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daistea · 11 months ago

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Since you take requests, would I be able to ask for something with Mithrun and Kabru with like a reader that's kind of dense with social cues/hints (especially if they're romantic)?

(I had people confess their love to me, and I still didn't get it till they put it in very clear terms)

(it's probably the 'tism, but I digress. )

I think it's potentially an absolutely hellerious dynamic since Kabru always plays 5D chess with every social interaction. As for Mithrun, I think it's funny to think how the other canaries would just be repeatedly hitting their head on the wall because their captain won't say it straight and they just don't g e t i t.

Ps: I absolutely love how in-depth all of your understanding of characters and their personalities are, and I just hxfhxdvgudts.

This blog just brings me so much joy

Yaaa!!

“Iᴛ’s ᴀ Dᴀᴛᴇ” Kᴀʙʀᴜ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, Mɪᴛʜʀᴜɴ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

gn reader

5000 words ;P

Warning: reader is very oblivious. Like incomprehensibly oblivious (for the lolz)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

♡ Kabru ♡

- Kabru has had little flings here and there throughout his life. He treated every partner with respect, of course, but Kabru wasn’t particularly looking for love. He doesn’t dislike the idea of love, it just hasn’t happened yet.

- So, when Kabru starts to genuinely fall in love with someone, it’s a new feeling. He’s observant enough to recognize what it is.

- Unfortunately, the person he’s falling in love with is you.

“He’s been unusually quiet lately,” Holm remarked. Who he was remarking that to remained to be seen. Mickbell didn’t care much. Kuro had other things to worry about. And Rin had already made the same observation three times earlier that day.

The first floor of the dungeon was always crowded, and Kabru’s ears were usually open for anything that could be of use. The leather armor merchant to his left had recently raised his prices. The cobbler to the right was in an argument with an older lady over the shape of a patch he’d made on her favorite boots. And Holm was concerned about Kabru’s recent lack of observations; as concerned as Holm could be.

“Is that really such a shock?” Kabru sent Holm a smile over his shoulder. “I’m not exactly a chatterbox.”

But he was aware of himself enough to know that his behavior lately had been odd. He was usually so good at hiding it, too, but the comfort of his friends seemed to lower his walls. Without realizing it, Kabru had spent their latest dungeon expedition sighing to himself, staring at walls, and missing the details of important things. On the third floor, they’d encountered thieves. His party always relied on him to clock the intentions of approaching adventurers— thieves tended to be overly familiar, friendly, and a bit too eager— but Kabru’s mind was elsewhere. The thieves attacked, and it had genuinely taken him by surprise. The fight wasn’t hard, but Kabru’s lack of preparation set off alarms in Rin and Holm’s heads.

“You’re not,” Rin agreed. Her brow furrowed and she got that cute little line on her forehead again. “However, you’ve really been out of it.”

“Have you been thinking about that person again?” Holm asked.

That person. That person? Kabru knew a lot of persons. The whole first level was filled to the brim with persons, half of them being his acquaintances. Kabru had zero desire to admit that he knew precisely who Holm was referring to, though, and decided to keep his gaze straight ahead as he weaved through the crowd.

When he didn’t respond, Mickbell laughed, “Yeah, he’s thinking of them alright.”

“Heat?” Kuro asked.

Mickbell scoffed from his place on Kuro’s shoulders, “Tall-men don’t go into heat! At least I don’t think so. But they catch feelings, like a cold. Kabru’s caught a cold.”

“Not sneezing,” Kuro mumbled.

“A feelings cold, I mean! The worst kind.”

That was one way to put it. Kabru couldn’t help but sigh as he led the party towards a quieter spot in the corner. Once they were out of the sea of people, he leaned against the stone wall and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t have feelings, I’m simply curious,” he said.

Curious. Right. Mickbell sent him a scrunched up, narrow-eyed look that was reminiscent of constipation. Yet, Rin interjected before the half-foot could say something heinous. “What’re you curious about, particularly?” She asked.

“Good question,” Kabru folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head in thought.

What was he curious about? You held so many secrets. You had this look in your eyes that drew him, a look that reminded him of a room in his mother’s house. She always told him to not go inside. Her rules only made him want to turn the knob even more. And when he finally did disobey her and go inside, all he saw were boxes full of ceramic unicorn miniatures. Still, the rush of satisfaction he’d felt at finally knowing what was in there couldn’t be matched. That’s what he wanted to do to you, open your door and take a peek.

Or, perhaps a ‘peek’ was an understatement. He wanted to meticulously inspect every inch of your mind with a microscope, to know the atoms unseen by the human eye, to be intimately acquainted with every molecule you possessed.

“He’s zoned out again,” Holm muttered, ripping Kabru out of his thoughts.

He looked up, eyes widening at the observation. Holm was right, he was zoned out again, staring at the dirt on the floor and contemplating you.

