#yellow alien rambles

[yellow-the-alien]

whale therian tips and what not

i’ve noticed a lack of whale therian posts, so i decided to just go ahead and try my hand at making my own post about that in hopes that it’ll help someone out, or at the very least be interesting. the rest of this post is under the cut! remember that none of these things are required to be a whale therian, and they are not necessarily exclusive to whales either!

physical tips: general things to get those whale feelings

ocean colored lights to mimic the look of being underwater

weighted blankets to mimic the feeling water pressure

thick coats or hoodies to mimic blubber

for baleen whales: eat foods like shrimp, as they are similar to zooplankton, fish, and crustaceans

toothed whales: eat foods like fish or squid

experiences: personal things that i’ve experienced that you may want to try

go swimming with a few close people, or just go swimming on your own! i recommend trying to learn to swim like a whale as well

try going on longer distance trips with close people (can involve water or not) to mimic the travel part of migration

try listening to whale songs or ocean ambiance

whale documentaries!!!

other: support, connecting with animals, etc.

get a whale tracking bracelet! websites such as club ocean have bracelets that come with a qr code in order to track a real whale! the money from the purchase goes directly towards helping endangered whales as well! they also have other animals such as sea turtles, dolphins, sharks, and polar bears!

donate to organizations that help whales! i know this is not possible for everyone, but i just want to remind people that it is an option!

if possible, go whale watching! this one also would fall under experiences, but i wanted to put it here since it involves connecting with animals

spread the word about endangered whales! if you aren’t able to donate, you can still help out by telling other about endangered whales, bringing more awareness to species such as north atlantic right whales, which only have about 360 remaining individuals due to certain fisheries and past whaling. (sadly, this is my species, so i’d like to ask that if you can do anything to help them, please do so. knowing that my species is so close to disappearing from our planet is really disheartening, and i’m hoping we can stop this tragedy from happening. sorry about this emotion side note, i’m just trying to spread awareness)

[pwippy]

happy pride month. ivantill rainbow

[honkowo]

ok posting another angel artdump cos ive got a enough silly shit accumulated teehee

from the top we have: leucistic tropics angel neil(@bucketnewt 's char), this oc meme template cos its silly, frozen coast angels float-testing an imp + a follow-up pic, clink's homo thoughts, & lastly the dicksucker

[dullard]

im feeling chatty.

i dont currently plan to get more isopods but dreamy species (that are actually within reach. So none of those adorable spiky ones like shiny gators, ancient gators, thai spikies... Just absurdly expensive and hard to get) are uhhhh:

armadillidium cf espanyoli “marbelized”

(pic source) i just loooove the patterning its so pretty ive seen some really stunning ones in pictures too. theyre really tiny apparently. i already think my cappuccinos are tiny and theyre like twice the size of the marbles from what i can tell. itd be cool to have more Sizes u kno. these are the most tempting to me like if i was looking for another species to keep or if i had more room. itd definitely be these. great combo of beautiful pod and not so expensive or notoriously hard to work with or anything.

porcellio expansus “orange”

(pic source) theyre BIG fuckers!!!! not as big as hoffmanseggi but preddy big and very flat and i like their big exopods/uropods (?) (the funky tail things the guys have longer ones of) allso. isolated from the general porcellio expansus from spain which is sometimes calld the beetlejuice isopod and i have brain rot. They do have such cute little striped black and white antennae though, see? 

A strain like autumnal equinox is also tempting but..... idk 

cubaris sp “lemon blue”

(pic source) arent they stunning. ok so i want one of the yellowy ones i think theyre cute but it could be lemon blues it could be jupiters it could be some rendition of the bees. rubber bees, emperor bees, bumble bees.

armadillidium vulgare “gem mix”

(pic source) this is actually a really commonly available mix and was almost my first set before i got that absurd deal on my cappuccinos. I just love how rich and deep the colors are and they all complement each other so well. there are other mixes of other species like ‘lotto ticket’ and ‘party mix’ but the gem mix is so pretty to me

honorable mentions

armadillidium nasatum “peach” - absurdly cute to me. such a pretty color and such nice markings. not SUPER up my alley in terms of what id want to keep but just so nice to look at. if i had space and saw a good deal. itd be tempting.

cubaris sp. “pak chong” - they are also. so cute. they were actually one of the other ones i was considering as my first isopods, the reptile store in my area has some (as well as that gem mix) but i had been worried they would be too hard to care for (and then i went for the theoretically Harder to care for cappuccinos anyway so i had to level up my isopod keeping really fast and early for those little thangs) anyway i like their little red face and butt.

venezillo parvus “kumquat” - maybe i just like the food names especially. bc i have cappuccinos and chocolate zebras at home. but also a lot of morphs have food names. They are just so so cute conglobated and they are teeny tinys. i like their coloration and markings. this section is kind of repetitive now that i think about it

cubaris sp “white shark” - literally would be on the list but theyre just so tinys. idk why but them being tiny seems like a big L in this case but in other cases a species is tinys and im like. epic....

thenks for reading :P :)

[yanderespamton78]

YIPPEEEEEE

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i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

[murdermeadow]

I wish splatfests were fun

[thrushppelt]

THRUSHIE DESIGN LIVING RENT FREE IN ME… also grabbing libragender thrush that’s so real

me out here stabbing you with bluesnow plot bc we run with that here no one can stop us. morality be damned when we can have cute shit

also omg i didn’t consider bluefire oough… blue 100% would add her- self, did u really just unconsciously trans firepaw too?? ok, that’s canon now. -to this lil harem. blue has all the wives and is a lesbian icon

SO… YK… if we say bluesnowthrushfireyellow is real and beloved… do you grasp how angsty it would be when canon (and some extra events) get added?? like… fire watching her safe and sweet mates all die (bc they all totally would love her as she’s a lil people pleaser) and blue becomes so, so obsessive over fire to the point of refusing to let fire do anything…

then… if you wanna go canon divergent… imagine fire being so broken down by being obsessed over and given no time to herself to grieve, she can’t stop tigerclaw when he kills bluestar (and then that could become firetigerdark nonsense because OH THE ANGST…)

I didn’t actually mean to trans fire but FUCK IT anything can happen in this universe

Fire would be SO lucky to have so many mommates anyone would be jealous

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

tw: mild description of blood (it's not that bad I swear)

Large info dump about Sims aliens and their biology and stuff (it's well past midnight and I got bored)

So I have my own ocs that I've been working on for a while but I've moved them into the brain basement for a while to fixate on these stupid little pixel guys from 2004. Anyway one of them has blue blood because I thought it would be funny, and now I'm a firm believer that the Sims 2 aliens have blue blood.

