#they both genuinely think they're doing either the only thing they can do and/or the best thing for them to do

[diabolicalevil]

Ngndnrrndnsnwnw may I request Mortarion relationship headcanons,,,,, it's okay if they're nsfw or not I just love this man

Mortarion relationship headcanons

OF COURSE YOU MAY!!! THE BOY!!!! I'm gonna spell barbarus right this time and I'll do it the whole post. promise

Warnings: NSFW at end, isolation

Simultaneously his favourite and least favourite place to interact with you is in his laboratory and study areas. Favourite? Because it's intimate and personal and most importantly, isolated. Least? because oh no don't touch that. not that either. no. stop put that down. that book so Old human oils Disintegrate it. You Know What, Go Sit In The High Chair.

One of the top three most bookish primarchs, in my opinion. But only in his particular niches. You once asked him to buddy read a romance novel and he set it on fire. Quickly. Why? He said it was filthy and debauched but it's safe to assume he was just flustered.

Considers himself doomed and hopeless but takes genuine pleasure in uplifting you. Not necessarily putting you on a pedestal but he's aware of what you're capable of and treats it as the expectation. Of course this can backfire easily but often his pushing you to strive for better works.

You're an open secret but not really a dirty one. The legion know of you but speaking of you, especially poorly, would be punished. You're not allowed to wander and very few Astartes (the ones he let's gaurd you) know you personally. It would be a lonely life but this strict monitoring doesn't apply to baselines, especially people from Barbarus.

That being said, he does his best to keep you at his side. Barbarus is a dangerous place, even to its natives, he can't truly trust even his battleships. He would never forgive himself if you got sick or injured because of an environment or situation he put you in.

Not a romantic but he is hopeless! He's so pessimistic it grates on you at times. But it's the quiet moments where he asks you to stay that make up for it. In the moment, he is not necessarily asking you not to leave the relationship, he's just asking that you don't leave the room, but the desperation sounds all the same.

Mortation is like a crystal girlie to me. He uses herbs every day in general but I do think he'd give you pouches of dried flowers and rose quartz. Not for health, he's not daft, and he doesn't believe in luck or fate so it's not that either. The only thing he believes in are the actions he and others take and this is the easiest way for him to express love.

Absolutely freezing to the touch, as if he has an iron deficiency. He doesn't realise it though, and for the longest time thinks you flinching when he touches you is an inherent disgust towards him. He figures it out eventually lol.

Rarely takes off his mask and when you're on Barbarus he demands that you wear yours most of the time as well, this makes kissing quite difficult. Solution? Head and gas mask taps as kisses

number 1 parallel play fan (NOT SEXUAL) when you're in his study he likes to work quietly and glance over at what you're, also silently, doing.

NSFW

number 1 parallel play fan (SEXUAL) mutual masterbation in his lap or you watching him get off is his favourite sex act.

Not a fan of oral, giving or receiving. Considers himself far too dirty to be doing an act like that with you. You circumvented this by cornering him after his monthly bath so he'd have no excuse. He enjoyed both sides a lot but stands by his point still.

Penetration in general is extremely rare for him. Infact he likes finishing in his pants and semi or fully clothed sex.

Regardless of your parts he most enjoys anal if he is penetrating you... sorry I can't explain this one

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST mortarion is one of my favess I'm so sorry it took me so long 2 get around 2 it

[backjustforberena]

I can't help but watch Corlys and Rhaenys's scene in "The Burning Mill" without thinking Corlys's whole thing with the bread is just a very well-intentioned charm offensive and a diversion away from anything that could lead to how he is feeling.

Rhaenys makes a reluctant comment about him possibly being required at the council and he's like: DID I THANK YOU FOR THE BREAD?

Honestly, he tries to make himself not a thing for her to worry about and make himself a safe space for her but she knows it's a lie which makes it impossible for her to lean on him. Gah!!

Still cute though.

[brixbraxium]

The Significance of Susie, Rude Buster, and The Prophecy.

(This has spoilers for 3-4)

This is a bit of a long post, but it's an important one, I think. Let's talk about Susie's signature spell, Rude Buster. I genuinely think there is thematic significance to this spell. To get to why, though, I want to go over everything.

Rude Buster is a spell that Susie knows from the moment we meet her in Chapter 1. It costs 50% TP, and, as the description tells us, it inflicts moderate "rude" element damage to one foe, and uses both Attack and Magic in its calculation. It considers defense in its calculation, and it scales better with Attack than it does Magic.

I want to compare this spell to another spell, Iceshock.

Iceshock inflicts "magical ICE damage" to one enemy, and costs 16% TP. It scales purely with the Magic stat, and is unaffected by her Attack stat. It also cuts through defense. On the surface, Iceshock is generally the better spell, it would seem. It might not deal as much damage at first, but it's significantly cheaper than Rude Buster, ignores defense, and scales like crazy when Noelle becomes Stronger.

While this is speculative, it almost comes off as if Iceshock is being more 'properly' cast. It's described as 'magical', it seemingly instantly surrounds an enemy rather than needing to be aimed, it ignores defense entirely. But... I think there's a bit more to it than that. Noelle's magic is kind of distinct from Noelle herself in a way. There's some level of detachment. There's distance. This is (partially) why we're able to manipulate her so easily into getting stronger. It's easy to not think about it. They're just enemies. Etc. But Rude Buster? It's a direct extension of Susie herself. She might not be directly naturally talented with Magic, but hell if that'll stop her. She channels everything she has into her axe and sends it out as a bolt of rude energy.

My point is this.

Iceshock deals perfect, magical damage to an enemy, piercing defense. It's better than a Susie crit at first, and it scales drastically. It's simple, and it's cost efficient.

Rude Buster is a direct extension of Susie herself. It's her raw emotion channeled into a single attack. It's her willpower, her resolve, her hope, all imbued into one little spell. Rude Buster as a spell is, either symbolically or literally, Susie's resolve.

This is why it is a "Rude" buster. What does it mean to be Rude? To be impolite. To not follow the rules, the expectations. And, if there's one thing Susie excels at, it's breaking every single expectation anyone might have for her. Is it truly by chance that, out of everyone in the party, it is Susie who talks back to the Roaring Knight? Is it truly by chance that the only party member who can actually do anything of substance against The Knight is Susie, with Rude Buster? Kris is (in most circumstances) holding back. Susie and Ralsei are able to deal chip damage. But Rude Buster, through sheer force alone, overcomes the Knight's defense, not by being magic or anything like that, but simply because it's that good.

Consider also The Titan. Everything seems bleak, the Titan can regenerate, and there's nothing we can do. So what do we do? We call upon Rude Buster. Technically it's "Dual Buster", but...

Susie and Gerson are both clearly casting variations of Rude Buster here.

And it works. And, lets think on that for a moment. Gerson also knows a version of Rude Buster. ...Why?

It's not like Gerson doesn't have his own magical attacks he could have used here, right? They could've easily done something else for this. But... No. Gerson casts his own Rude Buster. Why? Well, think about what Gerson stands for. He believes, in the same way Susie does, that the Prophecy isn't all it's cracked up to be. He believes that it can blind you, that it's better to read between the lines. As a Secret Boss, his philosophy is "I don't care".

So, to me, at least, it makes perfect sense that he would also know Rude Buster. Because, just like Susie, when confronted with the fate of the universe in bold text, he simply laughs it off.

This is also, I believe, why Gerson is the only character who can outright reflect Rude Buster.

Because while Gerson might not have the same resolve to change fate as Susie does, he is driven in a similar way.

The Devilsknife reduces Rude Buster's TP Cost. Why? Is it just because logically a jevil-turned-scythe would be good at channeling Magic? No. Think about what Jevil stands for. He believes that because his choices do not matter, he is free of consequence. He can "do anything", because his choices are irrelevant. If he could somehow be punished, then, well, his choices would've mattered, then, wouldn't they? And he knows that's not true. So he does whatever he damn well pleases. Obviously, Jevil and Susie are not really comparable- Jevil fully accepts that Fate is unbreakable, and Susie very much seems to think The Prophecy is bogus by the end of Chapter 4.

But, I think the throughline is there. Devilsknife makes Rude Buster easier to cast, because by nature, Jevil is already used to doing whatever he wants and ignoring the 'rules'. I hope I've made my case clear. But there's even more.

This may well be where I lose you, to be clear, so I hope you take everything I've said about Rude Buster as its own thing, and consider the rest of what I have to say as an extension of that. If you don't believe what I'm about to say, that's totally fine. Without further ado... Let us consider... The Prophecy.

The Second Hero of the Prophecy is "The Girl, with Hope crossed on her heart." As many before me have pointed out, this depiction... does not quite look like Susie. The weapon is wrong. This is a much longer discussion and I don't think I can quite fit it into this post, but, in essence, I believe that this was supposed to be Noelle Holiday. Noelle actually can equip a few swords as of Chapters 3-4, surprisingly. She can equip the Jingleblade and the Blackshard. However, I don't believe that Susie is "not" the second hero. I believe that The Prophecy has been tampered with. Or, at least, reinterpretted. Think back to what Gerson said. Stories can be changed. They can be retold.

Cat Petterz the RPG is a ripoff of Dragon Blazers, which is a retelling of Lord of the Hammer, which is a retelling of The Prophecy, which is a retelling of DELTARUNE.

I believe that this sort of thing is happening to the prophecy itself. I believe that Gaster, for one reason or another, changed the prophecy, replacing "The Second Hero, The Girl" with Susie. This sort of rules lawyering is possible because Susie is also referred to later in the prophecy:

We know that this is Susie because Rude Buster is being used to identify her. This image is even called "Rude Buster" internally. I believe the original prophecy was introducing Susie as a different "The Girl". However, because it technically uses the same term to refer both to Noelle and Susie, their roles can be altered. And so, Susie, through Gaster's intervention, became the Second Hero.

