#i have trauma around getting lectured by mods

[dyke-terra]

Thinking about how I technically have a call out post for saying that I thought the Queen of England would be an avatar of the web rather than the slaughter and this was something I was upset about.

[chaoticgouda]

BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

For Killian!

biting and kissing you!!!!!!!! feed my brainrot yes please ty!!!

BLUE HEART

"Miss" isn't really the most adequate way to describe it. Something sliiightly more accurate would be "Feeling a yawning, burning ache in their chest like their heart is being hauled out chunk by bloody chunk". And when they miss their precious pet, they get a little bit irrational. A little bit silly-haha-homicidal. The one (and only) time their beloved tried to flee from them, entire villages burned. Generations were snuffed out.

It was a whole thing. Pretty embarrassing, to be honest - one day, in the far far future, they'll both look back on this and laugh :]

SHOOTING STAR

So there's uhhh an entire wish arc @shookethdev and I have been developing where Killian does actually make a wish without caring about the repercussions - Wait let me get a screenshot it describes it better.

BASICALLY making a wish that results in Dev's Tragedee forgetting that my Chime ever existed, being completely unable to percieve her or comprehend their presence.

SPARKLE

Materially? The entire tomes of knowledge and research they've painstakingly gathered and jealously guarded over the past few centuries. They probably used to have something sentimental from their life pre-vampire, but after spurning such human notions it ended up uh. Dumped in some old chest at the back of a storage room and left to gather dust.

He values self-determination and ambition above all things. The need to follow your own path, no matter what twists and turns it takes you down. As long as every step you take is one that you chose for yourself, then that's all that matters.

CRAYON

Dude, stop browsing r/aethism and posting about how you're enlightened and euphoric. You're never going to be made a reddit mod. Let it go.

But in all seriousness: They would NEVER take or even deign to listen to my advice but I would tell them that their trauma does not define them nor justify their actions and the harm they've caused. Human emotion can be a strength as well as a weakness, and continuing down the path they're on will end in his eventual demise.

SPEAK-NO-EVIL

Someone who is wrong about something that they have extensive knowledge about. He's definitely the type to pause a villainous lecture just to correct their victim on a misconception they hold or even just a word they're misusing or pronouncing incorrectly. They always have to be the smartest person in the room fr fr.

[camp-half-mess]

Another layer

Ghosttube AU time uwu, did you know Elvaid’s mother and sister died when he was super young? Did you know he could see ghosts of all kind hanging around him? Did you know he used to live in Scotland before moving to the States? Written by mod David uwu -A

TW: Mention of death, mention of addiction, slight gore

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Elvaid didn’t understand the sad looks he got when he talked about talking to mom. She was there, just quiet and stayed either in the garden or her room. He also got pitying looks when he talked about Olivia, his sister. She always hung out with him, and he talked to her even if the other kids ignored her during recess. He liked to think he had a happy childhood, ignoring all the fights every night, his gramps’ addictions, and being taken to see one therapist after another despite his insistence that he was fine and nothing was wrong. Apparently his mother and sister’s death took a big toll on him, in children it was normal to mimic and play pretend through situations that caused trauma and stress, and that’s what they told his father was happening as Elvaid happily chatted with Olivia in the waiting room.

He was eight when it got worse. He had to move out of his childhood home and change schools in the middle of the year. Alana and Olivia followed him, of course, and that he was thankful for. What he wasn’t thankful for was the other people in the house that they were now living in. There was a mean old man who’d walk the halls and never say a word, just look at Elvaid when he passed and it was terrifying to him, though that could probably be because his eyes were gouged out. There was also a young woman who seemed friendly enough, always singing some old song by a different window each night. Elvaid could remember trying to say hi to her when she sung at his window, only for her to vanish before him in an instant. The next night she was back and Elvaid waited for her to start the conversation. It happened at the end of the melody, that she turned her head to look at the little boy sitting on the bed.

“You see me?”

“Should I not?” Elvaid replied, tilting his head as his child brain was running around.

“Many people don’t see me.” She replied, adjusting how she was sitting on the window to now face him.