He forced a smile, “Don’t worry about me, really. I’m just preoccupied. It’s that person, I simply want to know their intentions.”

“Intentions for what?” Rin asked.

For everything. There was no simple answer.

“Oh hey,” Mickbell glanced over his shoulder. His voice was flat as he scanned the room, “There they are.”

Kabru followed Mickbell’s gaze, a straight line that led directly to you— all lines seemed to lead directly to you lately. His heart clenched in a way that was both unpleasant and addictive. Without realizing it, he pushed away from the wall and began striding toward where you stood.

“Wait,” Rin grabbed his arm as he passed. Kabru blinked, looking down at her and waiting for her to speak. She met his eyes and frowned, “I think you’re going to be disappointed. They’re not as mysterious as you think they are.”

Nonsense. You were incredibly mysterious. Kabru could tell you had secrets, layers. He dreamed of pulling them back one by one.

“They couldn’t disappoint me,” he sent Rin a smile that he hoped was reassuring— he knew it was, he’d practiced it in the mirror and on other people all the time.

“I think they will,” she argued.

“They won’t,” his smile faltered just the slightest. Rin didn’t usually get involved in Kabru’s… hobby. Did she know something he didn’t? He decided to not ask outright, accepting the challenge of figuring out the meaning behind her concern on his own.

Rin let go of his arm and Kabru was free to go. His mind switched elsewhere, onto you, and before he knew it he was already slipping through the crowd of bodies to reach you.

You were in front of the vegetable seller’s stand, inspecting a lumpy potato. Kabru knew the vegetable seller was cheating on his wife. Usually, he’d try to get more out of the man, digging deeper simply for the sake of knowing. Yet, you stood there, beautiful and mind-consuming. What did Rin mean by ‘I think you’re going to be disappointed’? Kabru was rarely disappointed with secrets.

“Hey,” he raised a hand as he neared. You looked up from the potato and returned his smile. There was that look in your eyes again, that closed door he desperately needed the key to.

He loved crowds. He loved the hundreds of voices. He loved listening to each one and assigning them meaning, picking apart their words, filing them away into neat little categories. Yet, the crowd might as well have disappeared. All he saw was you. All he wanted was you and your words and your thoughts and your fears and your goals and your likes and your dislikes and your intentions and your—

“Oh hey,” your voice cut through the wants like the slash of a sword, “Kapru.”

Kapru.

His brows furrowed and he plastered on a polite smile— also practiced in the mirror. “It’s Kabru.”

“Right, sorry,” you shrugged.

Were you playing with him? Were you sending your pawn out, a piece that you expected him to take for the sake of a larger, more powerful move? Was it bait?

“How are you?” He forced himself to ask, though he could hear the weakness in his voice. He desperately hoped you wouldn’t notice.

You only tilted your head in thought, “I’m fine. Just buying potatoes.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other,” Kabru said. It was a lie, you saw him last week. “My party and I are about to go back to the surface to restock. We could grab a drink if you wanted.”

“Why?” You asked.

Why? Why? Kabru couldn’t say why. He wouldn’t say why. ‘I want to take detailed notes on every word you say, every gesture, every breath’ wouldn’t be helpful to his cause in the least.

“Because we’re friends,” he slowly explained. Again, there was that hint of weakness lacing every syllable. He wanted to tear his voice box apart and reconstruct it in a way that wouldn’t falter every time he saw you.

But you didn’t seem to notice. “Alright,” you sent him a smile that made his heart clench.

Alright. Kabru’s smile relaxed, “Alright,” he echoed. “It’s a date.”

‘It’s a date’ was a common saying, of course. But it still held implications, it still held desires, it still signified something more— At least to him it did.

You remained unphased by it, though. Usually, when Kabru said that, there would be a laugh or blush or the widening of eyes. You gave him nothing of the sort. No flirtatious looks, no intention-laced smile, no flicker of recognition.

“See you then,” was all you said.

Rin was wrong. You couldn’t disappoint him. Opening your doors and peeking inside your mind would be so satisfying.

- You go on several dates with Kabru without realizing they’re dates.

- After one date when you make friends with the next table over and invite them to join your meal, introducing Kabru as ‘my friend’ and not ‘the man who is courting me’ or ‘my boyfriend’, he begins to wonder…

- Do you not realize that these are dates?

Kabru knew he had the tendency to stare, but he usually kept that urge locked away for the sake of masking. Always masking. Always aware of his surroundings and the people and the words and the looks.

He kept his staring urge hidden at first. Yet as time passed, as you went on more dates, he couldn’t help himself. He had to stare. He had to drink in every detail of your face, coveting it all as a desert wanderer would covet water.

And you didn’t seem to mind. You would give him this look sometimes, a look he couldn’t quite decipher. It was a mixture between affection and confusion and bashfulness. It was his favorite expression of yours and never failed to put butterflies in his stomach.

