your shirt and crawled to get a grip on your curves then your spine.

you suck a breath at his warm hands enticing you the way you like it. "s–shin..." you let out a soft moan, making shinichiro more determined to kiss you.

shinichiro temporarily broke the kiss to stare at your flushed face and smudge lipstick. "god, look at you. such a pretty mess." he couldn't contain the butterfly on his stomach. you could see in his eye on how shiny you are, it reflects even if darkness was occured.

you push his chest lightly as both of you pant after kissing like two wild beast. shinichiro was about to dive in once more when you put a hand on his mouth.

"shin, later. you're ruining my lipstick." you said, a bit playfully. you know shinichiro hates it when you teases him by being a cockblocker.

shinichiro roll his eyes. "who cares? i can make your lips red even without those." he grumbles, making you blushed heavily.

your boyfriend smirked victoriously at you adorable reaction. he move closer just to squish your red cheeks with his big yet slim and veiny hands.

"ahh, is someone blushing? hmm, i wonder who that is~" butterflies starts to act like they are in a sanctuary when shinichiro use his baby talk voice at you.

"hush! enough with that!" bashfully, you finally unleashed yourself on his manly grip.

shinichiro was left laughing while you tried so hard to ignore him as you fixes your makeup after that steamy make out session.

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"shin, come here! let me put you some sunscreen!" you motioned him to come closer to you as you were seated under a big umbrella.

shinichiro rose up from the water, with his white shirt sticking on his stomach. you unconsciously raise your eyebrow as your eyes trailed on his visible abs.

"you should come with me to the water, it's cold there!" shinichiro excited ran to you.

you guided him to sit in front of you as he lifted up his wet shirt. "i'll join you later. the sun was still too hot for me." you pour a sunscreen on your hand and gently apply it to his skin are.

he turn his head to you and flashes a smile. "oh, come on. once you're in the water, you can't feel the heat anymore."

you think for a moment. "alright, just let me change my clothes." you patted his back, telling that you're already done applying sunscreen into him. you headed to your bag to put all of the valuable items inside.

while you're busy, shinichiro took the time to examines you from top to the bottom. you're wearing black crop top with thin cardigan and a pair of short jeans. overall, you absolutely looked so beautiful.

"i thought that is your swimwear." shinichiro pointed at your clothes.

you merely shooked your head, still busy. but now you're looking for your swimwear. "nope. i got separate clothes for swimming. these are only my beach outfit—ooh, found it!" you cheered as you found your swimwear.

"i'll be back, babe. don't miss me too much." you give him a quick peck on his cheek and smile smugly before running away to the nearest bathroom.

it took shinichiro a few seconds to recover from your mischievousness. "that girl—hayst! she should've kiss me on my lips!"

meanwhile, you are changing into your swimwear while humming your currently favorite song you just discovered.

today is the day where you're going to wear your latest swimsuit. it was a black one piece swimsuit that hugged your curves. you pause and stood in front of the mirror. your eyes landed on your body with insecurity on your eyes.

"huh? am i gaining weight again?" you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around your stomach. you stood there for like a few minutes as you were scared to go out.

what if someone laughed at me? i don't want to embarrass myself.

you were about to change your clothes back when a picture of shinichiro smiling at you flashes in your mind. unconsciously, your arms that has been wrapped on your stomach slowly drops.

that's right, you remember. shinichiro has been really happy about the two of you going out and spend time together at the beach. you wouldn't want to ruin that happiness of him just because of your insecurities.

and besides, shin would always tell you how much beautiful you are. you know that he would do anything, anything, just to give the world you deserve.

so, with a shaky breathe, you swallowed your pride and let your body be who they were. "okay y/n, you got this. if you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for shin." you patter your cheeks slightly to bring out your remaining confidence.

before you get out, you made sure to wear your thin cardigan again. once last peak at yourself and you're ready to go.

...

shinichiro was still at his spot for like fifteen minutes. he was waiting for you, but he was slowly loosing his patience because he was worried for you.

through his vision, he tried to look over you but failed miserably. you're easy to spot but not with this crowd. shinichiro puts a hand into his temple to soothe the throbbing headache.

