#it's on a post about connection so im curious

[bonsai-benev-and-malev]

I see you making a lot of posts about something I think is called malevolent?

now I’m curious

and I could just google

but I’m gonna ask you

what’s malevolent?/genq

:)))))))))

MALEVOLENT YOU SAY???

heheh

it is indeed called malevolent. and is currently my favorite hyperfixation

SOOOO basically

malevolent is a horror audiodrama. like an audiobook, but only dialogue and sounds. no narrator, no description of your surroundings except from the characters having conversation. if that makes sense

malevolent in particular is about a guy named arthur lester. he's a private investigator in arkham, massachusetts, in the 1930s. the podcast starts off with arthur waking up in his office, fully blind and disoriented, unable to remember who he is or where he's at. his partner is dead on the floor next to him

oh also there's an entity in his head, who was bound to him through a book arthur read. he eventually takes the name john doe, and he has arthur's eyes. only arthur can hear him, and john has to describe what is around them and what he sees for arthur to navigate. eventually he gains control of arthur's left hand, up to the elbow, but sadly that doesn't come into play much in later seasons

malev is based off of hp lovecraft's book cthulhu mythos, which is where harlan guthrie (the guy who acts out every character in malev and who wrote the thing) got his inspo for. for the various monsters and entities. the storyline is completely his own

the lore is SUPER interesting and so many connections and theories can be made and ugh harlan is so good at his job

here are the general tws for the podcast

there is also sounds of gore, but that's certain episodes, not constant. also nothing sexual. complete opposite, actually

unless any of this triggers you (and you can find more specific triggers at their website malevolent.ca, alongside the transcript) then i suggest you should try it!!!!

if you do get into it, be aware that my blog is full of spoilers. just block the malev tag, but ive listened to the entire thing three, maybe four times now. im utterly obsessed with it

if you need any more info or have any more questions, im super happy to answer them

i hope this helps :3

[thedeviljudges]

is there anyone who can translate this? 🥺

음악: 악마판사 ost중 '부조리'

it's from the composer of the tdj soundtrack and when translated it's from tdj but the title isn't translating correctly so just trying to figure out what song it's referencing. original post is here.

[knockknockitsnickels]

I think this is one of my favorite lines from the Wraith route because of (imo) how much the meaning changes depending on if you got there via Spectre or Nightmare. For Spectre, it honestly strikes me as a genuine question. Why are you doing this to her? If you're on the Spectre route, you presumably already know the Narrator can't really be trusted, since you had to reject his reward to get here. What are you hoping to gain from continuing to hurt her? For Nightmare, it honestly just makes me sad. As the Shifting Mound describes her, "She desires only companionship, but the only thing she knows is how to hurt." This line feels like a plea from someone who genuinely doesn't understand why you keep rejecting her. She wants to be with you, but she just can't understand how to do that in a way which doesn't hurt you.

[k1tty5]

hello :D please tell me more about your mezalian (is that how you spell it??) smalletho I will forever be indebted to you

(they are gorgeous I love them sm)

hey hi !! it would be my pleasure … (and I’ve been spelling it mezalean ??? but i have no idea LOL. there might be a canon spelling but i havent watched joels esmp1 since… probably since it ended. i will have to check sometime)

apologizing in advance because i will probably get very ramble-y!!

ummm. Oh god. How to start. Lets see. WELL. In this silly little au (i guess it has become a bit more than just me doodling designs LOL) in my head they have like this sort of zelink dynamic? obviously without all the zelda lore & stuff, just that kind of … okay forgive me I haven’t brushed up on my zelink lore for a good many years but. Like the princess and her personal knight that doesn’t really talk much sort of thing.

this made more sense in my head. But yeah. They have the vibes of zelink ? At least if i remember zelink right, I have a really bad memory :’) not exactly the same, i do think etho talks to joel (whereas if iirc link never really talks) - especially after getting to know him a bit - but just. they have the Vibes. You know?

I reckon Joel’s definitely very into sculpting in this au, maybe dabbles a little in painting - I imagine mezalea to be very heavy on art and expression in general. think you’d especially see lots of pottery and textiles all around the place. He probably also has an interest in some form of like. um. whats the word. Some sort of … fighting. lmao. Specifically thinking of fencing, i had this idea in my head that he’s watched Etho practice outside the palace at some point and is just absolutely fascinated and enamored. by both the practice and etho himself haha.

and for etho… talented swordsman? he is Not washed. i dont really have many ideas for his character in this au To be completely honest, mostly just of his personality. Although, I alsooo think he’s probably not actually from mezalea? I like to draw him with those pointy elf ears, and i think mezaleans are just humans. I cant remember if thats canon or not but um. mezaleans have human ears, so i’d imagine etho’s probably from like.. rivendelle? Is that. What it’s called. The elf guys? Are they elves??? Goodness I cant remember. Grimlands would make sense too since i THINK they’re kind of like. technical engineer guys? but i dont know what species they are um so ,,, yeah,,,,

i think joel’s probably a bit put off by etho at first, mostly just because he’s not super enthused about the idea of a personal guard, but also because the guys a bit odd, you know? but he’s also probably suuuper intrigued by him. he wants to figure this new guy out, and when they start talking a bit more, i think. They are both incredibly charmed by the other. head over heels? possibly.

most of my ideas of this au are just little scenes that are cute and silly but dont follow any main plot. I would love to write some one-shots of some of the ideas i have in the future, but as of right now im experiencing a bout of creative burnout and am busy with the holidays - spending time with family, so… not right now lol!

hopefully this is what you wanted,,,, i tend to get very ramble-y when talking about literally anything, so i do apologize for that haha, i am Not good at explaining things in simple ways, as i’ve said many a time before.

[sweetevoltrap]

Sylus reclaiming Little Bomb as a teasing nickname...

[riddlemearose]

Twin Stranger Chapter 2 (Hollow) is up!

Chapter Summary: Two idiots fail to have a conversation. Mipha doesn't get paid enough to deal with this shit.

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

Vampirekin struggles

Fuckin forgot my teeth aren't that sharp lmao. Was feeling around for a solid minute wondering where they went

[altruistic-meme]

I can tell from your pfp we're being incredibly normal about the heartstopper comics

i am!!! i am feeling SOOOO normal about the heartstopper comics bestie i am absolutely not thinking about them nonstop rn <3 definitely not losing my mind thinking about them rn <3<3 im sooo focused on my other things i was gonna do today <3<3<3

[glubglubgurgle]

stuck pearls

rafayelmc where you're given a bag of sex toys from his sexual art exhibit and you decide to use one when you're too horny in his house. it got stuck and now you have to ask the man you just kissed to get it out of you.

pairings: rafayel/unnamed afab [mc/you]

tags: smut, shameless smut, im saying eventual smut bcs it took forever to see raf's weewee, stuck vibrators, jealous/cocky/smug raf, p and v sex, raw!!

word count: 8.2k

a/n: i swear im so nervous yall...like first time writing raf and i got carried away setting up the scenario. hes such a guy who banters, i luv this man. third part to the stuck vibrator series!! pls let me know if this was good and pls be nice TT im nervous...i hope u like it TT

pings: @rurushow @straykidslvr @mcdepressed290 @otomegamesforlife @liz9898 @cherriesinoctober @dummiebunny @cecxliia @rikissaurus @ophelia-ophelian @youkoden @auroranavi @iweirdthingsblog @opalesquegirl

CROSS POSTED TO AO3

“Thanks for taking the week off…I don’t think Rafayel would have done this exhibit without you pushing him to.” Thomas said to you with gratitude as he raked his fingers through his hair, huffing. “He doesn’t exactly get along with this particular artist…but a portion of this collaboration’s profits is going towards charity. Anyways, I entrust his mood to you, Miss Bodyguard.” He nodded before his phone began to buzz and he excused himself.

You looked around the exhibit to look at all the items displayed. It was a bit weird hearing about it, at first, but you couldn’t help but admire how Rafayel’s work was being used. The front of the exhibit featured his artwork on its own. Bright, vibrant colors plastered the large canvas on the walls. Although you’ve seen it multiple times when you visited his studio, it was still fascinating to see fully framed. 

The next portion was the other artist’s sculptures. A few months before, you would be confused as to why the oblong and abstract shaped potteries were so sought after, but after watching Rafayel work long nights after he had a random spurt of inspiration, it made you appreciate things better. The artist he was working with was very in-tune with the sexual nature of people and as you got further into his works, the more erotic it became. 

The real collab was a mixture of his sculptures and Rafayel’s paintings. The usual neutral clay colored pieces were splashed with colors that only Rafayel would have known to mix. Aside from the actual art pieces, you learned that sensual toys were also being sold at the event. The entire exhibit was to promote healthy sexual lifestyles with a connection to multiple charities that dealt around the topic. 

When you first brought up the event to Rafayel, you remembered how he scrunched his face at the idea of his work being the design for multiple toys. You even remembered how red your face got having to explain the different types. You wanted to curse Thomas for putting you down for that responsibility, but you couldn’t imagine him being the one to explain it either. He was finally on boat with the exhibit until you mentioned who the other artist was. It took more convincing and back-and-forth arguing, but he finally agreed when you promised him that you would attend with him. He instantly backed down with a pout and accepted it, but he made sure to remind you every day beforehand to keep your promise. 

You looked around the shop portion where all the toys were, utilizing the time that Rafayel wasn’t present. You had been curious the entire time during set-up, but you felt too awkward since he was walking you around. You had your fair share of toys since you had your needs as well, and it had been a while since you dated. You were lost in thought, accidentally looking like you were glued on a particular piece, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to find the other artist smiling at you. His flaming red hair bounced every time he talked, “You’re Mister Rafayel’s companion, right? I think he referred to you as his bodyguard, but you two seem closer than that.” He smirked at you.

