#mr love angst

[lalunanymph]

THE MAKING OF A MRS.

shackled to sylus and stuck in the N109 zone with no way of leaving until you figure out how to remove the aether core bond between the two of you, you take up his offer (and begrudging help) to try and blend in with his high-stakes, high-rewards life. how? by learning struggling to be his wife

ᥫ᭡ sylus x fem!reader

ᥫ᭡ fem!reader, wife!reader, arranged marriage, contract marriage, fluff, crack, eventual s/mut, angst, close proximity, cuffed together trope, illegal stuff (it's sylus we're talking about), suggestive, luke and kieran try to play cupid, language, tension, enemies to friends to lovers, heavy illusions to the myth of hades and persephone, pregnancy mention, more tba...

ᥫ᭡ updates every week with shorter chapters!

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒…

lesson 1: becoming mrs. qin

lesson 2: bathtime

lesson 3: my side of the bed

lesson 4: dancing with our hands tied

lesson 5: baby shower

lesson 6: cock(crow)blocked

lesson 7: dangerous liasons

lesson 8: how to love

lesson 9: haunting me

lesson 10: a N109 welcome

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost, take elements of my story and claim it as yours. i strictly do not allow translations of my works across other platforms.

[snufk1nn]

[natalievoncatte]

2. Courage

Her breath came in fits and starts as Kara knelt on the floor of her apartment. She told herself it wasn’t real, that it wasn’t permanent, that Mxyzptlk was creating illusions, but it felt real. It felt more real than the wood beneath her palms. She still gasped as if cold hard fingers closed around her throat and another woman’s broken heart bathed her in a murdering light. She was sure that if she looked over at the stand up mirror she’d see sickly green lines slicing through her skin, but when she looked that was nothing.

“Well,” said Mxyzptlk, “that was a close scrape, then. Shall we have another go? Perhaps a bit more carefully worded this time.”

Kara looked up, red sun fury boiling in her eyes.

“Get out.”

“Kara, perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Get out,” Kara snarled, her voice chasing dust from the ceiling thin streamers. “Your gifts are poison. And stay away from Lena, do you hear me?”

He threw up his hands. “Fine then, fine then, I’ll go, but if you ever need me… I still owe you a favor.”

“Out!” Kara raged.

After he vanished, Alex stumbled back into the room, looking at Kara with shock and alarm. She glanced at J’onn, who formed a fight frown and said, “Kara, when you’re ready, if you want to talk, we can talk.”

Kara nodded with a dismissive wave. The door closed a moment later and Kara glanced over to see Alex still standing there.

“Sis?” she asked, her voice small.

Kara swallowed.

“What did he do?”

“He cheated,” Kara snapped. “He twisted things. He said he would help me fix things with Lena but made sure it wouldn’t work. He… it was hell, Alex, he showed me hell. Everyone kept dying. You, my friends, her. Every choice I made set off some… some dick genie bullshit that made all my wishes go wrong. The last one almost got me killed. For real. I was so stupid.”

“What did you ask for?”

“I asked him to make so we never met so she could be happy without me, and instead she died in the helicopter attack and her mother brought her back as Metallo to kill me.”

Alex blinked. “Jesus,” she whispered.

Kara began to shake, hugging herself. As the righteous fury faded, the towering grief swept in to take its place, a freezing wind following the setting of a tyrant sun. She crumpled, falling back into the couch.

Alex was there in an instant, wrapping Kara in a protective hug as she began to sob.

“What did he want to show me? That it wasn’t going to ever work? That we were just doomed from the start?”

Alex tensed, sucking in a sharp breath.

“He came to you and said he’d fix your friendship?”

“No, he said he’s grant me one gift, and that’s what I asked for.”

Alex went slack for a brief moment. When Kara turned to look at her, there was an expression of absolute shock on her face.

“You… you didn’t ask for your parents. Or to save Krypton. You asked for Lena.”

“Yeah,” Kara sniffed, “why?”

Alex looked thunderstruck. Kara had seen this expression before, when her sister had grasped something difficult or complex. It was the look of an epiphany, a realization.