"i can't wait any longer!" shinichiro suddenly lashes out as he grab your bag and started to find you.

and there he saw you, talking with some guy he doesn't know. shinichiro slowed his movements as he was inspecting you. based on your body move, your hands are secretly fidgeting in front if you and you tried to play with the hem of your cardigan.

it's a sign that you don't feel comfortable.

so, being a worried boyfriend he is, he ran over you and put his arms around your waist.

"s–shin! you're here." you get startled by his sudden appearance.

"oh, is this...?" the man suddenly becomes hesitant.

shinichiro raised his eyebrow as he tighten the grip on your waist and pulls you more closer to him. "her boyfriend? yes, i am."

"a–ah...is that so. i guess i'll just see you around, y/n." with that, the man left without any second glances back.

shinichiro pulled you towards the place where there's less people as he wanted to have a privacy with you.

your boyfriend drew a sigh and chew his inner cheeks, a habit of his whenever he feels annoyed. "so this is why you took some time changing..." he started. and no, he was not angry at you, it's not your fault.

it's just, he doesn't like it when someone hit on you, not on his watch.

you turn your direction to him and cup his cheeks to loosen the tension on his face. "are you perhaps...jealous?"

shinichiro scoffed. "i am. now, who is he?"

you were taken aback by his bold and direct confirmation that he's jealous. "don't worry, he's just some guy who confesses to me before. i don't hold any interest on him other than you."

your words made his eyes go soft as he engulf you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your bare neck.

"s–shin—?!"

"shh. let me have this. i was really worried for you earlier. i thought you got lost of something." he mumbles on you neck.

you let out a small sigh then crack up a smile. "i'm sorry. actually, the real reason why i took some time was because i feel insecure on my body." you said as you started playing in his hair.

shinichiro lifted his head to look into your eyes, directly. "why? your body is beautiful. there's is nothing wrong with it and i love every inch of your body." he said, looking straightly into your eyes.

"but—"

"ah, ah, ah. there's no any counterattacks for that information. so don't try to argue with me, my adorable red cheeks." he lovingly hugs you like you were a soft teddy bear.

your mood is starting to feel better, you cupped his cheeks. "thank you, shin. you always made me feel so wanted. i've never been treated this right." you gave him a peck on his lips. shinichiro purse his lips, asking for more.

you giggled to yourself and give him many kisses he wants. just when he's about to deepen it, you suddenly pull away leaving him disappointed.

"why? you don't like my kisses anymore?"

"shut up, i love it dearly. just not here, shin. we're in public, and i don't want to wake up with us being viral on internet just because we make out." you playfully roll your eyes, but you're not lying tho. you are scared that you might get caught.

"but i really want to continue our lips collision." your boyfriend pouts. he was about to take you into another kiss again when you move your face away from him, laughing.

"don't laugh! give me your kisses or i'm not going to buy you some crepe cakes!" he whines.

you smirked. "i can buy crepe cakes on my own."

"i'm not gonna drive you to the mall!"

"i know how to commute." you said for the last time, still laughing as his face slowly shows some dismay. that's when you started to get serious.

you finally let go of your playful expression. "okay, i'm sorry. look shin, i really want to fulfill your wants but not here. i thought we're going to have fun in the water?"

"oh? so you wanna do it on the water?" suddenly, it was his turn to become playful, raising his eyebrow.

your face turns sour immediately. "ew gross. i might form a rock of salt down there if we do it. so hard pass, don't wanna get that."

shinichiro just laughed loudly while you sighed to yourself. he's being a jerk, isn't he?

you glared at him as he was still laughing down to the ground. for sure there's tears lingering on his eyes.

a bulb of idea suddenly popped into your head.

"hey shin." you called his attention.

"what?" shinichiro watches you keenly as you slowly pushes him towards the wall, seductively circles his chest.

"i feel like suffocating on this swimsuit. so i was thinking..." you trailed off.

you grabbed his hand to put it on your flushed cheeks. "would you do the honor to let me breathe?"

shinichiro's breathing becomes shaky, probably due to enticement you're giving. he could feel himself loosing as he dives into your luring eyes even more.

he gulped. "o–of course, darling. what do you want me to d–do?"

a ghostly smile appears on your lips. your eyes tell him about the things you want to do together.

