#like kindness and empathy was always reciprocated

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[mintsuwu]

Yet another part of the Smiling Critters Family Headcanons!!

Bobby Bearhug

Teddy Bearhug, a charismatic figure, serves as the mayor of Critter Ville, a role he fulfills with unwavering dedication and a genuine desire to solve any challenges that may arise within the community. With his outgoing nature and friendly demeanor, Teddy is beloved by all who know him. He embodies the spirit of unity and cooperation that defines Critter Ville, always ready to lend a helping hand and listening ear to those in need.

Opposite to Teddy's effervescent personality stands Ivory Rosemary Locklaw, a woman of quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. Due to her quiet and mysterious nature, many of the residents of Critter Ville equally respect or fear Ivory, but some don't understand how someone like the mayor married her. Though she battles with social anxiety, Ivory's love for her family knows no bounds.

In her younger days, she often found solace in solitude, until Teddy's persistent warmth and understanding broke through her barriers, leading to a deep and enduring love between the two.

Together, Teddy and Ivory foster a home filled with boundless affection and support, instilling in Bobby the values of kindness, empathy, and community service. The Bearhug family's unwavering commitment to the well-being of Critter Ville earns them the adoration and respect of their fellow residents, who appreciate their tireless efforts to make their town a better place.

However, not everyone in Critter Ville harbors such goodwill towards the Bearhugs. A family of foxes known as the Vixeniques holds a longstanding grudge against them stemming from Vanny's father past rivalry with Teddy during a political campaign. Despite this animosity, Teddy remains blissfully unaware, treating Vanny and her family with the same warmth and kindness he extends to everyone else. And so does Bobby- Even though Vanny does not reciprocate those feelings as she is bling with envy due to Bobby having everything she could ever ask for... But they will resolve their differences later on don't worry(?

BONUS: As Ivory and Catnap share that "eerie" energy and both are pretty much introverted, they actually get along quite well! She understood how Catnap was struggling to fit into the town when he first arrived and she inmediately dared to reach out and provide him of support. So she sorta became like a motherly figure or cool aunt to him. Which is kind of special because Catnap doesn't normally open to others too much, but he likes to spend more time around certain people like Dogday or even Loola. They hang out sometimes to have cake & vibe(?

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i. toge x fem!reader | aftermath of a confession

for a while it’s just the deafening silence between the two of you and the clanging noises of chopsticks on glass bowls. of course, he knows that it isn’t going to last forever even if he wonders if it will, but your lack of words definitely fails to prove that wrong. 

see, the problem is this: toge’s sitting right in front of you— his dream girl, his crush of two years and all that. since the moment you first walked in the classroom and he’d caught sight of you, he’d been hopelessly and utterly smitten. perhaps it was the way you smiled at others, shy as you were; the way you laughed at his antics without fail and tried to lift people up no matter how much you struggled with doing so. it was that kindness; the type that didn’t need gestures and touches, the type that didn’t call for empathy or sympathy. just that plain kindness. 

and soon after it came his love for everything else: your hair, your eyes, your skin— the way they shined in the sunlight. he was sure he wasn’t that obvious. yet he supposes that besides maki, panda and yuuta who’d already known him enough to tell, it could have been relatively easy for all the other students of the school (basically, all the first years) to notice his infatuation with you— well, save for you yourself. 

he didn’t think it’d amount to anything, though. as much as it hurt to think that. not with the way his technique held him back; you needed someone who could speak to you, look after you that way. he needed you to not feel lonely. he had insistence from maki and panda that you were every bit down bad for him as he was for you, yet he still couldn’t believe them in full. despite all his jests and cheeky shenanigans, he would never consider himself bold enough to be able to confess it all to you. so why do it, when you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate in the first place? 

which is why he was shocked when you bowed over, scrunched your face up in embarrassment and handed him a letter in a sealed envelope before lunch on a random tuesday, stammering that you’ve liked him for more than a year, can you please consider going out with me?, and running away before coming back just for lunch. 

at least if maki and panda were here, things would be less awkward. but maki is still out training, and panda’s off to do whatever pandas do before lunch on random tuesdays. 

“takana…” he starts, eyes on your crestfallen face. the only thing your eyes are on is the food you’re eating. 

“…I’m sorry…” you mutter. he barely makes it out from you. 

“ikura!” he says. No! 

an idea strikes him then. 

you cock your head to the side in confusion as he whips out his phone and his thumbs fiddle away across its keyboard. 

toge’s confident now. if the two of you like each other, why not start something new? he’d love to take you out. he hands you the phone. 

“‘I… like… you… too?’” you read out, squinting at the tiny font.

toge sees your heart stop, breaths caught in your throat, your cheeks warm— scratch that, you’re crying. 

wait, why were you crying?!

“takana!” 

“I-I’m so glad,” you sniffle,” I always liked you. I didn’t know how to say it. it was painful seeing you every day knowing how I felt, and- and thinking there wouldn’t ever be a chance you’d like me back!” you sob, burying your face in your hands as if it could hide anything, “and then when I gave the letter to you, I was so nervous, I-I should’ve stayed there or given you something you liked, but I panicked!” 

nervously, he inches his hand closer to yours. your watery eyes widen. “shake sushi,” he reaffirms. the circles he rubs over the back of your hand make you feel like he’s smoothing over creased paper on your skin. yes, he likes you too, so don’t worry. don’t cry. you may be crying, but if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging so wildly regardless. 

both of your hands grab one of his with shaky movements and a slew of hiccups. “I’ll try my best.”

“mentaiko.”

thank goodness.

[incculum]

Can I request a Jake Sully smut?

Jake Sully.

top male reader

nsfw | some violence | some blood | some degradation + praise | spit as lube | grinding | fingering | orgasm denial once | brief choking | sir kink | brief mating press | creampie

a/n: disappeared again, mb. been waiting for someone to request something for Avatar and got a request for Jake on valentines which was kind of sweet. this has some plot & I still can't come up with titles.

You didn’t know exactly how to feel when Grace patted you on the back in empathy when it was announced you'd be Jake Sully's partner for the mission. You never bothered to become friendly with him. In the beginning, you only tolerated him because you had no choice. But you had to admit he was attractive and the fact that he was never subtle with his glances towards you, whether you were in your avatar or not, made him all the more appealing.

You started to reciprocate his stares when they became overwhelmingly apparent. He could never hold himself back from looking when you stretched or did any sort of physical work and you began to silently feed into his infatuation by taking up any physical job available just to see him blush.

He really was adorable when he wasn't embarrassing himself.

The only difference in your staring is that you didn't look away in surprise of being caught. Jake always looked away first, regardless of who was doing the staring. Sure, it was cute, and you liked the way his eyes got all cat-like when he was surprised and how noticeable his dilated pupils were in those golden eyes of his avatar when he was looking at something he liked.

You wanted to be the sole cause of those wide eyes and dilated pupils.

-

On his first mission, Jake ended up on his own in the Pandora forest. You watched Grace's shoulders drop with a defeated sigh when you lost sight of him. Both Grace and Norm looked at you with pity written all over their faces.

"You know what to do," Grace spoke and Norm nodded. You sighed and pushed yourself off of the tree you were leaning on, turning towards the dense jungle without a word.

You stepped over colourful flowers and pushed the leaves blocking your path away carefully. You knew how the na'vi felt about the nature around them and the last thing you wanted to do was anger the race you were tasked to essentially befriend.

-

You found Jake waving around a self-made torch in the dark to ward off the viperwolves swarming him. You got him out of the situation with the cost of a bitten arm and the moonlight as your only light source left.

Jake advanced towards you, wincing when he caught sight of your new wound. He put one hand onto your shoulder and grabbed your wrist with his other to get a better look at the wound,

"Shit, I'm so fucking sorry I-"

"You're a fucking idiot. Why would you light a fire in a forest full of wild animals?! What were you thinking?!" You interrupted him, unable to hold back your irritation. Jake's ears immediately flattened and his eyes went wide. He looked just like a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what I was thinking! I was just tryin' not to die!" He was too puppy-looking to look angry and was just trying to justify himself to you at that point. He knew he did something wrong. You knew that, too. You tilted your head back and sighed deeply. Jake somehow looked even guiltier. 

"Just shut up." You pulled your arm away from his grip and pushed him against the closest tree by his shoulders.

"What-" You covered his mouth with your hand.

You were using the attack as an excuse to press yourself against him. "Don't want any more of those things coming back, yeah?"

Jake swallowed and nodded when you removed your hand from his mouth. He looked down to avoid eye contact when you dropped your head and clenched your jaw in pain. He'd almost forgotten about the bite. "Listen, I... I'm sorry, okay?"

His gaze unintentionally fell towards your arms which now rested by the sides of his head, and traced upwards to your shoulders. You wore a tank top, and he wondered if you knew just how much he liked those on you. You knew, and you wondered if he knew you wore them just for him. He didn't. Not yet.