Your cheeks felt flushed. You wished the two of you were closer, but you could never tell his feelings at times. “Uh, he calls me his bodyguard but we’re…friends.” You pressed your lips into a line after the word came out of your mouth. A slight disappointment lingered in your chest. 

The red haired man nodded, a playful glint in his eyes showed, as if he could see right through you. “Anyways, I know you helped out a lot with convincing him to work with me.” You were about to ask how but he seemed to have read the question in your eyes, “Thomas praises you a lot. He says he’s been able to see his wife more often because of you.”

You softly giggled, appreciating the sentiment. You made a mental note to scold Raf when he was too harsh on him the next time.

The man then pulled a bag out from behind him, “Here’s a token of my appreciation.” It was one of the shopping bags for the exhibit, the title displayed clearly on the front, yet the one he was handing was sealed at the top.

You cocked your head, looking at the bag. “You shouldn’t have, it was really n-” You attempted to decline, but he pushed the bag into your hands, forcing you to take it.

“Don’t worry about it, I hope it will be useful! Now I must head out to prepare for tonight. I’ll see you, mayhaps.” He instantly turned on his heel and sauntered away. 

You yelled out a thanks before he disappeared from your sight. You held up the bag and found that it was heavier than you thought, but you received a lot of gratitude gifts from previous exhibits, so you just waited until later to check what was inside. You looked around a bit longer and then headed back to Rafayel’s place to get ready.

Once you were back, Rafayel was still in the living room painting. In the exact same position you had left him in earlier, just a bit more covered in paint. You already knew it ahead of time, which was why you stopped to get him food on the way back. He hadn’t seemed to notice that you entered, which made you concerned about his lack of awareness, but he was strong enough to defend himself, if anything. You walked over and waved the bag with a bagel sandwich in front of his face. “We need to get ready soon.” You said.

He groaned, dropping his brush and pushing the bag to look up at you with an annoyed pout. “Do we have to? Can’t you just be my representative? I’ll pay you the top dollar that they pay representatives nowadays!”

“Fine, if you want me to spend that much time with that other artist that you adore so much,” you rolled your eyes, baiting him. Although you weren’t sure about his feelings about you romantically, you knew he got immensely jealous. “I met him earlier, actually. It might not be s-” 

His hand wrapped around your wrist, making you stop your sentence and drop the brown bag. “Fine. I’ll go.” He sighed, dropping your wrist and picking up the sandwich. “I hope this isn’t that weird bagel place you keep trying…”

“You always think I’m some monster, Raf.” You said with another eye roll. “I’m gonna get ready, when I’m out of the shower, I better hear the water running in your own bathroom.”

“You sound like Thomas! I thought you were my bodyguard, aren’t you supposed to protect me? ‘Me’ includes my feelings, you know!” He whined, which you ignored with a smile as you walked into the room you inhabited frequently on weekends like this. 

The closet was always filled to the brim. You once turned down an invitation to an exhibit opening because you had nothing to wear, so ever since then, he kept adding new dresses to your closet to make sure you never had that excuse again. You picked out three dresses to try on after before sitting on the bed to open the bag the artist had given to you earlier.

Once you opened the bag, you closed it right back up. Sex toys. It seemed he had put the entire collection in the bag. Even though you were actually thinking of getting one, having it in your possession while you were at Raf’s house burned you with embarrassment. You hid it under the bed before turning into the bathroom to take a shower. When you were finished, you walked back into the hallway with nothing but a towel on, just to make sure he was getting ready. You went by his door, pressing your ear to it to see if you could hear the water.

“Boo.” You heard in your right ear, just above a whisper. Warm breath tickled your outer ear.

You jumped and turned around to find Rafayel leaning down, his hand on the wall to hold himself up. He was smirking down at you, somehow with even more paint on his clothes. “Raf!”

“I hope you’re not showing up to my art exhibition in just this…” He reached down to play with the hem of the towel, his fingers ghosting just above your bare thighs. It sent a shiver up your spine and a flush of heat on your cheeks. “I know it’s a bit more of a risque theme…but I don’t think we have to go through such lengths to preserve the art, right?” He chuckled before standing back up and moving you by your shoulders to clear the doorway. “Wear something with purple and match with me, yeah? Maybe the white and periwinkle one…” He smirked at you before disappearing into his room.

You were so startled by his antics and words that you couldn’t even come up with a single retort. You just grumbled in defeat and stomped back into your room. Your eyes widened as you saw the exact dress he was referencing being one of the ones you chose earlier. A soft smile played on your own lips knowing that the two of you were on the same page. Once you were dressed, you brought your makeup bag with you and walked back to his room, knocking. You used to do your own makeup until you realized that Raf was a lot better at it than you were in terms of matching colors with your outfit. You ended up letting him take care of it all the time. 

He opened the door and the warm humid air from his shower hit you, along with the smell of his shampoo. Your eyes widened to see he was in nothing but a towel around his waist. “Hey, cutie. The dress looks good.” He smiled before turning back around, motioning for you to get in. 

“Er, I can wait until you get dressed. I just wanted you to do my makeup, again.” You fiddled with the zipper of the bag, looking away from his figure. Your own eyes betrayed you as it kept flashing back to his toned back. You were always surprised at how built he was because it was as if he was either sleeping or painting whenever you were with him. You wondered when he had time to keep up with his figure. 

“Just sit down at the vanity and wait for me to get dressed. You can put your own base on, right?” He looked back at you as he rummaged through his closet, laughing when you instantly looked away. “I could also do it while I’m like this, though. You don’t seem to mind staring.” He chuckled again, grabbing the suit that matched yours. “Kidding.” He said before disappearing into his bathroom again. 

You thought it was unfair that he teased you this much, but he wouldn’t actually make a move. You would make it first, but truthfully you were scared that he was just joking around the whole time. And when it was serious, you hoped he would say it first.

With a defeated sigh, you worked on putting your skincare and foundation on, waiting for him to finish. The two of you timed perfectly since you dabbed the last bit of powder the exact moment he opened the door. You turned to face him and he was in a light purple button up, fixing his wrist cuff while his white suit jacket was draped over his arm. He then tossed the jacket onto the bed before making his way towards you. He held your face with both hands, turning you side to side as if he was examining a piece of clay. 

“Close your eyes,” he commanded lightly, to which you instantly listened. “Hm…pretty. I don’t think I have to do much.” He said softly.

You opened your eyes before he poked your forehead.

“Nuh-uh. Keep ‘em closed while the artist is at work.” He said. “You owe me, by the way. I’m only doing this art show for you. That guy is so…odd.” He complained before dropping his hands. You heard him fumble with your makeup before you felt a brush on your eyes.

You huffed, “It’s for charity, Raf. And anyways he seemed nice. Aren’t you an odd one, too?” 

“Your eyes may be closed, but I can see those little things roll under your eyelids, missy. He’s an odd human. I have an excuse, if anything. And I’m charming.” You could almost picture the smug look on his face. “Are you on his side or something? I much prefer when my canvases don’t talk.” The pout was now evident in his voice.

“Of course, I’m here for you, Raf. I’m just saying, Thomas would be a lot nicer if he didn’t have to drag me out to get you to do your job.” You mumbled.

“Pucker up.” He said as you heard the pop of one of your lipsticks. 

Instead of the tube, you felt a warm finger on your lips, making you snap your eyes open. His eyes were glued to your lips as his fingers held your chin and his thumb dabbed on your bottom lip. Your breath hitched and his eyes met with yours. “Do you have to use your finger…?”

“A finger is one of the best brushes out there. I’m trying to make a gradient on your lip that you wouldn’t be able to get unless I do this. Why are you so tense?” He cocked his brow at you before continuing to dab on your lip. 

You hoped that he couldn’t hear your heart. It felt like he was closing in on you, his face inching towards yours. You could smell his body wash and even the minty toothpaste he had just used. You squeezed your eyes shut as he continued to work on you. 

“Done!” He exclaimed, making you open your eyes again after a minute or two. He stood back up, placing everything back into your bag. His thumb was stained red from your lips, which he wiped onto a spare cotton pad. “Now let’s go, I can hear my phone vibrating in the jacket pocket.”

You looked at yourself in awe, once again. He kept improving every time, you wondered if he was learning or if he really just had the knack for this as an artist. He was already zipping out of his room and you completely forgot to pick what shoes to wear. You scrambled into the room you used to look for heels to match, opting for white stilettos. You just grabbed it, along with your purse and made your way down to the car where he was already in the driver’s seat.

“For someone who was so adamant about being on time, you’re the one who’s running around.” He smirked, and then eyed the shoes in your hands. “Really, cutie? Heels? You know how much you make me worry when you wear those.” Raf let out a dramatic sigh before pressing the button for the engine.

“I don’t think I’ll be doing a lot of walking…right? And besides, don’t they look good with this outfit? I’ve been practicing too.” You said, proud of yourself. “Now stop gawking and drive!” You exclaimed when you saw the ten messages from Thomas.

-

The event went by as normal. Rafayel had to answer questions from potential buyers, and Thomas stayed close by just to make sure he didn’t give too many signs of being annoyed. Although many complimented him and his work, he always felt they gave superficial reviews that could be found as the title of every news article covering him. You wanted to give his audience the benefit of the doubt, but after attending multiple, it was really obvious. There were only a handful of meaningful attendees, many of whom were artists themselves. 

You roamed around the venue since it felt a bit awkward standing right next to Rafayel as he was interviewed. You still stayed nearby since he had deemed you as his bodyguard. Every time you looked back at him, it was as if he was already looking at you, accidentally locking eyes for a second or two. Blushing, you brushed it off as a coincidence every time.

As you looked at one of Rafayel’s works, a man approached you with a slight shoulder nudge. 

“Beautiful piece, huh?” The man said. He was undoubtedly attractive, but he gave off a vibe that he only came to art shows to flirt. “I came here to look at some good pieces for my penthouse, but I didn’t know I’d come across a person I’d rather pin up my wall.” He slurred slightly, sending a wink over at you that made you want to double over and puke.

