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thank you for trying it out . . ! ! i might make dif versions of the bingo . . like mmj miku . . or niigo ,, if y have aany ideas nn requests please tell me ! ! i love making people happy! ( hhow does tumblr work . . is this hhow you respond to reblogs. . )

ii … watched the movie . . . it might be inaccurate. . an excuse to watch it again (/j) . .

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ii … watched the movie . . . it might be inaccurate. . an excuse to watch it again (/j) . .

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wwannna write ssooo bad . . . but i dk what to write ! ! !

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[kururreal]

“textbook definition of unhealthy relationships and codependence, the sinner needs the saint like one needs air to breathe.”

𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ HEADCANONS ‹3

synopsis: you’re a new villain in to town. your villain motivations? to make the world lazier. “Hardworking people deserve a break too!” you said when you decided to be a villain.

notes: when you have a banger idea but you’re too shy to request it so you decided to lock in and write it yourself

BRUCE WAYNE / BATMAN :

You, the villain, are unassuming, quiet, playful, and not at all threatening in the traditional sense.

Your ideology?

“Hardworking people deserve rest too.”

That’s it. That’s the threat. That’s the infection.

You're not inciting a rebellion. You’re not taking over Gotham.

You're breaking the tempo.

And Bruce, who has survived purely because of his rhythm, his need to act, to control, to do, doesn’t even know why you bother him so much.

You don’t interrupt his work.

You exist beside it.

And that’s worse.

He doesn’t stalk you.

He doesn’t collect data.

He doesn’t care about you as a person.

What he does is this:

Every time you do something visible, Bruce makes himself forget it.

He catalogs the moment. names, actions, timestamp, visuals.. and then buries it in the Batcomputer under a false keyword, as if tucking away a dead language no one speaks.

Why?

Because something in him knows that if he integrates you, your ideas will change him.

And he cannot change.

So instead, he creates a personal information void around you.

He’s aware of you, sure. But vaguely. He reduces you to fog.

He sees the effects of your actions. lower hospitalizations, spontaneous street naps, people smiling on buses, and each time, instead of analyzing it, he tells himself:

“I must have missed something. That can’t be related.”

You’re a file he deliberately misfiles every single time.

He doesn’t think you’re evil.

He doesn’t even think you’re dangerous.

What you are to him is nonfunctional.

You don’t fit in the machine of Gotham, and yet, you don’t break it either.

That’s what bothers him.

You’re like a light in the Cave that flickers at random. Not bright. Not broken. Just irregular.

And Bruce can’t abide irregularity.

You don’t behave like a threat.

You behave like something Gotham didn’t ask for, didn’t want, but didn’t reject.

And so in his mind, you become a corrupted file.

He won’t delete you.

But he won’t access you either.

He won’t say your name out loud.

He won’t acknowledge your philosophy as real.

He will let you float in a corner of his mind like a half-erased name on a gravestone.

not possession, not violence, not protection.

It’s refusal.

You become the one thing he cannot categorize, assimilate, or dominate. and so his mind begins to loop, stall, fracture around you like code that can’t compile.

He doesn’t shift the world around you.

He shifts his perception of the world so it doesn’t include you.

And that is how he obsesses.

He spends energy every day not thinking about you.

He spends time burying every sign of your ideology beneath noise.

He sees the results of your actions and thinks, “That must be someone else.”

You have become a ghost in his operating system.

And no matter how much he pretends otherwise, he leaves a space for you in the back of his mind. a blank, untouched memory folder that he checks and forgets and checks again.

Over and over.

“Must’ve been the wind” aahhh 🥀🥀

Batman’s brand of platonic yandere here is based not on holding you close, but on keeping you mentally un-formed. The obsession lives in how hard he works to push you out of the framework of his reality, and how much space that act starts to take up inside him.

Think:

“If I look at this thing directly, I might change in a way I can’t reverse. So instead, I’ll trap it in the periphery of my mind and patrol that space every night like a prison guard.”

He’s not protecting you. He’s protecting himself from what knowing you would do to him.

And that’s what makes it yandere. because the compulsion wins anyway.

You become a phantom entry in every report.

He avoids naming you, but you’re in every system, just buried, twisted, refracted.

He avoids thinking of your ideology, but it echoes in his decisions.

He avoids, avoids, avoids! but builds a structure of constant micro-management around the avoidance.

Which is obsession.

When he feels anything about you, he instinctively redirects it.

He feels intrigued → labels it “threat curiosity.”

He feels admiration → labels it “disinformation alert.”

He feels challenged → labels it “cognitive tension.”

He feels something like envy → shuts the thought down completely.

He has trained himself to treat emotion like misinformation.

So anything that comes from you is automatically re-routed into threat analysis, system hygiene, containment strategy. no matter how unrelated.

But the mental effort to keep doing that, day after day?

It’s a mental shrine he doesn’t realize he’s kneeling at.

On paper, he doesn’t care.

In his mind, he’s neutral. Unmoved. Not curious.

But the reality?

He’s built an entire moral firewall around you.

He won’t speak about you aloud.

He won’t let others mention you. (Someone brings you up once. Bruce doesn’t look at them and says “Irrelevant.” Conversation ends.)

He doesn’t allow you to become a symbol, but doesn’t allow you to disappear either.

He refuses to define your motivations. but never stops cataloguing them.

He convinces himself you’re just another anomaly.

But he checks for your presence like people check for ghosts. subtly, religiously, never admitting they believe.

He is obsessed in the most existential way.

Not because he wants to own you.

Not because he wants to protect you.

But because you are the only thing he cannot assimilate into his mental universe, and instead of confronting that?

He builds an invisible mausoleum to you in his psyche.

And guards it.

For years.

He isn’t trying to break you or save you. He’s trying to neutralize your presence in his mental ecosystem… and failing.

And because he fails, he’s doomed to orbit you in silence, forever maintaining a structure whose entire purpose is to pretend you aren’t there.

And that’s obsession. That’s love twisted beyond recognition. That’s yandere.

He has built you a throne by refusing to look at it.

Forget usual tropes for a sec. Strip it to its bones.

At its deepest level, yandere means: an overwhelming, irrational fixation on a person

That fixation overrides normal logic or self-control. the individual builds their world around the target. emotionally, physically, mentally. often, the fixation is masked under something else: love, logic, concern, etc.

Yandere doesn’t have to mean “I’ll kill for you” or “You’re mine.”

It just has to mean:

“You exist inside my head constantly and I cannot, will not, let you go. even if I pretend I already have.”

Instead of confronting how you disturb his inner world, Batman builds a system of false neutrality to protect himself from what you represent.

That system is a mental fortress he has to: Maintain daily, monitor constantly, patch every time you appear in the news, a file, a video feed

That’s not analysis.

That’s ritual.

He isn’t simply keeping tabs on you.

He is spending psychic energy to remove you from reality, over and over, because even acknowledging your presence honestly risks destabilizing the framework of who he is.

That’s obsession.

your ideology, your message, “hardworking people deserve rest too”, haunts him.

Why?

Because it presents a world that could have existed if he hadn’t become Batman.

A world without brutal endurance.

A world where people don’t have to suffer to be good.

A world that would have told a young Bruce Wayne: “You can stop now. You don’t have to carry all of this alone.”

That phantom world becomes his obsession.

You’re just the vessel… or avatar of it.

So he locks you, and that world, in a cold vault in his brain labeled “Irrelevant.”

And yet he checks that vault every night.

That’s not indifference. that’s yandere.

MOST yandere want to control the person directly.

Bruce wants to control his mental exposure to you.

He designs internal systems to minimize your impact.

He flags your files as “non-priority” even when he knows they’re not.

He gaslights his own mind, mentally replacing your name with a symbol or error code.

This isn’t disinterest. This is meticulous anti-engagement.

You don’t get this level of anti-contact unless someone is emotionally overwhelmed and trying to stabilize.

So instead of controlling you, he controls the narrative of you in his mind.

Every day.

Without fail.

And that is a form of possession.

Yandere fixation often comes down to one thing: “Even if this hurts me, I will not stop.”

And that is exactly what Bruce is doing.

This elaborate denial system drains him.

He loses time trying to overwrite mentions of you.

He fails to adapt to shifting public reaction because he won’t acknowledge it.

He’s sleep-deprived and short with the Batfamily because your ideology is spreading, and he doesn’t have a plan that doesn’t require acknowledging it.

He could simplify his life by just confronting it.

But he won’t.

Because once he lets you in, even a little, he has to ask: “What if they’re right? What if Gotham doesn’t need me? What if I’ve made everything worse by grinding myself down into a myth instead of a man?”

So he keeps the shrine intact.

Keeps the ghost memory clean.

And tells himself he’s “above it.”

He’s not.

He’s drowning in it.

That’s yandere.

he doesn’t act all that different when you pull another scheme on the town either.

After each scheme, the evidence piles up.

You’re doing real things.

Visible things.

You’re changing Gotham. even if temporarily.

And that should trigger his usual protocols: evaluation, threat assessment, countermeasures.

Instead?

He goes back into his logs from that night… and redacts your name.

He replaces it with [NULL-AGENT], or leaves the field blank.

Even to himself, in his own files, you don’t have a name.

Because names are portals to meaning. and meaning leads to confrontation. and confrontation means feeling something.

So he surgically erases the connection.

But never the event.

Because he needs the pattern.

He needs to keep watching.

He just can’t admit why.

He doesn’t stop you.

He doesn’t support you.

He doesn’t admit you exist.

But he does..

Monitors obsessively

Catalogues everything

Redacts it afterward

Pretends it doesn’t affect him

Leaves space for you in every mental calculation he makes

He never says your name.

But he’s memorized every word you’ve ever said.

Yandere not through violence.

Not through romance.

But through negative space. a haunting, ritualized denial of feeling that takes over his life like rot beneath the floorboards.

He wants the idea of you contained.

And when containment becomes impossible, he builds a recursive denial loop that eventually takes over a significant part of his psychological energy.

He is obsessed with the erasure of you. and that erasure takes more effort, focus, and ritual than simply knowing you ever would.

And that is pure yandere.

self-destructive emotional orbit disguised as control.

NIGHTWING / DICK GRAYSON :

I’m hungry

but thats besides the point ig 💔💔🥀🥀🥀😭😭😭

Dick’s optimism is real. but it’s a choice, not a constant.

Unlike Bruce, whose default is grim pragmatism, Dick forces light into darkness. He jokes, he smiles, because someone has to carry hope.

So when [Name] comes along with this ideology, “Even heroes deserve to rest”, Dick can’t accept it. Not because he thinks it’s wrong, but because if he accepts it, the weight of all the years he’s forced himself to smile and keep going would hit him like a truck.

You aren’t just a villain. you’re a mirror. A personified version of everything Dick has denied himself.

“If what you say is true, then I’ve been killing myself all these years for nothing.”

He can’t let that in. So he splits like a trained acrobat, balancing on an emotional wire.

He holds himself to impossible standards.

He’s not just trying to live up to Bruce, he’s trying to exceed him and not become him. That’s a suffocating duality.

So when you start telling people to rest, to step back from impossible expectations, Dick panics internally.

Because he’s spent decades performing like his survival depends on it. because it did. He fears that if people stop pushing themselves, they’ll become like Bruce's failures.. or worse, get hurt. And maybe.. maybe! they’ll see that his whole life was built on unsustainable effort.

You threaten to unmake the foundation he’s built everything on.

Dick tries to carry burdens solo, just like Bruce.

But unlike Bruce, he hides it with charm instead of silence. That makes him even more fragile, because no one sees the cracks.

When you start gaining influence, maybe even convincing other heroes or citizens to burn out less, Dick takes it personally. Not out of spite, but fear.

If others believe you, they’ll stop relying on him.

He needs to be the one holding it together. He needs to be the one who never stops.

Because if he rests, who picks up the pieces?

If he breaks, who’s left to smile when everything goes dark?

“You’re not helping them. You’re just giving them an excuse to give up. And if they give up… I don’t get to.”

That’s the twist.

He doesn’t stalk you or chain you up.

He stalks your philosophy, kills your influence, because your truth breaks his lie.

Dick becomes obsessed not with saving [Name] … but with protecting the rest of the world from becoming like them.

It’s not “I love you so I’ll keep you safe.”

It’s “I love you, so I’ll make sure no one ever agrees with you.”

Because you are right.

And Dick knows it.

He’s the golden boy who’s been running on fumes since he was ten years old. But if he ever admits that [Name]’s ideology makes sense, he’ll crumble. Gotham, Blüdhaven, Bruce… they all depend on him staying functional. So he splits his mind.

He lets you rest. but never the world around them.

Dick becomes a reverse-yandere, a cognitive paradox.

He worships your ideology. but crushes it in everyone else.

He protects you. but makes sure you’ll always be alone in your beliefs.

He creates a world where only you are allowed to rest. by making everyone else run harder.

He doesn’t hurt you, doesn’t lock you up. He lets you spread your message freely. But every time someone listens to you, he finds them, and breaks them. Quietly. Subtly. Emotionally.

He turns them back into gear-turners.

Not because he wants to stop you. but because he can’t let your world exist.

Dick Grayson is a caretaker to the bone.

Big Brother. Team Leader. Gotham's good cop.

He’s spent his entire life believing that if he’s strong enough, if he just keeps going, he can protect everyone.

And the second he stops?

He believes people die.

He can’t stop. He can’t rest. He’s addicted to being the one who doesn’t fall. Not because of pride, but because he knows what happens when no one catches you. He lived it.

So when you come into the world preaching rest. forced or not, he sees a paradox.

One that short-circuits everything he is.

Because you’re right.

You’re not violent. You’re not crazy. You’re gentle.

Your message is: “You’ve done enough. You can sit down now.”

But if the world sits down, who gets hurt first?

He lets you rest.

You become the only one in the world who gets to stop. You become untouchable. he won’t lock you up, won’t fight you directly, won’t even argue too hard.

Why?

Because he’s built an altar out of you.

He’s made you the sacred space where the truth is allowed to exist. but nowhere else.

Like a church locked in a burning city.

He isolates your ideology into a vacuum so he never has to face it spilling into his world.

That’s why every time someone listens to you, he hunts them down. not violently, not openly, but surgically.

He sabotages their careers. Distracts them with greater threats. Assigns them “just one more mission.”

He puts weight back on their shoulders until they forget what you said.

This isn’t a man who doesn’t believe in you.

This is a man who believes in you so deeply that he has to quarantine your truth to keep from falling apart.

Because if he admits it’s okay to rest… then everything he’s endured becomes grief that didn’t have to happen.

And Dick Grayson, the big brother of the entire damn DC Universe, doesn’t know how to forgive himself for needless suffering.

So instead of letting the world change, he clutches it tighter.

Not for power. Not for dominance.

But because if he lets go… he’ll never get back up again.

A traditional yandere obsesses over a person.

But Dick?

He obsesses over what you represents. their ideology of rest, mercy, and release. It’s not about owning your body. It’s about containing your truth. That’s way scarier, way more insidious.

This is obsession disguised as protection.

Dick does all this not because he wants your love, it’s because he needs you to stay still.

If you moved, if you evolved, if your message grew teeth.. his mind would collapse under the weight of everything he’s been repressing.

So he isolates you like a relic.

He fossilizes you in peace. He builds a shrine around your message and worships it only because it’s locked away.

That’s yandere logic:

“If I can’t have you safely, no one else can have you at all.”

But instead of killing you or locking you in a basement, he does the reverse:

He builds a world around you that ensures you’re always the only one like you.

That’s obsession.

Yandere types don’t just love. they love destructively through control.

Dick’s version is emotional ecosystem manipulation. he isn’t trying to control you, he’s controlling everything else around you, for you.

He lets you believe you’re winning.

He makes the world harder so you stay soft.

He sabotages anyone who listens to you so you never lose your uniqueness.

He keeps your ideology “pure” by strangling it before it grows.

In his mind, he’s not harming anyone. he’s preserving balance. because if too many people follow you, the system breaks. And if the system breaks, he can’t function anymore.

Yandere logic is rationalized delusion.

He thinks he’s keeping you safe and the world stable. But what he’s really doing is sacrificing everything, including truth and progress, on the altar of his fear of emotional collapse.

Traditional yanderes cling to a person.

Dick clings to his role, his identity, his mission. But when you show up, they unwrite all of that.

So he develops a warped dependency:

“I need you to exist. but I also need you to never succeed.”

That’s obsession. A cognitive loop.

He depends on your ideology to understand his own fatigue.

But he also has to suppress it, because if it becomes true for others, he’ll realize he’s spent his life breaking himself unnecessarily.

So he gets trapped.

You become the axis his emotional survival spins on.

“If I destroy you, I’m a monster.

If I believe you, I collapse.

So I’ll protect you in stillness. I’ll love you in silence.

I’ll stop the world for you, just so you never move.”

That’s obsession. That’s yandere.

But it’s cold. Quiet. High-functioning.

It’s not a knife to your throat. it’s a smile at your door, while the whole city outside burns itself out under his watchful eye.

You shut down power to government buildings.

You freeze hospital schedules so burned-out doctors are forced to sleep.

You crash commuter systems so workers have to stay home and finally breathe.

You make rest happen. through crime, disruption, and brilliant techy soft-sabotage.

What does Dick do?

He shows up after.

He sweeps in quietly.

He doesn’t fight you. Doesn’t confront you.

He undoes your work. quietly, efficiently, like a fixer for God.

He doesn’t tell the press.

Doesn’t report you to the League.

Doesn’t even tell the Batfam.

He erases you.

Why?

Because acknowledging you publicly would mean legitimizing you.

“If they know your name, they might listen. If they hear your message, they might agree. I can’t let that happen.”

So he scrubs your fingerprints off the crime scene and tells everyone it was a “systems glitch.”

He redirects citizens to other sources of burnout.

He lies to protect his world from you. while keeping you safe.

If you go too big, like shutting down the entire city for 48 hours, he’ll find you.

He won’t chain you up. He won’t scream.

He’ll interrogate you like a friend, but with that underlying edge of desperation:

“Why are you making it so hard to protect you?”

If Bruce or another hero starts closing in on your identity, Dick pulls strings. He diverts attention, falsifies data, leaks false suspects.

He'd rather lie to Bruce, than let you face consequences.

Because if the world punishes you, that means your message is wrong. and Dick can’t afford to believe that.

You’re a villain, yes. And Nightwing is the planner, the strategist, the one who always has a backup plan.

But you?

You're the one person in the world he refuses to plan against.

He’ll have tactics for if Batman turns rogue.

He’ll have files on every villain in Blüdhaven.