My only reasoning for this is that having red blood in a green character feels... weird? Like, your skin is not one solid thing. It's like a million translucent layers stacked on top of each other with stuff between them. Like a lasagna. That's why, when you put your hand over a flashlight, it glows red; the light is passing through your skin and all the stuff in it (notably, blood vessels).

Human skin, by default, is a yellow-ish white, like dandruff. It gets color from the blood vessels and pigmentations in the layers of the skin. This is why tattoos work, why melanin alters your skin color, and why your face can blush red, among other things. If alien skin is the same white, you'd need a shit ton of green pigment to balance the red from the blood, which would make them look kinda weird and muddy color-wise. If the blood is blue, though, everything runs smoothly. Yellow/white-ish skin + blue blood = mint green.

Though it only exists in weird animals like horseshoe crabs and some spiders (I think), there is a kind of blood that naturally comes in a sky blue color. This is because it contains hemocyanin instead of hemoglobin, using copper instead of iron. Hemoglobin uses iron to bond with oxygen and move it somewhere, and turns red in the process (like rust). When copper is oxidized, though, it turns that bright, Statue of Liberty ass turquoise color. This makes the hemocyanin blood into this blue raspberry looking concoction.

(Hemocyanin also completely messes with the biology of a creature; it is not interchangeable with hemoglobin but let's suspend disbelief for a second. For the vine.)

Anyway, enough rambling. I think the aliens are blue blooded. This makes them look more natural when I draw them, and it makes the hybrid Sim-aliens more unique and less "normal guy but green". This also affects everything that your normal blood would affect though, so I have to keep in mind that their everything is blue. Veins in the eyes, eye bags, injuries and scars, body tissues (like the mouth), blushes, sunburns, bruises, basically anything that would normally be purple/red/pink in a normal human is teal/blue.

Hope y'all enjoyed the autism thought slop I just dumped on you. Most of this info is stuff I read on Wikipedia or just a surface level understanding of human anatomy. Don't quote me on it + feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

Also, all of this is headcanon nonsense, there's no objectively right or wrong answer. I'm just a nerd and love having really excessive lore explanations for the creative liberties I take. If you like your aliens red-blooded, I dig it. I just find it personally less of a headache on my end to go this route.

I really need to go to bed have a great night folks

[gigisriley]

wait people say charpim is toxic or that they wouldn't work out as a healthy relationship??? im so confused is this just angst being grafted onto them or is there a valid argument to be made here?

Im new to the smiling friends fanbase btw and mostly am a lurker that seldom comes by to see fan content lel

first off, WARGGGHHH thank you for the ask i’m literally SO excited to answer!!!

rambling below the cut!!

i’m in two camps on this one. I think charpim in its CURRENT state definitely wouldn’t work. BUT Pim is definitely the kind of person who has the capacity to help Charlie. Pim is a very affectionate guy, and he’s open, honest and sincere. Hle’s very genuine, compassionate and beyond kind. In other words, he’s *exactly* what Charlie needs. Pim can make him better.

Charlie isn’t a bad guy. He’s far from it, actually. His whole job revolves around making people smile, even if his goal is a paycheck and not that fuzzy feeling you get in your chest when you make someone’s day better.

But he’s a very flawed guy. In Charlie goes to Hell and Doesn’t Come Back, I remember reading somewhere that Micheal and Zach wanted to originally make Charlie vape in the beginning, but the studio wouldn’t let them. So they settled on energy drinks. Thats why The Devil says “I can quit my addicted vices whenever I want”- this is supposed to be a moment of realization for Charlie. He can see himself in The Devil in that moment.

In Erm, The Boss Finds Love? Charlie literally gets shitfaced at the wedding. Even as he walks into the break room the next day, he says “I can’t keep doing this. Something’s gotta change, brother.” in reference to his hangover. He’s unhappy with where he is, and he recognizes there is a problem. But he doesn’t do anything to fix that. In the alien episode, both him AND Pim get shitfaced.

Charlie also instigates fights. In both Charlie Dies and Doesn’t Come back and the alien episode, Charlie’s the one to stir the pot. When they go looking for a tree to chop down, Pim keeps a level head and calm voice. Charlie’s the one who raises his voice and takes the axe to the tree. Charlie instigates thus fights with the dudebro aliens, literally egging them on. He’s so caught up in this that he literally elbows Pim in the face.

Plus, you never want to get into a relationship with someone under the notion that you can “fix” them. More often than not, people don’t change. It takes a MAJOR life event or some kind of trauma for someone to change. And Charlie, in the face of LITERALLY being given a second chance, continues to drink, instigate fights, and give in to his addictive vices.

In his current state, Charlie would definitely be the ‘toxic’ one in the relationship. He’d instigate fights, come home drunk out of his gourd, and he’d hurt Pim emotionally. Whether or not he’d hurt him on purpose is up for debate. Pim would overexert himself trying to keep them together, and fall apart. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.

Charlie needs to change if they’re going to work. He needs to get better. THATS why I think they wouldn’t work, at least not yet.

At the end of the day they’re just silly little guys in a cartoon about Friends Who Smile so i’m probably reading WAY too much into a guy who looks like a peep. But oh well. To be cringe is to be free.

(ID LOVE to talk more about this—- if anyone has any comments on this or disagrees, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know in the notes. i like talking about my silly little pink and yellow middle aged men)

[c4n1d43cup1d]

Some hogcanons. notes (me rambling) under the cut

So silver was the reason i wanted to make this in the first place despite him looking the most on model (not entirely obviously, but i don't have many hcs for him). Mostly i wanted to draw his height compared to the other hedgehogs since him being freakishly tall despite being younger than sonic and shadow is funny. I saw someone say hes probably the most conventionally attractive hedgehog and i think that's true, hes a pretty boy and his fur/quills are really sleek and well maintained. The fluff on his chest is less spikey and more fluffy looking plus i put some fluff in his ears as well. I think his paws and nails are black and he doesn't wear eyeliner his lashes are just really long and hes got black markings on his eyes. Coming back to this after writing Amy's desc but i think hes genderqueer in some way idk maybe bigender i need to study him under a microscope some more every character i touch becomes transgender

Sonic has a few more added details, i like giving him a little nick in his ear and top surgery scars because that hog is trans. I haven't really seen many people give him stylized top surgery scars surprisingly, i tried to make his look kind of lightning bolty because uh something about him being fast. idk man. i think i imagined its similar to what itd look like for him to run in a zigzag? whatever i think it looks cool. I think his claws are kind of uneven and he doesn't really care too much about how they look especially since he just has them under gloves most of the time

Amy is fat because i said so, also i gave her wavier quills and heart markings everywhere. Her ears might look a little strange since it like implies her skin is making that heart shape but i imagine thats her fur spiking into the point. Her nails are painted the same red that shadows markings and stuff are mostly because i think them being besties is cute like. i see shadamy as a queer platonic relationship. Theyve always been my favorites im going to to make them as close as i want. Anyway, i think she and sonic are tied for having the shortest ears, and hers are the rounest (might make them even rounder the next time i draw her) also not entirely related to her design but i think shes transfem and genderfluid.

