#is just very fun and silly for me to think about

[bookshelf-dust]

late night with the devil

matt murdock x fem!reader

gif by @kamillahn

word count: 3,751

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, i can’t think of anything else? literally fluff and some flirting

synopsis: you can’t quite understand how no one realized matt was daredevil. he can’t understand how you did.

a/n: hello, loves! this is the first matt fic i’ve written in like…3 years?? a fic for him was the very first fic i posted here, believe it or not. i’ve always thought it was so silly that the people closest to matt never recognized his voice or the bottom half of his face when they encounter him as daredevil, so this is my ode to that. i’ve overthought this one for too long so before i hate it completely, i’ll share it with you!!! enjoy your time with matty and let me know what you think <333

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Foggy is trying to make a call. He can’t look at you because if he does, he’ll laugh, so instead he’s put himself in the corner, nose pressed to drywall. That only makes you and Karen laugh harder. 

He spins around and holds his pointer finger up over his lips, mouthing shush. His shoulders shake as he chuckles to himself. Karen keels over and knocks her head against yours, causing you both to groan in pain and clutch your foreheads, though this quickly morphs into more giggles. 

Foggy hangs up the phone and stumbles your way. “Dumbasses,” he mumbles, and then his foot catches on a wire running to the desktop computer and he falls; he just manages to catch himself on his hands and knees. 

Karen chokes on a laugh and begins to cough. “Shit, Kare!” you cry, patting her back a little too hard. 

“F-Foggy, are you alright?” Karen asks. You blink away tears and try to focus on his form. Your stomach hurts from cackling, and aside from Foggy busting his ass, you can’t even remember what set you off. It’s that kind of laughter. 

The doorbell tinkles and Matt steps into the office. You’re rubbing your teary eyes when you hear him fold his cane up with a snap snap click. He sets a hand on his hip and shifts his weight onto that same side. 

“What’s going on in here?” he questions, tone accusatory. 

Oh yeah, you think, all the drifting pieces in your mind clicking back together in one swift motion. You and Karen had been making fun of Matt and all his silly mannerisms. Foggy was arguing with you about the latest season of Doctor Who and along the way, Matt had come up. 

“There’s an episode of Doctor Who,” you’d explained to Karen, “where Sarah Jane and Rose are laughing about the Doctor’s quirks because he’s always done the same shit with his companions, like hugging the TARDIS or making a face when he concentrates.”

Karen seems to be on the same wavelength as you, shouting, “Look! He’s doing the sassy mom arm!” You snort. Karen practically sobs into your shoulder. 

Matt turns his head towards Foggy, asking the million dollar question with an arch of his brows. Foggy raises his hands in surrender, looking from you to his best friend. 

“Hey!” you cry, “You’re the one that brought it up!”

“You were making fun of me, Mr. Nelson?”

Foggy backs away, giving you a glare that says snitch. “I may have contributed, but they took it to this level! I don’t know what’s wrong with them!” 

Matt places a second hand on his hip and he looks so much like a disappointed mother that you can’t help chuckling one last time. It’s like being busted for having fun with your siblings and your parents think you’re fighting instead. 

Your hand falls to your stomach and you begin to rub at the ache there. Karen rises to her feet beside you. “I need some air,” she says, something in her voice that tells you she might break at even the slightest not-really-all-that-funny thing. She grabs Foggy’s elbow and drags him along with her, mumbling something about getting everyone coffee. 

Now alone, Matt turns his head towards you and raises his brow. 

“You know,” he says your name, “I’m not sure I should still take you out to dinner tonight after you’ve been picking on me with our coworkers.”

One corner of his lips ticks up just barely.

Matt hears the way you cross your arms over your chest, your blouse made of silk, or something akin to it. He hears your hair scratch against your skin when you shake your head at him. 

“We were just talking about how sassy you can be,” you say, matter-of-factly.

He pulls back, shifts his weight onto one foot again and gently places his hand over his heart. “I’m sorry, what?” 

You exhale a laugh. “You know, just the way you always look like an unhappy stay-at-home mom whose kids are up to no good. You put that hand on your hip and tell us to get back to work.”

“I do not,” he scoffs. 

You stand, straightening your skirt and walking the short distance to the kitchenette to place your empty mug in the sink. You choose to ignore his denialist approach.

“Mrs. Santiago called this morning and asked to move her appointment with you to Friday. Said her baby niece had a recital she just couldn’t miss. And Mr. Ritter called about the complex on third? I took a message and left the note on your desk.”

Matt blinks, whiplashed. “Uh, thank you. But—”

“I’m gonna walk down and mail these,” you tuck a pile of envelopes under your arm, “but I shouldn’t be long.” You make for the door, a grin stretching across your lips. 

Matt raises an arm in your direction, a similar smile on his face and a blush forming on his neck. “This conversation isn’t over!” he shouts. He listens to you giggle until you’ve cleared the hall and started down the stairs. 

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You’ve known something was up with Matt Murdock for months. You’re one to mind your own business, not wiggle your way into the details of someone else’s life, but you’d have to completely lack basic observational skills to not notice the aura he drags alongside himself. 

When Karen put the “Page” in Nelson, Murdock & Page, they realized they no longer had someone to complete paralegal duties or manage the office. You met Karen shortly after she moved to Hell’s Kitchen, sharing a customer service job with her for a short time. She was venting to you over the phone one day, rambling about not receiving enough applicants—and the ones they did get, well they didn’t meet the credentials (and that’s considering the low bar Matt and Foggy set to begin with). You joked that you could do it, that it would probably be much more fun than your past nine-to-fives, and that was it. 

You were right—even when the workload is a bit overwhelming and you’re moments from cutting the phone line, the three of them make it worth it. You love your little found family. You’re not ashamed to admit that you’ve always found Matt attractive either. Maybe it’s partially why you’ve noticed when he has bruises on his neck and forearms, or maybe it’s just that noticing things like that feels like common sense to you. He might play it off with everyone else, say it’s from boxing or a vigorous one-night stand, but none of it ever adds up quite right. 

You never told Foggy or Karen about the morning he came in and you noticed the way his gait was off, like it was painful for him to walk normally. When your eyes blew wide because there was a thin line of blood seeping through the thick white fabric of his shirt. “Matt? You’re bleeding,” you’d said. You drowned out his excuses, focusing only on stretching butterfly strips across his skin, forcing a tube of Neosporin into his hands. Afterwards, while you were cleaning up, you had tried to think of actual reasons he’d be getting injured so often.

The thought rose to the forefront of your mind like it had been there for ages, eagerly waiting for you to give it attention.

