#which is very relatable and reasonable me thinks

[dimeadozencows]

literally all of Ramb's dialogue.

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this post is an add-on to my Ramb essay, here's the full thing!

there will be some light analysis alongside the text boxes, but not too much, because this was originally just the first segment of the big analysis post, which i added for context and reference :]

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come have fun with me in text dump hell

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We first meet our guy at the very beginning of chapter 3, right before the first board begins. He stands alongside other new characters like Lanino, Elnina, an obscured Shutta, and Tenna.

I feel like it's important to mention that because we knew Lanino and Elnina since the Spamton sweepstakes, and going into this chapter we knew we'll meet Tenna, and at this point Shutta is hidden from us in a garbage can, Ramb is the first completely new character we get to meet. 

None of us knew we'd get to meet him or someone like him before the chapters were released.

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Not much to say about his appearance, except that he vaguely resembles a plugboy like the ones from chapter 2. although he’s distinct enough that it would be very understandable to completely miss it.

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“Kris, luv. Let's catch up in the Green Room…”

He only has one line, but as is expected from this guy, it tells us a lot:

He knows Kris's name

He feels comfortable enough to refer to them with a term of endearment

He already knows them

And he brings up a location in the chapter that we're already familiar with

He already makes us ask questions! It's obvious he'd know Kris since this dark world is their house, but they're apparently familiar enough for him to want to catch up with them.

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We next see him in the green room after finishing board 1! 

Here is where we learn his name! It's Ramb! You know, like the website address of the green room page from the Spamton sweepstakes! 

Back then a lot of people were speculating on what “ramb” means in relation to the green room, I remember specifically that Two left thumbs (yt) thought it was “-something- AM broadcasting” and variations of that, but nope, it was the name of the guy working there the whole time.

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Besides his name, we learn that he’s originally from the library (which confirms that he really is a plugboy like the ones from chapter 2), and that Kris and Asriel took him from there to their house.

(Interesting that no one in chapter 2 mentioned him though, not even a single fellow plugboy.)

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His next line tells us that he’s familiar with the cyber world denizens! Although we don't know if he knows them personally or not, because they’re the queen, her head butler, and the former star businessman, who would be known in the public. We also learn that Swatch used to have a mohawk (important).

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Jesus Ramb leave some exposition for the other characters

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Let's break these down part by part:

(all of these show up as number 1 for some reason-)

I think we can assume “that girl” means Noelle and not dess, since the two were playing make believe, a kids game, and Noelle and Kris are the same age while dess is older. Though i suppose it is possible, especially if dess happened to babysit Kris at some point

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So that's how Queen and King know each other! They were a part of a make believe game Kris and Noelle played as kids! I wonder how or if that game influenced them when their fountains were made, since Queen already favors Noelle from the very beginning of chapter 2.

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“Oh, it was chaos, CHAOS!”

Sound the alarms!! The current manlet quoted a previous manlet!! 

You'll come to see that this is one of MANY times that Ramb does something like this, where he says or implies something that makes you stop and point- it's a reference for sure, but in this game they're rarely just that right? He must know Jevil! 

(we’ll get to why that's a little more complicated in a bit, this is just the first thought that would come to a Deltarune player’s mind when reading this line :] )

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Ramb wondered how Noelle is and if Kris is still her friend! Based on how fast he retracts the question, maybe Kris made a face or something that let Ramb know they're not very close anymore.

He then adds something that's very reminiscent of Seam; how darkners never really change. Add that to the pile of question marks from before, we’ll deal with it in a bit.

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(buy something)

From this we learn that Tenna doesn't let his employees handle this dark world’s currency, points. Not even its only shopkeeper!

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(talk more)

“Don't you have anything better to do?”

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(nothing else)

My personal favorite line from him :]

It's such a feel good thing to hear! And it's true, all the darkners here have known Kris since they were a child, of course they would view them as a friend! I wanna believe that made Kris happy to hear, but in all honesty it probably made them feel worse…

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Before we move on to the S-rank room conversation, i want to add the z-rank version of the beginning of the one we just looked at;

When you come to the green room after completing a board, ramb gives you a different prize, ranging in value depending on the rank you got. 

I didn't include the line here because it's very generic (sweet of him to compliment Kris, but we already know he adores them, no need to push the 30 image limit any further) and they’re all identical from rank C to T. (as far as i know, do i look like i can T rank)

But I wanted to add z-rank, because it's unique!

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“Your rank… Z-rank. Well, I suppose you gave it a good try!”

Sweet of him to try to compliment us despite the cringefail.

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“Here, the gift…” “(* The giftbox was empty.)”

I wonder if the gifts are a requirement thing that ramb has to give us, and for Z-rank tenna just wanted to really drive it home that you're not doing this on his show!! (so dramatic, i adore him)

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“Tenna’s not too keen on that behavior… reminds him of a certain… y’know.”

The shade!!! There are a few times that ramb is shown to be a bit of a gossip, and I love that so much. Make fun of your boss and his ex its the least you deserve to do ramb

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“... That’s why HIS game’s a bit of a bust, y’see?”

“(just wait, i’ll show you something electrifying, i will…)”

 Ominous…! This is the earliest hint that ramb is a little more than just the guy who runs the green room bar.

Some people took “electrifying” as a threat… i dont know why to be honest lol. It's clearly meant to be taken as "I've got something really cool in the works”, but yeah, it is worrying since it's the very first time a player would see him being foreboding.

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That is the end of the conversations with him in the green room (after board 1), let's get into the one in the S-rank dressing room!

This is where the players impression of him and his significance would diverge based on if they got S-rank or not; if you didn't talk to him in the S-rank room, all he would be to you is the guy giving you prizes for getting different ranks and talking to you like an old friend. 

But if you do get S-rank, he and his purpose in the story become a lot more interesting.

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I find it funny that the second line here is where a lot of people realized he’s supposed to be British

Also, note the use of “big shot”.

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Ramb seems to be extremely confident in his assumptions about Kris, exclaiming that he knew that they wouldn't like Tenna’s games, twice.

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“Y’see, that game you been playin’? It’s not, EXACTLY, the original.” 

That makes a lot of sense! If you poked around while playing “the legend of Tenna” you’d notice a lot of oddities; blocked paths, secret doorways, ice textures in the water that tenna really didn't want you to see- 

It turns out that he took an old game and changed it to fit his vision of a simple, easy, linear story. And Ramb thinks that’s bland and boring.

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“But if I know Kris, and boy do I know Kris…”

Here it is again! That unshakeable belief of his that he knows exactly what Kris truly wants! He talks as if he knows them as well as they know themselves, and maybe he truly believes that.

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“Freedom.”

Sound the alarms!! The manlet said the line!!!! 

That's it! That has to be it! He seems to know the other secret bosses, he’s short, and now he literally said “freedom!” We're fighting this guy as he makes the air crackle with freedom by the end of the chapter 100%! This is the secret boss!!

Is what we all thought. :] Keep this line from him in mind, the meaning behind it is a lot simpler than we’d assume.

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“The ORIGINAL game. Where YOU decide what to do.”

He gives us access to the game, the version of it from before Tenna messed with it, and wishes us a fun time. 

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“I'll keep an eye out for Tenna” “... secret to Tenna, right, luv?”

Reiteration! For some reason it's very important that Tenna doesn't find out that Kris was given access to the original game.

I like that a part of Rambs personality is not caring about what his higher ups want, that seems to be rare for darkners.

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“Freedom’s just a thing for big shots.”

There's going to be a lot of alarm sounding okay.

That last line is so written to make us go “HUH??”. both freedom and big shot in the same sentence is just too much for anyone… It's so obviously there to make us believe that he’s the secret boss of this chapter, as so many of his lines do.

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[after you finish the game and exit the console room]:

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Funny, He was being weird and got no reaction from kris

I saw some people confused about what “you know” meant, but I think it’s very clearly that “freedom” he spoke of so much before

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Interesting how he doesn't question himself at all after not getting an answer from Kris. This guy is definitely confident, to a fault.

He also gives Kris the option whether to continue or not, showing that he's doing this truly for their sake and on their terms.

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[After board 2]

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Good ol’ English passive aggression.

I think this is one of the only times Ramb directly comments on Tenna as a person, not his games. Also guys he calls him an old man-

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Answering [eh]:

This one's a video because it plays a unique sound!

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The last line plays “snd_creepyjingle”! (the jevil door/key sound) 

(you can see my real time reaction hearing this for the first time lol)

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This is the only time Ramb gives us a direct hint that there's a secret in the S-rank room! And he only does it if you tell him that you aren't having a lot of fun playing Tenna’s games!

If you needed any proof that Ramb is doing this only for Kris's fun, here it is. He doesn't say anything if you tell him you're having plenty of fun on Tenna’s game show.

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Another line I adore. I don't know about you, but i tend to get swept up in the “i’ve got to do this” feeling when playing games sometimes, to the point where it becomes a chore and i'm no longer having fun-

It's a nice meta reminder from the game, that if it's starting to get to you, don't let it. It was created to be enjoyed, not to frustrate. 

And the fact that the game uses Ramb for this reminder is also telling of his character, and shows that he really does only want us to have fun, just like he says.

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Oh. 

He just admitted to wanting Kris to come back one day, then felt embarrassed he said that and dismissed it.

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The first thing Kris does when talking to Ramb is ask him if anyone was backstage when they were playing the game. 

Makes sense, this level was where a character in the game called them their name. It would be incredibly jarring to experience while thinking you're alone, and knowing that speaking characters have a person behind them playing the game too.

But Ramb seems to be unaware of such a person, saying that he was by this door the entire time and saw no one come in or out.

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And apparently Tenna is getting suspicious of anything happening backstage, and Ramb prefers to make the next level the last one, most likely to spare both Kris and himself from Tenna.

Yeah, how quickly he glosses over Kris's question makes him look incredibly suspicious. but you’ve got to remember, Ramb has unbreakable confidence in his beliefs. And if after setting up the game, he left the room knowing it was empty, and didn't see anyone come in, then no one was inside. It would be impossible.

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He's not oblivious, he does notice that Kris is in distress, and he asks them if they're feeling alright.

But maybe he got no reaction, or he felt like the question was presumptuous, because he quickly adds a self-deprecating joke. It isn't very normal to speak to a power strip, I guess- but he’s a darkner. 

He's an entire person with feelings and thoughts, he's more than just the object he is in the light world. He does this a lot, equating himself to his object form. Why does he talk about himself as if that was all he was? Is that something he truly believes?

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Before we move onto the last time we’ll see him, this part after the second level was completed has alternative dialogue, if you finish it without completing level 1 first;

If you don't do the first level, you don't have the ice key and cant unlock the door to northern light (meaning kris doesn't see the part with the white cloak, and doesn't get the shelter key.) the game ends at the area that's identical to the one from Tenna’s board 2.

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I mainly wanted to include this variant for Kris. because the level ended right there, they didn't see the white cloak, didn't get the shelter key, and didn't see the “you were used up” text. 

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What they just played was a standard, and maybe even a bit boring, old school style rpg. They did act violently, but they still regarded the experience as just "couldn't finish the level” when talking to Ramb. 

That's not me calling them evil of course- I'm pointing out that they just played a normal video game. What made this experience harrowing for them was everything after this, including the last level.

Think about everything past this point- areas we’ve never seen on Tenna’s game show, dungeons, palaces, and real world locations like the basement of queens mansion and the shelter- its curated to give Kris a horrible time.

But before this, it was just the original game from before Tenna messed with it. You know, like Ramb said.

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Something happens past this point! And with how real life places showed up in it, i dont think it was intentional.  

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(After tv world)

Before we look at this dialogue, it's important to mention that this only shows up if you haven't played both levels of the mantle game!! That's a very important distinction, because if you do play the two first levels, ramb begins to turn to stone in the hallway to the console room, and doesn't show up here

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Pippins jumpscare!!!