But why? Why was it important to make Susie involved? I believe it's simply because of who Susie is. When confronted with fate, Susie laughs it off. She won't let it happen. Wheras someone like Noelle would try and accept it for what it is, most likely, Susie outright refuses to play by the rules. And this gets us back into Rude Buster. Rude Buster is important. It's important enough to be the name of the battle theme, it's important enough to be what symbolizes Susie most directly in the prophecy. I believe that Rude Buster, and what it represents, is why Gaster chose Susie. Noelle might, in some sense, have "hope crossed on her heart". But it'd be passive hope. Wistful hope. Susie has active hope. With every fiber of her being, she has that hope. She inspires that hope in others. It is, as Ralsei puts it, infectious. She infects herself with hope, and grows it.

She infects Ralsei with hope.

She gives Tenna hope.

And, though this is more of a stretch, she even, indirectly, infects Seam with hope.

Remember that the only reason we could even potentially defeat The Knight is through Susie's perseverance, and Susie has to defeat Gerson, (who Seam is talking about here) on her own. Remember what Gerson told us.

Susie has the White Pen, that can draw over the dark pages of fate, known as Hope.

I believe that Gaster picked up his own pen, to transform Deltarune into his deltarune, one where Susie steps up to bat as the second hero of prophecy...

...So that Susie could, in turn, pick up her own white pen, and write a new ending. Chapter 7. A retelling of a retelling. The words on the wall called her a hero. Maybe that's not what they were ""supposed"" to mean. But, does it even matter? Through her grit and determination, it won't make a difference. She may not have been intended to be the second hero, but, she is, angel damnit, and the universe is just going to have to accept it. She may not have been chosen by The Angel, or whatever the hell wrote that prophecy, but she was chosen by one Wing Gaster, who considers her Very, Very Wonderful. She wields the White Pen to draw all over fate. And, of course, that white pen has a name. "Rude Buster". When the hands of fate draw near, you can always count on a good ol' Susie Rude Buster to persevere through anything.

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Imagine an AU where the GIW are less Ghost Hunters and more scientific. Being Ecto-Biologists and trying to learn more with as little harm to creatures, but of course fumbling a bit because it's a new field of science.

Just, the GIW getting lucky and capturing Danny as Phantom, knocking him out in the process. No vivisecting or cruel tests happen. Instead he's put in a room they designed with the younger ghosts in mind, (here's soft toys and blankets, Legos, books for a wide range of ages, things of that nature) but it's not perfect because they didn't know who'd they get.

They feel terrible when Phantom has a full-blown panic attack when he wakes up and crams himself into a corner so he can see the whole room. They quickly send in the onsight psychologist to help him through the attack and explain his new situation. His reactions are way too real for them to be faked.

A few days later, while trying to let Phantom settle into his new environment, they catch a second ghost and learn he can tell they have someone new, but the other ghost can't sense him. Phantom's fear and depression turning into worry (for both the ghost and humans) and determination, his attempts to break out of his room increases significantly. It makes them realize Phantom is a very social ghost and probably needs to see his "friends" to be healthy, but since they know what "ghost fights" look like they can't allow it yet. They need to ghostproof a large area without destroying anything.

Cue the GIW catching a few more ghosts and realizing Phantom is a bit odd for ghosts. He's the only one that they NEED to send the psychologist in regularly because of panic attacks, and start to realize Phantom is getting sick. They're not quite sure what his obsession is, they think it might be either space related or protection related since he's very passionate about both, but the poor ghost is literally starving and it's devastating to the scientists observing him. They can't understand what makes this ghost so different to the others, whom they've all gotten settled and, while not exactly happy, content. They've gotten really good at providing what the other ghosts need and gained enough trust for them to talk to them about their species. It helps when the GIW explain that this is meant to be more of a catch and release program, they just don't have access to a portal yet and are using the time it takes to build one to understand them all better.

A good chunk of the other ghosts express genuine concern over Phantom when they're told he's been there the longest. No one is sure it's healthy for Danny to be ghost so long, but aren't sure how to explain without outing the Halfa.

Phantom ends up passing out and reverting back to Danny, outing himself, because of lack of food or water. He'd be less skeletal if he could indulge in either of his obsessions, but neither were plausible while captive in a secret government base. He wakes up very distraught in a ghostproofed medbay.

The GIW is VERY confused and concerned by Danny's everything, but several behaviors make sense to them now and they start providing for his human half instantly.

He ends up explaining his situation and how it happened the best he can. He realizes they weren't trying to hurt him or the other ghosts, but still feels better when they wheel him around the base to see the ghosts (he's too weak to walk or turn ghost currently) and the scientists are intrigued by how happy and concerned the ghosts are to see the kid still kicking.

The ghosts were more meh to see either other, but are literally vibrating with glee to see the kid. They later explain they tend to see the "little protector spirit" as a cute baby or annoying little brother.

The GIW aren't sure what to do with the kid now. They originally planned to send him through the portal with the rest, but he's part human? They are even less sure when they find out his parents are the FENTONS who definitely didn't know. The whole situation turns into a mess, but this is their kid now. They shall help him.

[ms-demeanor]

hi, hopefully this isnt a stupid question -- this is only my second election i'm voting in, and i'm a little confused about results. is it actually confirmed that trump has won, or is it just almost certain based on the counted votes? bc i know that provisional ballots (like mine) probably arent immediately counted, and there was that thing about votes needing to be verified because of signatures, plus to my knowledge the electoral college doesnt vote til december? i'm probably just grasping at an infinitesimal chance of things not being shit, but also i do actually want to understand and google is not helping :( if you can't explain no worries, you just seem to be knowledgable & willing to answer questions haha

This is absolutely not a stupid question.

So everything is currently pointing at what is most likely, not at what is 100% certain, but it's like 99% certain. There are still votes being counted, but in the states where the election has been called it has been called either because enough of the ballots have been counted that the remaining count wouldn't change the results, or that the area is historically so strongly in favor of one party that it's exceptionally unlikely that they'd flip the other way (for example, they're still counting california's ballots but you're more likely to get struck by lightning five times today than california is to flip red in this election). The places that have not yet been called do not have enough electoral votes for Harris to win the election.

The electoral college is exceedingly unlikely to flip their votes against the state/district vote; "Faithless electors" is the term for members of the electoral college who would vote against the vote they are committed to for their region. It was something discussed in both the 2016 election and the 2020 election and flipping the electoral college without winning the election was the motivation behind J6. As shitty and bullshit as I think the electoral college is, if you're going to have one and you're going to have the rule of law, you can't hope for faithless electors because what you're hoping for at that point is that the people representing you are acting directly against the choice of the voters.

I want you to listen to me. I have been voting in presidential elections since 2004. Presidential elections always suck. Who the president is does matter, and does impact your life, but you genuinely do not have a ton of influence over that so you can't let it throw you into despair and inaction, because we should be active and political and protesting the wrongs of the world even if your favored political party wins. Vote in local elections, work with your local community, and if your local community sucks too, work with online communities to both give and get support.

Whenever something like this happens, people pass around the Mr. Rogers quote about looking to the helpers. I like that quote. I think it's good, I think it's hopeful, I think it helps! But I also think that sometimes it's even more effective if you look for how to help. Who are you the most scared for after this election? Who are you worried about in your community or among your friends? What can you do that might make their life easier? What can you do to protect people like that in your community? What don't you know that might make you better prepared to help them in the future?

One thing that I think is a fantastic way to prepare to help is to either begin or continue learning a language that you don't know. I am working hard on my Spanish because I live in California and there are a ton of Spanish speakers here who I might be able to help. Is it directly aiding anyone right at this second that I'm practicing conjugation? No. But it might help someone who is being harassed by a cop, or who is unhoused and needs help, or who is being abused by an employer at some point in the future, and I can get myself ready to help. Learn how to use naloxone and pick up up an inhaler; you might not need it now, but it'll make you ready to help someone who does need it. Order free covid tests every chance you get, even if you don't need them, because then you can give them out to people who do need them. Plan B has a multi-year shelf life. Pick some up so that you've got some on hand if someone needs it.

Maybe there's nothing you can do right at this exact second (though if you are able to donate to gender affirmation fundraisers, border kindness, abortion funds, bail funds, etc., you can absolutely do that), but you can get ready to help someone who will need you someday.

[hungrydata]

Ok so, ik I'm busy, but I can't NOT talk about the new episode. So...

SPOILER WARNING FOR EPISODE 5 OF THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

I won't write an essay now, but holy gosh moly. This episode was great. And I hate that it ends with a cliffhanger. But it makes sense since Goose said that eps 5&6 were focused on both Jax & Ragatha, so they are very likely tied together (hopefully we don't have to wait another 6 months, but you also can't rush art of course)

I also don't want to break down the episode, there are people who can do that way better than me. I just wanna talk about some fun stuff.

First of all, I tried my best to figure out what everbody's saying here (Only Jax is subtitled in english, however the other two are as well in other languages, so I used them if I had difficulties with what they're saying):

everything I am not 100% sure about or was roughly translated via the different language subtitles, is written in brackets

JAX: I very much did not enjoy that one in the slightest. If we ever do anything even close to that again, I'm getting violent, and I'm going to kill Ragatha.

GANGLE: Uh... I... don't really think it [brought out the best in me], even if it [was the cause of my mask].

RAGATHA: Oh, I really do not think [I was that innocent at] that time, I [did release] (?) some things I normally never say.

I know that some of this is not accurate or something is missing, but it's really difficult to understand what Ragatha and Gangle are saying. Therefore if you know anything, help is very much appreciated!