Shadow my son. im taking custody from black doom and gerald. anyway, i have the most headcanons for him because he is my absolute favorite guy ever he rots my brain. I think he and Amy are the same height, his rocket shoes are like platform/heels and so when he has them on he looks like Sonic's height or maybe a teeny tiny bit taller. I give his quills extra little spikes for no reason other than i think its cute, i could bullshit that its a black arms thing but idrc. What are black arms things though are his eyes and claws, his scelera is a more yellow compared to everyone elses (jaundiced as my friend put it. thanks endy) and i didn't draw it but his pupils are slits. Claws are long but are even longer when all the way out (retractable) his gloves are thick enough that he doesn't pierce them but he probably has a few spare pairs. Also not pictured but black arms related: his teeth are fucking razors, larger than the other hedgehogs and also serrated because i think thats cool. his tail is the longest out of all of them though i think it used to be longer but was lopped off in the name of science and never properly grew back. also his inhibitor rings are connected to a sort of device that does the task of being a proper gateway between his internal energy and the rings themselves, i didn't draw them but essentially its like a smaller ring that is embedded into his wrists i think. also hes trans but in a sort of alien way, i think the black arms can do the clownfish genderswap thing and shadow has it to a somewhat lesser degree its like an internal tshot i guess idfk

ok yeah thats all if u made it to the end thanks for reading the ramblings of a mad man

[yellow-the-alien]

oh boy another several paragraphs post here we go (text below cut again, also i wrote this in computer so it has auto caps on. this is kinda abt a maybe coining but is mainly just journaling)

So, today I was just kind of thinking about something a bit odd. Everytime I think about my second kintype, which happens to be a monkey as far as I’m aware, it's difficult for me to exactly picture it. I know what it feels like through phantom limbs and other shifts, but this didn’t exactly translate to look. With the information I did have though, I knew that I felt larger hands compared to body size than a good portion of monkeys, a nimble body despite the large portioned limbs, a small face with large ears, and a lot of fluffy fur, meaning that I was most likely from a cold climate. 

So, I decided to google all of the cold climate primates and the results weren’t similar to what I experienced at all. The only result I got was the Japanese Snow Monkey, which doesn’t fit the description or feelings of what I know about my kintype. It’s like this kintype is of a creature that is only partially fictional. On one hand, it could very possibly exist in the real world as an adaptation, but on the other hand, it doesn’t. I then went to search to see if I can find anything like this, but so far have come up with nothing.

It feels as though this kintype is an animal that is truly an adapted version of real world monkeys such as spider monkeys. I’m considering coining this as a term so I can organize it in my hesd, but i’m not actually sure about that because 1) I’m unsure if this has been coined for before or not because i may have just missed that post, 2) I don’t actually know how coining works, and 3) the word I want to use for the coining term is from a fake language made by the rest of the system. That being said, I’m considering toying around with a term called “nādutherian”, which I think could be respelled to “naydutherian” for the long a sound. This would come from the fictional word “nāydun”, which means adapt, and the full term would essentially mean “a theriotype that is an adapted version of a real animal”. Again though, I’m not actually sure about this, so please tell me if there’s already a term for this that I missed or if you just happen to like the coining idea. Basically, please rb or comment with your thoughts or knowledge if you want to, and thank you in advance!

[tardisblueten]

Desperate To Cool Off

[Tenth Doctor x Reader smut]

Content warning: SMUT (18+ ONLY), sex pollen, (slight) breeding kink! fem reader, riding, creampie, kinddd of subby/whiney/desperate doctor.

Summary: The Doctor and his companion accidentally get a hold of an aphrodisiac pollen on an alien planet.

Notes: This is my first time writing any kind of creative fiction really since MIDDLE SCHOOL... so please bare with me and let me know what you think! <3

The day started off typical. Well, typical for the Doctor and his companion. The Tardis had just abruptly landed in the middle of an exotic rainforest on an alien planet. The two of you stepped out of the Tardis and took in the breathtaking scenery. Beautiful alien trees and colorful vegetation surrounded you in every direction. Foreign bird-like, and insect-like creatures chirped and buzzed loudly. The forest floor was coated with twisting bright green vines that were dampened from the last rainfall. You wasted no time running off to explore, your face beaming with excitement. The Doctor smiled fondly at how cute you are when you’re excited.

You spent the adventure gawking at the outlandish plants. “Oh that’s an Arthropodemorus.” The Doctor informed you as you leaned in to get a closer look at the bizarre plant with teeth. “It kind of reminds me of a-” “Venus fly trap?” The Doctor cut you off, smugly grinning with his hands in his pockets. You glared at him and playfully rolled your eyes, “Yes.” Sometimes the know-it-all attitude of the Doctor annoyed you, but it definitely didn’t make you love him any less. “Distant cousins! They eat the pesky insects native to this planet. Helps keep them from over-populating the ecosystem.” He smiled.

“Oooh what about this one?” You were mesmerized by a beautifully weird looking flower, about the size of your head, just to the left of you. You crouched down to its level and the Doctor leaned over you to inspect the large plant. It had gorgeous thin spiky petals that faded from white to a deep purple. The middle part of the flower was an ominous dark red with a giant green stigma and stamens erecting from it. “Oh dear…” The Doctor nervously murmured. “Isn’t this just beautiful…” You whispered, inching in even closer to admire it. “Y/N… If I’m not mistaken, that’s a very dangerous plant-” The Doctor urgently tugged on your elbow, trying to get you to stand up. “I think it’s best if we took a step back just for safety precautions because-” 

Before you could even fully process the Doctor’s rambling, the flower suddenly puckered and viciously spat out an enormous thick cloud of yellow dust. It hit you right in the face causing you to jolt back and fall onto the ground. The Doctor stumbled back, nearly falling over himself as the cloud infiltrated his nostrils too. The both of you were stunned, coughing and choking on the cloud of gold pollen that slowly wafted throughout the surrounding area. “Y/N…” The Doctor gasped out between wheezy coughs. He fanned the air with one hand and helped you up to your wobbling feet with his other as you both struggled to breathe. The Doctor led the two of you back to the safety of the Tardis in a hurry, running as fast as both of your wobbly legs could carry you, nearly tripping on the exotic vines and roots of the forest floor. 

