#someone he does not know and is only a monster to him

[curlysswirlywirly]

Can u pls do mark variants x petite (short and small) headcannons🫶

5’3

⋆ MAINSTREAM!MARK doesn’t really clock the size difference until other people comment on it (dense). he’s used to standing next to people he towers over, so it’s never weird until someone else brings it up. he’ll glance down at you and go, “wait, are you really that short?” it only just occurred to him. he gets kind of obsessed with the fact after. starts picking you up without thinking, or reaching past you when he wants something instead of asking. he doesn’t mean to be patronizing, but he also doesn’t stop doing it. the second your feet don’t touch the ground while you’re sitting on a counter or bench or chair he’s there, standing between your knees or leaning an arm against the surface to act smug about it. he’s so stupid, everytime he comes close, he smiles slow and goes “...hey.” unmatched rizz or sexual harassment? becomes a total sucker for when you stretch on your toes to kiss him, he gets a little weak in the knees. when he sleeps next to you, he stays awake watching the way your body barely dips the mattress. his whole side can curve around yours. you’re the one who climbs into his lap when it’s cold. you joke about his jackets swallowing you whole. he never laughs, just tugs the zipper up and kisses your jaw and thinks, you fit into me like nothing ever has.

⋆ MOHAWK!MARK notices immediately and is 99.97% sure that it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. the first time you kiss, he bends at the knees dramatically and mimes hunching over you like he’s a monster from an old movie. grins with his tongue out when you glare. “you are tiny, mama. where’s the rest of you?” uses you as a footrest when you’re sitting next to him. sets things on your head. blocks the top shelf and asks what you’ll do for it. makes it a game of sorts, how high can you reach? how much can you carry? sometimes throws you over his shoulder and won’t put you down until you make a real fuss. keeps making comments about how “easy” it would be to kidnap you, mostly because he wants you to roll your eyes and tell him to shut up. he likes when your feet dangle, when you climb into things with a little hop. he makes a fist at the small of your back while he kisses you, just so that you’re pressed right up into him. it’s rough and heated and he always says, “so tiny. you know what that does to me?” and then pretends you’re the aggressive one when you start it, but he’s the one who initiated everything from minute one. he eats it alllll up like candy.

⋆ SINISTER!MARK is soooooo deranged about it. you’re smaller than him = you’re weaker. he makes you sit on his lap facing him so he can measure the whole of your body against his and get that rush of yes, mine, fragile. when you argue with him he kneels down, places both hands on your hips, and waits until you’re looking down at him just to flip that power dynamic, he makes you feel taller for a second and then drags you down by the waist. you wake up to him muttering about how soft you are. how pretty. how you barely take up any space. when he’s in a good mood, he carries you to the kitchen he presses his mouth under your jaw and murmurs things like “you’d never survive on your own.” high praise.

⋆ SHEISTY!MARK milks it for every inch it’s worth. plays up how strong and tall he is compared to you at every opportunity. he makes a bad habit of sitting with his legs spread wider on purpose so you’ll be tucked against him. groans exaggeratedly whenever you climb onto his lap pretending it’s hard to hold you when it isn’t. if you’re too short to reach something, he dangles it. he leans down to kiss you because you’re not tall enough to meet him halfway and he drags it out. makes you whimper just to feel superior about it. doesn’t let you walk ahead in public, keeps a palm on the small of your back. acts like he owns you. maybe he does.

⋆ OMNI!MARK doesn’t understand the significance at first but becomes hyper-aware of it once you begin to share physical space often. he memorizes the top of your head compared to his chin, your stride compared to his, how he has to lean down to hear you in a crowd. he learns how to adjust. always walks on the side closest to traffic. always slows his gait to match yours. if there’s a step, he reaches back automatically. if you’re out late, he hovers. in bed, he lets you lie on top of him because it fits. your legs slot over his, your cheek to his chest. he’s more pliant when you’re resting against him. his muscles soften, his mouth stays quiet, his breathing syncs to yours. he doesn’t say “cute” or “adorable” because those words are too reductive. he says “small” in the same tone he’d use for rare. when you borrow his clothes, he stares, doesn’t speak for a while. then he says, “don’t stretch that. i want you to keep wearing it.” that’s the closest he comes to begging.

⋆ VILTRUMITE!MARK is completely and utterly obsessed “your structure is smaller than the average adult female. why?” this devolves into something nearly worshipful. he scoops you up with one arm and studies you. an absolute marvel of evolution. obsessed with comparative size, but thinks practically more often than not. your size is something he accounts for when planning transport, speed, pressure. he adjusts his grip, changes how he lifts you, how he carries you. he doesn’t want to be the reason you bruise. wants you in soft silk and light colors that make you look even more delicate. like a delight little piece of cake (yummy). stands behind you when you get dressed and pulls the straps into place. your head fits perfectly under his chin when he hugs you and he never gets over it. you’re physically small, but his reverence treats you like something titanic. kisses your palm. kisses your knee. kisses your eyelids while whispering, “everything i protect fits in my hands.” screaming.

⋆ LENSLESS!MARK thinks your size is hilarious until it isn’t. teases you by calling you stupid names until you glare at him, and then his voice drops and he goes, “that’s hot. do it again.” he uses your height against you constantly but if anyone else makes a short joke, his arm’s around you in a second, pulling you against his side. “she’s mine. she doesn’t need height when she’s got me.” when you’re naked in his bed and smaller than his pillow, he says it’s “messed up” how hot that is. watches you climb into his shirts and lie back with his hands behind his head, eyes gleaming. says he wants to put you in his pocket and take you everywhere. means it. clutches you to his chest while he sleeps. swears you’re his emotional support girlfriend. won’t let go, not even in dreams.

[sassatoru]

lovebat

pairing. batfamily x batsis!reader (platonic).

warnings. reader is a demi-god, child of aphrodite, pjo x dc crossover, bruce screwed a goddess and doesn’t even know, mentions of war, canon typical violence mentioned, set during hoo (heroes of olympus), i definitely messed the timeline up a bit, one use of y/n, you end up in a coma, unresolved familial issues, mommy diana, gaia’s dumbass, platonic percy bc percabeth is better than you, i’m fucking tired so rushes ending, no beta sorry,

request. yes / no

a/n. i’m really really sorry for how late this came, i’ve been busy with school crap and exams, and happy birthday lovely. might rewrite after i do part two bc i’m lazy.

You hated Gotham. The stinking streets and the annoying howl of the unnaturally chilly wind. And you hated him, your dad. sure you stayed with him right up until you were old enough to go leave for camp.

Well that was the plan.

You ran. You hated running but you did it, maybe because your dad hadn’t ever been a dad to you, probably because your could see the things that he never could. the strange creatures lingering in alleyways, weird looks you’d get from strangers at you primary school — mostly teachers. They probably thought it was because your big brother had just left you behind because he was mad at your dad. But in truth? You’d been attacked, and like any self preserving ‘human’ being, naturally you ran until you couldn’t run anymore. You were scared, there were things from storybooks and monsters straight out of a fantasy novel coming for you, and you had no idea what to do.

You weren’t really sure how far you’d ran, your only indicator that it was time to stop was the weakness in your knees and the way your nose struggled to get any air into your lungs. You were tired, so so tired, you ran right into a wall, or what you assumed was a wall. That thing chasing you? Definitely not human, had the city been infected with scarecrow’s fear toxin again? No. That was the least of your worries when the wall you bumped into chuckled softly, you shrieked in surprise turning to run the other way, only to be halted by a strong hand on your shoulder.

“Easy now, young one.” A woman’s voice speaks, the leaves crunching as she kneels down to your level, you gawk, recognising the voice of the tv. Wonder Woman. “Where are you off to, hm?” She asks, gently speaking to you, sensing your panic.

“Monsters,” you whisper, on guard again, eyes flicking around to look for them. Diana raises a brow. She’d come by a monster before she found you, but you had seen it, which definitely meant… demigod. No doubt about it.

“Oh really?” She hums curiously.

“You think I’m crazy,” you mutter defensively. She shakes her head, a definite no.

“Never, I saw it too.” She smiles as you light up at the thought of someone actually believing you, of Wonder Woman believing you. “I think I might know a place you’ll be safer at… If you want to go?”

An immediate yes, coming out in the form of a quick nod.

The rest of your journey was accompanied by your hero. ensuring that your trip was safe and successful, and you’d shared many secrets with her over that time too.

Namely? The identity of your father.

It was a bit awkward at first. Diana wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “Bruce? as in…?” she trailed off, her silent question following.

You nod and huff, “yeah, the very same.”

Nonetheless Diana did her duty, explained to you the life of a demigod, or why you might’ve struggled with things other kids would assume simple were easy. Things to reassure you that there was indeed nothing wrong with you. She felt guilty though, knowing Bruce was likely searching for his missing kid but this was the best option for you, not him.

You missed Dick. how does anyone expect a ten year old to just understand that her brother wasn’t coming home because of their dad? Answer, they shouldn’t.

You did your best to never think about them. Not Alfred, not Jason, not your big brother, and not thinking about how your dad hurt you was easy.

Especially when you met Percy, those four years of adventure and probably too many near death experiences were awesome. Percy called you ditzy for thinking so though, something about children of aphrodite being completely blind when it came to anything but love and make up.

He was joking of course, you’d saved his ass too many times for him to think that.

Back to the present though.