“N-” You were about to say before a hand snaked around your waist. 

“Excuse me, the only artworks for purchase are already specifically labelled. This one’s off limits.” Rafayel’s stern voice, which he rarely used, cut through the uncomfortable atmosphere. And then without waiting for a response, he whisked you around and had you walk with him the other direction. “Tsk…every time I’ve worked with that other guy…his enthusiasts are always such horndogs. Thomas usually handles anyone getting at me…but I can’t stand seeing those boys act towards you.” He takes you to the edge of the venue and then lets go of your waist, spinning you to face him. He looked like was examining you, making you blush.

“Thanks for saving me and all, but what are you doing now?” You sheepishly asked.

“Checking if someone accidentally put one of the ‘art for sale’ signs on you.” He smirked up at you playfully. 

You bashfully pushed him away by his shoulder, unable to keep the bubble of laughter from leaving you. “Don’t you have more people to entertain, Mister Rafayel?” You asked, mocking the way the reporters refer to him. 

He shook his head and brought his hand up to his eyes to feign exhaustion, “Pretend you’re drunk so we can go home, I’m tired.”

Before you could plan or refuse, he grabs your head and pushes you into his shoulder, making you lose your step in your heels and put all your weight into his grasp. He gracefully holds you up while keeping your face tucked into his chest. “Woah there…maybe too much champagne. Sorry, can you let everyone know I have to go? My partner’s drunk. I had a great time, thank you. Let my manager Thomas know if I need to do anything else, yeah?” All of a sudden he grabs your arm to put around his neck and his other hand hooks under your legs, carrying you bridal style.

“Y-you!” You hissed under your breath while your head was near his ear.

Rafayel started walking towards the exit, ignoring the flashing cameras. “I’d rather carry you like this, if I give you a piggyback ride, I’d feel like a sea turtle.” He mumbled. 

Soon the night air pricked at your bare legs and arms, making you hold onto his neck tighter. It wasn’t long before he lowered himself to bring you back to your feet in front of his car. You hoped your hair covered how hot your ears felt. “You called me your partner.” You said.

“Uh-huh.” He nodded, cocking his head with slight confusion.

“People might take that differently.” You slowly explained, tiptoeing around the topic.

“Let them think what they want. Is that such a bad rumor anyways?” He removed his jacket before placing it on your shoulders. “Get in, we have an early morning. Just stay at my place to avoid the trip.” He opened the door for you to get in, which he rarely did.

“Since when were you such a gentleman, Raf?” You asked, raising your eyebrow up at him as you stepped into the car.

“Enjoy it while you can, cutie.” He said, looking around. “Seeing that man flirt with you at MY art show really ticked me off. I hope he can see who you’re going home with.” He muttered the last sentence for the wind to carry away, yet it still reached your ears, turning them redder. He shut the door and you were met with silence.

For a few seconds, all you could hear was your heartbeat. You replayed the night and wondered if the glances he stole at you that you dismissed as your imagination was real. It would make sense as to how he was so quickly at your side. You wanted to pray to any god out there to make him confess, but you refrained just in case it reached the particular sea god’s ears somehow.

He finally entered the car after a few moments and put his seatbelt on before starting the engine. “Did you enjoy the show or were you too busy looking at me to notice the pieces?” He asked mockingly with a smirk.

You scoffed, “Says the one who was looking right back at me every time.” You didn’t bother denying it since you were already caught, but you moved your hair to cover your ears and as much of your cheeks as you could. 

The roar of the engine cut through your embarrassment as the car started and he chuckled. “I admit defeat.” He said as he haphazardly weaved through the cars on the street. “I find it hard not to, even if I try. And I have tried.” 

His words made your heart do jumping jacks. 

“As mad as I am at that guy hitting on you, I don’t blame him. You look beautiful.” He flashed a grin at you. “Of course, I helped but potato potato.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes to ignore the way you wanted to grab the wheel to pull it over so you could jump him right then and there. “You’re not so bad yourself, fishie.” 

“Puh-lease, you know I’m handsome. We make a perfect pair. Next show, I’m keeping you looped around my arm like we’re two sea otters.” Rafayel declared.

“You like me or something, Raf?” You blurted out.

“And I thought I was the one losing my eyesight.” He scoffed, poking at your forehead. “Maybe I should take you with me to my next check-up too, huh Miss Bodyguard.”

You grumbled at how indirect he was in answering you, yet you were still baffled by your own question. The rest of the car ride was quiet minus him humming a familiar melody. You expected it to be awkward, but it was a comfortable silence. 

He pulled into the driveway of his villa and exited his car swiftly. You were about to exit yourself, but the moment you opened the door, it slammed back shut. You squinted through the tinted glass to see it was Raf. Not a moment later, he opened it dramatically, even bowing at you. “Might as well finish the night being a gentleman, too, right?” He suppressed a laugh.

“I don’t know what you want, Raf, but you’re not getting out of that early meeting with your investors tomorrow.” You stepped out of the car, your hand reaching out the side of the door to help yourself up until it was grabbed by one of his hands. Your eyes widened as he gripped on you softly, helping you out. “O-oh, thanks.”

“I’m afraid that if I don’t hold on to you, you’ll stumble and fall onto the concrete. I don’t exactly have the medical skills to take care of that, right now.” Raf teased you.

You shut the door behind you and then let go of his hand, giving him a sarcastic laugh. And then just like he predicted, your heel got caught in between one of the crevices of the mixed stone pathways, making you fall sideways. 

He easily caught you with a soft grunt. “Wouldn’t you say I’m an outstanding citizen? I’ve saved you twice already, tonight. I told you before that taking a break won’t mean the world ends, right? You got your best-looking-partner, right here.” He smugly said, looking down at you. For the second time also, he swooped down to pick you up, earning a yelp from you.

“You’re getting too bold tonight, holding me like this, little fishie.” You mumbled, clinging tightly onto him. “It feels like you’re making me into your bride or something.”

His face lost the confident smugness he’d been showing the entire night for a split second before turning soft, as if your sentence had taken him aback. “Just making sure you make it back to bed safe, cutie. You’re a magnet for trouble.” 

You huffed, letting him carry you into the house and then into the room you were staying in. He gently sat you down onto the bed before kneeling down to remove your heels. “H-hey, you don’t have to-”

“Hush, you always said I don’t care about people around me. I’ll care about the people around me from now on. Starting with you.” He said, looking up at you through his lashes, a small smirk on his lips. 

You leaned back on the bed, propping yourself up with your hands behind you. You cocked your head at him, “So you’ll carry other people into their room and take their shoes off for them too?”

Raf got back on his feet and then placed a hand by your legs on the bed, leaning down. And then he brought his other hand beside your waist, fully placing his weight down, making the mattress dip. He climbed over you, making you drop down to your elbows and then fully on your back. He brought one of his knees up to the edge of the mattress, making him almost straddle you. His face was close to yours, his cologne was wearing off where you could almost smell the sea breeze come off of him. “Just you, if you let me.” He said near your ear, making you hitch your breath. His face inched down closer to you and you instinctively and excitedly fluttered your eyes shut, and then you heard a click above you. 

Your eyes shot up and looked up to see he turned the lights on. He had a wide grin on his face, fully aware that he was teasing you. “You…”

“It was dark in here, thought I would turn the lights on so you didn’t trip on your way to the ba-” He mocked until you interrupted him.

“You’re such a tease, Raf.” You hissed before grabbing him by the front of his dress shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. 

He stilled for a moment from shock before kissing you back with more fervor. A soft moan left both of your lips at the same time as he angled his head to kiss you deeper, pushing his tongue into your mouth, which you welcomed instantly. He kept one hand beside your head while the other went down to your waist, gripping you tightly. 

Your hand went from gripping his shirt to having your arms looping around his neck, pushing him further down to you. Your stomach felt warm and your heart was beating out of your chest. And then you tried to pull his jacket off, but then he pulled away. Breathless, you furrowed your brows. “R-Raf?”

He got back up, his knee still on the mattress and his other leg in between your legs. His chest moved up and down, heaving. His face red, his ears a deeper color. “I-I don’t know if I’d be able to stop if we keep going. And as much as I want to, cutie…I would really rather take you out and clear up our relationship first before anything.” There was an evident tent in his pants and you wanted to reach out and touch him, badly. 

You wanted to be angry, “You’re taking this gentleman role too far.” You pouted at him. The care he was taking made you like him even more, though. If anything, it made the heat that was pooling in your stomach even hotter, and it definitely made you wetter. 

Rafayel quickly hovered over you again, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before getting back up again. “Sleep well, I’ll see you in the morning.” He fully got off the bed and then left the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You flipped over and groaned into the mattress, hoping it muffled your frustration. Despite this, you lifted your face and rested your cheek onto the bed. You were still giddy that it basically meant that you would be together soon. No longer just his “bodyguard” but more. 

Yet your happiness didn’t last for too long because the frustration came back tenfold. You shot back up to change clothes. Your dress fell to the ground, and you removed your pretty underwear. You didn’t think you’d actually almost get lucky, but you were always hopeful when you wore something pretty. You slipped on a new comfortable pair of panties and shorts with a tank top. You kept getting flashbacks to him kissing you as you washed your face, making you blush. You looked into the mirror, noticing a slight bruise on your lip. You eyed the perfume bottles on the bathroom counter and found an unmarked bottle with a mermaid tail logo and couldn’t recall where it was from. 

There was an attempt at a small spritz, but the nozzle was more sensitive than you thought and it sprayed almost your whole arm. One whiff of the scent with notes of bitter plants and you remembered. It was the perfume that made Rafayel act like a cat reacting to catnip. You tried washing it off with water, but it stuck to your skin. You ended up giving up because you doubted you were going to see him at all for the rest of the night.