“Well then they’re missing out, you’re beautiful.”

She seemed taken aback by that, flickering in the moonlight. “Thank you. Say, could you do something for me?”

“I can try.” Elvaid nods and she smiled gently at that.

“I need you to find a letter for me, it should be in the basement.”

Elvaid wasn’t allowed in the basement, it was filled to the brim with things that the previous family left behind and his dad claimed he’d go through it but never did. He found himself nodding anyways, wanting to keep the smile on the lady’s face.

She vanished but her singing could be heard through the house for the rest of the night. In the morning, Elvaid had school. He wiggled in his chair, glancing at the door where some adult was standing. No one else seemed to notice the adult and around the fourth or fifth time he looked over the old woman locked eyes with him. He quickly tore his attention form her and tried to pin his attention somewhere else suddenly feeling cold. He found it hard to breathe and when he looked back to where the old woman was standing he found her right beside him and he screamed, falling off his chair.

“Elvaid!” The teacher scolded as some classmates started laughing, he turned away from the board to look at the boy in the back row, on the floor. Elvaid hardly paid attention, finding it harder and harder to breathe with the figure looming over him. He didn’t understand how no one else saw her, she was right there! He registered the teacher sighing and walking over as tears filled his eyes. It honestly felt like he was drowning and soon all he could hear was his heart beat in his ears as he started to cough. He wasn’t quite sure what happened afterwards but he recalled sitting in the office getting lectured about how it was unacceptable to hit the teacher and interrupt class like that. Elvaid remained in the office for the rest of the period and Olivia was there with him staying quiet.

“She’s bad.” Olivia commented after a few minutes of silence, “like, really bad.”

Elvaid shook his head in response.

“Mom says you shouldn’t be with her.”

Elvaid sunk further in the chair.

“Mom also says you should stay out of the basement.”

Elvaid shook his head again.

“Elvaid…” Olivia sighed, standing up from her chair and walking over to him, “please?”

Elvaid just looked away, crossing his arms. It was silent for a few more minutes and when he glanced back Olivia was gone. He could still feel her, of course, could almost always feel either her or mom’s presence even if he wasn’t able to see them. He huffed as if to make a point to the both of them in the silence of the office.

He was sent back to class after recess, some students huffed and coughed before bursting out into laughter as he walked by and he kept his head down for the rest of the day. He felt the lady again but refused to look at her despite the chill reappearing.

He went home still cold, refusing to talk when his gramps picked him up from school and dropped him home. As soon as he got through the door the chill seemed to vanish, replaced with the memory of last night when he said he’d try to get a letter for the nice lady. Glancing at his gramps, he watched the older man walk off deeper into the house and away from the basement door. He could see the tall eye-less man staring at him from the top of the stares, but when Elvaid went to look he started walking away, head still facing Elvaid. He didn’t like that.

He quickly tore his attention away, heading to the basement door and quietly opened it with a soft creak. He could hear hushed voices in the basement, but elected to ignore it. The voices disappeared once he started down the steep steps, but he felt a lot more people in the basement. His child brain couldn’t understand so he tried to ignore it as well. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs he wanted to leave immediately as his gut twisted. It will be quick, he tried to convince himself. He started as quiet as he could, glancing across ever surface to no avail before opening drawers and boxes to look for it. He got quicker and more frantic the longer he was in the basement and he didn’t quite understand why until he realized he no longer felt Olivia or mom with him, and the voices returned with their quiet murmuring as he felt crowded despite being in a room devoid of life. The voices got louder the longer Elvaid was in the basement, he couldn’t make out any words in the jumble of voices but he felt as if the space around him was closing in and getting more and more filled. He rushed back to the stairs, tripping over a box that spilled a bunch of letters across the floor. One seemed to stand out- glow almost- and he grabbed that one before running up the stairs and closing the door. He was holding his breath at this point as he rushed up to his room, closing the door and crawling under the blankets of his bed. He held the letter close and sighed, letting himself breathe again. He hid the letter under his pillow before he slowly got out from the blankets.