You needed away from camp for a bit, and not wanting to burden Percy’s family, especially with all the worrying the woman did about percy alone on — you’d made sally a beautiful gift she kept on her counter top to see everyday and you opted to return to the manor. And hopefully to ease some guilt that’d been eating at you for abandoning your family.

So you returned to the only place you knew. Gotham, not home, but just… Gotham.

Diana, ever the saviour, offered to escort you back, hoping to make it easier for you and Bruce without giving the full story. Mortals, especially sceptics like Bruce shouldn’t know the full existence of a place like camp half-blood, or maybe that was her father’s made up reason. But it was for the safety of those children, they were always in a state of unease, that didn’t need to be multiplied because the Batman is a paranoid freak.

Either way she feels terrible asking you to lie and leaving you stranded in that cursed mansion, Bruce should really get someone to make sure the place wasn’t actually haunted.

The days are quiet and the nights are awkward, with no around at the normal hours of the day and everyone bustling around at sundown.

Any interaction you have with the family is strained and short, though better than being subjected to long and awkward silences though and tough conversations.

Alfred is always as welcoming, just glad to have you back after so many years, even if you gave a rather confusing explanation to where you’d been.

And Duke, a the new guy, he hadn’t been here when you were living at the manor or maybe he was and you were just that out of touch with your father.

No matter, you could appreciate being able to talk to somebody during the day, someone with a normal schedule like yours.

But oh gods, Damian. the little bastard, you swear to Hera you’d have murdered the little bastard if it weren’t for your incredible patience you definitely had not inherited from either of your parents.

The little shit had the audacity to tell you that you were normal, just a civilian who contributed nothing to saving lives, as if you didn’t fight in a war — multiple if you counted the internal war you were constantly having.

But you couldn’t exactly share that. No, that’d be far too easy and life was never easy for demi-gods.

You thought you were making slow progress with your new and old siblings, before that was all interrupted with a iris message from annabeth informing you about Percy’s disappearance and the sudden appearance of a child of Zeus.

And you’re gone again, like the wind, no note or explanation, just an empty room you hadn’t ever really moved into.

You didn’t care though, not when Percy was gone and something was definitely wrong again.

And like a vicious cycle you’re sucked back into your godly parent’s war that no child should ever have to fight for but unfortunately gods are just as childish as lovesick fools.

War is hungry and desperate, eating away at everyone you love until it takes you too.

Percy’s shouts filled your ears, the last sight you’d been given was one of the closest thing you had to a brother rushing towards you before being launched backwards into the ground as you were flung the opposite way, into the ocean.

By the end you’re laid out on the dirt of your mother’s first home, Apollo kids and rookie (barely) healers run around trying to save people. Some don’t make it, and others like you end up unconscious for weeks.

Dionysus, or Mr D as you call him, doesn’t let many things slide, he’s already ready serving eternal punishment with the brats at camp, what’s a couple more years on eternity?

He sends Nico to inform your mortal family of the travesty that occurred and your condition. Diana is far too late to intervene anyways, plus if she really cared she’d have been there with the kids fighting.

So the bat’s are in for the shock of their lives when the scrawny pale Italian boy pops up out of literally nowhere, staring into their souls eerily, in a way that even sets Bruce off.

“Who the hell are you?” Damian hisses first, always the first to recklessly start a fight. Nico barely spares him a glance.

“Y/N is in a coma,” Nico says, eyes trained solely on Bruce. “I’ve been asked to… give you the details.” So he did, offering a vague and cryptic explanation of whatever he could, your demigod status, your role in camp, the war you fought in at 15 and the one you just fought in. The details of your injury and any other detail he could spare before disappearing through the shadows again.

They weren’t given details to find you though, Nico assumed from what you’d shared about your family during the trip across the globe to find Athena Parthenos, that you didn’t want them to find you.

[hellsquills]

Thinking about feral ford, and how his whole deal is that he had to learn to survive in literal animal conditions just to see the next sunrise. How that turned him into a permanently caged animal, skittish and angry, violent and so, so scared.

Thinking about those dogs and cats that grow up in shelters and will snap at anyone, even if they have good intentions. He will NOT let them close. What's close to you can kill you easier than what's far away.

Ford hides, and stays away, because he likes things to be at arm's length. Obviously, there's a point after he leaves whatever dimension made him like this that the feeling slows down, and he starts feeling like himself again. It's a slow process, mainly because he's still in danger everywhere he goes, but he grows out of it. For the most part.

It's post-Weirdmaggedon, and all the threats Ford has learned to live with are gone. There's no Bill, no dangerous monsters around, no one after him. Just him, and the kids, and his brother, and his brother's kids. It's wonderful, of course. He has no complaints. He never thought this would happen, and he couldn't be happier.

But that happiness isn't always obvious, not in the way he thinks it is. Stan's new family is nice to him, as he is with them, but every once in a while he catches them staring after he says something, and it rubs him the wrong way. He will be doing whatever and someone is looking at him shocked. They never mention anything, they try not to stare, but there's something there and it's driving Ford crazy.

Stan is different. He's still the brother he remembers in some ways (the important ways), and honesty is still one of them. Stan tells him things straight to his face, without sugar-coating it, and he always understands Ford when he talks. He looks at him and he sees him, and Ford couldn't be more thankful.

So he goes to Stan for answers, because his brother has always been good at reading people. He asks him whether his family is okay with him being here, if they resent him now that they know his story with Stan, and why (or if) they're looking at him weirdly sometimes.

Stan simply replies that Ford has mannerisms they're not used to. Every once in a while, Ford will go non-verbal for hours, or just speak in sounds, or do things that the average person doesn't do. Ford is embarrassed about it and apologizes, saying that he'll try to abstain from doing such things, if only Stan explains what exactly it is that he's doing wrong. Stanley simply states that he's doing nothing wrong: he does things differently, sure, but it isn't hurting anybody or making them uncomfortable.

Ford isn't convinced by this, so Stan rolls his eyes and mentions some things the other people in the shack do: Soos is very touchy, and sometimes he doesn't understand physical boundaries and has to step back; Wendy is really snappy, and she will often let her mouth run faster than her judgment, which she always apologizes for afterward; even Melody, who has been living there the shortest, makes herself known every now and then by hiccupping or shouting involuntarily. Those are just things they do, but they aren't that big of a deal. Sure, sometimes Soos hugs you one too many times in the day, and Wendy makes an unwanted comment, and Melody yells right outside your door while you sleep. Those are just things they do and can hardly avoid, but there's no harm in them.

Thinking about Ford being so scared of having forgotten how to be a human being now that he's back on Earth and finding out how wrong he is. About him learning not only not to bite any hand that comes near him, but also that those hands are sometimes helping ones. That he has finally, finally escaped the kennel, and he's now at a loving home.

[novamariestark]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs [𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝟣]

pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Reader

synopsis: you are Pepper's younger sister, not by blood but that never bothered either of you. Without realizing it, you become the caretaker for the Avengers, so when a new member joined, it was only natural you'd do the same for him... Bucky Barnes

song inspiration: Lover ~ "Can I Go Where You Go?"

fandom: Marvel

warnings: none that I know off. Just my bad version of fluff i suppose lol

[A/N] this ended up far from what I originally imagined last night and probably would have been different had I not had such a busy day today. Bloody outside world 🙄sorry it sucks

Peace.

Love.

Hope.

Belonging.

All things that Bucky has not felt since the '40s. Things he didn't think he'd ever feel again. Things he believed he didn't deserve to feel. That was until he met you.

For reasons he still can't explain, you didn't immediately cower away from him. Him who had been responsible for countless deaths. Him who was a killing machine. Him a monster.

Instead you did the complete opposite. You were polite, kind and understanding. More things he didn't think he deserved and you picked up on that really quickly.

You knew that Bucky was still a tumbleweed of nerves, so you tried to do as much as you could to make him comfortable and make the tower feel like home to him without freaking the absolute shit out of him accidentally.

You never pushed him. You never tried to pry into every last thought that was swimming around in his head.

You were just... there. A gentle presence that existed beside him. That calmed him more than he realised.

More often than not, he found himself near you, whether you were sitting at the dinner table, or if you were sitting at the kitchen counter, he would too.

If he has a nightmare and starts roaming the tower, pacing away because he can't sit still, you would be sitting in the kitchen waiting for him with a mug of warm milk with honey and cinnamon, something your parents gave you when you had nightmares as a child.

It became routine, unfortunately, not because you didn't want to be there, but because you'd prefer that he didn't have the nightmares in the first place. He's already suffered enough and yet, some nights, Hydra still has him in a chokehold.

Months go by and the routine is still in place, but Bucky finds himself having fewer nightmares. They still occur, just not as often. Lately, he's been dreaming a lot about you. About your smile, your laugh, your eyes, all things that made him smile. Not just that small, barely existent one he usually does. An actual, genuine smile.

He didn't deserve you, he didn't deserve your friendship, he didn't deserve the peace that your presence gives him. At least that's what he keeps telling himself over and over.

It wasn't true. Sometimes you think he still sees The Winter Soldier and himself as the same thing. But they're not. They never have been. One was a weapon that Hydra wielded, the other, an innocent man who just wanted to serve his country, forced to live with the grief, the guilt and the trauma that was forced upon him.

The more Bucky's feelings for you grew, the more he buried them. Not because he wanted to. He buried them because he thought he would hurt you. And that scared him more than anything.

He was doing a good job at ignoring those feelings, for the most part, until you bought him a present.