As you walked back to bed, your foot hit a paper bag under your bed. The sex toys. You picked it up and grabbed a random package. You were too sexually pent up to even think clearly, you were desperate for something inside of you. Luckily you pulled out a vibrating egg. It was covered in Raf’s art print, feeling slightly embarrassed that his merch was going to be inside of you, basically. The silicone had unusual grooves and it had a small rubber tail to pull it out. You had never used one before just because you already had a hard time pulling a tampon out on the rare occasion that you actually used one, so you were sure you would have hell with these types as well. You scoured the bag for other toys, but this seemed to be the quietest one. You tossed your fears to the side as your horniness levels increased by the second. 

You hopped into bed, impatient enough as is and instantly shoved a hand down your shorts to relieve any aching. It felt like your heartbeat had moved south as your clit continuously pulsed. The moment your fingers went in between your folds, you were instantly relieved of some pressure, yet it wasn’t enough. You stroked yourself underneath your shorts and underwear, chasing for the release that could have been easier if it was someone else’s hands. His face that looked desperate to kiss you more flashed in your mind, making you moan softly as you closed your eyes tightly. You thought that maybe the tighter they were shut, the clearer the image of Raf would show up in your mind. Your hips moved against your fingers, the tips teasing your own entrance. It was a move that was too tiring for you and it never felt enough, but you still tried, inserting two fingers at once, you clenched your teeth to bite back a moan. It was hot and wet, you pulsed around your own fingers, the muscles clamping down tightly. A few minutes of that, and you were nowhere near close to an orgasm, you were much closer to exhaustion. You yanked your fingers out of your shorts and grabbed the toy. 

The artistically colored egg was probably the width of two or three of your fingers, and it wasn’t too long either. You pushed your shorts and underwear to the side with one hand whilst the other inserted the egg. It slipped in easily as you were basically dripping. You couldn’t help but moan softly as it entered you, a stretch you desperately needed. You moved it in and out of you, and it was close to what you actually needed. You wondered how big Rafayel was. You pursed your lips as you thought of the bulge in his pants. As you continued to work the toy in and out of you, you imagined it was him, but it was too small. You kept delaying putting it fully inside of you, but you couldn’t take it anymore. You let yourself finally swallow it fully and let go. You tested the rubber tail, and when you could still move it, you let go and grabbed the remote. You ripped the plastic stopper that separated the battery from the metal with your teeth and then scrambled for the on-button.

The hum was low, but it felt nice. You increased it slowly and played with the modes. You finally found one that you could easily intertwine with your imagination. A steady beat that switched from an intense vibration, to a low vibration. You tossed the remote somewhere and reached down to push it in deeper, making sure the heart at the end of the rubber tail was still hanging out of you. And then you turned over, pushing your ass into the air, imagining that he was the one causing the pulsing inside of you. You reached down with the one hand that wasn’t too busy gripping onto the sheets and played with your clit through the fabric of your shorts. 

“Fuck…please…right there.” You breathed out, turning your head into the pillow to muffle your moans. Your image of Raf grew clearer and clearer, the pressure in your lower stomach grew hotter and hotter, and the circles you rubbed grew faster and faster. And then you came. You were sure your light gray shorts were now dark and soaked. Your hand shot out from underneath you, gripping the pillow you were moaning into. Your ass moved back and forth in the air, pressing against the phantom image of Raf in your mind, riding out your orgasm. 

Once you finished, you wanted to take a breather so you reached for the remote. The remote that wasn’t besides you anymore as you tossed it without care earlier. “Shit.” The thing was still pulsing inside of you, making you twitch into a sensitive mess. You grunted, rolling onto your back. You pushed your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then you reached down to grab onto the rubber tail with a little heart. It was slippery with your own slick, and it was hard to grab onto. Your fear of it getting stuck came back as you panicked, trying to grasp onto it and couldn’t. 

You tried for a few more minutes, and then you gave up. You looked around the bed and then under the bed, but the remote seemed to have vanished in thin air. You tossed out any ounce of shame that you had out the window of his beautiful villa with the view of the beach. You got up on your feet and walked. You walked out of your room and walked down the hallway, gripping the walls as you did so to maintain balance. You did your best to ignore the buzzing inside of you, the twitches it did as it pulsed against your soft spot. Your bottom lip was surely bleeding a bit from how hard you were biting back moans. You knocked at his room, desperate. “R-Raf…” You called out, your voice breaking, praying he was still awake. 

A few moments passed of you keeping every noise in. The buzzing grew louder in your ears as it kept moving inside of you. And then his door swung open. He was flushed,  sweating, and out of breath. And most importantly, shirtless. “Y-yeah? Woah…what’s up with you?” He asked, grabbing onto your elbow as you almost sank down to your knees at the sight.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “We were up to the same activity- ngh…” You looked up at him with pleading eyes yet a smirk splayed on your face, “Did you at least wipe your hand before opening the door?” You wanted to keep teasing him, but the concern on his face coupled with his shirtless sweaty body made you squeeze your thighs together on instinct, pushing the vibrator up in you, pressing against the sweet spot again. “Shit…” You fully sank down to the floor, making Raf squat down to meet you. You looked down at the marble flooring, your hand was the only thing keeping you up as he kept a hold on your elbow. You were sure the buzzing was evident now as you were against the floor. “Your best friend, the artist…he gave me- ahh…practically a PR bag full of the sex toys from the event.” You said, trying to keep in your moans, but you were giving up. “You left me hanging, Raf…now it’s stuck inside me…angh…can’t find the remote…help…me.”

He scoffed, standing back up, dropping your elbow. “I’m using my own hand thinking about you, but you were in your room, in MY house, using toys gifted to you by another man?” He crossed his arms across his bare chest, looking down at you, a mock laughter came out. “Just because I wanted to be a gentleman after you were always calling me out to be childish?”

You forced out a laugh, “I’m asking you for help, and you’re mad I’m using a toy from YOUR exhibit? Agh…fuck. Can’t you get mad after you-” You gasped as you tightened around the egg again, and another orgasm washed over you, against your will. “Fuck…me…” You shook on the floor, the aftershocks hitting you harder than before. And then suddenly you’re in the air, in his arms.

“Fine.” He muttered, carrying you into his room, slamming his door shut with his foot as he took you to his bed. The air was thick and warm.

“Hah…what are y-” You tried to ask before his arm pushed against your bottom as he walked, making it feel like the egg was pressed further into you. 

“Your shorts are soaking wet…fuck. Someone’s intentions are as clear as day.” He said before plopping you down onto the bed. 

The impact made the toy move inside of you, having you arch your back the moment you’re laid flat. Your fingers raked through your sweaty hair as you heaved and groaned. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

You didn’t understand what bedroom eyes meant, but when you saw him, you suddenly knew. And with how special he was, they seemed to even glow. He sniffed the air. “It’s that perfume again…you should’ve thrown it away.” He hissed, grabbing your hand to pull you up. You held your weight up with your free hand as he brought your other one to his face, smelling the inside of your wrist. “I knew it…you’re using this to seduce me again.” He closed his eyes, peppering kisses on your arm. “But…the perfume’s fragrance and your scent have blended together. It smells like,” he paused to look at you, “...an invitation.” 

You chewed on your lip as you watched him unravel underneath your palm. The vibrations were still ripping through you, but the desire for him to replace the toy took over just enough. 

“You’re so impatient. Is this how they train Linkon Hunters?” Rafayel dropped your wrist. “Tell me you want me, and I’ll forgive you for using that man’s creation instead of waiting for me.”

“Please, Rafa- ngh. I want…you.” You breathed out and he instantly grabbed you by the back of your neck and into a kiss. A bruising kiss that was more heated than the one you pulled him into earlier. His other hand roamed down to your shorts, aiming to pull it off, and you helped him, instantly slipping it off. 

Rafayel pulled away slightly, still close enough for you to feel his breath. He studied your face before leaning back in with a moan, your tongues tangling with each other. And then his hand was on your heat. His fingers were cool in comparison with your warmed slick, and you whined into his lips. Two fingers teased up and down your folds before you felt him move the rubber tail around. Against your lips, he mumbled, “I’m taking this out.” His fingers slipped in with ease, “God, you’re so wet, I could drown in you…tsk.” He rested his forehead on yours as he looked down to where his fingers were inside of you.

You moved to the side to lay your head on his shoulder, one of your hands clutching onto the arm touching you. “Please…I want you instead.”

“You’re gripping onto it too tight…lie down.” You did as he said, trying not to buck your hips into his fingers. He placed his other hand right below your belly button. 

“You’re cold…” You muttered before arching into another moan.

“And you’re warm, I like that…so wet and tight. Couldn’t you have just begged me to stay instead of driving me insane like this? It’s like you want me to follow the ‘tortured artist’ path.” He muttered through gritted teeth. “Calm down.” He commanded, a slight glow emitted from his eyes.

You breathed deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself. His fingers moving inside of you along with the pulsing toy made it nearly impossible. Yet, you tried your best.

“You’re doing good…my good girl. Oh, fuck…you just got tight again.” You heard the smile from his voice as he spoke.

You just couldn’t see it because another orgasm ripped through you like a freight train.

“Holy fuck, you’re gushing all over my fingers. Did you like that? When I called you that? You…humans are so…easy to please. Or is it just you?” He darkly chuckled, his other hand rubbed on your stomach, attempting to get you to calm down. And after a few moments, “Finally…” He said before pulling out the toy and his fingers with a stretch that made you whine. “Got it.”

You snapped your eyes open and sighed out of relief as you were finally empty. It still felt like something was still vibrating, residuals after the long time it’s been inside of you. You watched Raf look at the toy with such distaste before he stretched his arm out, making eye contact with you.

He used his evol and the toy burst into flames, disappearing into dust in the air. “Do you wanna see which can make you cum more? Me or that toy?”

You nodded instantly, profusely. “Please?”

He stood back up and pulled his pants down. Your questions were finally answered. He was thick and long. It looked heavy, and you wanted so bad to carry it for him…inside of you. His cock was hard, flushed red at the tip. It almost sparkled in the moonlight from how wet it looked, sweaty and sticky with his past actions. “You like it? It’s all your doing.”