But for you? Nothing.

Because making a plan against you would mean preparing for the possibility of having to stop you.

And he can’t admit he’d ever do that.

So instead of making a plan against you, he makes one around you:

He assigns his own allies to far-off cases.

He keeps the city too busy to notice you.

He works twice as hard to minimize the damage. so that he pays the price for your restfulness, not the citizens.

“You do what you have to. I’ll carry the burden. That’s how we keep the balance.”

He lets you be a villain. as long as it doesn’t break his world too hard.

He obsessively cleans up after you.

He refuses to punish you, because punishing you means admitting your message might be wrong. or worse, that it’s right and the world is too broken to receive it.

And when you do go too far?

He doesn't punish you like a villain.

He mourns you like a temple falling.

RED HOOD / JASON TODD :

Jason Todd, now Red Hood, exists in a perpetual state of restlessness. His experiences, his trauma, his regrets. every facet of his life pushes him into overdrive, constantly vigilant, always in motion. But Jason doesn’t just want to save Gotham, he wants to save the people who don’t know how to rest. This is where the villain, [name], comes into play.

You're a new kind of criminal in Gotham. You’re not here to hurt people. You’re here to stop the grind. You’ve shut down exploitative factories, turned Gotham’s 24-hour systems into 8-hour ones, and made millionaires suddenly lose sleep over their unpaid workers. Your message?

“Hardworking people deserve rest too.”

Your gadgets don't kill; they sedate. Your traps don’t wound; they force naps. You target overworked cops, overclocked servers, hospital staff being stretched thin. and give them "mandatory vacations" by knocking them unconscious and stashing them in luxury pods with automatic IV drips and calming soundscapes. You’re not killing the system, you’re sedating it.

Jason sees your work as both deeply terrifying and a form of mercy. Jason doesn’t love you in the traditional sense. He’s not infatuated with you romantically, but he’s consumed by a need to "protect" you. though not in the way a typical protector would.

He becomes obsessed with you because he sees himself in you, but he cannot comprehend your methods. You’re offering peace in a way he cannot afford. While Jason cannot rest, cannot stop fighting, he understands the value of what you're doing. Yet, he doesn’t believe you’re truly ready for the consequences of your actions. He thinks your idealism will destroy you, and he believes Gotham isn’t ready for the world you're crafting. he’s convinced you’re running a ticking time bomb with your serene philosophy.

Jason doesn’t try to stop you through traditional villain-villain conflict. He doesn’t engage you in a direct, action-heavy way. Instead, he disrupts your ability to rest. Jason sees your "restful" state as a dangerous lull. one that will eventually fall apart when Gotham’s chaos comes crashing back in. To protect you, he starts a bizarre game where he becomes the embodiment of the sleepless world you’re trying to escape.

His presence is a paradox. He invades your peaceful moments, constantly stirring the edges of your tranquility with his aggressive, sleepless energy. He creates an emotional disturbance, testing how well you can truly escape the constant noise of the world, challenging your philosophy by showing you the emotional toll of your ideas. When you induce calm in someone, Jason finds ways to intrude into their peace with intrusive, violent thoughts. not to hurt them, but to make them aware of their own fragility. Every time you successfully put someone into a peaceful state, Jason shakes their emotional core, revealing cracks in your logic and philosophy.

It’s almost like a battle of rest versus unrest. Jason exists to remind people, and you, that peace and rest are always fleeting, never truly attainable, especially in a world as broken as Gotham.

Jason doesn’t just disrupt your peace directly; he wants to get you to rest, but only on his terms. He believes that if you’re truly dedicated to your cause, you need to experience the exhaustion of never resting yourself. he pushes you to the limit, using psychological tactics and subtle actions to make you feel how much it costs to give peace to others. Jason's philosophy is one of balance: people need rest, yes, but they need to earn it. He believes in suffering as a pathway to true peace. so he will drag you into conflict with others, forcing you to witness the world you’re trying to escape, to remind you that peace is never without consequence.

Jason doesn't want to admit it, but the truth is that he is always balancing on the edge of his own philosophy. He’s constantly questioning how much violence he’s willing to accept in the name of justice. He feels responsible for the people he saves, but that responsibility sometimes leads him into morally gray areas that others (like Batman) might avoid.

Your Ideology of Rest offers a form of balance that Jason can’t have. You promote peace. an idea Jason finds both appealing and terrifying. Peace is something Jason craves but feels he cannot have, because in his mind, it comes at a cost. You represent everything that he can never fully embrace. a world where rest, calm, and healing are possible.

Despite his desire to help, Jason sees the limits of his own effectiveness. He constantly finds himself fighting a losing battle. especially when he’s forced to kill or break the rules to get things done. This guilt doesn’t just disappear, even if he justifies his actions. In this way, Jason sees you as a direct reflection of his failings. because your idea of "rest" is a form of escape from the constant cycle of violence he feels trapped in.

Your villainy challenges Jason’s worldview. He wants people to be able to rest, too, but he doesn't think they can without confronting the darkness. The fact that you offer rest and peace without addressing the world’s systemic issues, without violence or force, doesn’t sit right with him. He believes the world doesn’t allow for a peaceful escape, and that by indulging in rest, you're turning a blind eye to the suffering that still exists.

Jason Todd’s relationship with you embodies obsession, though it’s not the romantic obsession seen in more typical yandere tropes. Instead, his obsession is philosophical, emotional, and protective. He becomes obsessed with your ideology of peace, rest, and tranquility. He’s fixated on the idea that you’re offering people an escape from the brutality of Gotham, and he feels that you are naive in your attempt to do so. This obsession goes beyond just being fixated on you as a person. it extends to your worldview, your methods, and the dangerous implications he believes they hold.

A yandere’s hallmark is the intensity of their emotions. Jason’s feelings for you are extreme, but they aren’t purely driven by romantic attraction. they stem from the emotional weight of his own trauma and the desperation to protect you from what he perceives as an impending downfall. The emotional intensity comes from his need to challenge your beliefs and make you see the harsh realities he’s experienced. His obsession manifests as an irrational emotional attachment to your ideology and to the idea of “saving” you, even if it means trying to disrupt your peace in the process.

Jason’s yandere qualities manifest in the obsessive protectiveness he feels toward you. While this is often a romantic trait in yandere characters, in Jason’s case, it’s platonic and ideological. He feels a responsibility to “protect” you from what he believes to be your own misguided philosophy. His version of protection doesn’t involve traditional displays of violence or possessiveness but instead focuses on interfering with your peace in order to teach you a harsh lesson.

This protectiveness is grounded in his belief that the world you’re envisioning can’t exist without consequences. He is obsessed with the idea that if you can’t understand the true cost of rest and peace, you’ll be consumed by the very thing you're trying to save people from. So, he becomes the obstacle to your peaceful ideology. not out of malice or romantic desire, but because he truly believes that you need to be "saved" from your own perspective.

Jason becomes an obstacle to your ideology, and this emotional and intellectual opposition is a form of possession: he doesn’t want you to be at peace until he believes you’ve fully realized the harsh truths of the world. His desire to control your thought process and reality (in terms of what you’re trying to create) is a more subtle, intellectual possession compared to traditional yandere tropes, but it’s still a possession that keeps you constantly aware of his presence, both physically and mentally.

While Jason’s violent tendencies are not typically directed toward you, they do manifest in a way that aligns with traditional yandere themes. He’s willing to create emotional chaos around you and disrupt your peaceful state, even if it means inflicting psychological harm. He may subconsciously justify this as a form of protection or guidance, believing that if you can’t handle the violence and chaos of the world, you’re not truly fit to offer peace to others.

This kind of psychological violence (in the form of emotional and intellectual torment) is a unique variation of yandere behavior, but it still reflects the destructive, obsessive drive to reshape the object of obsession’s reality according to their own ideals.

RED ROBIN / TIM DRAKE :

oh man oh god

You're a new villain in Gotham. No grand heists, no murder, no world-ending plans. Your ideology? “Hardworking people deserve rest too.” You target those who are exploited by their systems. overworked medics, detectives who haven’t taken a day off in years, tech developers being ground down in black-budget labs. You sedate them gently, remove them from the grid, and put them in a hidden “sanctuary” where they’re forced to rest. You’re not killing them. you’re giving them the break they’re too conditioned to take themselves.

But then you target Tim Drake.

And something snaps.

Tim doesn’t “believe” in your ideology. He doesn’t agree with you, doesn’t support you, doesn’t admire you.

But he can’t stop testing your theory.

You’re the most peculiar anomaly he’s ever encountered. A villain who doesn’t destroy, doesn’t corrupt, doesn’t control, just intervenes. Pauses. Unplugs. Your entire mission is enforcing rest on people who can’t or won’t give it to themselves.

You hit him once. Gave him 48 hours of mandatory rest. A blackout, then calmness. When he woke up, he was alone, unhurt, undisturbed.

And yet everything was wrong.

Because it worked.

And now?

You’re not a threat to be stopped.

You’re a theory he’s trying to disprove.

This isn’t affection. It’s not “care.” It’s Tim treating you like a control variable he can’t replicate.

You gave him peace. He doesn’t want to admit it. So now he runs controlled experiments.. on himself.

He denies himself sleep for 96 hours to test what you saw in him.

He simulates your actions in private rooms, carefully documenting if he feels better afterward.

He tracks the neurochemical patterns from the sedative you used and recreates microdoses just to “observe” the mental silence.

He tries to reverse-engineer your ideology purely to disprove it.

But it only leads to more questions.

And it becomes maddening.

Tim stalks you not because he wants to be close, but because you’ve colonized a part of his thinking.

Every action he takes now filters through one question:

“Would [Name] have stopped me here?”

“Would they think I’m too far gone?”

“Is this what they’d call burnout?”

This doesn’t make him softer. It makes him more paranoid.

More fractured.

He doesn’t want you in his life.

He wants to silence you in his mind. but can’t.

So instead, he creates simulations. Replays encounters with you. Runs audio from your speeches. Alters his mission logs to include imaginary counterarguments from you.

You become his silent co-pilot.

Not because he chose you.

But because you infected his process.

He refuses to accept rest as valid unless he can reproduce its logic under his own control. But your rest isn’t logical. It’s disruptive, organic, involuntary. That drives him crazy.

He never confronts you directly again. not out of fear, but because he doesn’t trust himself to stay rational around you.

His obsession is pure analysis, not love. But he’s created an entire side-life where every decision he makes is secretly measured against your ideology.

He still fights. Still breaks bones. But then goes home and stares at a wall for three hours, asking:

“Did I need to go that hard? Or was I proving something to them?”

He doesn’t follow you around in person. he builds predictive models, reads subtle biometric signals from footage, and maps your logic tree. He’s stalking your ideas, not your body.

He keeps this entire obsession secret. Even from himself. He lies to Alfred. Lies to Bruce. He gaslights his own mind, convincing himself it’s “just tactical observation.” But he’s got terabytes of data on you hidden in a server called:

“NON-THREAT_CONFLICT_1197”

He doesn’t want to fix you, love you, save you, or be noticed by you.

He just wants to disprove you.

But every time he tries, he ends up needing the silence again.

That’s the horror.

That’s the devotion.

And he never once admits it aloud.

yandere doesn’t always have to mean a "romantic" obsession or a “classic stalker” who just wants to possess someone. Instead, the obsession itself can be built around any form of psychological fixation that leads to controlling, manipulative, or destructive behavior. often rationalized in some form as being "for the good" of the person they’re obsessed with.

TRAIT 001: The obsessive fixation on the person.

In this case, Tim’s obsession is not about possessing you physically or emotionally. it’s about understanding your mind and controlling his environment through your ideology. You disrupted his sense of order, threw his life into disarray, and now Tim is in an obsessive cycle of trying to understand, rationalize, and prove why your ideology is wrong, how to disprove it, and why it messed him up.

He’s trying to break you down intellectually because, in his mind, you are the key to his peace. And so, his obsession is not simply trying to control you, but control his own feelings and mind in response to you. That level of control fixation is a classic yandere characteristic. He doesn’t want to admit that your ideology might have had a profound effect on him, so he goes to extremes to try and test, analyze, and suppress it.

He can’t stop thinking about you. He doesn’t want to love you, but he can’t ignore the effect you had on him. And that is obsession.

TRAIT 002: Willing to go to extreme lengths for their obsession, sometimes even harming themselves to preserve the fixation.

Here, Tim’s obsession leads him to physically and mentally harm himself. He pushes his body to dangerous limits. denying sleep, taking sedatives in calculated doses to replicate your influence on him, trying to isolate his emotions and just test whether rest actually has an effect on him. These are all self-destructive behaviors motivated by the need to answer the question: “What is it about you that has disrupted my system so completely?”

Tim’s resilience and ability to push past his limits only makes this worse. He never admits how much he needs your ideology to function, but he becomes more and more dependent on recreating it in his life. His obsession with trying to stay in control means he sacrifices his well-being in an effort to “solve” your impact on him.

TRAIT 003: Rationalizing their obsessive behaviors as protective or necessary for the other person’s safety/mental well-being.

While traditional yanderes might directly harm others to keep them close, Tim rationalizes his obsession through self-imposed limits and self-analysis, using your ideology as his lens. He treats it like a protective measure, not just for his own mental stability, but in the belief that this is the “right way” to fix the imbalance you’ve created in him.

Tim has internalized your rest ideology to the point where his obsessive behavior is justified by a warped sense of protection for both himself and, in some cases, Gotham. He believes that if he can just figure out the right answer, the right formula, then everything will click, and he’ll return to the controlled world he once knew. But this is just an illusion. His obsession has trapped him in a never-ending cycle.

He doesn’t want to acknowledge that his need for you is unhealthy. Instead, he tells himself that solving your “mystery” will bring him peace, that it’s a quest for knowledge, not obsession. This self-deception is a classic yandere trait where the obsession is disguised as a rational pursuit.

Tim doesn’t just want to solve the case. This is a personal, psychological conflict. he’s constantly battling himself, wrestling with the temptation to just admit that something about you broke his sense of control. The complexity lies in how he resists acknowledging that he has emotionally (and psychologically) been altered by you. He’s fighting against himself, his feelings, and his deep-seated need for order and control.

It’s not just about the other person being the object of affection, but also about how the yandere’s actions are disguised as a form of care or control. Tim’s behavior is intellectualized, but ultimately, it becomes a twisted form of caring about you. because he feels the need to protect his mind from the chaos you caused.

He isn’t out to control you in an obvious or violent way, but he is still willing to manipulate himself, isolate himself, and make his life a battleground to deal with the psychological impact you’ve had on him. His obsession is dangerous because it turns inward, manifesting as self-sabotage and manipulation of his own reality.

He’s obsessively fixated on you and your ideology, even if it’s intellectualized.

His actions are extreme and self-destructive, to the point of harming himself and trying to replicate the effects of your ideology just to understand it.

He rationalizes his behavior, cloaking his obsession in the guise of control and self-protection.

He can’t escape his need to keep you in his mind, despite the fact that he refuses to acknowledge he’s mentally and emotionally dependent on you.

This is a yandere mentality. it’s about obsession, but the obsession isn’t always in the form of love or possession; it’s intellectualized, twisted control over his own mental processes, a constant back-and-forth battle between logic and emotion, trying to force order and balance into a chaotic, uncomfortable truth: You’ve already changed him.

As soon as you initiate a scheme in the city, Tim’s first instinct is to analyze the structure of your plan. not to stop it outright, but to figure out the rationale behind it.

He’s no longer just a vigilante trying to thwart criminals. He’s an obsessive detective caught between stopping you and understanding you. Tim immediately dissects your actions as if you’re a case study, drawing mental parallels between your methods and his own. In his mind, he’s trying to solve the puzzle of you.

The deeper question he asks is: What’s your real motivation? Is it really just about rest for the overworked, or is there some deeper emotional need driving you? he begins to map your psychology against every move you make. Is this a desire for control? Revenge? Relief from guilt? He tracks the smallest clues. patterns in your behavior, things you've said in passing, the faces of the people you leave behind after your schemes.

He will obsessively cross-reference your plans with previous ones, trying to pinpoint where your logic might have a flaw, where it doesn’t “add up” in his mind. Maybe he’ll find the places where your ideology inadvertently causes harm or chaos, and those are the moments where he feels the most alive. because that’s the piece of you he’s been trying to "fix."

Tim is the king of preparation, and when you pull a scheme on Gotham, you better believe he’ll have deeply researched the specifics of it. He will analyze the infrastructure of your plot and create counter-schemes that are tailored to your ideology. not just to stop you, but to test how resilient you are against what he’s learned from your patterns.

If you’re using a sedative to incapacitate people for “rest”, he might reverse-engineer it to create a formula that forces you to feel exhaustion yourself. Or he’ll track the spread of the sedative and neutralize it with custom-designed antidotes to disrupt your ability to control the masses.

If your scheme involves financial manipulation, like draining corrupt companies of their resources to redistribute to underpaid workers, Tim will figure out how to intercept those funds in a way that doesn’t ruin your overall moral point but forces you to reconsider your execution.

These countermeasures aren’t about brute force. they’re surgical, intelligent, and designed to disrupt the very core of your philosophy without necessarily “defeating” you. He doesn’t want to prove you wrong in the traditional sense. He wants to see if your ideology can survive when he starts to manipulate it in ways you didn’t foresee. He’ll go to great lengths to match your every move with precision, trying to break your emotional or philosophical consistency.

When your schemes start gaining traction in Gotham, Tim’s emotions become muddled. His mission is clear, to stop you, but his deep-seated obsession makes him question himself the entire time. There’s a part of him that is actually rooting for you in his head. Not out of romantic interest, but because you represent the peace he can never have.

While working through his plans to thwart you, Tim may grow increasingly detached from his own emotions. He will close off, thinking: I’m doing this for the greater good. but the more he dismantles your work, the more hollow his victories feel. Every time he disrupts your plans, he’s one step closer to proving that his obsession is right. and yet, he’s driven deeper into the abyss of needing your philosophy.

In the chaos, he might experience moments of internal crisis. After foiling your scheme, he might sit alone, reviewing his actions, trying to convince himself that he’s done the right thing. But in the silence, his mind starts to loop:

Did I stop you because you were wrong… or because I need to be right?

SPOILER / STEPHANIE BROWN:

hey now. hey hey.

Your ideology is deceptively simple: everyone deserves rest. But in practice, you make CEOs sleep for weeks by inducing comas, disable surveillance networks to give overworked security guards peace, and forcibly “retire” heroes and villains alike who never take a break. You call it “compassionate sabotage.”

