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imsosleepyofyourbull · 6 months ago

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I firmly believe that Kabru is autistic but masks so hard that he’s convinced himself and (almost) everyone around him that he’s neurotypical.

That man’s special interest is people and how they work, but he just thinks it’s him Being So Good At Socializing — like he doesn’t spend 95% of his time people watching and adjusting his personality in response to the traits he witnesses and obsessing over the intricacies of human interaction while mapping an ever growing relationship chart in his head. For fun. He even admits it in the manga!

Like, look at him!!!

It’s such a shame that — because he’s the narrative foil to Laios and his interest is generally considered more “socially acceptable” in both their world and our own — more people don’t realize this about him. He’s constantly misinterpreted as a horribly manipulative person who only acts the way he does to use the people around him, when that’s explicitly shown to not be the case at all. Kabru is naturally empathetic and is almost always thinking about other people, regardless of whether or not they’re right there with him or a thousand miles away.

I mean, his most defining motivation is his desire to do everything he can to avoid another tragedy like the one at Utaya. Someone who doesn’t care wouldn’t have a goal like that, and they most certainly wouldn’t go about it the way he does. He’s constantly working to help people who can help everyone else and tries so hard to make sure that anyone who seems like a threat is actually someone he needs to worry about before doing anything about it. His supposed aversion to Laios is only because of the ridiculous trolley problem he’s set up in his own head.

Outside of that, he (rather justifiably) hates monsters but is desperate to understand Laios’ love for them and his apparently most selfish goal in getting close to the guy was literally just to become friends with him.

When he’s interacting with the canaries and they imply that they’re going to take him and all of his friends to the West, his first thought is of Rin and how much she’d hate to be stuck in the place that gave her so many bad memories.

He helps Kuro learn Common when Mickbell is asleep and firmly looks forward to the day that the half-foot and Kuro can communicate properly so that their relationship can get properly started without any miscommunication.

And he understands Mithrun with only a handful of weeks AT BEST interacting with him, getting enraged when the elf seems to give up and immediately trying to help him find a new motivation for life.

I’m excited just thinking about the day that Kabru starts unmasking more and more around his friends — both new and old — because if being with my current friend group has taught me anything, it’s that hanging out with anyone so unabashedly themselves is bound to make you more comfortable with yourself too. It’s part of the reason why I like Labru so much! There’s something nice about imagining them hanging out in the throne room or laying in the grass outside and talking for hours on end about their special interests. They might not strictly understand what the other finds so fascinating about monsters or people, but they can grasp that shared feeling of love.

They probably influence each other in really good ways too, with Kabru helping Laios figure out what people are thinking even when it doesn’t make sense or Laios helping Kabru understand that not everyone and everything needs to be analyzed a thousand times over. They both get to learn that there are people like them and people who will love them without them ever having to change a thing about themselves. They deserve to know that they’re fine the way they are.

#I have so many more thoughts about these two #like how Laios is actually the one who couldn’t really care about people outside of his immediate friends and family #that his love is the one that would burn down the world if it meant the people he cared about got to be as safe and happy as they should be #always as themselves #never as the corrupted versions of them in their nightmares or by the winged lions distortions #which is how Kabru would learn to be more selfish and needy #encouraged to act on his own desires and help other people at the same time #these two have ruined me #especially Kabru #because I’m predictable and my other two favorite characters are Tachihara Michizou and Nara Shikamaru #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi kabru #kabru of utaya #dungeon meshi laios #laios touden #dungeon meshi rin #rinsha fana #dungeon meshi mickbell #mickbell #dungeon meshi kuro #kuro #dungeon meshi mithrun #mithrun #labru

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choicesmc · 9 months ago

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Title: Somehow, I Never Got The Rose-Tinted Glasses MC: Rin Day Book: The Freshman Word Count: 2005 Summary: A collection of drabbles of Rin from various ages as she realizes romance may not be in her cards. Taglist: @choicespride @choicesficwriterscreations

AGE 6

‘Do you want to get together, my love?’ The young woman sighed, pulling her boyfriend into another kiss, ‘These days have been the brightest I’ve ever lived. I can’t imagine a life without you!’ ‘Nor I without you!’

Renee watched the small tv in her grandmother’s house. The sound of pots clattering as Grandma threw together something to eat made her little stomach growl. It almost made her want to test her luck and go into the kitchen.

She knew better than that, of course. Grandma hated the sight of her, curly haired hazel-eyed. She’d just ignore her, like she usually did. Or send her out the house, which was always worse.

Grandma had the tv on another one of her romance movies. The type where each ended with wedding vows. It was disinteresting but she didn’t want to risk changing the channel to Tom and Jerry or some other cartoon. Her grandma wouldn’t like it.