"I get it, already, Sully." You groaned out in pain, though it was finally beginning to dull. Your nose bumped against Jake's collarbone and he found himself raising an arm to wrap around your neck to pull you closer. Your laboured breath fanned his neck and he suddenly became aware of the desperate heat pooling in his stomach. Your quiet groans weren't helping.

Jake's mind began to wander as he bit his lip.

"Jake," your muffled voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Your lips brushed against his neck when you spoke and his self-restraint was wearing thin. The want was now burning in his stomach.

He brought his other arm around your neck and swallowed. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" He nodded and inhaled sharply when you shifted your leg. "Yeah. …Listen, I-" Your knee pressing against his hard-on stopped him.

"I know." You couldn't hold yourself back from pulling away to watch his eyes widen further and his ears pin back. He really was adorable.

"You- ah!" Jake nearly whined, screwing his eyes shut when you sunk your fangs into his neck and moved your knee further in between his legs. He rolled his hips against your thigh, head falling forward. "Fuck-!" You felt his whine reverberate against your lips. He made it so easy to forget about your wound, still slowly oozing blood.

"Thought I wouldn't catch you staring at me all those times? You were so obvious, it was cute." You couldn't help but smile when Jake could barely get his words out through his panting.

"D-didn't mind if... you noticed- mmf!" He bit his lip when you lifted your thigh and immediately tightened the hold he had on you, suddenly feeling too weak to stand on his own. You pulled him down to the ground and towards a softer patch of grass.

Jake pulled you back when you tried to free your neck from his hold. You chuckled, "relax, I'm not going anywhere." You knew that you should've headed back as soon as you found Jake or at least contacted Grace to let her and Norm know you were still alive, but you got tired of waiting for him to make the first move. You couldn't restrain yourself any longer, not when Jake's eyes were still unfocused and his bottom lip was shiny with spit.

He rested on his elbows, still breathing heavily and watching you hook your uninjured arm around his legs. You pulled him towards yourself and he fell flat on his back with a yelp. "Asshole.."

"Shut it." You reprimanded him with a pinch of his thigh through his pants. The corners of your lips twitched when Jake hissed through his teeth in response.

"Asshole."

You were beginning to get fed up with him and the sudden return of his pride. "You've got no right to speak to me that way with the shit you pulled today."

Everything about Jake's appearance screamed guilty. His new avatar body was failing him in hiding what he felt. You took his silence as agreement and spread his thighs, pulling them around your waist. Jake groaned when you pushed your hips against his, your clothed cocks grinding together. His hips twitched and he groaned louder, painfully sensitive.

"Shit..! M'gonna-" You pulled back and Jake whined. "F-fuck you!"

You pressed your hand against his throat, "What did I just say? Are you that fucking stupid? Lost your brains without me even fucking them out?" You didn't miss Jake's thighs pressing against your sides harder at your words. He stared at you with wide eyes when you applied pressure with your fingers and you felt his Adam's apple bob under your palm when he swallowed.

"No... sir." Your own hard-on was getting hard to ignore and you lost the patience to entertain Jake any further. You removed your hand from his throat to undo his belt hastily. Jake lifted his hips and you pulled off his pants and underwear.

You let a glob of spit drop from your tongue onto your fingers and pressed them against his hole. Jake's breath hitched, "Shit-!" he whined with a hoarse voice when you easily pushed your first finger in.

"Hold on for me, baby. You can do that, right?" Jake nodded with his fingers digging into the dirt. "Use your words, you're a big boy, aren't you?" You pushed your middle finger in to the knuckle and twisted your wrist, just to hear Jake's strangled moan. You'd barely even done anything and he was already melting at your touch.

"Yes! Y-yes, sir, I can!" You could feel yourself smiling.

"Good." You pressed another finger, scissoring against his spongy walls. You knew he had to have fingered himself before with how easy it was to press your fingers into his hole. Jake was driving you crazy and you wondered how much more you could take before you snapped. His chest was heaving and he almost choked on his moans when your third and fourth fingers were forced into his greedy hole. You curled your fingers and watched Jake's eyes shut and his back arch off of the ground.

Not being able to wait any longer, you pulled your hand back and undid your own belt. Jake's eyes snapped open when the clinking of your buckle was heard and he lifted his head to watch you pull your heavy cock out of the confines of your pants. He bit his lip when you spread your pre-cum on your cock with your slick hand and pressed the tip against his gaping hole.

You traced Jake's greedy hole with the tip of your dick, not being able to hold yourself back from teasing him any moment you got.

"C'mon... Please, sir.." He spoke through a muffled whine. You forced the tip of your fat cock into Jake's hole and his hips jerked in response, ankles locking together behind your lower back. He pulled you in closer and gripped onto your shoulders with tight fists.

You pushed in, chasing the heat and tightness of Jake's hole, perfect just for you. Your balls slapped against his ass when you bottomed out and you rested your hands beside his head. "Fuhuuck..." He groaned out and his pupils in those golden eyes of his dilated so prettily in the moonlight. Jake's deep moan was muffled when you leaned down to press your lips against his for the first time. He brought his hand to the back of your head to keep you from pulling away too soon.

Jake let you move back after a pause, lifting his chin to chase your lips and letting you pull out until your tip was caught on his rim before slamming back into his addicting heat. A moan was ripped from his throat and he dug his fingers into your neck when your tip pistolled against his prostate repeatedly.

"You're being so good f'me, now, aren't you?" Jake moaned pathetically in response, clenching down on your cock and doing his best to nod while getting pushed into the grass with the force of your thrusts.

You brought one hand to his cock, rubbing your thumb against the tip. Jake's moans raised in volume and pitch and he couldn't even begin to be embarrassed when his voice began to crack. You fisted his cock and thrusted in and out of his desperate hole, finally letting him catch up to the orgasm he was chasing.

"Fuck fuck fuck-! I'm-" Jake couldn't end his breathy warning before cumming on his and your stomachs and his ridden-up shirt. You groaned when he clenched down on your cock perfectly. Your thrusts didn't slow and he let go of your neck to fist the fabric on your chest. "W-wait! I just-!" He broke off into a fit of hoarse moans, throwing his head back.

You stopped for a moment to unhook his legs from around your waist and push his knees against his chest by the backs of his thighs. Your cock plunged in even deeper and you fucked yourself into Jake's guts desperately, his shaky moans only spurring you on. God, how you wished you'd done this sooner. You looked up to Jake's face. His eyes were screwed shut and he had drool running down his chin from his open mouth. That was the final push as the heat in your stomach burst and your cum spilled into Jake's warmth, painting his guts white.

Moving your hips slightly, you watched the ring of white that formed around your cock. Jake clumsily gripped onto your wrist when you shifted your hips to pull out.

"Again.. Please, sir." He grinned.

[doomed2repeat]

At first I thought that moment during the mirror scene where Colin pulls back and tells Pen to stop him if she doesn’t want to go further was just important because the show is taking consent more seriously since messing it up in S1.

Bridgerton Spoilers Below:

But now I realize it’s important context that people are missing out on when it comes to the “planned entrapment” moment later when he’s upset.

I keep seeing people mad at him for saying that, and yeah it seems harsh until you really think of Colin’s pov. Here’s a guy who has already been caught up in an entrapment scheme, who’s felt the embarrassment of that once already, who found love with someone who made him want to tear off his armor and be himself and be wholly open and vulnerable with her, and he gives himself to her. He checks in with her every step of the way, because his biggest desire- his literal dream fantasy- is to feel that Penelope is on the same level as him, that everything is reciprocal. He waits for her to say she wants him back and to nod in the carriage, he waits for her to say yes keep going in the mirror, he asks her if she’s ready for the next step even when he’s literally naked and on top of her.

He gave Penelope multiple opportunities to stop him and he always backed off and respected her wishes when he did feel like he was overstepping her boundaries. He senses something is wrong with Penelope at different points post-carriage scene, and even checks in with her about that, afraid that he’s moving too fast for her and that she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings and just got carried away and doesn’t want him back. Penelope had chances to tell him herself and did not.

And then he finds out that the openness he felt with her was not reciprocated. That she’d been holding back and keeping secrets. That she didn’t trust him with all of her the way he trusted her with all of him. And because Pen didn’t tell him herself he has no way of knowing if she ever planned on telling him. She could’ve told him before she published a Whistledown column saying they were engaged. She could’ve stopped him before they had sex. She could’ve pulled him aside the same time she pulled Eloise aside when they panicked about Cressida (right before he caught her), to finally bring Colin into a situation that was rapidly spiraling out of control. She could’ve written Colin a letter since writing connects them, and she might’ve been able to express herself fuller on paper. Penelope made a huge mistake - can we just admit that sometimes Penelope’s problems are caused by Penelope’s actions? - and Colin felt betrayed by it. He realized this was weighing over them the whole time, and it hurts. It triggers everything in Colin that makes him feel useless, naive, foolish- all of his insecurities since he got tricked and then called a childish boy who needs to wake up back in S1/S2- and this time at the hands of the one person who he loves more than anyone else in the world. And who he STILL loves, which is why it hurts him so bad to think that she thought she couldn’t be honest with him.