“I don’t think he was trying to tell you there was never a chance,” Alex said, softly. “Maybe he wasn’t trying to tell you anything at all. Maybe the only thing that matters is what you took from it.”

“All it took from it is that it’s over,” Kara whimpered. “It’s all over. I never had a chance.”

Alex rubbed her back for a while. She seemed conflicted, opening her mouth to speak several times before closing it again.

“Why Lena? Why does she matter so much to you?”

Kara choked back and swallowed, hard. “She was my best friend before I ruined us. She made me feel like a whole person, and she loved me, she loved Kara in a way that nobody ever has. I felt this peace with her, and she made me so happy and contented when I was with her protected her. I just want another five minutes of that feeling.”

Alex was quiet again.

“You could have had Krypton back, or your parents, or… or Jeremiah… and you picked Lena.”

Kara heard the way her voice hitched and tensed, a cold knife running down her spine.

“Alex I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I was so stupid…”

“No,” Alex smoothed her hair, “no, kiddo. Shhh, it’s okay. I understand.”

There was an unspoken even if you don’t.

“What are you trying to say?”

Alex swallowed hard, tensing.

“I think you need to hear this, Kara, and you might have to hear it from me. Buying CatCo was not a friendly gesture. One does not drop almost a billion dollars to chitchat and gossip with a buddy. Filling your office with flowers was not a simple thank you, and Lena did not take learning about your identity the way a close friend would. At all.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I think you do, you just don’t want to see it because of what it means.”

“What?”

“Kara,” said Alex, “one does not burn their one wish on another person’s happiness unless they deeply care about that person. I don’t think I would have made a wish like that for Maggie.”

Kara’s head snapped up, almost dangerously fast. She stared straight ahead, past Alex, an electric fusion of terror and elation smashing together inside her like water on rocks. How could she be so blind?

“You think I’m in love with Lena.”

Alex nodded.

“Don’t think…”

“Office full of flowers,” said Alex.

Kara bolted to her feet, gently disentangling from her sister, and headed for the door.

“Kara?!” Alex demanded. “Please don’t do something you’ll regret.”

Kara paused at the door.

“I already did.”

When she touched down on the balcony, Lena was at her table in her kitchen, staring at a glass of scotch. The change in her heart rate and slight shift in her posture told Kara that she knew she was there.

Kara waited.

Lena rose, swallowed the last of her drink in a dramatic flourish, and stalked to the door. She swept it open and stood on the threshold, leaning against the frame to bar Kara’s way.

“Make it quick, I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara began.

“Not this again,” Lena sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Listen to me, God damn it,” Kara snapped.

Lena’s eyes widened at the profanity, and she didn’t move. She didn’t let Kara in.

She didn’t close the door, either.

“I’m listening.”

Kara swept her hands through her hair. She didn’t know where to start, so she just blurted it out.

“A fifth dimensional imp just gave me a chance to change history any way I wanted. Any way I wanted.”

“And this was the best that you could do?” Lena said, arching her eyebrow. She seemed so sharp and yet so lost and tired, the freighted eyes of a lonely girl hiding within her austere, cold beauty.

Eyes that Kara saw as a mirror of her own.

“All of the things I tried turned into monkey’s paw bullshit,” said Kara. “It was never going to work because getting a do-over was the coward’s way out. I can’t fix this unless I admit what I’ve done.”

“Oh, here we go,” said Lena. “Not the ‘I was only trying to protect you’, speech again.”

“You killed your brother for me and I was too cowardly to tell you my real name,” said Kara.

Lena’s face fell.

“I was too cowardly to tell you the truth. I was too scared that I might lose you. That wasn’t the worst part. I didn’t give you the faith that you put in me. I told myself over and over that you were the most important person in my life, and you know what? You are. I had a chance at anything, and I didn’t pick my birth family or my foster father or my culture or my entire planet. I picked you.”

Lena stared at her, visibly stunned.

“You matter more to me than anyone. If it was you or the chemicals I would have saved you and fuck the reservoir. If it was you or the city it would be you. If it was anyone or anything it would be you. Always you. But I didn’t treat you like that. I treated you like a threat, like spending to be scared of, and I took from you without giving, and I’m sorry.”