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Now I wanna talk about rather obscure stuff. Like Kinger being right handed. I never posted anything about it, but I discussed with my friend about what each circus member's dominant hand was (bc I was bored, can you blame me?) and while I still think that the animators just use whatever looks good and can bring the message across the best (like Gangle sometimes drawing with her left hand and with her right hand, based on what perspective we view her, or how basically most characters use their left and right hand for difficult tasks equally, just so that the viewers can see it better, and it's probably easier to animate as well if you don't have to think about it)

Anyways, Kinger is right handed confirmed to me. (Jax is left handed, tho I need to rewatch all episodes and shorts on Glitch's channel to get more information about that, same with the other chars, tho I'm 98% convinced that both Jax and Gangle are left handed, tho that might just be delusion idk)

Btw the Anime and Intermission section were beautiful. Now we know why it took so long, but it was definitely worth it.

Also RIBBUN AND MAID DRESS HALLELUJAH!

ngl this looks funny

I feel like the shippers are going crazy with this one, especially people who ship Funnybunny (and the Bunnydoll Nation is either in shambles or enjoy it as much as the time Ragatha got deep fried.)

As a Ribbun enjoyer, I am definitely eating the toxic crumbs up like Jax did eat Gangle. Also thank you Goose for giving us so many great catchphrases that I am going to use from now on.

Also, THE LORE. And why can I genuinely relate so much with Jax. Why. Idk how to feel about this. And he actually cares let's gooo!

And I gotta say. Love the beef between Jax and Ragatha, and I also like the friendship between Jax and Pomni that slowly but surely develops. I also like the detail that here, Pomni votes against the maid dress. I could imagine that she just thinks it's childish, but it's also a sign that she knows Jax would hate it and wouldn't want to stir chaos.

ALSO HE SAID THE LINE HE SAID THE LINE!

You detached it yourself, idiot.

Welp I'm outta pictures to post here. There's alot more like Jax having a friend that looks like a frog, and Goose mentioned in one post that the person that abstracted before Kaufmo was called Ribbit (yk, like the sound a frog makes). I thinke there's likely a connection. And considering that Pomni was supposed to be a frog first, maybe that's how Jax and Pomni also will become closer friends. Can't wait for the next episode

And knowing what Goose said, it's not gonna be a wholesome one. After all, even tho 5&6 are split between Ragatha and Jax, this was still the Ragatha episode, and the next one will be "more centered" around Jax. I'm scared.

Also as much as it pains me, I think Gangle will be the one to abstract. The fact that she didn't have an evil doppelganger and with the teaser of her symbol loading, it's too much of a coincidence to not happen. Pls don't Gangle you're my baby ;;-;;.

(so much so to "not an essay" lmao. "Not an essay" my ass)

Also. DaY 172 bc yes

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Hi pile 1! Good news, hehe. Yes. They like you. This person isn't just attracted to you physically (which yes, they definitely are), but there's something deeper at play. It's like every time they see you, something inside them is activated. It's not just desire: it's curiosity, tenderness, a connection they can't quite explain yet. They may not show it obviously. Maybe they act indifferent or speak to you with that neutral tone that leaves you wondering. But behind that, there's a sea of ​​emotions. They look at you when you think you're not looking. They remember things you said weeks ago. They're genuinely interested in what's going on with you. And you know what else? You inspire them. Not only do they like you, but your energy awakens a more vulnerable and authentic version of themselves. This may scare them a little. Sometimes when we really like someone, the first thing we do its backing off a little. So if you feel like they sometimes pull away, don't take it as a lack of interest. It's fear. It's the typical "what if they reject me?", "what if this gets real?" This is the kind of connection that could grow if both of you allow it. They see you as someone special. And even if they don't say it with words, their actions, the small, subtle ones, are starting to show it. Let them come to you. Don't force anything. If this person is meant to be a part of your life, they'll do so by choice, not by pressure. And that's the most amazing way someone can stay.

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Hi Pile 2! This is complicated. Yes, there's attraction. You're not crazy, you're not making this up. That spark exists, that strange energy that jumps when your eyes meet or when they text you something that makes you think. This is so confusing. But the problem isn't the connection. The problem is that this person doesn't know what they want. They may have someone else on their radar, not necessarily in a serious way, but there's something or someone who has their mind half-done. Or they're simply at a stage where they don't even fully understand their own feelings. Sometimes they pursue you intensely, and other times they leave you on read. There are times when you feel like you're moving forward, and suddenly it's as if you've taken three steps back. That's not because they don't like you. It's because they're in conflict with themselves. This doesn't mean you're not enough. On the contrary: sometimes the attraction you generate throws them off. Maybe they don't feel ready for someone like you. Or they don't want to hurt you, but they don't want to let you go either. So they keep you there, in that emotional limbo where no definition is forthcoming and everything is expectation. Honestly, it's not fair to you. This situation wears you down, leaves you confused, and makes you begin to doubt your own worth. And you deserve clarity, not crumbs of attention or excuses disguised as "I just don't know what I want." Pay more attention to what they do than what they say. If their actions don't match their words, there's your answer. Don't get attached to someone's "potential." You deserve better than that.

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Hi Pile 3! I feel like being in this situation isn't easy, and liking someone who doesn't return your energy the way you feel it… it's hard. But I'm going to speak from the heart: this person doesn't see you the way you see them. It's not that they don't value you. They may really like you, they may love you as a person, they may even throw you the occasional flirtatious hint. But that doesn't always mean they have real intentions. Sometimes people behave ambiguously because they like the attention, or because you feel comfortable, or simply because they don't know how to set clear boundaries. And it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you probably gave it your all, i feel like you were loving, attentive, you were there. But that commitment needs a mirror. And this person isn't reflecting the same back to you. For some of you i feel like they may already have someone else in mind. Or they're simply not looking for something right now, and you showed up right at a time when they weren't ready to open that emotional space. Whatever the reason, it's not about you, it's about them. But that doesn't change the fact that you deserve someone who will choose you without hesitation pile 3. Don't wait for something to change. Don't put your heart on hold for someone who isn't taking care of it. There's something much bigger and more beautiful waiting for you, but you have to let go of what isn't giving you anything real to make room for it.

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[ozzgin]

WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! I have an ask for Yandere School! What if, Y/N finally did become a yandere for someone, BUT Y/N is the 'never lets on' type of yandere?

There's no change in Y/N's grades, no change in demeanor, they still act- or maybe in this case- pretends to be innocent and oblivious to everyone, especially their crush (Y/N might abuse the fact that they're known as the worst Yandere student who acts more like a Darling, to gain their trust before they realize it's too late). The extreme obsession is there, but it's just not noticeable enough.

How will they react if Y/N shows subtle signs of being a yandere? Will they actually believe Y/N finally became a yandere, or will they have doubts? This is just optional, but imagine Y/N became obsessed with a yandere, but both of them didn't knew they're yandere to each other, so they always unintentionally end up sabotaging each other's plans (ex. both Y/N and the yandere are asleep on the table, because they spiked each other's drinks. The Yandere is genuinely confused and had been trying to stalk find Y/N for hours, unbeknownst to them Y/N is secretly following behind them all along)

Soo this is yet another Clumsy!Yandere crossover, but it just makes a lot of sense to me. Hear me out.

You’re consistently failing classes and struggling to keep up with your peers. Everyone finds it cute, however, and it's a fantastic excuse to get closer to you.

Then the Yandere School x Darling Academy event happens. You immediately take the initiative and pair up with your best friend, Clumsy!Yandere. And that’s when things take an unexpected turn.

It turns out that when it comes to Clumsy!Yandere, you can be extremely protective. You don’t even realize it. In your eyes, you’re just looking after your sweetheart. To everyone else, you’re flawlessly executing the role of a yandere.

The other fellow students can only stare in disbelief, watching you as you figure out things you were previously clueless about.

“I c-could do the yandere part”, your clumsy partner suggests with feigned confidence.

Oh, no. You know how competitive your classmates are. No way you’d ever allow him to potentially get hurt. Not on your watch.

Were you always this good of a yandere?

When the teachers ask you to replicate that same performance, you have no idea what they’re talking about. You’re back to your pathetic, helpless self. A paradox yet to be deciphered by your peers.

“That damn pest”, one classmate curses out, pocket knife sneakily hidden as they wait around the corner ahead of Darling Academy.

They can’t take it anymore. The way you look at him, the way your voice softens whenever you speak to him…it should be them instead! What has he done to deserve your grace? He needs to be dealt with.

“Enjoying your walk?”

The student jolts in surprise and turns around. It’s you. Yet you look different this time. Your smile is cold, and your eyes have an eerie glisten to them.

“H-how did you know where I-”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be this close to Darling Academy. I suggest you leave.”

“Are you going to tell the teachers?”

“Teachers? Nonsense. I can take care of you myself", you say mechanically, blocking their path.

An abrupt shiver crosses their spine, and they scramble. Revenge will have to be postponed for now.

Moments later, Clumsy!Yandere greets you with a cheerful smile.

"I hope you weren't waiting too long. Shall I walk you home?" he proposes with a blush. Your answer doesn't really matter, truth be told. He will follow you either way. How else is he meant to guarantee your safety?

You'd be lost without him.

[Yandere School] | [Clumsy!Yandere]

[bluetimeombre]

⤑ ★ Getting along,

You and Bucky are dating, when Bucky adopts a cat of a mission the cat and you can’t seem to get along until you do.

[if you show me Bucky and Alpine, I will show you my heart crying- I love them so much] Bucky x reader. Cat scratches. Making out but not smut. Sam is featured. Enjoy!!

You loved Bucky.

