#just a “trying to be aware” kind of way. I think mayhaps it might be getting romanticized/used more because of the Japanese terminology

[nulltune]

any rp wishlist ??

I HAVE A LOT!!!! omg... screams into my hands this is a heck of a question anon- TYSM!! ❤️❤️ i have a wishlist tag too actually- but i don't post much in it because tbh all interactions feed me so well...... i love hakuno dearly you see (live lynn reaction: 🥺🥹😩🫶💗) and she's always interacting with all kinds of interesting muses so tis a guaranteed fun time 🥳 and also like. hakuno as a character is defined as a nobody with nothing so you can expect pretty anything to be a new experience 2 her :,) OK BUT YEA BACK TO UR Q! WHEN IT COMES TO WISHLIST THO HRMGHH that's a tough one..... cuz i have sm!!! so off the top of my head:

this is rlly general but oooo i want hakuno to go to all sorts of places! she is already someone who is so curious, exploring the world to try to find a place in it. spoiler alert she doesn't but i digress! imagine your muse showing her a place they like... or a by-chance encounter where hakuno stumbles on their little secret spot.... hakuno would be pretty inquisitive because she can't imagine having such an attachment to any place, but i think it'd be real interesting to explore! and also- your muse and hakuno going on a trip somewhere... sightseeing and having fun together mayhaps,, the possibilities are endless so i can't really specify but i just think it's neat! 🥺

"i'd die for you" "i'll live for you" "let's live together" "let's die together" <- whatever those lines got going on!!! not all of them at once ofc (unless things happens and they all apply at some point 👁👁✨️) but just whatever genre this is..... life and death are interesting topics to explore with hakuno – she's someone who can understand what it's like to want to disappear, but at the same time she's someone who's afraid of death. and she wants to love so badly but has no reason to </3 so i wanna explore more of that in general !!! i wanna see her interact muses who share that same mindset... muses who think completely differently.... let them explore what their purpose is... their reason to live... and all that!

tragic love is such a Big Need for meee, i'm a sucker for them!!! and i really think it's so perfect for hakuno!!! i hope everyone knows by now that i love the theme of love for my hakuno 🫶 and like- imagine finally understanding and finding love when you thought you never could, only to lose it... unrequited love? a doomed love story? there are so many ways to go about it, and who the other person might be makes it so much more interesting too, and i just crave it!!

hakuno and a muse working together for something- a relationship founded on ??? like, they just happen to meet and their goals just somewhat aligned so they're sticking together for practical reasons or just circumstances!! will they get to know each other better and come out of it with a good experience? will they butt heads but decide to bear with it until their respective goals are accomplished? idk but something about it intrigues me! i'm really interested in having like a whole storyline happen tbh 🥺 it'd be fun to see how much the relationship changes at the end of things y'know!

i'm gonna need more antagonistic dynamics too tbh.... she is absolutely going to be as polite and nice as she is to any other person because c'mon... it's Hakuno. but! i feel like there's a biiig sense of distance that comes with having this sort of dynamic with her. as we have seen in canon for example, hakuno's really frikkin aware of their status as enemies with other character- she's always saying stuff like "even though we're enemies?" and not understanding why'd be nice to her when she's their enemy... stuff like that!! i mean, enemies to friends or enemies to lovers is def not out of the question ((ФωФ)✨️ ...) but it'd be so fun to see the development!! which i guess is the appeal of those dynamics in da first place !

i love character development ofc but i have always been thinking about- how about reverse character development ?! 😳 hakuno is a suuper interesting character to me because- well, it's like a white sheet of paper! it's blank! i feel like there are soo many directions her character could go and i think it'd be so fun to explore! characters who bring out the worst in each other maybe?? enable each others' bad habits?? and oh boy it'd hurt so much on hakuno's part because she wants to be better and is always wanting the best for others so like (: IT COULD BE FUN METHINKS..!

letter writing threads!! i feel like you can tell a lot about a muse by the kind of letter they write 👁👁✨️ having hakuno write down her thoughts and feelings into paper just sounds super interesting to okok- i'd imagine her letters sounding more like very formal reports tbh 💀 but i think it could be so fun and a really neat way to really get the Insight(TM) on da muse!