Your mouth nearly watered as you watched him straddle you again, the mattress dipping at his weight at the end. You reached out, your fingers encompassing the tip, earning a groan from him. “Did you make yourself cum earlier?” 

He hissed, holding your wrist. “Someone interrupted me and showed up a wet mess at my door.” 

You had no embarrassment left in you, but his mocking made you blush. “Guess I have to help you now. Put it in…please? I-” You thought about your next words, but you trusted him. And you wanted to feel every inch of him. “I don’t need a condom…”

“Fuck…” He dropped over you, catching himself with his forearms by your head. “Begging or running away won’t help at this point, are you sure?”

Instead of answering, you grabbed his face into a kiss and while you two were latched at the lips, one hand dragged down to his cock, stroking it slightly. You lifted your hips, your legs hooking atop each of his thighs to spread yourself open. You worked up and down his cock, your fingers barely wrapping around it. You swallowed each moan of his as you dragged the tip up and down your folds, trembling. Each touch at your clit sent electronic currents up your body. Then you lined him up to your entrance. Pulling away, you said, “Make me yours…”

Rafayel slowly pushed his hips forward into you. His tip spread you open and you bucked your hips on accident, taking him even further in. You moaned in sync with him. His head dropped down to your neck as he placed kisses, sucking and nibbling on the skin of which he landed on. “Fffuuck…” He dragged out the curse under his breath as he sheathed himself fully into you. 

You were breathing heavily, whimpering and moaning at the stretch of him along with the feeling of him on your neck. You were completely fucked out and he had just put it in.

“You’re like a blank canvas…and I want to leave my mark everywhere.” He said before placing more kisses. Muttering the words ‘here’ between each sucked mark. He still wasn’t moving fully, just slowly grinding on you. His pubic bone stimulated your clit, earning small cries to spill from your lips. “You feel so good…Real. And warm. It’s like I’m being enveloped in a pool of water.” His free hand kneaded your breast, his thumb and index teasing the erect nipple every now and then, making you arch your back into him.

One more movement against your clit, and another roll of your nipple between his fingers, and you already came with a cry. Your walls fluttered around his cock and you felt yourself gush all over it. You were sure your nails left a mark on his back as you held on for life, as you convulsed underneath him. “Wanted- ahh! Wanted you so bad, Raf. So long. Can’t even…keep it together. Needed this. Needed you.” You prattled, your head feeling full of arousal and nothing else. “Feels so good, your touch…hands…cock inside me. Need more, please?”

Raf chuckled, pulling out enough just to leave the tip in. “I barely did anything and you’re already a mess for me.”

You nodded, unable to think. “Want you to cum inside me, Raf. Make me yours.” You pleaded up at him with your eyes, whining.

“Getting straigh to the point, huh…” And then he slammed into you with a loud groan and a curse. “I’ll give you what you want.” He pulled back again before slamming into you, the loud slap of his hips almost covered up the loud squelch of your pussy from how wet you were. “I willingly surrender myself to you.” 

He drilled into you, making you mewl and moan constantly. Your mouth felt like it was going dry from having it hang open the entire time, unable to make a word. You lost count of how many times you came, whether it was one big and long orgasm or multiple ones. 

“You feel so good…that guy earlier is missing out. He’ll never know how good and pliant you are…because this masterpiece is just for me. Made for me.” He grabbed onto your boob, as if it was a handle to your body to keep you close to him. “Say my name, cutie. I need to know I’m the one who makes you feel this way.”

“Ra- ngh…fa…yel!” You managed to push out in between each thrust. The loud lewd wet sounds were getting louder and louder, and so were the grunts and moans from the two of you.

“Yeah…fuck! Me. Take it. All of me. I’m marking you everywhere. Outside…and in. I’m cumming.” He hissed. His thrusts turned sloppier and sloppier.

And then you felt him, a hot liquid filling you up that made you cum all over again. 

Yet he didn’t stop moving. His stamina seemed endless and he seemed insatiable. “Hah…still need to make sure that you won’t use another toy…gotta make sure nothing will ever satisfy you like me, again. You’re mine.” He declared. “I want to savor this moment."

[t34-mt]

do you have a comparison chart for the size differences between the species? im curious about the average size differences between them, and maybe some of how that might effect them socially or culturally? since you said somewhere that many modern buildings are usually made to accommodate for all sizes

Text posted in july 2025

I do have one! The height conversion in feet may be off since it isn't a metric I use.

When I say buildings accommodate both, it's not a worldwide thing yet. Species cohabitation between mierthri and kyhuines have a longer history as they share connected biomes where contact was established earlier on. So kyhuine and mierthri settelment and homes having spaces for both is an older concept, thus more spread out. Kyhuine homes, in the inland south near the biome mierthri originate from, have more perching porches, landing platforms for mierthri to land on and glide to another. The home often has what would be translated as "Harpy/angel's window", a platorm over the main entrance of the house with a little circular window that can be opened. Miethri lands there and opens it to enter the house, the little visitor. Homes are very often a generational thing across cultures, especially in kyhuines, considering how their family structure and social groups are formed with around 20-100 members. They're homes where you live and die in, and they find it more convenient as it keeps the younger generation in the same place as the elders. These homes will often not be rebuild because a new family member is a maanul and cannot fit in the, for example, mierthri home. But homes can be expanded, and things can be built for the newcomer in the family if they're able to do so. If not, they will live separately but nearby. In the case of the smaller sophonts living in maanul's home, they fit in obviously, but will need special furniture to make their lives easier in those environments. In cultures where people are expected to leave their homes once in their adulthood, or when married in, then homes can be built to accommodate the three more easily. Although sometimes they will just be built like the older homes with few changes, it depends on the population. A colony that only has kyhuines and barely has a maanul pass by will not have its homes revolve around accommodation. if you wish to invite them over as a kyhuine for tea, or mierthri in this image specifically, you'll have to take out the table and seat outsides.

Most commonly, what people have is furniture to accommodate others. Like a seat, but it mostly revolves around dishes, as it is more convenient to acquire. In maanul's, people will re-use furniture destined to younger family members if they have someone of the other species coming in. Tho when the furniture has childish patterns, it can feel insulting for the other party. But forgiven for places where they're isn't a high population of kyhuine/ mierthri to begin with. In high mixed areas, furniture for the other would be seen as a universal thing to have, so it can be intentional to give the bowl destined to a toddler to the invited if you wish to disrespect them. Food is used as a welcoming gift there, and can be reduced in size as an insult too. A wealthy kyhuine inviting a maanul in, who can give them a plate and portion adequate to their size because they have the resources, but chooses against it, is a sign of disrespect. Kaar'kchir love having many ways to tell someone they are not welcome without using spoken or written words. Preparing meals for an invited guest requires knowing their diet. There is widely known safe food around, but getting more specific with whatyou wish to cook would require deeper knowledge on what the other can eat and digest well. Again, for kaar'kchir it is seen as rude to ask what the person cannot have, as people deem you are to know it all in advance. Each eats differently sized portion, for the sister cities people get portions that correspond to their species' requirement. But in the northeastern coasts, Puy'ul, a maanul is to give an invited of the opposite species, something as large as what they would have even if the person is incapable of eating it all. The gesture itself is wishing prosperity for the invited. For the opposite, a maanul invited to a kyhuine home will have as much food as they require, but the kyhuines will also have the same portion as the maanul. Again same significance. Keep in mind that this isn't something the average person is usually able to present. This is a more common gesture in regions where there isn't social insecurity and food scarcity going on too. For somewhere like in Juan region, western coasts, that is currently undergoing wars where civilians may go through famines and have their overall food be cut in half, they cannot afford to give someone a large meal. Thus, a maanul getting a small portion when invited in will not be seen as insulting in these situations. Regions where the culture used to be to give as much as possible, that are now going through food scarcity, have their culture changes to just give the minimum, without anyone making an announcement about it, the rules shift quietly in the common people. When food was scares but became abundant, the rules changed to serving plenty for celebrating the current prosperity. Ect.

in Kaar'kchir, in districts that were built once maanuls were in the picture, the buildings are large enough to fit in all three species. they may still be a bit cramped for maanuls sometimes, especially older ones. As kyhuine constructors who didn't have maanuls supervising the plans, they underestimated how large the spaces should be. But they can still enter them at least somewhat easily, at worse they may need to squeeze in some turns. Traditional maanul homes are very large, someone used to living in one and visiting their cousins in kaar'kchir may not enjoy the smaller given spaces. Maanuls who are used to it find it normal, and for kyhuines they enjoy cramped areas, mierthris usually resides in homes built on top of maanul and kyhuines for their needs and access to open spaces whenever.

But Kaar'kchir is old, and other old inland metropolises sometimes do not have pathways for mierthris or maanuls in the old districts of it, as kaar'kchir itself was a kyhuine settlement that expanded until centuries later it became what it now is. For mierthris in those districts, they instead climb onto people and jump from a person's back to another if they desire to travel around. As walking in the common street would get them pushed around if not accidentally hurt by being stepped on. Maanuls simply cannot go in the tight old streets, there may be recent tunnels made for them to pass by though. Kaar'kchir wishes not to change the older district much for historical preservations, even if it means making parts of it non-accesible to 2 species. Civils will modify places completely in response, losing some historical parts that could be preserved, but still fit for every sophont. This is a topic people love to discuss, sometimes argue about in a literal public discussion, a bunch of people debating at the fountain, where anyone can join in or watch the topic of the day. Metropolis will require a permit for people to start building, but the paperwork is sometimes intentionally confusing if you're not familiar with how it is there. It takes so long that many will just do it without one, because if they apply, they might not even be guaranteed a yes. Civils will turn a blind eye and pretend nothing is happening when seeing someone build something for their own specie's comfort. Snitching would make you an asshole to the neighborhood. Usually, its mierthri will expand homes onto other sophonts' walls and roofs. People live on top of each other in cities. Pathways exclusive to mierthris are built by mierthris wanting a faster, safer way to a destination. Again, built on peoples rooftop, sometimes its with their accord or not. They use scrap materials for it. Some routes get "owned" by certain families or group of people as they were the one to build it. Tho sometimes people will fight over ownership, or have several owners. The so-called "path owners" may charge people a small fee before they can pass through. Usually a coin, or three. Most scandalous prices range from 5 Kamas to asking for a sugar cube. Sugar is a type of currency among civilians because of its production cost. Children and teenagers claiming they own a path may ask for silly prices, usually, a snack from the nearby granny appeases them to stop.