You loved Bucky more than you loved anything in the world. Your heart was completely and utterly captured by that metal hand of his. You'd do anything for him, and he would you. The both of you knew that your love went beyond any stereotype that could be created.

However...

Bucky never usually did anything without consulting you first. Although there was only the two of you in your small apartment, you were the boss- and he wouldn't have it any other way.

So when he returned from a three day long mission you wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms, smother him in kisses and assure he was well rested and un-scathed.

In fact you were a leap away from him when you noticed the white fluffy thing cradled in his arms.

"Hey Doll," Bucky sighed, dropping his bag on the ground at his feet. With the arm that wasn't clutching the white live thing, he opened it for an embrace.

You stopped and stared. "Bucky, there's a cat under your arm."

"Yeah, I guess there is," he chuckled. His arm was still raised, still waiting for you.

You were staring at the cat and you were sure the cat was staring at you. No- glaring at you. "Do you know there's a cat under your arm?"

Bucky- getting the hint you weren't going to fall into his arms- dropped it down to the cats head and started to pet behind its ear. "The thing was stuck in that warehouse I couldn't leave it. I know I should've said something but I just thought," he trailed off, looking down at the cat. "And look at her face."

"It's a she?" suddenly you were feeling very replaced. Especially as the cat- she- was still curled up in his arms where you usually were.

"I've called her Alpine, suits her you think?" and Bucky was smiling, he seemed so genuinely happy to have a small animal curl into him as if it was a safe place. The only other person who treated him as such was you.

You tilted your head at the cat and watched it blink.

Bucky slowly set her on the ground. The cat- or as you should have got acquainted, Alpine- walked around his legs, wrapping a tail around him. "I've checked the lease, we're allowed pets. Sure, we'll have to get her some bowls and cat food, tuna's fine, right? And maybe some toys."

Still, you were silent, only watching the cat as it purred against Bucky. You couldn't be getting jealous over a stray... could you.

Bucky saw you weren't talking, saw that you were looking at the cat like trying to calculate its next move. He walked over, his hands cold from the night air holding your arms. "If there's a problem we can- we can look for a foster home."

But that little light in his eyes dimmed at the very thought of giving her up already. You had no idea, this cat could have been his soul companion on that mission. She could have saved his life, so maybe you'd have to allow the way Alpine curled against his boot and looked up at you as a way of claiming.

"The cat can stay," you agreed, begrudgingly.

Just for his grin you would have agreed again and again. "You are an angel," he said.

You smile, throwing your arms around his neck as his hands fall to your hips, delighted to be pulling you in. "Does an angel get a kiss from her returned lover?"

"Hmm, only when they're good." Bucky's lips were as soft as always as he pressed them against yours slowly. There would be no mission to rush off to. No awaiting call either of you would have to flea away for. There was just you, Bucky and all the time in the world to savour the way his lips traced yours, how his tongue dared to taste-

Then came the first meow that pulled you and Bucky away from your moment. It was the first but it would in no way shape or form to be the last.

You'd never thought to box yourself in as a 'cat' or 'dog' person, but after Alpine, you were starting to wish Bucky had just found a fish.

It started with the small things, like the two of you having breakfast only for Alpine to jump up and steal Bucky’s attention.

But then Alpine got a spot in the bed- specifically- right between the two of you.

You were coming home late one night from work and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Bucky and sleep. So when you kicked off your shoes and peeled off your jacket, lazily making your way to the bedroom. You were about to fall down next to Bucky who was already sleeping, and arm out to your empty side, when you spotted what was under his arm.

Alpine.

"Oh no you don’t buddy," you scoffed.

She blinked up at you.

"Move." You were being as quiet as possible- you knew Bucky was a light sleeper.

Alpine meowed in defiance.

You tried to tug on the blanket, tried to get her to move it but she only showed your her fangs. "Oh that’s how you want to play it?"

Bucky grumbled. "Doll? What are you doing?"

"Fighting with your cat."

There was a lazy smile on his face. "Our cat."

"If she was our cat, she’d move so I could be with my man," you grumbled, perching on the edge of the bed.

His brows wriggled. "Your man."

Alpine still refused to move.

"Well-" he pushed himself up. "There’s an easy way to fix that."

Before you ask if it was putting the cat up for adoption, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in until you were held in his chest and he’d pushed you onto the bed with him. He attacked you with kisses and rolled along the bed until you were stuck under him.

Of course, Alpine moved when he wanted it.

But it wasn't just sleeping Alpine was cagey about, it was anything in the bedroom. Specifically, what was reserved for the bedroom.

You and Bucky had had a very busy week, and it had only dragged. So when the two of you finally had some time alone, you only wanted to use it wrapped up in each other.

Bucky was leaning on the headboard, his hands roaming your back and squeezing your hips as you moved atop him. Both of you were still clothed, only your lips and your tongue bare against each other. The motion of cloth between the two of you only built the frenzy.

You were in no rush to be quick. Although hard and fast was fun, nothing felt better to Bucky than softly caressing your body, squeezing and rubbing all his favourite spots.

"You feel so good, baby," he mused against your lips.

You moan, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your neck. "Bucky." Your hands tangle in his hair.

"Want you so badly," he said, marking the words against your neck as his teeth pressed into the skin. "Wanna throw you on this bed and-"

There was the faintest of scratches on the door could be heard from outside. If he weren't a super soldier it might have slipped past him.

He stilled.

"No, no, no," you groaned, grabbing his cheeks and making him look at you. "You want me. You need me."

"I do, I do," he nodded, pecking your lips. "But-"

As if she knew she was winning him over, Alpine meowed.

"She's fine," you say and wriggle on his lap to get his attention. It works as his eyes close and a guttural groan rips through his throat. "Let's keep going, keep going-" you smash your lips on his and make the slow movements fast.

He groans into your lips, gently nipping your bottom lip.

Alpine meowed louder and louder.

"She sounds so sad," said Bucky.

She scratched again.

Bucky lifted you from his lap and rolled, getting out from under you and you flopped on the bed. "I'm sorry, baby, i'm sorry, I just can't hear her like that." Bucky opened the door and Alpine wondered in casually. She climbed up her cat tree that Bucky kept in the corner.

You complain into the cushion.

"Look, hey, come on doll," Bucky crawls up the edge of the bed, turning you onto your back. He pressed kisses against your clothed stomach as he worked up. "She'll see what we're up to, she'll understand and she'll leave. Then it's just you and me."

His hands slipped under you shirt, feeling you and working you up. His lips kissed you sweetly along your neck but you watched Alpine, sit upon her tower and watch the two of you, her tail going side to side.

"No," you said, hands on his shoulders. He sighed and laid flat atop you. "No, can't do it, she's staring."

Bucky's grumble vibrated your whole body. "Alpine!"

"I'm gonna have a shower," you get out from under him but his hand still held yours.

Bucky was smirking. "Can I join you?"

But the decider came at the worst time.

Bucky had gone on a mission. It was supposed to be easy, nothing big, nothing serious, just a sweep of some odd movements at a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It had left you and Alpine for two days to try to bond. Both of you seemed to have something in common while he was gone: you both missed him.

While you slept in his clothes, Alpine slept on his cushion and there was peace for forty-eight hours.

Then Sam called, Bucky had got hurt and was in a bad way.

You'd rushed to his side, Alpine had followed you as if she understood the phone call too.

He was out cold, a blow to his head. Part of his metal arm had been damaged in the fight and there was a bandage wrapped around his other shoulder. While his eyes were closed he just looked tired, like he was sleeping it off.

But you knew better.

"Oh my god," you gasp as Alpine jumps on the bed.

"He's stable, they got most the scrap metal out his other shoulder," Sam said, lingering with you. "It's just his choice when he wakes."

It took a lot to bring down the Winter Soldier. You were terrified that his 'when' he woke would be a while.

You walk to his side, going for his metal hand when Alpine screeched and her claws quickly dragged along your skin. You pulled away with a yelp at the angry claw marks down your hand. "Alpine!"

"Woah, ok!" Sam took your hand to check the cuts.

Alpine sat on the bed, looking as if she hadn't done anything wrong.

In anger, you tried for him again but Alpine warned you with her claws.

"Damn, that cat means business," said Sam, holding you back.... from a cat.

"Get down," you try to order her, tears in your eyes. Not because her claws hurt- they did, but because Bucky, your love, was lying in bed and she wouldn't let you near him.

She didn't move.

"Why won't you let me near him!"

"Ok, ok," Sam calmed you. "I have an idea." He disappeared, hoping you wouldn't get in a physical fight with the cat while he was gone.

Your chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. You wouldn't stand for it. It was one thing having Bucky's attention, it was another interrupting your alone time but your heart was breaking and you were scared. You wanted Bucky.

"I know you love him, I do to," you hold up your hands, to show how innocent you were as you stepped closer carefully. "I know he helped you out of a rough spot, he did with me to. But he's hurting, and I just want to hold his hand."

Alpine's eyes softened.

"I love him. I love him, Alpine. He's hurting and it hurts me. I just want to be at his side, like you are."

She wasn't going for an attack as you sank into the seat. She was still listening.

You gently take his metal fingers and wrap them around your hand until it's a weight. "We can both protect him now," you tell her. Maybe it would be nice to actually have some company. "Maybe if we both team up we can stop him from going on missions all together."

Her tail swished at the idea.

You smile as a little tear fell down your cheek. "You know, I didn't like you at first, stealing him from me. But maybe you're a little like me. Would do anything for him."

She meowed in agreement.

"Can we share?"

Her agreement came in form of her giving you space. She gently padded down the bed and curled at the end next to his boot.