"can we go and buy some ice cream? i think i'm suffocating because of the heat and dehydration—probably cravings too."

shinichiro looked at you in disbelief. he was thinking of something else. that's why gou knew he was very disappointed.

you just let out a laugh as you close him mouth before a fly go straight into his wide open mouth. "i'm so sorry, shin. really, i promised that later, i would let you do whatever you want to me."

with that, you started to run away towards the near ice cream stall.

"y/n! i swear to god! you've been teasing me many times today!" shinichiro chased you as you scream in joy, running even more faster.

"i love you, shin!"

"don't you dare to change the topic—damn it! i love you too!"

[unedited]

[welldonekhushi]

Under My Spell | Part 8

Part 6 Part 7 Part 9

Part 8 of Under My Spell!

Note: Never knew I disappeared and left the series like this.. maybe because of, lack of motivation? Idea? Well, now it's back again with another part, woo!

Warnings: A few elements of horror, you've been warned

It seems that you were getting close to the plot, in order to find the root cause of the horror El Charro Negro created around others, and to stop the threat once and for all. The evidence was the only forest which caught your attention after your encounter with the cloaked man, and pleaded Valeria and Rudy to agree with following you. The woman was completely sided with your decision, but Rodolfo was still in denial.

Maybe it could be about his unknown relation with the cloaked man, or feeling the forest being a deadly presence but you wanted to make him believe. For someone, who lived with constant disbelief and tricks, you wanted to help Rudy in guiding a way to the truth. All this time, he too had been chasing the El Charro Negro and had been fed up with all this, just wanting to protect the ones who he adored. They all were betrayed, and haunted to death by Alejandro, being possessed by it. Let it be you, Valeria or Rudy himself, and you were finally determined to stop him once and for all.

But, it was that inside feeling again, as if it was trying to hint that something was wrong. What if the things you see aren't actually true? What if everything was a disbelief and one was trying to make you believe in it? Are you doing this in the correct way?

No. You weren't going to back off this time. If the El Charro Negro really exists, then we'd stop it together. Gripping the necklace tight, you put hope in yourselves and look back at the two. "Valeria. Rudy. I know this seems like a really risky mission. I don't want to do this and make you more concerned. But, I'm here to help you all too. For what I know, the devil is mostly behind me, and I don't know why. Whatever the reason could be, I cannot do this until I have both of your support."

Valeria and Rudy looked at each other, furrowing their eyebrows. "The man talked about this forest? Heh, I think he must be lying.. I don't think this is a good idea, Y/N." He said. "You know it's absolutely dangerous.. I know what lies in this forest and it'll bring more trouble."

"It always wasn't a good idea when we almost landed ourselves into trouble, Rudy. But because we had each other we didn't give up. We'd stay together, and fight. Let it be the El Charro Negro, any other identity."

"Y/N, but I CARE for your safety. I didn't bring you with me just to do all this! You were supposed to stay back, and let us do all the work. You know you're making me regret it again!" Rudy scolded Y/N, and all she could do was to sigh in disappointment, and look at him.

"Rudy, I know you're protecting me but.. I want you to think about something. Were you there before when I saw that demon's presence inside your house? Or maybe around the village? I don't know where you were all that time but I can assure you this isn't just about me. This is also about the people who live there." You replied, protesting at his view. "He's controlling us all. To get what he wants. And I want to stop it."

Rudy closed his eyes in irritation and showed you his back, making you fail to understand his intentions. Valeria looked at the man concernedly, and after a few seconds, he turned back angrily at you. "Fine. If you want to continue your journey, you can. But I'll not be a part of it."

"Rodolfo! You said we'll stop the El Charro Negro together.. t-this isn't fair.." You shook your head.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I tried protecting you from all the danger but it seems you just want to find a way to step into it again. Have fun when the demon consumes you. I'm not going to be a part of it." Rudy stormed away from the forest.

"Rudy! Rodolfo, come back! You're being a coward, jeez!" You groaned, but at the same time, you felt so bad for disagreeing with Rudy to come back. It was making you feel maybe you were doing it all wrong. Your stubborn nature of knowing everything was always what Rudy never liked when he was protecting you all the time. But, you couldn't be silent anymore. You wanted answers.