So of course his mind went there, to entrapment. Is it nice? No, but neither is writing an article belittling Colin so all of society could read it which is something Penelope did in the heat of the moment because she was upset with Colin. To see this as Penelope AND Colin’s story (which it is) it’s important to not dismiss Colin’s POV and to have empathy for it. He’s not the bad guy. And Penelope isn’t the bad girl. They’re both just kind of messy, imperfect people. Literally almost- She’s his mess and he’s the imperfect man of her heart. Soulmates.

[kaiserkisser]

guyssssss personality time :333

YUKIYO TSUMIKI

PERSONALITY:

-always gives, never expects reciprocation

-always has a facade and fake smile on, especially when around unknown people or formal situations

-shows different sides of herself to different people

-has a lot of empathy, cares a lot and tries to hide it

-very adaptable and mostly unfazed by sudden changes and situations

-good at diverting the topic of conversation and very diplomatic (helps in negotiations as she helps the PM get the advantage)

-somewhat withdrawn and extremely socially awkward and is never the one to talk first, so people often underestimate her as they let down their guard, which gives her an edge over them

-tries to be cheerful and motivating for others’ sake although she lacks any motivation herself

-internally majorly self-deprecating, often wants to just disappear from the world, covers it up with her bright personality

-is afraid to let herself care, let anyone else close and be truly happy because of her past

-hides her true feelings as she thinks she’s not worth the effort and time

-the accuracy of her intuition and gut instincts is well known and trusted

-she can see and understood both sides of the coin/argument

-really sensitive and easily affected by people’s words although she tries her best to not show it as she is afraid of weakness

-rarely opens up because she feels her problems are much smaller and much less important that those of other people’s

-if she’s going into a phase, she immediately retreats and shuts herself away and she doesn’t want anyone to have to put up with her and be a burden to anyone

-tries to avoid hurting other people’s feelings if they’re on her side, but enjoys seeing her enemies suffer, as when she hates someone, she can do it intensely

-her protectiveness over her comrades is what makes her one of the mafia’s biggest assets, along with her ability, as she does her best to not allow anyone to die, often putting herself in risk for it

-she’s eternally stressed

-she has a dry/dark type of humour, but in her opinion she can also act overbearing and over-enthusiastic at times and she hates it

-she doesn’t really know her purpose in this world, which doesn’t exactly bother her as much as she wishes it would. It still nags at her often, but she ignores it and rides the wave of life as it comes

-can have mood swings although she does her best to control them, so many don’t know

-she jokes about arson a lot

-she’s kind of squeamish when it comes to medical stuff like open wounds and surgeries (not blood and gore like from fights though) (ik this doesnt make sense but bear with me)

-stays on the tactical, strategic and information collecting sides though rather than open combat, as she prefers to avoid getting physical wherever possible

-this doesnt mean she doesn’t know how to fight though, she has trained under Kouyou and with Chuuya

[sleepingdeath-light]

ideal type hcs ; disney princesses

requested by ; anonymous (12/06/22)

fandom(s) ; disney animated films

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; anna, ariel, aurora, belle, cinderella, elsa, jasmine, merida, moana, mulan, pocahontas, rapunzel, snow white, tiana

outline ; “Could you do a headcanons for the Disney princesses ideal types, and what they look for in a partner?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

anna

anna would prioritise kindness and empathy in a partner above all else — someone who will stick their neck out to protect or help someone else without the expectation of a reward

someone who is capable on their own but who knows when to ask for help, and that isn’t too proud to admit their mistakes

someone who she can have fun with to escape the unending monotony and responsibility of royal life — but who will also stick by her side when the time comes to be serious

someone who loves her for who she is and not the money and status she represents

and bonus points if you get her big sister’s approval

ariel

ariel would pursue a partner who makes the effort to try and understand her — who will push through barriers (emotional, physical, linguistic) in order to make her feel heard and loved

someone who she can have fun with without being made to feel irresponsible or childish — who isn’t afraid to act foolish or silly with her

someone who is affectionate with her, who can match her need for physical touch and such without her needing to beg

someone who isn’t afraid to take risks and do dangerous things if it’s for something you love — be that her or one of your passions

someone who is open and honest with her, who doesn’t belittle or infantilise her — who includes her in the conversation rather than brushing over what she has to offer

a lover who is as in love with the world and with life as they are with her

aurora

aurora would want a partner who is, above anything else, kind — kind to others, kind to the world and kind to themself

someone who isn’t afraid to laugh at themselves but who will always lend a hand or an ear to those who need it

someone who is honest and genuine, but who knows when not to be blunt in what they’re saying — someone who thinks before acting

someone who doesn’t feel the need to rush through life, who can enjoy taking things slowly and take in the simple joys — thinks like freshly made bread and the grass between your toes

she’d want a partner who she could be briar rose with rather than someone who’d expect her to just be princess aurora

belle

belle would look for a partner who is always willing to learn and grow — to change and adapt to the world without getting stuck in their ways

someone who she can joke around with and make fun of without receiving anything but full reciprocation in return — someone who isn’t afraid to be the butt of a joke every now and then

someone who is honest and open, someone who is comfortable around her enough to be honest and who trusts her enough to be open — which she’d reciprocate in a heartbeat

someone who takes the time to get to know her mind rather than stopping at her face — who sees her as an equal and not just a future wife

someone who can be themselves around her and who she can be herself around without judgement or hesitation — just love and folly and conversation

cinderella

ella is the type who would look for a partner that she can be herself around — someone who loves her for all of her passions and eccentricities and that doesn’t expect her to be perfect

someone who appreciates and accepts her independence, never pushing her into any specific role, without forcing her back into the position of complete isolation she was in growing up

someone who can make her laugh but that won’t shy away from her when she’s upset — who accepts her in her entirety rather than only sticking around when she’s happy

someone who holds respect and empathy for everyone no matter their background or appearance — who would have treated her kindly even when she was a house servant

all in all, ella would want a partner who loves her for her and who she doesn’t feel the need to hide parts of herself around — someone who lets her come into her own as a person whilst the relationship progresses

elsa

elsa would want a partner who understands her — who takes the time to learn her boundaries and respects them without question, as she would for them in return

someone who gets her hesitance and isn’t afraid of her because of her gift — they don’t have to admire it or be in awe, just see it as a part of her

someone who doesn’t mind the cold and who won’t force her to stifle herself again

someone who loves her family (chosen and given) as much as they can — who adores anna, jokes with kristoff and who respects the legacy and memory of her parents

she’d want someone who she can have fun with but that isn’t opposed to discussing things that are serious when needed

jasmine

jasmine values a partner who is spontaneous but not in an actively dangerous way — like they enjoy adventure but not putting other people in harm’s way

someone who is fun and adventurous and who is eager and able to show her the world beyond the walls she grew up in

someone unlike all of the stuffy, pompous suitors that come filing in and out of the palace doors every day

someone who isn’t afraid to be unique and affectionate and silly and childish no matter the company

oh and someone who likes cats because raja is here to stay

merida

merida looks for a partner who is as independent as her and who isn’t going to expect her to be reliant on them

someone who is capable on their own and able to handle themselves if the worst happens — whether that’s a war or a loss in the family

someone who loves her family or at the very least makes the effort to get along with them

someone who isn’t afraid to argue and bicker, who doesn’t expect everything to be all roses and sunshine all of the time and bails when things start to not look so perfect

someone who has a good sense of humour and is able to match her wit and jokes without taking offense

but most of all: someone who is looking for a life partner to have fun with, not someone to be subservient to them

moana

moana would seek out a partner who is able to match her energy and mind — who she can talk to without limiting or censoring herself

someone who respects tradition and routine without abandoning or scorning any chance of change and growth — who will support her in bringing her village to a new age of exploration

someone who is willing to step outside of their comfort zone every now and then, but who is able to tell her when they have reached their limit — someone who can be honest with her and who she can be honest with in return

someone who she can bounce ideas off of and who will come back with new routes and theories and concepts that she can bring to the community for approval

she’d want someone who is their own person and respects her independence, but who she can come together with to become better in one way or another — a partner that encourages her growth, not one that hinders or stunts it

mulan

mulan would value a partner who isn’t afraid to be daring and step outside of their comfort zone — someone who balances routine/expectations and growth/adventure in a similar way to herself

someone who isn’t afraid to challenge her and themselves — who is willing to make mistakes and stumble without giving up entirely

someone who loves adventure and taking risks, but that can also enjoy the quieter and plainer aspects of domestic life — cups of tea, star gazing and reading

someone who loves her for her — not for the warrior nor the maiden but for the woman behind that legend

she’d also want someone who respects her and her family without being a complete doormat who is unwilling to speak for themselves — independence mixed with politeness

pocahontas

pocahontas would look for a partner who is willing to learn and grow and isn’t too caught up in themselves and the past to do so