Standing up, Lena hugged herself, gaze locked with Kara’s.

“What do you want?”

“I want to fix it.”

“How?”

“We can fix it, together. I know you want to. You have a good heart, full of kindness. I just want to hold it in my palms and shelter and protect it and care for you always. I want it more than I want air to breath. If you want to fix and I want to fix it we can find a way. Not right now, not in five minutes, maybe not for years, but I will do anything to bring you back, and I don’t care what you do, I will never treat you like a villain.”

Lena licked her lips and looked away. Hot tears glittered on her cheeks as she pressed her eyelids shut and Kara ached with the pain of her revelation.

“If you don’t want to fix things with me, it’s okay. Just don’t do what you’re planning to do. Don’t hurt anyone, even with good intentions. Don’t let yourself become something you’re not because I didn’t have the courage to help you be all that you are.”

“Get off my balcony,” Lena choked out. “Go. Now, get away!”

Kara stumbled back as if struck, the force of those words crashing into her chest like a hammer, and she didn’t breath as she took off, careful to ascend slowly until she gained enough height.

Then she went hypersonic, her speed dragging out her shriek of rage and anguish behind her, Kara outrunning it even as she couldn’t outrun the fury and grief choking her chest. She flew and flew, past the clouds, flew as the air thinned, blasted into the very embrace of space until the air was gone and no one would ever hear her scream again.

She could hold her breath, she thought. Hold it for hours until she passed out and by the time her orbit decayed she’d be gone and her empty shell could tumble somewhere into the ocean and be forgotten.

A tiny voice whispered, you must live, Kara, so that we are not forgotten.

Kara let herself fall. She tumbled through the air, burning a crimson wake as she made reentry, slowing somewhere over the Pacific.

There was no hurry to get home. When she descended from her roof and walked down the stairs to her loft, she stumbled. There was not one heartbeat in her home, but two.

In a daze, she stumbled through the door and froze. Lena was sitting across from Alex, and for a wonder, Alex wasn’t trying to arrest or shoot her. They both had a beer in front of them and looked to be in mid conversation when Kara walked in.

On the table between them was Myriad. It looked so small, so inconsequential, this ultimate weapon built by her people to enslave their subjects.

Alex rose swiftly. “I’m going to get going. You two clearly have a lot to discuss.” She turned to Lena. “Hurt my sister like that again and next time I’ll fire the orbital fusion cannon at you.”

Lena glared, but said nothing.

Kara slowly pulled out a chair and sat down. Tentatively , she reached across and placed her hand on it, to pull it in. She froze as Lena’s hand settled on hers, fingers curling around Kara’s wrist.

“I’m sorry, too,” Lena offered, in a harsh whisper. “I’m sorry, Kara. I want to try, too.”

For the first time that night, Kara smiled.

It was not an easy or quick thing. A monument is not built in a day and things that last a lifetime are not easily forged. It took months, then years, for the trust to be rebuilt, its foundations made of bricks like lunches and sister night invitations, quiet shared meals and tentative questions that had already been answered, but in the end a wall rose, taller and stronger than ever before. Not a barrier that stood between them but a fortress that encircled and endured, made of stolen kisses and frantic nights and a pair of matching bracelets.

[ominus-potato]

Anyone want some silly Marware angst?!! :D

[aventurineswife]

This idea has been stuck in my head like a pinball so I'm just dumping it here-

Mr Reca x reader x Dr Ratio

I just think the dichotomy would be SO FUNNY. Like one is high strung and eccentric while the other is stoic and aloof. Like both of them pining for the same person would be amazing- idk I thought it would be cute.

The Director, The Scholar, and You

Summary: Caught between the fiery passion of Mr. Reca, a renowned but eccentric film director, and the stoic intellect of Dr. Ratio, a brilliant scholar from the Intelligentsia Guild, you find yourself at the center of an unexpected love triangle. As the two men vie for your attention, their contrasting personalities create tension, hilarity, and surprisingly heartfelt moments. When the cosmos aligns their paths, you realize there might be room for both their chaotic creativity and calm logic in your life.