The Doctor slammed the Tardis door behind him. He leaned against it in distress as he hacked more. You ran towards the console and let your weak body crash to the floor. You both heaved for a few moments, desperately trying to catch your breath and finally breathe in some clean air. You looked up at the Doctor who was across the room. He was limply sitting on the floor, back leaning against the Tardis door, limbs sprawled out pathetically, chest heaving exhaustedly, face glistening with sweat and flushed bright pink, tickled with a few remaining particles of the golden irritant. His hair was more wild than usual, a few tendrils in the front clung to his face from the sweat. He looked so… good… That was all you could think as you weakly laid there and looked up at the man through your damp eyelashes. 

Your pink cheeks felt like they were on fire. There was an all consuming heat that burned you inside out. You felt beyond intoxicated. Your clothes clung to your sticky, sweaty body. All you wanted to do was rip your clothes off, to get some kind of relief from this dreadful heat. “Doctor…” You cried out to him from the floor. He would know how to fix this.  Whatever this was. You tried to stand up, your legs trembled and you almost fell back down on the way up.

“Y/N…” The Time Lord grunted as he shot out his palm to you, gesturing for you to stay away. He started to remove his overcoat and unbutton his dress shirt, desperate to cool off. “Don’t… don’t come any closer.” His voice was tired and hoarse from the violent coughing fit from earlier. “Doctor… please… What do I do?” You cried out helplessly again, slowly stumbling towards him despite his orders. You tugged at your shirt that was sticking to you.

The Doctor tried his best to be a gentleman and avert his gaze to anything else but he just couldn’t. Your shirt was drenched in your sweat, making it nearly completely see through and revealing the neon pink bra you wore. There was a deep ache he felt between his legs. “Doctor please…” You whined again. “I’m so hot.” You crumpled to the ground just a few feet in front of him. 

All the Doctor could do was just stare. But he wanted nothing more than to help you. You were his companion. He cared about you. He hated seeing you in so much distress like this. He needed to help you.

“T-take off your clothes…” He panted. Your head shot up at him and you quickly nodded. You wasted no time in ripping off your wet shirt and discarding it thoughtlessly. If it would rid you of this mind numbing heat, you would do anything he said. You sat up on your knees and hurriedly attempted to undo your jeans. Your shaky hands foolishly fumbled with the button. You gasped as your eyes caught the Doctor’s hands skillfully working on his own buttons of his white undershirt. His hands were so much larger than your own…Your mind started to wander off to the thought of what his fingers would feel like on you. In you. You felt a strong twinge between your thighs. You swiftly yanked down your jeans and the fire that took over your body was finally starting to extinguish just the tiniest bit. You sighed in relief and collapsed onto the Doctor, drunkenly throwing your arms around his bare shoulders. You felt sparks on your damp skin when it made contact with his. It still wasn’t near enough though.

All the Doctor could feel was your bra clad breasts squishing against his flushed jaw, and his trousers tightening. He knew exactly what this was. He knew from the moment he saw the deceitfully beautiful flower. He knew exactly what was happening. He knew exactly how much time you had until all hell broke loose. He knew exactly what the only antidote was. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t do this to his best friend. It wasn’t professional and it broke all his codes. But the heat between his legs was only growing stronger and stronger. And he knew it was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to control it any longer. 

The man gently pushed you off of him and anxiously but firmly placed his hands on your shoulders. The contact made your shoulders feel like they had just been struck by lightning. “Y/N…” He gulped as he looked into your dilated eyes. “That pollen that we got sprayed with… It was… an aphrodisiac.” His tone was low, a tone you’ve never heard come from him before. A tone that rumbled throughout your skeleton and deep into your core. “Y/N do you understand me?” Your eyes were glazed over, lids heavy. “Doctor…” You whispered, staring at his perfect plush lips. Your eyes traveled down to his exposed torso. His skin looked so soft. There was a faint red patch between his pectorals from the warmth. You wanted so badly to just glide your fingers over it. Kiss it. Taste his salty, sweaty heat on your lips, tongue. “The native race sometimes uses it to help with m-mating rituals…” His voice was urgent, anxious. Just the word ‘mating’ made you pitifully clench on nothing. You felt so empty. You needed so badly to be filled. “The side effects can include dizziness, intense hot flashes and…” You stared up at him, lips parted and eyes dilated with want. No. Need. “Intense sexual desire.” 

Your tits were threatening to burst out of your bra with every heavy breath you heaved. Your chest was glistening with sweat. The Doctor’s eyes traveled down to your panties that had a wet stain soaked through right where your clit would be. His breath caught in his throat at the sight. His throbbing dick was so hard and all he wanted was to be buried deep inside you. Put a baby in you. “Y/N…” He sighed quietly. 

His hot breath was centimeters away from your face. You hastily closed the gap and kissed his lips feverishly. The growing desire between your thighs was taking over you. You needed relief. There was nothing else that occupied your mind other than him. His fingers. His lips. His tongue. His body. His dick. You pushed him down onto his back and straddled his lap, deepening the passionate kiss with your tongue. The Doctor gasped into your mouth and fought back with his own tongue. There was spit pooling at both of your mouths but it only made you kiss him harder. You felt like you would die if you didn’t have him inside you right now. 

Your hands extended down between you and him to quickly take off his slacks and discard them without breaking the animalistic kiss. His large hands reached behind your back to unclasp the hooks of your pink bra. “Need you,” He breathed into your mouth. Your tits sprung out almost cartoonishly after your bra was removed. “Need to make these get even fuller.” He wasted no time grabbing at your boobs and gently tweaking and massaging the nipples, making you moan and writhe. You grabbed at his brown locks, tugging hard which made him jump and whine loudly. It was a pathetic, squeaky sound coming from a man such as him. It only made you wetter. With his slacks off, you could better feel his twitching bulge beneath you. You shifted your hips, grinding his aching erection against your throbbing clit. You sucked at his neck and grinded harder. The both of you moaned loudly. “It's not enough,” He panted, eyes shut tight and hands gripping your hips. You couldn’t agree more. “Fuck, I need you darling.” He growled. 

His hand snaked down between the two of you to push down his briefs and pull out his rigid cock. You didn’t have time to gawk at the size of him because he was already urgently pushing your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your soaked cunt. He teased your clit with the tip and threw his head back at just the mere touch. “Fuck, there’s no time for that.” You panted as you swiftly grabbed his dick and sat on it. You both watched the obscene view of your drenched pussy slowly swallowing his stiff pink cock. You leaned in towards his handsome face as you grabbed the sides of his cheeks, both of you moaning in pleasure. The Doctor’s jaw hung open in a heavenly expression you swore would make you cum right there. Your body tensed up as he finally slid all the way in you. You finally felt so full. 