"It's not my birthday," he had said, confusion painting over his features as he looks at the date on his phone, that you had taught him how to use, "Is it?"

You laughed, moving to come and stand next to him, "It's gotta be your birthday for someone to buy you a gift?"

Bucky shrugged, "I guess not but, I don't think I deserve this, doll,"

God that nickname always made your stomach do 100 cartwheels. You bit your lip, turning your head slightly so he didn't notice the giddy smile on your face.

You compose yourself and turn back to him, "Well you do," you told him, you voice firm and leaving no room for arguments as you picked his right hand up by his wrist and bringing it upwards, flipping it over in the process. His fingers subconsciously opened up and you place the keys on his palm.

"It's all yours,"

"I can't believe it," he said as he stepped towards it, admiring every inch, every detail, "How did you know to get this bike?"

"I have my sources,"

"Steve?"

"Yeah,"

He smiled turning back to the bike and just thought to himself for a moment before turning back to you.

"Thank you,"

It's literally the biggest smile you'd ever seen on Bucky's face, which was a shame because he had the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen and you wanted to see it more often.

And so you did see it more often. But you didn't know that that smile was only ever on his face when you were nearby and everyone started noticing this. Except you.

Everyone kept dropping hints here and there and yet you still remained oblivious. Bucky was thankful for that. The last thing he wanted was something like rejection to take away what you guys had.

--

The cold sweat clung to his skin as he jolted awake, breath ragged and heart pounding like a drum. The room was dark, silent—filled with only the sound of his heavy breathing. Your face, covered in blood, pale, lifeless faded away from him like sand slipping through his fingers.

Quietly, he rose and made his way down the hall to start his ritual, his light footsteps adding to his uneven breathing.

When he calmed down he made his way down to the kitchen to find you were waiting in the kitchen, just as always—warm mug sitting on the counter, waiting for him. The faint scent of honey hit him on his way to his usual seat.

You smiled at him, expecting him to sit down next to you as he always does but he doesn't. Instead he pulls you into a hug.

"Please don't go," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly, as though he was on the verge of breaking into tears.

"What?" you asked as your arms automatically wrapped around him. "I'm not going anywhere Bucky. What would make you think that?"

"My nightmare... you died,"

Your fingers thread through his hair, gently, soothingly stroking as you speak just as gently to him, "It will never happen, Bucky. I'm surrounded by avengers,"

He apologizes as he pulls away, you just smile and say that it's okay. The rest of the night, you sat in silence.

--

Parties definitely weren't his thing. Yours either but Tony being your "brother-in-law" somehow meant that your attendance was mandatory. Every party Tony has ever thrown, you had bailed 10 minutes in when no one was looking, but this time you had company.

You had slipped into the seat next to him, on the table hiding in the corner. He watched everyone as though they were someone coming for him. You knew he was uncomfortable just by the look on his face.

"You wanna leave?" you asked him, pointing to the door. Bucky looked over at where Tony and the others were, "Don't worry about them, they'll understand,"

And that led you to sitting on your bed, watching Finding Nemo of all things. It was a film that you knew and loved. It was also innocent and lighthearted.

By the end you were a sobbing mess as you always were after this movie. You looked over and Bucky's eyes were glossy and one stray tear that escaped was rolling down his cheek.

Your hand instinctively moved to wipe the tear, Bucky looked at you and your hand out the corner of his eye. Your actions paused and you mumble sorry before pulling your hand away.

Your hand doesn't make it very far though when it's captured by Bucky's. Your gaze flicks between your joined hands and Bucky's beautiful blue eyes.

His metal hand moves to move a stray hair from your face, the cool metal shocking you slightly.

He smiles and asks "If you get lost, can I go too?"

You smile softly, squeezing his hand. “Always.”

[spookyseb]

I guess this is my theory post on knife Ralsei

I draw him more now. There’s more under the cut. This is what knife boy does to you. Gives you the brainworms.

Gave him hooves by the way, but only one set. It was my brother’s suggestion, because he thought it’d be cute if he was a little weird

So the thought first came up because we were discussing Dark World logistics. There's always been the mystery of how Ralsei could travel to Dark Worlds, but we chalked it up to Castle Town magic for while. Eventually my brother realized that Ralsei being Kris’s knife explains it really well.

Kris brings it everywhere they go, but it isn’t visible to us in the inventory. We never see it become anything in the Dark World either. When Susie uses it to make a fountain, nothing is in her hands or in the ground once they’re inside. Even if it didn’t become a Darkner, you would expect it to at least be an item. If the knife became Ralsei, he could walk off and meet up with them later.

He never states exactly why he never turns to stone, and we’re left to assume it’s because he comes from Castle Town. But I think it could be that he doesn’t have a home location. He just belongs anywhere Kris goes.

All theories have merit, but I much prefer the thought that he’s an item we have seen. I kind of expect to never get a reveal of his light form. But if we do, I would be much more satisfied if he was here all along, rather than some lost item with little current importance.

I absolutely adore the idea that Kris cares about his Light World form to this day. How this affects his relationship with Kris is the reason I want it to be true.

Kris is already weirded out because this guy looks a lot like their brother that they miss. And he’s the nice goat monster they could never be. But on top of all that, it’s their beloved knife! They love that thing. They take such good care of it. And now it’s talking to them and trying to be friends. It’s the experience you would get if your dog started talking.

And Ralsei being so subservient to Kris would make so much sense. It’s not just because they’re a Lightner hero in the prophecy. They’re basically his best friend. He never takes what we do in bad faith because he knows how much Kris cares about him in the Light World.

I know Ralsei doesn’t look very knife-like, but I don’t think that’s a big issue? The designs for important Darkners seem to focus on being characters rather than objects.

It would also be cool if he looks this way because he doesn’t want to be the knife. He wants to be a fluffy companion who supports Kris with healing magic. Not a violent blade that hurts and creates dark fountains.

I just really like him as the knife because it makes me love Ralsei as much as I love Kris and Susie. I hope to convince someone that knife boy is an awesome idea.

Here’s the first drawing I did of Ralsei as the knife if you wanna see that too

[ganglesgiggles]

The Amazing Digital Circus tickle headcanons!

(You can really tell who my favourites are)

Caine

Switch

- This guys difficult cuz he’s just so tickleable but he also reeks of ler

- He adores tickling his performers, believing laughter is the best medicine for most issues, he can normally tell when tickles are the last thing someone needs though, wouldn’t wanna tickle a poor soul whilst they’re already suffering (cough.. Zooble.. cough)

- Frequently inputs tickling into his adventures, whether that means one little bit or the entire thing really depends on how the ai’s feeling that day, sometimes if one of his performers has made him upset, he goes straight to cooking up a tickling adventure as to torment them in revenge

- Absolutely BRUTAL with teases, you cannot tell me this guy wouldn’t be a monster, calls his lee cute little names like “my dear” and a very silly collection of pet names that really make zero sense whatsoever “my meowing milkmaid!!” …… “What did you just call me???”

- Caines main techniques involve calling Bubble for backup, summoning hands or feathers and pretending they’re some sort of rogue ai he’s got no control over, and making really bad jokes and then thanking his lee for being such a great audience

- His main targets are those who need to smile more in his eyes so he really just means anyone the second they aren’t smiling (god poor Gangle, better make sure that comedy mask doesn’t break when Caine’s in one of his “moods”)

- Just cuz he’s such a mean ler doesn’t mean he doesn’t get his shit absolutely wrecked sometimes

- Never thought it was possible for him to be ticklish until an incident with Jax before Ribbit had abstracted

- Absolutely loses it when he’s tickled, he cannot take what he dishes out for the life of him, it’s especially bad when he knows he had it coming cuz then he can’t even get all huffy after and eventually get his revenge

- Doesn’t normally stay in place when being tickled, teleporting and flying around as his ler desperately tries to keep him in one place, if he’s in a lee mood and he’s accidentally teleported away, he’ll come back to his ler and let them get back to business, swears this is just because he feels bad that they didn’t get to tickle him enough

- His worst spots are the bottom of his jaw, his stomach, and his armpits, you can hear it from across the circus if someone’s getting him there, normally you can hear his ler’s laughter ring out after a little while too, Caine recovers so quickly that it’s like a race for his ler to get out of there as fast as physically possible before he can get back up (he’ll teleport to them eventually anyways so there’s really no point)

- Main lers are literally anyone in the circus, but especially Bubble

Pomni

Lee-leaning Switch

- Only really goes after people if it’s for revenge, but when she does, god she’s good, if you thought Caine was mean, just wait for the actual people of the circus

- Painfully strategic, making quick notice of where her lee’s worst spots are and putting those nearly straight to use, since she normally only tickles for revenge she has every right to be as mean as she wants

- Doesn’t really tease as much as her friends, mainly just making little remarks on how loud her lee’s laughing

- If she isn’t getting revenge for something, I’d say she’s fairly nice, although it’s not too often you see her just tickling someone for no reason, sometimes she does feel bad when she sees her friends upset so she’ll try her best to put atleast a little smile on their faces

- Main targets are Jax (revenge), and Ragatha (she feels bad for being too mean to her often)

- Frequent victim of tickle attacks, whether it’s from Caine himself or one of her fellow performers

- Has the squeakiest, most high pitched laughter ever and will swear that she doesn’t like her life depends on it when it’s brung up

- Worst spots are her thighs, her ribs, her stomach and her chin, though if you get her sides just right she’ll absolutely lose it

- The type of lee that just freezes up on the spot instead of squirming around, really wishes that she wasn’t like that cuz it makes tickle attacks even worse for her, if she’s got it in her, sometimes she can even muster up one kick!!