Tags: Mr. Reca x Reader x Dr. Ratio, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers (Rivals to Allies), Humor, Found Family Dynamics, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst.

Warnings: Mild emotional conflict (arguments between Reca and Ratio), Slight mentions of career-related disappointments, Themes of memory manipulation and dream exploration.

The cosmos was vast and unpredictable, and yet somehow, you found yourself at the center of an extraordinary dilemma.

Your time at Penacony Paperfold University College, where you worked as a guest curator of rare cinematic artifacts, had introduced you to two very different men. On one side was Mr. Reca, the infamous Memokeeper and film director whose intense creative energy could both inspire and terrify. On the other side was Dr. Ratio, a brilliant member of the Intelligentsia Guild whose stoic demeanor and sharp intellect could cut through any argument like a blade.

Both of them, inexplicably, were vying for your attention.

It began with Mr. Reca's sudden arrival at the university to conduct a masterclass on cinematic storytelling. His assistant—a mechanical frog with a camera lens for an eye—leaped onto your desk one morning, startling you.

"You!" Mr. Reca had declared, pointing at you dramatically. "You have presence. A raw, untamed aura of authenticity. I need you to assist me in my latest project."

Before you could decline, Dr. Ratio entered the scene, clipboard in hand. His hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights as his piercing eyes scanned the room.

"Mr. Reca," he said flatly, "your methodology is unorthodox, to say the least. You cannot simply commandeer the university’s staff for your whims."

"And you," Reca shot back, "are precisely the kind of soulless bureaucrat that stifles creativity. Let them decide."

Caught between the fiery passion of the director and the icy logic of the scholar, you couldn’t help but feel a strange pull toward both of them.

As the days passed, their rivalry only grew more intense. Mr. Reca insisted you accompany him on his location scouts, dragging you to surreal dreamscapes and haunting memory fragments, all while his mechanical frog documented every moment.

“Feel that?” Reca asked, his voice low as he gestured to a shimmering dream bubble suspended in the air. “That’s the kind of truth I want to capture. Unfiltered, raw. Like you.”

Meanwhile, Ratio countered with intellectual challenges, inviting you to observe his lectures and philosophical debates. He had a way of making even the most abstract concepts seem approachable, and his occasional smirks hinted at a softer side beneath his austere exterior.

"You are far more capable than Reca gives you credit for," Ratio remarked one evening, as you walked back from a lecture on the nature of perception. "You have the potential to contribute to something meaningful—beyond his... theatrics."

It came to a head one night, during a university gala. Mr. Reca had unveiled a short film he’d been working on, a medley of fragmented memories and dreamlike visuals. As the audience applauded, he turned to you, his eyes filled with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“I made this for you,” he admitted. “To show you what I see in you.”

Ratio, standing nearby, let out a soft scoff. “Touching, but sentimentalism rarely withstands scrutiny. I believe our friend here deserves more than just flattery.”

He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You are brilliant. And you deserve partners who recognize your mind as much as your spirit.”

The tension between the two was palpable, and you found yourself caught between their gazes. Both of them offered something unique: Reca’s passion and creativity, Ratio’s intellect and stability. And both of them, it seemed, had come to see you as their muse.

The night ended with the three of you standing under the stars, the gala behind you. Reca leaned against a railing, his normally fiery demeanor subdued.

“I’ll be honest,” he said. “I’m not used to losing. Especially not to a stiff like him.” He gestured vaguely toward Ratio, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

��But,” Reca continued, “if I had to lose, I’d want it to be to someone you trust. Someone who makes you happy.”

Ratio crossed his arms, his tone softer than usual. “The decision is yours. Whatever you choose, I only ask that you stay true to yourself.”

Their words hung in the air, and for the first time, you realized you didn’t have to choose.

Weeks later, you found yourself at the center of an unlikely collaboration. Reca had begrudgingly accepted Ratio’s involvement in his latest project, and Ratio had agreed to lend his analytical expertise to Reca’s chaotic vision.

“It’s still nonsensical,” Ratio muttered, adjusting his notes as Reca’s mechanical frog leaped onto his shoulder.

“And you’re still a bore,” Reca replied, smirking. “But... maybe you’re not entirely useless.”