“Shi-” The Doctor exclaimed as you started bouncing on his dick. “I need you- Fuck- I need you.” He kept chanting over and over underneath you as you desperately rode him. You moaned in ecstasy and threw your head back, screwing your eyes shut, holding his hands tightly on either side of his head as if you were about to collapse if you didn’t hold onto him. “Your pussy-” He gasped. “‘Squeezing me so tight… Fuck- You got me so close already,” He admitted, too intoxicated with the pollen to be embarrassed that he was already nearing the edge. You rode him harder, faster, deeper. His length kissing parts of you so deep you didn’t even know existed. Your heart was banging wildly against your chest. There was only one thought that equally took over both of your minds.

The Doctor gasped harshly and gripped your hips so tight that your eyes shot open at him. “Need to- fuck- fill you up.” He groaned. Your pussy tightened around him at his words and the man grabbed the back of your hair, pushing you down closer to his face. His lower abdomen was rubbing against your clit oh so right with every thrust making you squeak with intense pleasure. “Oh fuck!” He moaned loudly into your mouth as he felt his balls tighten. He held you tightly and lovingly as he frantically bucked his hips into your pussy. The base of his cock was dripping with your abundant amount of slick, sliding against your sensitive clit over and over. You whined as your walls clamped down on his cock. The man couldn’t even form a word, he just let out a loud moan as his thrusts into you got more and more erratic and desperate. Your mind could only focus on the sole thought of milking his cock dry and suddenly you were on the verge of cumming. The Doctor was already dangerously close, but as soon as he felt your body tense up, and your walls pulsing around him, he pushed you closer against him and tightened the grip on your ass. Your orgasm took over your body. Intense waves of ecstasy washing over you making you cry out. The Doctor groaned out. Your cunt spasmed around the man’s cock as he shot large hot ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. His hips finally started sputtering but more cum just kept filling you up. 

You fell limp against his broad chest as you struggled to catch your breath. The time lord’s hips slowly halted to a stop, his moans turning into sensitive whimpers as your pussy still spasmed around his spent cock. You laid on top of him, his cock still inside you, panting heavy. You hugged each other close, and gently stroked each other’s hair.

“I feel better.” You finally said after some time of just recovering and resting on top of him. The fire within the both of you was finally extinguished. The once thick and humid air of the Tardis suddenly felt so much cooler and crisp. The Doctor looked at you adoringly and smiled, “Me too.”

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"Ramblings" - The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x (ADHD) Reader

Fandom: The Black Phone Pairing: The Grabber/Albert Shaw x (Female, ADHD) Reader Rating: SafeForWork Warnings: Use of the word D*mn in Reader's thoughts, Reader is in Grabber's basement. To write this request, I have kept in mind specific adhd aspects from the requester, as well as having drawn from my real-life experiences. I am aware there are many shapes and forms of Adhd, ticks/stimming. The prompt:

For @emotionalmesshooman

You were perched on the cold concrete, eyes darting to the staircase where he had disappeared. Your heart hammered. Time stretched and compressed in this dungeon of shadows and whispers.

The dim bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered, casting an eerie dance across the room. Your breaths came short and fast. The floor was a chill against your skin.

Then, the door at the top of the staircase opened, somewhere high above your head, and footsteps could be heard again. There was the distant barking of a dog, but your captor told him to lie down.

So… he had returned.

His silhouette was framed by the doorway. His mask hid his face, but you knew it was him – Albert Shaw, the man who held your life in his hands. Wasn’t there this saying that it was always the butler who did it? That it was the kind and unexpected face? The man who dressed the most ordinary? Well, they were right. He was the janitor at your old high school. The memory of him grew vaguer the longer it was since you graduated from school. But still… No one would suspect a man like that, right? Always helping others, being kind to kids.

You had a problem? Ring him up. Albert comes and fixes it.

Of course, the infamous Denver Grabber was the kind man who lived just a few blocks away. You wondered when the police would think of checking this man’s basement. Probably never.

"Ah, there she is," he rumbled, voice a little too cheerful as he crossed the basement toward you. How dare he talk so casually to you, so light-hearted, as if he wasn’t your captor ready to torment you.

His presence loomed over you, oppressive and undeniable. He set down the tray with a clatter, disrupting the tense silence. A plastic plate with a few scraps of scrambled eggs wobbled precariously at the edge. Beside it, droplets of soda rolled down its can.

"Food," he grunted, nodding towards the tray. "Eat up."

Your fingers twitched involuntarily, reaching for a plastic spoon – round and not sharp enough to cut, and too weak to be used as a weapon for it would just break. It felt alien in your grasp. You jabbed at the eggs, their yellow pallor as washed out as the hope you clung to. Each bite was mechanical, the taste lost on a tongue numbed by fear.

"Good," he said, and there was something unsettlingly tender in his voice. Almost like twisted pride. But what was he proud of? "That's good."

He watched you eat, his gaze intense and unwavering, and you wished you knew what was going on in that mind of his. What were his intentions for you? It wasn’t that you were ignorant – you had heard of the Denver grabber. You knew the boys he took had never been seen again. And judging by the empty basement, which only harbored a dingy blotted mattress and little else, you knew they were no longer kept here – but they probably had been at some point. You swallowed another bite, the knot in your stomach threatening to reject the offering.

"See?" he murmured, a dark chuckle threading through his words. "Not so hard to take care of yourself, is it?"

But you couldn’t respond. Your throat suddenly squeezed tightly, not allowing another bite in. Your stomach coiled, your heart twisted, as you tried to force the nauseousness to ebb away.

He sunk down, mirroring your position. The space between you felt like an ocean of shadows. His mask, a grotesque sentinel staring silent and still.

"Why are you looking at me?" Your voice broke the air, a fragile intruder in the oppressive silence.

It always unnerved you when he looked at you like this – and he had been looking a lot. It was almost as if he took you home as some kind of curiosity, to be kept in a room for his own, to be observed and looked at. But not looked after. God only knew you needed someone to look after you.

Your hand twitched, you didn’t even notice. The movement was mechanical. Your dominant hand still held the plastic spoon, although all movement there had ceased, completely forgotten. But it was your other hand, the fingers more correctly of it, that were tapping against one another in sequence. Pinkie to thumb, ring finger to thumb, all the way to your index and back again in quick succession. It needed no thinking, it was a second nature.

"Isn't it allowed to just watch?" His tone, edged with something like offense, cut through the dim light. A predator's gaze fixed upon its prey, unwavering. Your fingers were still tapping. He sees. He knows.

Then you gave your fingers a slight break when you rubbed your palm on the coarse fabric of your pants. In this abyss, every movement betrayed your fear, each tick a Morse code of anxiety.

The Grabber's eyes traced the erratic twitch of your thumb, a hawk surveilling its quarry.

"Interesting," he murmured, almost to himself, as if dissecting the peculiarities of a specimen under glass. The word sent shivers down your spine.