For now, Renee simply suffered through another dumb scene. It didn’t sit right with her. They’d only just met each other. Why would they be kissing and swearing love? It made her look away.

“Ew,” she said aloud, turning away from the scene, “You shouldn’t kiss people you don’t know.”

The clanging in the kitchen stopped for a moment. An old, soft voice Renee had come to associate with her grandma rang out, “Repeat yourself Renee. What did you say?”

Renee’s throat almost closed up. Grandma rarely called for her and when she did, it wasn’t for something good. Standing up and stammering, Renee kept her head down, careful not to look up, “I said you shouldn’t kiss people you don’t know, ma. I’m sorry.”.

She fiddled with her hands, carefully placing them in front of her, trying not to flinch as Grandma’s cackling laugh filled the air. Renee didn’t get it. What was funny?

“Come here, Renee.”

Slowly, she moved her legs towards her grandma. Heart hammering with each step. Her grandma had her hands raised and Renee flinched away.

“Nothing that sensible could’ve been something my daughter taught you,” Grandma said, handing Renee a carefully wrapped chocolate, “God must have saved most of my daughter’s sense for you.”

Renee knew food when she saw it. She didn’t understand what her grandma was rewarding her for, but either way she quickly took the chocolate remembering to thank Grandma before scampering out of sight.

AGE 11

He wore simple clothes, plain and white, like all the other kids did. But he wasn’t like all the other boys in the commune. No, not at all. He had long black hair that the leader tied into braids and had deep brown eyes that made the other girls turn red when he looked their way.

“Isn’t he pretty?” Jaime asked, eyes glued to his every movement, “I think I have a crush on him!”

“Me too, especially when he gets all considerate!” Another, Danielle, chimed. Renee shrugged, he looked like any other boy.

“Shh,” she whispered, “We’re supposed to be focusing on communicating with the stars!”

“What’s he like?” Jaime whispered, ignoring Renee’s warning, “the leader always likes pairing you up with him!”

“That’s only because I can’t read,” Renee bragged, “My mom never let me get brainwashed by the teachers and their 5G cell towers.”

“Is he just as charming up close?” Danielle asked, then leaned closer continuing, “Has he ever… tried to kiss you?”

She backed away quickly, blush spreading across her face like she’d said something undeniably scandalous. Renee just looked at her carefully replying, “He’s nice.”

Jaime looked at her, mischief sparkling behind a broad smile, “Someone’s jealous, huh? You like him don’t you! And you don’t like that we like him too!”

“What?” Renee exclaimed, “It’s not like that! He’s nice, that’s all!”

“Sure, sure,” Jamie teased, “That’s why you won’t be completely honest! You’re hoping we’ll fall out of love with him~”

“We won’t blame you,” Danielle added, “Hayden’s really cute.”

Renee stared at the two girls, unsure what they meant. Hayden was fine, really. And he was nice whenever the two of them were together. What else did they want to hear? She tried to imagine kissing him. Really hard. Like putting their lips together.

It didn’t work. It didn’t feel right.

“You got me!” She grinned instead, “I don’t want to compete with you guys!”

AGE 14

“Who’s the boy that’s been running laps around ya?” Christine looked up from her nails, tracking Winter’s reaction as she swept across the room. A purple handkerchief kept her short hair back and out of her face as she kept sweeping across.

Pausing, she shrugged, tossing out a used condom, “Harley. He’s from the over-side. Been begging to spend some time with me, that’s all.”

Humming, Christine painted another long nail red, lifting her hand to the light to check its shine, “Good, you’re too young to mess around in my business.”

“It ain’t like that,” Winter muttered, red coating her ears, “Said he wanted something honest. I told him I didn’t know him enough for that.”

“You like him? He looked pretty from afar.”

Winter leaned against her broom, conjuring up Harley in her mind. He was muscular and had a big smile that always showed off his dimples. His hair kinked and curled tight against his scalp, it’d always felt rough under her hand.

“I guess you could call him pretty,” Winter finally decided, “What’s liking him gotta do with anything? I ain’t gotta like him to call him pretty.”

Christine raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were considering keepin’ him? You gotta want him, at least, to partner up with him.”

“You’d know more about that than I do.” Winter said, turning her attention back to sweeping, “He’s pretty. That’s just that.”

AGE 16/17

Amelia leaned over Rin, checking the worksheet for mistakes. When she didn’t find any, she smiled, tousling Rin’s hair, “Atta girl! That’s another perfect score!”

Rin held up the paper, a pride overflowing as she could read her own writing. Sure, it looked like shit –she’d only just started learning how to write and read. But it was her own! And she’d made it without missing parts of the sentence and with all the words spelled correctly!