The night came far too slowly for him, though when it did and he heard the singing he pulled out the letter from under his pillow and waited for the lady to appear. He wasn’t waiting that long for she quickly appeared, eyes on the letter in his hands.

“Open it.”

He quickly did as instructed, opening the old envelope and quickly unfolding the letter inside and handed it to her. She started to read it silently, smiling as tears brimmed her eyes. She looked back at the kid, already fading away.

“Thank you.”

She didn’t reappear after that, having moved on. Elvaid now heard the voices in the basement at night instead of her singing, and found it harder and harder to sleep even after he sealed the letter again and threw it down the basement stairs. Olivia and Mom reappeared a few days later. The eyeless man still walked the halls, sometimes following Elvaid now instead of just walking by. He found himself not sleeping at night as the voices got clearer and louder, they woke him up constantly screaming in pain and agony, in sadness and anger. He stayed up until his mom appeared, and stayed with him, singing, rubbing his back until he fell asleep again and woke up in the morning.

He moved again when he was 15, after getting a proper diagnosis from a psychiatrist and getting on medication. It didn’t help much, but he figured the medication wasn’t normally administered to people who saw a lot of things others didn’t see. It was called an overactive imagination when he was kid, which turned into hallucinations as he got older, until he just stopped talking about them. Ghosts, spirits, his world was filled with a lot more colour than the general public. People had these glows about them, filled with colours and ever shifting in brightness. Objects had those glows as well sometimes. He saw spirits tailing people, going about their day as if trapped in the past, watching others as if they were in the present. He saw spirits push things over, mess things up. He saw spirits watching over others, making sure harm rarely came their way. He saw Olivia and Alana still. He heard what the spirits were saying, maybe not understanding it always but he heard it. Sometimes they just wanted help moving on, and Elvaid felt compelled to help in anyway he could. Others just wanted to hurt him, or possess him. He hated those spirits, but he had a hard enough time distinguishing differences between the spirits who wanted help and those who wanted to hurt. He relied a lot on Olivia and Alana in those instances, Olivia would just chase any and all spirits away and Alana on the other hand understood the differences almost immediately.

He ended up getting a service dog. His name was Roadkill and he was a Doberman. Elvaid loved him. Roadkill was trained to stop Elvaid’s nervous behaviours that hurt himself- such as scratching his neck- and to help calm Elvaid down before he got too worked up over one thing or another. Roadkill was an angel in Elvaid’s eyes, especially when the nightmares hit him in the night once they settled into his new room.

Sure, the house didn’t have the eyeless guy, nor any ghosts but the entire house just felt off to Elvaid. Maybe it was because everything was so quiet all the time, that everyone had really dull colours around them? He wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to dwell on it. He figured he could get used to it, it was a new place with new people and no reputation had followed him here. His years there were nice, eerie and slowly filling with more and more ghosts, but nice.

He could easily recall downloading a game and booting it up a year later when he was 16, some online multiplayer RPG type of game, it was called Zaeyina or something. Some of his school friends were playing it and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about. What he didn’t expect is making friends on the game who were in different time zones. Voice chats were kinda weird for him, considering it was normally late at night or early in the morning (though those times really blurred together for him) when he talked with anyone. He vividly remembered messing around and running away from enemies before kill stealing this one girl’s monster and it turned out they were in the same guild. They did a lot of PVP (or as Elvaid called it ‘hide and kill’ because most of the time he’d run and hide somewhere as he tried to remember the keys for attacks) over stupid things as if it settled the score or whatever. They ended up voice chatting after the guild made a group chat on Discord and sent the invite to all the members.

Elvaid remembered sitting in the group chat as Olivia watched over his shoulder, making comments on what people were saying as he remained quiet. It was late, he wasn’t all that talkative as everyone was practically vibrating with energy. It was then when he kill stole again just for the fun of it did he hear a frustrated yell from the voice chat.

“AUGH THAT PRICK!” a blue icon lit up with the green ring, and he couldn’t help but bubble with laughter at that as some others in the chat laughed at her anger as well.

“Sharing is caring, love.” Elvaid chuckled into his microphone, his voice sounding tired.