"Doesn't that annoy you?" His question was deceptively casual, the mask making it impossible to read any true intent. An unnerving half-smile played on his lips, visible beneath the edge of the hideous mask.

You swallowed hard, mouth dry. "It's not by choice," you managed to stutter out, the admission costing you more than you wish to acknowledge.

His head tilted, studying the involuntary symphony of twitches and taps. "Control, my dear, is all about willpower," he said, his voice a low rumble that made the air around you vibrate.

"Go on, eat." He pushed the tray closer, the scrape against the concrete a jarring sound to your ears. "You need your strength."

The smell of scrambled eggs wafted to you, but your stomach churned in protest. You eyed the tray with a mixture of hunger and repulsion. The can of soda gleamed against the dim light. You were so, so hungry and thirsty. He was doing this on purpose, making you delirious with want.

You wanted to reach out, your fingers already rose into the air, but then you thought better of it and retracted them, your fingertips instantly picking at your dry lips. The relief you felt when a scrap of skin on your lower lip came loose was almost euphoric.

"Or are you too good for my food?" His tone shifted, laced with mockery, the cruelty of his words veiled behind feigned concern.

You hadn’t truly been paying attention to him just now. You were too focused on the feeling of the loose skin, dry and parched, underneath your fingernail. Tearing it off felt liberating. Others had told you this wasn’t a good habit, yet you still came back to it ever so often. You were not ashamed of it either. The skin was already dead anyway.

"You think I might poison you?" Now his words finally came through and you looked up at him, truly seeing him this time. Gone were the thoughts and distractions inside your head.

If only for a second.

"Of course not," you whispered, though bile was once again rising in your throat, thick and acidic. The truth was a bitter pill; you were starving, and you had to eat whatever he gave you. But whatever he brought wasn’t very nutritious. And it had made you feel even worse before, so you didn’t put it past him to indeed poison you. You were pretty certain he had drugged you at least once after you just got here.

"Your body betrays your words," he taunted, leaning back on his haunches. "Is it mistrust? Or perhaps something else?"

You pressed your lips together, silent. Every second stretched on, taut as a wire ready to snap. You silently observed the man as he sat on his hunches against the opposite wall – the devilish mask with its twisted grin and pointy horns. Why was it so pale? Had it not been finished yet?

“Are you going to paint that?” you asked.

And even though you couldn’t see his expression being that grotesque mask, you could swear you saw his eyebrows rise in surprise.

“Come again?” He asked, and you concentrated really hard as you looked at him.

“Aren’t you going to finish that? It’s not finished,” you said, pointing at his head.

It took the man a moment to realize what it was you were talking about – that it was about his mask. You were already distracted, your leg nervously bobbing as you repositioned yourself. If you were moving from left to right, well, that was because the floor was uncomfortably hard and cold. Also, it was customary for you to keep changing the way you sat. It was a bloody miracle that you sat at all. Must be the lack of nutrition, you pondered. Or you’d be pacing the room.

Your fingers were tapping again.

"Why do you do that?" His voice was low, curious – the edge blunted.

Your eyes darted up to meet his through the holes of his mask. "Do what?"

Blue eyes, you thought. Blue or grey. Memories of objects that you’d seen once that had the same color surfaced in your mind and your gaze skittered away.

“That." He nodded toward your hands, and you followed his gaze and frowned. Your fingers were still doing that rhythm, but when he looked you tried to clasp your hands tightly in your lap, knuckles turning pale. It didn’t fully hide the impulse, though. The muscles of your hands still twitched, the movement restrained but ever so slightly visible.

"Can't help it," you admitted, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you, demanding the truth.

"Interesting." The word was left hanging between the two of you and you wondered if he truly found it interesting or just annoying. ‘Stop twitching’, ‘Stop that’, ‘Keep your hands still’, ‘Don’t be so nervous’, and many more of these phrases came to mind.

Why hadn’t he said any of them yet?

"I did like that fish," you stated out of nowhere, and after another bout of silence, you could hear a heavy groan from ahead of you.

The Grabber shifted, then let his curiosity win out. “Oh?”

Right, he had no clue what you were on about.

You flushed, probably, quickly rambling to explain why you said that. “The round fish. I’ve no idea what his name was. Well,” you corrected yourself, running a hand through your hair and playing with the strands.

“I knew his name. His name was Peter, although Peter actually became Priscilla later on because he was apparently a girl. Although I told him to give him a name that could be used for both. Did you know Kim can be used for both? I didn’t know that. Or Lesley.”

When you looked over at the Grabber, you could see you’d lost him. Growing even more nervous now, you squeezed your own hand.

“Ah, right,” you quickly said. “Anyway, I meant, he could easily have given him a unisex name, you know. Like,” looking at him once again, you realized he was still at a loss.

Right. You swallowed harshly, throat dry and lips even drier. Get it together. What were you trying to explain to him again?

“The fish,” you brought yourself back on track. “That’s right. How did I get to the fish, you’re wondering?” You let out a nervous little laugh, gazing back at the Grabber shortly. You had to remind yourself to look at him when you talked to him, you sometimes forgot that.

And still, he didn’t move or interrupt. Well, that was good. Probably.

“The fish. It’s because of the bowl. Right? I mean,” you gestured helplessly at the empty wall to your right.

“It was so damn quiet and it made me so nervous, I tried to think of something else and then there was this stench. Like, did you know you have a toilet down here? I mean, I noticed because it hasn’t been cleaned in ages, and the smell came to me just now as we sat quietly and hit me like, full-on. And I was thinking, when I got down here I had a look around and there’s like, absolutely nothing here. But there’s this toilet. But it looks like it hasn’t been used in ages. Dirty too. And there’s a crack in the bowl. Anyway, the bowl is a nice round shape, just about as large as the bowl of a fish in one of my friend’s houses. Clara, her name was. Nice girl. Anyway, her fish was a deep black, which is kind of pretty. But not the prettiest fish I’d ever seen and…”

Realizing you were rambling and that you’re talking for so long, you quickly apologized and decided to get to the point. “Sorry, sir. Sorry,” you squeezed your hands in front of you again.

“It just reminded me of the prettiest fish I’d ever seen. My favorite fish. It was a very round puffer kind of fish. I don’t know what the type of fish is called. But I do know he was Griffin’s fish. You know, the boy that went missing three years ago?”

You hesitated, suspecting that Griffin must have fallen into the Grabber’s hands at one point. “I knew him,” you then said with a sad sigh. “I used to babysit him when he was little, you know.”

Your words dwindled into nothing, a whisper carried away on a ghost of a breath.

Silence followed in which you nervously tried to see what the Grabber’s reaction to your ramblings would be. But he remained eerily quiet. He sat frozen, his expression shielded by the mask.