You're not malicious, just terrifyingly principled. You call your actions “mandatory vacations.”

You aren’t lazy. you work harder than anyone. But your work is making sure everyone else stops working.

Your main tool? A stolen prototype tech: a pulse device that hijacks neural fatigue centers. essentially, a sleep-inducing EMP. You've modified it to create “rest zones” where your targets are forced to nap, collapse, or mentally check out.

Stephanie is deeply independent, not someone who likes being rescued or coddled. So when you, a villain, emerge saying “People deserve rest” and then start enforcing it for her or for others. it clashes hard with her core beliefs.

Her reaction? You’re not wrong. but you’re not the one who gets to decide when people quit.

So instead of trying to stop you with violence, she makes it her mission to prove she can keep pace with you without ever giving in.

Not because she hates you. But because she refuses to let anyone else take her agency away, even under the guise of “rest.”

In a way, she sees your ideology as noble. but incomplete, and dangerously self-righteous.

“If you really believed in rest, [Name], you'd let people choose it for themselves. You don't get to play god just because you're tired.”

That’s the twist. her yandere obsession is a contradiction. She cares about you. But she resents you enough to never let you “win.”

She is a caretaker. She feels responsible for others’ well-being.

In this twisted yandere version, she starts internalizing your ideology as her own. but in her voice.

She starts doing what you do (creating rest, breaking systems, giving people time off), but she does it with exhausting compassion instead of coercion.

She visits the people you knocked out of work and listens to their stories. She starts building support systems instead of just inducing sleep.

At some point, she stops even recognizing where your ideology ends and hers begins.

This is the part. She starts saying things like,

“I know you better than you know yourself. You don’t really want people to rest. You want them to feel safe. I’m the only one who gets that.”

It’s not about power. It’s emotional possessiveness through worldview.

She thinks she’s the only one who really understands what you meant. And that’s how she becomes the “better” version of you.

Because stephanie tends to ramble and overshare, especially under stress, this becomes the mask slipping.

You’ll find her babbling at one of your sleep zones, running through plans she says are yours, ideas you never had, rewriting your philosophy with new rules. her rules.

Her affection bleeds through these overshares, but it’s detached from reality. She’s talking to an idea of you.

It’s not romantic. it’s emotional dependency on the version of you that lives in her head, who “gets it” the way no one else does.

At first, she judges you. “This villain’s just another self-righteous burnout case.”

But then… she starts sympathizing too much.

Because she’s been there. She’s burned out. She knows what it’s like to be drowning in responsibility.

So the twist is, she locks herself in a moral logic trap where the only way to reconcile her loyalty and her judgment is to absorb your mission.

And she becomes possessive of your ideology.

She doesn’t need your presence to be obsessed with you. she’s committed for life, even if she never sees you again.

Her platonic yandere angle isn’t based in presence.

You could disappear. Retire. Die. And she’d keep living by your principles, warped and restructured in her voice, long after you’re gone.

“You were right, you just… didn’t go far enough. But I will. I’ll make sure everyone gets rest. even if it kills me.”

Her obsession is philosophical inheritance.

She doesn’t want your body. She wants your burden.

She’s not in love with you. She believes in you. more than you believe in yourself.

And she’ll never stop trying to prove that belief right.

You're not her enemy.

You’re a problem she refuses to put down, not out of duty. but because you’ve taken up space in her brain in a way nothing else has.

You’re the first villain who’s not selfish or sadistic. you’re compassionate to a fault. And that… scares her. Because she sees herself in you.

She’s constantly torn between admiring you and being horrified by your methods.

She respects you, maybe more than she respects some of the Batfam. You believe in something.

But she also resents that belief because it feels like it’s directed at her.

Every time you disable a system or knock out another hero for their “own good,” it feels like a passive-aggressive intervention aimed at her life choices.

“They’re so tired. I can see it. Every time they do this, I wonder if they’re hoping someone will stop them. I wonder if they’re hoping it’s me.”

She thinks you’re crying out for help, even if you say you're not.

So she treats your schemes as tests. not of Gotham, but of herself.

She thinks: “If I stop them this time, maybe they’ll stop pushing themselves so hard. Maybe they’ll finally rest.”

She never thinks you’re doing this for power or even change anymore.

She’s convinced you’re doing it because you’re breaking, and this is your coping mechanism.

So she responds like you’re a sick friend acting out. not a villain.

Say you pull a classic “mandatory rest” plot: you gas the GCPD precinct with your signature neuro-fatigue fog, knocking out cops mid-shift, replacing their patrols with drones programmed to play soft jazz and deliver pillows.

What does Stephanie do?

She physically drags unconscious cops to safety, takes over patrol duty herself, reroutes emergency lines to her comms.

She's not just stopping your plot. she's doing all the work you made them stop doing, out of spiteful admiration.

Because at her core, she believes you’re better at this than she is.

She’s not obsessed with owning you. She’s obsessed with earning your approval without ever admitting it.

Steph’s the type of person who latches onto ideologies that resonate with her pain. Your “people deserve rest” philosophy touches a nerve in her. the part of her that’s always overworking, overcompensating, always feeling like she has to prove her worth by staying in the fight longer than anyone else.

You present an alternative: people like her shouldn’t have to live that way.

But instead of taking that as healing? She turns it into an impossible ideal to chase, a kind of moral godhood to strive for. by outworking you.

That becomes the obsession.

Obsession not with possessing you, but with surpassing you. by taking your ideology to a self-destructive extreme.

This aligns with platonic yandere, because it’s devotion through identification.

You're not a person to her anymore. you're a mission.

Yanderes often project unresolved trauma or longing onto someone else. and that’s what Steph’s doing, just in reverse. Instead of saying “You complete me,” she’s saying:

“You are me, if I gave up. So I have to save you to save myself.”

You’re a walking contradiction of what she believes.

You're trying to help people, but you take away their choice.

You're trying to reduce suffering, but your methods cause chaos.

You remind her that rest is good, but also that she’s too scared to take it.

She’s locked in an emotional loop. she hates that you’re right, so she needs to carry your burden for you to prove she can do it better.

That’s the yandere core: her self-worth becomes entangled with your very existence.

That’s obsession.

Yandere’s are obsessed with someone. she is obsessed with your ideology and moral integrity.

Yandere’s have an all-consuming devotion. she rearranges her life to become your philosophical rival / ally / shadow

Yandere’s have blurred self-other boundary. She starts thinking for you, justifying your actions, ‘fixing’ your failures.

Yandere’s are willing to hurt others or themselves to protect their bond. She is literally breaking herself to carry your burden so YOU can rest.

Yandere doesn’t always mean “I love you so much I’ll kill.”

It means: “You have taken root in my identity. I no longer know where I end and you begin.”

Stephanie’s version of that is emotionally and philosophically parasitic. she doesn’t just want to understand you, she wants to become your better version.

She’s addicted to your idea of peace, but she’ll only allow herself to bring it into the world through her own pain.

So even when you try to stop, she won’t let you. because she needs the problem of you to exist in order to stay whole.

You say “rest is a right.”

She says “fine! but let me be the one who earns it for everyone. Including you!”

ORPHAN / CASSANDRA CAIN:

You’re a villain, real name unknown, who built your ideology around the belief that "Hardworking people deserve rest too." You’re infamous not for mass destruction but for forcing stillness. you create “zones” across Gotham where time seems to slow, people collapse into dreamlike trances, and all forms of labor, mental, emotional, and physical, are impossible. These are fields of rest: mental euthanasia for the overworked. Gotham calls it terrorism. You call it justice.

You target places like sweatshops, overpoliced blocks, high schools, prisons, hospitals. You don’t kill. You sedate. You erase urgency. The city grinds to a stop around you. Your villainy is lethargy as revolution.

Cassandra loves, but not in the typical way. she’s obsessed with the silence you carry. The absence you bring. You are the only person she has ever met who communicates in the same language she does: non-action as expression. When you step into a space and it becomes still, quiet, slow. it reminds her of the only language she knew for years: stillness = presence.

To Cassandra, your acts of “rest” are not terrorism. They are poetry. You’re the first person whose ideology isn’t just words, it’s movement. Or lack thereof. Your body language, your pacing, your restraint, your surrender, your slowness. it’s all fluent to her.

She becomes addicted to your zones of rest. She seeks them out in secret. She lets herself get caught in your fields, lying perfectly still for hours, even days. She studies how it feels to not move, not think, not protect, not perform. For someone raised to be a weapon, these moments are the only place she feels like a human.

But it goes deeper.

She begins trying to create her own silent fields. Not by tech, like you. but through sheer mastery of space. She builds rooms in safehouses that mimic the psychological effects of your zones: low heartbeat, no light, no sound, temperature-neutral. Rooms where the air feels like your presence. She begins “training” herself to rest the way you “force” others to rest. She fails. But she keeps trying. She's training to be the kind of silence you are.

Cassandra doesn’t want to protect you. She doesn’t want to stop you.

She wants to become a space where you can finally rest without using your skills.

Her obsession is to train herself so perfectly, body, soul, and presence, that she becomes a kind of human rest zone for you. She imagines a moment where you, finally tired, curl up in a room she’s prepared, where her stillness, her silence, her restraint, are enough to hold you.

She doesn’t want you to love her. She wants to be the one place in Gotham you don’t need to change.

That’s the core of her obsession: she doesn't want to possess you. She wants to neutralize the part of you that thinks you have to be a villain to deserve peace.

Cassandra doesn’t see you as evil. She sees you as wounded. Someone who understands pain so deeply you want to anesthetize the world. Her obsession is born not out of delusion, but empathy. You represent a moral contradiction she feels rather than intellectualizes: "If I believe people deserve rest, then why don’t I believe that about myself?"

Cassandra’s behavior doesn’t revolve around harming others for you. it revolves around trying to contain the damage you cause without rejecting you. Every time you put people into “rest zones,” she gets there early and evacuates them, silently, flawlessly, so that you don’t have to feel guilty. She absorbs the guilt you should carry. because she believes you can’t handle it, and because she thinks she deserves it more.

She starts believing that if she can physically perfect herself enough, if she can move so flawlessly, so quietly, so gently, she could “interrupt” your zones by being a “bridge” between them and the waking world. She trains not to be stronger. but to be so neutral, so quiet, that she could walk through your fields without disturbing them. That she could enter your world, untouched.

This becomes an obsession. A spiritual practice. Not to control you, but to understand you. Because maybe if she understands you, really understands the language of your pain, she can find forgiveness for herself.

Cassandra doesn’t want to protect you from the world.

She wants to protect the world from you, without taking you away from it.

She doesn’t stalk you. She studies the void you leave behind. The emotional signatures of your rest zones. The subtle patterns in how your powers work. where they’re gentle, where they’re rough. The nuance. She starts to believe that your powers reflect your mental state, and that if she can just reach you emotionally, if she can be the one person who “rests with you” instead of stopping you or resisting you. you’ll start to change.

It’s not devotion. It’s not love. It’s a compulsion to become your equal in stillness the way she is in motion.

She doesn't see herself as worthy of peace, so she’s obsessed with the idea that you are. even though you’re a villain. well I’m gonna be honest here you aren’t really the most intimidating villain out there

She slowly replaces her belief in justice with a belief in your twisted ideology. but only for you. She wants the world to keep moving, but for you to stay still, so that she can sit beside you and learn how to be still too.

Cassandra’s obsession is not romantic, not controlling, not destructive, but it is deep, consuming, and isolating.

She becomes obsessed with translating you.

Not just your ideology. but your presence, your silence, your belief that rest is deserved. She doesn’t want to be you. She wants to understand what you mean, in a world where no one else listens closely enough to hear it.

That is the thread. she is the only one who believes she can understand you, and the only one who should.

Not because you chose her. Because she chose herself.

She grew up reading bodies, not words. Before she could speak, she could sense intent. The way people moved, breathed, carried guilt or rage. this was her truth.

You are the first person she’s encountered whose ideology is entirely expressed through absence.

Your powers, your beliefs, your villainy. it’s all quiet. No speeches. No violence. Just forced stillness. You’re like a language she hasn’t heard before. but one she almost knows.

So she starts watching. Following. Not to stop you, but to study you. (wow another study I feel so unoriginal please forgive me)

Normally, Cassandra’s guilt makes her obsessed with preventing loss. But with you, it’s different. She sees your actions as a danger, yes. but also as truthful. You make people stop. You force Gotham to rest.

“What if they really do need to stop? What if they really can’t anymore? What if they’re right, and no one’s listening?”

So her guilt doesn’t make her want to kill or capture you. It makes her want to intervene at the exact right moment, with perfect understanding, to protect both you and the world at once.

That need for perfect understanding becomes obsession.

She becomes a master of navigating your influence like a field of tension. Like choreography.

This effort to read you becomes ritualistic. Not to stop you outright, but to be the one person who knows when and how to move in your world of stillness. without shattering it.

She believes that if she fails to understand you, someone else will just try to stop you. and break everything in the process. Kill you. Or worse, never even hear you.

So she trains. Watches. Prepares. Builds her entire sense of justice around the idea of timing her interference to preserve both your message and your victims.

That level of focus, that self-imposed burden, and the fierce belief that only she can walk that line?

That’s yandere.

But it’s Cassandra’s kind of yandere. no delusion. No harm. No identity loss. Just an overwhelming, morally complex need to understand, and to exist in the space between you and the world. Alone.

Cassandra Cain’s guilt complex is rooted in the trauma of her upbringing and her internalized belief that she is fundamentally a weapon. Raised to be an assassin and trained to fight, kill, and survive without room for compassion or peace, she has always been caught between her desire to protect life and her overwhelming sense that she doesn't deserve to. Her entire existence has been a tightrope walk between trying to atone for her violent origins and struggling to find a moral path that she feels is genuinely hers.

For Cassandra, the "language of rest" which is expressed by your villainous ideology, disrupts her entire framework of guilt, action, and self-worth. You, [name], create a philosophy that challenges everything Cassandra has internalized about her own existence. By saying, “Hardworking people deserve rest too,” you’re offering peace as a form of justice. You suggest that the weight of the world doesn't need to be shouldered by people like her, people who’ve been conditioned to keep fighting and keep protecting, even at the cost of their own well-being.

Cassandra's guilt isn't just a passive feeling, it's a driving force. Every life she can't save, every failure, becomes a crushing weight on her conscience. She’s always trying to do more, to be more. whether it’s protecting Gotham or making sure that everyone else is okay. But she always fails to rest. She feels that, because she’s been trained to be a weapon, she isn’t allowed to stop. She isn't allowed to be weak. even if that's what her heart needs.

When Cassandra hears about you, or even encounters your presence, she initially sees you as a threat. But as she watches your actions unfold, she starts to realize something profound: You’re not just a villain; you’re someone who has figured out that rest. the concept of allowing people to stop working, stop pushing forward, stop suffering. is the ultimate form of compassion.

And that’s when the guilt hits her the hardest: Why can’t she allow herself to rest? Why can’t she accept the peace of stopping for just a moment? She sees the people who are caught in your zones of stillness, and while she doesn’t fully agree with the way you’re doing things, she understands the need for rest. She sees that, perhaps, they deserve a moment of peace from the chaos. and she feels this deep, gnawing pain that she’s never allowed herself that same luxury. She never stops.

This is where Cassandra’s obsession with you, the villain, the embodiment of the “language of rest” grows. It isn't about control. It’s not about stopping you, or even about fixing the world you create. It’s about learning your “language” because, at a deeply psychological level, Cassandra is trying to learn how to forgive herself and find peace.

Her desire to understand your language of stillness comes from the belief that if she can translate your ideology, then she can finally find a way to give herself permission to stop—to allow herself to rest without guilt.

She doesn’t want to hurt you. She doesn’t want to stop you. She wants to understand how you find peace, how you can exist in a world that demands action and still say no. She wants to learn from your calm and perhaps, in doing so, learn how to release herself from her own constant cycle of guilt and self-punishment.

As much as Cassandra is drawn to you, she knows you’re a threat to others, even if she understands your intentions. She starts to see your ideology as something dangerous, not because it’s wrong, but because it’s radical. People in Gotham, people she loves, might fall victim to the seduction of rest, to the idea of giving up everything and shutting down. If she doesn’t intervene, they might never know how to return to the world of action, of doing.

Thus, her obsession becomes an act of protection. She doesn’t want to take you away. She doesn’t want to kill you. She just wants to make sure that you’re understood. She believes that the world might need you, but they also need someone to mediate between your stillness and their need for movement. If she can help protect the world from your influence while still honoring your right to be still, she’ll have succeeded in reconciling her own need for rest without letting the world fall apart.

Cassandra’s obsession with your “language of rest” is driven by her own guilt. specifically, the belief that she is too broken to deserve peace. She’s never allowed herself to rest because of the weight of the violence and trauma she’s been through. But when she sees you, when she observes how you create zones of stillness, she realizes that perhaps rest isn’t something you have to earn. It’s something that you can just deserve.

Her obsession is not a delusional need to control you, but a deeply emotional and intellectual desire to understand you. your power, your language, and what it would mean for her to give herself permission to stop. She believes she can only protect you by understanding you deeply, so she trains herself to read your silence and rest in a way that won’t disrupt it, but will keep people safe.

This isn’t about taking you away or forcing you to conform to her values. It’s about becoming the one person who can help guide the world in between your rest and their need to keep moving, while also learning how to give herself the same peace.

In essence, Cassandra’s obsession is about finding balance. between her past, her guilt, and the elusive peace that only you, the villain, seem to embody. She believes that by mimicking your “language of rest,” she can finally let go of the guilt that’s driven her entire life, and perhaps find her own version of peace.

As a protector of Gotham, Cassandra’s primary focus is always on protecting the innocent. She doesn’t view you as a pure villain in the traditional sense; she sees you as someone who is acting out of a distorted sense of justice, someone who’s simply misunderstood. This leads to her very unique response to your villainy.

When your schemes unfold, whether it’s taking control of a building, manipulating a large group of people into “rest zones,” or causing mass disruption in the city, Cassandra’s actions are deeply strategic. She doesn’t immediately go in guns blazing or try to take you down with force, because she believes there’s another way to approach this. Instead:

Cassandra, understanding the nature of your stillness, carefully works to isolate your influence without triggering your retaliation. She saves civilians caught in the chaos, evacuates them from your zones of rest, and keeps them safe, all while not disrupting your scheme. It’s a delicate balance of neutralizing harm without destroying your work.