Maybe he’s a vigilante. 

That’s silly, you’d told yourself. That’s just what’s all over the news, so that’s probably where the idea came from. But it didn’t feel like a joke, not the longer you sat with it. It felt like something you'd already known. Your body showed no signs of surprise. 

But it’s really none of your business, is it?

Now, you listen to the soft click your heels make as you walk along the pavement. You’ve always liked that sound. As a young girl, it made you feel so grown up and professional. 

Matt is supposed to meet you at this cute little dessert bar a few blocks from your place. Your veins buzz with excitement as you think about the alcoholic milkshake in your future, but also because you like spending time with him, even if tonight it’s mainly to catch up on some case-related stuff. It’s nice to be alone with him every now and then. 

You’re glad you wore your coat tonight with the way the gentle breeze nips at your exposed calves. You keep a close watch on your surroundings, not only for your safety, but because you enjoy seeing people do human things. Sometimes you need to remember that it still happens. 

There’s a huge line outside a steakhouse, so you cut down a short alleyway, one you’ve gone down hundreds of times, to get to your destination. The businesses on either side of you have hung string lights at the front of the gap, so the further you go into the alley, the darker it gets, right up until you make your way out of it. 

Halfway through, at the darkest part, you trip over something hard. You stumble, scraping your palm against brick when you reach out to catch yourself. The sound the object makes when it rolls across the ground tells you it’s metal. You fumble for your phone, wanting to shine a light on it and figure out what the hell it is. 

There’s a thud and a scratch and when your light flicks on, nothings there. Well, someone is there, but that’s not what you heard. Your gaze locks on a familiar mask. You’ve seen Daredevil on the news before, but you’ve never crossed paths with him. In fact, this is only your second encounter with someone “super.” Spider-man helped you pick up your things one night when some asshole bumped into you and kept on going. This guy, though you know he is no danger to you, feels more intimidating than Spider-man did. 

“Are you okay?” his voice grabs your attention as you shove your phone back in your bag and begin looking at your palm. 

“Yeah,” you manage. “No blood, just some dirt. What the hell was that thing I tripped on?”

He taps his thigh. You squint. “What even is that? A baton? Are you also in the colorguard?”

The man laughs. It’s a warm sound. Almost familiar. 

“The technical name is a billy club. But yeah, baton works too.” 

“How did it end up down here, waiting for me to bust my ass?” There’s that laugh again. 

“Must’ve fallen out of the holster. I didn’t realize it was loose until…”

“Until I almost broke my neck.”

“That seems a little exaggerated.”

You stay silent for a moment and study him. His hands are on his hips, clad in the same red fabric as the rest of him. Though maybe fabric is too gentle of a word. Armor is probably more like it. The lenses on his mask glint in the light from between the storefronts. You feel like you should be questioning why he didn’t just make his escape, why he’s entertaining a conversation with you. You opt for a different approach. 

“How come you’re out here? This is a pretty safe part of the city. Unless there’s something I don’t know about.”

“No, you’re right. It’s just uh, a busy night. Sometimes I sit and keep watch, make sure everything’s as it should be, y’know?”

“Like a gargoyle?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You sit up there,” you pause and point vaguely towards the sky, “and keep watch, like a gargoyle.” 

He laughs a third time. “I suppose you could say that.”

A chill runs through your body. Maybe it’s not a chill. It’s more like recognition. I know that laugh, you think. You decide to drag this on, give yourself a moment to listen even closer. You smile at him, but don’t supply any more words. You glance down at your watch. 

“Do you have somewhere to be?” he asks, and then you know. It’s Matt. 

You know his voice, god, you feel stupid! You should’ve realized it the moment he spoke. He might be using that silly little deep Batman-like twinge, but without a doubt, that’s Matt Murdock. 

“Hm?” You decide to humor him. “Oh, yeah. Right now actually. I’m getting dinner with a friend. Don’t wanna be late. I’d hate to be that person, you know?”

You leave the alleyway without giving him time to answer. You wonder if he knows that you know. If you’ll be able to keep it together during dinner with him—assuming he gets there soon, heeding your warning. 

But if you’re really honest with yourself, you just want to know if you’re the first one to figure it out. If not, well that’s just not as fun, but you’ll definitely be proud of yourself and still hand his ass to him for as long as you both shall live. 

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Dinner goes well. It might be a little demented, but you’re in a better mood after crossing paths with Daredevil. It helps you understand Matt more, makes conversation with him easier. Other than a sweaty brow, there’s nothing on his face showing that he understood your discovery, or alluding to the fact that he’d been out moments before he sat down at the table with you.

You fill up a mug with coffee, adding a little cream and then leaning up against the window sill in the office. You’re the first one there today, Karen having called to say she’d overslept, Foggy having stayed the night at Marci’s…which always means he’ll be late the next day. As for Matt, you can only assume he went back out after he left you at your doorstep last night. 

Your heels click against the hardwoods as you walk towards your desk, firing up the monitor and getting your email pulled up. You switch on a couple of the fans, hoping they’ll keep it from getting sweltering in here so early in the day. There might be an A/C unit in the office, but if you look at it wrong you’ll be paying for it. Literally. 

You decide to straighten up a little, picking up here and there, tying up cords so no one trips. You’ve settled down, nursing your second cup of coffee and responding to a few inquiring emails when you hear the familiar tap tap of Matt’s cane coming down the hall. The door rattles a little in its frame when he shuts it behind him. 

“Good morning,” Matt says.

“Morning,” you respond. “Coffee’s on.”

You glance up, eyes dragging over his form. His dress pants hug his thighs almost unfairly, causing your mind to draw up images of thick, corded muscle. You blink. He folds up his cane and sets it on the table beside the door. There’s a small bruise on the bridge of his nose. You only notice it when he fidgets with his glasses, which sit lower as if to hide it. Or because positioning them directly over the bruise hurts.

A comment he made recently about fast hands flickers through your thoughts. It makes you smile.

“You’re in a good mood today,” he says, startling you. Did he hear you grin?

“Hm?” You sign off an email and click send. “I’m hopped up on coffee.”

Matt breathes his laughter into his mug. “Should I be worried?” 

“Guess we’ll find out,” you chuckle. 

You both stay silent for a few minutes, you tapping away at the last of your emails, Matt drinking all of his coffee in one go and immediately filling it back up. You update the firm’s shared calendar with changes to the appointment log and add notes regarding the things clients wish to stress during their visits and who might be the best fit to work with them. 

You’re lazily looking at the weather when you hear a grunt from Matt. He’s bent over the table, one hand on his keyboard, the other on his hip. 

