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_Spoilers btw |_

I implore everyone to play Antonblast immediately
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There’s just something extremely touching about watching Izutsumi work through a wide range of emotions when she sees Marcille cry for the first time.
She’s sleeping on Marcille’s lap when it happens—something she hadn’t willingly done since her human consciousness was subdued in the Golden Country.

Izutsumi was initially very embarrassed when she remembered showing Marcille such unbridled affection when her monster (cat) side had full control in Melini. But now, shortly after, she did it again without any fuss, seemingly over this embarrassment.
But when she notices Marcille crying—not crying expressive tears over a situation with low stakes, but tears of real sorrow and loss—Izutsumi physically recoils.


She reacts with the childlike fear and panic that one feels when someone they heavily rely on and trust (like a parent or teacher) shows vulnerability, doubt, or weakness. She lashes out, trying to use words of reproach to get Marcille to stop crying. Or, in childlike terms, to try to force Marcille’s pain go away.
When that doesn’t work, we see her physically struggle as she tries to sit by and wait it out. But Izutsumi can’t do it.


Marcille’s pain causes her so much intense distress that Izutsumi immediately offers physical affection as a response—something she has not done for anyone up to this point.

When Senshi told the party about his traumatic backstory, Izutsumi did not touch him. She did support him, tried to offer words of comfort, but she did not embrace him like the others did. Maybe she didn’t know how; maybe she didn’t have a proper example on what comforting someone looked like. But she saw all three of them reach for Senshi, she saw them hold him in their arms, and anchor him as he cried.
This is the first time another party member has cried out of sadness since that moment. It’s possible that she saw how the others helped Senshi, and maybe, subconsciously, she saw that it worked. That it made him feel better.



She is clearly unused to it, and has her own rollercoaster of emotions as Marcille gratefully accepts the comfort Izutsumi is offering her. But it helps. It helps Marcille immediately, and Izutsumi knows this.

These acts of vulnerability are foreign to her, and thus make her feel uncomfortable, but she lets Marcille lean on her afterwards anyway. She wanted Marcille to be okay, wanted it so badly, that she accidentally overcame an emotional obstacle she never even knew she had.
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Smelting Black Dragon ~ Dire Miralis

My Monster Hunter mood will never end
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Greyhound studies but they're Suicune
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So. T'was destiny that I, too, blossomed into queerhood






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Happy Godzilla Day, everyone

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Rough sea dragon time

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FUCK these crabs in particular


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Vent doodles bc I got news that has my brain fuckin rattled rn



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Reblogging bc I, too, made an orng
these exist now I guess
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Luz hurried to the den, giddy with excitement. “Guys, you gotta see-”
“Shhh.” Willow held a finger to her lips, but what Luz saw on the couch had already stopped her short.
In truth, it took a second for the tangle of limbs to resolve into a clear picture. It was Willow, her right arm wrapped around Hunter, and Hunter out like a light: his head precariously balanced at the crook of Willow’s neck, with Willow clearly holding as still as she could to keep him from falling into her lap. Mouth slightly ajar, forelock tickling her chin, he looked more peaceful than he had since they arrived here. No wonder Willow was suffering him like an owner pinned by a purring cat.
Not that she looked to be suffering.
Luz squished her own cheeks, making the face she made at anything cute or halfway sentimental. She stage whispered so as to not wake him, “Oh my goodness, look at him! How long-”
Willow couldn’t help the crooked smile on her face. “A few minutes, I guess. We were just talking-” The way her smile flickered gave Luz an idea of the weight of the topic, the two of them having a quiet moment together. “-and I… I gave him a hug, and… Well.”
“And he just collapsed?” Luz’s eyes were shining. Hunter had a soft side! His kill switch was HUGS!! She checked over her shoulder, making sure no one came barging in like she did, and whipped out her phone to immortalize the scene.
Willow blushed, side-eyeing Hunter in her arms. It was true he hadn’t agreed to a photo opp, but she wasn’t going to tell Luz no, either.
“This is just for you,” Luz promised, and snapped a picture: Hunter close to drooling on his friend, Willow looking like she didn’t mind one bit.
She gave a small smile in thanks, and Luz tucked her phone away, saying, “When he wakes up, meet us outside, okay? Gus and Amity just discovered squirrels.”
Willow frowned. “What’s a squir-rel?”
A smug look. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” With a little fingergun goodbye, she headed for the patio door.
Willow glanced at Hunter, still dreaming, pressed against her side, and decided the mystery could wait a little longer.
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Beating the Shit Out Of My Ex In a Back Alley During Mardi Gras
Explaining an Owl House episode badly part 30 - Follies At The Coven Day Parade
I music fight my ex in a Coven Day Parade alleyway.
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The second he started stuffing it in there, all I could say was "oh, here he goes"
When your hamster shoves an entire stick of zucchini in his cheek and then goes about his day. 🤣
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