someone who is willing to be patient and listen to the world around them in order to understand it — the water, the wild life, the wind

someone who won’t stifle her need for adventure and who will help her explore the world — travelling together to see more of the world with open minds and open hearts

someone who will stick with her through it all — protecting, listening, learning and growing as a couple and as individuals through the good and bad parts of life

someone who isn’t too proud to be kind or too stuck up to have fun and make mistakes — because that’s what life is about

rapunzel

rapunzel would appreciate a partner who is able to match her enthusiasm and passion for life — or, at the very least, someone who can understand it

someone who isn’t afraid to let their guard down and get their hands dirty — who is happy to let loose and have fun

someone who will listen to her without judgement and who will support her when she’s at her lowest — and that won’t turn her down when she tries to help

someone that doesn’t yell or lie, someone that approaches arguments clearly and honestly — who sees it as ‘us vs the problem’ and not ‘me vs you’

someone who is able to let themselves be silly and stupid and childish and not feel the need to be serious and sad all of the time — someone who is able to be their full self around her

really, she just wants someone to be herself around who won’t judge her for it

snow white

snow would probably find gentleness an attractive trait in a potential partner — that and a willingness to be kind without the expectation of receiving any reward for it

she’s a gentle soul and wouldn’t be compatible with someone who is volatile or combative — especially during disagreements where she tries to seek out a compromise and speak concisely (us vs problem) instead of raising her voice and trying to be right (me vs you)

someone who can let go of their ego when necessary and let themselves be wrong when they’re wrong — someone who is reflective enough to know when they’ve made a mistake

someone who loves animals or who at the very least treats them with empathy and tries to help out where they can

someone who is honest with her but not blunt — being open without being cruel

oh and someone who loves her cooking and baking as that’s how she shows her love

tiana

tiana would look for someone who isn’t afraid to get their hands dirty — who is willing to put in work to get what they want rather than just expecting everyone to do everything for them

she needs someone who is independent but that works well with others as well, a team player who doesn’t need to be told what to do in order to get things done

someone who will stick by her through the tough times — providing emotional support and labour when needed without judgement — instead of someone who will just lay low and only be with her during the good bits of life

someone who isn’t afraid to admit when they’re wrong and who isn’t too proud to be emotional and vulnerable — she needs honesty, really

or, in other words, she needs someone who understands and trusts her and that she can trust in return

[hoebiirama]

✑ Anonymous sent : "Hey, Anli! I hope you're doing well <3 if ok with you, can I request some hcs for Madara and Tobirama with a fem friend who has Kamado Tanjiro's personality (from Kimetsu no Yaiba tho if you haven't watch it yet then someone who's just really kind, innocent in some way and respectful) some friendship hcs would be interesting. Thank you in advance if you accept my request! Take care 💙" ✑ Anli's useless comment : I am indeed unfamiliar with Kimetsu no Yaiba so I went off of the description you gave me, so I apologize if I didn't go in depth enough ! 😭😖 Thank you so much for requesting though 💚

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うちはマダラ • Uchiha Madara

SFW

↳ Madara would be concerned for you. I don't think he sees all types of kindness as weakness (showing mercy to your opponent is the type of "kindness" he considers weak), but in your case, it's different. The fact that you always assume the best in people deeply unsettles him, and he's always worried that someone will take advantage of you one day because you're too friendly. Your willingness to help others is both your strongest and weakest asset. He doesn't like that.

↳ I feel like he would scold you like a strict dad. A lot. Because he grew up being told to constantly hide his emotions, he never learned how to properly express them, so it often comes out as anger or frustration. Is the scolding annoying ? Yes. Do you understand why he's like this ? Also yes. You wouldn't have a problem telling him off, but this man invented the concept of being stubborn, so your words would have virtually no effect on him.

↳ It's a different story entirely when that kindness is directed towards him. Madara is used to people feeling extremely intimidated by him, never looking him in the eye, never approaching him unless it's absolutely necessary, and being overly polite out of cautiousness and fear of summoning his wrath. And I feel like your kindness and positive attitude towards life would both feel like a breath of fresh air and very unnerving (definitely at first). He probably wouldn't know how to deal with that.

↳ But that's also the reason he came to care about you, because no matter how much of an asshole he was to you at first, you never reciprocated the sentiment. You were always nice to him. You never took anything he said personally because you understood why he was so guarded all the time and that alone was enough to make you special in his eyes. Madara has never received any form of empathy from someone other than his brother.

↳ Your kindness is pure, and he would feel it. You're not nice to him out of caution. You don't show him respect because you fear him. It's genuine. It's something you can't fake. And while he'd definitely be thrown off at first, he'd warm up to you and eventually come to deeply care about you, even if he has strange ways of showing it.

↳ What I'm saying is, Madara is biased. Showing him kindness and openness is fine. Encouraged, even. But towards others ? Hell no. That won't pass. And yes, it is partly due to his possessiveness. Because if you think that's just something he'd display with his s/o, you'd be deadly wrong. Whether you're his friend or his lover, you're still his, period. He'd be able to put up with it without too much complaining if it's with Hashirama, but with strangers and Tobirama especially, he won't stop himself from making some kind of comment about how they (read : Tobirama) don't deserve you being nice to them.

↳ Pro tip : a good way to shut him up if he starts lecturing you again is to tease him a little and tell him "well, I have you to protect me, don't I ? Why should I worry about these things when you're there ?" and his brain might just stop working for a hot minute, lol.

千住扉間 • Senju Tobirama

SFW

↳ I feel like Tobirama would share some similarities with Madara, but not even nearly to the same degree. He'd also be a lot more comfortable expressing his feelings through words, so he wouldn't get frustrated the way Madara would. It's just that sometimes he thinks you're being too trusting with people you should absolutely be wary of, or going too soft on people who don't deserve it.

↳ Thankfully, Tobirama is always ready to defend you from anyone who tries to imply that you're naive or easy to manipulate, because he knows it's far from the truth. You're no pushover; unfortunately, in the world you live in, it is often seen as a bad thing to be kind. Tobirama would have no qualms telling people off for you if need be, and by that I mean that even if you can stand up for yourself, you're not as harsh on people as he thinks is necessary, so he takes it upon himself to finish the job, lol.

↳ This one is obvious but I still have to say it : he'd also absolutely hate seeing you being friendly with Madara. I feel like all of the concerns Madara has in general would apply to Tobirama in this specific scenario. He'd be worried sick that the man would end up hurting you in one way or another (he feels the same way about Hashirama's friendship with Madara). Tobirama knows better than to straight up just tell you to stop talking to him, but if he catches you with Madara, he'd probably find any excuse to pull you away from him.

↳ Your friendliness and kindness also reminds him of his brother, and he'd definitely have a soft spot for it. I feel like he'd ask you a lot of questions to try and figure out why you're this way and how the world you live in hasn't seemed to completely ruin your innocence. It would be such a wild concept to him, and as the curious mind he is, he'd definitely try to understand your point of view.

↳ He would definitely come to you for personal advice if you're close enough. You'd be easier to trust than most people and not as biased as Hashirama would be (and, let's face it, if Tobirama comes to you with a personal problem, 99% of the time Hashirama is somehow involved in it), and you'd likely be one of the few people who could make him genuinely laugh. (Making him smile is easy enough. Just look at any picture of him with his students when they were children. Or how he was looking at Sasuke while fighting alongside him during the war. Man's not as stoic as people think he is — but you have a better chance at beating him in a footrace than you have at making him laugh.)

↳ Tobirama would love having you around, tbh. You're not as blindly optimistic as his brother is, but you're still the kind of positive presence he desperately needs in his life. He wouldn't fear negative judgement from you, and he knows you always mean well. You're probably the only person he can talk to about his students who'll get just as hyped as he is and not make some comment about how it's "unlike him to be so soft" and ruin the moment.

↳ 12/10 friendship, would recommend. For his sake. Please. The poor man desperately needs a friend.

[xxchromies]

Toxic Tumblr Communities

Tumblr is a very interesting place. I feel like women have always dominated this website. While it's a great place for women to express themselves, it's obviously created a lot of really toxic communities that in all honestly could probably only be created by women. You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. You've got communities that normalize harmful behavior (self-harm, anorexia, drug taking) and communities that normalize harmful relationship dynamics (the teacher crush and true crime communities, the ddlg community, the kink community in general, etc.), all kinds of different shit. I won't deny that these are all really harmful in their own ways. BUT I can't stand the way many people talk about them.

It's not uncommon for people to make YouTube videos talking about these communities, and totally eviscerating the posters without showing a single shred of empathy, despite most of the posters being depressed, isolated, and traumatized teen girls.