“You okay, Matt?”

He inclines his head toward you but doesn’t fully face you. “Hm? Yeah, just uh…”

You don’t know what compels you to say the words that next leave your mouth, but you don’t regret them once they’re out either. The look on Matt’s face is priceless. 

“Late night with the devil?” 

Matt hears the smile in your voice, the change in your heartbeat, and he knows you know.

At that moment, Foggy comes in the door with a glazed donut in his mouth. He holds it open for Karen, who gracefully balances two boxes of donuts in one hand and her hefty purse in the other. 

Matt is still reeling when you say, “Are those the sharing size, Ms. Page? Or are you gonna house twenty-four, sorry, twenty-three, donuts all by yourself? Not that I’d blame you, or judge you for doing so.”

Karen laughs lightly. “Any other day, I’d keep them to myself. But you’re more than welcome to however many you like.” You compliment her cute skirt and then she parts to fire up her laptop and pull out some of the folding chairs. You’re drawing a finger through the air, vaguely imitating a claw machine as you choose a donut. It nearly falls out of your hand when you’re pulled out into the hall. “Matt!”

He pins you up against the far wall in the hallway outside the office and says your name, a stern lilt to his voice, a weird smile on his face like he’s on the verge of…something?

You lift your arm around where his hand is planted on your waist to take a bite of your donut. You know what you’ve done, and frankly, you find it quite funny. You smile into your treat.

He says your name again like you’re in trouble. “Wh-why—what do you know?” he asks you. 

“I don’t know, Matthew, what do I know?” 

He smiles without the glee and huffs a laugh at you. “I really…could we not play the sarcasm game? Why did you say that to me?”

You take another bite of donut and pat him on the cheek. He is mere inches from your face. 

“Maybe because that voice isn’t as unrecognizable as you think, Mr. Murdock.”

You watch as his mouth falls open just slightly, like he’s fumbling for the right words. His arms have shifted so that they now rest on the wall either side of you. You finish off your donut, waiting for him to do whatever it is he’s going to do. 

“Last night you…you just knew it was me because of my voice?” 

“Mhm. We’re together five, sometimes six, days a week. I hear you talk more than I hear myself think, Matt. It took a minute, but you laughed and I recognized it.”

His brows rise and then fall back down, knitting together. He’s kind of touched that his laugh was the thing to do it for you. But he’s still in shock. “No one’s ever recognized me before.” 

A smile spreads across your face. “I was hoping you’d say that. I’m pretty proud of myself, actually.”

Matt can’t help himself, he laughs. “You’re funny,” he says, before going quiet for a moment. You wait for him to start up again. “Are you sure you’re not just fucking with me? D-did Foggy or Karen tell you? Just my voice—I don’t get it.”

“If it weren’t for your voice, I still would’ve figured it out. I can see the entire bottom half of your face, you do realize that?”

He doesn’t say anything. You’ve stumped him. 

You begin to move away, attempting to flatten yourself and slither between him and the wall. He grabs hold of your wrist. 

“You…I—”

The door opens. “What’s going on out here you two?” Foggy projects his voice, but his tone lacks seriousness. That is, until he sees Matt gripping your wrist. His eyebrows shoot up. You take your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m in trouble,” you say, darting back inside the office. The group of you gathers around the little lobby. 

“Why were you interrogating her?” Foggy asks, crossing his arms. Karen crosses her arms too. 

Matt clears his throat. “Um…it’s nothing, I—”

Your gaze flicks back and forth between Karen and Foggy’s. “I figured out that Matt is Daredevil and he’s being weird about it.”

Foggy guffaws. “You what?” 

“She said it was my laugh,” Matt pipes up. “That she recognized my voice. We ran into each other and she’s claiming that’s all it took.”

“Jesus,” Karen laughs. She says your name, a smile on her face. “He’s probably mad because he and Foggy practically broke up when Foggy found out.”

“Okay, well that’s—” Matt says.

“He was being a dick.” Foggy states. “He deserved it, trust me.” 

“Did you guys kiss and make up?” you ask, giggling to yourself. That comment starts a little spat between the boys, but it quickly shifts so that Karen and Foggy are openly arguing about Matt being a pain in the ass and complaining about how he chose (or failed) to reveal his identity to them. You take the chance and slip away. 

Your hands close around your empty coffee mug and you pad back to the kitchenette. Matt’s on you though, not letting up that easily, apparently. 

He leans against the doorway as you prepare another cup for yourself. “It’s just mind-boggling to me that my laugh gave me away,” he says. “And if I’m honest, that’s kind of an intimate thing to recognize, wouldn’t you say?” He says your name.

You snort into your coffee. “Are you trying to flirt with me right now, Mr. Murdock?”

“Rather I’m just implying that you pay quite a bit of attention to me. You know, since you’ve memorized my laughter and all.”

“Oh, like I have a crush on you or something?”

“You could say that. Is that, in fact, what’s happening here?”

“Don't flatter yourself, Matty.” 

He catches your waist gently on your way out of the small room. “So, if I were to ask you out to dinner, you’d say no?”

“We just had dinner together, Matt. You’d have to clarify. Would this be a romantic dinner, in contrast to our usual work-related dinners?”

He puts one hand on his hip and your eyes light up. “You’re right. That’s an error on my part. Would you like to go out for a romantic dinner?”

“Sure, Matty. But only if you’ll put the suit on for me after.”

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[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

I understand that culturally we needed some way to easily signal that we are into kink in a cool, responsible, informed way, and I understand why casually dropping the fact that you know what a safeword is fills that need. It's fine. I don't have a problem with the concept of the safeword becoming like the default setting for normie 101 BDSM, but it is funny to me how *very* obligatory/entry level it is in practice, when actually, nobody really *needs* a safeword unless you're doing some form of CNC, which people still treat like it's one of the Hard, Scary Kinks for the dangerous perverts. Like, when you actually think about it, "wait, stop" and "yes/no/I don't know" and other normal uses of the English language are fully effective in 95% of kinky situations that most people are getting up to. Ordinary communication only fails to suffice if you plan to be roleplaying a situation where one person is supposed to be ignoring things like "wait, hang on, stop," which is why safewords were invented. But everyone acts like CNC is this hugely high bar of Dark Edgeplay, so why do we expect everyone to be utilizing the bespoke tools of CNC? It's just weird, except for like the social signaling function, where it lets us allude to "I'm down for at least some degree of spanky stuff" without leaving more or less nonsexual semantic territory -- it's risqué but not just outright inappropriate for conversational use. But, just -- actually, not everyone does need a safeword! It's silly to think that's a serious requirement of responsible kink, because you can also just agree to use regular words that are not a secret code. Although maybe having a Secret Code is part of the game for you, which is fine, but then you should really pick one of those weird private safewords with backstory. Be fun about it, if it's supposed to be fun. The traffic light system is boring, and what I'm saying is that people told you that you needed to use it to be an ethical kinkster but actually you probably don't need it. And I definitely don't need to read nine gazillion fics where people explain it to each other. Eight gazillion was enough for me, I'm done now.