If she can’t understand you through direct observation, she’ll act more tactically: learning the patterns of your schemes, the subtle ways you manipulate people into rest. She’s not actively trying to stop your plan; she’s trying to comprehend it in a way that prevents unnecessary casualties while respecting your philosophy. Her obsession with understanding you makes her believe that if she can "decode" the true nature of your schemes, she’ll be able to stop the harm caused without ruining your message.

Despite her growing empathy for your philosophy, Cassandra’s moral code still compels her to prevent harm.

Her first instinct is to protect Gotham. She may not agree with your methods, but she cannot stand by and let innocent lives be harmed or disrupted by your schemes. However, this is where her compassion comes into play. because she understands the pull of your ideology. You want to offer people rest, peace, but it’s in a way that she feels may be harmful in the long term. So, as much as she wants to leave you to your plan, she can’t let innocent lives be caught up in it.

Cassandra doesn’t see you as a purely evil person. You’re still someone who, in her mind, could find peace. but only if understood. So, she doesn’t want to destroy you. She doesn’t want to disrupt the rest you bring to people; she just wants to make sure they are safe from the side effects of it. whether that’s societal breakdown, loss of motivation, or violence triggered by people who can't cope with the sudden stillness.

Cassandra doesn’t communicate with words; she communicates through presence, movement, and action. She’ll often work in parallel with you, acting just enough to mitigate damage. Her goal is to interrupt your plans without ever confronting you. She wants to get close enough to understand you, but not close enough to disrupt what you’re doing. She has a unique sense of being in the background, neutralizing the harm of your schemes without ever engaging in a fight.

ORACLE / BARBARA GORDON:

When you, the villain, become a symbol of resilience, carrying the weight of your own struggles and responsibilities, Barbara sees you as someone who needs protection, not from physical threats, but from the constant need to prove your worth through labor and toil. She believes that the concept of "rest" isn't just a physical break. it is a moral imperative, a form of self-care that, in her eyes, becomes a revolutionary act of defiance against a world built on constant expectations of productivity.

As a villain, your mission becomes one of opposing the grind culture and offering sanctuary to those who exhaust themselves in the name of ambition. You argue that society does not allow people to pause, to take breath, and that even the most noble of people need to protect their own well-being to avoid being crushed under the weight of their own responsibilities.

In contrast, Barbara's view of "protection" is warped into something far more controlling and intrusive. She doesn’t seek to break you down, but she seeks to prevent you from ever needing to push yourself too hard again, ensuring that no harm ever befalls you through exhaustion. Her love, care, and obsession manifest as a form of containment and intervention, where she believes that her role as Oracle, the information hub, is not merely to observe. but to subtly intervene in your life whenever you push yourself too far.

Barbara, with her technological prowess, subtly manipulates the environment around you to induce a constant state of optimal rest. Rather than taking direct action like drugging or forcing you to sleep, she reprograms your environment to make it impossible for you to overwork or deny yourself rest. She ensures that your workspaces are constantly interrupted. whether through the careful timing of technology glitches, forcing distractions in your workflow, or sending perfectly timed alerts or requests that disrupt your overworking cycle, giving you no choice but to stop.

Instead of obsessing over your physical safety, Barbara focuses entirely on your emotional well-being and psychological state. She doesn’t stalk you in an obvious sense; instead, she gathers every piece of emotional data about your life and organizes it into a form of emotional record-keeping. This isn't an ordinary obsession with your personal life. it's a deep psychological study of your stress levels, your peak moments of exhaustion, your emotional vulnerabilities, and the signs when you're too worn out to fight back.

She becomes your emotional mirror, using her ability as Oracle to quietly orchestrate moments of introspection. At the precise moments when you start to doubt yourself, when you begin to show signs of emotional or physical fatigue, Barbara will subtly introduce you to the idea of rest by having things around you whisper the importance of balance.

Rather than confronting you with physical action, Barbara becomes the voice in your head. Every time you try to work past your limits, you begin to hear her voice, not as a commanding figure, but as a gentle whisper of reassurance that reminds you of the importance of rest. Her voice is never angry or manipulative; it's simply soothing. a calm and comforting presence that tells you that you deserve time off.

Barbara Gordon’s obsession is not about viewing you as fragile or weak, but rather about seeing them as someone with a critical understanding of the balance between labor and rest. To Barbara, your ideology represents something the world has forgotten, a truth that resonates deeply with her, one that she feels must be protected and nurtured at all costs. She recognizes that you are fighting against the overwhelming expectations of a society that demands constant productivity.

To her, that makes you one of the few who understand the deep moral importance of balance. and she feels a deep, almost reverent responsibility to ensure you never fall prey to the grind of constant work.

Barbara doesn't see you as fragile or too important because of some inherent weakness or need to be protected. She sees your ideology as precious, something that the world cannot afford to lose. Your stance on rest is, in her eyes, revolutionary and vital for the future of society. When she comes to learn of your philosophy, she becomes obsessed. not with controlling you, but with ensuring that you stay true to your beliefs, never falter, and never get swept up into a world that demands you to sacrifice rest in favor of endless toil.

Barbara doesn’t necessarily see you as a villain in the traditional sense, but she does view you as a necessary disruptor of society’s unrelenting work culture. In fact, she admires you for challenging the norms, but she believes you need protection from the consequences of your actions. Barbara's obsession isn't rooted in traditional possessiveness, but more in a protective, almost maternal way, as she sees you as someone trying to "break" the world for the greater good, but is blind to the potential risks involved.

She understands your motivation: your goal is to force society to slow down, to embrace rest, and to dismantle the grind culture that leads to burnout. She sees your ideology as radical, but morally justified, yet she fears that the world won’t be ready for such a drastic shift. Barbara is conflicted, because while she agrees with your cause, she also believes that the world might punish you for your audacity.

her obsession with you isn’t about possessiveness in the traditional sense. Instead, she becomes obsessed with safeguarding the very timeline of your life to ensure that you never fall victim to the overwhelming grind of a society that demands endless productivity. Her obsession isn’t just about protecting you in the physical world, but it’s about protecting your time and ensuring your ideological mission is fulfilled without failure.

She doesn’t just intervene in obvious ways. Barbara starts manipulating the flow of time itself. indirectly, subtly, and through small, almost imperceptible shifts in your environment that allow you to slow down the world around you. This isn’t the conventional ‘she controls your day’ trope. Instead, it’s about creating micro-shifts in time that affect your world without you even knowing it. giving you the space to rest and work toward your villainous goal without ever feeling the weight of external pressure.

ROBIN / DAMIAN WAYNE:

🤯🤯🤯🤯 Imm actually writing this is crazy

Damian does not see you as a person to be worshipped. He sees you as a controlled variable in a long-term psychological experiment. one that only he can run properly. Not because he reveres you, but because he’s utterly convinced that your ideology is flawed, yet correctable. and he is the only one mentally and morally equipped to run that correction.

To Damian, your villainy (saying "hardworking people deserve rest too") is both a philosophical threat and a psychological anomaly. It directly contradicts everything he's been raised to believe. He cannot accept that your ideology exists unpunished or unexamined. But rather than eliminate you like a typical villain, Damian becomes fixated on studying you. long-term, with exacting control and subtle manipulation. because if he can dissect your reasoning and predict your behavior, he can prove something vital:

That true rest is weakness and you’re wrong, or if you somehow prove resilient and coherent under pressure. then he’s the one who’s been broken all along.

So, in essence:

You are not his beloved. You are his test subject. His control. His anomaly.

And he will not let you go until your mind and methods are fully mapped, tested, and resolved.

Damian was raised in a world of rigid cause-and-effect. Pain has meaning. Work brings results. Rest is a consequence of failure. or a brief, tactical necessity.

Your ideology infects him like a splinter in the brain. It doesn’t match anything in his mental model.

He doesn't worship you. he fixates on disproving you. But in that process, he can't help but make you the center of his world. Every move you make becomes data. Every speech, action, or crime you commit is part of the "thesis" he's crafting in his mind about you.

He doesn’t track you because he’s obsessed. He tracks you because he’s testing a hypothesis.

He’s still Robin. Still heroic. Still methodical. But slowly, his motivation shifts from protecting Gotham to solving you. You become the project.

Damian’s arrogance plays beautifully into this version of obsession. He isn’t obsessed with you because you’re special. he’s obsessed because he believes no one else is smart enough or strong enough to see you for what you are: a fault line in the moral fabric of the world.

Everyone else underestimates you. Tries to reform you. He scoffs at them.

They think you're misguided.

He thinks you’re structurally unsound. A riddle. A contradiction.

And that means he must be the one to break your logic. or fix it.

And in his own twisted way, that’s compassion.

Because if you’re right, and hardworking people deserve rest, then what was his childhood for?

What was all his pain, trauma, perfectionism for?

He has to prove you're wrong, because otherwise… he’s the broken one. And he can’t accept that.

He doesn't control your life because he wants to own you.

He exerts subtle, precise pressure on your environment, because he wants to see what you do under increasing moral and emotional strain. He's simulating failure, pressure, fatigue. not to break you, but to force clarity out of you.

He's not trying to keep you safe.

He's trying to force your truth to reveal itself.

Like a philosopher tearing a belief apart from the inside.

He needs you to exist, because without you, he has no framework against which to test the righteousness of everything he’s lived and suffered for.

If you crack?

He wins.

If you endure?

Then he must rebuild his entire worldview.

And that terrifies him.

So he keeps you close. not to hold you, but to observe you until your ideology either collapses or consumes him.

You are not the center of his heart. You are the center of a moral experiment.

He does not protect you. He pressures you in escalating patterns to test the validity of your belief system.

His yandere behavior is not about possession or love. it’s about truth, and how your ideology is the first thing he cannot beat into submission with logic or force.

You are the anomaly. And he will not stop until you are solved.

KEY POINT !!!! yandere is less about how someone expresses love/attachment, and more about how far they go because of it. even if it’s not recognizable as love.

In traditional yandere stories, the obsession is usually romantic or emotional. Here, Damian’s obsession is intellectual and existential.

He builds his entire mental framework around you.

You are the central variable in an internal experiment he cannot stop running.

Every action you take is monitored, processed, tested, and anticipated.

You are not "a person he loves"; you're the fulcrum his entire worldview is balancing on.

That’s obsession. just not emotional. It’s structural. Existential.

Damian doesn’t realize he’s obsessed. It’s rationalized, controlled, and intellectualized.

He’s doing everything a yandere does.

Inserting himself into your life

Manipulating your environment

Isolating you (in a philosophical sense)

Rewriting the narrative around you

He just thinks it’s a mental exercise.

Instead of:

“I love you, I must keep you with me forever,”

It’s:

“You are the most important ideological anomaly I’ve ever encountered. You are too important to be left untested, too unstable to be trusted, and too vital to my self-concept for me to allow you to fade or be resolved by anyone else.”

That’s the energy. just wearing a lab coat instead of holding a bloody knife.

He may not physically harm you or confess to loving you, but he makes your autonomy conditional on his internal criteria.

You can’t rest until he says you’ve passed the “test.”

You can’t “win” until he’s done proving you right or wrong.

You can’t be free of him, because he hasn’t solved you yet.

Classic yanderes often say:

“If I can’t have you, no one can.”

Damian’s version is:

“If I can’t understand you, no one else has the right to.”

The reason why I THINK this still belongs under the “yandere” umbrella is because it follows the same emotional trajectory and internal distortions that define the archetype,

A character loses their sense of boundaries.

They collapse internal identity with another person’s existence.

They override ethical norms to maintain or control the connection.

They believe that they alone can handle or fix this person. whether that’s out of love, duty, or obsession.

Even though Damian’s fixation isn’t expressed through affection, it’s still:

Exclusive (no one else is allowed to analyze or challenge you).

Possessive (you are his to test, his to resolve).

All-consuming (you’re at the center of his private ideological war).

In other words:

It’s yandere, just stripped of emotional romanticism, and rebuilt as a cold-blooded intellectual and moral dependency.

he needs your ideology to function as a mirror.

he needs your continued existence to maintain the integrity of his internal structure.

he needs you to stay active and reactive so his experiment doesn’t break.

If you left, changed, or gave up?

He wouldn’t break down crying.

He would go into internal collapse, because he’d lose the axis around which his entire worldview was rotating.

That’s yandere by architecture, not by emotion.

What makes Damian’s version of obsession so compelling is how unfeeling it appears. yet how deeply entangled it becomes. It’s never about emotion on the surface.

But psychologically? You’re not just "interesting" to him. you’re essential. He needs you to exist, because you're holding up this entire moral paradox in his mind:

“If people deserve rest after working hard… then why have I never been allowed to stop? Why do I keep working, if there’s no rest at the end? Have I been lied to? Or is the system broken? Or am I just… wrong?”

You are the wedge in his psyche, the thing he can’t stop turning over. He has to test you, predict you, control variables in your environment. not because he cares about your wellbeing, but because you’re the final piece of a puzzle he can’t leave unsolved.

And if someone else tries to solve you?

He’ll sabotage them. not out of jealousy, but because they’ll do it wrong. He knows it. They don’t have his experience, his trauma, his methodical logic. In his mind, you can only be understood by someone as broken as him. but he’d never say that out loud.

It’s not “I want you to love me.” It’s “I can’t let you go until I’ve made you make sense.”

When you pull a scheme on Gotham?

he doesn’t stop you immediately.

He’s watching. Monitoring. Logging how citizens react. Tracking who breaks down first.

You’re not just a threat. you’re a pressure mechanism.

“If [Name] believes that rest is a right, how do they choose who deserves it?”

“Do they attack the overworked? The rich? The system?”

“Is this justice or delusion? Compassion or ego?”

He lets the scheme run long enough to study the ideological structure of your action.

He’s not just trying to stop you. he’s peer reviewing your villainy.

He might even let minor chaos happen. People getting evacuated, systems breaking down. He’ll step in before lives are lost, sure, but not too soon. If he cuts it off too quickly, he won’t see the full design.

Damian doesn’t interfere with Nightwing, Bruce, or anyone else doing their jobs. He even plays his part in the missions. But here’s the twist.

He quietly studies how others respond to your villainy.

Who gets emotionally rattled by your message?

Who underestimates your ideological structure?

Who tries to reason with you, and fails?

He doesn't stop them from acting. He just archives their reactions.

You become a new variable in his private, ongoing mental report: “Case Study: The Villain of Rest.”

He lets others interact with you. not to help them, but to observe what fails.

Because eventually, when they can’t stop you effectively?

He will.

And not through brute force, but by proving your model breaks under his terms.

This is where the obsession hits. in the mentality behind his presence.

He’s not trying to control you through force or fear.

He’s trying to regulate your ideology. because your message is too powerful, too destabilizing, to be left unchecked by someone else.

He can’t let Gotham absorb you unchecked.

And he can’t let the Batfam dismantle you without understanding.

So he becomes your buffer.

The line between you and the world.

The one who tracks you, interrupts you, monitors how much chaos you're allowed to create. because only he knows how much is “too much.”

He’s not your protector.

He’s your ideological handler.

When you pull a scheme, Damian Interferes only enough to prevent unintended harm. not to stop the idea.

he shows up consistently not to fight, but to redirect, advise, observe.

he does not interfere with the Batfam’s work, but stays one step ahead of them. so he's always the one who gets to you first.

he builds a system around you in his mind, treating you as a variable he will not allow others to define.

He obsesses over the balance between letting your ideology breathe. and keeping it from mutating.

I realize this is similar to tim’s … oh well 🥀

SIGNAL / DUKE THOMAS:

please god I am so tired

😪 maybe I should follow this ideology too

Duke Thomas, as someone with an intense sense of responsibility and a need to fight injustice, is constantly driven by urgency. His life is often a whirlwind of late nights, constant work, and the feeling that there’s always something else to be done. both as a vigilante and as a young person trying to keep up with everything else.

It’s a never-ending push, an emotional and mental grind that leaves him on edge, even when he tries to find moments of peace. For Duke, balance seems like a distant concept. He thrives on action, but it also leaves him emotionally drained, always caught between the desire to rest and the nagging feeling that he can’t afford to.

Enter YOU! someone who comes into his life embodying everything he craves but can never attain: peace, comfort, and the ability to take a step back. You believe that hardworking people deserve rest, and this philosophy runs completely counter to Duke’s relentless drive. You live by a slower, more intentional pace, where moments of stillness and relaxation are just as important as hard work. You don’t feel the need to constantly prove your worth or fight against every injustice. you trust that things will find balance on their own.

This creates an immediate obsession for Duke. You are the opposite of everything he knows. You are the calm that could soothe his storm, the balance he’s never been able to achieve in his chaotic life.

The more Duke observes you, the more fascinated he becomes, drawn to this energy that seems to defy his worldview. Your way of being seems like the ultimate ideal, something Duke believes he could never fully experience but longs to understand. and ultimately, possess.

Duke's life is emotionally charged with stress, responsibility, and a constant sense of urgency. Everything he does is driven by a desire to help and protect, but there’s always a nagging feeling of inadequacy, like he’s never doing enough. In contrast, you are someone who seems to have found a way to exist without that constant emotional push. The fact that you can take a step back from the relentless pace of life is maddening to him. not in a traditional jealous sense, but in a way that feels like you’ve unlocked something he can’t.

He might watch you (without you knowing), just to understand how you can be so relaxed, how you let go of the pressure that he’s been trained to carry. He doesn’t envy you; he’s desperate to understand how it’s possible to live in a world so chaotic yet still find peace. This, for him, is a form of escape he can’t reach. and it makes you irresistible.

To Duke, you represent the ideal version of balance. someone who isn’t overwhelmed by the weight of the world, someone who has mastered inner peace. He could never be like that, but he starts to obsessively chase after it. He might arrange his life around you, not to control you, but to see if he can mimic your way of being. If your life is calm and steady, maybe his could be too, just by being closer to you. He won’t admit it to himself, but his obsession with you isn’t just about wanting to be near someone like you. it’s about wanting to absorb your philosophy, wanting to be like you.

Every time he’s with you, he becomes acutely aware of the gap between his own chaotic, overworked existence and your serene, unburdened one. This will make him cling to you, but in a way that’s almost paradoxical: he wants to be near you to study you, not in a way that’s invasive or creepy, but with a pure fascination about your lifestyle and how you move through the world so effortlessly.

Instead of an obsession driven by possession, Duke’s fixation stems from a deep need for emotional healing. He believes that you could be the person who helps him find inner peace. not by forcing him to slow down, but by being the calm around which his chaotic life might eventually settle. He might try to subtly influence his environment so that it’s closer to the peaceful vibe you radiate, not for you to notice, but because he’s desperate to create a space where he can relax. That’s why his obsession is so quietly intense. he’s not just drawn to you, but to what you represent: the ability to be content without the need to constantly push.