Had you screwed up?  

"Well," the Grabber finally stirred. “And you had all those thoughts in just the flash of a second?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, looking anywhere but at him.

He unfolded his hands, you could tell by the sound of his movements. "What makes you so nervous?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The retort slipped out before you could cage it, raw and bitter.

"Perhaps." He tilted his head, studying you, intrigued despite himself. "Or perhaps not."

Your fingers tapped an erratic rhythm against your thigh, as the room fell quiet again. The air grew dense. The Grabber shifted.

"Interesting." The word was softer now, almost thoughtful.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat stubborn. He nodded at the plate. "You should eat. Wouldn't want your food to get cold."

Your dominant hand twitched and suddenly you were reminded of the plastic spoon. Where did you leave it? While you looked around you on the grimy basement floor, the Grabber pushed himself to his feet. He wasn’t very nimble, and you listened to the faint groan that accompanied the movement. By the time you found your spoon and looked up again, he was checking his watch. Funny. You’d never seen him wear one before.

At first, you thought he always wore one. You had assumed the thing you saw around his wrist was a watch like most men wear. But then one day you observed him closer and discovered he was always wearing this weird kind of silvery bracelet. He wore a lot of jewelry, you concluded. There were the rings as well.

But today was different. Today, he wore a real watch on his left arm. He must have some important business or something.

“I have some things to take care of upstairs. You'll be all right down here for a while, won't you?"

It was clearly not a real question and you barely registered that you’d reacted with a nod.

"Good girl."

With that, he turned and climbed the stairs. The door shut behind him with an ominous thud.

You were left with the plate, the sound of your ragged breaths, and a knot of confusion in your gut. What had just happened?

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

☆More random Redacted ASMR/Audio drawings☆

Tag list☆ @plutobutartsy @hammerhead-jpg @blocked-zombieartist @tuerescringe @annahhopee @everything-redacted-and-others

Closeups and me rambling about the drawings/characters

I had way too much fun drawing Hush too my love for drawing aliens came out while drawing this I wanted to make him more alien-like but I'll save that for Brachium design. but look at the precious fish boi and his beautiful eyes.☆

just made it to where you can see his eyes and makeup better with out his hair in the way, also a little Doc doodle and yes they did his makeup☆

Sam is giving pumpkin pie in the best way but pumpkin cream pie cause I don't fuck with regular pumpkin pie. The sun spots covering his are quite bittersweet in my opinion his flannel looks so cozy ☆

I know It may look I spelled Scorpius's name wrong but I didn't the fount I used is just weird. Were has Scorpius been like I know his still in the down basement with Sunshine but what he been up to is he chilling? Is he doing okay? I want to know also what type of demon is this man cause I don't know but at least one of yall know or have a pretty good guess. I love the XOXO neck tattoo I gave him. I may say I don't have a favorite color over and over again but if I had to choose purple would be one of them☆

Can you tell who I had the most fun drawing. You know what I find hilarious when a character is going through it then you cut to the D.A.M.N Crew and their living their best life not all the time but most of the time especially FL and Gav. Can we take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous Gavin is in general☆

Milo"freak-a-leak"Greer that his middle name until fauther noticed. Can we all agree that any shade of yellow/orange is Milo's color well any color is his color but especially those two. This is making me want to work on my sweetheart design but I shall ignore those thoughts for now. Also that coat his wearing is definitely not his it's Sweetheart's

[eshithepetty]

Mob Psycho 100?? More like Mob 'why are all these characters just different flavors of autistic holy shit'..... 100!!!!!

Click on image for better resolution. Also an ID below, in case the text is too small to read:

[ID: art of Mob, Tsubomi, Tome, Ritsu and Serizawa from Mob Psycho 100, with a list of autistic symptoms below them. The background is beige and behind each character is a square mismatch of colors unique to them as a background.

Mob:

He is wearing his school uniform and smiling lightly. The background colors are saturated blues, cyans, pinks and reds, which are swirling in a liquid like fashion. Below, text reads:

Polite little autistic boy

flat affect

alexithymia

perpetually confused

attempts to mask, just ends up appearing a different type of ‘weird’ as a result

low empathy, high compassion

really strict moral integrity

didn’t have a special interest for the longest time due to repressing himself

disassociating king :(

comorbid inattentive type ADHD

Tsubomi:

She is wearing her school uniform, staring ahead with a bored, uninterested expression. The colors behind her are dark and sharp browns, violets and reds. Below, text reads:

Girlboss

masking queen

low empathy

can’t read social cues but has mastered the art of scripting and being polite and pretty to escape ostracization

hard time connecting to people

often acts unintentionally rude/blunt

stubborn

actually cares a whole lot about people she really considers friends

Tome:

She is also wearing the uniform, leaning her chin on her hand and flapping the other hand excitedly as she rambles about something. The colors behind her are a bright yellow, green and orange, formed as circles and some sharp edges. Below, text reads:

Weird Girl

stimming galore

loud™

special interest in the occult/aliens

finds herself only connecting to people through that interest

emotional dysregulation

comorbid hyperactive ADHD

barely passing grades

probably spends hours on random wikipedia articles

Ritsu:

He is wearing a yellow hoodie, looking to the side and finger raised in confusion. The colors behind him are green, orange and magenta, and they are swirling in a kind of square vortex around him. Below, text reads:

just a little hater

sounds /neg

has a selective wardrobe of comfy clothes cause textures,,,

has no idea what friends are

special interest in psychic powers

spoons are a comfort item

denied he was autistic for a long time because “wdym, i’m completely normal. Look how well adjusted I am.”

comorbid OCD

Serizawa:

He's wearing his usual suit and smiling, eyes closed with the grin, his hands clasped together at his chest. The colors behind him are cyans, blues, greens and magentas, some lines, some circles. Below, text reads:

gamer .....

self isolation as an (unhealthy) coping mechanism

uses comfort items

emotions also be dysregulating but like,, he’s learning to deal with it

high empathy

missed out on a lot of milestones, but it’s okay, he’s catching up :)

special interest in video games

finds comfort in dark, tight spaces

comorbid social anxiety

End ID.]

[dicenete]

Hey, I'm rambling about IkePri again

Okay, I just need to get these thoughts I have about Gilbert von Obsidian out because I enjoy predicting stuff and overthinking design and narrative choices even tho they might not be right. :P But there really isn't that much predicting other than me overthinking about narrative and design choices. This time there will be most likely spoilers of Gilbert's route so far, and route of Clavis and some thoughts I have just gathered while playing the game in general. I try to put these thoughts in cohesive order, but well... I don't know if I can really, because I just need to get these out of my head. These are my thoughts, ramblings and opinions. Feel free to form your own and certainly disagree with me! I apologize about the lack of art in this post. I'm busy with work currently so no fanart for a while. I'm also not native English speaker, so there might be grammatical errors and such. Sorry about that. Everything under the cut.