[gigglegirlhappy]

Major spoilers for Deltarune Chapters 3-4 ahead!

Ralsei is an endlessly fascinating character to me. I adore his design to no end, I love the gags he’s associated with, and I find his general attitude endearing.

Ralsei is a commentary on worthlessness and unmet needs.

When we first meet Ralsei in Chapter 1, he’s the perfect picture of an archetypal cleric. He firmly believes in kindness and compassion as the winning strategy, and he’s a little spineless when it comes to conflict resolution as a result. Notably, he plays along with Susie’s rebellious antics because he thinks he can win her over if he’s just kind enough. His entire philosophy revolves around “if I’m kind, then things will go right,” and that philosophy works in Chapter 1, as proven by Susie’s later recruitment into the Fun Gang and the Spade King’s defeat in a pacifist run.

Interestingly, he decides that it’s best to hide his appearance under the shadow of a witch’s hat until the very end of the adventure. It’s unknown why he hid his face in this manner (and it left me thinking he was some kind of owl creature for the majority of Chapter 1’s runtime).

Chapter 2 is much the same, but with a twist. Susie is a much more active participant in this chapter, and she makes a lot of choices that challenge the standard Ralsei set in Chapter 1. She teaches him how to ACT despite his meek insistence that Kris should be the only one with that ability. He teaches her some weak healing in return, but here it’s mostly played for laughs. Ralsei is still the support of the team here, but the party dynamics are challenged a lot more in Chapter 2 than they were in Chapter 1. Kris isn’t the only one who can lead anymore. Ralsei can too, if he so desires, but he refrains as much as he can in an effort to maintain the status quo.

Interestingly, Ralsei feels it’s best to not tell anyone about the world ending apocalypse scenario that birthing a fountain within a fountain would create until the Fun Gang is moments away from replicating those very steps. This is the start of a very prominent trend in Ralsei’s character. Him hiding his face in Chapter 1 was a silly, inconsequential thing, but covering up the literal apocalypse scenario that is the Roaring is a different matter entirely.

In Chapter 3, Ralsei hits Susie with the absolute banger conversation starter that is, “I’m not real, so stop caring about me already,” after being pressed about going to Hometown’s festival. He could’ve brought this up at any point in the previous chapters, but he refrained from doing so because he thought it was best at the time. He only brought it up now because he physically can’t attend the festival.

This, of course, creates a rift between Ralsei and Susie for the rest of Chapters 3 and most of Chapter 4’s runtime. This is important because Ralsei makes it clear that he thought Susie already knew he wasn’t a real person purely by virtue of being a darkener. He didn’t intend for this to be such a big revelation, but now that it’s blown up to that proportion, the realization that Ralsei isn’t real has inadvertently become yet another thing he’s hidden from the Fun Gang.

Later on in Chapter 3, during Board 2 of Tenna’s game show, Susie switches the controllers for Kris and herself around so they can solve a puzzle for her. Ralsei immediately gets upset upon finding out, likening it to cheating, and Susie retaliates by swapping Ralsei’s controls, giving him control of Kris’s character. He’s instantly uncomfortable with the newfound control, but after taking a picture for them, he finds himself enjoying the role a little more. This is the second instance of Ralsei having to utilize one of Kris’s abilities against his will, and this time, he’s kind of warming up to the concept. This is another instance of breaking down traditional party mechanics, even if it only lasts a short while.

Chapter 4 is where things reach a turning point for Ralsei as a character. Chapter 4’s Castle Town segment opens up with Ralsei inviting Kris and Susie to a tea party. It’s a very wholesome affair, and it allows Susie to relax a bit, which is all well and good, but this scene also hints at something bigger. Susie states that Ralsei’s changed, and he’s forced to look into himself a little deeper than before. He admits that he’s come to appreciate Susie’s strength, even though he once found it scary. He’s still a little shy about it, but there’s a boldness that wasn’t there before that adds to his character and makes him more three dimensional and well rounded as a person.

And then Susie asks Ralsei to eat a slice of his own cake. He denies the offer at first, but then he takes a bite and practically melts at the taste, stating that he’s never actually eaten his own food before. He states he’s only ever made it for Kris and Susie, never for himself. This interaction reeks of people pleasing behavior patterns, and this will not be the only time in the chapter that behavior like this will crop up.

Immediately after this interaction, Kris and Susie have the option to visit Ralsei’s room. Upon checking it out for the first time, they notice that it’s completely barren, save for a single window opposite to the door. There’s no furniture, no bedding, it looks like the room itself was haphazardly sketched in between other, bigger projects. When pressed, Ralsei states that he thought he didn’t need his own room, that making Kris and Susie happy is his only purpose, that he doesn’t deserve his own space. He admits that every skill he’s picked up has been for Kris and Susie, and that he didn’t have any interests or desires of his own prior to Deltarune’s events. He admits that he’s been developing his own wants and desires over the course of the past three chapters, and he admits that this newfound sense of self scares him. He even meekly asks Kris if he should be feeling these sorts of feelings at all.

Later in the chapter, Ralsei saves Kris and Susie from a statue of Gerson. He absentmindedly mentions that Gerson can’t be in Susie’s Dark World, likely because she didn’t know him personally before his passing. Again, there’s this assumption he makes that Susie knew this already, leading to Ralsei having inadvertently hidden something from the Fun Gang and putting them in danger yet again. Susie snaps at him, screaming at him to just tell her things, and this causes Ralsei to break down. He sobs about knowing so much it hurts, and never knowing when to say anything, and making the wrong choices about when to spill the beans and when to shut up. He ultimately ends his breakdown by begging Susie to just let him be the only one burdened by prophetic knowledge, so that if anyone had to hurt, it would only be him.

The people pleasing stench that’s currently wafting off of this man is thick enough to suffocate somebody at this point. He thinks so little of himself that he can’t fathom the idea of indulging in his own needs. A person needs to indulge in themselves from time to time, but Ralsei doesn’t believe himself to be worth the effort simply due to his nature as a darkener. Because he knows he’s not real in the same way that Kris and Susie are, he devalues himself and suffers in silence. Of course, since Ralsei has become more three dimensional as a character since Chapter 1, he’s developed more needs that have since gone unmet. This, combined with a chronic people pleasing attitude, results in this horrible inner conflict where his mind and body are screaming at him to indulge in his emotional needs while simultaneously making him feel guilty for doing so.