The size difference does impact some people's view on one another, like how infantilization is common towards mierthris. Inconsiderate people are getting the idea that you can just pick and grab them because of how small they are, without asking to do so first. This behavior is more common than one might think. People don't usually recognise themselves in "grabbing a mierhtir" type of guy, but it's because it is the extreme form of it. They will subconsciously walk over mierthri's boundaries in subtle ways, it isn't done maliciously, but it is still an issue to correct people about.

There is the idea that their small size doesn't have to be accommodated to as much because they can just figure it out themselves, "if they can fit in every space, then they can manage the rest fine," sort of deal. Yes, they will find a way to, because they're pushed to build things intended for their comfort in places that didn't think of them being included in the picture. They get the image of stoic people who work through it all, that they're not that bothered by something not made for them, because you always see them make it through without asking people anyway.

I think this post is long as it is, i yapped about things here and there and went off rails. much of the focus was on mierthris for today but i will sprinkle out how the others are impacted by their height socially in other posts. Thank you for reading!

[darlingdaisyfarm]

First of all, Loveeeeee your work SO MUCH!! Your works are so comforting to me. Your writing is phenomenal every time. I’m not even really a Stan girlie (Ford girlie for life) but I still read your stuff with Stan because it’s too dang good to skip.

✨ANYWAY: I loved your Stan and Ford reacting to reader getting hurt post. I was curious if you had any thoughts on how they would react to you getting hurt specifically during an *intimate* situation if you will. ✨

Once again, LOVE your work! Don’t feel obligated to answer this if you’re feeling too stressed or overwhelmed at the moment 😌 take care of yourself above all else

𐔌 . how Stan & Ford react when you use your safeword or get hurt during intimacy .ᐟ ₊ ꒱

a/n: idk if it’s the universe or what, but literally right after finishing my last hcs i had this little thought like “hmm what would Stan & Ford do if you used your safeword??” and THEN. i kid you not. i got TWO asks about it!!! i have some mental connection with you people or what?? you are literally reading my mind!! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETHEART, FOR UR KIND WORDS. im so so happy u like my stuff<333 uve lifted my spirits so much rn <33

another ask said: How would stan and Ford react to their so getting hurt during sex? Nothing serious maybe they bump their head in the headboard of the bed or smth lol

STANLEY

♡ oh damn. Stan knows he’s big, and he knows he gets carried away, especially when you ask for it. when you say “harder” he takes it personally. that man pounds you non stop if u let him

♡ you flinch just a little, and he sees it. and it hits him like a brick wall. he was doing so good, he was so into it, he thought he was making you feel good and now you’re wincing and it’s like the floor drops out

♡ the instant the safe word leaves your mouth, no matter how turned on and panting and deep he is inside you, he freezes, “whoa, whoa. sweetheart, sweetheart, hey” his voice would change in a heartbeat. hoarse and full of fear. he’s yanking back, sliding out so fast it’s a little messy, grabbing you like you’re made of glass

♡ next thing you feel is how both hands of his are cradling your face, one sliding over your back protectively, his thumb stroking your temple. you’d feel how hard his heart’s slamming in his chest because it scares the shit out of him that he could’ve pushed you too far. “you’re okay. you’re okay. fuck, i’m sorry. talk to me, honey, please, i’m right here, ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Stanley would not care if he was still hard or close. nothing. all of him would go into comforting you, wrapping you up in his big arms, rocking you side to side a little, kissing your forehead over and over

♡ later when you're calmer he’d probably be like ”shit, got carried away, didn’t i? fuckin’ old dog like me shoulda known better.”

♡ but he's also MEGA PROUD OF YOU. making sure you feel safe, adored, and so, so good for knowing WHEN to use your safeword.

♡ “you did perfect, sweet thing,” he’d murmur against your temple, “you tell me anytime it’s too much, okay? that's good, good. that’s my smart, fuckin’ perfect baby.” while stroking ur hair <3333

♡ if you're hurt from him reaching too deep (we all know he will) and you whimper like “too deep, Stan, c-cant. your too big” HIS FIRST REACTION IS FEAR. “oh SHIT, baby. did i hurt you?? fuck fuck, we’re stoppin’. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to” he physically recoils from you. freezes up with this overwhelming rush of horror and guilt, eyes huge like a kicked puppy. cupping your cheek with his hand still warm from where it was on your hip a second ago

♡ but also. . . if you go “it just went too deep, hurt for a sec, baby, please continue” and give him a half-lidded look through your lashes??? OH THAT OLD MAN WILL BE DOWN BAD!!! he’s like “wait. you’re tellin’ me i got that far in you? i’m that big?” and you’ve created a MONSTER. he goes from worried boyfriend to puffed-up cocky perv in five seconds!!

♡ uhhh will later brag about how he “tapped that cervix by accident” but still, next time he’s gentler. slows down and watches your face more. asks “this okay? this angle better?” every couple minutes. he learns and listens. he’s rough only if you want it <3 Stan is obsessed with making you feel safe

♡ sometimes you end up squashed under his full chest when he gets overexcited. just absolutely buried in chest hair, gold chain, his weight. and when you squirm, groaning, “babe, air, i can’t breathe,” he yanks back, mortified.

“m’sorry! i’m crushin ya, huh?” and then starts kissing your face all over like you’re a lil pancake he flattened <3

♡ but Stan can also go too fast and you get overwhelmed, so suddenly you’re a little dizzy, overstimmed. he probably notices it not by the sounds but by your grip, when your fingers curl too tight on his shoulder, or your thighs twitch too sharp. he knows and stops, breathing ragged, and Stan just presses his forehead to yours. “you need a break? talk to me, baby. don’t try to take more than you wanna.” his voice is gutted, yeah, he feels guilty even though you begged him to go harder in the first place

♡ but then he rubs your clit real slow instead <33 fingers soft and gentle, praising you, kissing your shoulders and neck, “lemme getcha there without makin’ it worse, ‘kay?”

♡ when his back gives out mid-thrust, he just pauses, winces, and goes “okay hang on. hang on. fuck. my back.” honestly he gets so vulnerable and cute that way, you can't help but giggle softly. “don’t laugh at me,” he murmurs, still inside you, trying to twist his hips, searching for the least painful position. “do you need to stop?” you ask. “what? no, absolutely not,” he grunts, rolling his shoulders although his face obviously speaks otherwise. “i just need a second. maybe a pillow. and a painkiller. and a heating pad. and— don't look at me like that, i’m still hot.” you kiss his forehead and tell him he’s the hottest man alive <333

♡ aaaahhhhg im going insane i CANT I NEED TO GET THIS MAN PREGNANT. JUST IMAGINE your getting railed like it’s the last night before the world ends. and it always starts in missionary so his gold chain keeps dangling in your face. it’s hitting your chest, sliding against your neck, catching in the sweat between your collarbones. Stanley doesn't wanna stop but he pauses, noticing this thing causes you trouble. “shit, babe, lemme take this off” and your hands are already on his chest like “no. don’t. it’s hot. keep it on.” that makes Stan grin. “yeah? y’like that?” so it’s a little tangled now. doesn’t matter. you damn love it because he looks even hotter like that. the gold flashes every time he moves, and you’re thinking about it for days. the chain’s choking him more than it is you but he’s too deep in it to care

♡ and when you bump your head on the headboard, Stan absolutely hears the bonk 😭 “what the—? sweetheart, y’alright?” honestly your not, but you're too horny to care. you’re seeing stars but trying to wave it off, and Stan’s like “nope. nuh-uh. i wanna be the one smacking my head, not you. i need your brain intact, ‘kay?” he guides you off gently and lies back instead, smiling at you. “get on top of me, gorgeous. ride me. no concussions this time.” you’re already climbing on, too cock drunk to care when he adds, “yeah, that’s it. take your time. safety first, baby”

STANFORD

♡ Ford is obsessed with feedback and you may not notice it but he keeps eye contact on you, even when your own eyes are closed. so if you're shifting your legs slightly? data. your breathing quickening? important. a stuttered whine? log it. that's cuz hes constantly analysing how you’re taking him because he’s so scared of going too far

♡ so when you gasp too sharply or your body jerks away, he panics. “w-wait, what was that? did i hurt you? please be honest. was it the angle? did i overstretch you?”

♡ imagine accidentally getting his glasses knocked crooked or smashing your forehead into his chin during a particularly frenzied thrust :(( he'll get so flustered and embarrassed. “i-it’s fine. i didn’t need to see that clearly anyway!”

♡ but i also think he's so attuned to you that honestly? he might notice something’s wrong even before you say it. but the second he hears the safeword, he’s pulling out, “darling! i’m stopping, i’m stopping“ his hands immediately go to your face, your shoulders, trying to touch you everywhere at once to calm you

♡ will check on you. like visibly scan your body with his hands and eyes probably saying something as “i’m checking for swelling. you feel tender here? here? what about this side?”

you’re like “Ford it’s okay i’m fine” and he says “NO I MUST BE CERTAIN.”