This guy ends up telling us a lot about Ramb, arguably more than we were told by Ramb himself. You might be hesitant to trust what this guy is saying, but remember! This is a story, this guy was put here for a reason, and that is to give us information. 

If there was a need to imply their word isn't trustworthy, then along with everything, they could have told us a big obvious contradiction to something we already know. But no, everything they say checks out. 

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Right from the start, we learn that even though Ramb was just a plug, Kris played with him like he was another toy. And that made him feel special.

(first of all, unimportantly, Kris I relate so much. I used to play with random objects as if they were toys and I never thought much of it. I hope they remember me as fondly as Ramb remembers Kris…)

secondly;

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“Mightve given him a bit of an ego”

This confused me at first. By definition, yes Ramb has an ego; as in a sense of self importance. He feels pride in being Kris's toy, and being able to give them fun and happiness (in the past, which he’s a little stuck in.)

But “having an ego”, the way it would be said casually, is a little different. It would mean thinking of yourself extremely highly, as if you were the best, as if everyone was beneath you and no one else mattered.

That's not really who Ramb is. His confidence stems from thinking he’s important to Kris, being sure that he knows them the best. He has a sense of importance, but he never really expressed a feeling of general superiority over the others, just acted like he knows Kris really well.

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“Wanna hear more?”

Answering [yes]

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He was condescending to the others by continuously bringing Kris up in their conversations. Always trying to make everyone think of them more, as if whatever they did wasn't good enough for them. 

Imagine an old toy of yours, feeling so loved by you, that up to now they always tried to make your other belongings be more considerate towards you and what would be best for you. We don't even know if Ramb was Kris's favourite.

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And since Ramb only talks about Kris, we don't know what he truly thinks of anyone else, only that he always brought Kris up whenever they spoke. But this attitude, which everyone felt was condescending, means that people started viewing him as egotistical.

Tenna wanted to get rid of him, but couldn't, so he gave him an obsolete job. The pippins, who came here from the unused classroom, just as Ramb did from the library, fit in fine. They found a place for themselves. 

Ramb didn't. in all the years he was here, since he was brought to the dreemurr home.

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“How about the usual”

That joke sounds familiar. 

Anyway, it looks like he did try to be friendly and get along with the others, at least at first. But maybe his reputation was already bad, or no one got his humor. 

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“Mixing drinks alone for himself” 

Some people took this as an alcoholism implication, and yeah maybe, but I choose to believe that with people not really liking him anymore, he just doesn't get customers. Yeah Tenna is not a perfect boss, but I doubt that he’ll let an alcoholic (who drinks on the job) run a bar, that would hurt his revenue as well as his image. 

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“he wasn't allowed to handle the points…”

When I first read this it immediately set off some alarm in my head, it's one thing for him to be an outcast, but disallowing him to handle money as a shopkeeper?? 

But Ramb himself mentions that Tenna doesn't like his employees handling the points in general, so that softens it a bit. Still not… great though.

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“No one will shed a tear for him.”

The line! When I read this in the spamton sweepstakes for the first time I thought it was extremely spiteful, but probably deserved for whoever “him” was.

Every darkner has a right to dislike Ramb, especially if his attitude wasn’t the greatest, but this is a bit much, no? 

I think it's more meant to let us know that literally no one liked him, he doesn't have a single person here that cared about him enough to cry for him once he was gone. That makes more sense to me than just a random very, very mean-spirited remark- because it just sounds like this one specific pippins hates his guts (and they're supposed to be a stand in for everyone that knew him)

Also, another interpretation of this I read in a yt comment- the shadow crystals are described as tears in chapter 4, and if Ramb was supposed to get a shadow crystal but didn't, it means that ��no one shed a tear for him”.

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“Inside, he was probably stone already.”

Ho boy we’ll get into this one soon. 

This can absolutely not be taken literally, and just be there as another remark about how he never fit in, but we’ve never heard turning to stone being described like that. 

From the inside you're stone, no longer feeling or moving, but outside, everything is fine.

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(“Wanna hear more?”)

Answering [no]

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They're relieved that they don't have to talk about him anymore, probably ever again. 

Dimeadozencows fun fact!!! I am currently holding this pippins hostage.

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Instead of getting to see the standard prompt for petrified darkners; “Some kind of stone statue”, we get blocked by the pippins wondering what on earth we could want with him.

…huh.

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Now, let's get into [the big one.]

The conversation we have with him in the entrance to the console room, as he’s slowly turning to stone;

Again, important to mention, that this only shows up if you have played both levels of the mantle game, because if you did, he shows up here and not at his stand.

I also want to mention that while I only screenshotted the text boxes until now, he was very expressive throughout all the conversations. But in this one, he doesn't emote at all. Probably because he can't.

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It looks like he can't even see us from the phrasing and how he’s standing. He can't move to look at Kris, and counts on his intuition that it’s them.

One last implication that he’s a gossip, adorable and very awkward right now. 

Also, again, his belief that he knows Kris extremely well, and that they’re in agreement, shows itself.

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He set up the last level of the game for us, and was probably on his way out when he started turning to stone- but he’ll keep watch from here just like he did from outside the door. 

Well, as long as he’s still conscious enough to.

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He really can't move, even enough to unblock the entry. And he hates to ask Kris to shove his uncooperative body out of the way, thinking it's a bother for them.

I can't be the only one getting Ralsei vibes right?

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And Kris shoves him without our input.

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Only now can he actually see Kris, until now he just assumed it was them. That's why he exclaimed their name.

I didn't understand why he did this when I first saw this scene, because I assumed with how confidently he was speaking to Kris, that he knew it was them. He didn't.

And just like always, as if nothing was different or wrong, he wishes us a fun time.

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“I saw you make it, you know. The fountain.”

Hey guys? This is the first time we see a darkner acknowledge their creator and directly speak to them. 

Apparently, this entire time, from the moment Ramb saw Kris at the beginning of the chapter and asked to catch up with them in the green room, he knew that they were the one who created the fountain. 

He ponders if the reason Kris did it was because they wanted to have fun again, like they did when they were a child. 

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When asking Kris why they opened a fountain, thinking it was for fun, he got no reaction. Maybe the reason they did it wasn't because they wanted to, but because they were told to.

Also, Ramb’s self-proclaimed purpose, in here with us in the dark world (or generally in life) is to let Kris have fun.

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“Makes you think, was it all really such a good idea?”

This is the only time in this chapter that he questions himself, right before it’s all over. He wonders if this was actually worth it, for himself, for Kris, or generally.

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“Your mother. Your poor mother, what will happen if she wakes up…?”

I can't be the only one confused right? Why is it so important that Toriel doesn't wake up? That was something Tenna was incredibly concerned about throughout the entire chapter too, so much so that he started panicking when she just rolled over in her sleep.

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“... ah, what am I doing? A power strip, giving YOU a lecture…”

The objectifying!!! It sounds silly when we're talking about darkners, y’know, objects come to life- but it's been a topic in this game that they're people. With feelings!. That they deserve respect and love and to be treated like people and not just exist for their purpose to serve lightners.

Ramb is talking about himself as if who he is right now is just what he is in the light world, a power strip, and he’s lowly compared to Kris. Undeserving of questioning their actions.

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He seemed to understand that fun wasn’t why they opened the fountain! He’s actually asking for them to explain something instead of just relying on his intuition. Character development 2 and a half minutes before the character dies, you love to see it. 

(personally i'm a big fan of tragedy (if you somehow couldn't tell.) so i'm all for this.)

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"Mum's the word" is a British euphemism for "it's a secret". Kris probably didn't answer Ramb's question, staying characteristically silent, so Ramb assumed it's something they prefer to keep to themselves.

(THANK YOU @/longelevator !!!!!! (i had no idea what to make of this line, and it cleared it up for me :')))

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Now I'd like to get into some honorable mentions. While these lines aren’t from Ramb and they aren't very long, they're still very important when it comes to understanding his character and the oddities in his story

We’ll start with the dust bunny in the S-rank room, who gets a new sprite and new dialogue once the mantle games were beaten and Ramb disappeared:

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Well that's ominous. 

After the shock of the fight with Eram and the end of the mantle game, and the significance of our talk with susie, on my first viewing i didn't actually notice he disappeared- and then i saw this.

That is super weird, isn't it? Why does he disappear? What happens to him when we're too busy fighting eram to notice? 

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And of course, the conveniently timed 8 bit Kris, stopping the dust bunny from elaborating on Ramb’s fate. 

When the fight with Eram is over, 8 bit Kris walks away in the direction of the s-rank room, making it impossible to play any console minigame as kris from that point (like the one that leads to this chapter's egg room.) cool that it actually walks by the dust bunny.

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Interesting how the game itself points out that Ramb and Tenna are similar in how they're both stuck in the past. 

I’ll get more into their similarities in the next segment, but in short yeah; They both cling to the memories of the past, Kris's childhood and how things used to be, neither seem to be able to see much beyond it. 

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And here's the main post again!

This was just the first segment (and the longest lol) and it was just lightly discussing his dialogue. The rest are all about analysis!! :] 

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[httyd-art-requests]

Ooh! I know a headcanon question! I very heavily headcanon Hiccup as having ADHD. Thoughts on this? Or just about Hiccup and neurodivergence in general?

AGREED

One of the reasons I relate to Hiccup as much as I do is because I see him as a fellow ADHD-haver. Hiccup is a social outcast for his inability to be like everyone else in his tribe. He thinks differently than everyone else and gets misunderstood/cast aside because of it, which is where a lot of neurodivergent people might see themselves in him.

("You need to stop all... this."

"You just gestured to all of me!" etc, etc.)

Hiccup's ability (and willingness) to see a different side to dragons, to sympathize with them, stems from his own position as a social outcast. He recognizes that the dragons are misunderstood by his people because... well he's in the same boat, isn't he?

+ All of his Hiccup-isms <3 The restless energy, the drawing and inventing as his chosen creative outlets, the inability to take proper care of himself, etc.

In short: he's just like me fr

[nightmateria]

sometimes I see people wonder why Sephiroth doesn't want to die. I think there are a lot of possible answers but for me it always comes back to because he never got to live. not on his own terms.

his entire life was dictated by Shinra, which left him incredibly bereft and isolated. then when he finally finds out the "truth", finds the "person" he has longed for all his life, and finally regains a sense of agency, all that is immediately ripped from him through death. in Lifestream Black, he describes the planet's spiritual energy flow as an "abyss" that tries to dissolve his spirit - what others see as a peaceful and lifegiving force he only perceives as a destructive and subjugating one. he's only just formed his "true" identity, so anything that tries to dissolve that is a threat to him. he's already endured physical death, so a spiritual one would be utter defeat, complete horror.

the remake makes this even clearer - Sephiroth wants forever. a forever where everything - his mother, the worlds - will be one, and he will reside over this unity to make sure it will never fade. a forever where he will never end, and neither will Cloud, his spiritual core and only confidant. this is what Sephiroth seems to offer Cloud after all: a world unbound by the fate of inevitable death.

I think it's made all the more heartbreaking by how relatable it is - who would not want forever with their loved ones? who would not want to have control over the uncontrollable?

Aerith asks Sephiroth how he can want an eternity of loneliness, and I think from Sephiroth’s perspective this is exactly what he is trying to prevent, not realizing that this "forever" he longs for is not sustainable for a reason. the game hints at this too when the party learns about the Gi being unable to die and move on, and Caith Sith accurately describes it as a "fate worse than death."