When it comes to the communities that revolve around toxic behavior, I kind of hate how the posters are treated as if it is their fault and their fault alone for other people picking up on the behaviors. If someone looks at thinspo or a SH picture and is like "YES I want that!" did the post directly create those feelings? Or maybe JUST MAYBE the person viewing the post was already mentally ill and now they just become encouraged to be a part of a community with people they relate to? Also I kinda hate how people accuse these posters of "romanticizing" the things that they do, I really don't think it's true most of the time. I think what happens is that women are conditioned into always wanting to appear beautiful, and so they want even their pain to be beautiful. Which is why they then write "sadgirl" poetry about cutting or whatever. I also think it's a coping mechanism. If you're going through something difficult, the least you can do is be poetic about it. I also think that a lot of the times it's a cry for help. It's common to make fun of the emo girl who cuts for attention but even if it's for attention she's still hurting herself.

There are also communities that "romanticize" bad relationship dynamics. When it comes to the teacher crush community, I honestly don't think it deserves the hatred it gets. 99% of the posters have no plans to actually get with their teachers. In YouTube videos about this community, they often respond to the rare posts where underage girls gush about how their high school teacher reciprocates their love. The YouTubers blame the girl for posting about the situation and "romanticizing" it, rather than blaming the fucking adult male for taking advantage of a high schooler. It's abhorrent and I can't stand it.

The true crime community is less defensible, but even then, most of the girls do not support violence, it's more so a fantasy of being able to fix a evil man. And I honestly think it's reflective of the way society tells women and girls that they are responsible for men's feelings and actions, even the very worst of them. And pretty much all the posters are either depressed and isolated teen girls or 30-something year old women who have a history of dating violent and abusive men. When people criticize this community, there's something about the way they do it that's almost victim-blamey, idk. I won't act like what they're doing isn't harmful to the victims, but people act as if drawing the Columbine dudes being yaoi boyfriends or whatever is just as bad as the fucking shooting itself.

And the ddlg community on here mainly seems to be fronted by "littles" who roleplay as underage children having sex with their parents. Again, this is a baddd thing to be encouraging, even if it's through role-play. But I HATE how people act like pretending to be the little is the same as pretending to be the adult. All these girls are fantasizing about roleplaying sexual abuse and idk about you but they really do seem like victims to me. This is not a pass for them to promote harmful behavior but again I just hate the double standards. These people are turned on by being victimized and people somehow don't feel any sympathy for them. They act as if it's the EXACT SAME as being turned on by victimizing others.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I HATE how the standards for women are so much higher than they are for men. Women will post about the pain they are causing themselves, and society gets angry with them for daring to be upfront about it and/or trying to make it seem "beautiful". Women will post about how they want to be victimized, and society gets angry at them for promoting toxic relationships, while not offering them a shred of empathy and asking WHY they want that.

Idk I have a lot of thoughts on this. I'm not saying these girls are completely blameless and I really don't want it to be interpreted that way, but it's crazy to me the way people act like they are heinous and evil (and not like, victims of patriarchal conditioning) for romanticizing situations where they would be victimized.

[upthebracket]

it's a popular opinion amongst hannibal fans that will always wanted to kill and hannibal simply brought it out of him, hence they are perfect for each other. this is how hannibal wants will to percieve himself, and hannibal is, of course, not to be trusted. instead, what with all the psychoanalysis that goes on in the show, there is relatively little subtext to uncover, and what you see re. will is more or less what you get:

because of his powers of imagination and empathy, will lacks a stable sense of self. without this, he struggles to fight against ego-dystonic thoughts (because the ego is so fragile and open to attack); nor, without a stable self image, can he assert himself well in social environments, so the external world seems particularly unpredictable and threatening to him. in order to feel safe and secure in himself and the world, he requires a more socially adept, authoritative figure to not only guide him but tell him who he is, as they see him, that he may mould himself in their image. in childhood we can safely assume this figure was the father who taught him to fish (his mother was never in the picture).

jack is acutely aware of this embarrassing need of will's (as hannibal says, jack sees him as a "fragile little teacup") and chooses to exploit it for his own ends – drawing out the moral side of will in order to hunt killers. hannibal also tries (more successfully) to become will's father-mentor, drawing out his potential for cruelty in the hope that eventually they can become equals: that he can mould will so entirely according to his ideal (and what is hannibal's ideal man but one just like him?) that will can "become" hannibal just as patroclus "became" achilles on the battlefield – a perfect reciprocity.

it's not that will is more bloody-minded than his peers; he certainly carries a lot of anger, but no more than jack does, and he's no more capable of violence than any of his desensitised fbi colleagues. what will is is easy to manipulate. he's more of a tabula rasa than a grown man should be; a wet dream for any psychologist with a behaviourist bent, let alone one who happens to be a psychopath. the will who tumbles off the cliff in hannibal's arms is very much the latter's design. this is not to say that this is not the "true" will, that there's a secret, hannibal-free will lurking on the inside; rather, there never was a "true" will, only a set of ingredients ripe for cooking, and had somebody else had the recipe he might have turned out quite different; but fate, and hannibal, have a way of intervening.

there's an extent to which will believes in the identity hannibal confers on him (otherwise the conditioning would have been quite useless) and there's also a lesser extent to which he is aware of having been manipulated. yet will continues to go to hannibal because the identity hannibal offers him is so much more appealing than the previous offer. he has spent his adult life trying not to submit to his fear. he looks after first his dogs and then abigail because it is better to play the capable parent than it is to admit to being the vulnerable child; less humiliating to nurture than to be nurtured. but hannibal offers a way to not only avoid fear but conquer it. the violent will that hannibal encourages is powerful, self-assured. nor, within hannibal and will's relationship, does being nurtured seem at odds with being powerful. when a person submits to the domination of another, they do not become powerless; on the contrary, to have someone tend and minister you is to cast a kind of spell over them, a kind of control. when hannibal acts with will in mind, that is will having vicarious agency in the world. likewise, hannibal feels powerful by having will submit to him. again, there is a reciprocity between them.

will embraces hannibal's conditioning because all of his needs are met by it: the destruction of fear, the ability to be both directed by another and to direct, and, most importantly, to be told who he is. if will were a killer from day one, hannibal would not need to work so hard. he would use on will the same therapy as on his more overtly dangerous clients, such as the beast-man. instead hannibal makes sure to completely dissever will from what brittle identity he has that he may rebuild him brick by brick. he destroys will and tells him to use him as an anchor.

[artist-issues]

I wouldn't want to risk inflating one's ego with these kind of messages normally, but I think now's a good time to remark how impressive a job you're doing. Not only the assessment of your battles in how to pick them and fight them, but also the empathy in recognising what people stand for yet stand to lose in the process and the compassion to be saying all of this in the first place in an effort to help people understand.

I know it's endless. I know it often appears to be doing nothing. I know some people are just out to hurt or undermine you. I know your empathy and openness isn't always reciprocated. You're not alone in seeing that. Don't forget that God sees it too.

I commend your patience, encourage your wisdom and pray for your endurance. If you need a chat or something, just let me know. You're serving the greatest good there is on a site often sorely deprived of that need. That's awesome!

This is unbelievably kind, and definitely needed! Thank you so much. You’re a true friend! Sometimes I just feel this sense of bewilderment, like “how can they be coming to those conclusions after what I just said?” And I worry that I’m communicating poorly. And I’m sure my temper and frustration start to get the best of me.

But God’s very good, and He is who He is regardless of how I represent Him. This is a good reminder! Thank you again.

[just-astrology-stuff]

@superbadcandy

virgo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising.

You have a complex and multi-faceted personality. On one hand, you are practical, analytical, and detail-oriented, with a deep desire to be of service to others. On the other hand, you are sensitive, intuitive, and imaginative, with a rich inner world and a deep empathy for others. You appear mysterious, intense, and secretive, projecting an air of mystery that others find intriguing. You may struggle with integrating your practical, analytical side with your sensitive, intuitive side. You may also find it challenging to balance your desire to help others with your tendency to be guarded and protect yourself from emotional harm. At times, you may come across as critical or judgmental, but this is often driven by your desire to be of service and help others improve. Your rich inner world and vivid imagination make you highly creative, and you may find success in the arts. However, you may struggle with boundaries and may find it difficult to separate your own emotions from those around you. It's essential to take time to ground yourself and establish healthy boundaries to avoid becoming overwhelmed by the emotions of others.

You learn from experience, and experience has probably taught you that kindness, compassion, and sincerity succeed where toughness and aggression fall short. When sympathetic and honest, you can relate to people openly, and they usually reciprocate with the same trust and affection. You are a master of subtle persuasion. Understanding the necessity of security, you use your powers of tact and diplomacy to acquire the material comforts you enjoy so much. Like most Virgos, you find fulfillment through your work, and in your professional life you are dedicated and sincere. You have an intense imagination and many intellectual and creative talents that can find practical expression. Your surroundings have a lot to do with your emotional well-being. You tend to subconsciously absorb the moods of those around you. In order to maintain your equilibrium, take great pains to provide yourself with domestic and work conditions that are as free of conflict as possible.