Kabru knew he was falling in love. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, but he’d never been truly in love before. At night when he forced himself into bed, he stared at the ceiling and mused on the future you had together. Neither of you had said anything to make the relationship official, but was that even needed? It was obvious that you were together— to him, at least.

Kabru held your hand as he led you through the crowded streets. Once you caught up to his side, he placed his palm on the small of your back. He wasn’t much for PDA, but it was a necessity when traversing the island together. He didn’t want to lose you in the crowd.

Once you were in a more quiet spot, he sent you a smile, “I have to ask, I’m too curious; What’s your favorite date that we’ve had together?”

You thought for a moment, “Hm… I would have to say last week. It was a Thursday. I like Thursdays anyway. I think it was the 7th? Yeah. June 7th, Thursday. That’s a good date, it’s a bit cool outside and all the flowers are blooming. But if I had to say which one was my favorite, I think it would be April 18th. I’m not sure that we spent that date together, though.”

…Okay.

Like the sunset rising over the mountains, it began to dawn on him.

Were you stupid?

No, you weren’t stupid. He had seen you in the dungeon before, how you fought and strategized and reacted. You couldn’t be stupid.

Then what? Were you playing hard to get? Were you teasing him? Was this a move on the board, your Knight piece pressing forward to continue the assault? Kabru needed to know.

He kept his hand on your back but his gaze straight ahead. “That’s nice,” he said. It wasn’t nice, actually. “What about when we hold hands? Do you enjoy that?”

You shrugged, “It helps us keep track of each other as we go through a crowd.”

“But I hold your hand even when we’re not around other people.”

The face you made betrayed your true thoughts. “Yeah, it seems like your hands are cold a lot. You really should start keeping gloves with you.”

“...Do you think I’m holding your hand because my fingers are cold?”

Another flash of confusion, another furrow of your brows. “Why else would you hold my hand?”

The sun rose completely over the mountains and the daytime, clear and bright, engulfed his world.

You had no clue.

- This stresses Kabru out immensely.

- He starts taking notes. He has a special little book just for you. A lot of the pages are filled with scribbles and question marks.

- He makes a plan on what to do. He’s going to up the ante, he’s going to make his feelings so clear that you can’t ignore them or be oblivious even if you tried.

- He starts getting more touchy. He kisses your forehead often. He kisses your knuckles. He’s around you all the time, every chance he gets. He tells you you’re beautiful. He says that he wants you to meet his mother. He talks about your future together.

- You say, “Oh, your mom? Cool. You think we’ll get along? I’m always up for making new friends.”

- “You want a future with me? Well, I’m free next Wednesday.”

“I like you,” Kabru was breathless and wide-eyed. His hair was a mess from how often he’d run his fingers through it. He was disheveled and hadn’t slept the entire night.

You glanced up from the book you were reading, “Oh? Cool, thanks.”

He sent you a look. “No, I mean I love you.”

“Yeah,” you flipped a page in the book, “love you too.”

“You do?” Hope bloomed and unfurled like a spring flower. Kabru felt his cheeks grow warm, a fire igniting within him.

“Yeah,” you said lightly, “I love all my friends, of course.”

That spring flower suddenly wilted. The fire was doused by a cold bucket of water in the form of your words. Kabru wanted to scream and bang his head against the wall.

“You don’t get it,” he hissed through clenched teeth, fingers tensing as he leaned forward, desperate. “I’m in love with you. This is really hard for me to say, but I think you need to hear it like this. I love you. I love you. I love you…” Somehow, his cheeks went even hotter. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed his embarrassment, “I-I… Sorry. I just need you like I need oxygen. I…”

You snorted, “You don’t need me to breathe, I’m a person not an organ. You’re breathing right now just fine.”

He was not breathing just fine, but that was beside the point.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Kabru said. He could hear how strained his voice sounded.

You watched as he walked away, rounding a corner and disappearing from sight. Then he screamed. It sounded like he also kicked something, a crate or box maybe.

How odd.

- When it finally gets through your head, he’s actually a bit satisfied by your embarrassment at it all. Yes, please do acknowledge your obliviousness. Please do apologize for treating his love confession so casually. When you do so, he feels as if he could melt from the relief.

- He still wants to bang his head on the wall, though.

- And he’s spent a lot of nights screaming into his pillow.

- Kabru continues to play 5d chess with you, just simply out of habit, but you’re playing Hungry Hungry Hippos the entire time. He still finds himself trying to pick apart your actions and responses, but he’s learned how to take things at face value when it comes to you. It’s a difficult adjustment, but one he’s willing to make.

- He starts to learn, take more notes, observe your behavior. For dates, he lays it out carefully. You two are going to do this specific thing. Why? Because he would like to see you happy, and hold your hand, and kiss you. Why? Because he loves you. Now you get it.

- You’re fascinating actually. Genuinely, he starts to adore how your brain works. He wants to pick it apart and hold the pieces up to a magnifying glass.