This makes him see your ideology of "hardworking people deserve rest" as perfect. it’s not just an ideology for him, it’s a rulebook he has been trying to follow but never could quite grasp until now.

Duke will probably start by monitoring your movements and actions, trying to figure out your motivations. He won't just immediately go after you. Instead, Duke might try to gather more information about what you're doing and why. He might even go so far as to shadow you in a way that doesn’t immediately blow his cover, trying to learn from your methods.

He could also be conflicted because there’s something enticing about the way you approach the scheme. For example, you might be pulling off a heist, or perhaps you’re somehow halting the city's productivity, forcing its workers to take mandatory breaks, essentially grinding the gears of Gotham to a halt. It might make him wonder if he, too, can somehow enact a version of your ideology in a less destructive way. one that doesn’t harm people but still forces rest and peace upon Gotham in a controlled, sustainable way.

note: ‘ermmm!!!! this is inaccurate!!!’ ERMMM!!! ykw ur probably right but these r called hcs for a reason aannnddd!!!! i dont car!!!!!

[kururreal]

giggles deviously

-munv⭐️

can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your partner and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to either love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you don’t love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life. I love you so much I would literally do anything to have you all mine I would die for you I would kill someone for you I would sell my fucking soul for you I just can't take it anymore your so perfect. /c

hehe ,, sorry . hello …!! i have no idea what munv ⭐️ could possibly mean … i am not a detective unfortunately 💔 but thabk y for giggling so deviously . reminds me of the devil . i don’t get asks so this was surprising ….

[kururreal]

“a flower yearning for the touch of spring.”

warning: ooc. short. i hate epel felmier’s guts. EXTREMELY cheesy. please don’t throw toma🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅wwai🍅🍅🍅🍅sto🍅🍅🍅🍅im sor🍅🍅🍅🍅OKA🍅🍅🍅STOP!!!🍅🍅🍅🍅

writing random people’s ocxcanon ships because i’m bored part 2 ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Astria Meris drifted quietly through the dense, verdant expanse of the grand forest of Night Raven College. The sun hung low in the sky, casting dappled beams of golden light through the towering trees, each one ancient and wise. As they walked, their wings fluttered gently, catching the light in a soft iridescence that mirrored the delicate hues of the forest itself—pale lilac and pearlescent silver reflecting the tranquil warmth of the afternoon.

The air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and damp wood, the leaves rustling faintly in the breeze. Despite the sounds of life all around—birds calling, insects humming, the wind whispering through the branches—Astria felt a quiet, profound stillness in their heart, as if the forest itself held its breath in anticipation. They had heard whispers of a rare, enchanted orchid hidden somewhere deep within this vast woodland, a flower known to bloom only under the care of emotions. It was said to glow with a soft, ethereal light, visible only in the presence of pure love, grief, or intense emotions. The magic that fuels it comes from the energy of souls or spirits, making it highly coveted for necromantic or soul-binding magic.

Astria's footsteps were light, almost silent, as they moved with purpose yet reverence through the underbrush, eyes scanning for any sign of the elusive bloom. The legend of the orchid had fascinated them since they were a child, and today, that quiet, deep love for nature, for its mysteries and its magic, had led them here. The thought of such a delicate flower, one that responded only to kindness, stirred something gentle within them, a spark of quiet determination.

With each step deeper into the forest, the path became less clear, the trees growing denser, the air cooler, but Astria did not hesitate. The whisper of the wind, the soft flutter of their wings, and the rustle of the leaves felt like the heartbeat of the forest itself, guiding them toward their destination. They knew the orchid was out there somewhere, and they were ready to find it—drawn not just by curiosity.

Epel Felmier stood casually near the vine-covered trellis, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. His sharp eyes flicked between the twisting vines, watching the other figure in silence for a moment. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the garden, but Epel didn’t seem to mind the heat. His attention was fixed on them, the one who had been staring at a stubborn bud for the past ten minutes, as if willing it to bloom with sheer determination.

With a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, Epel took a slow step forward. “Ya been starin’ at that thing for ten minutes,” he drawled, his voice dripping with playful amusement. “Pretty sure it ain’t gonna bloom outta fear.” He tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Unless you're tryin' to scare it into openin’ up.”

His tone was light, teasing, but there was no sharpness in it—no true bite, just the kind of good-natured jab that came from someone who enjoyed seeing how long he could nudge before the other snapped. He leaned against the trellis, arms still crossed, clearly unbothered by the strange silence that had fallen between them.

“You’re makin' that poor flower nervous,” he added with a chuckle, watching the other’s every move. “Don’t go makin' it think it’s gotta impress ya or somethin’.”

Astria chuckled softly, the sound warm and light, as they lowered themselves beside the wilted plant. Their fingers brushed over the delicate petals, a small smile tugging at their lips. "Not just because of that," they murmured, their voice soft and almost wistful as they glanced up at Epel. "Flowers need care... and maybe a little magic."

Their gaze lingered on him for a moment, a faint blush creeping up their neck as they tried to avoid meeting his teasing eyes. There was something about Epel’s presence—something effortlessly easy, yet disarmingly sharp—that made their heart skip a beat. They felt a little weak under his gaze, like they could almost forget their words, lose their place in the conversation, just because he was standing there, so effortlessly in control of the moment.

Astria sighed quietly, their hands gently cupping the plant, as if it were a delicate treasure. "I guess... I’m trying to give it both," they added, their tone almost shy now, like they were revealing something vulnerable.

With a gentle touch, Astria’s fingers hovered over the delicate petals, their breath steady and soft as they whispered quiet, encouraging words—words only the flowers seemed to understand. The air around them shimmered faintly, as if responding to the subtle pull of their magic. With a barely perceptible hum, their magic flowed through their fingertips, a delicate thread of light weaving between their hands and the wilted orchid.

For a long moment, nothing seemed to happen. But then, like the first hint of dawn breaking through the night, the orchid stirred. Its petals trembled, then began to unfurl, revealing an intricate dance of colors—deep purples, soft blues, and streaks of silver that seemed to shimmer in the fading light. The bloom slowly stretched open, revealing a breathtaking display of life that hadn’t been there just moments before.

Epel snorted, crossing his arms with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. “Wow. Real impressive.” His tone was playful, but there was that glint in his eye that suggested he wasn’t about to let them off the hook that easily.

Astria rolled their eyes, but the warmth in their chest was undeniable. They huffed, clearly not having the energy to be frustrated, despite how Epel’s words always seemed to find a way to get under their skin. “Shut up, farm boy,” they shot back, but the words came out more endearing than harsh. They pressed their fingers gently against the stem of the orchid, as if focusing their attention on it would keep their racing heart from betraying them.

Epel’s teasing smile lingered, but Astria could feel his gaze on them, a little too intense, a little too soft. It made them shift awkwardly, suddenly aware of how close they were to him. They let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, their cheeks tinging just slightly.

“Not all of us just punch trees and call it gardening,” Astria muttered, the words slipping out before they could stop them. Their voice had an edge to it, playful but undercut with something they didn’t want to admit.

There was a beat of silence, and for a moment, it felt like the world had paused. Epel didn’t say anything, his eyes flickering between Astria and the blooming orchid. For a second, Astria wondered if they’d gone too far. But then, they felt it—a slight shift in the air, something that told them maybe, just maybe, the space between them wasn’t as awkward as it seemed.

Epel rolled his eyes dramatically but couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips. With a resigned sigh, he crouched down beside Astria, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as though he was preparing for battle. “Ain’t punchin’ trees, it’s proper orchard work,” he quipped, glancing at Astria out of the corner of his eye. “Unlike ya, whisperin’ sweet nothings to a flower.”

He nudged them lightly with his elbow, the movement casual, but there was something almost teasing in the way he did it. His eyes flickered to the orchid, still in full bloom, then back to Astria’s face, his grin turning into something more knowing.

“What, ya tryin’ to flirt with it?” he asked, his voice playful but laced with a hint of something deeper.

Astria could feel the subtle edge to his words, though they masked it with a joking tone. There was something about the way Epel was acting—something that felt just a little too pointed, a little too personal, for it to be mere teasing. It made Astria bite back a smile, unsure whether they were imagining it or not. Still, they couldn’t help but lean into the banter, a warm flush spreading across their cheeks.

Astria slightly huffed, a soft sigh escaping their lips as they looked at the orchid with a mix of frustration and fondness. “It just needs the right touch,” they murmured, almost to themselves. Their fingers hovered over the delicate petals, a faint shimmer of magic pulsing through them as they focused, allowing the warmth of their power to flow gently into the flower.

The orchid twitched—just a little—but it was enough to make Astria’s heart skip a beat. They hadn’t expected it to respond quite so quickly, and the sudden movement startled them. Their fingers faltered mid-air, and a blush crept up their neck. It wasn’t that they hadn’t used their magic before, but something about Epel watching so closely made them feel... off balance.

Epel raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. And what if it decides to bite instead?” His voice dripped with playful sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced between Astria and the orchid.

Astria rolled their eyes, though there was a hint of amusement behind it. “It’s not a carnivorous plant,” they replied with a soft laugh, the tension in their shoulders easing. They had to admit, there was something about Epel’s teasing that always seemed to pull them out of their own head.

Epel’s smirk only deepened. “Yet.”

Astria rolled their eyes again, but this time, the movement was more playful than frustrated. They took a deep breath, focusing their magic with greater precision, letting it flow in a steady, calm rhythm. The orchid’s petals fluttered delicately, releasing a faint, sweet fragrance that seemed to drift through the air like a whispered promise. Slowly, almost as if waking from a long slumber, the flower opened wider, revealing a deep purple center that gleamed in the soft light—a vibrant, intricate heart that shimmered with life.

Astria’s gaze softened as they watched the transformation, a small smile tugging at their lips. They leaned back, satisfied with their work, though there was a hint of pride in their voice. “See?” They said smoothly, looking over at Epel, “All it needed was a little coaxing.”

Epel, who had been watching the whole time with a mix of skepticism and admiration, raised an eyebrow, but the teasing edge was gone from his expression. For a brief moment, his usual banter seemed to settle, replaced by something more genuine, though it was quickly masked by his trademark grin.

“Guess you’re good for somethin’ after all, huh?” Epel said, nudging them lightly, though his tone was softer than before, almost fond.

Astria met his gaze, a spark of warmth in their chest, but they didn’t respond immediately. Instead, they just smiled, the unspoken understanding between them lingering in the air. For once, there was no need for words; the moment spoke for itself.

gift for .. @starboy2461 …!!! im sorry if it’s inaccurate please don’t execute me

i hate the eending iof

“Guess you’re good for somethin’ after all, huh?” Epel said, nudging them lightly, though his tone was softer than before, almost fond.

but it can’t be helped.

[kururreal]

“since i'm in hell, come and keep me company.”

warning: ooc. probably. no guarantee because i hate floyd leech’s guts

writing random people’s ocxcanon ships because i’m bored (*´ー｀*)

Angel has always gone to great lengths to steer clear of Floyd, a constant shadow hanging over her school days. Whether it’s darting into empty hallways to avoid a run-in, sneaking out of meals to dodge him in the cafeteria, or even stiffening at the mere sound of his voice, she does whatever it takes to stay away. It’s not that she has any personal animosity towards him, but the way he seems to echo the traits of someone from her past, someone who once made her life miserable, is something she can’t seem to escape. The very sight of Floyd brings back memories she’s spent years trying to bury, and the anxiety that bubbles up when he’s near is almost too much for her to handle.

there’s something about the way he moves, the way he speaks, that instantly reminds her of the person who made her school years miserable. He mirrors that past bully in all the wrong ways, dredging up memories she would much rather leave buried.

But unfortunately for Angel, Floyd seems to have a knack for picking up on her subtle efforts to distance herself. And the more she tries to avoid him, the more he becomes fixated on her. It’s almost as if her discomfort amuses him, like a game he’s eager to play. Every awkward sidestep, every hastily avoided conversation, only deepens his curiosity. What is it about her that makes her react this way? And what does Floyd do when something catches his attention in such an intriguing way? He pursues it, of course—like a dog with a bone. He’s relentless, and now, he’s set his sights on Angel.

he’s weird, I know. god clearly doesn’t exist.

It was only a matter of time before Floyd caught on. After all, Angel had been trying to slip past him for days, sidestepping him in the halls and dodging his gaze like a ghost. On the fifth attempt that week, she turned the corner, hoping to avoid another awkward encounter, but there he was—waiting, as if he knew exactly where she’d be.

“Y’know, shiru-chan,” Floyd called out, his voice teasing and playful, “the more ya run, the more fun it is for me! So why don’tcha just give up already?

Angel froze, her heart pounding. She hadn't thought he’d be so bold. Her usual strategy was to be quick, to evade him before he could catch on, but today… today, he was waiting for her. God, he’s such a freak.

Without giving her a chance to escape, Floyd casually leaned against the wall, blocking her path. A wicked grin stretched across his face, one that made Angel's stomach churn, even though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. She steeled herself for whatever teasing he’d throw her way this time—she’d grown accustomed to it by now. But instead of the usual mocking words or snide comments, Floyd did something completely unexpected.

Without missing a beat, he dropped to the floor with a dramatic plop, sitting right down next to her in the narrow hallway. Angel blinked in confusion, her eyes narrowing. Was he seriously going to sit here like this?

"Guess what?" Floyd said, leaning back casually, like he was lounging on a park bench rather than blocking her escape. "You're stuck with me now, shiru-chan!"

His words caught Angel off guard. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She couldn't believe this was happening. How was he so casual about this? How was he so... persistent? He wasn’t even taunting her like usual. Instead, there was something almost unsettling in the way he was sitting there, like he didn’t care how uncomfortable she felt, like he didn’t need her approval or permission to be there. He just... was.

From that day forward, Floyd made it his personal mission to invade every corner of Angel’s life. It didn’t matter where she went or what she was doing—he was there, just like he’d promised. It started innocently enough, or at least, that’s how it seemed to him. He’d drag her into casual conversations, interrupting her solitude with a loud, "Hey, shiru-chan, whatcha doin’?" whether she was reading a book in the corner of the library or trying to concentrate in the middle of a crowded hallway.

At lunch, he insisted on sitting next to her, even when she tried to keep a low profile by picking a table in the furthest corner. Floyd wasn’t content with just sitting quietly either—no, he had to fill the air with his chaotic chatter, his loud, boisterous voice cutting through the noise of the cafeteria. He’d laugh at his own jokes, talk about whatever popped into his head, and whenever Angel tried to quietly slip away, pretending she hadn’t heard him, he’d be right behind her, following her with an infectious energy.

At first, Angel was terrified. Every sudden movement from him made her jump, every burst of laughter or call of her name sent her heart racing. She couldn’t shake the fear that, at any moment, this was all just some cruel joke. He was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to make her feel the same way her past bully had. And yet, every time she flinched or bristled, Floyd didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it only encouraged him. He was relentless, following her like a shadow, never giving her a chance to escape or be left alone. But instead of hurting her, instead of mocking her, he just… existed. Loud, chaotic, and overbearing in his own way, but never cruel.

Angel didn’t understand it. There were no insults, no hurtful words, no pranks or games that made her feel small. Floyd simply hovered around her, like an overzealous puppy that refused to leave her side. She’d snap at him sometimes, but it didn’t faze him. His smile never wavered, his energy never dimmed. He wasn’t being malicious—he was just there. And that was what confused her the most.

It started small, as these things often do—a slight shift in the way Floyd interacted with her, so subtle at first that Angel didn’t know whether to chalk it up to her imagination or something more deliberate. It was the little things that caught her attention: Floyd casually sliding into the seat next to her at lunch, like he had all the right in the world to be there. At first, Angel thought it was a coincidence. Maybe he had nowhere else to sit. But then it happened again the next day, and the day after that. And then, there was the hallway—the way Floyd always seemed to pop up right when she thought she could sneak away unnoticed. He’d flash a wide grin, his voice ringing out cheerfully: “Mornin’, shiru-chan~!” The sing-song way he said it was almost too… familiar. Like he’d been doing this for years. we should publicly execute him.

At first, Angel assumed it was just a prank, something to mess with her head, to make her feel uncomfortable. She expected him to slip in a cruel joke or trick at any moment, to twist her anxieties the way her old bully used to. Every time Floyd popped up unexpectedly, Angel’s heart would race, her breath catching in her throat, expecting the worst. But instead of the usual sharp words or mean-spirited jokes, he’d just be there. With that grin of his. And his persistent cheerfulness.

Days passed, and still Floyd didn’t stop. If anything, he grew even more persistent. He started showing up during breaks, standing at the edge of her conversations, leaning against the walls as if he had all the time in the world to watch her. And when Angel tried to dodge him, pretend she didn’t see him, he’d follow her with a casual air like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Then came class. Floyd would casually insist on partnering with her for group activities, making it seem as though they were already a team, like it was expected. No matter how much Angel tried to shift away from him, his energy never waned. He was always there, always hovering. And when it came time for lunch or the occasional free period, Floyd had a new trick up his sleeve: “C’mon, shiru-chan,” he’d say with that same lazy grin. “Free food, Mostro Lounge! You gotta come with me! It’s free, c’mon~!”

Angel, trying her best to maintain some semblance of normalcy, would usually hesitate. There was something about the idea of going to Mostro Lounge with him—of giving in to this strange, persistent company—that made her gut tighten. But each time, Floyd would be relentless. “Free food, shiru-chan,” he’d insist, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Eventually, Angel found herself swept along, half-resigned, half-suspicious.

No cruel pranks. No trickery. Just Floyd’s ever-annoying present cheer, and that nagging feeling that she was missing something.

It wasn’t just during the usual breaks or lunch hours anymore either. Floyd began showing up uninvited, accompanying her and Grim when they went anywhere—whether it was a walk around campus or a quick visit to the library. He’d pop up beside them like he’d been waiting for hours. At first, Angel thought it was a fluke, a misunderstanding. But the next time, and the next after that, Floyd was right there. As if he’d been counting the minutes until he could interrupt.

And the worst part? He didn’t seem bothered by her discomfort at all. He didn’t even notice the tension in her shoulders or the way her eyes would dart nervously whenever he showed up. Floyd was simply... casual. Like this was just how things were now. Angel would stiffen, try to avoid looking directly at him, but Floyd would just beam, as though everything was perfectly normal.

"Y’know," he said, swinging his arm casually over his shoulder as they walked together, "If you’re gonna be scared of me, might as well make it worth it, right?~" let’s throw tomatoes at him.