When Sam came in with a can of tuna to lure Alpine away, he found both you and Alpine curled into Bucky, sleeping. He smiled to himself and left the can next to you- just in case Alpine wanted to dawn the Solider title.

You didn't remember falling asleep, you only remembered fingers running through your hair softly waking you.

You smile at the feeling, hiding your face in the covers when you realised the only hands to caress you like that were Bucky's and if Bucky was caressing you, he must be awake.

"Hey, baby," he greeted with a sleepy smile when you looked up.

"Buck-" you gasp and sit up, getting as close to the bed as you could. "You're awake? Are you ok? Should I get Sam?"

He smiled at your worry, his hand cupping your cheek and running his thumb over the red in your cheeks. "Leave birdbrain out there- i've got my favourites right here."

You kissed the palm of his metal hand. "I was so worried."

"I'm ok, doll." He took your hands, holding them. Bucky intended to bring them to his lips, to kiss them when he spotted the three angry lines of red. "Are you? What the hell happened?"

Only he could be in bed, injured after a mission gone wrong and worry about a couple scratches on your body.

You smiled, confusing him further. "Alpine and I had some things to sort out."

There was a flash of annoyance in his eyes and his foot nudged the cat still asleep at the edge of the bed. "Alpine!" he hissed.

"Leave her- leave her," you tell him, holding his arm and assuring him. "We worked out her differences and realized we have more in common."

With your words, Bucky settled down on the bed again, shifting slightly so he could gaze at you. "And what's that?"

"We love you."

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hi!, I'd like to make a request :] Could you create a headcanon where the reader is a Cybertronian [gender-neutral] [romantic] and how Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee, and Megatron would react to receiving a kiss from the reader for the first time? (I find it interesting to think about this because I don't know if the culture of "kissing" exists in TFO—let's imagine that the reader just invented it out of nowhere XD).

♡ “KISS” — Introducing Them To Kisses [TFO]

hold up, anon. i think you're cooking with kissing not being in their culture… i only hope i have done this justice. AND UHHH I MAY… HAVE GONE OVERBOARD FOR MEGATRON im totally normal abt him

scenario: you kiss them for the first time, introducing Cybertron to what a kiss is.

warnings: non consensual kissing, tooth rotting fluff

including: Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee/B-127 and Megatron

BACKGROUND: for optimus, elita and bee

— You were wandering around the archives, just goofing off on your downtime; after Orion became Optimus Prime, he made sure that every bot had rightful access to information. Valuble databanks about the history of Cybertron, various sciences, medicine, weaponry, fighting styles all accessible to the general public of Iacon but you go through them for fun, unlike Wheeljack and Ratchet and a few others who go through them for genuine purposes. You scour through data to find something that catches your optics and…

— “How Organics Show Affection.” OH. Organics. You have seen those squishy things!... in old films and on those expiditions on the surface. Those things can show affection? Eh. Optimus did say they're sentient beings… It shouldn't be surprising. You click and you lean in, deeply interested.

— “Kissing?” What a strange new thing. You look at the images. Oh. They put their intake on things? Huh. How interesting. It looks pretty thrilling, especially when they put on intake on another. Organics call intakes mouth, if you remember correctly. You have to show this to…

Optimus:

— He was just standing there with his servos on his hips, watching the Autobots work hard. Optimus has had a rather busy day and he's pretty sure his schedule is free. He thinks. So when you come to him, Prime is beaming. Waving a greeting to you as he looks down at you.

— Optimus has his battle mask off, good. You can catch him by surprise. You ask him lean down. “Uh, okay?” He's confused and then you leave him gobsmacked as your dermas crash into each other, clear blue optics widening in utter shock. He can't keep his stoicism up for this one.

— Now, Optimus isn't a stranger to kisses but he isn't an acquaintance either. While he has never been kissed before, he knows what it is. He’s fooled around in the archives for a long time, he’s rummaged through records for vorns as a miner. He knows damn well it's a sign of affection and oh boy, is he flustered. Orion never really thought about kissing another bot, it was something that wasn't exactly Cybertronian so he never really… bothered to try it out.

— His vents huff out steam and his plating puffs up a little but he knows how to keep his composure so his plating does it for a mere moment. He goes speechless momentarily and you've got this sly smile on your face as if you don't know the gravity of what you've done!

— The feeling of your dermas on his, the warmth of your plating, the subtle brush of your EM field against his guarded one. It had his spark jumping to the back of his intake.

— The longer he stays frozen there, the more unsure you become. He doesn't realize that until you snap him out of it with; “...did …didn't you like it?”. He can see the regret wash over your features!

— “N-No! I.. I loved it. It just… uh…” There. Right there you saw your old Orion, just a glimpse but you saw him there. It made your spark all fuzzy.

— But right before he could ask if the both of you could do that again, he sees Prowl and Jazz coming up behind you to drag him off for his Prime-ly duties. He's never had such a deep frown before in his life. It's alright though, he just hopes he gets to show you what a real kiss is later on.

Elita One:

— Elita was busy barking out orders to cadets. She doesn't want to be mean (she does) but some of her old miners can't hold a blaster for scrap. So the pink bot is in a bad mood, her face has a citrus sour to it as she's mumbling something under her ex-vents while she's just standing by the railing of the terrace of some random building she can't really care of think about.

— And then you come in, her mood is a bit… less sour upon seeing your faceplates in her peripheral vision but she doesn't trust that.. gleam in your optics.

— “What are you upto?” She asks with that tone, the tone which tells you that she really isn't in the mood for any antics. But this was none of the usual antics. The way you say nothing has Elita raising her optical ridges as she turns to face you.

— You say you want to show her something. You know damn well you cannot catch her off-guard. So she obliges. And she… isn't disappointed when she feels your dermas gently brush against hers. It's soft. It's soothing. Elita finds this strange; act of putting intakes together? What do you even call this? Her spark sings a song in a beat it only does when the two of you are usually cuddled up against each other after she has a bad day.

— You pull away and she instinctively steps closer, chassis flush against one another a your optics lock on. Her servos hold onto yours with a near reverent touch, Elita can feel the heat rise up to her faceplates… The way her audial fins are perked up and she doesnt resist it in the slightest. Theres no onr around, after all.

— “Can we do that again?”

— She has a new favorite thing she wants to do when she has a bad day and she couldn't thank you enough for introducing this to her. Elita is more of an actions type bot, she enjoys acts of physical affection and service more than anything else.

B-127/Bumblebee:

— “HEYYYYY!!!” You don't need to go to Bee, Bee pretty much finds you almost all the time. The golden-yellow mech is waving at you as he approaches you. He's basically your shadow, the two of you are basically conjoined; always around each other. Incredibly attached. Bee is rambling about his day as the two of you walk when a thought creeps up your processor.

— “Hm. You want me to stand still? Okay.” He obeys what you ask almost immediately, Bee doesn’t even question what for. Not even when you lean in close, infact, he likes it! The comfort of your frame is more than anything he could ask for. The way your EM field brushes against his has him trying to suppress a wide smile.

— But then your derma meets his. And he just… blinks at you. Bee is confused. What was that? It was nice. Why did it feel nice?

— “What was that?” He asks, helm tilting slightly in confusion as you laugh a bit. You're still really close to him and his spark thrums, Bee really doesn't want you to pull away from him. He's always wanted to be close to you and whatever that was, was just about as close as two bots could go in his opinion. There was literally no space between the two of you! Just how he likes it.

— “Huh. A kiss.” Bee mumbles as he looks down for a moment. The gears in his helm turning, his faceplates heating up a bit as excitment builds up in his frame; its a sign of affection! To him! The fuzziness in his spark is getting stronger. He bites his lower derma for a moment, contemplating something with his gaze lowered. His vents puffing out steam and EM field practically radiating affection.

— “Can.. Can I give you one?”

— Bee isn't the best kisser but neither are you and the both of you are definitely going to be doing this more often. Practice makes perfect, after all.

— You're worried sick, hiding behind rocks. The Lord is injured. Megatron is down, helm cradled in your servos as his frame lays limp on your lap. The Quintesson ground troopers were far too strong. All of you fought valiantly but had to retreat when their ship enveloped the skies. This had become routine after D… Megatron's banishment. A stray shot from seemingly nowhere managed to injure Megatron and you made sure that filthy Quintesson you assumed to have harmed him paid with their life. You're freaking the frag out. Spark going a mile a minute and right now, you feel so small. So vulnerable. You don't realize Megatron is semi-conscious, his red optics are flickering. Your servos are cupping his face, as a digit caresses his cheek.

Megatron:

yes he gets it seperate

— “D…” Megatron can hear that wretched name spill from trembling dermas and it stirs him, he wants to give you a peace of his mind for using that name for him.

— You have absolutely no idea what happened, or why it happened, or even how it happened but this urge from deep down in your spark swelled up when you saw Megatron laying there, knocked almost unconscious with his helm on your lap and you can’t help but think of how you could’ve almost lost him.

— Meanwhile, Megatron was just about to get up and yell at you to get your servos off of him. It takes a lot more than a simple cheap trick-shot from the sky by Starscream of all mechs to take down Megatron and he's insulted that you think he'd offline from something like that. Speaking of that, he's furious. But what you did next had his crimson optics wide. You leaned your helm down and your dermas met his, in a manner so soft and chaste it had his own spark thrumming the way it used to when he'd lay his optics on you as a miner.

— The moment you pull back and see that he was in fact, conscious, you make a face that snaps Megatron out of his shock. The way your vents puffed out some steam and your fans clicked; you were flustered beyond measure. Certainly embarrassed.