- Main lers are Jax, Ragatha, and Kinger

Jax

Ler

- I really don’t have as much for him as people would want 💔 I just lowkey kinda hate him 💔💔

- I love lee Jax as much as the next guy trust me but he’s definitely mainly a ler, doesn’t mean he can’t get his shit wrecked though

- An absolutely torturous ler, complete and utter bully, he’ll scribble his fingers wherever they can reach just to hear his lee squeal

- Not really the type to give out cheer-up tickles, only really tickles people cuz he likes being mean, plus he thinks it’s funny when he leaves his lees a giggly, blushing mess

- Has the most evil teases in the circus, always wiggles his fingers at his lee, it’s always the funniest thing to him when someone’s giggling and he isn’t even doing anything, gets his lee in their worst spot whilst talking to them and acts oblivious “What’s with the laughter? I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!”

- His favourite techniques include, biting, raspberries (look after the new episode these two just seem way too fitting), and quickly switching between spots to really drive his lee insane

- Main targets are probably Pomni and Gangle, they’re just too easy for him to wreck

- Only times he really gets tickled are when people are annoyed with him and want revenge for attacks he’s launched on them, other than that he tries to avoid it, he prefers to be the one in control

- Has surprisingly smooth laughter, when he’s reaching his limit it gets all wheezy and soft

- Definitely a kicker, like imagine how cats kick when they’re biting, now imagine that as Jax whilst he’s getting his shit wrecked

- Worst spots are his armpits, his ears, his feet, and his neck, I mean come on it’s comically long I think it’d be hilarious to absolutely destroy him with

- Main lers are Pomni, Ragatha, and Zooble

Ragatha

Switch

- I genuinely can’t imagine her being mainly a lee or mainly a ler, so I feel switch just suits her best

- Genuinely the sweetest ler around, always makes sure she isn’t being too mean (unless it’s Jax), frequently checking in on the lee to ensure that they’re okay

- Thinks of tickling as a way to ground someone when they’re upset about being in the circus, their nerves are probably the most human thing about most of the circus dwellers so tickles are always a great reminder that they are in fact still human

- Always there for cheer-up tickles, she wants to see all her friends happy and smiling, no matter what it takes

- She’s the type of ler to tease with genuine compliments and little cheers for her lee, though if she’s tickling for revenge it’ll be nearly entirely baby-talk, she knows just how flustering that can be for her friends

- Her favourite techniques are gentle tracing on bad spots, she normally does try to avoid the worst spots unless she knows her lee likes getting absolutely destroyed

- Main targets are Jax, Pomni, and Kinger (gotta keep the old man sane somehow)

- She normally lets her friends tickle her if they so badly want to, though sometimes she does need a bit of a cheer up herself, so why not use her own methods on her

- Sweet, bubbly laughter, she gets all hiccupy when she’s nearing her limit

- Tries to hold back from squirming as she doesn’t wanna accidentally kick or punch her ler, instead she’ll hold onto her ler’s wrists, not to stop them, rather for just moral support

- Worst spots are her sides, her stomach, her back, and her knees

- Main lers are Pomni, Kinger, and Jax

Kinger

Ler-leaning switch

- I like to imagine he’s a sort of father figure for most of the circus

- Always a really gentle ler, the last thing he’d want is to accidentally go too rough on someone

- Inside of his “fortress” he gives the best cheer-up tickles, you could be the least ticklish person alive and he’d still get you giggling one way or another

- I just think he’d be really sweet when it comes to tickling, he’s said before that the worst thing you can do is make someone feel like they’re unwanted, so I like to imagine he does all sorts of silly things to bond with the circus, especially tickling

- When it comes to teasing, he normally tells really bad dad jokes whilst killing his lee with excruciatingly gentle tickles, occasionally tells his lee bug facts as he spiders his fingers around their worst spots

- His favourite techniques are gentle squeezing, gently tracing shapes, and rapid pokes, he just seems like the typa guy to tickle his lee to sleep if you’re picking up what I’m putting down

- Main targets are Pomni, Ragatha, and Gangle

- He’s not as ticklish as the others, but with the right attitude you can get a good giggle out of him

- His laughters soft and deep, it’s surprisingly soothing, it’s a shame he doesn’t laugh more

- Doesn’t really squirm, as I’ve stated he’s not really too ticklish so there’s not really much reason for him to move about in the first place

- Worst spots are the little cross design at the top of his head, his palms and his sides

- Main lers are Zooble, and Ragatha

Zooble

Ler

- I can’t picture them enjoying being on the receiving end of tickles whatsoever, especially with how they view their body

- You thought Jax was mean? Zooble doesn’t even need to have their whole body near you to absolutely destroy you, they could straight up just toss an arm over and suddenly you’re getting wrecked to oblivion

- Takes advantage of their detachable limbs at every opportunity, god forbid they’ve got a claw on that specific day because boy their lee’s gonna be heard throughout the circus

- Really sarcastic teasing, they like to laugh along with their lee sometimes, especially when they find them adorable (COUGH.. GANGLE.. COUGGHHH)

- Their favourite techniques are detaching their limbs to wreck their lee whilst they’re busy doing other stuff, pinching when they’ve got a crab claw hand, and cannot forget scribbling their fingers in their lee’s worst spots

- Main targets are Gangle (god google save me), Kinger, and Jax (to get him to shut up cuz he’s an asshole)

- Doesn’t really like being tickled, sometimes they do let Gangle tickle them, whatever makes her happy

- Only really ticklish on their torso and their neck

- Nice, deeper laughter, occasional snorting when they’re being got good

- Wouldn’t let anyone that isn’t Gangle ever touch them like that

Gangle

Lee

- The moment I’ve been waiting for (I’m gonna have so much fun with this)

- Doesn’t really tickle people much, occasionally tickles Zooble when they’re ok with it though

- You cannot tell me she isn’t apart of the tickle community, there’s just something about her… like she’s one of us I just know it

- Likes to draw tickle art when she’s bored, would rather die than show anyone, Jax caught her once and will forever use it as blackmail

- A lot of her art features her as a lee or her favourite anime characters as lees, she’s yet to figure out how to draw lers properly so all the lees she draws are victim to the floating hands of doom

- Submitted an adventure that included tickles to the suggestion box once, severely regretted it when the adventure the next day did indeed involve tickles (it had nothing to do with her that was entirely Caines idea)

- Has gotten her shit wrecked by every member of the circus atleast once, no matter how hard she tries to hide it, everyone knows she likes it

- As much as she likes getting tickled, she gets overstimulated pretty darn quick so sometimes when she’s starting to get too overwhelmed her ribbons will lose their shape and she’ll just kinda become a little melted pile of ribbons

- Cannot handle teasing for the life of her, it makes her absolutely lose it

- As much as everyone in the circus loves absolutely destroying her, they know her limit, they all make sure they don’t overstimulate her to the best of their abilities (surprisingly even Jax)

- When she’s got her comedy mask her laughters smooth and bubbly, but without it she’s all pitchy and squeaky, snorting and squealing frequently

- Gets all sorts of flustered when she sees a tickle scene in a show, cannot watch the others tickle eachother cuz she’ll actually lose her mind

- She’s normally too shy to actually ask for tickles so she’ll just sit in her room and draw tickle art until someone comes to check on her and eventually notices that strange tint of blush on her mask

- Sometimes when she’s getting wrecked too bad she’ll wrap around her ler for moral support

- Frequently receives cheer-up tickles

- Happy stims when she’s getting tickled

- When she’s trying not to laugh and she’s holding her breath, her mask starts spinning and it’s so ridiculous it’s makes both her and her ler laugh

- Her worst spots are where her chin would be, her hips, the backs of her knees, and her back

- Main lers are Zooble, Kinger, and (unfortunately) Jax

This was actually so much funnn!!! Give me requests people or just ask me things!!

[deadhands69]

Encyclopedia of the Apocalypse [2: Changing Seasons]

Toge Inumaki x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU (Curseless)

Bombarded by zombies and plagued by recent experiences, you and your new found friend, Toge Inumaki, try to find more than survival in the remnants of civilization. this series contains: graphic violence, gory wound depictions, sexual assault (not Toge!!), angst/character deaths, mentions/thoughts of suicide, cussing.

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This place was probably nice, at some point. The kind of place people would spend hours, just walking around. 

Now, the once white walls are tarnished with months of unscrubbed rain, leaving them tinted in the same green-brown hue as the moss inhabiting the rooftops. It hasn’t even been a year, but the parking lot landscaping is beginning to take-over. Plants are pressing themselves through cracks in the concrete in the absence of cars, moving the surface to their will. Tiny trees are beginning to poke up in places you’d never imagine them surviving.

Life finds a way.

Toge walks just ahead of you, determined to check out what’s left of the bookstore. You, on the other hand, don’t care for malls. Even silly little strip malls in what once was the busy part of town. However, he is your apocalypse buddy and you’d rather go with him than let him explore alone. And you’ve said no the past three times he’s tried to visit somewhere like this, so it’s your turn to compromise. It’s not like there aren’t items you need too.

Knowing you're here voluntarily doesn’t stop your heart from pounding out of your chest as you pass through the barren lot. It feels wrong.