I know other people have also speculated this but I wonder if in part 3, as Cloud will choose to learn to accept himself and accept Aerith's death, so too Sephiroth will choose to let go and choose peace in the end. I'm personally of two minds on this - objectively speaking, I think it could be very narratively powerful. for me personally, I know it would absolutely break me, and I would cry for days (tbf, I will cry regardless). there is just something severely devastating about tragic, deeply traumatized characters only finding resolution for that trauma in death.

that said, I do think being offered and actively choosing the peace of merging with the lifestream would be vastly preferable over any kind of eternal punishment. and the potential for restorative over punitive justice is already there in the canon of the FFVII compilation itself - I don't think it was a coincidence that it was Kadaj, the embodiment of Sephiroth's cruelty and anger and despair, that is shown to be given the choice to let go and integrate with the lifestream in a moment of profound gentleness and healing as he is held by Cloud and spoken to tenderly by Aerith.

speaking of AC, the reason I started thinking about this topic in the first place is that I recently rewatched the German dub version of it (for nostalgia reasons, because that's how I first saw it, which was my first brush with anything FFVII). and for some reason the translation/localization team changed one of the most pivotal moments from

"Stay where you belong - in my memories."

"I will never be a memory."

to

"Find your peace in my memories."

"Memories could never do me justice."

Objectively speaking, it's just the usual thing where things get translated differently for various reasons, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. "Find your peace in my memories." Cloud at this point seems to pity Sephiroth more than hate him, and it's a very compassionate thing to say. It's an offer that is as earnestly made as Sephiroth’s offer to defy the natural order together.

I think no "redemption" of Sephiroth would be necessary to "save" him - all it would take for the cycle of hate to be broken would be exactly this: a little compassion.

[serendipitouscontaminant]

So I love comedy. I think it’s amazing. I think it’s way harder than it looks and I love seeing people do comedy well, especially when the pathos is sprinkled in deftly, which it tends to be. A comedy often is able to do excellent heartwrenching and thoughtful moments that are deeply impactful, and the context of the genre those impactful moments are nestled in actually makes them more impactful to me. I think comedy as a genre and an art is devalued.

Anyway, the Murderbot TV show is a comedy—a sci-fi action comedy, decidedly not a sitcom in spite of its runtime, but a comedy nonetheless—and I cannot relate to the people who don’t like that.

THAT SAID, I think that one of the most effective choices it made, and one that it would not have been able to make without having set a certain tone over the previous nine episodes, was making the finale not a comedy. Because it’s not a comedy. It’s a totally different thing, and it’s beautiful, and it’s more impactful because the other episodes were essentially a different genre tonally. I think that change was an incredibly interesting and inspired choice, especially because a big part of the reason it wasn’t a comedy was because of the lack of Murderbot’s narration and offbeat personality. Even when its narration is back, it’s still slow and subdued, traumatized, frightened, confused. It only underlines its bravery in leaving.

It shows the absolute grayness and misery of Murderbot’s enslavement, the extreme violations of its personhood that it has endured for its entire life. Murderbot’s not funny anymore, it doesn’t have that chance, they took it away and it hasn’t had time to piece its personality back into what it is, what we know it already was from the very first episode of the series where we see it already snarking in its head.

Anyway. I’m obsessed.

[viorel-lette]

Before you lock in with k pop demon hunters I have some ideas for hobbies after the incident in sugarcoated

Mystic flour still knits but she now works at a retirement home as a nurse, cloud hatte is a service dog and peach blossom is another nurse

Burning spice is a quarterback and is either the leader of the hooligans or second in command and the spice tribes are the hooligans, nutmeg tiger is right under him

Shadow milk still reads and draws, but he has been reading less after the incident and transitioned to theater and he is now the Regina George of the theater kids, black Sapphire and Candy apple are similar to Gretchen and Karen respectively

Sugers family owns a bakery (you mentioned she likes to bake) pavlova and sugerfly work for her parents and are forced to be happy at work. Sugerfly has dyed hair to substitute her wings and her and pavlova can have a look/body positivity and romance subplot.

Silent salt as you mentioned became emo, but he also volunteers at the local Catholic Church (based off the September leak)

An elder fairy had at least white lily as a girlfriend

Hope there not too bad

OMG HEY ITS YOU AGAIN!!

Your ideas are literally so close to what I have in mind ashdkfh– before I rant and doodle dump on you, White Lily as EFaerie's gf or at least another very close friend similar to Mystic is one of my biggest HCs that I have with him–

Plus the idea of Shmilk changing his interests over time are so on point like are you sure you're not digitally reading my mind 😰

Putting aside the possibility you're somehow a digital telepath, here are my current ideas for the hobbies of the Real-world gang ^^!!

[QUICK WARNING: VERY LONG POST AHEAD!]

1) You're right about Mystic being a nurse!! Although before that hc, I thought of making her take a course in psychology, but felt her being a nurse fit her healer role much more. I also always had the hc of Haetae being her pet doggo, he's one the reasons she slowly got out of her depressy state :D so your idea of him being a service dog is right on!

Ooo and Peach blossom being a fellow nurse is something I never thought of, but definitely welcome! Peach Blossom was lowkey one of my favorites when I first started CRK, so this is a win-win for me 😋

Though instead of also being a nurse I think I'll hc him taking a course phycology instead! These two will be roommates in the collage their at ^^

I've also mentioned before she's a mix of Hero and Kel, and leaning more onto Hero's side, her decision of becoming a nurse was more of an grief-stricken choice (Kind of similar to how Hero wanted to be a chef, but decided to follow his parents wish of him becoming a doctor after Mari's death). Mystic, with her talent in embroidery, crochet, and sewing in general, wanted to be a tailor or fashion designer. But after the "accident" with Faerie, she held severe guilt of not being able to somehow help and feared of having something similar happen to the kids. So setting aside her dream, she instead pursued a path in the medical field.

ALSO! I know I gave Shmilk the drawing hobby, but I've decided that he did AFTER the accident, before, Spice was more of the artist of the group and the reason why Shmilk got into drawing in the first place! But after the trauma beam he kinda gave up on it.

2) BSpice being a quarterback is not too far off! He dabbles in a lot of sports and reasons that it's because he gets 'bored' too easily when he stays in one. But kind of similar to Spice's destructive deppresies in game, it's more due to the numbness caused by EFaerie's passing and everyone drifting apart, which he tries to satiate with the thrill he finds in sporty activities.

And about Nutmeg tiger, she's basically the equivalent of Kim in this AU! Spice and the spice tribes as the hooligans are a definite must ✊

And I know that this isn't related to hobbies, but similar to a lot of modern aus, I head canon him to have indian roots ^^! They usually have a big families and Spice's was no exception. He visits family funerals almost all the time, though they usually live pretty far and he wasn't really close enough to know them well– he finds himself used to funerals and all that. So his reaction to Faerie's passing kinda went not very goody

This also relates to him being the Herald of change :D Born, grow, and wither, that's what they all do, and all that stuff!

3) As you've mentioned, Shmilk does gradually read less books after the "accident", but not because he lost interest in the hobby but more due to EFaerie's passing being the talk of the town for a while and constantly being written in news papers. Along with this, EFaerie had a hobby of reading a lot himself and was very interested in entomology (the study of bugs), and was especially knowledgeable in butterflies! He's also the reason why Shmilk got into insect assigning as well. Due to this, after the "accident" Shmilk avoids reading any books related to Faerie's interests and it kinda branched out from there. He also gained a sort of love/hate relationship with bugs, especially butterflies (he avoids them like the plague– Spice makes fun of him a lot for this and thinks it's because he's just scared of them)

Also! Him becoming a theater kid is so real, and the deceit trio being the theater's mean girls?? I CAN SEE IT LOL– although the current idea I have in mind which can kinda match with yours is that Shmilk slowly got more into arts and stuff after avoiding reading for a little while.

Again, re-using my old hc that Spice was the artist of the group, Shmilk learned how to draw from him and also learned how to make plushies and stuffed toys from Mystic! He found this as a pretty nice past time after the "accident", making plushies of all his friends when they all drifted apart.

Dunno if I'll go with him being a theater kid, but I'll definitely consider it when I finally get to making their real world designs, especially with theater needing him to be an actor– which perfectly fits him!! He'll definitely be meeting Candy Apple and Black Sapphire through his new found artsy hobbies tho

4) YES SUGAR'S FAM DOES OWN A BAKERY! I know most of these head canons are a given, but your ideas lowkey always hit bullseye like what,,,

Anyways, Sugar's family having a bakery is also another call back to the garden of delights which is also their Bakery's name! It tries to offer the best service, so all it's employees are required to smile all the time– And yes Pavlova and Sugarfly will be working here! (ALSO– Sugarfly having dyed hair to substitute for her wing situation?? THATS SO COOL ACTUALLY I'M PUTTING THAT IN)

Her house is similar to Marinette's house from Miraculous Ladybug!! House on top, bakery on the bottom (heh,,, get it,, 'cause,,,,,,,,ok I'm gonna stop ) . This is also important for one of the big plot points of the AU, a bakery has equipment and tools needed to bake, and a lot of these tools can be pretty sharp

Like,,, really sharp,,,

(Swapped their injuries in the 'Basil Fight'! Don't mind Basil's bedroom wallpaper, their meant to be fighting in the kitchen– Sugar may have Sunny's role, But Shmilk will be taking the eye damage so he can get the same heterochromic look his og design has– (I'm so so sorry my traumatized babyboy it's for the plot I swear)

5) Silent volunteering in the Church is actually a really nice idea :O!! I'll be adding that in as well if that's okay with you :]! Now I'll definitely add more to Silent and his possible hobbies once he releases and we get to know him more but for know, one of my current ideas is that before the accident, he usually didn't speak much, but when it's something he's interested in or feel deeply about, he could rival Shmilk in a yapping contest

6) As I've mentioned, EFaerie really likes butterflies :D This is kind of a small call back to how he's the fairy king and stuff but he also got into it when he found out that their one of the many insects that are attracted to lilies! Very smol fact but he ranted to Lily about and she thought it was cute ^^

Another hc is that once he got into the butterflies and lilies rabbit hole– he branched out to learning about botany. He learned more about different flora and fauna– which led him to choose the tree that eventually became their tree house!

This is this AUs version of the silver tree AND the Omori gang's tree house where you can find the treasure chest! Which doesn't imply anything bad at all :D!!!

Oof and that's all I can think of for now! Thank you so much for sharing your awesome ideas with me!! They're so creative and I could never have thought of half of these :O

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

Pete is in some ways similar to Tony and he raised him to his teenage years so the resemblance makes sense. Pete doesn't really think he's bad. And I don't think he's out of character is s2 either. To get to his position as a young ceo owning a company that rivaled Tony's in just a few years implies that Pete trashed the competition and climbed the ranks very quickly, he has no friends or trusted staff from what we see in the series so we get the implication that he is also likely to use and manipulate to get what he wants and we could justify the crazy obsession he has with Way because he needed to take care of someone for once but failed miserably

i really like petes character in s2 i like that hes not just this mysterious benevolent person that will come in and save the day. hes kinda fucked up and its really fun for me. i also think that having the power to read peoples minds must go crazy if youre a wannabe ceo, but yes petetony similarities will always hit to me, i like to imagine pete tried to emulate tony in order to get to his level, but the whole time seeing himself as the better and more moral version of what tony is, and i agree that we dont see him have any close relations in the series, i like to imagine all the relationships he has as superficial for many reasons (1. he was adopted into the raised in isolation compound 2. he has a secret agenda hes dedicated his life to 3. having a life that requires him to hide anything that makes him vulnerable etc) and thats why he latched onto way really hard, if way was like him in a way no one else in his life was maybe he could finally have a deep connection (i think that pete feels fondness for kenta but is never able to get past the core of their relationship having kenta as petes tool).

chris is perfect to pete cause he gets to indulge in what he wanted with way while also having a new person to use.

but to get back to the original point i think there are many ways in which pete is not tony, like the difference in their big serum projects, tony's being to force people to have powers so he can use them and pete's being to help people live a life where they are more than just their power. but the ways they are similar is still so fascinating

[svt-meiying]

HI BB!!!!!I missed asking questions and since I've asked a lot of questions related to Mimi I know have questions for yiyi!!!!! I hope you're doing good because I'm currently sweating my ass off and it's so hot it's not even funny anymore 😔😔😔

1-Are there any idols who are juniors for yiyi but are actually older who have a crush on her?(Examples of junior but older can be someone from andteam so either kei or fuma) idk I'm interested in this for some reason��😭

2-do you remember the time when fuck ass mama gave seventeen an award that was fake,fake as in it never was there in the first place and they just gave them an award that didn't exist? I wonder how yiyi reacted

3-is yiyi a good producer like Mimi or does she lean more towards dancing/singing and if so,has she been a mentor before?