Clever, creative, and resourceful, with Scorpio Rising, your fertile mind seems to be an inexhaustible source of ideas and suggestions. Your brain behind your cool facade is always ticking away. One of the things you must do is find out how something works, to dissect it, study it, and put it back together so that it works better. When crossed, you can be cruel and biting. You tend to use any weapon at your disposal—from ridicule to playing on a person’s fears. Later, you are remorseful for having dealt wounds, though it is extremely hard for you to say so. You may have sharp features, a prominent nose, and large, hypnotic eyes, your brows are thick and dark. Your body is agile and moves decisively. The influence of Pluto bestows powerful feelings and emotions, a sense of purpose, persistence, determination, plus the imagination and ability to make a successful start in a new direction. 

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[reriart]

First, I love your fics they are amazing. ❤️

Second, could I please request a gale x tav fic where gale is trying to figure out how to cook for a tav with no sense of taste due to trama and doesn't eat much as a result.

Thank you for your hard work.

Hi! Thank you so much for your super kind words! I liked this request so much and I immediately decided to write something. Although mine was not a trauma related to the sense of taste, I have had eating problems in the past and it was very difficult for me to eat when I was younger. I hope this fanfic, set in Act I, is a chance for those who have problems with food, whatever its nature, to feel a little better! (Divider by @cafekitsune)

I'm here for you.

Tags: tav has food disorder, ageusia (no sense of taste), dissociation if you squint, Raphael cameo (very hidden, very nice), friendship with a hint of romance, random Astarion passing by, gn!Tav. English is not my native language.

Sum: Gale offers to help you solve a health problem that's troubling you, without much success. However, the magician doesn't lose heart. You can read it on AO3 too.

“You must eat something.”

Shadowheart's tone is harsh. She stares at you with the pewter plate in her hand, worn by time. The light from the bonfire bounces timidly off the now dull surface, while the sausages and boiled potatoes - now cold - more willingly reciprocate the warm aura of the flames.

She throws the plate at your feet. “There's no point in traveling together to find a way out of this damn tadpole if we're going to die because you let yourself starve and don't cover our asses.” 

You know she's right. That starving is not the solution, but how can you explain to someone who has always been able to enjoy food that everything you swallow tastes like nothing but paper? Much less to a half-elf who has the empathy capability of a nightstand?

The woman squares you off, only to turn on her heels and return to her tent, while Lae'zel, the surly githyanki, addresses you with a chk. “Vlaakith be my witness, but for once we agree. Eat, istik.”

As the strange green-skinned warrior leaves for her quarters as well, you find yourself staring into the flames until you lose all concept of time and reality. It is Gale's voice that brings you back down to earth - feet that, by the way, are covered with chunks of meat and potatoes. You shake off the boot.

“You're hiding something, aren't you?” comments Gale, sitting down next to you. Of the whole group, he is the least threatening to you so far. He has a book in his hand, which he casually flips through. “I have an intuition that it's not just my questionable cooking that's keeping your stomach empty.”

You widen your eyes and blush, flicking a bitter smile, turning your gaze to the crackling wood. “You are perceptive.”

“One of my many qualities. I'm also a very good pianist,” the magician jokes. “These hands can do many things, not just handle the Weave.” 

The man conjures a cat made of light, leaping and playing at your feet, before fading into nothingness. “Would you like to talk about it?” he asks, now a little more serious. 

You finally dignify yourself by looking into his eyes, but you regret it a few moments later. You are not very accustomed to sharing personal business; however, after a long sigh, you abandon your qualms.

“I can't taste,” you confess, looking at your hands. A dry patch of skin peeps out on your right index finger and you feel like tugging it off, but you don't. “It's ... because of a bad thing that happened.”

Gale closes the book and sets it down beside him, then rests a hand on your shoulder. “It must be terrible, I'm sorry. I-I dare not imagine,” he murmurs. He squeezes your arm affectionately. Then he stands up sharply and raises a finger. “I am one with the Weave, I will certainly find a way to make you feel the flavors again. By Mystra, magic can do anything.”

“I've already tried many times...”

“But you haven't tried asking me,” he replies, full of confidence. “'Be patient, my friend. I have a fellow who could help us. He lives in the capital.”

You shrug and reply with a monotone “thank you,” then go back to staring at your hands. Why can't people mind their own business? As if you haven't already tried every possible thing! You are just missing a demonic deal. Absorbed in this thought, you wince on the log where you are sitting as soon as you see something move in the shadows, followed by a squeak. Damn rats.

Gale runs a hand over his unshaven beard, lost in the depths of his mind (which, most likely, has all the appearance of a library), then kneels beside you and puts both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to turn toward him.

“I'll cook something for you tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. “But I can't taste it.”

“While we're waiting to get to Baldur's Gate, we might as well give it a shot, right?”

“We have few rations, no need to waste them.”

The wizard thinks about it. “It means I will make very small portions. These are trial and error, not inn servings.”

For a second, you swear you are lost in his eyes. Brown, with tiny hints of gold and green, they remind you of a cozy autumn forest. They are round, sweet -- concerned.

“Do you worry like this over everyone?” you ask, not realizing you actually said it out loud. Tiredness plays tricks, especially if you haven't eaten in a while. “Or is this another way of making me understand what Shadowheart told me earlier?

Gale's face is crossed by a smile, vaguely gloomy. “Don't misunderstand me. It is important that you eat, both for the mission and because I would hate to lose a new friendship. However, I am not doing this with second thoughts, if that is what you mean. I will not shove a funnel down your throat.” 

With that said, the man stands up. “To work!”

To...work? 

“...Gale?” 

“Yes?” He replies, once again wearing his crumpled, stained apron-an outfit so different from his long, elegant wizard's robe. He has a smile on his face and seems full of energy. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, getting up and following him suspiciously. “You're not cooking again, are you?”

“And that's exactly what I'm doing.” He smiles, waving a zucchini in front of your nose. Then he pulls a tomato and a potato out of his backpack. 

“Don't waste food for me, please,” you beg, placing yourself in front of him. “It is useful to you and to others.” “Unless you come from some plane where food is not needed -- and I really don't think there is any, otherwise I would know -- yes, you need food,” he replies, quickly cutting the vegetable into small chunks. 

“...touché.”

You watch him with crossed arms, jumping here and there like a ferret who hasn't slept in three weeks. “Have you always been into cooking?” 

“I-I've had some rough times. Learning to cook has kept me busy. The Weave then can lead to interesting results.” He smiles and winks at you as he pours the vegetables into a pot and begins to stir it all by twirling his finger suspended above it. Another of his magic tricks. You blush and thank goodness it's nighttime. 

“And here it is. Come closer, don't be shy,” Gale prompts you, waving. “It's not poisoned; you might expect that from our fellow Shadowheart, perhaps. The sharites act in mysterious and, often, poisonous ways.”

You can't help but hold back a laugh. You sit down next to him, looking at what would appear to be a custard. “What is it?”

“A simple vegetable soup. But I made it for you.” He takes the ladle, filling it and bringing it closer to you. “Try it.”

You look at the man disgruntledly: you already know how it will turn out and you are sorry he committed to you. You swallow a little, but feel absolutely nothing but a bit of warm slime, the bites size of the vegetable pieces in your mouth. If it weren't for the fact that your taste buds have no life, you would say it's disgusting. You set the spoon down in the pot and sigh, making to get up, but Gale stops you with a hand on your leg, inviting you to remain seated. “Wait.”

He takes another spoon, and pours something on it, a powder perhaps. You notice a container close to the tools, but in the dark you can't identify its content. “Try it now.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you hold back. You taste, but again you feel nothing but the aforementioned textures in your mouth, as well as something powdery. “What did you put in it?”

“Powdered rabbit feces. The best in Neverwinter.”

You widen your eyes and spit out the contents, hitting your chest with your fist. “That's so gross! It's disgusting!”

Gale smiles. “How can a person with no sense of taste say something is disgusting?”

You try to wipe your tongue with your shirt sleeve. “Rabbit poop would disgust anyone!”

The wizard chuckles to himself. “Relax, it was just bread crumbs. However, it pains me to warn you that, for rabbits, their own droppings are quite delicious. They eat them straight from the...”

“Gale, for the love of the gods, 'shut up!” you implore him, throwing the ladle at him and...laughing. 

You're laughing. About food. 

It's not like you, but you're doing it. You are laughing your head off, as Gale conjures up a magic bunny that is about to....

“Gods, this is revolting, have mercy!” 

“I will stop only if you eat another spoon of soup, otherwise I can conjure up far more terrible scenes...”

You laugh, covering your mouth to try to muffle the noise and not wake your companions. Just as your gaze crosses Gale's, who reciprocates with a smile, a bush of white hair peeps out between the two of you. 

Astarion shows his canines, disgusted. “Gods, that's gross. I'm glad I don't have to eat the stuff you cook, Gale.” 

“And here is our pale companion. Did the hunt went well, Astarion?” Gale takes another spoonful and makes to offer it to the elf.

