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[jjwolves]

Merci who gets jealous mayhaps? X reader?

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 Just Run Away 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

What: 5 Jealous Merci X Reader Headcanons

Who: Merci, from ENA by Joel G

Images: Top -> ChobiLuck (Her VA!)

Warnings: Profanity, Very Softly Implied Sexual Content (if you squint)

Genre: Romance

Merci can be a bit rough around the edges, but she’s always watching over the people she cares about, often appearing in dangerous locations to warn them off or remind them not to get into trouble. Doubly so with someone she loves. It’s no surprise, then, that her mildly protective tendencies amp up when she’s watching over you. That would probably explain why she runs over and yells at people you’re talking with through the body language of the gods until they run away. She knows more about this place than you, right? Merci probably knows that they’re bad news. It’s not something so petty as jealousy. Probably.

Merci isn’t someone who is very talented at hiding her feelings. Generally, she likes to pretend that she’s cool and mysterious around you, a mask which slips almost immediately as her more negative feelings inevitably rise to the surface like candy in a newly-broken underwater pinata. She does her best to be tolerant of other people but she can’t stand it when they take your attention away from her. Friends and strangers visiting you pale when the strange masked woman behind you mimes a throat-slashing at them when you’re not looking. (Or, more accurately, a throat biting.) “Merci? You alright? You’ve been seeming a little… off, today.” “Ugh… That girl we talked to… She just pisses me off!” “Whoa.”

Merci’s an artist, so she eventually invites you to her performance of the “Sacred Contortion Art” (her words). She gives you little tickets that you’re pretty sure she made herself. “Feed me the ticket whenever you want to view an incredible spectacle!” Once, another strange friend you’d made told you that they wanted to see something grand before they went to the Saccharine Door and moved away to another world. You remembered Merci’s tickets in your pocket and decided that it’d be a good time to put them to use and cross a point off of your friend’s bucket list. You brought your friend to Merci and got out the tickets. “Merci, this is a pal of mine. I can pay for both of us, right?” “What? No. What are you talking about? Those are for you, not this prick.” “Huh?” Your friend had no idea what she was saying, and the next thing they knew they were being pushed out the door by Merci as she called them a “fucking pervert.” She never elaborated on this.

She subtly competes with others for your affection after you’re done visiting them, especially if they displayed some sort of artistic talent that you were enchanted by. You visited a friend whose painting skill impressed you, even if the painting was of dancing watermelons and you were pretty sure the paint was whispering to you. The next time you find Merci, she’s sitting at an easel and trying to cover up what she’s working on. “No! It’s not done yet! No peeking or I’ll kick your ass!” You went on to visit someone who stretched into various shapes like rubber and you were amazed. When you and Merci watch a scary movie together the following night, you look over to see her impressively contorting into various unnatural shapes on the couch. “I’m just getting comfortable.” You and Merci passed through a restaurant and observed a lamp-headed chef gracefully tossing cooked rocks around and back into the pan. “He’s really good at that,” you said. Big mistake. You had dinner later, Merci soundlessly indicating that she’d be the one to cook, pantomiming the chef’s motions. Before you could say anything, she turned the oven on full and flames erupted forth, nearly burning her. She jumped back and turned it off, and then did it all over again. You had no choice but to usher her out of the kitchen and take over for her. “Sorry, I usually don’t cook… I just have to pretend to eat and I’m fine.”

Merci is someone who offers you a lot of compliments even if you don’t deserve them, and she’s great at supplying them in a tone that’s very matter-of-fact. “You have excellent taste, and I’d know.” “Those guys are clearly lucky to have you.” “You’re beautiful, obviously. I didn’t invent that idea myself.” The truth is that it goes both ways. A lot of the insecurities that bring this behaviour out of her can be vanquished with some honest affirmation, the way a dream-eater is vanquished with a ghoul-swatter (which you’re thankful Merci taught you). “Merci, you’re getting worked up for nothing. You’re the one I love! You’re smart, you’re funny… I probably wouldn’t be alive, even, without you. And you’re a true artist, too. So please… Don’t stress out over this.” Merci stroked your cheek before planting a hand-kiss there. Her voice was unusually tender. “Oh, love… You have no idea how much… your words do for me. How much you do for me.” Merci tried to reign it in from then on, but it was an uphill battle. Her love ran deep. But you loved her just as much.

A/N: Sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy!