“WHAT THE FUCK- DON’T CALL ME LOVE!”

“You have an accent?” Another voice commented, albeit much quieter than both of them.

“You have the accent here. You can’t see but I’m sticking out my tongue.” Elvaid replied, smiling. He typed ‘:p’ into the chat as if to show.

“FIGHT ME YOU BITCH!”

“…nah.” Elvaid hummed, making sure his little avatar ran away from the angry girl.

The chat quickly switched topics in a few minutes or so, and Elvaid lapsed back into silence as he decided to hide somewhere. It didn’t take long for her avatar to find his and he really couldn’t not send the message considering he where he was hiding.

‘I can’t believe I’m back in the closet already :<’

He could hear some laughter on the voice chat and he felt proud of himself as he stifled a yawn.

“Damnit, it’s already 12?!” A voice exclaimed with a huff causing a few the also be just as confused and others to chuckle quietly.

“Yikes, it feels like 6.”

Elvaid made a mental note that most of the people seemed to be 5 hours behind him. He scribbled it on a nearby piece of paper and had a small moment of thankfulness that it was the weekend considering it was the first time he looked at the clock in a long while- and by a long while I mean since 9pm.

'Think there’s a reward for staying logged in for 24 hours because I’m willing to take one for the team’ Elvaid typed.

“Don’t you dare!”

‘I have elected to ignore the British person’

“Git!”

‘He’s bullying me and it’s really sad :((((((((((’

“I am not!”

“Let him do it bruh,” a different voice spoke up, “I wanna see what happens.”

'Glad I have someone’s support here’ Elvaid smiled as he typed that, 'I am just a little creacher, I cannot change this’

The chat continued how one would expect it until everyone logged off because they were tired, it was their ‘bedtime,’ or they were falling asleep already. Elvaid stayed online though, not feeling all that tired as he glanced back at Olivia with a smile.

“I like them,” she hummed, “better than the idiots here that you hang out with. They’re basically chads.”

“They’re… not chads.” Elvaid defended quietly as he left the vc.

“They act that way.”

“…you win this time.” Elvaid sighed, sitting up and stretching as he paused the game. He glanced at the right side of Discord, seeing the green circles go to either grey or red. He yawned as he shook his head, closing his laptop as he snatched his phone and went downstairs. 8am, he figured it would be good if he ate something.

Around a year and a bit later, Elvaid opens Discord during lunch, letting his friends ignore him in the riveting conversation they were having about wrestling. Note the sarcasm.

'Rise And Mother fuckin’ Shine Angelfish :D’ He sent in the dms, 'it’s Like 5 in the Morning!!!! for you!!!!!!!!!! so you’re Not up But stiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllll, good morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

As expected, no reply. It was early for her.

'I hope you have!!!!!!!!!!! A Fucking Legendary day! Kick someone’s ass for me!!! I’ll swim across the ocean to help you out!!!!!!!!!!!!’

He left it at that, turning off his phone and instead trying to listen to what his friends were saying. He found it hard to keep up. A ghost sitting next to one of them caught his eye though; a boy no older than 10, dripping wet and crying beside the guy across from him. Elvaid figured the spirit was harmless- the spirit was a child for crying out loud!- yet the only memories he had of spirits associated with water brought him back to the time he felt like he was drowning with the old lady standing over him.

His breath started to quicken.

He could remember feeling helpless, overwhelmed. The scarily real feeling of water slowly filling up his lungs, feeling as if he was trapped in a small box. The fear that coursed through his veins before he blacked out-

“Hey, dude, you alright?” One of his friends asked, gently grabbing his upper arm to get his attention. He could feel Roadkill pushing against his leg.

“I- I need air-“ Elvaid choked out, standing up, stumbling for a few steps before rushing out the door into the hallway, trying to find a door to outside. Any noise seemed like too much, and with people being loud in the hallways it was too much. Elvaid could faintly hear footsteps behind him as his ears started to ring and he pushed his way through a door and outside. He immediately felt less confined. Elvaid sat down as Roadkill quickly jumped up onto him, licking his face and keeping his forward legs and paws by his neck to stop Elvaid from scratching. Instead of scratching, he hugged Roadkill tightly as tears brimmed his eyes. Once his ears stopped ringing after a minute or two, he registered the fact that his friend was sitting beside him.