“Couldn’t have done it without ya!” Rin preened under the praise, “You’re great at teaching!”

“You’ve been studying much more. Ain’t it cuz a that Harley boy?” Amelia teased, “It’s been a couple years and he’s been stuck to you like glue all through. Thought it was about time you wrote him little love letters.”

“It’s not like that,” Rin sighed, placing her paper back down. Harley was… complicated. He was nice. She liked touching him. He liked that too. But when he slid close to her and held her hands and tried to wax poetry about her eyes, or hair, or voice, Rin wasn’t convinced. “I dunno how many times I’ve gotta tell ya that we aren’t like that!”

Amelia sucked on the bottom of her lip, worry clouding her features, “I thought I saw y’all snogging at the theater.”

Rin blushed. She hadn’t known Amelia was there! She thought they were being discreet! Avoiding looking over, Rin cleared her throat, “You did.”

“Was he forcin’ you, then?” Amelia asked, placing a hand on Rin’s shoulder, “lf he was, sweetheart, I’ll make sure he regretted every minute of it. I’ll make sure you know how to deal with him.”

“Thank ya but no,” Rin said, “I don’t like him like that. I don’t like liking ‘im like that.”

Amelia scrutinized Rin for a little longer. “Well…” she finally said, “know you can tell us anything. We won’t think less of you for any of it.”

Rin shrugged. She knew that. Still, this felt like a touch too personal. Like a problem for herself alone. “Sure. I know.”

AGE 17

Date: 04/13/20XX

Raven gave me this journal to practice writing and keep my thoughts in so… here i am. I had a talk with all of dem. All together. About Harley. It was -wired- wierd.

I just wanted them to stop teasing me about him. It got on my nerves everytime they thought we were keepin each other. I didn’t like him like that. They new that. I kept trying to tell them but they kept insisting that I had to like him to keep him around.

I told them striaght: Love like that don’t exist. I no its a… hyperbolee? (its a thing Amelia taught me, when you exaggerate a real thing).

Or at least I thought it was one of those things. But Raven just gave me a wierd look and sat down beside me. Just one of ‘em real slow looks like something was fitting into place.

She told me that that sort of love do exist in more than books. That she still felt it whenever Cat or Amelia dressed up particularly pretty or just sometimes she felt a swell for no reason when she looked at them.

I told her to stop pulling my leg. I’m aint a fool. That was wierd.

She asked me I’d ever felt like that. I told her no and I didn’t want that either. Sounded sick.

After that, she didn’t say anything. But I kind of knew it wasn’t right. I didn’t no what i was saying but i no how it sounded. If love was stomach aches and blushing crushes, then I ain’t had it.

Never.

AGE 17

Date: 05/16/20XX

Christine got me something good: take-out from the fancy over-side store. It was still fresh and steaming, I new she got if for me. She’nt even take a couple bites here and there. She sat me down and asked if I new why we’re talking.

I told her a didn’t. Truth? I figured. When ma mamas were giving me sex ed, it was mostly Christine. When they wanted to ask me things, it was Christine. Christine kept pace with me, they said, so she was always sent in for the tough talks.

She told me I might be ‘aromantic’ –that I didn’t feel romantic love. I told her she was bein’ silly. I wanted a relationship! I did! Just we’d trust each other more and would’ve been friends for a sweet time first! And we could hold hands and give each other kisses. You didn’t have to be sweethearts and dearies for that.

She asked me a couple questions after that. Stuff like: do you want someone to call you their ‘girlfriend’? If someone kissed you specifically because they loved you like butterfly-sort, how’d that make you feel?

I couldn’t answer well. Just trippin’ up and thinking ‘that ain’t right, it don’t mean anything. Just a kiss.’

Then she asked about Harley. If what Harley and I were doing was partnerin’. I got mad and told her it wasn’t like that. We just liked touching each other and hanging out. Like I’d been tellin’ them.

Christine pointed out that I hadn’t cared when Harley wanted to love on me. And I still don’t care. I really don’t.

I’ve kissed him lots and lots now. But when I try to think of kissin’ him like I’m his girlfriend… It don’t sit right with me. I’ve been thinking about it. Alot. I tried to see if maybe I was experience all the stuff that Raven did and I just hadn’t noticed. I tried thinking if he was a girl, would it be different?

I don’t think so. It just feels wrong. I think I like kissin’ him right up until I think he wants me to be his girlfriend and then I don’t like kissing him.

I don’t want to be anyone’s girl. I don’t want something like that.

Maybe Christine’s a little right. To be clear, I ain’t sure about any of this. It’ll take a while but its definitely something worth thinkin’ on…

#oc/mc #fanfic #rin #it's rin's world #rin x harley #<- not really a focus but want to touch all my bases

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