[jjwolves]

Hi! just wanna request ( you dont have to abswer ofc) any ena hc you have? ooor maybe some moonie ones?

─ ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── Yellow Magic, Blue Miracle ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆─

What: 5 ENA X Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

Who: ENA, from ENA by Joel G

How Much: ~800 words; reading time ~3 mins

Images: Top -> Joel G; Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: None

Genre: Romance

ENA is pretty unaware of romance in general, at least starting out. She doesn’t have a very good reference point for your feelings, nor her feelings for you. But she does start to feel… very strongly about you the more you two hang out and go on adventures together. “I mess up everything I touch! I’m a disaster!” she wailed once when the two of you were stuck in a vat of glitter glue. “Don’t say that!” you yelled back. ENA’s face flickered. “You’re the only reason we even got this far! Give yourself more credit!” How confounding! On one hand, you sounded angry, but on the other, your words were encouraging. This was a puzzle she looked forward to solving.

Upon figuring some things out after reading a scroll on the subject made out of a butterfly’s wing (many thanks, love scroll!), ENA makes a beeline for wherever you are, obstacles be damned. She finds you and, yellow side as polite and unclear as usual, says, “The butterfly scroll has opened the shower curtain for me, and I’m now rinsing off the grime of formality.” “What?” A turn of the head and a pass of the emotional baton. “I was thinking that you loved me… But you don’t even know what I’m talking about!!” Before she can cry more than she already has, you take her hands, one soft and one blocky, and tell her the truth. “ENA, I do love you.” Her eyes widen and she’s buffering. "T-Truly?" But when she recovers from her stutter she’ll be crashing back into sunshine-colors in no time. You two adapt to the new relationship pretty quickly; it’s essentially just your friendship but with a new side unlocked. And she’ll need a new nickname for you to accommodate this, of course. She can’t call you “my good chum” anymore, so she calls you “my good love”. She says that it’s a reasonable meeting point. She assured you that “good” was the most accurate descriptor that she could grant your new title.

ENA is weird, obviously, and while you love her for it, it takes you time to adjust to her behavior now that you’re close. That is to say, she’s not the most stable person. When she thinks you’re hurt, emotionally or physically, she goes into panic mode. If ENA finds you crying, or bruised, or clutching a new sprain, she’s already blue, white and running around, her arms flailing and knocking things over. You’re flattered that it means so much to her… but there are times when it’s seriously inconvenient. If a poor soul enters ENA’s panic bubble when you’re near, she’ll be running over to them to frantically swat them away and cause a scene before running back to you and freaking out some more.

ENA’s sunshine-y side is big on chivalry, and while she wouldn’t hesitate to show a cartoon animal sent to assassinate her the common decency of saying “Hello, good sir!” before running away, she cranks it up to eleven with you around and becomes the most unhinged gentlewoman you may ever meet. She’s the type to run ahead and pull open a door for you, beckoning you inside. “May your feet march on unimpeded, my good love!” You stop at her side and raise an eyebrow. “That’s not the door we need to go in, but thanks.” She blinks once and you wince as she lets it slam shut. Loudly. Like, echoing. Another time, there was a puddle of acid on the ground you could easily walk around (or jump across if you could afford to lose some skin). ENA, sweetheart she is, plucked a coat off a nearby stranger and set it over the puddle for you. “The one I love should never have to fear a goopy fate.” Then the tall, imposing, and now jacketless shadow she stole from turned to you both and his hands became knives, so you two agreed that it was time to get the heck out of there.

Being so close to ENA means that you end up finding new sides to her you didn’t know existed. Everyone knows about her yellow and blue sides if they’ve known her for more than a minute. But she trusts you wholeheartedly with other sides of her that might be less palatable to other people. If she’s drunk, sick, or high off some strange substance or fae mood she encountered, she doesn’t feel the need to suppress her more monstrous forms, where she grows paler, darker, twisted, ceremonial. Instead, ENA just splays herself out on the couch next to you with her horns and flames jutting out of one side and a mischievous pale face smiling eerily from another, crawling over to you and laying in your lap. You both fall asleep pretty easily given the circumstances, resting in the home you found within each other. As you start to drift off, ENA’s regular face, now a symbol resting on her forehead, blushes and closes its eyes.