A few shotgun shells scatter the sidewalk. You kick them to the side, watching as they roll across the pavement. You want to hope whenever fired them off is long gone – somewhere safe, but unfortunately you know better than to believe that. 

Initially, your pages on guns were long and rambling, only to be ripped out and replaced with one single sentence: guns are useless; dangerous even. 

Of course, this was a learned experience. 

Months ago, for the first few weeks of this you were with a friend. Someone you'd known for years. Neither of you knew what to do in this situation, so you made some guesses. 

This led to the two of you doing what everyone does in zombie movies: stockpiling guns. One issue, this is not a movie. Guns are loud and silencers aren't silent. 

By the time you left the house, you learned that everyone had that idea though. Given that it was three weeks in, every sporting goods store and gun shop you came across had been thoroughly looted before you made it in. As time went on, it was easy enough to pick any firearm you wanted off the dead bodies you found. 

Which, in retrospect, should have been a sign.

Toge tries the doors of a chain bookstore, giving little tugs at each before finding them locked. The buildings connect from a shared space inside the mall though so if you find one way inside, you’re certain to find access to the rest of it. A general entrance two stores down has been smashed in. Carefully, you make your way there. As you reach the door, Toge’s hand gently holds your shoulder back. He shines a light around, checking for movement, reactions, anything. Coast is clear. 

As soon as you step a foot through, a low rattling noise captures your attention. One of the undead pulls itself from behind a trash can, body hunched over as it drags one of its feet in a slow stumble. You handle it quickly, in as few slashes as you can manage.The all too familiar pang of guilt hits as you do. 

Strange, you think, why didn’t it react to the light earlier?

Toge makes his way into the bookstore, through a wide open door. The window display is intact – fluffy plastic cobwebs are now coated in real spider webs to match. Tissue paper ghosts hang from strings, floating over monster-themed books. A few on zombies catch your eye, making you laugh. It was Halloween when this all started; it’ll be Halloween forever now.

The first and only shot you ever fired was enough to take the head off a zombie at close range. You were surprised to find the body still upright, still scraping its way towards you but that was easy enough to handle once the shocks subsided. You had a larger issue: even with a silencer, the sound attracted every other undead being in the neighborhood right to your doorstep. 

The two of you retreated back into the sporting good’s store you came from, seeking what little safety you could find. Using a few tables, you managed to barricade the windows and doors – for the most part. You watched in horror as the sheer number of the incoming hoard crushed through the glass door. The shattering glass along with the cracks of their bones is a sound that will haunt your dreams forever. Yet, even as their bodies broke they never slowed, still trudging forward as if nothing happened.

Not wanting to chance the gun again and draw in more, you grabbed bats and started swinging wildly. If you could take out the heads, the knees, anything that would keep them from walking, grabbing, biting, you could keep them at bay.

In reality, it was a lot less clean-cut than that. Limbs grasped desperately and you thrashed at anything you could hit. Limp flesh hit the ground only to be replaced with another. And another. You fought until the adrenaline wore off and your arms felt like jelly. Then you fought some more.

Eventually, they were subdued and unable to follow you.

You know it’s not the safest place to stay, but neither of you have it in you to pack-up and find another location for the night. In any case, the bodies are piled so high it would be difficult for any new ones to make it through the door without you noticing. There were worse places to be. 

Each of you settled into a display tent, collecting the amenities you needed from nearby aisles. Sleeping bags, chairs, everything you could think of was just a quick walk away. You notice your friend finding a small backpacking first aid kit to clean her wounds, a few large scratches running down her arm. At the time, you didn’t think much of it.

Of course you also saw how slow she was moving, how her tired limbs bounced back a little slower than they should have. It was obvious she was struggling, but she played it off as exhaustion and you entertained the idea. Maybe you both just wanted to believe it was all okay.

This is when you should have pushed to find antibiotics, you know that now. You know a lot of things now. Enough to resent the need to learn the hard way. No matter how many times you repeat it in your head that if you’d known to do better, you would have, it never quite sinks in. 

The bookstore is like everywhere: fairly demolished. Display cases have been toppled over in whatever frenzy occurred last year, leaving stray books and pages scattered over the floor. You’re getting used to that though. Toge comes back from a quick check around the space, all clear he signals you with the hand gesture the two of you came up with. Reaching over the window display, you pull out a book on werewolves. The prospect of reading about monsters you don’t have to encounter everyday sounds like a nice break from reality. 

He makes his way deeper into the store, eventually emerging with a big floppy book: Sign Language for Dummies. 

“Yeah,” you laugh at the name, “I’ll learn that with you. That’s a great idea.” He stashes it away in the side pocket of his backpack.

Checking a few more areas, you look for books you might find useful. Ones you haven’t read on first aid and survival. Almanacs and foraging. On-sight weather forecasting. Whatever you can find between the upturned shelves. Toge folds a giant map into a smaller square before stuffing it into his backpack. Somewhere in the wreckage, you find your favorite book. Or what used to be your favorite book, a lot has changed since the last time you read it.

Still, you tuck it safely into your backpack for later.

There are other nights when you lie awake wondering if you could have done better. Could have done more. Her fate was likely sealed before either of you could even think to do anything about it, but the thoughts never stop.

The two of you had a great evening, playing card games under the light of battery powered camping lanterns before you tucked in early to sleep. It was a good night, little did you know it would be her last.

The next morning, you woke up early, making breakfast from one of the stray bags of backpacking food you found in the mess. When you shook your friend awake in her sleeping bag, she didn't feel so good. Her forehead was hot, skin damp yet she complained of being cold. She played it off for a bit, saying it was from the stress. Maybe residual exhaustion that couldn’t be slept off. Whatever else there was to blame, but when she winced moving her arm, you knew what was happening. The wound had reddened overnight, slight streaks were already beginning to form. 

By the time you saw this, it was already too late. 

There’s another thing you wish you didn’t have to know.

As you leave, Toge throws a chunk of a shelf down the concourse to check for zombies. A few skitter out of the darkness to investigate. You shine a flashlight on a more distant wall as a distraction. Only two, the least decomposed of the bunch, jump at the light.

Fascinating. 

The two of you make quick work of them while you process what this means. If this is consistent, it gives you more information to work with on what to expect from the undead. The fresh ones can see, but it would seem that after some level of decay sets in, their retinas deteriorate to a point of uselessness. If this does end up being true, as fewer and fewer new zombies are being made from the humans that are left alive, you won’t have to worry so much about their ability to see you. That’s not relevant yet, but you make a mental note for years from now.

Years from now. You hope to be alive then.

At least you do most days. 

Toge runs ahead of you, through the opening someone smashed into the glass outside of another store. He waves you in. You’re hesitant and he notices that, coming back to walk with you. 

“Come on,” he mouths, pulling you by the hand. 

Once more, he throws something in the corner of the store and the two of you wait. 

After an awkward ten seconds, you decide the coast is clear. He continues to check around just to be certain, you do the same. Once you’ve determined you’re alone, you take a look around.

It’s a clothing store. Well, it was.

As reluctant as you were to be here, once more, you agree that it’s necessary.

First you gravitate to the area with socks and underwear. All of yours have had holes in them for far too long. You take off your backpack, pulling out items to trade for new ones. Everything you own has been hanging on by a thread.

Then, you look around some more. Leaving your pack near the exit, you hang your machete from a belt loop and continue with your flashlight. The lightness feels weird but it’ll be easier to look this way.

Grabbing a few items, some seem utilitarian. Others admittedly look more like apocalyptic video game skins which seems fitting at this point in your life. Toge skips past you, doing the same. His arms look more full than yours, but you still follow him to the changing rooms in the back with what you have. Each of you pulls back a curtain, stepping into your own spaces. 

You flash your light at a wall, allowing it to refract and fill the space. When you glance up at the mirror you barely recognize the person you see. You’ve changed. Your cheeks look more hollow, eyes distant. While you have taken the time to clean yourself and your clothing when the opportunity presents itself, you’re usually in too much of a rush to get a good look at the tatters that remain of what you’ve been wearing. Your shirt has been ripped at hastily mended multiple times. The pants you once loved hang loosely around your hips, also torn and patched more than they should have held up for. Your clothes have been with you so long that you feel like you’re leaving old friends behind. It’s time though.

Trying on the first outfit you brought in, you check in the mirror. The pants are tighter than the last – it’s better to have less for anything (or anyone) to grab. They also have more pockets. You’re not so sold on the shirt though. It looked nicer on the hanger but the closer you look, the less you actually like it on yourself. 

Toge knocks on the wall outside, having emerged from his own fitting room. 

He looks good. You’ve only seen him in the same ragged clothes he’s been wearing the entire time too, seeing him like this is almost shocking. And he seems to notice the effect he has on you, smirking slightly at your expression. Suddenly it occurs to you that you’ve been staring for too long. You’re glad it’s pretty dark in here because your face burns with embarrassment. 

“So,” you say, trying to change the subject to anything else. Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind. Toge walks around you, getting a better look at your choices. He points at the pants and gives you a thumbs up. 

“I don’t know about the shirt though,” you say, mostly to yourself. He holds his hand out at the rest of the store.

“I have a few more to try.”