"Y/N.. I think we should listen to Rudy.. he's not wrong.."

You tried to contemplate your decision, by taking a deep breath, pursing your lips and trying to think to yourself, before facing the other woman. "Valeria. Do you think whatever that cloaked man told us about this place was fake? Heck, if he's trying to help us, we need to believe him. What if we do find a way to stop this chaos from happening in the first place?" You grabbed her hand. "Please, Val.. you're not going to leave me behind. Besides, we've both been victims to El Charro Negro's wrath. And we cannot back off when many people like us would sooner fall into this monster's trap. Tell me, Valeria.. don't you want to be free from any control? Or fear of getting attacked?"

Valeria was absolutely silenced. She had no words to refute your statement, but she did agree on the fact how she almost became a prey in the presence of the El Charro Negro. She wanted this all to stop, and realised now they cannot back off anymore. Clenching your hand tighter, she nods. "I'll not leave you behind, miel. Together, we'll find a clue to this issue."

You smiled. "That's the spirit! Besides, our amulets are here to protect us from the demon." You then furrow your eyebrows and cast your head down. ".. I'm sorry, Rudy.. but I will put an end to this."

You and Valeria then proceed to walk further in the forest, not realising from the far distance, a shadowy figure was spectating you two all this time, like as if it was some sort of horse with it's glowing green eyes, blaring it's nose and walking away.

As you went deeper, the sounds of the forest began to grow eerie and creepier, with the chatters of crickets and small animals from the shadows beginning to fill your ears. You held Valeria's hand tighter, hoping she doesn't get lost in the journey. Gulping, and trying to hold your composure, you gathered the courage to ignore those scary feelings within yourself. Besides, what's more traumatic to be almost hunted two times by a literal demon?

"This place is growing darker, Y/N.. I don't think we can last longer.." Valeria pursed her lips in worry.

"Don't worry. I brought my flashlight." You went into your pocket to grab the item and switched it on to flash the source of light over the dark areas. One hand kept Valeria held, and the other had the flashlight gripped. Two essential things that you couldn't afford to lose in your journey.

"The cloaked man said there must be some source where this all started." You said. "And if we get there, we would be able to s—" Your speech was startled a bit when you heard a crunch. You turned your flashlight to the direction where the sound came but you found nothing. Your eyes squinted in confusion, but soon it grew more when you heard the crunch again, and way louder than the last time.

Valeria's eyes widened and she looked everywhere, trying to find where the sound must be coming from. You soon could hear the bushes rumbling and soon this curiosity converted into fear. "We need to run, Y/N. Right now."

You flash your light towards the rumbling bush, trying to find out who could be in there. Carefully looking at the plant, the tension already rising in the atmosphere. Your hands trembled a bit while holding the flashlight closer to the bush, until you met with a jumpscare when a person just emerged out of the bush, all bloodied and eaten up by some beast, and fell down on the ground, looking lifeless. Valeria shuddered and panicked, her hand covering her mouth and trying not to cry out in horror. Your eyes peeled towards the dead individual who burst out from the bush, with now your ears tingling to another unbeknownst sound behind you.

You turned a bit around, and spectated it with your peripheral vision, the sounds of growling could be heard from the distance. And you could only see a couple of green, glowing dots within the shadows, appearing closer to the flashlight, revealing them to be a pack of wolves, glaring at them hungrily. Valeria's lips trembled and your eyes widened in horror, as you kept yourselves still in one position.

They slowly step their feet towards the two, and you both also back off gently before they could grow anymore closer. The rage in their eyes, and them glaring their sharp teeth at you. You were waiting for the right time to escape from the place, whispering to Valeria.

"Val.. whenever I say.. run. Don't let go of my hand."

Valeria nodded and gulped, the two kept on backing off from the wolves and when you felt it was now the time to retreat, you finally gave the signal, turning off the light, and flashing it at the eyes of the wolves to keep them partly distracted, you cried. "Run!"

Valeria and you then began to run away from the wolves, as they also started to chase you from behind. You kept sure that they weren't any closer, and told to keep their feet running. They were quite a lot faster than your agility but you knew what to do. Closing your eyes, you call out for your amulet as it glows, stopping in between and facing the wolves.