A/N: I hope that classic ENA is alright for now. I will probably do a Moony one in the near future. Or I may do one where they're both involved and one is the wingman for the other or something similar. Also, when I read ENA fics, I feel like they try to paper over ENA's blue side a lot, but I feel like it's a pretty important part of who she is, at least pre-Temptation stairway, so it's included pretty heavily here. Happy reading! More to come soon...

[jjwolves]

‧˚₊•┈୨୧ KANE X READER: "99% QUIT" ୨୧┈•‧˚₊

Fandom: ENA Dream BBQ; Kane and above image belongs to JoelG

10 Headcanons on Kane X Reader

Inspired by @pukefactory and their amazing work in the fandom.

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First things first, it's important to remember that Kane is a party animal first and foremost. As a result, he ends up pulling you along to whatever celebrations are going on. Quality time is definitely his love language, and partying hard is what he spends the most time doing. What could be better than mixing the two things he loves most? Dancing while drunk, getting lost in the moment and in each other... This is what the relationship is all about to him: passion and good times.

He really perks up when you tag along with him to whatever (potentially illegal) event he's had his eyes on. "Just let them know that you're with me! They know me. AAAH, this is going to be amazing! Are you ready to party hearty?!" When you arrive at the event he not-so-subtly shows you off to everyone you two meet like you're an attraction. "Look closely! Observe the sparkling eyes and beautiful hair of a rare creature from faraway lands! And they're all mine! HA! Suckers!"

If you're an introvert, he'll be the kind of person who works at coaxing you out of your shell. He won't say it to you this way, but he'll feel responsible, oddly enough, for you living an exhilarating life, and he firmly believes that's worth any amount of trouble you two end up getting into. "The book will still be sleeping like a sluggard when you get back. But a party runs when you approach. Let's go! Let's chase that wild animal!" He'll take your hand and pull you through whatever portal leads to something exciting. If you're feeling like staying in, he's gonna literally carry you there. Kane can be kind of insensitive towards your desires to recharge your social batteries, but at the end of the day he just wants to save you from becoming a wallflower. And not the ones that grow in holy gardens and talk to you about sharing a spot of tea with them.

If you don't wanna go with him and you really dig your heels in, he really will just go without you. But he'll hesitate with his coin-hand on the door handle. "Last chance! Last last chance! I'm really gonna be going now. Fun is calling. I'm really gonna be going." He'll get to the event that he wanted to go to so bad but he won't be having as much fun as he thought he would without you. He'll be dancing with moth breakdancers and challenging an origami jester to a party popper eating contest and he'll win, coin-arms held triumphantly in the air and dancing, but his mouth will be a straight line the whole time. He’ll get home to find you asleep already and he’ll woozily sit next to the bed without saying anything, feeling like there's something he should be learning from this, but struggling to grasp it due to his being slightly… “sedated”.

From then on, he tries to make you feel more included in the activities you two do together. If you want to stay home, he's learned to adjust to that now. But you have to remember that he's an energetic guy and you’ll have to meet him there or he will go crazy. He'll be busting out playing cards, dice or some sort of polyhedron with glowing dots on it and meet you halfway. If you have work to do then he will always be fiddling with something, throwing a ball at the wall over and over or eating something illegal.

If you’re an extrovert, you and Kane feed off each other’s energy. When the sky is dark, you two will run around and take turns trying to be louder than each other. Kane will try to make you laugh as he approaches strangers and confuses them with parlor tricks. Once in a while, he’ll pull a nasty trick and con someone out of some money or a magical sandwich, or something. You know that it’s serious once he does it, but it’s hard to be strait-laced about it; Kane makes some seriously ridiculous faces when he’s nervous. When things get dangerous, Kane takes you by the hand and runs. You two bolt through secret passageways and climb through windows, laughing like maniacs all the way home while the entity who was about to turn you two into corpses has no choice but to take their licks and move on.

Kane doesn’t outright say it, but he loves teaching you things. Something about the way your face lights up in surprise when he shows you a secret shortcut to an illegal casino or tricks you with a four-sided playing card tickles him like that bowl of dragon punch he drank at the Rain Gathering, but deeper, like something about this is good for him. Making him strong, and healthy, and rich in ways he never could’ve gambled for. If you’re not familiar, expect to learn many games of chance. This also means that he always brings extra “goods” back from his “affable conspirators” so that you can try some. One time he returned with a black, ribboned lollipop with a tiny version of your face in the middle. “Don’t take too many licks like a simpleton. Next thing you know you’ll wake up as a fairy. Trust me, you wouldn’t do well as one. Take your time.” You still had wings for a few days after that regardless. “Alright, I guess the dosage was a lot stronger than I was told. Live and learn!” Kane turned his head and sneezed some pixie dust. “W-wait, mine too?!”