♡ Mithrun ♡

- He does not care.

- Be as oblivious as you want, that’s not going to stop Mithrun.

- The Canaries, however, are going insane.

“How’s it going with them?” Pattadol asked. Her hands were folded in front of her in that polite way, the way that told Mithrun that his second in command had something on her mind. Pattadol thought she was subtle. She was not.

And he knew precisely who she was referring to. Might as well give her an answer that’ll satisfy her curiosity, lest she keep asking questions.

“Fine,” he answered, “just fine.”

Yet, Pattadol’s brow furrowed. Not a good sign.

“Just fine?” She asked. Her voice went up a pitch. “It’s just fine? Really?”

“Really.”

She unlaced her fingers and spread out her hands as if gesturing to something, but all that surrounded them was Mithrun’s under-decorated living quarters. There was really nothing to gesture at besides the wooden cabinets and the bed. Mithrun waited, aware that she was picking through her piles of thoughts— probably thoughts mixed with screams of frustration— to find the right words.

Finally, Pattadol forced a shaken smile, “It’s clear to anyone that knows you that you’re in love with them, Captain.”

That was what she decided to say? It was a bit blunt for Pattadol’s usual style. Mithrun only shrugged, “Yeah, you’re right. It’s pretty obvious.”

“So why haven’t they noticed yet?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I want you to be happy for once!” Pattadol snapped, but she then took a deep breath, “Sorry, Captain, I didn’t mean to sound that way. This is hard for me, talking so openly about these things… But it’s so frustrating to watch.”

Mithrun could understand that. While he personally wasn’t frustrated by the circumstances, he knew that the Canaries couldn’t stand watching his interactions with you. It wasn’t a big deal in the long run, in his opinion. They’d get over it.

“Thank you,” he answered.

“Do you have any ideas on how we can do that?”

“Do what?”

Pattadol’s eye twitched ever so slightly. Her fingers tensed like claws, and Mithrun felt the corner of his lips turn up in a barely-there smirk. But genuinely, he wasn’t sure what she referred to. Did she mean the part about him being happy, or the part about you being oblivious? She should’ve been more clear.

“About…” she hesitated. Obviously she wasn’t sure what she meant either. She then nodded as if deciding, “About everything. About the obliviousness, your happiness, etcetera.”

He didn’t know what the etcetera referred to, but didn’t care to ask. “You don’t have to do anything,” Mithrun assured her as he leaned back in the chair and folded his arms. The wood creaked slightly from the movement. Everything on this boat creaked, as was the nature of boats, he guessed.

“I would like to do something,” Pattadol nodded, determined. “We all would.”

A shrug, “Alright. Then do something.”

- Pattadol, over-achiever and top student and certified Girl Who Cares Too Much, takes that as a challenge.

- Cithis only joins because she thinks it’ll be funny.

- Fleki also only joins because she thinks it’ll be funny.

- And Lycion also also joins because he thinks it’ll be funny (though he does care on some level. Not really about you, but about Mithrun. And it’s painful to watch.)

- Otta is forced to join.

- The attempts are weak at first, like dipping a toe into the water to see how cold it is. Mithrun only has so much patience for interference with his life, so they have to be smart and tread carefully.

- Pattadol gives Mithrun a hint. “There’s some pretty flowers growing beside the road over there. You should give one to them!”

- “What would they need a flower for?”

- Mithrun asks that on purpose. He knows precisely what he’s doing. Yes, people generally like receiving flowers, he knows that. But he also believes that flowers are useless gifts.

- “Then what present do you suggest?” Pattadol asks.

- Mithrun has an idea. He gets you soap. Everybody uses soap (hopefully) It’s a useful gift, and if he gives you the same kind he uses then he’ll get some weird sick flicker of pleasure from having his scent on you. (He wisely chooses to not say that part aloud.)

You held the little bar of soap in your hands as if it were an injured baby bird you found on the ground. Yet your feelings towards it were far from protective or empathetic. This soap said something. It had a mouth and it used it to scream.

You met Mithrun’s flat gaze, “Soap…”

He nodded, “Yeah. Soap. It’s a gift for you.”

For you?

Mithrun continued, “It’s the same kind I use. Smells the same.”

It felt as if you’d swallowed a handful of pebbles and they all had gotten stuck in your throat. “Do you… think I’m stinky?”

You cursed yourself for even asking that. What a useless question. Obviously, he thought you stank! He gave you soap! He was trying to tell you something, being subtle and polite for once! Usually Mithrun would just say it bluntly, but he’d been working on his desires lately. Perhaps he’d also decided to embrace societal expectations? You weren’t sure. But soap. Soap!

You didn’t notice how Mithrun tensed. You didn’t see him quickly blink several times and tilt his head. You didn’t see the slight widening of his good eye. “No, I—“

“I’ll go use this right now,” you interrupted, “I’ll go wash away my stench so you can finally stand to be near me.”