[beybladeimagines]

Hello! Disney/Yuriy Stan again with more :D What are some of your headcanons concerning overlooked characters (like Steve, Ivan, or anyone else) you feel gets pushed aside for one reason or another? There are a lot to choose from considering the number of season, or even arc, exclusive characters in the series.

Mod Note: There are, indeed, a lot to choose from. I was thinking about Zeo, King and Queen, Barthez Battalion, and BEGA and I started to cry LOL. THAT’S JUST TO NAME A FEW. So, I just picked a few and hope I get the opportunity to do this again so I can keep rambling about those cuties and cry. Btw, I missed you!

IAN / IVAN: 

I don’t think many people consider how mature, composed, and loyal Ivan is. Think about it... He didn’t get a chance to rejoin the team, he watched as Kai basically replaced him, and he was still willing to be by Tala’s side all over again when the team came back to Russia. Most people would drop someone if they felt like they were being cast aside, but Ivan interpreted the process of elimination as fair and for the betterment of the team. The strong survive, right? To him, he needed to work on improving his own skills. Of course, I don’t see this as fair by any means, but to Ivan his team was everything. The boys have been through a lot and have seen a lot. In an attempt to cope with the defeat and the departure, Ivan tried to mentally manipulate the situation in a way that was easy to cope with. I’m sure Tala also acknowledged Kai’s strength, but much preferred having someone as loyal and familiar as Ivan by his side. These boys have conditioned themselves to be something to discard if they’re seen as useless, but this way of thinking begins to break down once the boys return home and back to Ivan. Ivan doesn’t resent any of them and actually embraces his team back with open arms. I’m confident they were glad to see him and have adopted a newfound interpretation of what success among them looks like.

When it comes to relationships, Ivan replicates that loyalty towards his partner. In truth, he never really thought about love or romance before. Again, he placed battles and winning over anything else. He’d see the kind of intimate interactions someone like Bryan would have with strangers, but he seldom saw himself in that same position. In his mind, he was tired of the “expendable” routine. He doesn’t exactly want to treat others as temporary, because he knows how hard it was for him when he was in the same position. When he finds someone to accept in his life, he makes sure they feel welcomed, included, and part of something bigger. He doesn’t like the idea of shutting himself off and being secretive. He rather likes being vulnerable and telling someone things about himself that others would seemingly ignore. It’s exciting, it’s different, it’s daring. It’s something his team would never consider doing, but the risk in opening up feels a lot more fun than staying closed off. Count on Ivan to be an excitable partner that would is excited to learn about you and have you learn about him.

STEVE:

He’s always been concerned with power. With power comes a need for control, a need for dominance, a need for maintaining a sense of stability. Steve has always had those things and never hesitated to show them off, both in and out of the ring. However, once he injured himself, he realized just how quickly all of that power can leave him and it makes him question if he even had that power to start with. If he did, why was it so easily taken from him? Steve carries with him an extensive amount of frustration, much of which he places on himself. Steve engages in self-harm, whether he realizes it or not. During physical therapy, he pushes himself to the point of continuously damaging and weakening certain muscles. Although he’s trying to rebuild himself, he doesn’t realize how much he’s punishing his own body for a simple mistake. Steve is way too hard on himself... The worst part is, because his team was traveling, he didn’t exactly get a chance to vent or talk through his thoughts. Even his best friend Eddy wasn’t available and his pride prevented him from reaching out via phone call or text, because he didn’t want to worry/concern/distract him from the matches. Despite how cocky Steve appears, you really have to wonder just what he’s been through when he’s away from his team. He constantly questions if Judy or anyone else on the team was thinking about him or if they wanted him back. The boy has a lot of physical and mental rebuilding to do and he feels like he has to do it all on his own.