Ralsei can’t be the perfect picture of a cleric anymore. He’s too complex to be reduced to such simple concepts now, and he knows it, which scares him because that was how he identified himself before Deltarune’s events went down. He was the healer, he was the support, and that was all he was, but not anymore. And it scares him so badly, because he’s supposed to be the supportive one, and who’s gonna support him when everyone else needs him? Does he even deserve that sort of attention, or is he being selfish and dragging the team down? He’s not even real to begin with, so why do these feelings swirling in his chest feel so undeniably human?

[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode (in 2025!)

--Everybody's faces in this arc are dough. It was Gotouge's dough period. Dough and googly-eyes. And some more tongues and teeth than usual for fun. Gotta keep pushing Zenitsu to more powerful levels.

--And Ufotable was like, "Maybe Sensei can get away with this in little tiny manga panels, but we are known for how hard we go on animation. Uhhhh..."

--"Don't worry, we can do this. We are going to honor the dough faces. We are gonna honor those bug-eyed dough faces so hard. Enough to justify 8 whole episodes of runtime."

--"Yes, but how? By slowing everything down? By adding filler?"

--"By... by drowning Zenitsu!!"

--"OHHHH!!!! Shimono-san will surely make a masterpiece of this!!! Get Hanae-san in there too!"

--"We can't drown Tanjiro! That's not allowed!"

--"No!! It will be silly! It will be so silly as he tries to save Zenitsu. They will be blubbering and chanting sutras and screaming all at once. It will be amazing. And it's going to work BECAUSE of the dough faces. And because we are Ufotable, the water is going to be beautiful."

--"Ohhhhh!!!! Genius!!!"

--But still, it is not as good at Tanjiro BRINGING INOSUKE BACK FROM THE BRINK OF DEATH. You know, that thing that just casually happens sometimes. Casual for everyone except Tanjiro, who is traumatized by it every time.

--One of my very favorite Gotouge doodles is Himejima smashing Inosuke's head to the ground. What a statement.

--Gosh, this made me want to go stand in a waterfall so bad. (Unfortunately, every time I have tried, the weather did not cooperate. Like, either flooding or waterfalls left at their driest in ten years. Nature does not want me to be cool.)

--Murata works so hard.

--So does Nakime, and she gets praised for it.

--Love using the crows flying overhead to announce when parts of the training are done.

--I love the added detail of all these guys who haven't given up on the training having a bunch of scars. They may not be on Tanjiro's level, but gosh dang it, they have survived for a reason. I wonder if (and where, and when?) we'll be seeing them later?

--It hits SO HARD to see Genya just... be normal.

--When he's not freaking out in understandably stressful situations or acting like a scared animal backed into a corner and trying to puff himself up to look like a threat, Genya is... a pretty normal dude.

--He could have just lived a peaceful, normal dude life and that would have been fine. Everyone would have been happy for him.

--The way that he can Tanjiro can just talk instead of bring out each other's stupidest sides and react to one another (ala Kamaboko style) is so refreshing. My gosh.

--And then they meet up again later and just. Go back to simple talking. The most low-stress interactions these two have in the whole series, with just about anyone as their interlocutor.

--Genya is just so wonderfully chill when his anxiety isn't getting the best of him (anxiety can often take the form of anger, and I think that is where a lot of Genya's defensiveness stems from).

--Himejima spying on the boys AND NOT BEING NOTICED AT ALL is so my jam. Like, this time time, Himejima is just doing his own thing. At some point he leaves the mountain entirely to go visit Kagaya. The crows are the ones overseeing the completion of the training. Himejima isn't even supervising. He's just pushing his own rocks in the background. Lighting himself on fire because whatever, it's got nothing to do with those guys' waterfall meditation. (Tanjiro is sure gonna get lucky that Himejima happened to be around when he is dying of thirst... again.)

[molqr]

behold, psychoklok! these goobers are a silly psychonauts/metalocalypse au i've been rotating in my head for almost a year now. less focused on psychonauts characters but more on dethklok, and how their lives would be changed if they were psychic/in the psychonauts universe, and had to deal with all this in their 30s-40s (yeah, their powers would get more intense as the metalocalypse dawns) while charles (also psychic) has to frantically yet hesitantly consider getting the actual psychonauts involved after their mental health declines/spirals out of control post-aotd. much fun!

more ramblings/closeups/textless stuff under the cut!

my sillies...

nathan's good with a few things like psi-punch and mental connection, the latter being how he gets so many of his ideas. his thought train's slowed down now that he's a rich sheltered asshole, though. you'll notice some of their powers have little brackets next to them, and it's because i only think they'll realise they have these powers later in their story, like nathan and his very powerful hydrokinesis. surely that's not a sign of anything at all.

murderface isn't too varied in the psychic department. all of his self-hatred over the years has formed into a very, Very powerful form of blastokinesis though, and he make does very well with how he uses this (who am i kidding, he's using psi-blast to blow up squirrels and frogs and piss off the others) despite his insecurities about knowing only one power. well! good news willy! you're gonna get some command over ice post-salacia possession! surely you won't have complicated feelings about that at all!!!!!!!!

skwisgaar skwigelf is truly taller than a tree here!!! directly contrary to how cold she acts, she's unusually adept with pyrokinesis. which could mean nothing. she's familiar with clairvoyance, she sees the others like this--

(old doodle from like a year ago lol back at the conception of psychoklok, with an example of clairvoyance views from the psychonauts wiki for context on how it works with characters) --with them being extensions of their instruments they play in the band, nothing else, because she's keen on seperating herself from them and insisting theyre just bandmates. girl you live in the same house together. and yeah, toki's guitar looks beat up and stupid for a reason, she's not subtle. despite this, she's sort of insecure too, hence the clairvoyance, she thinks a lot about how people see her, especially in regards to her no.1 guitarist schtick. if you havent noticed, skwisgaar is a woman to me and i use exclusively she/her with her btw. #transgenderism

pickles looks like a pickle on purpose, yeah. it was just too easy! he used to use his telepathy for much cooler things (or sneakier things, like stealing beer as a teen) but now he mostly uses it for grabbing beer bottles that are out of arms reach while he sits on the couch watching tv, or pissing people off. depends on the day. pickles is probably one of the only people in the world who can regularly lace their weed with psitanium, and not suffer a total mental collapse, for some reason. how he works is unknown. the adverse effects of the psitanium consumage is that he's starting to float everrrr so slightly off the ground, but its more apparent with his floaty hair. (which i plan to resemble octopus limbs more, so im keeping his visible shitty white guy dreads down to 8, like 8 octopus legs!) he's silly, i love drawing his lanky ass.

