#ill reblog this to my selfship blog in a sec

[this-is-fox-speaking]

@yami-yomiel wanted to hear about my little Marcel story... so here it is! though honestly speaking not at all little. the first part is entirely past written, but the second and third halves are entirely JUST written. aka spit balled.

Marcel had gotten a call-in about a mysterious black kitten. It seemed to be without a family or a home, hunting about the park and city for scraps of food or mice and birds. While trying to bathe it, though, it escaped like it was born to be a little escape artist. Marcel was already stubbornly tracking it down, so even when she was told to stay behind, she followed behind to try and find the cat, anyways. Come to find out, a couple days later, the cat's at the park! Marcel goes to find the cat, but.. instead, she comes across a fallen Mino, and a destroyed and crossed off section of the park. She finds the kitty crawling out towards her from a deeper part around the more forest-y area, and takes him back with her for a while, until.. he escapes one day. Instead of last time where it was clear how he escaped, this time it wasn't. It was like he just.. disappeared. After that, she doesn't try to find it again, but she remembers the very short nickname she gave it: 'Hollow'. A black cat with yellows eyes? Found in the middle of autumn? It couldn't be more perfect. It sucked that the cat seemed to suddenly not remember her, though, before it left. I imagine she starts meeting others like Lynne and Kamila from them taking in Missile over time. Marcel absolutely LOVES Missile, and thinks he's just the sweetest and bravest little baby. She never really meets Cabanela, at all.. probably unless he needed to take Missile for a wash to cover for Lynne. She doesn't mind him after a while.. this towns full of crazy characters. But that's why she kinda loves it! Over the next few years, this is her same usual routine- other than suddenly meeting a familiar black cat in the arms of a tall, blonde man. She smiles at the sight, even though she doesn't notice that it's a literal dead man walking. Maybe even talks to him for a little while. Everything in her daily life and routine is normal, mundane.. until the game starts taking place.

After the events of the game, it's almost the same story. A black kitten's called in, she tries to bathe it, it escapes. But this time when she goes to the park, the cat's not there. It feels.. wrong, somehow. But she chocks it up to mere disappointment that she couldn't find 'Hollow'. It's only a few years later that, when the cat happens to be on the shoulder of Jowd bringing in a puppy Missile, she actually sees it again. This time it's clear that the cat recognizes her, as the way it rubs against her hand when she pets it feels like.. a thank you. Apologetic? But she's probably reading it's eyes all wrong. How expressive could a cat really be? But she knows she's never seen this Jowd guy before. Shes dealt with a deja vu feeling for so long at this point but she's grateful to have something her brain doesn't seem to "already" know. A little bit more of time goes on, and she can't stand this familiar feeling anymore.. but one day it's solved when that little black cat comes into the store. It scratches at the door before Marcel finally opens it, gently questioning why and how it's here as she attempts to scoop it into her arms, but it immediately starts to run off. She attempts to chase it for a second, before the cat looks back at her. Expecting her to come closer.. to follow it, maybe? But she doesn't know why. She sets up a little closed sign before she makes her way behind the cat. It's a dumb idea, she knows, but somehow it feels like it's not only the cat beckoning her. She can't explain it. After being led to some weird jail- is this cop-owned cat trying to arrest her??- and a mysterious set of circumstances leading her to being able to get into the place, the cat leads her to a cell. A cell with a blonde man in sunglasses painting a large picture. He feels familiar. It tugs at her brain, harder and harder, until- it all comes back. She's frozen for a moment before it practically looks like her hair is spiking up with recognized.. annoyance? Its hard to describe, but her face is furrowed, and the strands of hair that seemed best described like animal ears curled down.

"..YOU!-"

After that whole debacle, with some small arguing and explanations from mostly Yomiel's end (who has had everything remembered quite a bit longer than everybody else), she visits him everyday. Now she can remember some old harbored feelings about him, from the older timeline. From how? When? Whenever I know what to write for that part. Honestly I haven't figured out her possible involvement DURING the game. She finds out about the real Sissel, finds out they're actually no longer together due to Yomiel's own decision. It surprises her- hasn't she been his leading motivation? Or.. had been, should she say? Overtime, as she continues to visit him whenever she can, mutual feelings fester and build again from that old life. Leading into modern day, where they're now happily dating! All thanks to a little kitty that felt like their old owner was getting a bit too sulky.

[selchwife]

i was busy earlier and especially when shit Really hit the fan so ill reblog the relevant post in a sec. my two cents are of limited value and relatively useless, but i’ll give them anyway.

what the fuck is wrong with you people? don’t selfship with fucking nazis. i hate that this is not only an issue right now but something i have had to block people for BEFORE making this blog.

there isn’t any excuse! it says a lot of horrifying shit about you that you decided to publicly fantasize about a relationship with a nazi (knowing DAMN well what you’re doing is antisemitic and wrong, there is no playing dumb here) and defend that decision when the harm it causes is pointed out. I cannot believe I have to explain this to other adults, but when you talk about how fucking dreamy you think a fictional nazi is, it sends the message that nazism does not bother you. normal people with consciences do not find nazis attractive and it does not matter if they are real or made up.

there are jewish people in this community and i don’t doubt for a second that there are romani people in this community too. their need to be safe from fucking NAZI APOLOGISM outweighs whatever sick jollies you get out of your ship. this isn’t even remotely on the same level as one’s “”right”” to ship with a villain, and the fact that i even have to point this out because those things have been conflated makes me want to punch through drywall.

there isn’t any excuse for this. “i don’t like it in REAL LIFE!” rings pretty fucking hollow when it comes to genocide. if you do this shit, delete your blog, lock yourself in a dark closet away from normal human beings, and stay there - preferably until you die, so no one else has to suffer your presence ever again. this is unacceptable and unforgivable behavior.