You laughed, watching as the two of them bickered. Somehow, amidst the chaos, you had found a way to bring balance to their dichotomy—and in doing so, discovered something extraordinary.

Perhaps you didn’t have to choose after all.

[marshmallomoon]

Sunshine (Mr. Plankton)

“Why do you still wear that”?

“Huh”

“Why do you still wear that thing on your finger mija”?

“Mamá can we not do this right now I still have to go to work” I asked letting out a tired sign she clicked her tongue in protest but didn’t make a move to saying anything more making do a little happy dance in my head.

“When’s papá getting home” “he should be here in a few minutes” “alright mamà tell him I said I love you” I said kissing her on her cheek before rushing out the door.

It’s 7:00 am now which means the bus should be coming in ten minutes I thought to myself as I rushed to the bus stop and just as predicted 7:10 on the dot the bus pulls up.

Once I’m finally situated on the bus I can finally relax for the next 30 minutes until I get to the hospital but as I sit on the bus I started wondering about what my mother said earlier about me wearing my ring. Truth be told I should’ve been taken it off and locked it somewhere never to be seen again but I feel like it’s the last thing I have of him it’s the one thing still tying us together despite the fact it’s been two long years since I’ve seen him.

7:40 we should be approaching the hospital right about now and just as I thought that I felt the bus jerk to a stop once I was off I speed walked my way in to the hospital doors knowing I have 20 minutes to get to the nurses stations so that night shift can be left off.

“Okay so Mr.kim still needs to monitored closely last night we tried giving him some water but he immediately threw that up” Jennie the night shift explained to me “okay I’ll give some ginger ale I’ll see how he does with that” I exclaimed while looking over the notes she took since last night.

(Sorry if that doesn’t make sense I was making it up as a wrote)

“I don’t know how you do it” Yuri another nurse aka my best friend said as she hurriedly made sure to get to her seat before the head nurse saw that she was late. “What don’t you get, the fact that I’m on time for work even though I live further than you do” I said with slight smirk o my face causing Yuri to hit my arm quite hard turning my smirk into a glare while I rubbed my arm.

“That and the fact that your so bright and sunny in the morning it honestly makes me want to punch you” Yuri told me with a pout on her face “wow” was all I could as I looked at her “I don’t have to start my rounds yet but would you feel better if I got you and iced americano” just as soon as those words left my mouth Yuri pout turned into a smile so big it could rival the sun making me narrow my eyes at her because not to long did she want to punch me for being happy in the morning “yes please” Yuri grinned at me as I rolled my eyes at her playfully before getting up and making my way down towards the cafe.

As I made my way to the computer to order two ice coffee’s I realized I left my wallet in my locker making me release a frustrated breath at the fact that I had to go all the way back upstairs.

“Oh back already” Yuri said popping out of nowhere scaring me but as she scanned my figure she frowned once she saw I didn’t have anything in my hands “hey-” “relax I’m going to get my wallet from the locker you brat” i spoke as I walked passed her leaving Yuri to grumble under her breath.

Finally retrieving my card I make my way back downstairs to head to the cafe again from the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a male that almost seemed to look li- no I shook my head at myself for even thinking of that idea I must be more tired than I thought I really didn’t get any sleep last night lately for some reason I’ve been feeling really anxious out of nowhere like somethings coming but I just didn’t know what

And oh how right I was.

(Alright I’m going to end it here and I just want to make a few things clear y/n will be half Korean and half Mexican you’ll learn a little bit more about her parents in the story and absolutely will there not be any spice lately me personally that’s all I see and it can get annoying so I decided for myself to make stories without them)

[fangirls-other-art]

I’ll admit it, I’ve been a bit obsessed with these ladies lately lol

Please Do Not Repost!