— And looking at you from this angle, how vulnerable you look, as if you genuinely thought you might’ve lost the only thing in the universe you care about, it takes him back to a different time. For once, the anger and hatred in his spark soothes as a sense of… something akin to nostalgia takes over. Your servos pull away from his faceplates to cover your own from sheer mortified embarrassment at your impulsive action and the loss of your warmth makes him frown. The tenderness in your EM field was unmistakably affection and he knew it.

— “...do it again.” Megatron practically commands but there's something softer in his tone. He doesn't know what the action is called but he certainly… Liked it more than he should. You look absolutely confuddled, servos moving away from your face as you’re looking down at him with wide optics. Like you're not sure you heard him right. You honestly thought he was going to yell at you.

— “Don't make me repeat myself.” The softness ebbs away slowly with more time you take and you lean back down, cradling his face again as you kiss his nasal ridge this time. Megatron found himself… enjoying it, his spark flutters despite the damage his frame had taken. The feeling of your dermas against his faceplates was thrilling almost, especially against his own dermas. The warmth of your faceplates, you're still embarrassed. Megatron decides it a good look on you.

— “...” He looks at you almost as if he's peering through your spark with his derma pursed into a thin line, searching for something in your optics before saying; “...again, where you did it the first time.”

— You've soothed him. So that means you've spared Starscream from a brutal beatdown and replaced it with just a beatdown.

— He's definitely going to have a more private session with this new activity back at the makeshift Decepticon base. He doesn’t even know what its called, not even you know what its called and Megatron could care less. He could live with that. You've invented something new that the two of you could cherish between yourselves.

i lowkey love people requesting for elita, she may or may not be a 'literally me' character also shoutout to that one anon that requested blackarachnia cause we really don't have enough fics about the fembots

[hellspawnmotel]

love your blog and your art!! and realised ive been following you for almost ten years so thank you for the quality posts

have you got any thoughts on ralsei and noelle in terms of both of them taking on “the girl” role in the game? or i guess rather ralsei trying to be the girl in his own meta and sorta weird way. i know youve drawn them together a couple times but would love to hear any analysis if you have thoughts (if youve already posted about this and i missed it my bad! feel free to ignore)

well damn that's flattering. wish I had some kind of membership program so I could give you a little gift, haha

anyway. this is something I've touched on before but only really spelled out once so you're good. I think there's several factors at play with ralsei's metatextual femininity: his status as the party squishy mage/healer, his status as kris's (and by extension, the player's) love interest, his obsession with roles and subservience, and the fact that ralsei is probably meant to be as appealing to the player as possible. none of those things are INHERENTLY feminine of course, but they are in the context of a story with an audience. we don't know for sure yet how ralsei feels about all that, but I'd wager he either thinks he wants it or thinks it has to be his purpose and he wants to do a good job at it. ralsei is like..... the wife. he's the perfect wife. and he's really good at it! the audience LOVES ralsei! whenever my art gets reposted on reddit, there are way more romantically charged or even sexually explicit comments about ralsei than any other character. when I posted my "choose your bride" illustration, most of the people commenting said they would choose ralsei over noelle, with some even saying that it's because noelle "already belongs to susie".

and that leads into his parallels with noelle. like ralsei, noelle is a fragile magic user, is generally more shy and demure (though both of them can break out of that easily), is shown as pining for the object of her affections, and she's slotted into the role of "the love interest" for susie (or for kris/the player, but I'm gonna focus on normal route here). the ferris wheel scene also directly parallels the acid tunnel of love- both forcing the two "couples" to be alone together in a deliberately romantic setting with nothing to do but talk. I've already talked plenty about noelle's roles as the girl, the bride, the damsel, etc. so I won't get into it again, but I think the connections made between kralsei and suselle are worth keeping an eye on. there's nothing to indicate that susie and noelle's budding romance is anything but sweet and genuine, but at the same time you have to wonder what it means that the game is pushing them together in a way so similar to kris and ralsei.

to reference classic jrpg dragon quest v: hand of the heavenly bride, nera comes out of nowhere and was tailor-made to be a wife, while bianca is a childhood friend you have an actual prior connection with. but it doesn't really matter who you choose to marry. in the end they both get kidnapped and sidelined as soon as they're done having your babies.

[ceruark]

please humor me as i share with you one of my recurring daydreams/ scenarios before bed: pop star! reader x pro player! kaiser

prior to your relationship, your reputation preceded you. though you're one of the biggest names on the world stage, you're by no means a "diva" in the traditional sense; you also grew up in a poor neighborhood with a family who didn't care about you until you made it big, and you elevated yourself through your own hard work and talent. despite your fame and wealth, your fans sing your praises about how genuine and down-to-earth you are, and other celebrities you've allowed into your inner circle talk about how kind and caring you are in interviews of their own.

so when michael kaiser of all people approaches you, your friends are understandably incredibly territorial and hostile toward him.

but you give him a chance anyways— he is quite the flatterer, and that face is virtually impossible to say no to.

you were only ever supposed to be yet another stepping stone to put kaiser further into the limelight, just another box to check on his path to being the greatest. except, you had insisted that you two keep your relationship private for as long as possible; you'd seen how your peers' relationships often imploded after going public, and your friends told you that asking him to keep things under wraps was a good way to test if he actually wanted the relationship, or if he was just interested in your name. he agreed, figuring that you'll ease up eventually.

it's not easy by any means; the mask comes off long before you two go public, and you quickly come to understand why so many of his own teammates tend to keep him at arm's length. his insecurity is a deep-rooted, festering thing, manifesting as cold derision and a push-pull attitude that leaves you reeling and always guessing as to how he'll react to your affection in the moment.

and yet, you stay.

you could have anyone in the world, but you stay with him. you've seen the broken, bitter man hiding behind the pretty face and still haven't walked away. your friends tell you that you could do better, that you deserve better, and they're right, he knows it— but you never agree with them, and you never leave, either.

it gets better with time, as he learns to trust you. allow you inside, in response to the way you've accepted him wholly into your heart, flaws and all. improving himself is a struggle, but he's trying, and that's enough for you.

you've been together for a bit over two and a half years when he finally brings it up again. it's a lazy night; your tour ended a week ago, and now you're in munich, cuddled up against him on the couch and scrolling through your phone while he picks apart his most recent match, which is playing on the TV.

"liebling," he says, hand pausing where it was combing through your hair. you look up, expression as painfully indulgent of his whims as always. "what do you think about going public?"

you put your phone down at that. you place a gentle hand on his knee, smiling slightly. "if that's what you want," you answer. "i've just been waiting for you."

in an interview a month later, you "accidentally" let it slip that you're in a relationship—and it's going on three years.

the internet blows up with speculations as to who your mysterious boyfriend could be. your friends drop hints and jokes here and there, but no one can quite guess who it is, even with the help. the closest anyone gets is guessing it's isagi yoichi, who you had seemed friendly with when attending a gala for a fashion outlet you both have contracts with. of course, they couldn't possibly know you were familiar with him because he's your boyfriend's teammate, but regardless, the tantrum that results from those speculations leaves you and the münchen lineup amused for days—at the unfortunate expense of one of the team's twin aces, who swiftly denies being involved with you like that.

the public finally gets their answer at the next big industry award show, conveniently being hosted in paris the same week bastard münchen has a game against pxg. at this point, your fanbase is certain you're with an athlete of some sort, courtesy of your friends' hints, but they still haven't been able to place who or what sport.

when you show up on the red carpet donning a simple gold chain necklace with a beautifully crafted blue rose charm hanging off of it, sitting between your collarbones, the internet blows up.

and when you post a mirror selfie to your instagram story later that night, smiling at your phone as the picture shows nothing more than an arm wrapped around your waist—one covered in extremely recognizable tattoos—the platform goes down for nearly twenty minutes. which somehow pales in comparison to your phone freezing and crashing from the sheer amount of notifications you're getting.

well, it's not like you'd be able to pay any attention to the public reaction, anyways—not when the cause of the commotion is already pulling you toward the bed by the waist, fully intending to indulge in what the world finally knows is his, as much as he is yours.

[timkontheunsure]

"and if he's only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me?"

Ok think I've finally worked out what was bugging me with them miscommunicating when Blitz yells.

"Would he want me if he were free?" Stolas' starting premise is if Blitz wasn't ok with the deal, and didn't like him; then he's a monster and an abuser.

If it's was only sex to Blitz, then he's just like Stella.

It's why he gives up, saying he has his answer; when Blitz assumes the crystal must be a prop for more of their deal.

"tethered to someone in such an unfair way". Ok this bit had my mind immediately go to the divorce.

The marriage was arranged by someone must more powerful than Stolas, to someone he'd never choose for himself. An "entire life's been written in stone" in fact; he thinks he's done the same thing to the man he loves.

While it is perfectly reasonable for Blitz to get angry, feeling blindsided and dismissed; asking for a "fucking minute", the next bit reads very differently to both of them.

"You spring this feeling bullshit on me. Are you fucking kidding! *Kicks open the door* Can I get a Fucking minute to think after everything you put me through! You pompous rich Asshole! *Stolas' flinches the same way he does when Stella screams at him.*

"Treat me like one of your little butler imps. You can't just Dismiss me like that. I mean you royal Fucks think you can think you can do this every single time. Like you can just play with our feelings, because we're smaller and not as important. Well I'm Not letting you bitch. *Flinches again* Let's Go!".

Blitz is telling Stolas that he doesn't want to be sent away, and that he wants think about it. His abandonment issues are fully kicked in.

He's trying to force Stolas into a fight, to get him to engage with him. Likely a repeated pattern from his last serious relationship with Voroskia.

Trying to pick a fight, to get to make up sex, to get them back to 'normal'. Because that's how he's been dealing with their "complicated" for a while now. If it's about sex he knows how to deal with what they have.

(Blitz is word perfect on the fight with Verosika after all; so they probably got back together a few times after stealing from her).