Angel doesn’t understand why. Every time Floyd shows up, she feels that familiar knot of fear twist in her stomach. Why does he insist on talking to her when it’s so obvious she’s scared? Why won’t he leave her alone? At first, she’d thought it was just a joke—some way to get a rise out of her, to laugh when she flinched or looked away. But no matter how many times she tried to slip away, no matter how many cold stares she gave him or how much she braced herself for the worst, Floyd just kept coming back, acting like it was all normal.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Why was he doing this? What did he want from her? She couldn’t shake the feeling that any moment now, he’d snap. Any moment, he’d grow tired of the game and show his true colors—the cruelty, the mockery, the biting words. Just like the person he reminded her of. The person who made her school years a living hell, who tormented her for fun, who broke her trust and twisted her every move.

but that moment never comes.

One day, it happened again. Angel was standing by her locker, rummaging through her books in the hallway, just trying to get through another day. And like always, she heard Floyd’s footsteps before she saw him—loud, heavy, and coming closer. He moved too quickly, too suddenly, and without thinking, Angel flinched, her body tensing like a coiled spring. It was reflex at this point—her brain immediately expecting some kind of prank, some sharp word, some hidden insult—but instead of the usual teasing laugh or sarcastic jab, there was a long silence.

When she finally glanced up, she saw Floyd standing there, his usual mischievous grin absent from his face. Instead, his brow was furrowed, and there was something strangely serious in his expression.

“Hey, Hey, Shiru-chan,” he said, his voice unusually quiet, the teasing replaced with a more straightforward tone. “Are you scared of me?”

Angel froze. For a moment, she wanted to deny it, to brush it off with a quick excuse or a sharp retort, but the truth was too glaring. She was scared. She hadn’t meant to be, hadn’t wanted to be, but there it was. Every time Floyd moved too quickly, or every time his voice suddenly cut through her space with that chaotic energy, a little part of her still expected something to go wrong. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he might, at any moment, turn into the person who could hurt her.

Her stomach churned with embarrassment, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. The truth was too obvious, written all over her face. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but no words came out.

"why.. won't you leave me alone?"

Floyd stared at her for a long moment, his gaze sharp but strangely thoughtful. He didn’t push her, didn’t mock her or say something to make her feel worse. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, a small, curious smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t his usual sharp grin, the one that made her nervous or irritated, but something softer, almost… sleepy. Like he’d just woken up from a nap and was still processing what was going on around him.

"Dunno," he murmured, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t really matter. "Just feel like it. You’re funny when you’re scared, but you’d be more fun if you weren’t."

The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Angel didn’t know how to respond. There was no edge to his voice, no cruelty in his gaze. He wasn’t mocking her fear, nor was he pretending to be oblivious to it. He simply… acknowledged it, and then moved on.

It’s not an apology. There’s no grand speech or dramatic revelation. Floyd doesn’t sit her down, doesn’t try to explain himself. He doesn’t apologize or say anything that would make the situation easier. He just acts like he always does—loud, unpredictable, and annoyingly persistent.

And for the first time in a long while, Angel breathes a little easier. just a little.

gift for : @eclipzesblog

i know nrc doesn’t have any lockers .. but like .. i was losing ideas bro ..

shiru - chan / シール : seal.

seal spirit animal: The seal works with the elements of water and earth, being happiest at sea, the seal comes to land to give birth and rest. The seal on land is very clumsy, but they will overcome any obstacles that are in his way.

[kururreal]

can someone make a tiger twst oc pls

(๑•ૅㅁ•๑) .ᐟ

the fact that lions are often depicted as the king of the jungle, with their majestic appearance and golden mane. However, tigers are in fact more deserving of this title because they are known for their strength and prowess. Lions, despite their majestic appearance, are often seen as "blonde blow - hards," meaning they are loud and draw attention but with little substance. Tigers are stronger, more agile, and more adaptable to the jungle environment.

the tiger oc having an inferior complex on someone who ALSO have an inferior complex is a funny scenario for me. Imagine a future where the tiger oc feels their destiny is one of darkness, where no matter how high they achieve, whether it's perfect attendance at school, hard work in extracurricular activities, or good test scores, their outcome will still be the same - they'll end up at the bottom of society, dismissed and underestimated due to society's preconceived notions. Their fate is sealed, regardless of how hard they strive, because no matter what they do, they will always be underestimated.

The tiger feels a deep sense of jealousy towards Leona despite his carefree nature and inferior complex. In their mind, Leona is more successful, even with his perceived inferiority, leading the tiger to believe that it's unfair. This creates a complex mix of emotions, as the tiger feels resentment and jealousy towards someone who they believe hasn't put in as much effort as they have, yet achieves more success.

“erm actually Tigers aren’t the ‘ king ’ of the Jungle because they don’t live—🤓☝️” erm actually shut your mouth .ᐟ .ᐟ

[kururreal]

IM SO NORMAL OVER MAFUYU ASAHINA .ᐟ

The white umbrella typically symbolizes purity, innocence, and protection. It is often associated with a sense of sanctuary from the elements and can represent an escape from the harshness of reality. In various cultures, a white umbrella may also signify respect, ceremony, and honor, particularly in contexts like weddings and funerals.

in this case, it’s a funeral LOL

If an umbrella is described as ‘fancy,' it could imply additional symbolism related to wealth or status. Fancy objects are often associated with luxury and high social standing, and the use of a fancy umbrella may convey a sense of opulence or extravagance. In some cultures or contexts, it could be seen as a symbol of fashion or style, indicating that the person using it values aesthetics and presentation.

The open umbrella resting on the ground filled by white roses with a single pink rose mixed in likely holds symbolism related to love, protection, and purity. The umbrella can represent a protective shield or a romantic shelter, while the white roses symbolize innocence, purity, and loyalty. The presence of a single pink rose among the white ones may symbolize exclusivity or the idea of standing out from the crowd.

In this particular symbolism, the scene of an open umbrella resting on the ground filled with white roses, with a single pink rose, can represent a combination of themes of love, protection, and rarity. The open umbrella symbolizes a shield or shelter against life's challenges or emotional storms, while the white roses signify purity, innocence, and often symbolize new beginnings. The inclusion of a single pink rose is a symbol of delicate and deep love, possibly indicating a special connection or a unique kind of adoration.

The presence of a light, long ribbon attached to the holding of the umbrella adds an additional layer of symbolism to the imagery. Ribbons are often associated with grace, elegance, and femininity, and can represent a connection or bond between two individuals. In this case, the ribbon may symbolize the connection or relationship between the person carrying the umbrella and the one who may have placed the roses within. It could also represent the fragility and delicate nature of emotions or relationships.

Additionally, the length of the ribbon could reflect the depth or duration of the connection or relationship. A long ribbon may signify a long - standing bond or a deep, meaningful connection. The lightness of the ribbon may further emphasize the delicate and ethereal nature of love and emotions.

Mafuyu , seemingly lost in contemplation as she gazes at the umbrella, symbolizes the search for identity and self - discovery. The white and black color combination could represent duality and the internal struggle to find a balance between different aspects, such as light and darkness, innocence and sophistication. The act of staring at the umbrella may symbolize the person's search for protection, guidance, or perhaps even a sense of purpose.

In this symbolism, the umbrella represents Mizuki’s desire for secrecy and genuine self - expression. As the person, Mafuyu, who has lost their sense of self looks at the umbrella, it represents their attempt to understand and connect with their friend on a deeper level. The umbrella can symbolize the hidden aspects of their friend's identity or emotions, and the act of looking at it may represent the person's desire to uncover or comprehend their friend's true self. It can also symbolize the person's longing to support their friend and be a source of safety and acceptance for them.

In this setting, a room filled with white, white roses, and white curtains can symbolize purity, innocence, and a sense of tranquility. The color white is often associated with cleanliness, simplicity, and purity, creating a calming and serene atmosphere. The presence of white roses reinforces the idea of purity and innocence, and the white curtains may symbolize a desire for privacy or a protected space. The overall effect of this setting is one of purity, serenity, and a sense of escapism or refuge from the outside world.

[kururreal]

Hello! I loved your post about courtship rituals in the different cultures of Twisted Wonderland! Are you planning to do something similar for Sunset Savanna/Coral Sea/Land of Dawning?

second ask …??? so honored….

I would like to begin by expressing my sincere gratitude for taking the time to read my post. I truly appreciate your attention and consideration! ヽ(´▽｀)/

As for species kingdoms in Twisted Wonderland, such as the Sunset Savanna, Coral Sea, and Briar Valley, I don't plan on writing about their courtships since there are already many posts about them. I wrote this because I was bored and tired of seeing only courtship practices being discussed for these specific species . ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))

(ㆀ˘･з･˘) While I do not have plans to write about the courtship practices of the other Kingdoms at the moment, if someone requests it, I would be happy to consider it. Thank you for your interest and for asking!

this sounds so awkward …. (・Д・)

[kururreal]

“have i not loved you enough, my sweet﹖”

𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ HEADCANONS ‹3

culture courting! ooc. don’t kill me pls.

❪ ENMA YUUKEN .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋🤍

I. The word "shy" is often used to describe Japanese individuals, and this perception may stem from their traditional cultural practices. Those unfamiliar with Japanese customs might find the Japanese way of life to be rather restrained and conservative, with a strict moral code that could be seen as somewhat antiquated to outsiders. This cultural backdrop contributes to the characterization of Japanese people as being shy and reserved.

II. Yuuken is not dissimilar from others in his nervousness when it comes to courting you. He hesitates to make any significant moves, fearing to cause you discomfort, as he finds the prospect unbearable. Doing so would make him a disappointment to his ancestors, a situation he strives to avoid at all costs. Yuuken's nervous demeanor can be seen as a result of his concern for your comfort and the fear of causing any distress or unease. His wariness is motivated by a deep sense of responsibility to uphold his family's honor and avoid bringing shame upon his ancestors. This trepidation is a testament to his respect for cultural norms and his desire to approach the relationship with sensitivity and consideration.

III. Yuuken adheres to the cultural teachings that discourage excessive public displays of intimacy, as this behavior is deemed improper within Japanese society. Although it is generally frowned upon, those who witness such acts tend to remain polite and look away, attributing the lack of proper understanding to the situation. Despite this, Yuuken is influenced by his upbringing and mentality as a Japanese guy, and continues to follow the traditional standards of courtship while navigating the boundaries of public display of affection.

IV. Yuuken strongly believes that demonstrating genuine care and love to someone special involves expressing it through tangible actions and deeds. Spending quality time together, displaying unwavering support for one another's aspirations, and being unafraid to voice heartfelt sentiments and display affection are all crucial components of his approach to cultivating a meaningful connection. Furthermore, he acknowledges that being open-minded, adaptable, and flexible is essential since every individual is unique and has distinct needs, preferences, and expectations. Ultimately, Yuuken's strategy to court someone revolves around authentically conveying affection through his words, body language, and actions.

V. Japanese youth are raised with the principle of respecting their elders, which can contribute to their shyness and difficulty in expressing their feelings, particularly when it comes to matters of love. The strong emphasis on collectivism and group dynamics further reinforces this behavior, as younger individuals may find comfort in acting as part of a group rather than expressing their emotions individually. Consequently, Yuuken may require some external encouragement, such as moral support or a nudge to bolster his confidence, in order to openly declare his love for someone.

VI. Younger individuals in Japan, who are too shy to initiate a date with someone they like, often turn to a popular dating strategy known as "gokon" (合コン) or "group date." In this setup, the male typically invites his male friends, such as Ace and Deuce, and you invites your own companions. Ideally, there is an equal number of his friends and your friends participants, fostering a more relaxed and inclusive atmosphere, thereby minimizing any potential awkwardness or feelings of being left out.

VII. It is highly probable that Ace and Deuce will tease Yuuken, adding a touch of jest to the situation. Furthermore, there is the possibility that you may lack companions to enlist for their involvement in the group date. In light of these circumstances, Yuuken is likely to instead choose to express his love through actions. In Japanese culture, words of endearment hold little value without corresponding behaviors that genuinely reflect those sentiments. Therefore, he may demonstrate his affection by praising your qualities, sending heartfelt messages, or offering thoughtful gifts.

VIII. Despite the differences in expressing love between Japanese culture and the Western world, the underlying foundations share a common understanding. Both cultures recognize that love is nurtured and reinforced through consistent everyday actions over time. The sentiments themselves are universal, but the Japanese perspective emphasizes the power of actions over words in demonstrating affection. This nuanced difference in expression highlights the significance of tangible actions in strengthening and nourishing the bond of love in Japanese culture.

The courtship rituals in the Queendom of Roses would undoubtedly be distinctive, imaginative, and unconventional. The whimsical and imaginative atmosphere of this realm would lend itself to creative expressions of affection. As a result, each courtship encounter would be like a surprise, adding an element of spontenuity and uniqueness to the experience!

Courtship rituals can differ drastically between the various kingdoms within Wonderland, and the key to successfully courting a partner in this realm is to display confidence, imagination, and a touch of eccentricity. In the Queendom of Roses, unusual gestures and unconventional approaches are highly valued, so don’t be afraid to embrace your uniqueness. When searching for a suitor, seek someone who can handle your fiery demeanor and provide some intellectual stimulation as well. In the Queendom of Roses, partnerships are viewed as a delicate balance between power and wit. Once you find your ideal match, do not be hesitant to pursue them boldly.

The second step in the courtship process in the Queendom of Roses is crucial - the proposal! In this whimsical realm, a well-thought-out proposal typically goes beyond a simple "Will you marry me?" and is instead seen as an opportunity to showcase one's devotion, creativity, and unyielding loyalty. A truly successful proposal in the Queendom of Roses should demonstrate your ability to think outside the box, surprising and delighting your partner with a unique and memorable proposal!

The proposal, in the Queendom of Roses, is an unparalleled affair. Rather than a traditional approach on one knee, the suitor is more likely to orchestrate an extravagant and theatrical spectacle, featuring hidden riddles, intricate scavenger hunts, or even a thrilling escape from the Queen’s guards. It’s not merely about asking for their hand in marriage; it’s about demonstrating one’s willingness to go to any length and handle a dash of the Queendom of Roses brand of madness.

“what about dating?” Oh dear, you are quite impatient aren't you? Dating is the third step, dear. In the Queendom of Roses, dating isn't like those traditional candlelit dinners and hand-holding. No, dear, it's an intricate dance of wit, riddles, and games. Here, they believe the courtship period should be a time to test one's mental acuity, cunning, and ability to keep up with their maddening pace. So, when you begin to date in the Queendom of Roses, keep things lively. Forget about those romantic dinners and movies. How about a thrilling scavenger hunt across the kingdom instead? And instead of a romantic picnic, imagine a tea party with pastries that may or may not be laced with poisonous surprises. Remember, the key to a successful Queendom of Roses relationship is to never, ever get monotonous or dull.

In the realm of Queendom of Roses, the art of courting consists of a precarious equilibrium of allure and insanity. It would likely start with Yuuken sending enigmatic riddles and challenges to assess your shrewdness and ability to keep up with his erratic actions. Once he found a suitor he deemed worthy, he would plan a splendid exhibition of his affections. Perhaps a sumptuous feast where he would make a toast to your impending union, or a soiree filled with games meticulously designed to unveil the compatibility between you and him.

But beyond all that, he'd let his madness guide him. After all, what's courting without a bit of insanity?

❪ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋❤️

I. Riddle would meticulously adhere to the courtship practices of the Queendom of Roses. He would generously bestow gifts and symbols of his affection upon his suitor, each more peculiar and unexpected than the previous. He would organize opulent festivities in their honor, complete with a plethora of whimsical and unforeseeable entertainment. Every moment spent together would become an exercise in preserving his reputation for being "mad" while simultaneously showing his loyalty. And as his suitor responds in kind, they would be accepting the challenge to match his madness, thereby proving themselves worthy of becoming his companion in love and insanity.

II. In this step, Riddle would keenly observe you, diligently studying your personality to ensure that it somewhat resonates with his. Bear in mind that the first step is to select someone who can endure your spirited nature and offer a healthy challenge in return. The Queendom of Roses firmly believes that a partnership should be a delicate balance of power and intellect. You might notice Riddle's gaze lingering on you for longer than others, causing you to wonder if you have accidentally broken a rule. However, fear not, for it's merely riddle meticulously searching for a flawless suitor, and he suspects that you may fit the bill!

III. The next stage, as viewed through Riddle's lens, holds great excitement. There is an opportunity to test your devotion and resilience in the face of his challenges. However, from your point of view, it may seem like he despises you! He propels you towards outlandish scenarios beyond your wildest dreams. He assigns you tasks with objectives that seem inexplicable or impossible to achieve. In addition, he exhibits increased harshness, even meting out punishments for minor transgressions. Confronting a shapeshifter is merely one of the many trials he presents. Every predicament is meticulously orchestrated to unveil your depth of dedication, loyalty, and ability to withstand. He Clearly, he doesn't want a submissive partner, but rather someone who can stand their ground and meet his challenges head-on. These tests are not just his way of having fun, but also an essential part of his evaluation process.

IV. After a week filled with various events and dramatic episodes, Riddle would finally assess that you possess the qualities he seeks in a suitor. He would then regard you with a look of satisfaction, and begin to become increasingly intimate with you. This housewarden can be quite perplexing, isn't he? The third step, dating, unfolds with him inviting you to extravagant parties and tea parties. These occasions are usually teeming with excessive activities and chaos. Riddle thrives in this constant whirlwind of nonsense, and follows rule three to the letter: never be bored. How does he manage to maintain this perpetually tumultuous lifestyle?

V. To sum it up, being courted by Riddle is an absolute whirlwind. It requires a healthy dose of creativity, innovative thinking, and a willingness to embrace the realm of pure insanity that defines the Queendom of Roses. Get ready for a relationship unlike any other!

❪ ACE TRAPPOLA .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋❤️

I. RIDICULOUS I HATE HIM I I HOPE HE DIES

II. Don't worry about that. Based on his personality, there is a 50% probability that Ace would follow a more conventional approach in courting. However, due to his unique nature and desire to stand out, it's likely that he would incorporate his own creative flair into the courtship process, aiming to make the experience truly special and memorable for his chosen suitor.

III. The first step in Ace's plan to win your heart is to grab your attention. He might begin by presenting you with a small, eye-catching gift. Then, he'd gradually start to get closer to you, learning more about your interests and desires. He'd actively seek opportunities to spend time with you, whether in a group setting or one-on-1 scenarios. The amount of time spent together largely hinges on your level of interest in him. Ace would also become increasingly physical, if you're open to it, offering hugs and light teases as a way to express his feelings and possibly provoke a reaction from you.