Despite the horror, you were a bit proud of yourself. You’d taken a hint, maybe you were getting less oblivious.

- In your defense, a bar of soap is a weird gift.

- Alright. Mithrun admits it, he needs help. He’s not so prideful anymore that he won’t admit that he doesn’t know what to do.

- Pattadol is really triumphant about that but does her best not to show it.

- Plan B: make it so obvious that you have no choice but to realize his feelings.

“This has to be the most physically uncomfortable I’ve felt in a very long time,” Mithrun said as he tugged at the ends of the fancy, over-decorated blouse the Canaries had put him in. “I honestly prefer Cithis’s frilly dresses.”

Which was saying something. Mithrun had a preference? That was a good sign.

“It makes you look handsome,” Pattadol said.

“The only thing it makes me is itchy,” he corrected.

The Canaries had somehow found a blouse— not a shirt or tunic, a blouse— that made Mithrun feel something other than indifference. He usually didn’t care about what he wore, as long as it was comfortable, but the clothes they’d stuffed him into were offensive to human-kind, like vegan bacon.

It had a big frill on the front and puffy sleeves. It was somehow both too flowy and too tight at the same time. The trousers weren’t much better, digging into his legs. And the shoes…

Mithrun didn’t want to talk about the shoes.

It was clear to him that Fleki and Cithis had only contributed to the outfit because they thought it would be amusing. Good for them, he supposed. Pattadol seemed to genuinely like it, Otta looked horrified, and Lycion was in some in between state where he wanted to show pity but couldn’t quite stifle his giggles.

“Remind me again what the point of this is?” Mithrun asked with a sigh.

“We got them to agree to a date!” Pattadol said, grinning, “I said outright ‘it’s a date’ so there would be no confusion. I made it clear that the date was with you. Now, if you show up looking like a million gold with a bouquet of flowers, they’ll get the hint.”

Mithrun did not want to do that.

Mithrun rarely wanted to do anything, but this just felt wrong. In his opinion, the relationship between you and him would develop naturally in a way that fit both of your personalities. He didn’t mind waiting for you to realize his intentions, he had time. As long as you didn’t fall in love with someone else, and didn’t stop him from staring at you or touching you, then he wasn’t in a rush.

But since the Canaries insisted, seeming to think that this was the right course of action, he would go along with it. Maybe it would be an utter disaster and Pattadol would realize that she knew very little about relationships— especially a relationship involving Mithrun. He was aware enough of himself to know that it wouldn’t be conventional.

With his hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and the ridiculous outfit on, Mithrun entered the restaurant Pattadol had chosen. He found you immediately. You sat in a chair with your elbow on the table and your ankles crossed, waiting.

Mithrun held a bouquet of pink roses as he approached. You lit up when you saw him, but your brows then furrowed.

“Where’s Pattadol?” You asked.

His stride faltered, “She isn’t coming.”

“Oh,” you shrugged, “well since she set this up I assumed she’d be here.”

Why would she be here? It was a date Pattadol had set up for you and Mithrun specifically.

You probably didn’t know it was a date, he realized. Pattadol thought she’d been clear by saying ‘it’s a date’ but failed to realize that that was just a common phrase among people and meant nothing to no one.

Calm, he slid into the seat across from you and watched as you raised a brow, “What’re you wearing?” You asked.

“My team picked it out for me.”

“You look like you’re part of an opera or a ballet, like you’re about to stand beneath a balcony and start spouting poetry to your lover.”

That was a good description, actually. Those were the words Mithrun had been looking for earlier when he saw himself in the mirror.

He nodded, “Yep.” Then, wordlessly, he held out the bouquet to you.

Your eyes widened, “For me?”

“I’m handing them to you, aren’t I?”

Gingerly, you took the flowers and held the stem of the wrapped bouquet with both hands as you inspected each petal.

A flicker of surprising satisfaction ran through his chest. You liked the flowers. It made sense, most people liked flowers, even if he didn’t see why.

You dipped your head down toward them presumably to smell them, but your lips then parted and you dug your teeth into the nearest rose.

Mithrun froze.

You chewed on the rose, your nose wrinkling in disgust. You gave the flower a good shot, a proper taste, but it didn’t take long until you grabbed a napkin and spit up the pink slobbery mess into it.

“Sorry,” you sent him an apologetic smile and tried to hand the bouquet back to him, “they don’t taste that good, and I don’t think I could season or cook them in a way that would help.”

Mithrun knew he was staring. He knew he was making a face, slightly tilting his head down, intensity in his eye. The kind of face someone made when they were internally screaming.

He was not internally screaming, but he was thinking— about you, how your brain worked. And how it was so damn charming for some reason and all he wanted to do was kiss you until he was all you could think about.