Reblogging is appreciated but not necessary ^^

[coppercatz]

hello!!! trying out posting osc stuff!!! (my true passion)

i recently binged all of ppt2 with @pi-roach and we had a lot of fun!!!!!! we both redrew random ass screenshots lol. here's mine!

mr hand my beloved (original below cut)

[aanthonyvb]

More good vibes

[niranutcake]

Drop your self-insert oc hugging Mr Puzzles art NOW ⬇️

We need to smother this man with affection

[willowandthesagaofgayyearning]

Ever thought about how Mccoy is the type of guy that both Spock and Jim know he loves them and both Spock and Jim outwardly say the words but Bones is never able to say it out loud and regrets it long after both the others are dead and has always regretted it

[drakkonyan]

Look man, if your main character ain't putting on a happy and people pleasing facade while going thru more shit than anyone should ever go thru and having a hero complex that at the same time gets constantly reinforced because they keep being some people's only chance, I don't want anything bout em. Period.

[mrs-chonk]

When ur at 600 words but you barely even started the fic ...

sevika x reader , you will be released to the public soon ,, I PINKY SWEAR

[g0gglez-bl0gglez]

GOGGLEZ SILLY FUN FACT!!!

I have my own lil MIND and HEART!

Heart being red and mind being blue! I love flesh and machine sillies! [they are siblings!!!] EDIT!!! CLARIFYING THESE ARE MY OWN OCS NOT A CCCC SPIN OFF <333

[anhonest-puck]

more anderperry because i miss them (under the cut, 630 words) (also in an au where lettermans are a thing and not achievement pins or whatever 😭)

about a week or so after neil died, his mom had come up to welton to help todd clean out his stuff. over the few hours she was there, the two had bonded quite well. todd sharing his story with her (this being a big feat for him, he’d never been good at telling people about his childhood). around the end, they had finally come to his things that he’d used or worn the most often. some things in the pile were his favorite shoes, a childhood plushie that he insisted that he couldn’t sleep without, and his wallet. also in the pile of things that laid on neil’s old bed was his tattered, worn (but well loved) letterman. todd loved neil’s letterman, nagging neil to get to wear it every chance he got. 

“neil i’m cold, can i borrow it one more time?” of course, neil would always cave and say yes, but todd savored every moment with his jacket on. to him, it was a promise. a promise of “i’ll be with you no matter what. even when i’m not there physically, i’m there; supporting you every step of the path you take.” it was like a long hug from neil. he enjoyed every minute with it on, basking in its warmth and comfort. it smelled like home. because to him, neil was home.

“so what would you like to do with it?” mrs perry muttered. she held it up. there in his right pocket, where he’d always put his hand, was a small slip of paper. she took it out gently and read the front of the slip out loud: “to: toddy” oh god. 

“i think this is for you then?” she sighed, handing the note and the jacket over to a rather speechless todd. he timidly opened the note. the writing was scribbled, but somehow the scribbled letters felt like home. home, home, home.

“toddy,

i know that this whole situation seems like absolute shit. i’m sorry. i’d understand it if you’d never forgive me; however, i know how much you loved my jacket (i noticed, you weren’t slick). so as my final parting gift, i wanted to give this to you. i hope this letter doesn’t go unnoticed, and you toss my jacket under the bed, but if you read this: know that i love you. nothing will ever change that. i’ll miss you. stay safe for me, alright toddy bear?

from, neil. 

dated: december 4th, 1959.”

from that moment todd knew that he had planned his death ahead of time. it wasn’t a ‘final hurrah’ like he had previously thought. but god, why didn’t he tell todd? maybe he had thought that it was too much of a burden. was he angry? no, anything but angry. he was upset. he left todd. alone.

 it was absurd of him to even think about tossing something so valuable and meaningful into a place where it would simply collect dust and be forgotten about, which wasn’t what neil deserved. his memory deserved to be hung up and shown to the whole world, the patches of sports he’d played and clubs he was a part of displayed in all their ragged but beautiful glory. 

todd didn’t know how long he’d sat there, staring at the note, but by the time mrs perry snapped at him to bring him back down to earth, he’d noticed that there were several tear stains on the page. he had read it and reread it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. he finally let out a small laugh.

“toddy bear… really neil?” he giggled through tears.

and just like he used to, neil had made todd smile for the last time.

[mockoncheese]

Mr. Ragdoll :ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter Background

A vague background of of Mr. Ragdoll explains that in chapter 1, and other few chapters, MC have encountered a few things which have shown his subtle appearances. The porcelain doll in the hallway somewhere in the starting of chapter 1 where MC has only started to find her way out alone and Mr. Crawling only intends to follow.