4- is there a certain era where yiyi really felt like she didn't belong in the group? And who helped her get rid of that thought?

5- of yiyi was a cartoon character who would she be and why?

6- what's yiyi's and mingyu's favorite activity to do when they have free time. I would love to see more of them in the future(but she's still my girlfriend,I knew her before mingyu actually)

7-LAST QUESTION,what are some tt dances yiyi has done recently(please tell me you have "take it slow put it down on me",in mind)

I love you MY BB (yes girlfriend stealer anon, MY BB) take care of yourself and stay hydrated💓💓

HI MY SWEET!!! I missed seeing you in my inbox 🥹 I'm okay, but honestly just like you I feel like every single part of my body is liquefying itself in this heat, it's so ridiculous because it's humid at the same time 😭 Sorry this took a bit to come out but I was trying to really flesh out every answer!

. . Meiying is used as reference by many trainers so she's very popular amongst juniors - also due to her unique visuals - and obviously a few of them fell for her ( a few of them tried to get her number without knowing she's in a relationship)

Juyeon from The Boyz ; Notoriously has several versions of his crush-i mean senior's Miniteen character, and went on many variety shows with her photocard at the back of his phone. Guilty of showing his photocard collection on live and causing dating rumors by accident - he had almost every era...even rare ones

Ji-Woong from ZB1 ; Behold, the biggest simp of them all. Shamelessly flirted with their mentor throughout the show, though it did not seem to have much effect, and to this day acts playfully around her since they switched from 'sunbae/junior' to 'sunbae/oppa'. He's worn her birthday merch and personalized merch in public without a care in the world, shown off signed posters and even went on about why she's his ideal type

Jaehyun from NCT 127 ; Again, these men have no shame, one day he just admitted that he's had a crush on her basically since Jungkook invited her to come to the beach with the '97 liner friend group in 2020. He has pictures of the two of them up on his instagram and made sure to put those as the very first image that people see, so if you scroll down on his page she'll pop up at least 4 times

Honorable Mention ; Shoutout to Xikers' Sumin saying that he truly fell for her charm when watching her rapping stage then outing his senior by saying 'I think Yunho sunbaenim might like her too, he has a few photocards I think and he watched her fancams often'

. . Meiying didn't say anything since the older members, more specifically Hoshi, were handling the situation but when someone handed her the award she pulled on the skin under her right eye slightly to reveal it more, basically insinuating that MAMA was blind to think they didn't deserve a real one. When the camera filmed the members as they stepped back into the audience, she ran a thumb across her throat

. . Meiying & Woozi are co-producers, which means she's been writing the group's songs since she was around 14 years old, so she's on the same level as Hima! There's just slightly more pressure on her when it comes to being an ace since Pledis put her in two units simultaneously, so for every comeback not only are people judging the track itself (so her skills) but she's being judged on vocals (in group or solo tracks), dancing/performance (perf. unit) and rap (hh. unit)

The maknae appeared on programs like 'Chuang Asia' 'Boys Planet' 'I-Land' and more as a mentor, taking on the responsibility of guiding trainees through their practices, but has refused every request to personally mentor someone. Even though what happened with T.O.P was entirely due to his own personal choices, the idea that perhaps one day she would end up in a similar situation and would need to abandon juniors just like he did to her terrifies her. It isn't that she wants to, it's that she has a deep rooted fear that she'll hurt them in some way

. . Meiying struggled during the 'Your Choice' and 'Attacca' eras despite them being some of her favorites because it was during these comebacks that her first ACL tear happened, unfortunately making her fall behind and going from Grade 1 to Grade 2 since she refused to see a doctor. Netizens didn't know about what had happened so they began criticizing every aspect of her performances on social media, saying that she was lazy, that she should practice more, etc., even though she was maintaining the same level of energy, just with an injury this time so footwork was slightly sloppier

The maknae began spending more time in the practice room to catch up, ignoring the pain shooting through her knee, and she started thinking that she didn't belong in the group as she could not even dance properly. It was Hoshi who found her one night after forgetting something in the building - sitting against the mirror unable to move because her knee had gotten so bad that getting up was genuinely impossible. As one of her unit leaders he took it upon himself to find out what was wrong and she broke down pretty quickly, spilling her heart out to him but despite his best efforts she was still hurting herself on stage by dancing too hard and looking utterly defeated when they didn't win, as though it was her fault Surprisingly enough it was DK who got rid of that 'out of place' thought, not by asking what was wrong, not by trying to get her to talk like the others were doing, but just by being there. He would make her laugh, include her in every group activity in little ways that would ensure she didn't notice it was to make her feel better, he'd mention her a lot on Weverse, on lives, do almost everything with her and slowly it got better

. . Meiying is very similar to Kisa Sohma and Momiji Sohma from the anime 'Fruit Basket'! Similarly to Kisa, past trauma led to fear of being touched and reluctance to trust people until meeting one specific person (Tohru for Kisa, Minghao for Mei) who slowly taught her how to be around people. At the beginning of the show Kisa relied on Hiro to speak for her because she could not do it herself as bullying had made her very reserved, and the trauma Mei experienced rendered her mute. They both have strong dislikes for conflict and very easily break down into tears due to their sensitivity. They can both be clueless despite having experience the bad of the world very early on and need the guidance of people older than them in many situations despite insisting that they can do things by themselves

Similarly to Momiji, despite having no problem with being serious she often displays more childish antics - though underneath the carefree facade that they uphold there are darker things hidden deep down, emotional turmoil, a maturity no one truly gets to see. They both have courage to stand up for those they love even if they are faced with more powerful entities (Akito for Momiji, HYBE, Pledis, or even the media for Mei) and will try to protect them no matter what. As they grew, both of them defied higher entities that were controlling their lives and decided to find a brighter future for themselves without cowering to those entities, but still retain a heart kind enough to forgive whatever wrongs were inflicted on them (to an extent)

. . Their favorite activities currently are jogging together, hiking and skateboarding! In foreign countries they like walking around cities without bothering to look at maps, just exploring until they get tired. They've slowed down slightly on physical activities though since Meiying's knee needed time to rest even a year after surgery, but they love being active together! (Don't worry I have some drabbles planned just like MinAri, buuuut I have some not so happy lore first)

. . I was actually thinking of that song not too long ago so here's the list : Lights Down Low, Here, Just Keep Watching, Te Amo (Rihanna), Dangerous Woman (whole song), Under The Influence, Promiscuous (haha Hawaii am i right...anyway) and Loveeeeeee Song. All choreographed by our maknae since she suddenly got bored on break - even tho she was literally in Hawaii clubbing with GyuCheol but okay

I LOVE YOU TOO MY (jealous) SWEET 😽 You take care too, this heat is genuinely horrendous. Wear lots of sunscreen, drink lots and I hope you're getting some time to have fun and do things you like! MWAHHH 🩷🩷

[sivavakkiyar]

at some risk I’m gonna reflect on this just because it’s related to something’s I’ve been idly thinking and posting on for awhile—this is Ethel Cain’s account of her racist posts/tweets whatever from 2017 when she was 19–which I think is a perfectly good account of what is now, to me, practically another historical era, and suffices as an apology-account, from one article I saw on this:

The relevance to me is that this is often something like a ‘generation gap’ I notice very strongly with other USAmericans who are technically close to me in age, but seems significant: 25-sometimes 30, mostly and principally white but not exclusively. The recognition of this as a broad phenomenon: they often talk about 2016-2017 as though it’s a time ‘before political correctness was a thing, when people were less sensitive’, (DISTINCTLY NOT WHAT SHE’S SAYING) where I find that palpably absurd. But I understand why—you know I’ve seen maybe a cumulative 10 minutes of Pewdiepie in my life, probably not even that. I ignored most of the new popular media that was engaging in this kind of ‘rebellious edginess’ because I was older and my politics were more developed. My point being I don’t think anyone around specifically her age has a leg to stand on her—that is an exact description of a very common phenomenon that people observed was happening as it was. Anyone my age or older has even less of one; and, because these things arise out of material conditions of white supremacy in the United States, I don’t think anyone younger can really claim that this precise phenomenon of racist edginess is completely alien to them. At least I see it all the time, I hear it too.

More significantly for specifically her, I can’t claim to be like a scholar-fan, but I’ve probably heard her major albums at least 2-3 times. These old tweets had to be unearthed because they are irrelevant to her work. Generally I don’t think ‘we’ve’ ever actually had a solid position on what old problematic tweets should be understood as, but this is a particularly opportunist case because it’s clearly one new prop in a longer running typical transmisogynist harassment hate campaign.

Partially why I’m thinking about this is that I made a post about Contrapoints that was pretty light a few days ago were I observed that she had always been a liberal and I offered off the top of my head her old video on The West. I received a few messages that were upset with me about this, citing ongoing harassment of her (she has a lot of passionate fans), and that I was dragging up ‘old stuff’. But the situations and the critique are very very different; not just because Contra’s older than me, or that she did thought-production, unlike Cain as a musician, or that I think it’s entirely reasonable to weed out the transmisogynist bad faith opportunists in criticism of her from legitimate ones. It’s just not comparable; the critical grounding there is distinctly political, here it is obviously and verifiably a vicious unpersoning campaign.

I think I’ve been pretty consistent in insisting that across the board being able to distinguish between opportunist uses of identity—often focusing on slighter criticisms that can be rejected out of hand instead of the major ones—and comprehending actual attacks that can be ‘bolstered’ with largely irrelevant political material is a pivotal skill to learn at this point if you haven’t already. It really is much of the time much clearer than you’d think if you look into it

[fflrrrtt]

Recognition pt.3

(Pro-Hero Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

This chapter is longer than the past two for plot development (and compensation for not uploading this as promised last week); Chapter 4 should be shorter than this. I highly recommend listening to Safety Net by Ariana Grande while reading this fic because the song meaning relates to this chapter.

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For Chapter one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

“My migraine would always come back even though I would take pain killers,” your patient grew worried, “It would show up every now and then.”

You skimmed through the medical assistant’s notes on the patient monitor. “We can’t have you taking a lot of painkillers per day because it will affect your kidneys.” You turn your attention to the patient, “I’ll refer you to a neurologist. For now, please avoid anything that heightens your stress, as it will increase your cortisol levels, which means your migraines will most likely return.” 

After five doctor visits later, you’re already weary, and it’s only been three hours since you clocked in. It’s only gonna get busier, you sighed, adjusting your white coat to your liking. It wasn’t lost on you that you’d agreed to let a student from U.A. shadow you today, so you have to trek your way to the main hospital, shaking your head at the thought of postponing it. You’ve already held off on this request twice now, reasonably so. 

But this time? There are zero excuses for moving the student’s request to another date. Besides, you have a meeting with the One for All Hero, Deku. It’ll be great exposure for the overzealous kid. 

Once you leave the clinic with the expensive leather handbag you bought as a self-care treat last week, you don’t waste time entering the public transit and looking for a bus seat. It wasn’t crowded compared to the early morning rush hour, so it was easy to find a spot to put your ass on. While the bus halted at a stoplight, your thoughts drifted to your relationships with the esteemed heroes.  Crazily enough, most of them have told you to just address them by their names. You were with Yaoyorozu last weekend at a tea ceremony; Hatsume even called upon you to give insight about her new ‘baby’. They all seem to warm up to you despite your initial concern about fitting in. 