♡ even during most passionate intense sex, once you whimper your safe word or say “stop” he’d immediately withdraw, whispering “i'm sorry, i'm stopping. you're safe, you're alright, my darling” and he'd tuck you into his arms, checking your face, brushing your hair out of your sweaty forehead, kissing your cheeks

♡ lowkey his cock is deep-reaching so there’s a real chance he’s unintentionally hit your cervix at the wrong angle once or twice. you yelp, making Ford get a full existential shutdown. he wont continue. will sit on the bed with his face in his hands like “what kind of animal am i. . . i promised myself i’d never be reckless with you. . . i lost control. . . im horrible. . .”

♡ “i hurt you. that’s not acceptable. please, guide me differently”

♡ always kisses your hands first. then your forehead. then he wraps you up in the blanket, tucking it all around you to keep you warm even though he’s sweating too, whispering, “it’s alright, sweetheart. you’re safe. i promise you, you're safe with me.”

♡ has definitely tried to apply pressure to your hips or thighs to help reposition you and ended up giving you a bruise :(( ouchh he feels so much guilt!! will leave a handwritten note to you later that says “i saw the mark. i’m so sorry. i’ll be gentler. i love you.” because he gets too shy or awkward to tell you it in real life

♡ and if we're talking about clumsy sex. . . hmmm. Ford has zero business being that hot and that stupid when it comes to lab safety during sex

♡ so when you’re half-stripped on his cluttered workbench, legs around his waist, moaning into his shoulder and there’s a glowing crystal under your ass or some quantum device two inches from your foot, you both don't give a fuck because well, you just want to fuck each other. or make love as how Ford calls it. but that's the problem because when you lean back and suddenly SCALDING HEAT— your palm lands on a freshly soldered piece of alien tech, you yelp.

♡ he freezes and stops moving, asking “what happened. what did you touch. where. tell me exactly which object it was. does it have residue? how hot? do you feel faint?” already running to the emergency first aid kit

♡ then Ford is already holding your hand under the faucet. “you got minor surface heat exposure. i’m sorry. i should’ve cleared the workspace”

♡ but he learns quick! for example, you scrape your leg on a weird lab corner or get a bruise on your hip from a bad angle?? next time he gently positions your limbs, holding you, while pressing inside, kissing your cheek, “does this feel aligned? what about now? no strain? optimal angle?” so yep <33 you get chart-level care. but also intense eye contact the whole time, Ford gets even more tender when you’ve been bruised. your pain makes him want to worship you twice as hard

♡ believe me, he takes this seriously. might even start reorganising the lab after you leave. his smart ass probably thinks of making a “safe sex zone” in the corner with blankets and lead-free surfaces. pervert

♡ sex in the forest while anomaly hunting? Ford finds it so damn hot. but you both forget its literally dangerous too. and not because of the anomalies or some dangerous animals. what's worse is when he presses you up against a tree and forgets it’s covered in sap :') now your back is sticky, your hair’s tangled in pine needles

♡ hes so into the outdoors you’re getting laid where deer nap. or maybe it's some suspiciously lumpy patch of earth? but the result is: you’re getting laid on the ground. everything is good and sexy until your bare knee finds a rock, making you wince, “ow. that’s- there’s a literal rock, Ford. hurts :(” AND FORD IMMEDIATELY GOES “my darling you’re about to be on my coat” he shrugs it off, spreads it beneath you with, gets leaves in his hair though. but stays so focused, whispering in your ear, “i’ll carry you back if you can’t walk” because he knows you can't walk straight for some time after he's done with u. but he says this while literally having twig scratches on his shoulderblades :')

♡ and about back pain. . . he will NOT admit he’s hurting, not a single word. but halfway through he starts going weirdly slow and unsure. knowing your man's age and health, you go “is your back okay?” and Ford tight-smiles, saying “everything’s fine” but it's not because then you move a little and he flinches. turns out he threw out a vertebrae ten minutes ago and was trying to “focus through the discomfort” so yeah. . . eventually collapses and goes “ow ow OW, darling, please get off get off im gonna pass out.”

♡ not gonna lie, but you also love to give him head when he's working in his lab, meanwhile you take him in ur mouth, being under his desk. and yeah, shit happens. you bump your poor head on the bottom of the desk. hard enough to make a dull thud sound and jolt his whole spine. Forc gasps. “are you alright?! my love, did you hit your skull? do you feel disoriented?!” his hands are suddenly in your hair, on your cheeks, checking your pupils. “i should’ve made a better clearance. why is this desk shaped like this, it’s unsafe!” he looks at you and thinks, ur poor thing. he should’ve thought this through. you’re too precious to be bonking your head down there. no more injuries under Ford's watch!!

♡ so next time, when you’re back between his legs, eyes locked on his face while your mouth drives him insane, his big hand slides down. Ford finds the exact spot you bumped your head last time and he keeps it there, resting on the crown of your head, fingers curving protectively around it, shielding you. “there. right here. good. safe.”

♡ if you bump your head on the wall / shelf / headboard, Ford instantly goes into guilt. “no no no, we’re stopping. ill never forgive myself if u bruise. i love that head. u use it for thinking” you’re dazed, naked and being wrapped in his coat while he mutters something about using a pillow. then kisses your temple. “im so sorry. i can, well, i can pleasure you with my mouth. that doesn’t involve blunt force trauma.”

[everwalldigan]

genuinely curious in comics (haven't gotten to jason as robin yet) why on earth is the narrative that jason as robin wasn't good enough, was an idiot and got himself killed because he didnt listen? i know the sheila was alive when bruce came so did she NOT tell him how she sold him out or did she tell him but bruce hid that knowledge?? im like so confused on why tf he'd allow that crap to be said about HIS SON?? i feel like im gonna get into reading jason comics and rip my hair out over every person that knew him being cunts to him and sucking ass AUGFHGHF

Short answer: disgusting classist stereotypes that have unfortunately plagued Jason for decades. The idea that only because he was a displaced child that was failed by the system, he would have become a criminal had Bruce not “saved” him by taking him in and making him Robin. This was proven as false more than once by showing that in alternate universes where Jason wasn’t taken in by Bruce, he was much better off (famously like in flashpoint timeline where he became a priest).

Long answer:

Okay this is gonna be LONG but let’s start at the scene of the crime: Batman #428

Misconception #1: Jason was an incompetent Robin.

No.

Misconception nr 2: he was violent, impulsive and hot-headed

No. He literally let his father’s killer walk away, he literally stopped Bruce from killing the joker during their last encounter with him before ditf.

Detective comics #570

Jason was a traumatised child that was displaying effects of emotional distress/neglect. His emotional needs were not met and were severely underestimated by Bruce. That’s what lead him to seek out his birth mother in the first place, he was just a traumatised child looking desperately for any emotional anchor that he could feel safe with. That’s also the reason why he was “acting out”, disobeying orders, making risks, which lead to Bruce benching him and taking away the emotional anchor they had (Robin). Jason felt safe in his connection to Bruce when he was Robin because Batman needed a Robin and couldn’t abandon Jason if he was Robin. Now that there’s a real chance it would be taken away, what’s stopping Bruce from throwing him out like he did Dick*? Jason had nowhere else to go. He didn’t have a superhero team like the other robins, he didn’t have anything tangible outside of Batman, really.

*Thats unfortunately the canon we have to deal with post crisis instead of the REASONABLE version of Dick growing out of Robin and passing on the mantle willingly THAT LITERALLY MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE IM GONNA KMS

A lot of the tragedies surrounding Bruce Wayne are in their core caused by miscommunication and misunderstandings.

Now to Bruce’s last conversation with Sheila. from her words alone you couldn’t really discern that she was the one that lied to Jason and lead him to the warehouse where the joker was waiting to beat him up and had a direct hand in Jason’s death.

I’ve been looking for a couple days for the very first instance of someone using that rhetoric for Jason but I couldn’t find it. It’s usually Alfred or Tim that are most likely to say something like “Jason got himself killed”. Tim in his very… charming… way to proclaim that he’s better than Jason in every way and that Bruce shouldn’t worry about him “getting himself killed” like Jason and Alfred in his very… Alfred… way to try to absolve Bruce of blame in Jason’s death by saying he would have died anyways and there was nothing they could do… as you see Jason is not exactly the best treated character both in and out of universe.

The most memorable instance of someone fully protesting smth like that being said about Jason and fully raging about it was this, when Dick damn near beat Daniel Chase cause he said “we knew this job was dangerous” the literal minute after dick found out Jason died. I mean. Time and place😭

The new titans vol 1 #55

But heres a few instances of Bruce talking about Jason because despite all of this “Jason was angry and rash” bullshit, the first and only person Bruce blames for Jason’s death is himself and nobody else.

Detective comics #790

Gotham knights #45

Anyways I hope that answered the question!! Thank you for the ask :D

[strwberri-milk]

Hello! I hope you are doing well. Can I request Rafayel, Zayne, and Sylus with a bookworm reader (who loves buying books to the point she has a wall full of books at her apartment). The fluffier the scenario, the better. Thank you!

hihi!! ive written sylus (here) (the post will be posted on feb 12th and i have no idea if i'll remember to add it into this post bc im writing this on jan 13th LMAO)

Rafayel finds your collection of books super interesting. He's especially curious by any special editions you have - even more so if they're from first prints for older books because he just thinks they're cool. He'll flip through them on occasion and ask which ones you recommend he read. He's not super big on reading so honestly, no chance he'll actually read the book but he's just trying to connect with you! He's also the type of partner that will buy you any book you want, or multiple versions of the same book if a special release comes out. Also, if you ask him nicely he'll definitely either rebind, spray edges, or a combination of both for your books if you want him to! He lives for it and loves being able to add to your collection in a way that's close to his heart.

Zayne inadvertently has a collection of books but they're all medicine textbooks that he gathered from school or picked up to do research on certain procedures. They're not on display the way yours are and primarily sit in his office since that's where he needs them more. He isn't super interested in reading your books unless you've got a lot of history/non-fiction. That's just what he typically likes to read, but he also likes books that are about people or like, coming of age stories - something that makes you really think. He's just super picky so it's hard to buy him books but he will read with you sometimes if he's got the time and a book to read.