Kane claims to have "the blessing of the DOORS!" when you play against him in poker, but you usually beat him because his eyes not-so-subtly shift to the side when he bluffs. Is he really that bad at poker? Is he letting you win? You’ll never know, and that’s the real trick. Once in a while he'll fold back into his piggy-bank form and challenge you to hit as many coin tosses into him as you can, which is admittedly difficult since his coins are huge. Normally he doesn’t let anybody touch him or pick him up in his piggy-bank form, but if it’s his beloved then he’s fine with you carrying him around. Just don’t drop him. If you have a habit of being a klutz, don’t feel too offended by his apprehension. “You know that you’re my good luck charm, right? It’s just… picking up my effigy and stuff… It’s a bit too much of a gamble even for me, eheheh!”

Kane has three days: OK days, where he does what he wants to do but you can’t hang out; great days, where he gets to spend a lot of time with you; and meteor days. Some days the meteors are really gunning for him. It’s like a sickness that flares up, a fever that leaves asymptomatic and returns with a vengeance. He claims to be made of tough stuff and he prides himself on his lawless luck, but there are times where he gets hit and taken out before coming to a few hours later. One of your worst experiences with him was when you two first started dating and one of the flaming chunks of space-rock hit him and took him out. You were shocked beyond words. Not knowing what to do, you called one of his contacts named, simply, “Doctor”. The shady character arrived, clearly unhinged, and insisted that you had very little time to “harvest his coins”. Thankfully, Kane pulled himself together and zipped away with you in tow. You spent over an hour thinking he was dead, and he was mortified that he had forgotten to mention the “being blown to space-dust” part.

If one of his meteors is ever hurtling your way, you can guarantee that despite Kane’s ditzy, slightly selfish personality, he will always push you out of the way and make sure you’re safe. If he can sense that he’s going to be having a flare-up day, he stays away and hides in his piggy-bank form. He can’t bear to see you hurt. Unfortunately, if you want to speak to him, you’ll have to go on a scavenger hunt for him. He can be pretty creative with places to nestle into when in his smaller form. If you find him, tell him you love him and that you’re not gonna leave him alone to deal with whatever this meteor curse thing is. He needs to hear what you're going to say. And bring a reinforced metal umbrella. If you do these things, he’ll be stunned with gratitude, but above all else, he’ll be reassured that being yours was never a gamble at all; you’ll know that you’re truly his lifetime good luck charm, and he's yours.

[jjwolves]

that mitu fic was adorbs!!!!! i love the little spellings. if i could ask, which character from joel g's ur fav? ( my ones ena both web and dream bbq!, tho moonie does come to a close second including froggy)

It makes me happy to know you liked it!!

I’d have to choose webseries ENA and Taski Maiden. OG ENA was a pretty big comfort character for me before I even knew what “comfort character” meant, and Taski is just a weird little gremlin but for some reason I crush on her. Idk, she cute.

I like the girls from Hands Up as well, but if I’m being honest I feel like I like the ENA characters a million times more because no other characters exist that look like them (or even act like them, usually) at all.

Thanks for asking!

[jjwolves]

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ Everyday, I Go To Sleep ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

What: 5 Mitu X Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

Who: Mitu, from ENA Dream BBQ by Joel G

How Much: ~500 words; reading time ~2 mins

Images: Top -> Joel G; Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: Mention of Blood(?)

Genre: Romance

† Mitu’s never really had someone else in her life before, so she felt a connection with you when you took part in her game. “You’re on F-I-R-E tonight! Kyahaha!” “Well, I’ve always liked word games,” you said. She smugly but fondly poked you in the forehead. Normally her game was life and death, and it felt like it. She liked the high risk involved–it gave her a real R-U-S-H. But with you around, it felt more like settling into a chair for game night, or something. C-O-Z-Y!

† Mitu is always looking for energy to burn off and for something to do. When you’re out with her, she zips around like a pencil passing through letters on a wordsearch. You could be in the middle of talking to someone when Mitu sees something that captures her attention, at which point she’ll whisk you away like a spider descending on a fly and sit you in front of whatever she wants you to see. “See!? I T-O-L-D you it was C-O-O-L! Don’t be such a C-R-A-B!”