He wanted something. The feeling was sweet, a shot of adrenaline, one of Fleki’s drugs. Addictive. Like the slow drip of honey. He could survive off that want for ages.

Wordlessly, Mithrun threw the bouquet over his shoulder to get rid of it. Judging by the gasp that followed, it probably hit someone in the head.

Loving you was as natural to him as breathing.

- Mithrun decides to not let the Canaries interfere any longer. He was wrong earlier in thinking he needed their help. He doesn’t.

- Also, watching them go insane over your obliviousness and his lack of communication provides a good bit of entertainment.

- When he finally decides to give into that all-consuming, new, exciting desire and kiss you, your response is, “But I wasn’t casting a spell, no reason to try and stop me.”

- God, he adores you.

- He takes kisses whenever he wants them, with no care about what you think his intention is.

- After a certain kiss that involves tongue and teeth and fingers digging into your waist, you start to openly wonder… Are you in a relationship with Mithrun?

“Yes,” Mithrun didn’t even glance up at you, remaining unphased by your rather serious question, “We’re in a relationship.”

He continued to jot down notes about a monster he saw, as if he’d just casually answered a question about the weather. ‘Is it going to rain today?’ ‘Yeah looks like it.’

You gulped, “How long?”

“A year now,” he kept writing. Truthfully, he’d been expecting this. A flash of disappointment crossed his mind; there goes one of his hobbies, watching the Canaries have a crisis over his love life.

You buried your face in your hands. Mithrun stopped writing and patted your head as if comforting a dog.

- The Canaries are pleased that this is over. But actually, they’re going to have to watch you not realize it when you’re engaged to the Captain.

- At your wedding you’re in regular clothes. Someone asks why and you say “Mithrun told me we’re going to a wedding. He didn’t say it was ours.”

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floating--goblin · 2 months ago

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On Jutty Taylor and the new era

It's been roughly five months since an alleged victim of Jutty Taylor has come out accusing him of inappropriate conduct. With the dawn of a new era for Ghost and Taylor seemingly having been kept in the band, let us refresh our memory on the story.

This is not going to be an essay in defense of Taylor; I have no stake in this game and win nothing by sheltering a possible predator. I simply want to present the facts, as they are, as logically as possible, giving both sides the benefit of the doubt required, as in a court of law. The decision on where to stand is ultimately yours.

I will preface this with a disclaimer: the alleged victim is fifteen years old. I realize children aren't the most apt at relaying important details about complicated subjects such as a legal case or police investigation, so I will be extra lenient on their relaying of said details because it's entirely possible for a frightened child to constantly misspeak.

That being said, it does unfortunately make the case even more murky. The account should have been handled by the victim's parents, especially after backlash against the victim swept through social media. The fact no legal guardian has stepped in at best paints a disheartening picture of the victim's home life, and at worst weakens the case against Taylor.

As for me, I'm admittedly no scholar and this is a different justice system than my country's own, but I am a law student and know a thing or two which, I believe, would help offer a more in-depth view of the situation.

Finally, I cannot stress this enough: believe victims first. Yes, I fully stand by that statement. I do not however stand for "believe victims always, without or against proof", and while I am again not here to prove one point or another, some details about the case do not add up and it important to get the full picture, all the facts, as they are. That is my entire goal here, I cannot stress enough how little I want to get into a spat about this. This is meant to be a full report and only that.

Moving along-

On October 10th of 2024, the victim, named Grace, made this thread to Twitter, alleging that on March 8th of that year she attended a Drag Talk show, where she met Taylor. While taking pictures with him, she claims that Taylor's hand "fell on her backside", that when she tried pulling away his hand moved to her waist and that he pulled her closer, and that finally he put his hand under her jacket and groped her chest.

This is the only picture of the incident that Grace has provided, and according to her the only one that was taken that night. She also clarified later that behind them is a mirror, not the rest of the room.

Grace's friend Kuro has also posted these threads providing additional text conversations from after the incident, between them and Grace as well as Grace and another friend, where Grace recounted "feeling violated" and obviously distressed:

Thread one

Thread two

After this, several other accounts have come out making various allegations, none of which are of the same severity but which are of course equally important to take into consideration. These are as follows:

A thread by user olliesoleil alleging predatory intent in messages exchanged with Taylor. It should be noted that as of 2024, Ollie was 19.

A thread from another 19 year old named Logan, in which he claims that Taylor made flirty comments toward him.

An alleged message exchange from Taylor's ex girlfriend, aged 23 in 2024, no date or context given for the messages provided. Of note however is that they seemed to have been in a relationship around the time she turned 20.

Of note is also that no conversations with any ex-girlfriends were ever shown.

On November 24, Grace followed up by informing people following the story that the police were informed.

As of writing this post in March of 2025, there have been no more updates on this case. Grace has also urged any other possible victims to speak up and to reach out to LAPD or their local police force, but no one else seems to have stepped up since.