Exhibit A :

This time where she saw that porcelain doll was when she should have known that there was an another presence with them (only Mr. Crawling did). On the other hand, Mr. Ragdoll who has felt that there is someone new with them in the underworld has him interested. Sending one of his collections to see who it was (MC). Ending up his precious possession going to waste after being broken by her because of Mr. Crawling's advice to break it.

Exhibit B :

Mr. Ragdoll took the doll after them leaving the scene.

The following event where she and Mr. Crawling saw four teddy bears; one big, two with a same size, and one that has a torn leg, were also Mr. Ragdoll's possessions.

[insert from my scratches] * His relations with the other characters are pretty neutral except for Mr. Stitch and Hooded Child, they always try to get too careless around his things that one of his creations were destroyed. Hinting that one teddy bear with a torn leg in one of the routes. He didn't want to throw it so he just put in a place with the three other teddy bears, knowing he can go see them everytime he wants.

His appearances in the game isn't as relevant as the others which is similar to Mr. Wheelchair, but it's not deniable that Mr. Ragdoll has also taken his own interest towards the MC.

Little more details about him that I made.

Mr. Ragdoll 's face has stitches that includes his mouth, as this hinders his ability to communicate, the only way he can express himself by words is a pen and a paper. Since Mr. Ragdoll has his own place for making dolls, he probably has the materials. If other monsters can be understood by speaking their language, he speaks by writing poorly Nihongo characters that will look just as the same as the language characters you see in the game. The reason why he can't be out there and talk to anyone is because it will be hard for him to communicate in his condition he caused himself (which was stupid). He's also unable to communicate when there's danger so he will definitely take actions without a word.

Mr. Ragdoll eats human flesh the same as what other monsters eat, but he doesn't slaughter people for it. Instead, he eats human flesh from dead people (sometimes left overs from Mr. Silvair's/Silver's experiments). But if MC kills for him for food then he wouldn't mind, as if he can do anything about what she will do anyway.

One of the reasons for his quite blood stained appearance is because of Mr. Machete, after a few moments of him having turned into a monster. He came across Mr. Machete on the same path where MC found him. Mr. Machete challenged him by throwing the weapon he has and having Mr. Ragdoll severely injured on the shoulder, but he's not one to step back on a fight either so he went for a 1 on 1 with the bigger one. Ending up losing because he has no weapon and only injured on different parts of his body.

Mr. Ragdoll was originally a human who also has been trapped in the underworld. Unfortunately, being unable to get out that took him more than long enough has made him turn into one of the monsters and forget his sense of identity except for the fact that he was once a human. And he would admit about how much he wants to go back as a human, even though he is not the type to express himself a lot, not even to MC.

Mr. Ragdoll likes dolls even back in his human days, as he believed that things like dolls can possess life like normal humans, or for his metaphoric expression—that stuffed toys or dolls can give the same warmth like humans do. (He also used to be a doll maker back then.)

His form/appearance shows his fondness for dolls, but in the literal sense—it's quite displeasing. An unsettling side fact of him is that his obsession for dolls got worse when he knew that his body can regenerate or not kill him after morphing into a monster. That made him tear his left arm and sew the deep and severe wound as he would love to look like a doll himself. The stitches on his face are a part of that desire too, except for his mouth that he didn't like because of his attempt to give it a beautiful cut upwards, but it failed and only ending up stitching it close. It makes him unable to talk. The reason why the stitch on his lips are upside down is to prevent some flesh from dangling out. The stitches on his other body parts are also because of the doll getup he desires to achieve.

Mr. Ragdoll 's favorite doll is that porcelain doll MC broke, he tried fixing it again after taking it away when they left it. That's why the doll can still be seen somewhere.

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A side fact, Mr. Ragdoll created a doll that looks like MC out of his interest, he's not shown that throughout the game however. As he preferred hiding himself from the attention. He is already contented with the doll he has.

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i think this ends here for now, i'll follow up his past life (human version) soon. thanks for reading throughout the whole thing! Raggy would give you a doll if he could. :3