IV. Once Ace has gotten to know you better, he'll take the initiative and make the first move. He understands that it's crucial for him to display his genuine interest as well; it can't always be a one-sided affair. With a clear understanding of you, he'll start flirting with you, but he won't be shy about it. He'll be upfront and bolder in his approach, wanting you to know exactly how he feels and hoping to ignite a reciprocal interest within you. He’d start by making subtle advancements, like touching your arm while talking or sitting next to you closer than usual. If you’re responsive, he may attempt to make more significant moves, like trying to hold your hand or find excuses to get into physical contact with you. Depending on your reaction, he might even lean closer to whisper flirtingly into your ear or surprise you by wrapping an arm around your waist.

VI. After the initial flirtation, Ace would transition to Step 2: making sure you understand your importance to him. He would demonstrate his care through small gestures such as checking in on you when you're feeling upset, offering comfort and reassurance. He would want to make sure you feel safe and confident in knowing that you could always count on him. In addition, he would shower you with a memorable time, taking you out for a wonderful date and treating you like royalty. During this time, he would also subtly highlight his strength and reliability, strengthening your connection. Once he feels comfortable enough with you, he’d start expressing his feelings more openly. He would become increasingly more touchy and flirtatious, he might even start calling you with endearling nicknames. He's not shy, so he’d probably just end up wrapping an arm around your waist without even realising it

V. Lastly, Ace would employ his favorite tactic: good-natured teasing. As a typical teenage boy, his pride is too great for straightforward confessions. He would tease you here and there, leaving you in a state of curiosity and wonder. And why does he do this? Simply because it's amusing to him. He knows that you never know what someone is going to say or reveal about themselves when they're in a more relaxed and playful mood, and teasing is the perfect tool. Have you ever heard of the phrase "pulling pigtails"? Ace's tactic isn't just a form of playful banter or a way to rile you up—it's a way for him to learn more about you. He's interested in seeing how you react to his teases and what kind of person you are. Teasing, in his mind, is a quick and easy way to get a glimpse into your true nature. It's a game he enjoys playing, and he hopes you'll play along. But be warned, his teasing can be quite relentless!

In the vast expanse of the Shaftlands, the courtship customs are influenced by the myriad cultures and climates found within its borders. Nevertheless, a common thread runs through all of them: a deep rooted appreciation for chivalry. Traditional values such as a gentlemanly demeanor and romantic gestures typically feature prominently in courtship rituals, with men expected to take the lead. As a first step, small tokens or gifts are often presented as symbols of affection or interest. These gifts can range from small trinkets or flowers to more meaningful tokens that reflect a deeper thought or understanding of the recipient's interests or personality. Such gestures serve as a way to express interest and begin the initial stages of courtship, with men often looking to impress and capture the attention of those they are courting.

Respect for the partner's parents or family, especially the elders, often plays a significant role in the Shaftlands courtship rituals. While the culture encourages independence and self-sufficiency from a young age, families hold great importance in the lives of Shaftland individuals. Once you're in a serious relationship with a Shaftlands partner, expect to spend a considerable amount of time with their parents, also known as the Schwiegereltern

The final step to a courtship in the Shaftlands is often spending quality time together through shared activities and conversations. However, it is worth noting that the Shaftlands are a vast country with diverse climates and many regions with distinct cultures. As a result, the specifics of the courtship process can vary greatly depending on the locale and cultural traditions. Some regions may place more emphasis on courtship rituals and symbols, while others may prioritize getting to know each other through shared experiences.

In Vil's country, courtship is approached gradually and thoughtfully. The good news is that there are no strict dating rules in the Shaftlands, making it a rather flexible environment for pursuing romantic connections. However, bear in mind a few key points when navigating the world of love in Shaftlands. Unlike the passionate and fervent dating culture in the Queendom of Roses and Sunset Savanna, Shaftlands individuals favor a more measured and rational approach to dating. Rather than fiery and intense encounters, initial dates and even a handful of subsequent dates are likely to be kept casual and focused on building a strong foundation of understanding between partners. Don’t expect the first date—or even the first several dates—to have a strong romantic flair. Instead, the goal is to engage in relaxed, unpressured activities that allow you and your partner to grow closer on an emotional and intellectual level. This approach ensures that when and if the relationship moves towards a deeper commitment or the introduction of intimate elements, it will be based on a strong foundation of mutual respect and comprehension.

While casual dating may be the standard in the Shaftlands, it is generally assumed that both parties will not be seeing multiple individuals simultaneously. Engaging in such behavior is viewed as offensive and disrespectful unless both parties have explicitly agreed upon it from the onset. Monogamous relationships are the preferred and expected norm, and any deviation from this practice without clear agreement can lead to hurt feelings or broken trust.

The process of transitioning from casual dating to a serious relationship in the Shaftlands can be a gradual one, as rushing into committed partnerships is not a priority. Relationships here often progress at a more measured pace, developing slowly and naturally over time. Consequently, patience is key, and the dating period should be viewed as an opportunity to thoroughly get to know your partner and assess the compatibility of your connection. By taking the time to truly understand one another, you can ensure that when the decision to enter a committed relationship is made, it is done with confidence and clarity.

this is getting too long (°▽°)

❪ VIL SCHOENHEIT .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋💜

I. If Vil were to court someone who holds a special fondness for nature, she might plan an outing to a lovely garden where they can bask in the beauty of the natural world together. On the other hand, if her suitor is artistic and values refined aesthetics, she might arrange a visit to an art gallery, where they can spend the day admiring the skill and beauty of the creative expression. In essence, Vil would tailor the first date to cater to her suitor's unique interests, creating a memorable experience that reflects their individual tastes and passions. In summary, Vil would take the time to understand her suitor's preferences and interests, and plan the first date accordingly. This could mean going on a nature walk in a beautiful garden for someone who appreciates the beauty of the outdoors, or exploring an art gallery and admiring the creative expressions for an artistic individual. By catering to her suitor's unique preferences, Vil would aim to create a memorable and enjoyable experience that sets the foundation for a meaningful connection.

II. Vil, being a busy individual, would approach the dating process with a deliberate and measured pace. She would carefully arrange dates during her free time, taking care to be on her best behavior and ensure that she presents herself in the best possible light. In the event that the initial date went well, as she is confident it would, she would plan additional dates but still maintain a slower pace. Vil has the habit of making her partners wait to assess their patience and level of effort. If she believes they are worthy, she will gradually open her heart more and more, eventually granting them the privilege of being considered hers. In essence, Vil is a person who holds high standards and values individuals who can demonstrate patience and dedication. She is not one to rush into relationships, but rather takes her time to evaluate her partners and their commitment. Only if someone can prove their worth and devotion would Vil consider letting them into her heart.

III. When it comes to your date with Vil, it is crucial to arrive on time. She values punctuality and expects her date to respect her time. However, in the event that an unexpected situation arises and you find yourself unable to make it at the agreed upon time, be sure to notify her promptly. Otherwise, she might perceive it as a lack of consideration for her schedule and effort. Showing up late without a valid reason can make you appear unreliable and disrespectful of Vil's time, so it's essential to be mindful of the agreed-upon time and plan your arrival accordingly. If an unforeseen circumstance arises, promptly communicate this to Vil and provide an explanation to ensure a smooth and respectful start to your date.

IV. Following a successful first date, Vil would move on to a second date and continue spending time with her suitor. However, it is important to note that she sets the pace and does not easily give herself to her partner. She wants them to prove their worth and seriousness by meeting her particular standards. During dates, Vil maintains her usual strict and composed demeanor, avoiding any signs of clinginess. She expects her suitor to respect her and show that they are not taking her for granted or assuming victory just because they have gone on a few dates. In order to win her heart completely, they still need to continue courting her. In short, despite going on multiple dates with her suitor, Vil will not immediately become overly affectionate or dependent on them. Instead, she expects them to continue courting and demonstrating their commitment and respect for her values and standards. She will not be easily won over and will remain discerning in her assessments of her partner’s intentions and dedication.

VI. Upon reaching the third step, if her suitor continues to impress her and does not let her down, Vil would start to open up and show vulnerability more. She would share her dreams and secrets with them and gauge their reaction. If they do not use this information against her, she would become more affectionate and offer a kiss on the cheek as a token of her growing feelings. However, she would not completely give herself away just yet, as she still expects her suitor to work for her affection and earn her trust completely. Despite her initial cold exterior, Vil is discerning and demands genuine, lasting efforts.

V. In the fourth step, Vil would begin to invite her suitor to events and parties, but still as a friend. She would continue to observe their behaviour and manner in public settings, keeping them on probation even then. However, if she is satisfied with their conduct thus far, her treatment towards them will become more special and affectionate, with hints dropped to indicate that they are making progress in winning her over. Despite these signs of softening, however, her suitor must still maintain their patience and keep up their efforts, as this is not the time to become complacent. If they have managed to stay in her good graces up to this point Vil would further demonstrate their growing closeness in public, such as holding their hand while walking or allowing them to enter her personal space. It’s possible that she might even allow them to address her by her first name at this stage. However, all of these actions are dependent on the suitor’s behaviour and continuing efforts to make her feel secure and valued in their relationship.

In the scorching lands of The Scalding Sands, "dating" typically takes a different form. The primary intent is to get acquainted with someone, with the ultimate goal of marriage in mind. Public displays of affection are not common, and it is uncommon for couples to meet alone. This is because of the cultural norms and societal restrictions that govern relationships in the region. Couples often meet under the supervision of a family member or chaperone, and the process of courtship involves more formalities and traditions compared to other regions.

While arranged marriages are still common in The Scalding Sands, a newer trend is emerging, particularly in urban areas. Young people are now more likely to express interest in a potential partner to their parents, who will then facilitate the marriage. This process allows for young individuals to explore less serious relationships, enabling them to gain a clearer understanding of what they seek in a life partner. Once they feel ready to settle down, they can communicate this information to their parents, who will then embark on finding a compatible match.

Some couples in The Scalding Sands may have already been secretly dating before revealing to their parents that they would like to marry. The approach to the marriage process can vary depending on the region and the familial perspectives. This secrecy could be due to the traditional norms around the topic of dating, where families may not approve of couples seeing each other before an official agreement has been arranged.

In The Scalding Sands, the concept of 'dating' is culturally taboo and often met with disapproval. If a couple is caught in a private setting, it is considered a sin or crime known as 'khulwa'. The consequences of engaging in khulwa can be severe, including punishments such as flogging and imprisonment. If sexual relations are involved, the penalties can be even more severe, potentially leading to death through execution. This strict cultural stance reflects the region's conservative values and deeply ingrained beliefs about premarital relationships.

In The Scalding Sands, dating tends to be a covert affair and finding romance in this highly conservative kingdom can be challenging, but not entirely out of reach. Expats should bear in mind that dating in the traditional sense is not practiced; instead couples come together when it's time for marriage. Parents play a pivotal role in deciding which partner is appropriate, and a person's say in the matter can vary based on their family's adherence to tradition. Additionally, due to the conservative nature of the culture, public displays of affection are not generally accepted, and physical contact between unmarried couples is strictly prohibited. Therefore, dating in The Scalding Sands is often limited to secret meetings or conversations in private spaces, where couples must exercise caution to avoid disapproval or punishment.

In addition to the previously mentioned points, it is important to note that it is both morally and legally wrong for unrelated individuals who are not married to spend time together in The Scalding Sands. As a result, those seeking a romantic relationship should exercise caution and creativity. Despite the progressive changes in the Kingdom, which now allow for entertainment such as music, movies, and theaters, thus allowing for more public interaction, dating, sexual relations, and romantic relationships are still highly stigmatized and seen as taboo.

In The Scalding Sands, due to the taboo nature of dating, the first dates are typically held discreetly. If both individuals reside in the same compound or have access to one, they might opt to spend their first date at the movies or a restaurant within the compound. Since the societal rules are more lenient within the compound, this is a comfortable choice for couples. Select restaurants in major cities also offer private cabins and exhibit a relaxed attitude towards gender mixing. Reaching out to your circle of fellow expats is a great way to discover suitable date spots, as they often know of locations with a more lenient approach.

In The Scalding Sands, it is not legally permissible for unmarried couples to share the same space. As a result, it is not customary for men to drive women to and from their homes. It is also not advisable to adhere to Western dating rituals, such as giving gifts, hugging, and other forms of physical intimacy. At the conclusion of the date, if there is a bill, men will typically pay for it, and they might find it offensive if a woman offers to contribute to the cost.

❪ KALIM AL - ASIM .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋💛

I. Kalim, being raised in a traditional merchant family with a lineage of wealth and prestige, grew up in a privileged and sheltered environment. With his elevated social status, Kalim was well-aware of the importance of expressing his interest in someone. He adopted a straightforward approach, either through compliments or directly telling them of his feelings, without resorting to beating around the bush. Back in his homeland, there were numerous ways to express interest, such as gifts, flowers, food, and even whispering sweet words to someone's ear. Unmarried, unrelated individuals could not spend time together, as elders sought to preserve purity and innocence before marriage. This segregation was seen as a means to preserve purity and innocence, and it was believed to reinforce family values and traditions. While relationships were discouraged before marriage, once two people wed, they were expected to devote their lives to their spouse and children. In The Scalding Sands, the cultural emphasis on family was reflected in its views on dating and intimate relationships.

II. If you have feelings for someone, it is crucial to be discreet about it. Gifting presents and such gestures is still allowed, but families and elders would prefer not to know about it. They might force a marriage and deal with all the boring formalities otherwise. To initiate a romantic pursuit, the first step is to let the person know you're interested. Kalim would use a variety of methods to express his interest, such as giving gifts, whispering sweet words, or even simply telling them. Additionally, he would utilize eye contact, physical touch, and other subtle gestures to make a statement. Eye contact, physical touch, and being close to someone all serve as indicators of Kalim's investment and interest in them. They convey that he wants them and can't keep his hands off them. This non-verbal communication can be a powerful way to demonstrate affection and build attraction. While the elders and families might prefer to remain unaware of these romantic pursuits, Kalim's actions make it clear that he has his sights set on his chosen person.

III. The second step in the traditional pursuit of romance is a significant one, signaling mutual interest. It's often a declaration of feelings, and it culminates in asking for a kiss. However, the timing of this step can vary; it doesn't have to happen immediately. The process can progress at one's own pace. Making such a gesture acts as a bold declaration of liking someone, essentially saying, "I like you, and I want to show that I like you." It serves as a mutual test, and if the person responds by kissing back, it indicates shared feelings. Conversely, if a person pulls away, it implies a lack of interest. Body language can be a reliable indicator. A person who isn't into you may create emotional distance through actions like moving away from your touch or getting too close. They might show confusion or bluntly state their disinterest. However, someone interested in you will do the opposite. They may smile, lean into your touch, or even become shy if the feelings are reciprocated. You can discern these signals.

IV. In The Scalding Sands, dating is not a widespread practice. When two individuals realize they have feelings for each other, their families step in to arrange the marriage as soon as possible, but the timing can vary. The arrangements for the marriage typically begin once mutual interest is established. In Kalim's case, if he senses the other person shares his interest, he would promptly start the process leading to a marriage proposal. Before what Westerns refer to as "dating", Kalim would approach the person's family to ask for their hand in marriage. This process is not rushed, and it generally follows a pattern where you get to know the person and spend time together before making the proposal. By doing this, he makes a strong statement, basically declaring his intention to be with the person, which carries significant weight given the traditional values of the region.

VI. Kalim's formal marriage proposal would include gifting and some sort of public announcement, adhering to traditional customs. However, typically, it's a family member who seeks permission from the other family. Kalim could ask for the person's hand in marriage directly or have a family member do so on his behalf. A gift or offering would be given as a demonstration of his ability to provide. It's important to note that some families might prioritize monetary value over material gifts, but generally, offering gifts or money serves as a common approach for marriage proposals in Kalim's culture. The act of asking for someone's hand in marriage is indeed a very formal affair, steeped in tradition. It typically involves the giving of gifts and some form of public announcement, symbolizing both respect and a declaration of intent. It is also worth noting that in Kalim's culture, it is often a family member, rather than the individual himself, who makes the request to the other family, whether it be to seek their blessing or to ask for their hand in marriage. Giving a gift, or more often, money, serves as a crucial gesture of goodwill and a demonstration of one's ability to provide and support.

V. This phase is often considered the last step before officially getting married. Instead of referring to it as "dating," in The Scalding Sands' culture, this period is more focused on spending time together to determine how compatible the couple is, especially in the context of a future marriage. It's a crucial time for assessing compatibility and preparing for the commitment of matrimony.

VI. Kalim would be generous by showering you with luxurious jewelry and other extravagant gifts. He would also try to spend as much time with you as possible, potentially being a little clingy due to his desire to keep you all to himself. Kalim might take you on wonderful dates like going to festivals or parties, or even stargazing or taking you on a magical carpet ride. He would devote all his attention to you and likely shower you with sweet compliments. Kalim would go all out, spoiling you with expensive jewelry and exclusive items. He'd want to spend every moment with you and might be somewhat possessive, not wanting anyone else to get close to you. He'd plan exciting dates like attending festivals or parties while also offering special experiences like stargazing or a magical carpet ride. Throughout it all, he’d shower you with his undivided attention and compliment you in the sweetest ways.

i cant write “x reader” properly i’m so sorry

“courtship” has slowly lost its meaning

[kururreal]

Hello. I am an Enma Yuuken fan.

Don't you think it's interesting how Yuuken and Reader meet in unexpected situations. Like when Reader is delivering something but trips. When Reader uses magic to block an object but doesn't use it on themselves. When they're about to fall, unexpectedly Yuuken is the one to catch them?

“i love you. ( i want to save you. )”

❪ ENMA YUUKEN .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋🤍

I. Your friendship with Yuuken was initially limited to the realm of simple acquaintanceship. While you had noticed each other, there was no deep connection between you. However, something seemed to have changed lately…

II. Certainly, you wouldn't classify yourself as particularly clumsy or accident-prone. True, you might stumble occasionally, but it was rare, or at least not all that common, right?

III. Today, an unexpected situation unfolded as you walked down the hallway. Just as you thought you were about to meet the floor in a less than graceful manner, you suddenly felt a firm yet gentle hand on your stomach, stopping you mere inches away from a face-plant.

IV. As it turned out, Yuuken was the one who had saved you. It wasn't entirely surprising given his reputation as a bit of a savior figure. You recalled how she had previously stepped in to rescue the red-haired tyrant at the entrance ceremony, even if the latter was not particularly grateful for the intervention.