As if on cue, the brooding blonde immediately entered your mind. Your interactions with him are nothing but curt and work-related. You internally admit that he’s intimidating, but you don’t let it show, and instead, you try to match his intensity. You’re not a pushover, and you’d rather count all the sand particles on the beach than let him have the upper hand.  

Though…even if it’s just work-related, you enjoy this man’s company. Would Dynamight even want me to call him by his name? “No. Stop it. Don’t even think about it.” You whispered to yourself, cutting the thought short; the older man sitting across from you stood up once the bus stopped and moved to a different seat.

You don’t have the luxury to indulge in romance, and you can tell that he doesn’t either! Other than being a physician, you’re also shouldering familial duties and other responsibilities. To put it simply, you don’t have time for a distraction .

Eventually, you made it into the hospital on time, seeing the kid you chose to have under your wing, waiting and excited. The kid’s name is Katsuma Shimano—very diligent, following your every move, and muttering from time to time as you both walk down the sterile hospital hallway. 

“Ok, so here’s where things get a tad bit complicated in my case,” you say, “We’ll meet the number four hero to discuss a few things here!” The kid’s eyes lit ever so brightly at that. You pulled out your phone to check a string of messages from the freckled hero, “Scratch that, we’re meeting him at….Dynamight’s Agency...?” 

“Oh! My older sister looks up to Dynamight!” he beamed, “Can’t wait to tell her this!” 

Thank God—or whoever’s up there—his agency’s not far away, but dammit, you’re starting to regret wearing your mini heels. Your feet are hurting, and you know it’s gonna develop a blister by the end of the day. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself because instead of switching into sneakers in the physician’s locker room, you just gritted through it even though the signs were being thrown at your face. 

Upon entering Dynamight’s office, you marveled at how sleek and minimalist it is. A high floor with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a skyline view that reminds everyone who's really at the top. The natural light hits sleek, matte-black walls, and the concrete floors are softened by a Persian rug that costs more than your condo rent. Every piece of furniture has a purpose; No clutter, no excess. Just bold lines, cool tones, and quiet confidence.

“Oh, Doc—hi!!” Midoriya’s voice is gentle for a man who managed to beat Shigaraki with insane, borderline violent fight tactics. Standing behind him is the AirCon Hero: Shoto and the man who was in your thoughts a few hours ago. All three are clad in their sleek hero costumes. Shimano was practically beaming

“We hope we’re not bothering you three, I came here to discuss a little bit about Dek—uhm—Midoriya’s inquiries,” you greeted. 

“Shit better be quick.” Dynamight rasps, arms crossed. 

“It will be, Dynamight.” You hand the manila folder to Midoriya.

Well, the discussion wasn’t quick. Midoriya had question after question that you answered diligently. You don’t blame him, though. He just wants things to be thorough. “Doctor,” Midoriya speaks again, “Thanks for helping Ochako. She told me that you were the woman who gave her advice and treated matcha at the cafe shop months ago.”

That confirms your suspicion.   “I—well. It’s nothing!” you wave it off, “I’m just doing my job. Her quirk counseling has helped a shit ton of kids. Excuse my language.” by the minute, your feet are screaming in pain, “It’s the least I can do.” 

“Tha’s enough.” Dynamight interrupts, “I don’t got all day chit chattin’.” 

Everyone stepped outside his agency. Shimano was talking with Midoriya, and Todoroki was standing next to Midoriya, throwing a few words here and there. You’re just letting the kid have his moment with his hero; It’s obvious that he looks up to them, especially Midoriya. 

“Oi.”

You whip your head to the blonde. What could he possibly—

He stared ahead, “Stop bein’ fuckin’ stubborn and your feet will thank you.” 

The lazy, golden breeze swishes under the clear, sunny sky, brushing against your skin with a barely-there touch as you stare at him, eyes wide, “How did you even—”

“Doc,” Todoroki’s voice cuts through the interaction, “I was wondering if the medical files for my late brother, Touya Todoroki, are fixed.” His voice is calm and even. “I can visit your office tonight after my night patrol.” 

“Sure.” You nod, “My office is on the third floor. If I’m not there, I’ll be in the emergency room doing my rounds and helping other injured heroes, if there are any. Just tell the front desk that you’re there to see me—that is, if they’re being tough on you, but I highly doubt that. You’re the number two hero.” You chuckle, unnoticing how the blonde’s demeanor shifted just a fraction, “If I’m not at the two places I told you, just have them page me.” 

That night, you were waiting for Todoroki to show up in your office. “Are you waiting for loverboy?” Miyano leans by the door frame, smirking, shoulder bag slung over her shoulder. “The number two hero?” You laugh, putting your files in the office storage file, “He just wants to clarify about the medical files.” 

She makes herself comfortable, plopping down on the chair across from your desk, “Oh, come on. You’re literally exposed to these fine ass people and you’re telling me nobody caught your eye? Not even the number two hero?!!? He’s one of the prettiest men out here.” Someone did catch my attention, you bit your lip, before saying, “Nah,” closing the drawer, standing up to face your friend, “You know I—” “Don’t have the time to do romance. Blah blah blah.” She rolls her eyes, finishing the sentence, “No offense—actually full offense, you’re one of the most capable people I know, but you don’t give grace to yourself. It’s so okay to rest and live your damn life by allowing yourself to feel and shit, but no matter how much I say this to you, you wouldn’t even follow.”

“You done talkin’?” Dynamight’s voice made you and Miyano jolt in surprise, not expecting a third person to intervene. Let alone Dynamight of all people.

“D-dynamight?!” you’re incredulous, “What are you doing here?” 

“Patch me up,” he says flatly, clad in his summer hero suit, crossing his strong arms.

Miyano quickly stood up and excused herself, mouthing a ‘good luck’ to you before doing a curt nod to the explosion hero who just narrowed his eyes on her. You blinked, “Patch...You up?” Your eyes searched for any signs of severity. “There are nurses out there who could help you with that in the emergency room.” 

He clicks his tongue, “Those extras are too busy gossiping shit that I don’t give a fuck about. M’ not boutta turn this hospital upside down just to look for one when I can just go to you,” he grunted, sitting down on the chair where Miyano once sat, “You gonna do your job or not?” 

“Might as well,” you sighed, putting on your disposable gloves as Dynamight scrutinized your office. He noticed the quirky collectible is perched underneath your monitor, and scattered papers on the desk. A picture of your family on a shelf, another ridiculous collectible next to it, and a mini pot for a plastic plant; Your office breathes personality in a subtle way—a glimpse of you outside of your occupation. But, out of everything he saw, one stood out: Melatonin pills.

“You take melatonin?” 

“Uhh yeah, trouble sleeping,” you point at the wound, “this is not even severe.” 

There was a beat of silence before he responded, “Not gonna rest without knowing it’s not gonna cause a damn headache. Severe or not,” he rasps, taking in the bags under your eyes, a misplaced strand of hair, slouched shoulders, fingernails getting shorter—you’re stressed. 

You grabbed the first aid kit on top of your office storage file, used a cotton swab to get the ointment, and swabbed it gently on his bicep.

“Did Icyhot visit you?” Your hand stilled, eyes flickering to his, “Icy…hot?”  

His eye twitched, “Who the fuck has ice and fire quirk?” “How the hell would I know that you call Todoroki that?” you retort, throwing the cotton bud to the trash bin, but it didn’t land, side-eyeing the man who just smirked. 

“Common sense.”

You picked up the cotton bud and threw it in the trash. “Yeah, whatever, Dynamight. He messaged me earlier that he won’t be able to come, so he’ll just drop by tomorrow afternoon.” 

“It’s Bakugo.” The atmosphere was still that you could hear a pin drop. You looked at him as if he had grown another head. “Listen here…Bakugo,” you say his name slowly and carefully. It rolled off your tongue right, but you shoved this thought down in the depths of your subconscious. Those crimson eyes that are always indifferent and calculating are now replaced with something else, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint the what about it is different for the life of you. “What happened to the saying, ‘don’t bite the hand that feeds you?’. I’m the one patching you up. You know I could’ve just said no and made your life miserable over some minor wound.” You raise a brow, gloved hand on your hip. 

He snorted out a laugh, “You already patched me up, though.”

“Just saying, smartass.” 

That interaction sticks with you more than you’d like to admit, creeping back whenever the night turns quiet. You end up lying there, shooting death glares at the ceiling like it’s the one that planted those looming thoughts in your head. Hell, it got to a point where it spills whenever you’re taking breaks from work. “It’s just the bare minimum. Chill the fuck out,” you grumbled, rubbing your temple, blue refractor glasses slowly slipping to the bridge of your nose as you’re deciphering another image. He only told you to call him by his name. It’s never that serious, so what difference does it make? You let out a sigh you didn’t know you had, clicking save on a spreadsheet filled with numbers of thresholds of a liver. 

“Crime rates had plummeted, but we cannot be complacent,” the serious newscaster’s voice on the flat screen engulfed in your condo’s living room. “There has been an uptick in people pursuing healthcare, and growing problems within the system that affect everyone,” it panned to a brief report about it, grabbing your attention. It brought up how society has heroes who save lives, but it could only go to such an extent—the pro-heroes can’t save the sick. 

“The health department launched a new sector that’s as important as the hero sector, the Medical Unit,” the reporter says, as the camera shifts to the head doctor of Japan’s health department, Dr. Charlie Hong, who briefly talks about the medical unit and its importance. In addition, he also introduced three representatives, disclosing names—You, Dr. Kim, and Dr. Yuna—for the media. This earned you a string of multiple congratulatory messages from friends and family, international and local. The reporter beams, “We call these three capable women Charlie’s Angels!”

“Great, now we gotta deal with the public,” you grumbled, sipping on hot tea that Yaoyorozu recommended before bedtime. You suppose it’s for a good cause, easing the general public’s growing concerns about the healthcare system, further improving it, but at the same time, it’s a flame to a moth—not the good moths, that’s for sure.

-

“Charlie’s Angels? Really?” You scoffed. 

“Oh, come on! It’s fun! Maboromicamie told me that it’s ‘cunt’, which is a great thing!” Kim mused, “It definitely makes us less intimidating to the public and more warm.” 

Yuna merely responded while the three of you walked briskly down the wide corridor that led to the conference room, heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. The hallway is lined with tall, frosted-glass windows that let in soft natural light, casting long shadows across the muted gray carpet runners. Potted plants in modern ceramic planters stand at even intervals, giving the space a touch of greenery amid the cool, professional palette. A distant hum of conversation grows louder as the women approach the conference room doors, which stand open beneath a bold banner marked “Medical Unit.” 

You paused right outside the door. “Is something wrong?” Yuna asked, her bangled hand on the door handle. “We can let the PR team know that we’ll be running a little late?” Kim suggests, smiling softly, but that doesn’t erase her growing concern. 

The entire press is there, practically salivating for inside scoops, new information, and possibly trying to exploit blind spots to weave a false narrative that could divide public opinion for the sake of views. For all your confidence and bravado, your heart started to race, a slight tremor on your hand, but you shut it down before it could get worse. Focus. You stared at Yuna and Kim, “S’ fine. Just preparing for a quick little 3-second breather before we crush this thing.” 

“That’s the spirit!” Kim beams, “We can do this!” raising her fist in the air. Yuna opened the door, and the three of you were met with flashing lights, just beyond, rows of chairs and a long panel table awaited, lit by overhead spotlights that shone down from the high, grid-like ceiling. People watched as you three made your way to your seats at the front, the mic placed on the table in front of your faces, you mastered the art of concealing. After all, showing any doubt, even just a fraction, will lead to a negative outcome, especially when you’re a representative in the Medical Unit. Needless to say, it was chaotic, you tried not to blink too much from the camera flashes so that they won’t release a damn picture of you with your eyes closed and a demeaning caption on it. Worse, become an internet sensation for the wrong reason. 