† You help her with her game because it’s fun, but beyond that it’s simply about keeping her safe. “Can you help me get this jar open? I need the moths inside it,” you say, to which she replies, “I suppose I can take a C-R-A-C… er–oh boy.” She started to look a little blue. “Oh! Oh! You mean you’ll take a S-T-A-B at it?” “Y-yes! A S-T-A-B at it. Phew…” If she’s flailing and you help her before she gets “punished”, she’s grateful for the help but she also gets a little miffed. She takes great pride in her death-defying game skills, so no offense, but it’s like taking a knife-juggler’s blades and giving them rubber balls instead. She feels like you’re handling her with kiddie gloves. “I know I should T-H-A-N-K you for the H-A-N-D, but this is MY--

G-A-M-E! I’m no B-A-B-Y!”

† Mitu is very physically affectionate. She’ll surprise you by swinging from the ceiling like an axe and kissing you. This occasionally knocks you over. She’ll pick you up and twirl you around in the air, joking about letting you F-A-L-L, but she’d never really do that. She’ll let you grab her hands and hang off of her, like a zipline! She’ll quietly descend behind you and squeeze you with a bone-crushing hug. “Mitu… T-too tight.” “Can’t H-E-L-P it! I’m H-E-A-D over H-E-E-L for you! Kyahakyaha!”

† Mitu likes to tease you in lots of little ways. One of her go-tos is shoving her way into whatever you're doing and making you arbitrarily choose between two things. You can’t watch whatever movie you want on your own; you have to watch one of these two movies with her. The lunch you thought you were going to have at home? You’re having it with Mitu, it turns out, because she’s here now. And you have to choose between llama meat and a potato. You asked her why you had to choose one, to which she answered, or rather didn’t answer your question at all. “Can’t H-A-V-E everything! Sacrifices to be M-A-D-E, you know? Blood to G-U-S-H. Veins to L-E-A-K. Yuckyyy. But true.”

[jjwolves]

Our team looked into this mime deficiency issue and attempted to partially resolve it.

there is an upsettingly lacking amount of merci x reader content

[jjwolves]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ DEAD INSIDE, THE INNER MIND ┈┈┈┈

What: 10 Merci X Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

Who: Merci, from ENA by Joel G

How Much: ~1,200 words; reading time ~4 mins

Images: Top -> Joel G; Divider -> @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Warnings: Profanity

Genre: Romance

✄ Merci’s “body language of the gods” can be easily misunderstood. She’ll scream out a warning to passerby about the dangers of this cursed place, and they continue on, blissfully unaware of the ruin which befalls any who enter. She’ll cuss out someone who bowled her over in a rush to get into the Cosmic Dervish before the gate closes and they’ll offer a quick “thank you” and a thumbs up. She wasn’t giving them directions, dammit! And she’ll confess that she cares a lot about you one day, sidling up next to you, and you’ll think she says, “Stay safe out there!” Fucks’ sake. Of all the times to read her words as warnings.

✄ Direct communication seems to be off the table, since everyone who hears her happens to be a dumbass. As a result, she ends up trying to lay her feelings out in a way that is hard to misinterpret. In the evening (if time ever really mattered), the first thing you see when you come home is the stark white of Merci’s mask and gloves, her silhouette leaned against a nearby hand-tree. When you sit on a rock next to her, she offers you some sake and you drink together in kind, warm quiet. And if the quiet happens to be kind of cool instead, the sake more than makes up the difference.

✄ Usually Merci prefers to stay covered in obscurity, making sure you’re safe from afar and only emerging to angrily stomp over and drag you away from things which could harm you, trick you or warp you into something else… But suddenly she begins appearing more regularly in your life, summoning herself to your side without the need of shadow to hide her. (And by shadow, I of course mean comically contorting perfectly into the shape of a tree or rock she’s hiding behind so you don’t see her). 

✄ Her love language is quality time and words of affirmation (ironically). When you tell her how cool she is, how safe you feel with her around, how weird and awesome her hand-puppet-mouths are, or really just about anything else, she playfully pokes you with her stick in what is likely a metaphorical slip of the mask on her part, but she doesn’t care. She’s flustered and sweating and trying to play it off. “Thanks, pal!” you hear her say. She said you were ‘fine as hell, yourself,’ how do these mistranslations keep happening!?

