hello! love your art. i was curious on why you like rollo so much. sorry if this has been asked before. have a great day!
I don't think it has ever been asked but here's a few things I can think about why...
Also that scowl !!!!!
And I rwas convinced he'd be a short character but no ! he's near 1m80 and it threw me off as well as when he just ??? appeared out of nowhere when I decided to make that frollo halloween costume yuu art... He's been haunting me since day one
Whenever I see anything that looks like priest robes I lock in on the character.
And everything became even better when Glomas event released on the EN servers and the brainrot that was dormant until then came back stronger.
I like his backstory and his motives, how he's unhinged sometimes. he just really need support and rest honestly, if only he accepts to get both
The way he's alright with yuu because no magic, and that yuu is kinda just vibing thourghout the event since the flower's don't do much to them.
it's like 4am and I'm sitting here rambling about rollo, might correct text tomorrow if needed I should go now, thanks for listening to my explanations !
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would love some eddie fluff! currentlydaydreaming about being his passenger princess
warnings: fluff! suggestive content. fem reader. 650 words
a/n: please talk to me/send requests anytime i am a chronic yapper!! thank u for reading <33
“you can get ink poisoning from this stuff, y’know. it like, seeps into your bloodstream. i could be dying.”
your arm, hanging out the passenger window of eddie’s van, is branded from wrist to elbow in sharpie doodles of spiders and dead flowers.
sparing you a glance from where his gaze is settled on the road ahead, eddie rolls his eyes so hard they might fall out of his head. “yeah, and sitting too close to the tv makes you blind. relax, sweetheart.”
he’s got one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, kneading and prodding at your skin with ringed fingers. sometimes he'll drum along to a song on the radio or on loop in his head - today he just squeezes.
“i’m serious, you douchebag.”
“so am i. there’s no way thats gonna give you ink poisoning in one go. plus, you’re not allowed to die before me.”
you already have a retort bubbling beneath the surface, something about having poison control on speed dial, but sometimes its nicer just to let him talk. especially when he's so nice to look at. you can tell today was a hair wash day - it's dried all fluffy in the spring air and the sunlight turns it caramel.
“and i," he pauses, and with the kind of dramatic affectation that seems to come as natural to him as breathing, lifts one hand from the wheel; "am quickly building a habit of cheating death."
your heart swells in your chest. “lucky me."
he smiles at you, blinding, and you have to look away again in an instant. it’s so devastatingly handsome that you feel a little bit sick.
“aww, honey - you're only saying that cause you just had my tongue down your throat.”
he punctuates his words with another squeeze of your thigh. he’s right. your mouth still tastes of the dr pepper in his cupholder.
“stop talking shit if you wanna put it anywhere near me again.”
eddie pretends to lose control of the wheel then, voice pitching up two octaves as his steering hand slaps harshly at his chest. “near you? near you? you’re seriously understating my perversions here, sweetheart.”
the van barely wobbles, but your heart nearly falls out of your ass just the same.
"eddie!"
he drops the act a few seconds too late for your liking, smiling gentle and putting his hand back on the wheel. you roll your eyes and hide a smile into your lap.
“idiot. are we going out or staying in tonight?”
he thinks about it for not longer than a few seconds, sighing low and even. “whatever you like, angel. got a microwave lasagna with your pretty name all over it, if that'll sway your decision."
a little hum of satisfaction bubbles up from your chest and fills the air between you. eddie smiles at the sound like he’s just won an oscar. you want him to look at you like that forever.
“sure. just -uh, you’re sure you don’t mind being cooped up again? i know you haven't seen the guys in a while-”
eddie’s hand on your thigh squeezes tight around your flesh. the skull on his index finger brushes a lovely spot where the seam of your jeans usually indents.
“never. 's a crucial part of my mystique. 'where’s munson fucked off to?' nobody knows.”
he does a ridiculous little hand gesture as he speaks. it makes you want to pull over and kiss him silly.
instead you settle for lifting his hand on your leg and biting the top of his hand affectionately.
eddie sighs all dreamy like a disney princess, eyes flicking from the road momentarily to watch your teeth sink into his skin.
“god you’re weird. i’m obsessed with you.”
your whole body lights up from within.
"good. take me home, and then we can circle back to those perversions."
"yes m'aam."
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honestly, sometimes gender just feels like a game to me. a roleplay game, a game of pretend, and game where you walk up onto a stage and pretend to be something or someone else. it's not you- nothing in this life could ever fully describe who I really am. I'm just me. but still, people want to see you in a certain way. and playing pretend and roles and acting is fun, especially if you like the role. and I like girls. so sure, call me a woman or a lady or ms or m'aam! but that's not me.
it's just a role I use whenever I have to interact with people, a game I play. It's not real. I don't want it taken so seriously that it changes the way others view who I really am- I don't want my genuine identity to be overlooked in favor of a "gender", which to me is merely a costume.
(this post was much longer before. this sums it up better tho LOL)
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