Your next few options go better than the first. In all, you end up with two new shirts, the pants you’re wearing now, and a pair of shorts for summer. Also, you find a soft new sweater for the cold nights and a replacement jacket because you broke the zipper a few weeks ago. You’re almost ready to leave when Toge stops you. He holds one finger up for you to wait before running off towards the racks again. Shortly after, he emerges with a ridiculous gold jumpsuit and hands it to you.

“This?” you laugh.

He nods, disappearing into his own stall before you can say no.

The jumpsuit is ridiculous, as expected and you struggle to zip it while holding back laughter. When you emerge, he’s wearing a very uptight looking dress that bunches in all the wrong spots. The design doesn’t suit him, or likely anyone under the age of 70. 

“You look like you’re about to scold me for walking too fast in the library.” He laughs. Moments later, he ducks back into the fitting room for his notebook, writing “you look like you should be hassling snowboarders in a 90s ski movie.”

“Perfect, we can be pretentious together.”

The two of you spend the next hour or so finding the weirdest clothes you can for each other to try on. It’s fun. More fun than you’ve had in a very long time.

It’s days like today that give you a small break from survival and chance at life. The little things that help you build a new normal around the shit circumstances. 

It’s days like today that make it worth trying at all.

Maybe you weren’t wrong for keeping things normal for your friend’s last night.

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[kyrieeleisonelise]

Ivan and Till Analysis

This is an analysis of their relationship. It’s based on my own opinions.

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Ivan and Till are opposites in many ways.

Till is the most honestly expressive character out of the whole cast. His emotions show on his face; whether it’s, happiness or embarrassment or anger.

He’s open about what he loves and what he hates. He feels both emotions intensely and doesn’t do much to try and hide them. 

Till genuinely loves art and music and it’s something he’s innately done since he was a child. In his initial appearance (round 2), Till isn’t just trying to win to save his life/reach his goals, he actually seems to enjoy the performance.

Till is someone who doesn’t back down, even if it’s a fight he knows he will loose. He is continually getting punished by the aliens for rebelling, but that doesn’t stop him. He’s unable to contain his emotions even to his own detriment. 

Till is so troublesome to the aliens that his owner has literally stated the only reason he keeps him alive is for his musical talent. 

Part of the reason Till is this way is because he experienced real genuine love from his mother as a very young child.  

Ivan on the other hand is calculating and pragmatic. He rarely shows his true feelings and hides behind a smile. His feelings can be so elusive Ivan can struggle to understand himself sometimes. Ivan is underhand and cunning in ways Till just isn’t.

Ivan was born in the slums. Unlike Till, it seems like he has had no early experience of what ‘love’ was. Ivan was taken in by an Alien Master, because he had ‘promise’. Ivan had to live up to that expectation in order to survive. Hiding his emotions and being what the aliens want him to be is the only reason Ivan is still alive. 

In ‘Black Sorrow’ we see Ivan rising up the ranks from being in the slums, to an experiment to being a favoured pet. 

Ivan is seen by others as ‘perfect’. Ivan has learnt to be what the Aliens want him to be in order to survive, and somewhere along the way he lost connection with his real self.

So that explains his attraction to Till, who shows all his emotions on his face, who rebels even when it’s futile, and who stays true to himself no matter how many times he gets knocked down. 

It’s significant that the first thing that attracts Ivan to Till is when Ivan see’s him standing up to a monster to protect Mizi. 

Till is the antithesis of everything Ivan has learned to become and he can’t help feeling drawn to him.

What does Till think about Ivan? 

There is an ongoing motif in Alien stage of Ivan looking at Till, but Till never looking back at him.

Which initially made it seem like Ivan loved Till from afar and Till was totally indifferent to him, or even that he actively dislikes him. 

But I really don’t think that’s the case. 

They’re shown to be hanging out together often- 

Then there’s the fact Ivan helped Till escape. Till had to of realised the risk Ivan put himself under. Even if the romance was one-sided, I don’t think the friendship was.

I think Till assumes that Ivan resents him for turning back and that fractured their friendship.

Till isn’t indifferent to Ivan. But he doesn’t like Ivan in the same way and he doesn’t realise Ivan’s feelings.

Again, Till is incredibly straightforward about the things he loves and hates. His crush on Mizi is something everyone knows about, and even if it embarrasses him, he doesn’t try to hide it. 

But because of this, he tends to view others through the same simplistic lens: Mizi is a beautiful pure angel because that’s how she seems, Ivan is a friend but he’s mean sometimes so he must not like Till that much.

Till is also so hyper-focused on Mizi that he doesn’t fully ‘see’ Ivan (or really anything else). It’s more than a crush he has on Mizi, it’s a reason to keep going through all the constant trauma. 

Ivan’s feelings for Till

I don’t think it’s controversial to say Ivan was obsessed with Till. 

I think part of that is Ivan’s personality and a big part of that is being raised in the environment of Anakat Gardens. Every single one of the six main characters has an obsessive/codependent love for someone. I think it’s a coping mechanism and when they’re raised in such a harsh environment where they’ve all had trauma and know they’ll likely die young, the love they do feel becomes more intense.

Unlike Till, Ivan was raised without any sort of love, so when he feels it, he has no idea how to express it. 

Especially in the earlier years, Ivan just wants any sort of attention from Till. Ivan knows the easiest way to get a reaction from Till is to antagonise him- steal things from him, do things to annoy him, get into fights. 

Like look at how excited he is even from getting negative attention from Till

There is definetly an undeniably uncomfortable aspect to Ivan’s feelings towards Till. There is a part of Ivan that finds joy/amusement in doing things that upset/distress/ even hurt Till. 

On the surface, Ivan’s attachment to Till can seem selfish and borderline cruel- He’ll do things that makes Till feel angry or embarrassed or uncomfortable just to get his attention. He will hurt Till if it means getting a reaction. 

Even Ivan himself describes his feelings for Till as ‘Shallow emotions’ and literally calls Till a ‘victim’ of him. 

But right from the start, there are signs that Ivan cares deeply for Till beyond just a selfish infatuation.  

There is an ongoing theme of Ivan wanting to set Till free, reaching for his collar. 

And he literally does set Till free, only for Till to go back. (Then later on he dies for Till, but we’ll get to that- )

Sir. This is not the face of a man with shallow emotions.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/kyrieeleisonelise/787990941062627328/ivan-till-analysis-part-2?source=share

[skeletonh0e]

Okay this one is for Fresh only because he's my favorite- How would he react and feel about someone really close to him offering up their soul for him to feed on, as long as he's gentle about it and doesn't take too much of course? Gender neutral reader, queerplatonic. :>

This is a very sweet idea lol, I'm still new to writing queer platonic relationships so hopefully I did a good job here, I'm always open to feed back. The term "partner" is used but again entirely in a qp context

A Sweet Treat (Fresh Sans x Reader)

Tbh? I 100% see this happening as Fresh jokingly suggesting this and this getting a hell of a whiplash when you agree

Even more so when you're not bluffing, literally offering your soul to him

He did not think he would get this far

And like.....you're sure?

Listen, listen, I've mentioned this before...but Fresh is lowkey pretty paranoid deep down. Thus he takes trust very seriously, combine that with SOULS being a big deal in monster culture + on top of you being someone close in his life in general

He's touched that you trust him that much and depending on the nature of your relationship he might realize that if the roles were reversed....he trusts you that much too. He can't fully express it cuz emotions are not his strong suit in any situation or any relationship but he's noticeably quiet for a few solid moments

He's playful when he goes to take your soul, obviously heeding the warning of "be gentle" but like even if you didn't say that he does it like...almost instinctively

He's never been a protective person with anyone to begin with, so it's a bit of an odd whiplash that he's surprisingly like that now, with a firm but not too harsh grip on your soul. He'll crack a joke, make one last offer for you to tap out before actually feeding

Admires it for a moment, probably keeps your body physically close as well, probably sitting on his lap or at least leaning against him nearby. Fresh knows what he's doing, he's a parasite, he's done this before with far less willing prey and he's keeping himself in control (the only reason he'd be out of it is if he's starving thus feral hungry but that's not relevant here), but always double checking for when too much is too much.

Then he starts to feed.

And I'll be real

It probably don't feel too good.

It's not super painful, Fresh is being too careful and deliberate for that to happen, but unless there's some form of masochism it's not gonna be pleasant. I'd compare it to having your blood drawn though on a more spiritual level. A sharp sting at first followed by a draining sensation.

The moment you want to tap out, he'll comply and even then he's not daring to test the limits here. Your body completely relaxed against his as your soul is quite literally in his hands and in his mouth. The moment he suspects that enough is enough, your soul is returned to it's rightful place.

You're just kinda tired afterwards, not sore or hurt thanks to Fresh taking a level of tender care with it all but tired. You're gonna need a nap at least, if not several hours of proper sleep.

"You good broski?"

He'll haul you off and fully content to cuddle afterwards if that's the vibe you're fitting. Weirdly enough after the fact while he is literally refreshed (ha pun), he just seems to be a particular warm fuzzy mood. Dumbass jokes and quips never go away, they never do, but that constant fear he has? It suddenly died down a lot.

Again, the entire thing just solidified that he could trust you of all people which is really saying something given Fresh's stance is that he can't due to the nature of what he is. A parasite. Even those that like him seem to believe that he deserves to be snuffed out, avoided or are secretly terrified of him

Not you though.

Clearly this can't be a frequent thing, honestly you probably shouldn't have let him do it once let alone more than twice and it's questionable how fast souls can recover from it if at all. But you feel fine the next day after plenty of rest so make of that what you will. How willing Fresh is to keep rolling the dice is unclear.