toki seems pretty much the same, but he's very insistent that psychics arent a good thing. ...despite being a (repressed) psychic himself. it's a lore-piece that ive elaborated on in another drawing, but suffice to say, with the parents he has, him being psychic wouldn't end very well. i think he and loboto have a few things to talk about. (notice his head scar. hm...) anyway, his death curse manifests as precognition in this au, once that repressed power begins to unleash itself, toki becomes all to aware of all the death surrounding himself and the band. oh the tragedy! oh, and rockzo isnt a character in this au (because i hate him) but rather a figure from toki's imagination as a child manifested as mental projection, more like an imaginary friend which embodies him impulsivity and things he couldnt have as a kid. he came back after toki got his dad killed as a method of toki coping by being impulsive and shit, now he drinks vodka at 6 in the morning as urged by his little paper clown friend. this rockzo serves in furthering tokis character development only, once toki finally lets go of him and what he stands for (impulsive self destructive habits to cope) thats him gone forever. because iiii donttt likkeee himmm...

psychonauts is a really fun series to work with for aus and character stuffs because the games are just so lovely, i've even got a whole doc focused on what i think their mental worlds would look like! nathan explosion and his mental blood ocean and toki wartooth with the horrors of his icy past.. would love to draw some memory vaults for them sometime!

fun trivia! nathan is the only one here with 4 fingers. this is because he's the only one out of the band with no experience with instruments, he just does vocals :]

anyway thats all for now (on this post at least lmfao) thankes for reading if you got this far...!!

[lucytsukii]

👁️👁️

Hi hii, Aiden (pookie) so uhm... How're you... How're you finding the place and the people there? Are they treating you right? Any members you get along with? (Aside from Luck of course) :}}

"Ah ! How are you? Very nice of you to ask about it!"

"And yes! They're all super fun and interesting! About the last question… Hm I don't know I think everyone?"

"There's just one problem, the difference in culture… Not that I'm complaining, after all I can't blame them, each one was born in a different place! But everything will be fine, I'll just talk to people about why it's uncomfortable for them to bite me."

Bp, to your happiness I can say, Aiden is super happy. But not because they're treating him well or anything, it's just that he literally has a weird sense of friendship because of his family-

Dear pansexual

What questionable taste, scary to see this XD I know that practically everyone is in a romance color, but it's because everyone has a chance to have a romance route with Aiden, he only sees them as friends and best friends strangely.

(And I literally just randomly painted the colors of "friendly", being like, best friend and romance, on the arrows)

Trickster -

He loves Trickster!! He talks to her a lot and it's like she brought him here (although… never mind). They get along really well, after all she treats him informally as a friend (like, since the last time they saw each other).

"Wait!? So he really had no gender? I suspected it when I met him… He didn't look human or from a species I know. Well I don't mind, they were super nice, I hope they come back soon so I can go home! I'll definitely send them letters even if we get separated!"

Rosemary -

He likes her too! She seems very reserved and focused, she seems so cool! Watch her fight against Casimir and see how fun it is to watch.

"She reminds me of my younger sister, Ragatha, so diligent and bossy hahaha! She took care of all my brothers, covering them up from assassination attempts, hahaha!"

Chaoxiang -

He thinks Chao is beautiful, as well as fun, he always shows up to say hello, if possible, play a game, although Aiden doesn't seem to pay much attention to the game, he's always pulling the trigger, if possible about games, he only shuts up when it's Chao's turn, and he doesn't want to distract him.

"His skills are amazing! He always looks reserved and so cool, you have to see how amazing he looks when he plays, he even reminds me of my brother Morgan who is just as elegant as him."

Hayden -

He likes Hayden, always talking to him, in this case, just a "Good morning! Are you okay today?" and making him want to leave, but he makes a point of greeting him every time they meet.

"Ah, I'm used to dealing with this kind of person, he reminds me of my little brother, Rowan, so I don't force him to talk."

Willow -

He loves her kindness, whenever he meets her, he starts to talk to her about anything, like an anti-stress pill (as if he had that..), just seeing her makes his day better.

"She's adorable! Reminds me of my sister, Jules, she's the one who gave me this lovely necklace! She was so kind and optimistic! I remember when she comforted my brother, Joel, because the poisons he created had no effect on me! Hahaha!"

Heaven and Nevaeh -

He likes them (too), he sees them more as a form of older brother, he doesn't seem to care at all about dodging their traps, on the contrary, he goes in head first and, somehow, comes out intact and suddenly, he runs after her with the same kind of tricks they used (in the case that Heaven used).

"Hahaha they are so funny! They remind me of my younger brothers, Zion and Qinn, they used the same tricks, they make the same face when I go chasing them."

Penelope -

What a lovely girl! He's always teasing her, being a silly big brother even when she's chasing him with an axe! He seems to adore Penelope.

"Hahaha! She really has monstrous energy! She gets a little sulky because she can't hit me, her movements are still a little imprecise, but they grow so fast, I bet you'll be like my brother, Alaric, one day!"

Casimir -

Casimir is funny, he always enjoys observing his interactions with people, an interesting point is that Aiden actually follows orders perfectly after Cas tells him about them. He talks normally (his normal self in this case) with him, always smiling and cheerful, but there is one thing, when they bump into each other without realizing it, he gives Cas a dark look and gets all alarmed, before returning to normal.

"IDRIS- Ah! It's you Cas, sorry, I mistook you for my brother again hahaha! How is your day going?"

He is someone who really likes everyone...-

If anyone else wants to know what Aiden thinks of his ocs, feel free to ask him!

Tag: @googlyeyes-blogs @justafriendly-stranger

[holy3cake]

WIP Wednesday!

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Thank you for the tag, sweet @oddsnendsfanfics!!