✄ At first you view her as an aloof, mysterious artist who sagely observes from afar. She does her best to keep this appearance up because she likes to be cool for you. “I kind of get the feeling that everything you do has a lot of intention behind it. I like that,” you say, and Merci replies by relaxing her posture, like she’s saying no big deal. Don’t lose your head over it. The truth is, though, that she’s stuck in an invisible maze due to her communication problems–a struggle many mimes undoubtedly endure, in both regards. It’s difficult to navigate her feelings for you while maintaining the “cool, silent mentor” character she crafted for herself. But this character is held together with stylish monochromatic tape and entirely self-imagined poise. 

✄ When Merci gets frustrated with something, her stoic facade pretty much instantly shatters to pieces as she starts stomping, banging her head into walls and launching into a dance routine of rage. Her hands curse and yell and hurl whatever mad libs profanity the insult factory in her brain slapped together and had moving on the conveyor belt. She’s surprised, after she’s done blowing off steam, that you’re still standing there, patting her back. Smiling comfortingly, maybe even a touch amused. You don’t say anything, keeping with the silence routine. But you think that you want to try to understand Merci a little better.

✄ Merci eventually learns that you like her for her, and not the super cool, aloof master that she thinks you believed her to be. “I never really thought that you were super stoic all the time,” you admit one day. “I dunno, I just thought it was charming you went so out of your way to impress me. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by calling you out. I like you for who you are.” Merci shakes her head while leaning against a nearby wall. Her hand speaks for the first time in a while. “I guess I’m not as good of a performance artist as I thought,” she muses. “Heh. Yeah, you need some practice.” She startles, and says, “Wait–wait. Fuck. You understood me!” You’re surprised by this, too; you hadn’t even noticed you were hearing her words as intended until now. It seems you finally understood the body language of the gods. Or at least your girlfriend.

✄ Not long after you had begun to understand Merci better, your relationship took a bend towards the romantic. It was fairly natural; one day you realized that you two spend a lot of time together and cared a lot for each other. One day you realized, hey, Merci sure likes making me laugh, spending half of her time at my house, and kissing me with her mouth-hand-puppets. Oh. How had you not noticed? A part of you was glad to have skipped over the awkward date proposal part and gone straight to where you both wanted the relationship to be. It was a soundless and graceful arrangement which glided into place like a silent performer in the dark.

✄ One of your favorite hangout spots is the one with the yellow sky and the bridges made out of beads, feathers and string. Once in a while, a plane with party streamers on it passes overhead to play music nobody wants to hear. You come here often, holding a balance competition to see which one of you can last the longest standing on top of a pole. Merci usually wins but tries to make it sound like you were a lot closer to winning than you were. At one point, an obnoxious Diet Blood trader makes their presence known with the clattering of their cart and their shouts for you, pressing you two for directions. Merci’s mouths are already firing off. “Take the left bridge and be prepared for the dangerous terrain that follows. Good luck!” The trader takes her advice, but you two snicker as he leaves. It’d be hard to explain to him that Merci actually said that she and her partner were busy and that annoying fucks like him should go find a ditch to lie in.

✄ Merci is a little bit overprotective of you. Despite the whole “sage overseer” schtick she defaulted to when she didn’t know how to interact with you very well yet, she’s still an experienced and slightly world-weary soul. She cares a lot about you and likes to hover around you like heady perfume. When you go somewhere, she has a tendency to invite herself along without asking. She has to keep your dumbass out of trouble. If someone’s mistreating you or swindling you, then Merci will swoop in to fight in your corner. This usually involves walking up to the confrontation and immediately throwing an unhinged, screaming tantrum at the offender until they leave. Once they’re gone, expect a hand-smooch from a victorious Merci waiting for you to praise her for her splendid defense.

A/N: I had fun writing this. If there's requests anyone has for ENA-related stuff like this, then send them my way. Merci has a fun design and her mistranslated dialogue interests me a lot, so I tried to run with it. It's kind of impossible to say regarding canon, but for these headcanons, the mistranslation thing is a Merci-specific issue and not just a weird area effect. Although, if we start saying that ENA's inability to understand Merci is Merci-specific, then my boy Robert has this problem too. Hmm. Fuel for thought.