That is the last update we got from Grace.

Moving on to the other party involved, Taylor himself posted this one day after the allegations were publicized, following it with a more in-depth post and apology the next day.

On March 5th of 2025, Ghost has also posted a music video for their first release of the new album Skeletá, which features Taylor, implying his continued involvement with the band. The actual date of filming for the video is uncertain, as is whether or not Taylor's contract with Ghost has been renewed for the upcoming tour, as we all know the Ghouls are tour-only members and not officially a part of Ghost.

Taylor has not posted on his Twitter or Instagram since, and has not had a public presence online. None of his friends/bandmates have spoken about this either.

And now comes the difficult part: dissecting and putting everything in context fairly and coherently.

From the evidence shown, one thing we can reasonably agree on is that Jutty Taylor has a penchant for dating younger women, or is at least not put off by being involved with them. From videos of him and his stage demeanor it is also clear that he skews on the flirtier side, and is infamous for being very physically close with his bandmates regardless of gender.

That being said, all of the people involved here, save for Grace, are of age. Morality of age gaps aside, none of this falls into the sphere of illegality.

Furthermore, Ollie and Logan's claims are based on subjective interpretations of conversations. Logan has not provided as much as a paraphrasing of the "flirty comments" said to him by Taylor, and Ollie's conversation (link 1, link 2) shows them matching Taylor's level of enthusiasm, and in their thread they state that they thought nothing of the interactions at the time, only revising their stance in light of Grace's story coming out. All of which is, of course, valid. However, they were of age, thus nothing in the text exchange is illegal, nor can stand as evidence of predatory intent; it is purely a subjective view.

Similarly, Ferlizee's claims are offered without context or proof, and she was also of age throughout the relationship. Any assertion in the thread surrounding her that Taylor knew her before she was of age are unsubstantiated, as there is simply no source for them. She has since also deleted her accounts, which makes investigating the matter more difficult.

All this is to say, the only conclusion we can extract from these three accounts is that Taylor is perhaps overly friendly, that his sense of humor is perhaps easily misconstrued, and that his preference in partners skews on the younger side- although it should be noted that the only actual confirmed partner of his that we know of is Ferlizee, who was again of age. Any claims that he was or is currently dating Olivia Morreale are pure speculation and have never been proven, and she, too, is of age.

This is important, and I will make an aside about it, because it is a problem running rampant in the fanbase: we don't know anything about the ghouls' private lives. Nothing is black and white, and even the things they share with us may have more layers than initially apparent. Regardless of how close Jutty and Liv seem, we have never received confirmation that they are involved in any way besides being friends, and implying otherwise simply because of said closeness is a narrow-minded, puritanical way of viewing relationships between men and women. It is also massively invasive to dig into their personal lives.

Putting this through a human lens however, yes, it does not build up a case in his favor. If I may be subjective for a moment, it's not exactly the most moral thing to date 20 year olds in your 40s; but it also does not prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are a child predator. Twenty year olds are also capable of making informed decisions, and while protecting a demographic who has historically been victimized (ie young women) is important, it is also important not to infantilize grown adults. Determining whether or not Ferlizee or Liv are mature enough to be dating a 43 year old would require knowing them personally; in the same vein, determining how mature Jutty is and the kind of power he holds is also impossible, as despite his seniority he does not have the same base level of leverage over a person in their twenties that he would over a child.

So, alright. We've established the other alleged victims' cases are perhaps a bit shaky. What about Grace?

To start, she recounts that the picture offered was taken before the show, which, while uncommon for musicians to do and contradicting with Jutty's own statement, is still possible as either party's memory of the event may be poor. She also claims that there was a mirror behind her and Taylor's backs as they took the picture, in which you can see several people, at least one of them facing the incident. Now, this is important because it gives us witnesses: the friend taking the picture, and at least one person poised to see the event. At the time the picture was taken, Grace recounts that Taylor's hand was on her backside, which is credible as the mirror doesn't fall that far down, making it so the perpetrator could act unseen.

It should be noted that Taylor's arm doesn't appear to be angled toward the victim in a way that would suggest he was touching her, but it is still possible his forearm was bent toward her backside. That is important!

Next, as recounted, Taylor grabbed the victim by the waist, then put his hands underneath her jacket to grab her by the chest. The duration of this sequence of events is not specified, so it's unclear whether this could be passed off as an accident as Taylor claims, or if it was definitively an intentional case of groping. In the latter's case though, this was (once again) happening in the middle of a venue, with witnesses around and the victim's friend either holding or having just held a camera pointed at the scene. The fact no more pictures were taken is of course believable, but the fact no one else- not even the friend that was present- have come out is cause for doubt. A majority of Drag Talk fans have come from Ghost and travel from other states to see the band; they may not be a huge sensation, but they've gained some traction lately that would ensure at least one witness present would have taken to the internet to expose Jutty as a predator.