Okay this is a fun one this week :D I have this gif I made recently that I wanted to share, because I'm still absolutely obsessed with Harry being some kind of trailer thief on the set of SKMD, so here's another one from The Last Kingdom, Seven Kings Must Die, Friendship Test!:

I'm absolutely convinced that when Harry and Laurie were filming the kiss scene, they had to do a few takes because they couldn't stop laughing. All I can imagine is Laurie getting all smouldery eyes and Harry just going "PEANUT BUTTER!" Seriously though, from the depths of hell hating Inglimundr, it's adorable to see how cute the actors are out of the roles! Now there's NSFW approaching, so halt here if you just wanna see Harry and Laurie being silly :D

Okay so I'm making VERY slow progress on IHFF, but thanks to @lord-aldhelm's smoot marathon, she's helped me advance. But this one continues to make me laugh because Osbert, your Uhtred is showing, and Aethelstan, your Alfred is showing lmao.

“Am I interrupting? Or did your God already answer your prayers?” Osbert hissed warmly, beaming when Aethelstan shivered again. Usually, he wouldn’t be so blasé about Aethelstan’s faith, but he knew the only thing he wanted to worship today were those gorgeous nipples. Which he didn’t falter on, going back to his previous ministrations as he tugged the smooth peaks between his fingers. Osbert took his time, looming into Aethelstan’s frame as he continuously devoted himself to each stroke. Aethelstan was trembling madly in his grasp, suddenly dropping the pretense and slapping Osbert’s hands to his chest.  “You’re blasphemous. Touching me like this- mmh!” Aethelstan cut himself off with another whine, nipples hard and poking through Osbert’s hands.  “Like what? Like I crave you?” Osbert purred back, pinching the swollen, excited nipple with vigour. “Like I need your God to see you gasping?” To extenuate his point, Osbert clamped down on his chest again, grinding his stiff, solid cock against Aethelstan’s bare back. “Are you ashamed, Aethelstan? Thinking about prayer, when you want to spread your legs for me?” Osbert groaned, drunk on the thought of Aethelstan getting distracted by such dirty thoughts during mass. His desires spilled out of him, and Aethelstan let out a filthy moan as his treacherous hands abused his swollen nipples again. 

Uhtred and Alfred from above: "We taught them well."

ONE MORE PLOT BUNNY (This post is so damn long whoops). I do want to write a Burning Girls Oneshot (thanks my lovely @kingslionheart) Because David is starting to infiltrate my life now and I am fully accepting of this :D

No pressure tags: @grinningkatz @lancedoncrimsonwings @book-and-music-lover @errruvande @waterfallsilverberrywrites @bilbotargaryen @persephones-journey @whitedarkmoonflower

@kingslionheart @fabiochampioraro @ripmyfictionalfriends @thenameswinter99 @paula-in-dreamland

@corktheauthor @redacted-thething @thelettersfromnoone @beginning-writer @lord-aldhelm @slashedgutz

[seafoam-taide]

Various myguys brainstorming doodles and also I explode whole. thoughts related to these images below

calling them brainstorming doodles is sort of a misnomer bc its more like i draw things for fun and then more ideas appear in my head. was thinking about how mind and heart have more of a like. growing and changing and becoming more than what they made of themself vibe going on with their start designs vs post whole situation designs. like. a breaking out. but i was thinking and... it's not the same with soul. i think who he is at his core has always been there. i think even at the very start, he is exactly who he is meant to be. so for him its more like. becoming less than what he made of himself. relaxing. tearing away walls. revealing himself. and this only happens when hes ddirectly confronted with everything he hid so well even he couldn't see it during the Whole Situation. yaaay.

im so happy with myself for deciding soul experiences absolutely zero meaningful character growth in the cycle. i love completely erasing whole from the equation and making it about soul. because, you know, that's actually part of where this all came from. at first, when listening to the album, i had seen soul as the perpetrator. i understand now that the general consensus is that whole is the one choosing to put them through it which makes sense like i do agree thats what happens canonically. but bc im me and have problems whole as he is canonically cannot exist within my version <33 soul doesnt get to be fucked up and violent in myguys but i like to think i made him even worse.

also that second to last image sort of explains itself its just silly funny identity issues but in relation to it i'll say what's fun with those two assholes is at the start they do act very similarly like. the way ive been drawing them at the start of that arc has been pushing the "these are the same guy" even further than i try to do with hms. bc. "whole" exists because soul was fucking breaking down from forcing himself to be who he thought whole had to be. so whole the alter is literally just... what he wished he was. which becomes such a catalyst for soul learning to fucking chill even a little bit. because there is this external proof that he can point to that he is not who he thinks he should be. and. that that's okay. it takes a lot of fucking work to get there obviously but. sigh. sniffle. mrmrgmhmgnnhgffhfhg

whole also ends up deviating from this impossible standard soul was upholding bc he gets to be his own guy too but this aint about him. yet. right now im thinking about souls problems. anyway peace thanks for experiencing the next installment of myguys lore

[shsl-simp]

TYSM FOR TAG SPAMMING IT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY !!!!!!! going point by point for this bc i need to ramble about this man this has been spinning in my head for a month

i, too, need to resist ... something something let it out or cup of roasted coffe/cup of poisoned coffee .....

hasegawa with freckles is everything to me. he needs them to survive trust.

i hate drawing facial expressions usually but drawing hasegawa being insane and kamimura in genuine fear was SO fun !!

i was worried i made them spin too much but man i love spinning them ..

only just now i''m realizing how much i treated kamimura like a ragdoll here 😭😭 its just very fun to throw him around okay

tbh the "im still the man you trust" scene was one of my least favorites but im v v glad you enjoyed it !!!!

im begging you hasegawa PLEASE get brown contacts. oh wait

right then and there is when i decided that the chrs were going to merge into blue goo and come up/down from the floor 💔 im being so fr its bc i didnt wanna draw them walking away every time but i think it works pretty well

ISOTAMBA COFFEE GIRLS !!!!!! i took full advantage of not needing to worry about having multiple chrs played by the same person onstage at once ,,

that frame is probably my fav in the whole animatic. its just a fucking loop? always has been

this was the first time i have ever drawn yukino and it was rlly fun lowk. 10/10 would recommend

i struggled so hard with those smear frames as they enter/exit dont even get me STARTED man 😭😭😭

i had so much fun torturing kazutoshi. i did forget to draw his nosebleed near the end like 3 times tho. i had to fix it afterwards </3

okay the reason hiroakis glasses are blue is bc i wasnt gonna draw his eyes so i wanted to make the closest things to his eyes blue ( like okazaki ) but i just drew his eyes anyway bc i like drawing them

drawing scary hasegawa felt weird but also very fun. let him crash out !!!!!

those last few frames i was some of the iffiest on because i was getting rlly tired by then and was struggling to figure out how to compose them ( fun fact i didnt storyboarded i entirely winged it. worst mistake of my life. ) but im really glad they turned out well !! especially the close ups with kamimura and hasegawa

dont apologize !!!! i love when ppl spam the tags in my reblogs its very silly /pos

it is FINISHED !! thank you so much to everyone who encouraged me to finish it :333

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[therubberotter]

I was tagged by my good friend @gaelsstuffiehome to show my current plushie buddies! Goodness if it isn’t a difficult task, because I have too much to say about them 🤣❤️

So, we’ve got in order:

-Brownie 🧸: my soul plushie, my bestie. He started my build a bear obsession! He travelled all the way from the States to Spain thanks to Gael and her team! Hasn’t left my side since. He’s just a little book loving introvert that enjoys studying and going to the cinema. The thing he loves most? Salmon!