V. The reason for his action left you puzzled. After all, you were merely acquaintances, and you didn't think your friendship was strong enough for one to literally swoop in and save the other from a fall. However, the thought quickly crossed your mind that perhaps your perception of your friendship was flawed... but you quickly shook it off, not wanting to sound like a bad person for entertaining such an idea.

VI. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, you hastily rose to your feet, hurriedly apologized, and expressed your thanks to him. Eager to avoid any further embarrassment, you quickly turned to flee the scene, inadvertently denying Yuuken any opportunity to respond.

VII. Initially, you assumed that the incident would be just a fleeting memory that both of you would soon forget about. However, you couldn't help but notice that Yuuken seemed to be acting somewhat differently around you lately. It wasn't in a perverted manner, but rather in a cautious and protective way as if she was paying extra attention to your well-being. A mixture of surprise and confusion swept through you as you wondered what this change in behavior could possibly mean.

VIII. You couldn't help but notice that no matter what happened, it seemed like Yuuken was always there, ready to swoop in and save you. Whether it was accidentally exerting too much force with a spell, almost toppling off your broom, or getting hit by a rogue ball, she was always there to lend a helping hand. It was almost as if she was treating you like royalty, which admittedly gave your ego a pretty significant boost. (not like it’s already high enough.)

IX. Each time she saved you from an embarrassing or potentially hazardous situation, you would express your gratitude to him, doing so with a sense of haste. However, it was her unusual response that left you puzzled and slightly amused. She would often stare at you like she was lost in thought before awkwardly dismissing your thanks with a "no problem." She would then quickly look away, avoiding eye contact, which you couldn’t help but find a little bit pitifully humorous.

“you should know by now that i adore you, there is no love purer than mine.”

this is actually pretty bad LMAO. first request feeling nervous.

[kururreal]

“loving you was like going to war. i never came back the same.”

❪ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋❤️

𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ HEADCANNONS ‹3

warning : out of character, out of character, out of character, out of character, out of character, out of character, out of character, out of character—

𝐈. Riddle will insist on you attending school. Avoiding school due to anxiety would be an act of cowardice. her partner must face their fears and overcome their trepidation in order to succeed. Attending school is essential for their future growth and development. Running away from responsibilities is unacceptable! :((

𝐈𝐈. She believes that opting out of school is not a viable choice. Skipping classes would be unproductive and would send a negative message. It is crucial for her partner to attend school and be responsible as it sets a positive example for others.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. Although she may come across as strict, please understand that his intentions are good. She genuinely cares about your future success and development. She firmly believes that attending school is crucial for YOUR progress and growth. There is no room for negotiation on this matter; he insists that her partner must go to school.

𝐈𝐕. She is deeply disappointed in you, as you are meant to be her king of hearts, after all. She finds it incomprehensible why you are allowing your anxieties to dictate your actions. Your attendance and participation in school is crucial. She cannot permit you to skip school without a valid reason. You have a responsibility to your academics and your bright future!!

𝐕. It is possible that he may overreact in this situation. She may resort to using intimidation tactics, threatening to revoke certain privileges, or even attempt to manipulate the circumstances to make it appear as though skipping school is unacceptable. This response may stem from her intense dedication to academics and his belief in the importance of attending school without exceptions.

𝐕𝐈. Like come on, don’t be ridiculous! Your anxiety is not a good enough reason for you to miss school. You're being completely illogical and weak if you think you can use that as an excuse not to attend. You're letting your fears control you, and it's not okay. You need to get over it and show up to class like a responsible student!!

𝐕𝐈𝐈. Kindly disregard any discomfort or injuries that Riddle may have inadvertently inflicted upon you. Instead, direct your attention to his voice as her dispenses knowledge and guides you through the process. Although she may lecture and maneuver you as deemed necessary, you are expected to remain attentive and compliant, it is crucial that you listen carefully and heed his guidance ! ! ^o^

❪ TREY CLOVER .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋💚

𝐈. Her mind would wander to what could have caused such a drastic change in your perspective. She would question if there was something specific that made you decide against attending. Additionally, she would ponder if you required assistance, consolation, or if simply being present for you was what you needed most.

𝐈𝐈. She wouldn't be angry or upset at your decision not to attend school, but rather, she would be filled with concern. Her main focus would be on understanding what was causing your reluctance and if there was anything she could do to assist you. Helping you and finding out what was bothering you would be her top priorities, rather than expressing any discontentment with your choice.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. She would employ a soothing method, gently stroking you as if you were a cat or small pet, in an attempt to alleviate your anxiety. If the prospect of attending school made you feel uneasy, she would remain by your side, providing comfort and support. She understood that forcing someone against their will would be counterproductive, so she prioritized your comfort and readiness above all else.

𝐈𝐕. It may seem somewhat nonsensical, she mused, to not go to school because of anxiety. She found the situation peculiar, yet she refrained from expressing this verbalizing her thoughts, choosing to keep them to herself rather than sharing them aloud.

𝐕. She vowed internally that she wouldn't let you skip school without a valid reason. The idea of you dealing with such anxiety seemed unacceptable to her. She insisted that you could rely on her to manage the situation and assured you that you didn't have to face your anxieties alone, promising to take care of everything.

𝐕𝐈. She firmly believed that you shouldn't be weighed down by trivial concerns. In her mind, you should maintain close proximity to her by remaining at her side, where she deemed you safe and secure. Her intentions were purely to secure your well-being, and she wholeheartedly wanted what was most beneficial for you, her darling.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. She was resolute in finding a way to persuade you to attend school, believing that education was too important to compromise. Moreover, she firmly believed that anxiety was not a valid excuse to give up on your studies. She was determined to help you overcome any obstacles and ensure that you received the education you deserved, regardless of your worries.

❪ CATER DIAMOND .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋🧡

𝐈. As soon as the suggestion left your lips, she immediately moved to discard such thoughts. She couldn't comprehend why the idea had even crossed your mind in the first place. The instant you mentioned not returning, she was determined to refocus your thoughts and persuade you otherwise.

𝐈𝐈. You seriously believe that spending an entire year doing nothing is a wise decision? Those formative years of your youth would be squandered by staying home. Give her a good reason why you wouldn't seize the opportunity to attend school and make the most of your time.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. She firmly grasped your cheeks, gently yet firmly holding your face in her hands as she squeezed and squished. With a resolute tone, she asserted that you were not going to skip school. There would be no room for excuses, and she was adamant about making you understand. You would attend school every single time, without fail, and she was leaving no room for negotiation.

she’s almost the same as riddle heh…. (i love my majesty) this is insanely out of character im killing nyself

𝐈𝐕. Cater's distress was evident on her face, as she briefly averted her gaze before returning her gaze to you. Genuine confusion and worry filled her expression as she struggled to comprehend why you would consider dropping out of school. Her voice trembled with a hint of panic, as if the mere thought of you leaving caused her great anxiety. The prospect of not being able to see you every day filled her with dread, as she feared it would create an emotional disconnect between you both.

𝐕. She would take a resolute stand, firmly attempting to dissuade you from dropping out of school, as she was keenly aware of the potential consequences. She would remain steadfast in her efforts to persuade you, virtually glued to your side, to the extent that the sound of her voice became an ever-present presence in your thoughts.

𝐕𝐈. Perhaps mentioning that you were contemplating not attending school at all was a misstep, as you should have anticipated the kind of reaction that would ensue. In hindsight, you knew that she would likely overreact, becoming even more overwhelming in her response.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. She vehemently asserted that dropping out was not an option, as the thought of school without your presence would be unbearably dull to her. She went a step further, declaring that she would not hesitate to find you and physically force you to attend classes, if necessary.

im sorry if cater is extremely ooc 💔 im not the biggest cater fan out there

❪ ACE TRAPPOLA .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋❤️

𝐈. She incredulously questioned the extent of your anxiety about attending school, insisting that it wasn't as dire a situation as you were making it out to be. However, if your nerves were truly that frayed, she offered reassured you with a friendly tone, reminding you that you could always lean on her friendship for support.

𝐈𝐈. She was both mad and annoyed by your decision to not return to school this year. It filled her with indignation that you would even consider skipping school, only to mope around and do nothing all day while she had to deal with the workload and coursework alone. Frustration laced her words as she expressed her disbelief and disappointment in your choice.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. She would unleash her anger, unleashing a barrage of pent-up frustration and disappointment. She would spare no effort in making you feel guilt and shame for even thinking about dropping out of school. Her words would cut deeply, aiming to make you realize the full weight of the consequences and impact of your decision.

𝐈𝐕. She would harshly tell you to toughen up, insisting that fear was no excuse to become a lazy, unproductive burden. Her words would be sharp and blunt, leaving little room for negotiation or compromise. She believed that it was time for you to face your fears and take responsibility.

𝐕. In a purely hypothetical scenario, if you were to skip school, she would hypothetically devise a plan to hypothetically lock you in a small room with four walls and no windows. This hypothetical room would hypothetically leave you with nothing to do but wallow in your own misery, with no outlets or distractions to ease your boredom or discomfort.

𝐕𝐈. Of course, it's purely hypothetical! If you were to hypothetically entertain the idea of skipping school to become a worthless procrastinator, she would hypothetically take it upon herself to forcibly drag your ass to school, regardless of any resistance or excuses.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. She would be seething with anger, beyond mad, and she wouldn't mince words. Instead of appealing to your sense of responsibility with the usual "education is important" argument, she would take a firm approach, using force if necessary, to make sure you went to school whether you wanted to or not.

❪ DEUCE SPADE .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋💙

𝐈. She would be taken aback at first, acknowledging the significance of education for your future. However, she would attempt to empathize with your situation, recognizing that school can indeed be a source of stress and anxiety. However, she’d express her belief that skipping an entire year of school seemed like an excessive solution to the problem, don’t you think?

𝐈𝐈. She would initially try to reason with you, attempting to persuade you that skipping school is not a wise choice. Then, recognizing the importance of communication, she would ask why you are feeling the way you do, seeking to understand your thoughts and emotions better because, y' know, communication is important and all that.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. She would wrestle with conflicting thoughts in her mind. If your anxiety is truly that severe, then perhaps it would be wise to skip school and take time to focus on your well-being. However, she would also question the notion of avoiding problems, suggesting that it might be seen as cowardice. She would encourage you to confront your troubles head-on rather than giving up without even trying.

𝐈𝐕. If you were contemplating missing school, she would encourage you to take a step back and identify the source of your anxiety. Then, together, she would work to find a solution, reminding you in a compassionate tone that it's perfectly okay to be afraid, but the tendency to run away could only exacerbate your anxiety in the long run. She would assure you that you could count on her unwavering support regardless of whatever decision you ultimately made.

𝐕. Though she might not be entirely sincere in her words, she would maintain a firm stand on not allowing you to quit school effortlessly. However, she would recognize that force would not be the best course of action. Instead, she would try to persuade you with reasons to go to school. If those efforts fail, she might resort to more persistent methods of trying to change your mind, using various means to "convince" you.

𝐕𝐈. She would express that school wouldn't be the same without your presence, feeling a sense of incompleteness. She would attempt to encourage you to face your anxieties head-on. Hiding from reality because of fear wasn't the solution. She recognized her role as a friend, vowing to offer whatever support she could to help you overcome your challenges rather than just allowing you to give up.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. She would make an effort to talk you into going to school, proposing the idea of her accompanying you on campus to help you feel more at ease. If necessary, she would even take on the role of your personal bodyguard to ensure your attendance. One thing was certain, she was determined not to let you drop out.

❪ ENMA YUUKEN .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋🤍

𝐈. Despite appearing as one of the more sane individuals within Heartslabyul, and possibly even within NRC, Yuken firmly believes in protecting, guarding, and diligently watching over her darling with an intense level of attention. While she recognizes that it's natural to feel anxious about returning to school, especially if past experiences have been unfavorable, she also understands the potential negative long-term consequences of choosing not to attend school, which can impact education, social life, and future prospects.

𝐈𝐈. She would be overcome with a strong desire to take action and provide assistance in any way possible. Driven by a fierce protective instinct, she would go to great lengths to support you, whether it meant offering comfort and emotional support or taking drastic measures if necessary to ensure your safety and well-being.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. She would most likely take proactive measures to help address your fears. She would offer steadfast support and be prepared to go to great lengths to ensure your comfort and security even at the risk of personal sacrifice. It is perfectly natural for individuals to feel anxious about returning to school. A fresh year often brings new obstacles and the burden of adapting to a new routine. If you feel unprepared and believe a break is necessary, taking a year off is not an unreasonable choice to gather your thoughts.

Nevertheless, if you do decide to return, it's best to approach things gradually, without mulling over future concerns extensively. You're capable of overcoming challenges, and she has faith in you.

𝐈𝐕. She is inherently caring and wishes to support you in every possible way. She has deep affection for you, yet she cannot tolerate seeing you drown in misery. Experiencing anxiety is a natural part of being human, and returning to school can indeed be a significant and intimidating transition.

𝐕. A diligent, caring, and determined young individual with a penchant for assisting individuals, even at personal peril, would most likely take action if she discovered a ‘dear friend’ was struggling with anxiety about resuming school and contemplating skipping classes. Yuuken would likely experience a profound sense of responsibility and concern for the distressed friend… you. Considering her inclination to aid others, she might actively seek ways to provide support and comfort, perhaps even suggesting to accompany them to school until you feel more at ease.

𝐕𝐈. Upon learning about your anxiety about school, she might become even more possessive and controlling, closely observing your actions and striving to protect you from any perceived sources of stress or harm. This could materialise in behaviors like relentless attention, overzealous protective measures, or efforts to detach you from potential stress factors. She might even go to drastic lengths to ensure your presence at school, resorting to manipulation or coercion if necessary.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. Her protective instincts would kick into high gear. She would likely become extremely possessive and controlling, striving to keep them nearby and shield them from any harmful situations or triggers. She would probably take on an excessively involved role in their life, insisting on accompanying them to school and employing all means possible to prevent them from taking a break from studying.

“i love you， i love you， i love you. we're soulmates， you and i， but that doesn't mean it works. my soul can't bear to be without yours but that doesn't mean it works.”

@dystopyx-blog collab heh.

[kururreal]

ANGEL OF DEATH KANADE .ᐟ

Undoubtedly, she presents herself as an angel, exuding elegance in her appearance. Her color palette is primarily white, symbolizing purity, innocence, honesty, and cleanliness. Angels are often associated with a sense of purity, cleanliness, and peacefulness, and her image embodies these qualities effortlessly. The area is filled with dead trees, their lifeless forms loosely wrapped in white bandages.

The color white is frequently associated with purity and innocence, yet in this instance, it may symbolize the presence of illness or disease, as it covers these lifeless trees, which themselves represent death or decay. The dead trees could also symbolize a loss or absence, while the white bandages could be interpreted as an attempt to conceal or cover up something that has vanished. Amongst the lifeless trees, there are large skeleton bones that cling to them and rest without touching a surface, submerged in water.

One interpretation of this image is that the skeletons may represent death, while the lifeless trees symbolize decaying or decomposing matter. The element of water added to the scene introduces a sense of fluidity or transformation. Additionally, the skeletons' firm grip on the lifeless trees might symbolize a desire or struggle to hold on to hope or life in a seemingly hopeless or lifeless situation.

The tableau of the skeletons grasping at the motionless trees immersed in water carries potent symbolism. It may evoke the cyclic nature of life and death, with the skeletons embodying the departed and the motionless trees signifying the passage from life to death. The water's presence could denote the ceaseless flow of life and the transience of existence.

The interaction between the skeletons, trees, and water collectively paints a picture of the unrelenting loop of life, death, and rebirth. In the card, Kanade was seated upon a chair crafted of skeletons, just like their surroundings.

This macabre seat, made of bones that form the body's foundation, may symbolize power and control. Kanade’s position on the chair may indicate her authority or supremacy in the situation. Submerging the skeleton chair in water introduced a sense of fluidity or change, possibly alluding to either the transition from life to death or passage into the afterlife realms.

The fusion of the skeleton chair with its watery surroundings may serve as a potent symbol of the inexorable nature of death and the fleeting essence of life. By submerging the chair, it can be interpreted as a metaphor for the universality of death, suggesting that it eventually claims everything, encompassing even the most powerful or venerated entities. On closer inspection, the bones arranged in a stair-like structure can be seen.

It may symbolize that even though individuals may ascend through life's journey, ultimately, death is the final destination for everyone. Waiting at the top is the angel of death, bearing a somber expression, ready to welcome all who arrive at the end of their earthly existence.

The angel of death wields a massive, white scythe crafted entirely of skeletons. This instrument, often associated with the infamous Grim Reaper, is traditionally seen as a neutral entity collecting souls transcending social standing, morality, or deeds.

The scythe may also embody the angel of death's responsibilities as the judger and executioner, sorting the spirits and escorting them to their respective afterlife realms. The fact that the scythe is constructed of skeletons and filled with the color white lends it further layers of symbolism.

White is frequently associated with purity and innocence; this color, when applied to the scythe, a widely acknowledged symbol of death and harvest, adds an interesting twist. The scythe's skeletal composition typically representing decay and death, coupled with its white filling, could suggest that death is not necessarily a fearsome or ominous experience, but rather a tranquil and pure eventuality.

The amalgamation of the skeletal structure and the whitish hue may also highlight the intricate link between all life and death, underscoring the concept that death is an integral and inescapable part of the continuum of existence. The absence of any buildings or background and the presence of water extending across the entire space may symbolize a sense of nothingness, emptiness, or even oblivion.

The water submerging all objects, including the skeletons and dead trees, could represent a cleansing or purifying force, washing away the remnants of life and leaving behind a clean slate. It may also symbolize a transcendence beyond the physical realm into a sort of limbo or afterlife, where the usual norms and structures are dissolved away.

[kururreal]

cna we have some twst yuu x readwer content ….. like erm???

yuuta x reader when,???????

yuuka??????? yuuken????? PLWASE ONE CHANCE PELASEE

[kururreal]

do you knwo eugn. do. uhm. ypu know.. wo.. woah.. did upu know.. erm..! oh golly.. i’m a .. les.. uhh .. less.. bien.. i’m a less bian .. lesS ..? lebsian..? lebasin.. less .. girls.

Lesbian Hatsune Miku Icons

@kururreal requested: may this lowly chCOUGH child get .. uhm .. lesbian miku icons .. :3

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[kururreal]

I lov her

— i just want to feel the warmth of your hand. ♡ @kururreal ♡ rb/credit if using