Literally gonna call you a snacc tho because funny ha ha jokes aside he ain't wrong. But at least you're his favorite snacc right?

[crowfish-brainrot]

Since I want my mains to come home quickly for this next banner, I’m gonna yap my love for my mains because fuck I love them both so much.

Rafayel speaks to me, deeply, which is funny because he was my least favorite at first. I always liked all the LIs, but I fully expected to be a SnowCrow main. As wild as it is, Raf has become my number one favorite, which I didn’t expect!

Maybe it’s because I’m also an artist (though, with words versus painting), but I feel so seen by him. He loves so deeply, he feels so deeply, and all of it hides under a playful mask that makes it easier for him to face the sheer depth of his emotions. I’m much the same way. Also the way he shares his vulnerabilities with MC (like in his Nightly Rendezvous card “will you still like me if I become someone who only takes from you?”, Ebb & Flow “there’s still time to care for someone else,” and his entire spring event card) is so tender. He shows true maturity by expressing himself to her, and it’s so intimate.

I also love how he plays with MC! He goofs her, makes her flustered, teases her. He lets her overpower him because it’s fun for him, but he always takes back over & I just LOVE how they play off each other. Brat x brat is such a fun dynamic. I’m also a brat, so of course I love this.

He’s so passionate with MC, too. His spicy cards always get me so damn flustered! I can read the nastiest smut known to man & listen to most with a straight face but for some reason I blush to my ears when listening to his secret times 😂

I love when we see how dangerous he really is. The card where he protects MC from that creep? Swooon!! How creative he is when he kills people?? Hot. Hot. Hot!!! I personally think he’s actually THE biggest threat to MC, but he would rather die than hurt her, which is so 😩. Also he literally let his world fall apart rather than kill her and that does things to me. (Granted, all of them have done that to an extent, which is probably why I love all of them!)

Also, the way he yearns…? 😩 He’s waited 800 years for her. They’ve both died in each others arms, their love is star crossed but they still make their way back to each other in every lifetime & my heart can’t take it. I love him. I love how their bond gets stronger the more they love each other, because that is such a beautiful way of describing what happens when two people are together for a long time. Love only grows deeper. I know the next banner isn’t going to be a real wedding but I can’t wait for MC to be his WIFE instead of only his bride 😭😭😭😭

Now for Sylus.

He’s the entire reason I downloaded the game. My sister showed me Dragon Sylus & I was down bad immediately. I love a morally grey man, I’m a monster fucker, and I have a thing for deep voices so I was immediately in love.

Then I got into his story & lore. I cried at his dragon myth. I love Sylus so much because he is devotion. He chased MC through time and space. She has half of his soul, and you FEEL it through every interaction he has with MC. Yes he’s dangerous and kills people on the regular (which is hot in a fictional man, ngl), but what I love most about him is his softness. To MC & no one else. I’m a sucker for that, because I am also that way. I’m not a big fan of people, I don’t trust easily. But for my husband? I am the softest little thing. To everyone else? I will bite. He has that same energy & I loooove it!

Also I love how calm he is. How stable he is. How he encourages MC to want more, to do whatever she wants. I love that he inverts the Dark Romance Mafia Boss Archetype where he doesn’t control MC, he isn’t toxic toward her, and how he honors her power bc she isn’t a damsel he needs to save. I love that he wants her to be powerful and strong. I love that he challenges her. I also love how they don’t take either of each others bullshit 😂

I adore how much of a pathetic lover boy he is. It’s so cute. He’s so painfully in love with MC. How everything he’s ever done is for HER, to call her back to his side, to find her in all the vastness of space and time. I love his dominance. I love his confidence. The man speaks poetry & Magnum Opus truly is one of the best memories in the game. My heart can’t take it. Every time he talks to her after the face mask scene I melt all over again. I love how he tries to fit in her world, instead of just expecting her to fit into his. How much he tries for her is so fucking precious.

I also love how he plays with MC. It’s different than how Rafayel does, but it’s still playful banter, teasing, with a lot of back and forth. It’s so fun to watch them dance around one another and to see how they get under the other’s skin. I love how he finds joy in her audacity & bratiness. As a brat, I will always simp for a brat enabler!!!!

His spicy cards also have me in a chokehold. Every time I’m always blushing!!!! His playfulness seeps into the steamy cards, and it always gets me. How he and MC push/pull one another, how he teases her??? Please I’m dyiiiing every time! He’s so damn hungry for her, it’s just hot.

Again, the yearning. How he didn’t interfere in her life at all until she came to the N109 Zone, even though he saw her, knew where she was, etc. he waited for her to come to him, and then of course she didn’t remember him. How much that must’ve hurt after all he did for her. But, after a rough start he goes hands off and lets her come to him. He would’ve left her alone if she asked him to, but she ran for him & THAT scene made me all misty-eyed. He’s waited so long to have her in his arms, and he’d wait forever if that’s what she wanted. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her(which again, could be said about all of them, but I digress), & I can’t help but love him!!!

Sylus might be my number 2, but it’s by like maybe three points. I love both Sylus and Rafayel sm, & I can’t wait to ugly sob while watching the wedding banner. 😭😭😭

Come home quickly my husbands!!!!!!

[u1timat3-m0gg3r]

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🩸 Dexter Morgan x Y/N Romantic Headcanons (Canon-Compliant)

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🧠 Emotion & Detachment

Dexter doesn't fall in love easily—at least not in the way most people do. At first, he sees Y/N as someone who helps him appear normal. Another mask. But over time, that shifts in a way he can't fully explain.

He analyzes Y/N like a puzzle. What makes them tick, what they fear, what they crave. It's not initially about affection—it's about understanding. That need to observe eventually turns into something like... care.

He often narrates internal monologues about Y/N, questioning if what he feels is real. “This isn't love. I don't feel love. But when Y/N looks at me like that, something flinches. Is that what love feels like?”

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💉 Dark Passenger Dynamics

He keeps Y/N far from his Dark Passenger at first. They are a symbol of his humanity—whatever shred of it he believes he has left.

But the deeper their relationship goes, the more dangerous it gets. He’s constantly torn between protecting them and hiding who he really is.

If Y/N ever finds out his secret, he doesn’t immediately panic. Instead, he measures—do they scream? Do they judge? If they accept it, even in horror, he’s both relieved and disturbed.

If Y/N has a dark side of their own (e.g., vigilante tendencies or trauma that makes them understand him), Dexter finds this... oddly comforting. Maybe even arousing.

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🛁 Domestic Life

Acts of service are his love language. He’ll fix your car, clean your kitchen, or surprise you with your favorite snack—quietly, without needing praise.

He doesn’t do grand romantic gestures, but he’ll watch you sleep, memorize your schedule, and show up at your job with coffee—because he cares in the only way he knows how.

If you cry, he’s awkward at first. He’ll offer you tissues stiffly, then sit beside you in silence. But if someone caused you pain? Dexter’s already planning how to make them disappear.

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🔪 Jealousy & Possessiveness

Dexter rarely gets jealous in the traditional sense—but if someone hurts or flirts with Y/N in a way that feels threatening, the Dark Passenger growls. And it’s not above taking a knife to the problem.

He won’t admit it, but he gets possessive. Y/N becomes part of the small world that keeps his monster contained. Losing them could unravel everything.

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🩹 Vulnerability

Y/N is one of the few people who ever sees Dexter almost break. After a kill goes wrong, or when his double life starts to wear thin, he may come home—blood on his mind, if not his hands—and collapse into silence.

He never says “I love you” first. But when he does say it, it’s raw, trembling, and terrifying for him.

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📓 Bonus

Y/N once joked, “You’d kill for me, wouldn’t you?” and Dexter simply smiled. They still don’t know if he was joking.

He keeps a photo of Y/N tucked in the back of his blood slide box. Not to sentimentalize it—but as a reminder of what he’s protecting. Of what keeps the mask in place.

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[burningtacozombie]

"…who accidentally and unintentionally got addicted to prescription medication. […] It’s not like he got addicted to hard drugs…" that is exactly an argument Frank himself would make, this is an addict's argument. it's saying that because he's not falling asleep in a flop house with a needle in his arm his addiction is not "that bad". yes, of course it was accidentally. no one wakes up one morning thinking today is the day I want to become an addict. that it happened because he put trust in his own doctor, as a patient who just wanted the pain to go away, doesn't change the fact that he is now an addict. it doesn't make him less of an addict than someone who does fall asleep in a flop house. he is obviously very high functioning but an addict nontheless.

and let's talk for a moment why they prescribed Louie the Librium in the first place. I believe Louie got this drug, a muscle relaxant, for the shakes in his hands he had from the alcohol withdrawal. and I believe that's exactly what Frank took them for too. it was him who ordered them for Louie to begin with. and he said to Robby he was weaning himself off and Robby said he should have done that under the care of another doctor. I took from this that maybe Frank's drug of choice was painmeds and then he went off of it and took the benzos for the following withdrawal symptoms. because a doctor with shaking hands might not be a good idea. I don't think however that Frank's original addiction was the Librium, or benzos at all, to sleep or for their muscle relaxing properties or for anxiety or anything like that. the addiction is the painmeds, the benzos were "only" for the withdrawals because he was already trying to get away from the painkillers. that's what he said, the question is if that is believable. as a Frank Langdon apologist though I will give him the benefit of the doubt on that one until we get the whole story in season 2.

and yeah sure, Red Bull can mean something but it doesn't have to actually mean anything other than Frank enjoys one here and there. if it were me, I'd prefer Monster but okay, lol. are we going to headcanon Shen as a not-yet-exposed addict too because he drinks his caffeine in a ton of iced coffee? all I'm saying is, we don't actually know what's up with the RedBull either. and until season 2 maybe, hopefully, might give us answers for that one, for me the RedBull is just a RedBull. because waking up in the morning with two very young and probably loud children and then having to go to work to save lives sounds like he'd be exhausted before even walking into the hospital, lol.