To start with Ikemen Prince is a romance visual novel first and foremost. That doesn't mean it can't be deep (and it certainly has been deeper than I initially expect, which left me positively surprised). I suppose there is somesort of thematic vibe that there is no prince whose ideals are the main thesis of the game itself. But that also kinda leaves that fact there is no huge catharsis regarding the world and it's state. Everything so far has been left quite open. And the more I have learned about lore of the world, I really feel like anti-monarchist here xd Clavis really sold me the idea for real. Or atleast throw away the absolute monarchy. That's where I think things should go, but that's my own belief. (really, the last king of Rhodolite... He umm... I have some opinions.) Chevalier and Gilbert First things first: I don't hate or dislike Chevalier as a character. There are just some things that give me Deus Ex Machina feels. But I know it is what they are going for with him. This genius that so far ahead of everyone that it is so alien concept to rest of the people. And well that is a very hard concept to pull off without being a genius yourself as a writer. Or that is what I feel like. But what I do love is what the writers are doing with him and Gilbert in thematic sense! (Hence why Chev x Gilbert sounds so juicy to me)

I really took steps to the deep end as I started to think about why I have enjoyed Gilbert's route or was interested in his story to begin with, but have little interest in trying Chev's one. Because they are so similar but they really aren't.

How I would describe it is that where as Clavis is the complementary to Chev, the purple to his yellow, the emotionality vs rationality, the heart vs the brain, Gilbert is more like right brain to Chev's left brain. If it makes sense like that xd Their color schemes are harmonious. Not opposite. Almost like how Nokto and Licht's color schemes are harmonious with each others.

(Nokto (Blue + white + gold) vs Licht (Blue + black + gold)) Not to mention that their names clearly are meant to mean light and dark. (Licht: variant for light, Nokto: comes form latin nox or noctis, meaning night = dark) But that is a rambling for another time.) Both their crests are tigers. White and black tiger. Chev's color scheme is White + gold and black. Whereas Gilbert's is Black + gold and white. But then the overall color that game devs use to signal about the characters baffles me a bit. Gold/Yellow vs Black/dark red. They don't seem to have too much connection or that of which comes to my mind quickly and without digging deeper. (because I believe that if you dig deep enough, you have digged yourself into a trap of overthinking about things. (Justifying things because you want to justify them, which I'm not big fan of. And sometimes things don't need meaning and we have to live with that. As much as it pains my overthinker brain.)) But here is my impressions about Gilbert so far. I'm at the point where MC has left the Clavis's party (I loved it btw). Gilbert really does give me toxic INFJ villain feels, but let's not get too hang up on terms such as that. But he is someone who is driven forth by his own ideals and desire to change the world better. He, like Clavis, seems to cloak himself in this idea that he is the villain and is okay, even happy, to take that role. He is the one who, like Chevalier, has thrown away emotional attachment out of the window (or so they say) unlike Clavis who makes his choices based more on emotion rather than rational thinking. Maybe that's why I like Clavis and Gilbert, they push MC out of their black and white thinking. That things are not so easy peezy as "choose a right king and everyone will be happy". There will always be someone who is mad about it. That's why I really loved the scene with Gilbert with the orphaned kids and the Clavis's party. He seems to enjoy the company of children (who are not morally corrupted or tainted) and he really empathically listens to those who are angry. He believes in the idea that "no one remembers what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel". (A quote with debatable origin, people say that it was coined by Maya Angelou. But I really love this quote, because I think it is the truth.) Gilbert isn't trying to rationalize against someone's choices with pure intellect. He uses empathy to guide him to the most rational outcome in that emotional scope. But he also uses this to manipulate people with fear. He uses fear extensively and he does it actively. Where as I feel like Chev just has that aura about him automatically. Hence my next thought: Action vs Stasis!

Gilbert and Clavis are action oriented. They shake the gameboard, they make the first moves. Gilbert probably more than Clavis. They both want change. Is it change for the better, we will see, I still haven't finished Gilbert's route but he really gives me this "I'm willing to become the greatest threat so that people unite to defeat me." or "I will conquer all so there will no longer be wars.". Chev, on the other hand, symbolizes stasis. His goal is to keep the kingdom of Rhodolite going. That's his duty and he is willing to take it. (even tho we can debate if that is something he really really believes in or even thinks about that much. I feel like it is out of obligation rather than of personal ideal. But alas, I have not played Chev's route yet.) Chev is reactive rather than proactive. He waits for the opponent to make the first move and reacts accordingly. (I'm not saying he is not reactive once game is on. More like "if there was not threat to deal with, he wouldn't create one".)

Chev doesn't care what you think about him. Gilbert does. He might seem like he doesn't but he is really there to prove a point. (I will pick up his dislike for lying later >.>) Chev is not. Chev knows that his way is the right way for him and that is enough for him. Chev also actively makes a "gettaway plan" for himself in Clavis. He knows that Clavis is the final thread that keeps him from going overboard because he understand that he has to be blind for "individual people" aspect to be a good ruler. Gilbert probably understands this about himself too, but he is trying to prove a point. So he needs to go overboard. Because masses of people need absolutes to react to. If it is something banal, it won't do. His evil actions need to shake the very foundation of ideas. The people have to face those things head on and see it for themselves. They cannot be sheltered. Gilbert gives me the vibes that he is willing to sacrifice himself not for the kingdom, but for the betterment of all mankind. He is happy to become the villain #1 if that means that other people will rise and take down the corrupted Obsidian or the corrupted idea. I would say that he is Lawful Good going on about things like Lawful Evil.

Gilbert asking questions means that he wants you to think, he wants to challenge your opinions and how you look at the world. Same as Clavis. They yearn for change. They want to change the world. Where as Chev wants to maintain things as they are. Chev "If it is not broken, we don't need to fix it" Michel. Where as Clavis and Gilbert want to improve the system. They are idealistic. Gilbert and lying

This is something very interesting. At first I thought that he was all "I dislike when people lie to me." but he really is "I dislike lying in all its forms." And he does say that he doesn't lie. And I'm starting to believe that is really the case. All the things he says are true. But because how other people see him, they are suspicious anyway. Like MC is. Like we all probably are when we start the route and think "So what is your trauma, baby girl?" When he is unsure or knows that he shouldn't say the thing he really thinks or that is true, he will deflect or give a very vague response. Which makes me quite happy to replay his route at somepoint with this in mind. In conclusion: Welcome to my TED talk, with no head or tail, just me overthinking about things about a otome gacha game. If you read this far, thank you for your time. Remember, if I ramble about it, it just means that I'm invested. Have a good day~