-Peanut 🐻 🥜: Bukowski bear. She’s Brownie’s younger sister. She’s a brave little adventurer, that’s why she’s covered in scars (of which she’s very proud of). She’ll be your fiercest supporter when you need it, but she’s also in for some ice cream and a walk as long as she can peep out of the bag.

-Shrimp 🦐: Water bear! I like to think about him as a little alien that loves learning about life here. Very innocent and silly but almost indestructible.

-Bao Bun 🥟: Douglas red panda. She comes with me to infusion day and doctor’s appointments. She’s very soft and sweet, and loves napping by my side and car rides.

-Toast 🐰: found her on Vinted… she had spent years inside a wardrobe and looked so sad… Now she’s my sleeping buddy every night. She’s just a cosy girl! She has created a reading/writing club for the other plushies in the fam.

-Sandwich 🥪 🐊: such a fun little gator! He’s friendliness impersonated. He only wants to help others and have a good time. Silly boy with a heart of gold. He also loves insects and plants!

-Frambuesa 🐱🍓: my spooky witchy girl! She’s a professional horror books writer, and loves cartoons and kidcore stuff. She’s in a long distance relationship with a werewolf. They write letters and stories to each other. I love the way her eyes glow in the dark!!

-Pumpkin 🐱 🎃: the perfect cuddle buddy!! He loves reading and watching masterchef together. I got him in a lot and wasn’t sure if I’d like him or or not… it was love at first sight the moment I got him out of the box. The quality of older babs is amazing.

-Waffles 🧸 🧇: such a cute little bear! He’s simply so sweet. And it took him quite a lot of time to get here! He’s a very special mini travel buddy.

-burrows 🐰: Melissa and Dough rabbit. Another friend that got here thanks to Gael and her team! I felt an instant connection to him. He’s a little anxious ball, just like me, so he’s my companion when I feel overwhelmed. We remind each other that it’s ok to have bad days, and to take time off to do things that make us happy… and that we should not forget about self care!! He’s very into romantic films, but can’t stand horror ones!

-Chía 🐱: she arrived home today!! A Bukowski cat keychain. My boss gave her to me as a bday present, and I couldn’t love her more!! 😭 she’s very soft and cheerful, and I’m sure she’s going to be the perfect everyday companion.

BONUS: I found this little living plush inside one of my bags… do you think it’ll be dangerous? 🤣 She demands lots of attention and eats like no one else! Very soft and cuddly, though.

mutuals reblog and show me your current favorite plushie(s) im BEGGING. tag ur plushie enjoying mutuals too. i want to see everyone's friends!! tell me about themm! how'd you get them? what's their personality like? why are they your favorite?

this is boba, i thrifted her for 50 cents a few days ago and she brings me so much happiness. i took her to the park recently :)

[stiffyck]

I WISH ARO HEADCANONS WERE MORE POPULAR IN FANDOMS

[800db-cloud]

i’ve been wanting to do this since day one

[clockworkreapers]

so... today is 413. I am not sorry.

[h0wdidig3there]

because Beatrix doesn’t really have any wrinkles and looks fairly young even in present day. I kind of think she’s actually a pretty young ruler, especially since she took over when she was that young also I feel like she would’ve been younger back then because she wasn’t her full height so at that point I like to imagine she was like maybe 14 to 15 and Ras was 16 to 17 since he was his full height, then a few years passed and she reaches her adult height and merge happens and a bunch of other shit happens the creators of Ninjago are not great at giving us a good timeline of things and I’m pretty sure you could make an argument that Lloyd is over 100 years old at the current point of the series and no one would really be able to argue with you because of how ninjago is told especially since I’m pretty sure the creators mentioned at some point that years are not the same in Ninjago as they are here so even if they say oh it’s been a year that could be 10 years for us and we would not know also before you mention the beard that thing has not grown whatsoever since he first appeared, and if we’re going with the assumption that he was 16 to 17 he probably already would’ve grown his full length of fur and would just be waiting for the muscle and a bit of height to build on so that later he could have his signature completely pink set of abs and his braided beard that I still think looks very silly on him no matter what I’m sorry I just don’t think tigers look good with braided beards. It looks so weird and out of place to me I would not be upset if at some point in the series either gets it ripped off or cut off they just means it’s easier to draw and not make it look stoopid

Anyway, do you like my mind? Is it fun in here learning about my perception on how the series moves and how time works? because I spend hours of my days just thinking about this shit because I am mostly unemployed so most of my days are spent just thinking and making head cannons 

Yes, I am mentally deranged. Why do you ask? 

I feel the need to mention that because of either an animation, error or the animators getting lazy I have more reason to believe that Ras is in his 20s

because Tiger patterns don’t change as they age they just spread apart as they gain more muscle and size and sometimes they look thicker or thinner after that or more spread apart and since ras now has not only very different markings, but also has a considerable amount more of muscle I am inclined to believe that when we first saw him, he was still growing, and that now he has finally reached his full potential of being the only full grown adult of his species left

Female tiger is reach full maturity at 3 to 4 years old and males between 3 and 5

Now at the very start of the merge, I imagine it happening when Lloyd is between 16 and 19 and if ras is that old he’s probably around 2 1/2 to 3 years old for tigers

And now currently, I imagine Lloyd as being around 26 and if we again make ras the same age suddenly was it probably a year older for tigers, which would explain not only his stripes being different, especially where most of the muscle spread out, but also him being more muscly in the first place I don’t care if this wasn’t the writer’s or the animator’s intentions, I will take it as another reason for Ras acting like more of a manchild than Lloyd at times  

TLDR: the animators probably made a mistake or got lazy, and I decided based on my knowledge of tigers that this meant, I had another reason to assume Ras is the same age as Lloyd if not younger giving me the ability to have Ras look in the mirror after being called an boomer by someone who might be older than him and become self-conscious 

@nyaskitten here have something that’s mostly just good fun instead of the angst I’ve been hand feeding you since we became mutuals.