The wolves also stopped their feet once they looked towards amulet. Feeling it'll not be much effective, the wolf without wasting any time, it tried pouncing at the two but you raised your hand and pushed it back with your abilities. The wolf was thrown back in full force, crashing next to the tree and whimpering. The other wolves also did their part but you defended yourselves by using the amulet's force to push them away with your abilities, and it was working. Realising Valeria too had an amulet, and she can also have access to the powers.

"Valeria! Use your amulet!" You cried out loud, and the woman looks down at her amulet, willing to help you too. She also stood beside you, calling the amulet and imagining of using the wind to keep the wolves back. It did, and the dust was enough to shield their eyes. Being too distracted in the windstorm, Valeria found a way to retreat as much as possible, giving the sign and running away with you.

Finding a safer spot after running a bit farther, you two breathe for air, and panted after a long chase. You fell down on your knees and held onto your chest, having a slight panic attack.

"Y/N." Valeria helped you to regain your breaths and calm yourself down after that horrifying moment. "Relax.." She kept a hand on your chest, and other on your back enough to help you relax under her touch and breathed a bit slower. You opened your eyes, and looked at Valeria, with sweat on your forehead.

".. are you okay?" You asked.

"I'm alright. Are you?" Valeria replied, still rubbing your back. "You look terrified.."

"I'm okay.. thank you.." You nodded, giving her a weak smile before getting up on your legs, setting your clothes and wiping the sweat off your face.

"I don't think we can go back like this.." Valeria looks around the forest. "We've come too far. And it seems we might have lost track after our chase with those wolves. We don't even have a map, because no one ever dared to step foot in this place, knowing the infinite dangers that lie within this area."

".. so.. no one went beyond here?"

"How would they? They were more likely afraid of hoping the demon wouldn't take their souls."

You were lost in a few thoughts after what Valeria said, knowing about the mysteries that no one knows about this forest. While you reminisce about them all, you didn't notice your amulet glowing bright.

Valeria noticed and tried to call you out. "Y/N, your amulet!"

You came back to reality and paid attention to the necklace that grew bright green in the dark. Probably it's purpose was to automatically give you a signal about the El Charro Negro's presence, but this time.. it gave you a feeling that.. you were close. Close to know the truth. It even positioned itself in the direction, as if the magic in it was now acting as a map for your guide. You both were surprised, about this sudden act by the amulet, bringing a ray of hope.

"The amulet.. i-it feels like it's living, and it knows what's beyond this veil!" You said.

"You serious..? Are you sure the amulet would take us where we want to?" Valeria asked.

"This amulet has protected us in our hard times.. so also, it'll help us reach our destination as well." You smiled, while the amulet pulled itself again, telling you to walk forward.

"We need to get going." You gave the nod, and Valeria agreed, while following the amulet. The journey was peaceful, and you cannot sense any trouble anymore. The destination seemed a bit closer, and you could feel your hopes rising. That moment finally arrived.. the darkness was slowly disappearing, and when the surroundings were growing more clearer, it all started to look a bit more familiar. Like you saw this place before.

Your eyes furrowed when it all started to piece in your mind. The flashbacks hit, hearing the strums of guitar ringing in your head. You stopped and widened your eyes in shock, much to Valeria's concern.

"Miel? Are you alright?"

".. this place.. i-it's like I know it before."

"You do?" She furrows her eyebrows, but you don't say anything and keep your feet running forward.

"Y/N, hey! Slow down!" Valeria called onto you but now everything was slowly coming to a reveal when you run a bit further and stop at the exact location where.. Alejandro was killed. By the hands of Rudy. To save your life.

And in that same location, you saw a large cave.. where the amulet directly pointed at as well. It was signalling the two to go inside it, but in surprise, the sounds of growling could be heard once more, that you back off in defense. The same wolves, that were tackling you before, erupted from the bushes, and tried covering your escape paths. You two were bound by the beasts, and being ready to attack, until the wolves whimpered and flopped their ears, bowing down gently as they back off and slowly found an opportunity to run away. It confused you and Valeria on the fact that what could have pushed them back in fear?

Only if you turn around to see who it actually was..