Blitz immediately goes to "I can do better", and try give it back; when he thinks Stolas doesn't want to see him anymore.

"you royal Fucks think you can think you can do this every single time."

But that's not what Stolas is hearing right now. Stolas hears is 'your all the same. All royal are as bad as eachother'.

It's very close to Striker explaining how the world works during his torture.

And now he thinks that the only man he's ever loved hates him because what he is.

That's what he meant by "think so of low of me".

And he's not exactly wrong. Fizz even calls Blitz on hating that Stolas is a prince.

And Blitz does say "They're all the fuckin' same". (Blitz isn't wrong for calling out Stolas on how he treats his staff either)...

Then there's the bit that seems fairly contentious. Stolas portaling Blitz out.

Stolas is a domestic abuse survivor, only a couple of weeks out of the hospital, because his wife tried to murder him. He's going freak out at loud voices, angry swearing, and doors being kicked in.

He going assume that this is Blitz getting a few kicks in on the way out; not him genuinely trying to talk through their problems just because of the format.

They are both stumbling over eachothers trauma landmines here.

Neither is wrong.

Not Stolas for walking away, or making the shouty person leave.

Not Blitz for getting scared, upset and feeling abandoned. Thinking Stolas isn't giving him a chance to think it through.

Blitz is going to get that time he wants to think it over. It's not an all or none thing.

He now has his business safe and secured in his own hands, and knows that Stolas likes him too. Those are biggys.

It's entirely up to Blitz what he wants to do now.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

First of all I wanted to say I love ur writing style.

What I wanted to ask is I came across a prompt in ur asks from someone about batfam x neglected reader which u also told u would write.

I just want to know when u might write it because genuinely I loved the prompt and love to read it.

The link of the post is https://www.tumblr.com/prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue/781014256622714880/hi-i-have-a-batfam-x-neglected-reader-angst?source=share

hihi ! Sorry took so long to reply , I had a huge authors block and an unsolicited break (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

For some reason it won't let me access the link but if I remember properly it was this ask 🎀

rushed ; cursing ; idk man , edit in honor pof fathers day lol

january marked a month of hope and prosperity , a month of new beginnigs , a shed of the old in many cultures. but to y/n wayne it marked the month of brutality and an era of neglect . she always knew her family loathed her .

cassandra and stephanie are not saints either - in fact stephanie runs a controversial podcast alongside cass where they actively debated with other celebrities - often known as the duo whom likes to instigate things. damian wayne does not have a pretty track record either - he is often every week has trending becuase news of him violently beating up another kid at school got surfaced.

wasn't of of spite , wasn't of of hatred , wasn't out of anything but pure neglect. in comparison to most of her siblings , y/n wayne actaully had a decent public appearance . something most of her family can not relater to .

she did not have have a messy social life like her father , frequent videos of him in night clubs galroe , her older brother dick who had several articles critiquing the manner he cheated on his wife , kori , the night before their wedding or jason's plathera of tabloids talking about his messy death.

tim is not safe either - you think tech genius and prodigy would keep his messy relationships under the wraps would you ? safe to say y/n wayne and duke thomas are the only two wayne family memebers with a decent background.

duke barely posts but y/n wayne is a known and well revered celebrity and lawyer. graudated from Harvard law , top of her class , known as a living legend who passed her bar exam on her first try since 1990's. not to mention she also co-graduated from harvard medicine and was already running her own firm and clinic a year after her graduation. was president for both class and student council and was captain of harvard girl's volleyball team.

y/n wayne is the girl every socilaite talks about , the girl your parents compare you too , the girl everyone wants to be , the perfect embodiment of a wayne . yet despite how good she is , her family would never like her , except for alfred.

alfred pennyworth would never say he had favorites to anyone in the family who asks him in jest but it does not take a person with a brain to figure out it is y/n wayne . the man , despite his old age would personally drive himself to harvard's campus and spend the weekend with name in her apartment that he himself bought for her because why woukd his favorite child live in a dormitory ?

the man personally meal prep a week's worth of food just for her - feigning that his baby shouldn't have to worry about meaningless work she has more important things at hand. said man attends all her events , parent meetings , her school seminars , all her speeches - he personally records for himself , graduations , personally attended her first clinic opening , met her first girlfriend in highschool , literally goes dress shopping to spa and makeup appointment because his baby just got her nails done and has a big gala to attend to why should she worry about driving when he can ?

basically y/n wayne is that man's pride and joy , if anyone walks up to this man and asks about any of the wayne children he'd give a small polite , " they're doing alright " but ask him about y/n wayne ?? that man is already pulling out his phone to show his lockscreen of him and y/n at a recent gala where she gave an opening speech and he will talk your head off about her .

safe to say y/n wayne's life at home maybe depressing but alfred made up for it. flash forward to early morning , and the news are lighting up , ' y/n wayne caught holding a child in gotham square could this be a secret wayne child we don't know of ?'

alfred practically rolled his eyes when he saw those news - it wasn't public information but y/n along with her highschool girlfriend actively run an orphanage , the reasoning why it wasn't public was because y/n wayne kept it under the wraps for the children's safety and wellbeing so her highschool girlfriend became the face of said orphanage and y/n was just a silent owner.

alfred rolls his eyes again before switching to another channel - he knows y/n wasn't waking up anytime soon because last night she not only had an emegency surgery , an unscheduled meeting with italian overseas investors for her firm but she also had an emergency enrollment . alfred doesn't know the specifics of why and how but he knows she did message him that she had been called by gordon about taking in a child last night and he assunes that was just her and the child in the pictures.

alfred sets put the tableware as the other wayne members fillter in. bruce had am angry expression and everyone else was muttering amoug themselves , " how can she shame us like that ?" , " i know she was weird but i mean.." , " such an attention seeking whore i mean whe couldn't keep it in her pants ?" , " for fucks sake shes 16 - when I was 16 i would never do that shit ".

breakfast continued on just like that , everyone murmuring and gossiping staurday morning in silk pajamas except bruce whos taken to brooding more this morning. alfred had just finished washing up before going to finish up y/n's breakfast when she walked in.

she's dressed immaculately , red ysl heels and black channel pants and jacket along with a dark maroon shirt. she wears her gold accesories , her hair is open and free , makeup minimal but beautiful as she strolls in towards alfred.

" I know such a disrespectful child like yoruself is not perading in my house when she was outside being a whore ! " bruce angerily exclaims as his eyes glare into her. y/n just stood there shocked and confused , " what are you even on about ?" she asks.

y/n embracss alfred , has not even glanced at her family - she hasn't since she was a wee naive 11 year old. " morning pa " she greeted him. alfred embraces her back , " morning hun , work meeting ?" alfred asks and before y/n can even respond bruce angerily slams his hands against the table.

damian snared , " dont pretend your not a hooker y/n your disgrace is all over the news " . " yeah y/n have some fucking class " stephanie retroted. y/n just stood there and just looked at them , " listen - i don't know what the fuck crawled up your asses this morning but i am no hooker " y/n said defensively.

bruce laughed , " shut up y/n , you've alaways been a disappointment now ? now you've surpassed it". y/n glares at him - how dare he call her a disappointment when he is one ? " yn its all over gotham fucking news how you have a secret love child no one knows about - like for fuck sake name your 16 close youe damn legs " tim yells at her.

y/n just stands there shocked and angry , " go fuck yourself " she curses before walking out , alfred trailing after her. y/n just walked straight out before walking into her red proche and speeding out of the gateway , not even stopping for alfred.

alfred sighs in disappointment but he's also furious and walks back inside , body shaking as he stands before the rest of them. " IN WHAT WORLD GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TALK TO HER LIKE THAT ?" he yelled at bruce.

bruce hides his immediate shock but yells back , " SHES A 16 YEAT OLD WITH A BABY WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO ?" . alfred can practically feel the vein in his head popping

" YOUR DAMNED DAUGHTER IS 25 BRUCE , 25 AND WAS NEVER FUCKING PREGENANT " , alfred cursed back , enraged. bruce sat back , in both shock and embrassment and the others ? well the others can only open and cllse their mouth shut . " ..25..." jason murmured as if it's unbelievable . " yes your damn sister is 25 " alfred confirms , voice angry.

" THEN WHAT ABOUT THE KID ?" Stephanie yells back . alfred practically feels himself loose more braincells , " SHE FUCKING CO RUNS A DAMN ORPHANAGE SO SPEAKING SHE HAS MANY KIDS I'D FUCKING KNOW I MET THEM ALL " he shouted back.

alfred then walks off , grabbing a suitcase along with him. " wait where are you going -" dick asks as theh watch alfred haul the suitcase into the foyer , " i'm going to stay at y/n's " and walked out.

[doberbutts]

Genuinely, what do you think we should do in regards to breeds with an oppressive history? Until we have the genuine change in the global political landscape, they're just going to breed new dogs to hunt down BIPOC. Can a breed be repurposed, reshaped, given a new purpose despite its history and its lack of direct attribution to most actively living dogs and their upbringing and training, or is it better to modify the breed as a whole, or even let certain breeds go extinct entirely?

And more importantly, how do I, as a white person with a working line GSD, make BIPOC feel more safe around her? She's anxious and her leash manners leave a lot to be desired, but we've been working on that and otherwise she's a huge derpy goofball who seems to think she's a cat a good 60% of the time and is exceedingly affectionate and friendly to most strangers of all walks of life as long as they don't show actively malicious intentions (we lived in the projects for awhile and she stopped someone who tried to break into the apartment to rape either myself or my partner, considering the stalking behavior that had been going on for weeks at that point and the amount of catcalling we both got). Is there anything I can do to help people feel safer around her?