“Egregiously, I thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to, you know, go anywhere but here. Keep that filth away from my nose, it smells awful,” she pushes him away, gesturing with his hand. 

“All right, all right. But Astarion, you really happen to be here,” Gale reflects aloud. “Tell us, do you only and exclusively savor the taste of blood?” 

You stiffen. You don't want to reveal your problem, you're ashamed of it, least of all to Astarion who seems like someone who can use even a pair of underwear as a weapon, let alone a weakness of yours. You look at Gale and dig your nails into your legs, trying to keep your tachycardia in check.

“That's not right. You see, blood is, as you can well imagine, my main resource. The second is most certainly wine,” he begins to explain, interrupting himself for a somewhat forced laugh, then gives a cough. “I can eat human food, but it tastes like excrements. And I have to throw it up afterwards.”

“I thank you, Astarion. You know, we had this doubt and we were curious.” Gale lies, on purpose, to avoid uncomfortable questions from the vampire. “I wish you a good night.”

“To you.” And with that, he gets up and walks off into the woods again, whistling. 

“Why did you ask him?!” you whisper, hitting him with a spoon on the forehead. “He might have been suspicious.” 

“Ouch! Well, I was curious. If he had answered that it was bland, I would have asked him if he ever perceived human food differently, but he didn't. We gained in cultural baggage, on the other hand.”

But you care little about cultural baggage. You watch the soup on the stove, the lazy bursting bubbles caused by the fire that is beginning to fall asleep. 

“I wish I could taste what you cook, Gale. I'm sure it wouldn't taste like shit,” you murmur, as you play with a pebble on the floor. “I'm sorry.”

He ruffles your hair. “I'm sure we'll find a way. From now on you will try every food we get. And if we don't come up with anything, I'm sure we'll find someone in Baldur's Gate who can help you. There is hope, as our cerebral roommates teach us well.” 

You bite your lip. “Thank you, Gale.”

He smiles. “That's what I'm here for.”

[frisiunia]

Papyrus is autistic!

I believe that Papyrus from Undertale is autistic. And now, I'm going to prove that!!!

With arguments!

AND REASONS!

LETS GOOOOOOOOO!

Oh, and I confirm that Papyrus from Undermourning has ASD.

Before we start...

I just wanted to state that autism is the whole spectrum. Every person with autism is different from each other, just like neurotypical people are different from each other. People can't be more or less autistic and no one checks every single known symptom. Because they're many different symptoms and as I've said - it's the whole spectrum.

+Autism is not an illness. "Autism is a neurodevelopmental disorder marked by deficits in reciprocal social communication and the presence of restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior." (definition from: Wikipedia)

Reading social cues

So people with ASD tend to have difficulty with understanding some social situations and other people's emotions or completely misinterpret them. I want to also clear out that the austitic actually understand the basic emotions and how they look. Like smiling when you're happy, crying when you're sad, yelling when you're angry. But they can have problem with reading more complex ones.

However, worse understanding of social cues do not seem to aply to Papyrus that much BUT there is a reason I want to speak about it. You can get a feeling that Papyrus is more taught in this sphere rather than naturaly understanding things like this. You see, people with ASD can learn like normal people. So they can learn about social interactions like how to better understand emotions and react in certain moments.

For example, Papyrus understands that it's a nice thing to bring your friend a gift when you visit them. You can see it on the hang out with Undyne. But it feels more like Papyrus sees it as a rule rather than thinking if Undyne likes the gift. He just takes her word for it. On the hang out with Undyne, he is also able to notice the tension between Frisk and Undyne. But the way he reacts also feels like he learnt about this kind of situations and how he can deal with them.

Also after training with Alphys when he phones Frisk, you can see that Papyrus is aware that something is wrong with the doctor. He just doesn't says it outloud. It's even something that I have a problem with. I see that something is wrong with a person but I don't have courage to be straightforward about that because I'm not sure if I'm interpreting things correctly.

The situations where Papyrus actually seems to misinterpret social cues is when he's insulted. He always twists insults into something nice. It can be either because of very solid mentality that autistic people can have (in Papyrus case it's belief that he's the greatest and people would have no reason to insult him) or that he's actually aware that things others say aren't nice but he learnt that this is a way to deal with such situations. I personally think it's the first reason. Maybe it's because I myself tend to have very solid and hard to change beliefs.

Communication

So Papyrus is communicating very well, isn't he? And isn't autism a disorder that makes people unable to communicate properly?... Well, it's not like this. As I said, autism is the whole spectrum. And some symptoms can contrast with others. Some people with autism can have lower empathy and some can have higher empathy. Communicating is also one of those cases. Some people in spectrum may have difficulty with it but for example I'm communicating verbally very well. I even have very wider vocabulary (at least in my native language).

Actually, we can say that Papyrus has Asperger Syndrome which is a disorder in autism spectrum. I myself have Asperger Syndrome. Said syndrome is characterized by for example... very rich vocabulary. You can definetely say that Papyrus does use many different and fancy words. Just go through his dialogues in game!

You know what the autistic can be bad in? Lying. I personally never lie. I just find it one of the worst things that can be done. And Papyrus? He definetely dislike lying either. When he asks us about our clothes and we are being honest about it and won't change it later, he doesn't lie to Undyne and shows relief that he didn't have to lie to anyone. When we lie or tell the truth but change our armor, he lies to Undyne and visibly doesn't feel good about lying to his friend.

Hyperfixations and repeatability

Hyperfixations are very often in ASD. People with autism often obsess over very specific things.

Papyrus' hyperfixations are definetely puzzles and cooking spaghetti. Like, puzzles are the way he tries to capture Frisk with. He has bookshelf with complex tomes about puzzles creation. He's resposible for most of the puzzles we have to solve in Snowdin. About spaghetti, it's very obvious. This is the only thing Papyrus is cooking and you can see it's something he enjoys a lot even despite his food probably isn't too tasty...

Papyrus doesn't cook anything besides spaghetti and you know what autistic people often like? Repeatability. The autistic often stick to routine and plan their day. I myself like repeatablity and dislike unexpected changes. That's also what I have such solid beliefs that takes time to change and I believe Papyrus has the same. Now is about something else. First of all, Papyrus' clothes. Accoarding to Sans, Papyrus has been wearing the same clothes for months and didn't even take it off to shower. Sounds familiar... I MEAN-! I don't wear the same clothes for months, only for a few weeks and I take them off when I'm taking a shower. Papyrus' case is very extreme. Nonetheless, it proves my point.

We also can see his dislike to unexpected changes and unwillingness to try new things which are also often symptom of autism. I won't even explain it. I'll just put here parts of Papyrus' interview:

Stimming

There's not so many examples of it and the examples can be a little forced but I wanted to mention it anyway.

"Self-stimulatory behavior is the repetition of physical movements, sounds, words, moving objects, or other repetitive behaviors." (Wikipedia again!)

So stimming is used by people mostly to calm down but it's also very often symptom of ASD and also ADHD. For example, I can sometimes start moving back and forward without even noticing when I started doing it.

So does Papyrus stim? Well, here are my examples:

Stomping feet; Papyrus has animation where he does it. He repeatedly stomps his feet.

"Papyrus is rattling his bones."; it's one of narrator texts that can appear in Papyrus' battle which can also be read as stimming.

I understand if this argument was not very convincing. It was more an expansion than anything.

Childish?

Okay, okay Papyrus definetely does have some autistic traits but what if we're digging too deep into this? What if the point of his character was simply being childish? After all, he act like a child at times. He's gulliable as he proved with Flowey. He reads children picture books and he probably doesn't even read them by himself. Sans reads him bedtime stories. Besides books for children, Papyrus also has figures in his room and his bed looks like a bed child would sleep in...

No. Papyrus isn't childish. No, no, no, NO. It's often for autistic people to for example watch cartoons or sleep with plushies even when they're adult. Hell! Neurotypical people do that too.

Yes, Papyrus is naive. But people with ASD can often have problems with trust being little or too trusting.

So no. Papyrus is not childish. He's autistic. I hope I've been able to convince ya to this.

Thank you for reading<3

[changelingsandothernonsense]

5 and 16 for josh and erra, 11 and 12 for josh and jiub

Hello! I rambled again, help!

Josh x Erra

5. Do they get along? Why or why not?

Like with all Josh's relationships, it starts with him making the world's worst impression. In this case Erra was left waiting eleven hours for a client only to have him stumble into their meeting looking dishevelled and, in Erra's opinion, a dream. He was attracted to the mer the moment he removed his helmet. Unfortunately, Josh didn't really reciprocate (from his pov it was a no go zone and he was being kinda awkward about it.)

The two start to find common ground as they get on the road. Josh starts fiddling with his armour that got broken the previous day and Erra goes off at him, leading to Josh admitting that he's kinda there under duress and doesn't want to fight about it.