Messages between Grace and said friend were also very limited and the friend's response was offered incomplete, and it would appear that they remained somewhat lukewarm to Grace's feelings, which is a questionable attitude for someone who witnessed a full on sexual assault. That can however be written off as shock, we're talking about young teenagers here.

In terms of Taylor's own statement on the matter, if we assume these were fleeting gestures and that the part where he allegedly put his hands into Grace's jacket didn't happen, one can make the argument that he was attempting to initiate some friendly physical affection with a fan, which backfired purely by accident with his hands falling where they shouldn't have, a gesture which was misunderstood. This doesn't change the fact Grace felt violated, but it would also not make Taylor the perpetrator of a crime, only irresponsible.

Moving on to the legal case. As mentioned above, Grace claims to have reported this to the police, who have filed a case against Taylor. However given the evidence presented, the police would not have been able to do much beyond filing a report and possibly questioning Taylor about it. The evidence given is not strong enough to build a case on, especially for the LAPD, which is notoriously terrible with sexual assault cases.

To put it simply, the likelihood of Jutty having been investigated at any point is minimal. Even if the complaint fell in the hands of a serious officer, there is nothing to build a case on. It is possible Grace has more evidence that wasn't posted to Twitter, though it is doubtful as she is only fifteen, handling this on her own, and facing major backlash- all of which would have pushed her to offer everything she had, or to at least specify there was evidence she would only give to the authorities. Otherwise this would be a "he-said-she-said" situation, which would go nowhere with the police.

It is also possible however that she misspoke or misunderstood what was happening, and that police were involved, despite charges never being formally filed. In that case, a cursory investigation is the most that could have happened.

The lack of updates over the past five months offers some credence to this theory, as despite the legal system working slowly, if an investigation were to happen and charges filed, Jutty would risk being placed on the sex offender registry, which, while by itself doesn't ban him from travel altogether, would make him unable to enter certain countries- which of course would be detrimental to a world tour with Ghost, leading Tobias to terminate his contract. He has done so with Chris Catalyst over (as far as speculation goes) administrative issues with employing a UK citizen after Brexit, so he's not averse to firing ghouls for purely fiscal matters, should the morality of working with a predator not be enough of a motivator.

It must be reiterated that we don't know whether the music video for Satanized was filmed before or after the allegations, and whether Taylor has been hired for the upcoming tour; but it does stand to reason that, should these charges be credible and should there be a legal case against Taylor, that Tobias would have at least had his cameo in the video edited out or the video re-shot. Again, even if you don't believe Tobias would have done so because of the grisly nature of this crime itself, he would have surely done it to protect the band's image and profits. It stands to reason then that Taylor's presence does not pose a risk as Tobias himself has no reason to consider the allegations credible.

Now yes, being put on the registry happens after a conviction- but again, should there be credibility to this case, Tobias would have fired Jutty before a conviction happened so as to spare himself the financial and legal troubles, as Jutty would not have been able to reliably attend work due to court dates and a potential conviction looming over his head. In short, he would have been a liability that Tobias would simply not take, had this actually gone to the police. So why would Grace make this claim?

A minor additional point is that this case has not been publicized anywhere in any capacity, and that any attorney's first course of action would have been to advise Grace to scrub her account clean as, should justice rule in favor of Taylor, he could then use her posts to sue for libel. This advice is pretty much industry standard.

On the other hand this of course does not change the reality of whether or not he is guilty, as the legal system is massively fallible, especially in cases of sexual assault. I'm certainly not putting my faith in either the police or other men, because we know they tend to protect one another at any cost. Taylor's friends continuing to stay by his side and work with him aren't the strongest judge of his character, as bias exists.

In conclusion, what do we have? What's the TL;DR?

In truth, not much. This came out of left field and rocked the fanbase because it is obviously a horrifying possibility, and I command each and every one of you for the dedication to call potential criminals in our midst out. It takes a lot to demand accountability from someone you admire.

What is my opinion? I am no judge, I can't rule in either direction, and I am not interested in airing out my subjective views. This report has been composed as impartially as possible, using the circumstantial evidence available and doing as little speculation as possible, in order to offer people a full overview of the story. If you only knew of this from hearsay, now you have all the evidence arranged in one post for easy consumption. If you think you may have been influenced in one direction or the other by someone, now you may form an opinion of your own.

Moving forward I think the right course of action would be to stop idolizing celebrities, and to indeed stop viewing them as anything but ambiguous strangers from a moral standpoint. Even working under the assumption that Jutty is completely innocent, he still seems to be someone of more questionable morals than fans initially thought; which, while not a crime, is understandably disappointing. To prevent such disappointment in the future, I think we ought to remember we will never know these people personally, and that people are fallible and complex and that mistakes can happen, and that it's always important to take a critical eye to everything you see or hear.

That's all I had to say, goodbye and goodnight and hail our new Papa V.

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