As in my discussion with @grison-in-space- I don't really know that there is a good answer to this question. I am a BIPOC who has a breed of dog that was objectively used to oppress people as a tool of fascism- not just in Nazi Germany, but also here within my own country while they were still used as police and military dogs, as well as in countries such as India and Peru where they are still used by military and private security. I engage in a practice that, at its very early roots, was at least in part about siccing a dog on someone for my own gain. I think there will always be a level of cognitive dissonance and managing that with today's expectations of what a protective dog even can look like in this era is going to be a delicate balance at best and an active minefield at worst.

This sort of discussion is where I tend to disagree with many leftists on an issue that continues to come up again and again. I am a pacifist and, in a perfect world, there would be no more war and no more killing and no more violence and thus no more need for weapons outside of what is required to hunt and gather food. But we don't live in a perfect world, and we live in a world where the honest answer is that some people will always be treated violently. If we remove the means to defend ourselves from everyone's hands except the morally corrupt- we have condemned entire peoples to die horrible deaths (such as being torn apart by dogs). On the other hand, the presence of a weapon automatically escalates a situation, even if said weapon is never removed from holster or deployed within the situation.

I have a doberman that is taught biting is acceptable because I have survived a home invasion while I was home in part because I had a dog that made every indication that she was ready to defend her home with everything she had. My parents are pacifists who refuse to own weapons. The dog was why the guy decided he no longer wanted to be present in our house. I have had attempted break-ins while I was home, following this event. I did not have a dog at the time, and was living alone as a college student, pre-T and only sort of socially transitioned. The statistics of black people- and especially black women- suffering violence at the hands of those who desire to hurt them are bleak. So I got a dog, and I stopped going anywhere unarmed, and both of those things have protected me in the exact situations I got them for.

It is simply not lost on me that the appeal of a doberman for me, is also the appeal of a doberman for your average cop or soldier or authoritarian. A big fuck-you dog that hates everyone but its master is the wet dream of baby fascists everywhere. My dog chasing a would-be car thief down my driveway certainly solved the problem of repeated car breakins and theft, as well as some creeper behavior after said car thief was also caught peering into windows of houses, and my equally poor, but white, neighbors thanked me for the service and in fact adore my dogs as a result. The qualities that make her good at this also make her really good at being used as a weapon by those who wish to turn her against marginalized people for entertainment or profit, rather than to keep someone from taking more of my possessions out of my car when I am not in a financial place to continuously replace them.

Getting rid of these breeds- either by mass culling, legislature, or simply allowing them to go extinct- does not solve the problem of fascism, because even if we do succeed in ridding ourselves of the legacy of the German Shepherd, there are other breeds who can and will do the same thing, or a new breed will be created to do so. After all, using dogs as weapons is something we've known about since before the birth of the Roman empire, and has continued long past that empire's demise. Roman war dogs are largely extinct and their remnants (neas, corsos, etc) exist as incredibly changed from what they once were- so we just hopped to herding breeds instead of molossoids to accomplish the same task. As the existence of the doberman proves- even without the herding breeds, we can just use terriers sized up to do the same thing.

And we don't even really need dogs to do so. In videos of amazing stupidity with animal handling, I have 100% seen people using hyenas, baboons, and even male lions as animals being trained to attack, complete with the same sleeves and suits you see with dogs. The glimpses I've seen have not appeared particularly successful, of course the lack of domestication and willingness to work for a human gets in the way when dealing with wild animals, but to me that says even if we got rid of every single dog and wolf tomorrow... people would find a way to utilize a predator as a weapon. The Romans also used to use lions and bears and even boar to kill political prisoners and people who were undesireable to the empire. Not only do I think fascists would hop breeds, I think they would quickly and easily hop species if they had to.

I've also touched on this in other posts- but the question of changing a breed's purpose also comes up often in a breed that I care a lot about due to its proximity to racial prejudice. When a breed has been developed for blood sport, and blood sport has rightly been criminalized, what do we do with the dogs that are left? Do we let them die out? Do we legislate them out of existence? Do we change them entirely? Do we give them a new purpose? The relationship of black people and pit bulls has been discussed again and again by people who frankly are way smarter and better informed than me- and the way that we police and discuss pit bulls and pit bull ownership is so contingent on antiblack racism, which fascinates me as many of the original hands within the old bull-and-terrier used for blood sport were not only white but actively racist against black people themselves.

Truthfully, I don't think we have a good answer, because the solution to the problem is not the dogs. I think because the problem is not, and has never been, the dogs. Dogs are merely the vehicle for the larger societal problems of racism, fascism, authoritarianism, dictatorship, colonialism, and xenophobia. It's not about the dogs. So changing the dogs does nothing to the system, which will simply replace the dogs with something else if that option is removed from the toolbox.

As for your specific situation- take your dog to training, and be respectful of people's space when you're out and about with her, and accept that some people simply will never like her.

[kuronarnze]

Hello! If your request are open, I'd like to make one (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Bllk boys with an S/O who animals LOVE, like disney princess level. And its not just cats and dogs, even wild animals too lol. And their S/O isn't like scared about it either because they're used to it

Any character would be fine, just pls include Sae hehe. Feel free to ignore and sending lots of love! 💕

a/n: HIHIIUI ANONNN omg I've been craving for requests lately but I've been busy for some days but now I'm here to answer my requests 🫶 TYSM FOR REQUESTING, this request is super adorbs, enjoy the oneshots (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Blue lock boys with an s/o who's loved by all animals

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

(they’re just casually the real-life Snow White and they don’t even flinch)

Your presence is like a beacon to every creature within a mile radius. From neighborhood cats to literal foxes and falcons—you’re surrounded like a forest queen and you don’t bat an eye.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Isagi Yoichi

- The first time a hawk landed on your arm mid-walk, Isagi thought it was a fever dream.

- “Babe… that’s a WILD ANIMAL—ARE YOU OKAY—”

- Meanwhile, you're just like “Oh, this is Hawkie! He shows up when I bring trail mix.”

- Dogs follow you. Strays curl up near your feet. Even bugs don’t annoy you.

- He’s both amazed and kind of shy about it?? Like how can you be so cool and casual while a raccoon just holds your hand??

- Tries to bond with animals too, but they clearly like you way more. He’s a little pouty.

- “...So what is it? Do you smell like nature or something??”

- But he's totally in awe of you—says you're like “real-life magic.”

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Itoshi Sae

+ Acts like it doesn’t faze him but internally he’s like:

- “Did a deer just BOW to her? What is this Studio Ghibli nonsense.”

- Foxes casually walk up to you in the park and Sae’s eye twitches.

- The only time he freaked out was when a full-grown owl flew into your bedroom.

- “Why is there a predator bird on your headboard.”

- You pet it like a cat. “Oh, this is (insert owl name 😭). She just wanted to say hi.”

- You’re completely unbothered and that both terrifies and impresses him.

- …Might be slightly jealous that animals get more affection than him.

- “Pet me like that sometime.”

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Itoshi Rin

- He absolutely thought it was a one-time weird coincidence until it kept happening.

- You once had a crow fly down, untie your shoelace, and then fix it again. Rin just stood there in shock.

- “Is this… black magic.”

- He lowkey thinks you’re cursed or a cryptid.

- But every time you smile at an animal and it runs up to you like you're the chosen one, his heart does this annoying fluttery thing.

- Won’t admit it, but he likes when you hum and birds gather (especially owls cause rin loves owls).

- Pretends he’s annoyed when a raccoon won’t stop following you around—but secretly gives it snacks so it likes him too.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Shidou Ryusei

- First reaction:

- “HELL YEAH, BABY SNOW WHITE!!”

- Genuinely so entertained. Will literally encourage you to collect an army of squirrels.

- “Do you think they’d help us rob a bank if you asked?”

- You: “They’re not criminally trained??”

- Him: “Then we train ‘em.”

- Thinks it’s the coolest and most chaotic thing about you.

- Bats fly around you at night? He’s taking selfies with them.

- If an animal growls at him but snuggles with you, he acts fake-offended.

- “Wow, okay, I see how it is. No love for the pink-haired menace.”

- Deep down he LOVES it. And he would show off to everyone that he is dating a real life Disney princess 😭.

🌷୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌷୭

Michael Kaiser

- “Of course animals love you. You’re mine. You should be worshipped.”

- Says it with full pride but is so confused inside.

- Like a duck followed you home once. And then brought its whole flock the next day.

- You once calmed down a barking dog just by talking softly to it—and Kaiser fell harder than ever.

- 100% convinced you’re secretly some goddess of the forest.

- “You talk to bees. You are not human.”

- Laughs when squirrels chase you, but if one even tries to bite, he’s ready to square up.

- “Don’t test me, Alvin. I don’t care how fluffy you are.”

- Lowkey jealous when the animals get cuddles before he does.

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Mikage Reo

- Thinks it’s ADORABLE and tells everyone about it.

- “My S/O? Oh yeah, they’re the Snow White of Japan. I’m not kidding. A bunny followed us for four blocks.”

- Genuinely impressed that you’re not even fazed. “I’d scream if a hawk landed on me, babe.”

- He spoils the animals too. Starts naming them. Buys pet beds for wild ones.

- You get adopted by animals. Reo adopts the animals who adopt you.

- Wants to build you a nature reserve one day.

- “You need a mansion with a garden big enough for all your animal groupies.”

- Caught himself watching you play with a wild fox once and almost cried from how pure it was.

- “How are you the cutest person on Earth AND the Disney princess of animals??”

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tysm for reading !! I JUST SAW THE NEW LEAKS AND OHMYGOSH SAEEE CAME BACKKKKKKKK and THE NEW CHARACTER?? HE'S ACT SO FINE 😭😭