When it comes to love, Steve used to be openly flirtatious and overly confident. However, upon receiving his injury, Steve has built up some walls. He feels as if others see him as a failure, so he focuses more on improving himself instead of seeking out affection. However, upon finding someone of interest, he’ll be forever indebted to their patience, light-heartedness, and desire to work with him on such a difficult journey of basically getting his life back together. The relationship would be rather difficult every now and then. Steve does his best to avoid seeming like a burden, so he avoids asking for help with certain things, even when he desperately needs it. His partner reminds him of how it’s okay to be vulnerable and how there’s power in letting someone see you at your self-identified worst. That just means there’s trust. Steve honestly learns a lot from those very soft and meaningful moments with his partner. He’s also learned to appreciate moments of silence where he can simply sit with his partner and just...be...without feeling pressured to overcompensate or act bigger than he is.

ZEO:

Probably one of the most complicated characters there is - and for good reason (the manga and anime are a fucking TRIP when it comes to his background). Zeo has undergone an extensive amount of trauma - from being manipulated to struggling with his identity (both of which go hand in hand). When the battle with Tyson was over and he lost, Zeo was basically abandoned all over again and left with the burden of starting anew. He doesn’t resent Tyson for this, because he knows he has to find out who he really is on his own. The journey is difficult - does he retreat to being comprised of enthusiasm and kindness or does he cling to wrath and violence? One seems so fake while the other is emotionally exhausting. Zeo only knows that he’s tired and that seems like a safe place to start. What aspects can he pick that make him feel less drained? What’s easy to wear and comfortable to exude? He drifts towards a softer side and finds solace in playing instruments that awaken his ears. He likes hearing noises that don’t resemble talking. He’s not quite fond of lectures anymore or drawn out conversation. Discussions have lead him down dangerous paths, but he realizes how much beauty can be communicated through music. Music... He wants to make music. He’s settled on that path and it makes him more comfortable with communicating with others again. He’d rather avoid competitions or anything that could pit him against others. He’d rather continue to find beautiful things in all that surrounds him rather than someone to destroy.

In terms of romance, that’s another complicated journey. Zeo has had to devote a lot of time towards learning to love himself again. If he can’t love himself, how can he possibly love someone else? With good reason, he’s hesitated being in the company of others. There’s a fear they’ll hurt him or that he’ll hurt them. But he’s learned a lot through company that likes his music. In fact, his partner is probably the one who trained his ears to hear changes in pitch and how to gracefully transition notes. It’s so easy for him to fall for someone who’s taught him such a tremendous gift. He tends to cling to those who give him something monumental - in this case, it’s the gift of really hearing the world around him. As a partner, Zeo is quite gentle, subtle, and observant. He always takes into consideration his partners comfort and finds himself looking at them while he’s playing the violin. Their appearance inspires the most beautiful noises and they serve as his muse during his artistic journey. He doesn’t always give compliments, but he treasures all the ones given to him by his partner. There’s no denying that the man loves praise, but he needs it if he’s going to make sure he’s on the path he needs to be. In time, he begins to find comfort in physical displays of affection. He loves wrapping his arms around his partner, as if to silently reinforce the idea that he has something (or someone) of his own. He loves the feeling of arms around him as well, just keeping him safe and forgiving him for the strange trials he’s endured.

[dangandidlyronpaimgines]

Could I see some headcanons of the girls from Danganronpa 2 with a male s/o that was in an abusive relationship with another girl and was too afraid to say anything because everyone else they told just made fun of them for allowing a girl to do that to them? I've been there... It's a harsh truth that male abuse victims tend to be brushed off more often than not... Thanks in advance...

No problem Anon. Unfortunately that seems to be the harsh truth but no one should be made fun of for being stuck in an abusive relationship. I understand what you feel, was in one myself that was mentally and emotionally abusive for about a year. No one deserves it and I hope you feel better~ Mod Souda

Chiaki Nanami

Don’t worry she’s the comfort queen

She has plenty of snacks, comfy blankets, and video games to help calm you down or to just help you whenever you feel down

She’s here to hold your hand and simply be with you

Will never deny you affection and constantly says how much she loves you

If she hears anyone else make fun of you her eyes narrow and she tries to change the subject

However if they don’t get the hint she’ll be blunt with them

Abusive relationships are never to be made fun of

And if that horrid girl ever tries to talk to you again..