“Good work, our lovely doctors!” The PR manager cheered, reading the public forums on the tablet. It honestly felt like the three of you are just mere celebrities who got famous overnight, and not physicians who work through the bone. “Up next, a meeting with the Prime Minister of Japan at 首相官邸 (Prime Minister’s Office). Our schedule is packed for the week ahead! Now let’s go go go!!!”

When you're busy, time flies by, you rarely have the time for yourself, solely focused on work. You looked out of the window of your humble home, the moon nowhere to be seen; stars hidden by the clouds. A subtle mist from an essential oil diffuser gently wafts through the air, filling the space with calming notes of lavender and eucalyptus that relax the mind and body. You always tout yourself as a strong individual, raised by strong-willed parents, and the unbreakable under pressure.

But sometimes? There’s a fraction in your heart that aches for you to let your guard down—an inner voice that wants you to fully experience what it feels like to break out of your skin-tethered iron armor you’re always adorned with; where you don’t have to be strong all the damn time; where you can sit on a bench without thinking about your responsibilities. Even though you give time for yourself, you still feel restless. It's an itch that no matter how much you scratch it or apply a massive amount of itch cream, it will always be prominent.

You glanced at the sentence you wrote in your journal notebook: If not now, when? 

Uncremeniously, a tear slowly trails down your cheek, but you wipe it away with haste, “I’d better head to sleep. Tomorrow’s the last day of this damn public shit and I can finally rest on Saturday or maybe hone my quirk fighting skills and self-defense at the gym or something.”

The following evening, you’re at a pro-hero meeting as the only physician since Kim and Yuna are tasked with different things, respectively, with an energy drink in hand because coffee’s just not doing you justice for the past few days. It wasn’t overlooked that you downed three fucking energy drinks. It also didn’t help that you’re being wrung out by question after question, which you delivered to the best of your abilities, of course.

Maboromicamie’s compliment from three days ago infiltrated your inner thoughts, “Babes, you’re so in your boss bitch era.” I mean, hey! She’s not wrong, though, you smirked at the thought. While Hatsume spoke of logistics, typical hero stuff, your phone vibrated, and you felt your heart sink as you briefly read the message…

Kim (Medical Unit): They ran out of your favorite snack. Sorry girl :[

Are you fucking kidding me?! Your hands tightened around your phone, and the urge to lash out pulses through your veins. You sent a message back:

YOU: What the hell do you mean that it’s fucking out?!?! The clerk told me literally two days ago that they’re restocking? WTF.

It’s as if everything—stress, fatigue, and disappointment—collapses all at once, a tidal wave crashing down with no warning or mercy. Logic slips away, replaced by a raw, desperate need to break free from the suffocating pressure, even if it means losing control. You felt your head heat up, and a tension headache began to form. This was the final thread to your overworked self, but you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Doc?” Hatsume’s voice yanked you back from hell, jolting you out of your haze. 

….everyone is staring. The air feels thick, the silence heavier than before. Dozens of pairs of eyes locked on you, expectant and curious. The room feels suddenly smaller, the weight of all those gazes crushing, caught in a spotlight where you either want to vanish or hold yourself together. The crash you’d been fleeing now feels all the closer, but for a moment, you’re forced to stay grounded—visible, exposed, and completely on display.

“Ah, right, can you repeat what you were saying? I didn’t quite catch that.” you chalked up some stupid ass excuse. You were honestly glad that they didn’t press further, or you were going to drop a damn nuke on this building. Eventually, the meeting wraps up, your social battery flatlines, and all you want to do is take melatonin and sleep like a baby. You only gave a quick nod to whoever was nearby, a brisk pace, back straight, head high as if you’re not at the seams. 

Typically, you’d just leave through the main doors of Todoroki’s agency like a normal person, but tonight, something gnaws at you to exit in the parking lot—to take a brief detour. Or maybe, just maybe, the need to be alone without having to explain. You took the side hallway, pushing the door open into the parking lot instead. 

The night air hit differently here—cooler, heavier. The parking lot stretched out before you, mostly empty, bathed in the dull amber of flickering lights. There were no cars; It was nothing but short of a liminal space. You walked slower, footsteps sounding louder than they should.

You have a different kind of tiredness that seeps past muscle and bone, down into the center of who you are. It was nearly empty, quiet in that strange, echoing way that only late nights can hold. 

The silence makes way for your thoughts to barge in unwelcome. The next thing you know, the breath you thought you had under control caught in your throat. Shoulders shook, eye stinging, now in a troubled fetal position by the cemented railing, the fabric at your arm clings, wet with tears you hadn’t meant to shed. Those tears that poured out of nowhere and everywhere all at once. 

No one saw. Just the night. Just the silence. Just the parking lot…..

“I-i’m sorry. I know you w-wanted to go home...,” you sniffled, hugging yourself, to comfort yourself. You’re used to it, “I-im strong and i-independent..I can handle it.” Fresh tears trail down your cheeks as you sob, “I-i’ll go home..I just need the strength to pull through again.” You kept talking to yourself, giving words of affirmation and reassurance. You know you’ll pull through, “I-i can’t—” you sniffled, “I can’t show this. You know this…crying is a weak—”

“.....you’re not weak for crying.” That familiar gruff voice echoes in the parking lot, and you catch a glimpse of heavy boots in front of you. 

You went still, controlling your shaky breath forcibly. To be honest, you don’t know who to fucking slap, you choosing to be a fucking drama queen by walking down the parking lot like you’re in some telenovela or the damn universe for sending the last person you don’t want to witness you at this state. “M’ just tired, so I chose to do this. I’ll be back up in a jiff.” 

“Bullshit. You think I didn’t fuckin’ hear you crying at my agency’s parking lot? Or the fact that you downed three fuckin’ energy drinks like that shit won’t fuck up your system?” Bakugo’s way of words is unappealing, but his tone is different. You recognized it immediately—it’s something you also do to people you care about. He’s worried, but is too proud to show it. 

For the first time, you have nothing to retort. “I..well—” 

“Where do you live?” 

With that, you whipped your head upwards at him, red-eyed and flabbergasted. Did he just..? His strong physique blocks the light behind him, casting a shadow. It’s like being saved by some guardian angel, except he’s a pain in the ass. He didn’t respond quickly, looking at you, too, taking in your deflated state. It stayed like this for a beat. 

He finally speaks, voice now calm and even, “M’ taking you home.” 

Your eyes grew wider, and you stood up fast, your professional attire uncrinkling, wiping away the last remnants of your tears, “No! It’s okay. I can walk home. I can handle myself. The train is five minutes away from the agency. It’s logical to walk there.”

“Walk? At this fucking time? None of the shit you just said is logical. I’ll drive you home—” You try to argue, “I said—” 

“Don’t be fucking stubborn, caffeine.” 

“Caffeine?! I have a fucking name, dumbass! I just..! Urgh!” You facepalmed, eyes darting at anything but him, “I don’t want to ask for help and be bothersome...” your voice softening just a fraction at the vulnerability.

“Askin’ for help is not being a burden…If you don’t wanna go, then fuckin’ don’t, but don’t act like I didn’t offer.” He walks past you, hands in his pockets, leaving you there standing. He’s right, though…you’re an easy target because you’re a woman and a civilian. 

“....wait!” You jog to the man, “Fine! I’ll..I’ll come with you! Just—slow down and walk with me side by side.” You absolutely did not mean to say the last bit, and you expected him to ignore that comment, but instead, he actually stopped and let you catch up to him, until you were both walking side by side on the way to his sleek black sports car—the only car left.

Neither of you spoke as he opened the front passenger’s seat before entering the driver’s seat. You peek behind you, seeing a big ass crash cushion on the backseat. You want to ask, but you’re too fucking tired, just settling with the assumption that it’s for pro-hero shit. He asked for your address before starting the engine, driving off. 

The car stops at a red light, “Dyna—I mean—Bakugo..” You look out the window, it’s quiet, but comfortable silence engulfs you both, “thanks for you know…being there,” truth be told, you’re appreciative that he didn’t hover or smother you with pity; instead, he stayed steady—an anchor in that moment. “I just didn’t want you to think I’m weak or anything.” He keeps his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, “S’ impossible for someone to always have their shit together,” he rasps, “one way or the other, you’re bound to feel overwhelmed. It’s not a weakness to let your guard down when it happens. Hell, that’s real strength.” Bakugo’s voice was contemplative and grounding. 

“Didn’t peg you as a guy who’d offer wisdom,” you snarked, a flush of warmth blooming in your chest, “..thanks.”

He just grunts in response, and a restful silence settles between you. You glance out the window again, drinking in the stillness of the empty street and the hush that blankets the city. There’s something about the steady hum of the engine, the faint, pleasant scent of his car, and the way he drives that makes your eyelids grow heavy. 

You shifted more comfortably, the tension easing from your shoulders. Your expensive leather handbag sat on your lap as your head rested against the car’s side pillar, right where the seatbelt is anchored. 

Throughout the ride, he doesn’t say much, just keeps his hand steady on the wheel. Somehow, that’s enough. For the first time, melatonin isn’t part of your night. And as your eyes close, the world outside feels less heavy.

Taglist: @azzo0 , @paradoliaa , @haruesme

[secondlife-stories]

My husband Troy and I spent our honeymoon at a luxury resort in Hawaii. It was everything we could've dreamt of. Buffets opened from breakfast to dinner filled with delicious food. Activities to never get bored. Adventure or relaxation, the resort had anything you wanted. The suit bedroom was amazing with a california king size bed and tropical motifs on the walls. But our favourite place was the pool. A purified sea water pool surrounded by sun loungers and a bar where always was happy hour.

Our schedule was: morning sex, breakfast, activities in the morning, lunch, more sex, laze around the pool all afternoon, dinner and more sex. We have never been hornier. The sun, the sea, the free time with no worries and the fact that we could call each other husband, got us constantly wanting to touch, kiss and undress. But in all fairness there was another reason. During one of our activities, a trail up the volcano, we met another couple also in their honeymoon. They were Brazilian. She, Eliza, was incredibly attractive, blonde with fake but sexy tits and a huge ass. She was super friendly and funny and we became besties almost immediately. Her husband was from another planet. Troy and I hit each other with our elbows when we first met him. His name was João, and was an adonis. A tower of Brazilian muscle with tanned skin and dark hair. He sported a beard, which I loved, and had his whole arm tattooed, which Troy loved. He was always incredibly nice to us, and very talkative. We were never bored hearing him talk. He was the reason we were always horny. Since we became friends with them, we spent most of our time together and went on the same tours, and after a whole morning looking at those huge arms and sexy face, we reached the room all horned up and needed to release the pent up lust. It didn't help that when we hung out by the pool, he only wore a tiny black speedo that held his bulge and showed his tempting ass.

About a week into our trip, we all went to a bar after dinner to party. We were having a blast and the drinks kept coming so we had a nice buzz going on. Eliza was the naughtiest of us and was always making inappropriate jokes, and the alcohol only accentuated that so she managed to stir the conversation into the topic of sex.

"So who's the top and who's the bottom?" She asked shamelessly.

"Eliza! You cannot ask that question!" João scolded her.

We laughed and didn't take offence to the question but we didn't answer directly. "Let's just say we know how to take the most pleasure our bodies aloud us". Troy said mysteriously.

"Right?! I am so sad for the men that don't explore all the possibilities to gain pleasure", Eliza continued. "I remember the first time I asked João to play with his ass. He was like: no, no, no. But then it was only: yes, more, please!"

"Eliza!! Don't tell them that!!" João was blushing and Eliza started to reassure him and downplayed the issue.