[xianji]

hidden behind lines | prologue

masterlist

toge inumaki sat in his darkened room, the faint glow of his laptop illuminating his face. his fingers hovered over the keyboard as he stared at the blank screen in front of him. the familiar weight of silence pressed down on him, heavier than usual. it wasn’t that he didn’t have anything to say—he had plenty. but with his cursed speech, expressing anything felt dangerous. too risky. too isolating.

he sighed, glancing at the rice ball wrapper on his desk. “salmon,” he muttered to no one in particular, his voice barely above a whisper. the room stayed quiet, and the empty words hung in the air, meaningless. toge had gotten used to this emptiness—his world of muted conversations and half-finished thoughts. but tonight, the frustration bubbled over.

he clicked open a browser and typed twitter dot com. he hesitated for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly before he began typing again. “hiddenverse”, he entered into the username field. with a quick tap, the account was created.

for the first time in a while, toge felt like he could breathe.

he stared at the empty profile, considering what to write. no one knew him here, no one knew about his cursed speech or the danger that came with his words. here, he was just a stranger behind a screen. with newfound determination, toge began typing—a simple line of poetry, raw and honest, poured from his mind onto the page. it was something he’d never been able to say out loud, a feeling that had lived inside him for too long.

he hit post.

days passed, and his small following began to grow. among the notifications, one commenter kept returning, leaving thoughtful replies that struck a chord in him. toge found himself looking forward to their messages, curious about the connection forming in the anonymity of his online world.

yet with every post, a question lingered in the back of his mind: how long could he hide behind these words? and when the time came, would he dare to step out from the shadows?

notes:

hi guys

ik i said ch1 would be posted today but i didn’t have time IM SORRY

toge was trying to communicate with yuuji before this but poor guys couldn’t understand eachother😭

actually might post another profile today.. but who will it be..? you’ll find out🤫

this was actually supposed to be a megumi smau but i decided that the idea would make sm more sense with toge so i did it for him instead

im thinking about having this mainly written with few chapters cuz writing is more easier to me than doing all the social media stuff..

now i understand smau creators.. cuz this shit is hard

okay bye guys

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[zweigsangel]

girl pls do another hockey chrisss 😪😪 im obsessed (ily) xoxo 💫

hockeyplayer!chris catches ballerina!reader talking about him w her friends ── .✦ divider: @faeberrywine

it was a familiar routine for you. for all of you. the dance studio’s locker room was always filled with soft chatter and the sound of zippers being pulled open, bags carelessly thrown into the corners. you and your dance companions would sit in a loose circle on the floor, legs crossed, dressed in your casual clothes after class, hair still damp from sweat. the smell of perfume and deodorant mixed with the faint scent of the wooden floor, the air warm from the workout.

“so, tell us about chris!” one of the girls teased, her voice light and curious, a smirk on her lips. all eyes turned to you, their faces expectant, as if this was the highlight of the post-class ritual. giggles bubbled up from the group.

they knew about him. of course, they did. they had seen him waiting outside, leaning casually against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, always there at the same time to pick you up. it had become a regular sight, and with each class, their curiosity grew.

you tried to fight it, tried to suppress the smile that was already tugging at the corners of your mouth. biting your lip, you glanced down, but it was no use. every time someone mentioned his name, it was like your face had a mind of its own. you couldn’t stop the warmth that spread across your cheeks, the small smile that crept up despite yourself.

“he’s…” you paused, the words lingering on your tongue, before you finally gave in, “he’s amazing. perfect.” the girls erupted into more giggles, nudging each other knowingly.

“he's just... different,” you continued, your voice barely above a whisper, but in that intimate space, everyone heard you. “he listens, y’know? like, really listens. when i'm with him, it feels like... like i can really be myself.”

there was a brief pause, the kind where you could almost feel everyone processing your words. then, a chorus of sighs erupted from the group, exaggerated but playful. “ugh, stop, you're making it impossible for the rest of us!” one of them groaned dramatically, tossing her head back.

you laughed, shaking your head, the warmth in your chest growing. one of the girls leaned in, her eyes wide with mock envy, “you're basically living in a rom-com!”

the room was filled with teasing smiles and shared glances, the kind of easy connection that came from being young and in the midst of discovering love, even if only through each other’s stories.

“and he does this thing where he—“ you started, a soft smile playing on your lips as you remembered the way he always brushed a strand of hair behind your ear when you talked, like it was second nature to him. but before you could finish, the door to the locker room creaked open, and there he was. chris, leaning casually in the doorway, one hand resting against the frame, the other tucked into his pocket. his eyes found yours immediately, and that familiar, effortless smile spread across his face.

“all set, angel?” the room fell silent for a beat, and you could feel every pair of eyes on you, the teasing smirks practically glowing in the air. “speak of the devil...”one of the girls whispered, breaking the silence with a round of chuckles.

you rolled your eyes playfully at your friends, grabbing your bag and standing up. as you walked toward the door, with chris waiting there with his relaxed smile, almost instantly, the the girls exclaimed, “byee!” their voices exaggerated, hands waving dramatically like they were sending you off after a performance.

chris raised an eyebrow, amused, and gave a small wave, playing along perfectly. “bye, girls,” he responded, as he casually slipped his arm around your shoulder and the two of you headed for the door.

their laughter echoed behind you as you left, and you shook your head, grinning to yourself. he grabbed your bag with his other arm, effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder. “how are you?” you asked, a soft smile on your face as you looked up at him.

“good, good,” he replied casually, then a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “so, i'm perfect, huh?”

your eyes widened in surprise for a second, heat rushing to your cheeks. you playfully shoved his arm, realizing he'd overheard the conversation in the locker room. “oh my god! you heard that!”

he chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “just caught the end of it,” he teased, “but don’t worry, i won’t let it go to my head... too much.”

before you could respond, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. with a soft laugh, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and comforting. “you are perfect, angel,” he murmured, and in that moment, you couldn’t be happier.

[shigayokagayama]

hello!! i just saw your post about teru’s character arc and dynamic w/ mob and was blown away - i never EVER noticed the heart eye panel. i was curious if you had a deep character analysis of teru/would be willing to share your opinions on teru’s arc? at risk of sounding completely media illiterate i feel like most of teru’s arc went completely over my head watching the anime and i would be curious to hear your thoughts (if you would like to share)!

oh it's totally not your fault, a lot of teru's arc was already pretty subtextual in the manga and the anime cuts a lot of the small details that give you the context to put the whole thing together

im gonna put my own interpretation of his arc under the cut because i could literally talk about this kid for years

ok so basically, teru's starting point as a character is "im special and important because of my powers because i have to be special and important or my life is empty and meaningless"

the entire construction of his social life; his overachieving in sports, his popularity, his place as the shadow leader of a middle school gang- all of that exists to prop himself up as the main character of the world and distract himself from how crushingly empty and devoid of connections his life is. hence-

this fight is what dismantles the idea that his powers make him uniquely special and enlightened, but it doesnt really do anything to actually built an internal sense of self confidence. his realization that he is an ordinary person doesnt come with "and that's okay because everyone is", it's just a reshuffle of the heirarchy he has viewed the world as. now instead of himself > everyone, it's mob > himself > everyone.

the fact that he knows special powers don't make him special is his new point of false confidence- he isnt uniquely enlightened because he has special powers, he's uniquely enlightened because he knows those powers don't make him special

and while the 7th division arc serves some challenging of this worldview, it's not really until wd arc that it actually gets dismantled.

to...

BUT this isnt the end of it. teru's notion that he is uniquely special and important has, by this point, been thoroughly dismantled. however....

other people....

by necessity no growth can really occur within broccoli arc for anyone but mob and dimple. since everyones memories of this arc get wiped, it serves as a good setup for where everyone's characters arcs are left to go before we get into confession arc. teru has been left in a place where, while his place in the "special and important people" hierarchy has been dropped, this has left mob at the top of an unreachable pedestal. dimple's prior efforts to convert teru through force, with the cookies and insisting himself as god, were fruitless. being controlled like that only made him angry. it was only through teru's idolization of mob that he was able to replace himself in that already existing spot in teru's psyche

so going into confession arc, teru has this unshakable, almost literally godlike image of mob in his head, which leads him to the same mistake so many people in this arc have to work through.

this isnt him. he's perfect. he doesn't make mistakes. he would never lash out and hurt anyone. he would never-

once civilians are in the picture is the moment it clicks for him. and then we get this wonderful mirror that kills me to think about.

so many of the parallels in these fights (which. i dont feel like finding all of them) culminate in this. because ultimately, they are very similar conflicts. both represent the dissolution of their respective personas. confession arc is a crossroads in mob's brain: to spend the rest of his life restraining his powers and- by extension, his identity- for the sake of other people, or to let his powers run wild and push away all these people whom he sees as only liking the fake him ("mob").

the breaking point, murderous intent, the point at which this fight goes from simply trying to push the other way/push the other into fighting back, is the assertion of the other's normalness. teru pushes back with the violence of a commoner, mob pushes back with violence that can only be exerted by an esper. teru cannot accept his powers do not make him uniquely amazing, mob cannot accept his do not make him uniquely horrible- uniquely despicable- uniquely unlovable.

which brings us to heart eye panel.

because this is the moment that teru sees mob for who he truly is- for a human being with flaws who's capable of having ugly emotions and losing control and lashing out- and still loves him.

and through this teru, despite his uglier emotions, despite whatever he's done in the past, is a person who is capable of being loved. he doesnt need to be the best esper or the best at sports or the best in his class to stand out, to be paid attention, to form genuine connections.

the people close to you will love you despite your flaws, will understand when you're going through hard times, will offer support even when you push them away. they dont just love the perfect image of you you try to present, the non confrontational person who doesnt speak out for themselves, or the overachiever who's always good at everything. they love you.