Well you might see a rare yelling Chiaki

Mikan Tsumiki

She’s very sympathetic towards what you went through

If one of you cries then well the other starts crying

She tries her best to comfort you, even if it’s with tears in her eyes

Both of you take things very slowly and that’s okay

She truly loves you and tries to show how much she cares

Though she could barely give you a compliment without turning red

Surprisingly enough when someone makes fun of you she turns rather aggressive

In a way you both protect each other, you protect her from Hiyoko while she protects you from anyone else

If you have scars or any physical marks from your past relationship she doesn’t mind then and will often gently kiss them to reassure you that everything is alright

Mahiru Koizumi

Very protective girlfriend

She doesn’t allow anyone to talk shit about you, not even Hiyoko is allowed to insult you

She does her best not to say things like, ‘Since your a guy..’ or anything similar

She honestly didn’t realize how much statements like that could hurt someone but seeing you hurt because of similar comments makes her vow to get better

Don’t be afraid to tell her if she’s a bit too smothering, she can’t help it it’s just in her nature

While she’s a bit shy with physical affection she doesn’t hesitate to compliment you

If you ever have a bad day then she’ll bake your favorite sweet and you two can have a lazy day

Hiyoko Saionji

Oh hell no

Who the fuck is this bitch who thought she could hurt you?!

She is definitely getting revenge for you, whether it’s nasty comments or pranks

Is constantly complimenting you while putting down your bitch of an ex

Is a hugger and loves giving you hugs and affection

If she ever has an inkling that you’re feeling down prepared for sweets to be stuffed in your face

(Yes she cares enough for you to be willing to share her candy)

Is literally like a hissing cat that will attack anyone who dares even say something bad about you

Constantly telling you that you’re the best boyfriend ever

Peko Pekoyama

Will literally fight your ex girlfriend

She doesn’t understand how anyone could be so cruel to someone

While she has trouble showing affection she tries to find a way to constantly reassure you how much she cares for you

(She eventually figures out a way, with small notes that she leaves for you writing down the things she has trouble saying)

No one dares make fun of you while she is around and if she ever hears word of it.. Then let’s say it won’t be good

She tries to teach you some Kendo basics, saying it will help calm you down whenever you need peace

(But most of all she wants to make sure you’re able to protect yourself in case something happens)

She doesn’t mind taking things slow, she’s new to relationships after all

Ibuki Mioda

She helps you get out any negative feelings about your ex by writing songs

Hell she might even perform a few with your permission

While she wants to smother you with affection she understands if your a bit jumpy with it

Ibuki isn’t used to going slow but she doesn’t mind if it’s with you!!

She probably gets you a handmade scarf or a custom bracelet to always remind you that she cares for you

She doesn’t get how people can make fun of you for the trauma you went through

So to keep those people from making rude comments she carries around a spray bottle to spray them!

(It always makes you smile seeing that)

Akane Owari

Is another who will literally fight your ex

Actually she might deck your ex the first time she sees her

All she knows is that she hurt you and so she deserves a good ass beating

(Nekomaru or someone else might have to drag her away and explain why she can’t do that)

She slightly panics whenever you feel sad or cry and just tries to get you to eat to make you feel better

(It makes her feel better)

If that doesn’t work she’ll hug you and ramble on about a different topic to distract you

You might need to explain to her about some of your triggers though since she won’t really understand at first but afterwards she’ll make sure to be wary

Sonia Nevermind

She might cry the first time you tell her about what happened to you

Afterwards she wraps her arms around you and tries her best to reassure you that she won’t ever act like that to you

She makes sure to do her research about what not and what to do when you’re dating an abuse survivor

Let’s just say that your ex is officially banned from Novoselic

If anyone dares to make fun of you she will instantly lecture them

No one dares to make fun of her ‘hubby!’

(..You might want to explain to her what hubby actually means)

Is always there to comfort you whenever you need it and will even open up to you about her own problems

You both just help each other with whatever life decides to throw at you next