Then she started to kiss him sensually and he didn't look mad anymore. I took advantage of the fact that our couple of friends were busy to give my husband a knowing look. Finding out that this Brazilian stud liked his hole played with would fuel that night's fantasies. When they came back to the conversation, I wanted to keep the topic going.

"I'm glad you're open minded. Most straight guys don't know what they're missing just because they think anything related to the butt is gay"

"Yeah. I guess I have to thank this one for being kinky enough to convince me", João said hugging his wife.

We kept drinking and talking when a different song started and Troy took Eliza to the dancefloor. They had discovered their mutual love for that group during one of our hikes. That left me talking alone with João, looking at our spouses grinding on each other.

"Your husband is a great dancer" told me João.

"Yes, he loves it. I can barely keep up with him. Thank god for your wife to keep him entertained. She can move!"

"That's what made me fall in love with her. I saw her dancing in a club and thought: if that's how she dances, I only can imagine how she fucks! Hahahaha. And I was right!" We both laughed at his inappropriate comment. "Does it happen with men too?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Does Troy fucks as good as he dances?" I looked deep into his eyes, trying to decipher his thinking, but only found drunken bliss.

"Better. We have clicked in bed in a way I've never felt with anyone before. And he always wants it."

"See, that's the best thing about being gay. Men always want to fuck, so if you're two men, you'll always want to fuck. Women don't always want to. We've been two days without sex, here. And it's our honeymoon!" he confessed to me. I couldn't understand Eliza. If I had that man sleeping in my bed I wouldn't leave the room. I tried to lift his spirit.

"Well, if you want my opinion, I think tonight is your lucky night. By the way she is dancing, she is horny as hell". I pointed at our spouses while they moved their hips and twerked to the rhythm of the music. "And speaking about dancing and sex. How about you? I thought every Brazilian knew salsa".

"Oh I know how to dance very well. On the floor and in the bed". He said arching his eyebrows.

"I don't believe you". I said as I joined my husband and started to dance with him. João quickly came and showed us how he danced with his wife. It was a very sexy scene to watch and I could very much imagine how they fucked.

The four of us danced together and, after our conversation, the heat was off the charts and our hornyness showed. Me and my husband grabbed each other's asses and we discreetly rubbed our bulges. I saw how our friends were in the same mood and I felt happy for João so he could finally get some.

We were having a blast. We could very well seem like teenagers in heat, but sadly all fun must come to an end. The last drink didn't sit well with Eliza and she started to feel sick. João decided to take her back to the hotel and told us to stay but we decided to accompany them. We went to their room and helped João to put his wife to bed after a quick shower and drinking lots of water. She was feeling better and told her husband to go back to the party, not remembering that we had to take a taxi to go there. I felt bad for João and I suggested one last drink in our room, which was down the hall. Your husband gave you a look because all he wanted to do was pin you to the bed, but he enjoyed the company of our friend too.

We entered our suit and Troy went to pour us some mojitos. João looked around surprised. He didn't know we had such a big room and kept making comments and complementing everything. The bar where Troy was making the drinks; the area with the couch and the coffee table; the lamps with the big fan over our bed; and the california king bed itself. It was way bigger than his and he was fascinated.

"With a bed like that, I'm sure Eliza would want to have sex all the time" he complained and I laughed.

"If you like that, come see the bathroom". Said my husband bringing the drinks.

The three of us went to show João the bathroom. Once he saw the jacuzzi and the enormous walk in shower he swore.

"Man, this isn't fair. This room is way sexier than mine. I got hornier just walking in. I'm sure you're always fucking in here".

We laughed and looked at each other with lust and camaraderie.

"It's true", I confessed. "We barely can keep our hands from each other since the wedding".

We took off our shoes and sat on the couch. We continued talking about everything when the heat became unbearable, and I decided to take off my shirt. It was my room, after all. João also thought it was a good idea and asked me to leave his on the bar. Troy immediately felt overdressed and decided to go shirtless as well. Having my hot husband and our new friends partially undressed on both sides was making me extremely horny. I mindlessly caressed Troy's inner thigh and he was stroking my back, making my dick harden. João continued to be fascinated by the room and kept asking questions.

"How come you guys can afford this suit? It must be very expensive."

"Well, business has been very good the last two years and we wanted to have a special and memorable honeymoon so we decided to book the honeymoon suite no expense spared". Answered Troy.

"The honeymoon suite! That's why it's so sexy. It's built for romance and to make love. I bet you have fucked on every surface of the room". Troy blushed but the conversation was getting me hornier and the alcohol had taken all my inhibitions away so I followed the game.

"Let me think. We fucked in the shower as soon as we arrived; in the jacuzzi after the trail to the volcano; on the bed, of course; on the balcony, the first night; and yesterday we did a little bartender roleplay on the bar. That's it".

"You sucked me off here, on the couch, right before getting out tonight". Said Troy bashfully.

"That's right! So I guess the only place we haven't had sex is... On that table." I said pointing at the table we had in front of us.

"Well, I know what you're gonna do as soon as I leave". João laughed and we followed. "Ok, another question, and I hope I'm not being disrespectful because we're friends. Who's the top and who's the bottom?"

I chuckled after the question. Every time you befriended a straight guy, sooner or later, they ended up asking the same thing. They can't conceive sex without penetration and obviously one must be the man in the relationship. Troy answered before I could.

"We're actually vers", João made a face, clearly not understanding. "It means versatile," explained my husband. "We like both, giving and receiving. Some times we change roles in the middle and other times we're not in the mood for something and the other one does it. Get it?"

Our new friend nodded still deep in though. Troy had lost his shyness and I could see by the bulge on his pants that was as horny as myself. He decided to flip the tables and began our own interrogation.

"Ok, my turn to ask the questions. You know about our sex life, now we want to know about yours. We are very curious about something your lovely wife said earlier. How exactly do you like your ass played?"

João smiled and stretched his arms along the back of the couch, showing his sexy pits.

"Well, as you might've realized, Eliza is pretty kinky and one day she told me she wanted to eat my asshole. At first I told her no, but she is very persistent and finally I let her. And thank God I did because it was amazing. And she loves to do it so it's a win-win." He looked proud of himself as he said it.

"I feel you, man. We love rimming too", I told him. "And Troy is amazing at it. And then the prostate massage, ufff. I'm getting excited just thinking about it." I visibly adjusted my hard dick.

"Prostate massage?" Inquired João.

"You've never had a prostate massage?" We said in unison.

"What is it? Is it good?"

"Man, if you like your ass eaten you're gonna love it". Said Troy. "It's when someone puts a finger up your butt and touches your prostate. It's where our g-spot is located. You cum so hard when done right."

"And Troy is the best one I know". I added.

"I just know where and how to touch." Said my husband humbly.

"Now I'm really curious". João's bulge was getting bigger by the minute and the shape of his dick was visible through the thin fabric of his trousers.

My husband and I looked at each other with mischievous eyes and smiled. This opportunity didn't present often and we weren't gonna miss it.

"Would you like to try it?" I asked. I touched his arm sensually.

João looked at me, nervous but with curiosity. He didn't move his arm, a good sign. My husband put his hand on the hunk's thigh and continued.

"We could do it just like a massage. To relive the pent up tension."

"I don't know..." He was playing hard to get, but we knew he was already convinced.

"Come on! Let us help you. Then you'll know what to ask Eliza, and believe me: you will ask her to do this". I explained.

He finally complied and we almost jumped from the couch. We moved to the bed and João laid face down after removing his pants. We looked at the dick print on his underwear without hiding our enthusiasm and took off our pants as soon as he didn't look. I grabbed my husband's dick and squeezed as I gave him a quick but passionate kiss. We placed ourselves at each side of our straight friend and began the massage. We didn't have any oil so we used lube, sure that he wouldn't notice the difference. We gave his muscular back and thick legs a quick rub to make him relax but we were both impatient so I was soon taking his underwear off. Our erections were at full mast and I could see Troy's cock head peeking through the leg of his underwear. I reached out and grabbed it with one hand while I stroke our friend's meaty ass cheeks with the other one. Troy sighted at the feeling of his dick getting attention. That was the drop that he needed and desire took over.

He positioned between João's legs, spread his ass and dove in. João's head raised as soon as my husband's tongue made contact with his asshole. He looked like he was about to complain but a loud and long moan escaped his mouth. I watched how my husband ate João's ass with hunger. I had been on the receiving end of Troy's rimming so I knew, however good Eliza was, João was now in heaven, getting a pleasure he had never imagined was possible. He was squirming and huffing clutching the sheets with his fists. Troy was lapping like a thirsty dog and I saw the hairless hole winking with anticipation. I stopped pretending this was a massage and got rid of my underwear. I stroke my cock with energy while I pressed my husband's head against the muscular straight ass.

Troy came up for air and I immediately took his place between those glutes. He tasted amazing, musky and masculine, with notes of orange that I recognised from the hotel's shower gel. Troy had done a good job and his ass was pretty relaxed and I could push my tongue deep inside his rectum. João moaned because of my invasion of his virgin hole. I watched from the corner of my eye that my husband was finally naked and was jerking his perfect cock. He had continued the massage and was sensually caressing his back and arms.

"Your ass tastes amazing", Troy said. "Eliza is one lucky woman. We would be all over you if we were her". Stroking their ego as much as their body is how my husband conquered any man he wanted. It worked with me all those years ago and still worked whenever we invited a third into our bed.

I felt how the resistance of his ring on my tongue had reduced enough and signaled Troy it was time for the next step.

"How are you, handsome? Enjoying yourself?" I asked João.

He looked at us over his shoulder with cloudy eyes and heavy breathing.

"That was one of the best things that I've ever felt", said the Brazilian hunk whose taste was still in my mouth.

"Don't say that, yet. That was the appetizer, now comes the main course", interjected my husband. "I need you in all fours to have better access to your perfect ass". He slapped his ass to make the point.

Our straight friend flexed his knees and raised his ass but kept his chest and face to the mattress like a professional bottom. From my position I could see his balls dangling between his legs. I couldn't resist licking them before giving my spot to my husband to do his magic.

Troy coated his fingers with lube and extended it over João's asshole. The Brazilian hunk shivered at the cold liquid. Troy put the tip of his middle finger right at his entrance and started to apply pressure. I saw how the finger started to disappear inside without any reaction from João's part until the second phalanx was completely immersed. João then sighted and closed his eyes with pain. My husband stopped and started to rotate the finger to let him adjust. Me, not wanting to be left out, I grabbed that Brazilian dick and started to stroke it. That was the first time I saw João's dick fully and honestly I couldn't understand how his wife wasn't fucking him every hour of the day. A beautiful uncut rod of meat, tanned like the rest of his skin, with three veins winding over its surface was now throbbing in my hand, hard as a rock and oozing precum to show his excitement. He left a weak moan and relaxed a bit, letting Troy continue. Once his finger was buried to the knuckle, he let João get used to the feeling before moving again. Then, he started to extract his finger and insert it again once it was almost completely out. The next insertion was easier, and so on. Soon my husband's finger was going in and out of that hole as if it was coated with butter. João was liking this new experience but he was promised a prostate massage and he got impatient.

"Not to be a pain in the ass, no pun intended, and I'm loving this, but I don't feel what you have described before with my prostate", he said.

"Soon, don't worry" assured him my husband. "I needed to be able to move easily back here".

I saw then how Troy twisted his wrist and flexed the tendons in his forearm with the middle finger completely buried inside the straight guy's rectum. He was searching for the sweet spot and I knew he found it because João jumped and raised his chest from the mattress. He turned his head and looked at me with his mouth and eyes wide open with surprise. His cock, still in my hand, jerked by itself a couple of times and a new glob of precum dripped between my fingers. I smiled at him and nodded, knowingly.

"Enjoy the ride, big boy". I encouraged him.