About Frank Langdon’s addiction

I needed someone to make a full, long length detailed post about Frank Langdon’s accurate addiction so I can repost it here.

I keep seeing many misconceptions about his addiction and I just need(ed) to see a clarified, detailed, accurate post.

So I’m going to try to make an accurate, detailed post about it. Here is my understanding of benzos and Frank’s addiction based on research I tried to do and did my best to understand it (and I deeply need it to be talked about in season 2):

Santos went to Robby about missing pills and a tampered bottle of Lorazepam.

Lorazepam- the brand name for this medication is Ativan, drug in the Benzodiazepine class.

Robby finding Louie’s Librium in Frank’s locker.

Librium- drug in the Benzodiazepine class.

Do we know what the vial Santos couldn’t open was?

We actually don’t know what Dr. Hagan prescribed Frank. We can make an assumption it could’ve been in the benzos class drug because of the pills that have been tampered with and missing AND Frank saying “…muscle relaxants.”, Benzodiazepines are well known for their strong muscle-relaxing properties, but Frank also fully said the following:

Frank says to Robby, “Our own Dr. Hagan prescribed me some pain meds and muscle relaxants”, while explaining that it’s because he hurt his back helping his parents move (which isn’t a lie because he says, in the same scene to Robby, how he told Robby about hurting his back and Robby teased him for it).

Now this is where I may be wrong… Those saying that Frank was high or was chasing a high, which I don’t think is accurate.

Because while yes, recreational use of Benzodiazepines may make people feel a sense of euphoria/high… But if you look up Benzodiazepines symptoms you’ll notice it actually has a calming, lowing affect on those addicted. Drowsiness, depression, cognitive dysfunction, etc.

Lorazepam is used to treat anxiety and sleeping problems that are related to anxiety. Lorazepam is used to treat insomnia caused by anxiety or temporary situational stress. Lorazepam will help you feel calmer and it can help reduce your feelings of anxiety. It can also make you feel sleepy if you're having trouble falling asleep.

Frank stole Louie’s Librium. Librium is a sedative (sedatives are a broad class of prescription medications that slow your brain's activity. Common types include benzodiazepines and barbiturates) and hypnotic medication of the Benzodiazepines class. Librium is used to treat anxiety, insomnia, and symptoms of withdrawal from alcohol, Benzodiazepines, and other drugs. Librium is also used to discontinue long term use of other, shorter acting Benzodiazepines due to its long half life.

Frank is (or technically was because he’s going to be out of rehab in season 2) addicted to Benzodiazepines, which are a class of medications that slow down activity in your brain and nervous system. They’re most often used for treating anxiety and related mental health conditions, as well as brain-related conditions like seizures. They are usually a short-term treatment to help calm the nervous system and promote sleep. They are only available with a prescription and are highly addictive.

Benzodiazepines are not indicated for pain control, but they are frequently taken by pain patients. Benzodiazepines are not painkillers. They do not relieve pain. Benzodiazepines are well known for their strong muscle-relaxing properties and can be useful in the treatment of muscle spasms, although tolerance often develops to their muscle relaxant effects.

Until season 2 comes out and we possibly get more information then, we currently don’t know how long ago Frank hurt his back. We also currently don’t know how long Frank was taking the pills for. We also currently don’t even know what he was prescribed for by Dr. Hagan (I do think it’s a fair assumption it’s in the benzos class). We do know that he, for sure- not doubt about it- is an addict… He is a man, a doctor, who accidentally and unintentionally got addicted to prescription medication.

I’m tired of seeing the hate train on that. It’s not like he got addicted to hard drugs (i.e. cocaine, heroin, etc.). He got addicted to prescribed medication unintentionally.

The only thing he was completely at fault for was-

1) Stealing a patients medication and

2) Stealing from the hospital.

And he would’ve went to prison for it. Frank’s charge would’ve been Simple Possession of Illegal Prescription Medication and for first offense it would’ve been up to one year in prison and a $5,000 fine, plus other penalties including a six-month driver's license suspension- according to Pennsylvania laws and according to Google.

Also a little fact I picked up, we see Frank drinking Red Bull. At first, I just thought he liked drinking Red Bull 🤣 but then it took me a while to put the pieces together. Red Bull is a known energy drink while Benzos is well known for having a calming, sleepy effect. Red Bull is known for being an energy drink, caffeine that enters your bloodstream and then your heart rate and blood pressure start to rise. Benzos are known for basically being a calming, relaxant sleep aid.

So my thoughts and headcanon, but also not a headcanon, is that Frank would drink Red Bull in the morning and then take Benzos at night. Balancing each other. Kinda like staying awake in the morning with Red Bull, while falling asleep at night with Benzos.

I mostly wrote this for myself to understand Frank’s addiction. I hope I’m accurate and if I’m not, I’m relying on you guys to correct me.

Keep this in mind, I haven’t rewatched The Pitt yet and I watched it many months ago so I’m only relying on memory right now… So if I’m wrong about any of what I said, please go ahead and correct me. And if I forgot to add anything, also please go ahead and tell me.

[quibbs126]

A random thing I sometimes think about because I can’t stop thinking about Transformers crossovers, but I feel like TFP Optimus would just be having the worst time

Not externally mind you, he’d be happy to be there and meet his other counterparts and probably see people dead in his universe still alive, or the war in better shape for them. I think the struggle would be entirely internal and about his own guilt and worthiness of his role

Because as far as I can tell, excluding the comics because I haven’t read them, I think Transformers Prime has it going the worst for the Autobots. Their Cybertron is completely dead, and with little/no hope of reviving it until the Omega Lock. His team is so small because they’re some of the only Autobots left, and most who are absent are so because they died. And his Megatron is probably one of the worst ones, despite their previous history and the significance he has to this Optimus

Like he’s super serious and stoic, and his team say it’s because he’s a Prime, they’re just like that. But then they all meet the other versions of Optimus, all of which seem to have more life and personality in them, and things are going fine for them. These other versions of him are allowed to be people, which TFP Optimus seemingly denies himself, and it proves that this isn’t a general Optimus thing, this is something particular to their Optimus, they’ve got the depressed one. And Optimus probably wouldn’t have a good time seeing that not only are they able to be more of people than him, but the war seems to be going better for everyone else as well, as if him doing this was for nothing, but it’s not something he can undo now

And then there’s Earthspark Megatron. He’d be happy to see a version of Megatron actually changed his ways, but you know it’d hurt him to see that yes, it actually is possible for Megatron to change, his just won’t. And even if the Earthspark versions assure him that it isn’t his fault, as Megatron’s change of heart was more spurred by Dorothy, though Optimus’ faith in him absolutely helped, there’d still be the fact that his Megatron refuses to change like this one. Not only that, but again, learning that his is probably one of the worst, and probably one of the least likely to change (at least without other factors). Which would be crushing because of his internal hope that maybe Megatron could change, or the significance he couldn’t help but place on him because of their past, basically all being for nothing

Edit: another related thought to the Megatron situation, I imagine it’d be incredibly vindicating for Ratchet hearing that he’s right, their Megatron is horrible and probably one of the least deserving of a second chance. And while I’m sure Optimus has always known deep down that Ratchet’s correct, he’s always held out hope that he was wrong and Megatron could change, only to see that he was the one wrong for thinking it. I mean Ratchet would probably eventually consider Optimus’ feelings on the situation, but at least in the moment he’s just feeling the vindication

And as stated, there’s the fact that seemingly everyone else is doing better than his universe. TF One doesn’t count as much, since the war hasn’t even officially started there, but the others still do. Yes Earthspark and Cyberverse have dying planets, but they’re still alive (presumably in ES’s case) and have clear ways of reviving them by obtaining the AllSpark, which was lost. And it’s probably going to hit everyone that the universe (excluding One) where Cybertron is at its best and still has a pretty functional society is also the one where Optimus isn’t the leader of the Autobots and didn’t fight in the Autobot-Decepticon War. Like things maybe would have gone better for their people if Optimus wasn’t the leader

Now yes, it isn’t his fault he’s in the worst timeline; technically that’s the writers’ fault and in universe that’s probably more on Megatron’s shoulders than Optimus’. But I can definitely see him blaming himself, as he sees that he is not only the worst Optimus in terms of personality (by which this definition is more actually being a person, not so much moral fiber), but in terms of actions as well, and what they’ve led to. Which again, is untrue, but that’s how he sees it

I wouldn’t necessarily say it’d lead to a TFP Optimus crash out, since I don’t think that’s how he’d react to it. It’d be more like an implosion probably. But it still would be interesting to explore I think

[alphalesbian]

Kotozakura should have become yokozuna

[red-dyed-sarumane]

if ur "hear me out"s include human characters i'm assuming u have absolutely no idea what ur doing and have misunderstood the assignment completely

[primus-why]

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