Once they get all their misunderstandings out of the way the two are pretty much inseparable. Though getting along with Josh does still involve a lot of disagreements because he's got a lot of hang-ups about his past that he struggles to talk about. Erra just happens to be the Dunmeri version of a golden retriever. Most of their disagreements stem from Josh having a lot of triggers and Erra preforming a lot of Ashland rites that Josh struggles to understand.

Boys both need to communicate better.

16. Is one of them keeping secrets from the other? Why? How would they react if the secret was revealed?

It's Josh who's mostly doing that. Like I said he has a lot of hang ups about his past that he struggles to talk about but Erra makes him feel safe. Sure it's a struggle just to get Josh to clarify why he's upset in the first place but Erra tends to offer a piece of himself in exchange for Josh doing the same pretty early on.

Erra's got a few secrets himself, most of it is to do with when he used to run with a war band that used to raid the east coast of Vvardenfell. He kind of changes a bit when he's focused for battle. Very much a no mercy outlook. He had a crisis of conscience that led to him having to leave the Ashlands completely.

At this point Josh is mostly hiding his criminal history and abuse. He really struggles to verbalise what happened in a way that doesn't involve him cracking the shits and breaking something. Though Erra has a tone to his voice that makes Josh not feel judged. Though It's still a fight to get him to open up. Erra just has the key.

The two are very forgiving of each other, both are lost and hurting and give each other time. This is why Josh almost glorifies Erra to an extent after he dies. He's the first person who truly gave him time.

Josh x Jiub

11. Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?

Oh most of Joshi's relationships are a bit like this. Jiub is no exception. Jiub is older than Joshi by a good forty or so years (which is rare for Josh since he usually goes for people his age or younger). As such he's a bit more measured than Josh is. He's been through his share of crap and understands on some level what Josh has been through.

Josh can't regulate his own emotions, particularly when he's upset. He's self-destructive and can go nuclear if not given clarity so he can work through things. Jiub, and Erra before him, help him find that clarity. In Jiub's case, he gives him a sense of stability and the lifestyle he's always craved. All he's ever wanted was to have consistency and empathy shown towards him. It calms him and Jiub is nothing if not consistent and empathetic.

Jiub knows how Josh feels, why he has the hang-ups that he does and why he chooses to put up an aggressive front because Jiub has had a lot of the same if not similar experiences. He's been to Joshi's lowest point himself and he's climbed back out of there with nothing but his own sheer willpower. He knows these things can be worked through and whilst he doesn't truly know the weight of Josh's position as Nerevarine holds over him he certainly knows the rest. They met on the same prison ship after all.

12. Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Hugely, though it took Josh much longer to show it. The two of them ran into each other three times before they got together but Jiub had felt an attraction way back when the two of them were being transported back to Morrowind. Josh on the other hand took a lot longer. On each meeting Josh had lashed out, though it didn't help that he'd been in trouble each time they ran into each other.

On the first occasion, Josh had been thrown into the same holding cell that he had been thrown in a few minutes prior. Kid was the first person he'd seen in weeks that wasn't a guard and he wanted to make conversation badly. Josh on the other hand interpreted this as a threat. He was disappointed to say the least, but he understood. Physically he was a lot larger than him, and Josh's reaction wasn't unusual. They barely spoke over the six hours they were locked in that cell together. He never even got his name.

On the second occasion Jiub had rescued Josh from a cliff racer attack. He'd tried his best to patch him up in the awning of his silt strider after Josh had passed out from deciding to become a Dunmeri torch. Josh tried to pull a knife on him. He managed to calm him down and helped him get to where he needed to go. The two kissed before Josh awkwardly scurried off. They'd talked for a few hours but Jiub was pretty sure he misread the situation. He takes some of his frustration out on the local cliff racer population. Josh goes on to destroy the Sharmat and marry someone else.

On the third occasion Josh was busy screaming at the top of his lungs and committing small acts of arson in the alley behind Jiub's apartment in Kvatch. He goes out to tell him to fuck off but ends up bringing him inside instead. Josh is a mess, drunk, screaming incoherently, covered in blood. He had Josh patched up (he'd been trying to remove moon-and-star by way of amputation) and had Josh stay with him. He never left.

Josh is closed off massively but his way of showing affection is through taking active interest in what Jiub is doing. Asking questions, remembering the answers Jiub gives and offering information in return. Josh finds getting to know someone to be far more intimate than sex. He struggles to show his affection physically when he actually likes someone and that's what Jiub keeps misreading as Josh being disinterested. He's thrown for a loop when Josh kisses him one night seemingly out of the blue but to Josh it seemed right at the time. He starts showing physical affection quite liberally after that and Jiub decides to write Josh's story properly (it's being warped by the Dissident Priests at this point). An act that he hoped would bring Josh some peace.

In short, Josh is messy but once he likes you, there's no doubting it. Jiub shows his affection more obviously and through acts. It's a peaceful existence and the two rarely fought, which is unusual for Josh's relationships. It hit a sweet spot.

[balkanradfem]

About your experience with that other woman, I'm sorry and that is heartbreaking. But, if that is of any consolation, I had similar. I used to have that personality type, typical slavic woman, I could not speak about myself, and was only giving and giving to others, and I was extra serious about relationships, wanting to make it as in legends, with greatest honesty. And I also would apologize forever, if someone was slightly unhappy with me or not responsive, I would forever think what did I say wrong, why did it change, they focused so much on me, and now not. I burned many times so that personality of mine naturally changed though pain haha but I still do not like it when someone pays too much attention on me either.

But, about that woman, I had similar friend. Whenever I approached her, to invite her somewhere, she would always be happy and very excitedly agree and be proactive. But then the day before meeting or on the day of meeting, she would write something akin to 'something came up, I can't' . And also would tell me the details of what came up, usually list of family issues or sickness, so I would instead of being frustrated, of course, empathic towards her, sorry for her, and write her words of support. Well that continued for some time, but I noticed a pattern after a while, and then asked her why is that happening. And got reply along the lines that she is absolutely fed up with me, cutting me out of her life forever, bc I bring only negativity and she's tired and wants to clean her life of me for fresh positive energy, all that guru stuff you know. Personally I think it was often backwards, I empathically listened to many of her scary family stories, but it's also true I was then massive walking trauma after abuse. But I was never figure out, why, if she disliked me, she never said 'no, i dont want to go' or gone though that mysterious ritual of wasting my time. I put it on some of her unability to say no, masking due to trauma or similar, but I was still quite hurt by that. And that last time was the only time she ever showed me anything that was not excitement and support, so I gained many trust issues that someone might act that way and it would be all fake and she secretely hates me, bc from her last email it seemed like she hated me whole time. And I always felt that something is wrong, but she always had excuses that lulled my feeling of wrong. So currently I also feel that she wasted my time majorly. I had some few similar experience where other woman just kept feeling me few kind words or few promises, just like men do, to keep me foggy enough and to keep up my hopes enough that , despite never getting reciprocation to resources I invest, I would still keep investing. And then the cutting me out always was sudden, sometimes with raging email like that, sometimes with just sudden cutting off without any explation, sometimes with mutual friends whispering reasons. I have no idea why women do that, I feel that if you have any respect for other woman, you do not do that. I had experiences where I was cutting off others from my life, or explaining we can't connect or talk, but I always explain it clearly as I can (unless they scare me) and without ranting in something that would hurt them, and I do not accept anything from other person in such case either.

So, if that is any consolation, here is my story. since my habit is just giving others similar stories of mine, to show that is it common social issue, or in hopes it gives insights from similar type of experience. personal is political and all that.

Yes I can see the exact same pattern in your story, you are so right about this! It's not that mysterious.

She first created fake expectations 'I will go with you to an event and we'll have a great time', so you'd have something to look forward to together with her, and then when she'd fail you, she looked for empathy from you. I think a big part of why she was your friend was this exact empathy, and cancelling the event gave her a convenient excuse to go on and on about the stuff that was bothering her, so it didn't feel like she was 'unloading all that on you for no reason', she 'needed to explain to you why she failed your expectations'.

The pattern was working perfectly for her while she had your attention, empathy, and eagerness to invite her, enabling her to go on with this, but once you caught on, she realized she could no longer do it, and the scam was ruined. It's insidious how some people can do that, I do not understand, and her behaviour is gross to me.

There's an alternative route of being someone's friend, offering and giving empathy naturally, sharing your struggles without some weird fake expectations or excuse for failing them, this is just such dishonest and weird behaviour. I'm so sorry anon that you were put trough this, and good on you for noticing and pointing it out! I believe those people don't want to be accountable for anything they do, so when you even point it out, they just lash out in rage and try to hurt you as much as possible so you'd never call them out again, or just completely cut you off, when you've done nothing wrong, only caught onto them.

I'm sorry also that you had that slavic woman experience, I didn't know it was a common one! I thought I talked about myself a lot since I have a whole blog where I share my little stories and adventures, but I guess in private with people I'm much more reserved and assume that nobody wants to know all that hahaha. So sad our personalities have to change just for self preservation, I do believe there's nothing inherently wrong with us, we are just too conscious of everyone's needs and people exploit it.