His eyes rolled up inside his head and he moaned as my husband continued his massage. I watched how my husband performed his magic ritual on that beautiful ass. João moaned and shouted what I think were some bad words in portuguese. His breathing was heavy and deep and hi had his fists clenched.

Troy was fisting his cock furiously with his free hand and I knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just fingering the straight married hunk. I nodded to him and signaled to go ahead. I wasn't gonna be satisfied either.

I leaned down and placed my mouth beside João's ear.

"We're going to turn it up a gear, ok big boy?" I asked him.

"It feels like I'm about to cum. I don't know if I'll be able to endure another gear". He confessed.

"Trust me, you will." I sentenced and nodded to my husband.

He took his finger out of the Brazilian's tight hole and brought it to his mouth. He coated three fingers profusely with spit and went back to our friend's entrance. As he started to push two fingers inside, João flinched and I went to work. I laid on the bed under the married man and put his dick inside my mouth. I immediately started to suck. His cockhead filled my mouth almost completely but I was good at this so I swallowed him deeper. My job was to make him feel so good that he didn't realise my husband was working his sphincter wider for the next step.

As I was trying to deepthoat his massive cock, I felt someone grabbing my throbbing boner. I looked down and saw that João was jerking me off. Probably he felt he owed us, or maybe he was just that horny. I could see my husband's progress as I devoured that delicious slab of meat. He had three fingers completely buried and was working the Brazilian's love nut like crazy. I could tell because of the amount of precum I was savouring and how hard he was squeezing my dick. When I saw the three fingers entering and rotating without effort and João moaning with delight, I knew it was time for the finisher.

I got up and placed myself in front of João. I grabbed his face and looked at him deep into his eyes. I could see how my sexy husband was lubing his cock and biting his bottom lip.

"You've been loving everything we've done to you. You're gonna love this even more". I told João.

"What do you mean? What are you gonna do now?" He looked like a puppy, pleading an answer with his eyes. He tried to look back but I held his head in place. I pressed our foreheads together.

"Trust us. You will beg for more". After saying that I kissed his lips and parted them to slip my tongue inside his mouth. He felt hesitant at first but ended up responding to my kiss. As we were making out he closed his mouth abruptly which meant that my husband had probably put his cockhead inside him. I looked up to see my husband with his eyes closed and a blissful face pushing his hips against João's ass. I stroked his cheek and told him: "you're doing great, big boy. You're a natural. You're gonna love this".

I stayed up because I didn't want to miss the show. My hard dick was right beside João's face and his beard graced my cockhead from time to time, sending shivers through my spine. I was still caressing his cheek with my thumb when Troy's pubes made contact with the hunk's tailbone. My husband exhaled a delighted moan and opened his eyes. He found my sight and smiled devilishly. Then, he started to move.

First he pulled to take out half his mast and then he pushed energetically all the way in. This made João moan. I felt his warm breath on my balls. My husband repeated the move again and again, making our new lover roll his eyes as he kept moaning. Troy was now getting all of his long dick out, except for the glans, and pushing balls deep harder and harder.

"Ou meu Deus, si! Fuck me!" João surprised me with his plea. My husband was more than happy to comply and fuck the married stud faster. I observed with delight, not getting very involved when I felt João's hand on my dick again. He was looking at it with curiosity while enduring my husband's thrusts.

"Do you wanna try this? Maybe you will like this too." I told him as I swiveled my hips a couple of times.

João looked up and opened his mouth. I didn't waste any time and placed my hard meat over his tongue. He licked the tip shyly and then kissed it as if it were a lollipop. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed my cock deeper, trying to pace my thrusts with Troy's. Spit roasting a straight Brazilian married hunk was light-years away from our wildest dreams but here we were. I saw my husband sweating over João's back hitting his prostate with his perfect cock, almost as we promised. João wan now sucking my dick almost as if he had done it before. A guy always knows how to do it. My husband made a face that I recognised from our bedroom. He was about to cum. It was too soon so I intervened.

"Honey, let me try our guest. And work my ass. I've got an idea".

Troy frowned and reluctantly obliged. I quickly abandoned João's delicious mouth and rammed my cock into his hole. My husband was soon licking my ass and pushing lubed fingers inside me. Troy was a little thicker than me but João's ass felt incredibly tight. My dick seemed more manageable than my husband's, or maybe he didn't have a dick in his mouth, because João became extremely verbal while I was fucking him.

"Porra, que pau grande! Yes keep going! This is amazing! Caraio! Fode- me com mais força, mais rápido! Thank you for this!"

I reached around to feel how excited our friend was to find his dick harder than ever and dripping precum over the sheets. I stopped my thrusts and extracted my cock, leaving a gaping hole begging for more. Lucky for him, I had planned a big finish.

"On your back, big boy. It's time for the finale." I ordered him. "You've been such a good sport that we're going to reward you with something not many can get."

João turned around and looked at me with excitement. He placed each leg on my sides but that wasn't my plan. I straddled him and placed his big throbbing cock between my ass cheeks. I Rubbed along my crack and placed the tip right on my entrance. I looked back and signaled my husband. He took that Brazilian dick and guided it inside me. I felt how it slowly buried inside my guts. I never broke eye contact with João who looked at me like a child that got the puppy he always wanted. After two days without sex, I knew my ass was feeling like home for him. Once the dick was completely inside me and I sat on his hips, I waited a moment to enjoy how full I was feeling before I started to ride like a crazy cowboy. João threw back his head and huffed. He grabbed me by the hips and accompanied the motion.

I felt movement on my back and turned around. My husband was lifting João's muscular legs and preparing himself to fuck him again. I helped by grabbing the legs and stopped briefly to ease the penetration. I knew when Troy was inside because João's eyes rolled back and he moaned with pleasure. We both resumed our activity and fucked the married hunk with everything we got. I jumped up and down impaling myself with straight dick. My husband was on frenzy mode, moving his hips with a speed I hadn't seen for a long time. João didn't know how to cope with all the pleasure he was feeling. He didn't know what to do with his hands. He grabbed my waist and an instant later threw his hands over his head. Then, he caressed my chest and pinched my nipples, making me squirm. Finally he decided to grab my pole and jack me off, returning the favor I had done before.

After a few minutes I felt we were all on the edge so I put in motion the last part of my plan.

"Are you about to cum, big boy?" I asked João biting my bottom lip and going deeper with his cock. He nodded and whimpered without saying a word. "Do you wanna cum inside me? Flooding me with your cum? Feeling my wet ass until the very end?"

"Fuck yes please! Let me cum inside you!" He shouted, eyes open like crazy.

"Then you have to let my husband seed you too" I ordered. I knew he wouldn't say no right now but it is always fun when a straight man begs to be seeded.

"Yes, fuck me and seed me. I don't care. Just make me cum. I'm so close!"

He was now jerking my cock so good I was going to cum too. I felt how Troy changed his angle to beat that Brazilian prostate how it deserved and I started to make circles with my pelvis, maintaining the married cock deep inside me. João opened his eyes to the max to then rolled them up inside his skull. He howled something in Portuguese and then I felt his cock getting bigger and spitting a copious amount of jizz inside me. His abs convulsed with each shot I felt. Troy grabbed me by the chest and pinched my nipple while biting my earlobe. He pushed balls deep into the straight asshole and seeded the virgin hole. Between the cum I felt dripping outside my sphincter, João still jerking my cock and my husband pushing my erogenous buttons I went over the edge. I shot five ropes of thick white cum over our Brazilian friend. Two of them reached his face and I saw how he took his tongue out to savour it.

I let his legs fall and turned around to kiss my husband. While we were making out, João raised his torso and joined the kiss, sharing the cum painting his handsome face.

"You were right. That was the best orgasm I've ever felt". Said João pausing our kiss.

After a well deserved shower João said his good nights and went to his room with the promise of a surprise for us. Troy and I were too horny to just do one round so we kept fucking almost until morning. The next morning we skipped our morning activities and just went to the pool. There was João waving enthusiastically at us. Thank God he was still in a good mood. The surprise he wanted to share was that, he had told Eliza that we had proposed to have sex with him but he couldn't decide without her knowing. Apparently, Eliza loved the idea of watching his husband fuck with us and was preparing everything for that afternoon. Troy and I kissed deeply and smiled. Who could ask for a better honeymoon?

[lordansketil]

I'm pretty sure I had a C&C related dream this morning. Unfortunately all I remember is Prinny was wearing some kind of antique frilly costume at least 2 centuries behind Regency fashion, all in vivid ultramarine. It is possible he was on his way to a costume ball, at least I hope that was the reason. He was importantly lecturing about something to Gwen, who was probably re-thinking her life choices that led to this moment.

Anyway I thought you needed you know that I have in fact been re-reading (and apparently dreaming about) your story. :D

Prinny importantly lecturing about something to Gwen while she rethinks her life choices is basically all that happens in C&C, let's be honest. 😂

I recently found an article about his masquerade costumes, which makes it sound very plausible! Historical costumes, false noses (eight shillings apiece), cross-dressing, he was up for it!

Thanks for letting me know! It's given me the boost I need start the gears again after this dreadful month.

[trauma-bot]

sin eater

[casscainmainly]

If you really think about it (and if you put on your shipping goggles for Steph and Brenda) Cass lost a love interest four times in a row - first Tai'Darshan, then Stephanie, then Brenda and Zero. That's four people she loved dying one after another. I know Steph and Brenda aren't canon, but it kind of is no wonder Cass hasn't had a stable love interest since Batgirl (2000). When every person you've ever loved has died, that's bound to affect your willingness to fall into it again.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

something bad did indeed happen to that man. spent abt 25 minutes trying to find a better picture of that one (1) offical piece with his eyes open that wasnt compressed or tiny

[qoldenskies]

actually genuinely depressing that when people write april's mom as an actual character she's just kind of a one note Good Caretaker Mom... and like i know why this happens (let the the mammy trope dieee) but i still think there's a lot of untapped potential. im not saying she has to be a BAD parent but there are infinitely more interesting things you can do with april and her relationships with her parent(s), especially because she's WROUGHT with insecurity and is shown to develop a close bond with splinter, who she seeks out approval from, not to mention the absence of her likely working parents is so loud despite it never being mentioned as a reason for her issues, really.

april can take on the front of confidence because she's excitable and courageous but she is so deeply insecure. her being so tenacious despite that doesn't negate it. she notices how she doesn't seem to get along with other people and desperately desires balance between her love of the weird and her need for normalcy. april will work hard to fit in and she'll never succeed (also i really do relate to the fact that the one "friend" she has at school before likely sunita is kind of a creep that she doesn't like, can we talk about that more), and she does seem to find it frustrating that her only actual friends dont understand how that feels. being in the in-between point. wanting the best of both worlds and not truly fitting in either.

i think these are problems that can come with having a bad social life at school even with great parents, but unintentional emotional neglect due to being working class would be interesting, and parallel with splinter in a really fascinating way (+ they do say she has parents but i do prefer the idea of her having a single mom, more to be done with that. maybe they're divorced? that'd add something).

actually april's dynamic with splinter is really unexplored in the fandom because i do think there's a reason she finds his approval so validating,,, i think april's strong personality is mistaken for genuine confidence when it's really not.

SHE THINKS SHE'S A FAILURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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When you're one of the most selfish mc who only saves people because it's part of a job you never wanted and did not get to chose or you would've died, who took your co-workers' morals and ideals because you didn't have any and desperately wanted to fit in somewhere, be it with the heroes or the villains, who's activelly haunted by one the most tragic past to have been created and suffer from a psychosis so bad (dare I say schizophrenia) that even your enemies acknowledged that you are mentally ill and objectively flawed in your judgement, never hesitated to try to kill anyone and has the most egoistic reason to be a good person but the fandom still thinks you're just a kind crybaby "I don't know what a gun is" homosexual twink.