speaking of the letter writing tho- something related to arts and humanities! drawing? music? writing? sculpting? dance? anything and everything creative pls. hakuno's way of thinking is very logical so i think she struggles with understanding things that don't really have a solid factual answer, but that's also what makes it so interesting! art can really touch people's hearts too and that's the kind of thing hakuno needs desperately 🥹 even if she can't fully understand it right now ! your muse showing hakuno their creations maybe?? bonus points if their works say a lot about them as a person or means a lot of them!

i'm a sucker for childhood friends so i want that for hakuno too 🤧✨️ !! it doesn't have to be friends in specific tho- i just think there's something special about knowing someone when they were younger :thonk: kids tend to be more honest i guess? and i mean hakuno still is, but for better or worse, the hakuno we now know keeps the "bad" parts of herself hidden away while actively trying to be the person other people need – a younger hakuno wouldn't have that mindset yet methinks! BUT YEA BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING 😳😳 it's fun to see how that could affect the dynamic especially when they meet later on!

OH AND immortal & mortal is a staple! hakuno could work as both tho... it rlly depends on the verse because her mortality is Weird(TM) actually- but i still think both concepts would be very fun!! >:3c with her as a mortal, it'd be Neat for her to want to be remembered because that's asking for a lot when her entire life is probably like a mere blink in the eyes of an immortal </3 and with her as an immortal, i just like the idea of her finding happiness after possibly years and years of loneliness but also being aware that happiness is very much temporary </3

I FEEL LIKE THESE R MORE DYNAMICS AND THEMES THAN SPECIFIC SCENARIOS BC LIKE i wuv...... and i luv scenarios and situations too ofc but i can't rlly specify bc they're all so neat 2 me.!!! your muse and hakuno could literally just go to mcdonald's and i'd be havin a blast writing it GVSMCBSMDH

[helloanthy]

tbh i was kind of expecting vriska at the end of the colors of utena

idk if this is python sending this anon because what a coincidence it would be ! but either way ill take this opportunity to share our conversation about hs/rgu from 2 days ago

🐒 munke [10:20 PM] on my last helloanyhy i drew anthy as kanaya mayhaps i should terezi her this time [10:20 PM] not character parallels .jus anthy cosplay things

🐍 python [10:20 PM] terezi [pog]

🐒 munke [10:21 PM] terezis ur rose bride

🐍 python [10:21 PM] anthy cosplays all the homestuck trolls

🐒 munke [10:21 PM] (makes u into bug cannibal)

🐍 python [10:21 PM] om nom nom nom [me turning myself into a bug and also you so i can cannibalize you] [10:22 PM] terezi's name is razor gillette and shes an orchid mantis

🐒 munke [10:22 PM] my brain is getting chemicaliszed so i cabt mental exercise but bow do u think anthy n vriska would get alkng oe not

🐍 python [10:22 PM] ummm… i imagine something similar to how anthy and nanami get along

🐒 munke [10:23 PM] did u kno ladbugs hav to drill a hole thru the females exoskeletob to creat an orifice to mate [10:23 PM] wohldnt that be heinous [10:23 PM] rips u a new asshole

🐍 python [10:23 PM] vriska: does not agree with anthy's submission so she comes in with a lot of bluster [10:23 PM] anthy: 🙂

🐒 munke [10:23 PM] omg. vrisknami ?+ [10:24 PM] nariska

🐍 python [10:24 PM] nanami is not A vriska, i think, but she feels very adjacent to me [10:24 PM] i need 2 ponder that one more [10:24 PM] i do know i consider wakaba and jade to be similar though [10:25 PM] i think vriska considers anthy to be very boring. so she might provoke her a lot. like how she was w aradiabot [10:25 PM] but also that was bc vriska considered aradia a friend… so idk with a stranger she might just be rude

🐒 munke [10:26 PM] wait ur wakajade parraleld [10:26 PM] i would like to hear defensr

🐍 python [10:26 PM] theyre both sidelined by the plot very heavily [10:26 PM] w wakaba its like lampshaded but w jade less so [10:26 PM] they both couldve been the protag in another comic

🐒 munke [10:27 PM] ahhhh [10:27 PM] rebound girlies ……..

🐍 python [10:27 PM] theyre both aware of how distant they r from the canon… and hate it [10:27 PM] yeas… [10:28 PM] i think the difference is that jade was sidelined bc she was too powerful for the plot. like she is the most involved in sburb of the beta kids (her life does not truly begin until they enter the game) but shes also the least involved in all the big battles bc shes too strong [10:28 PM] the hand of god taking her off the table… [10:28 PM] i think wakaba is just sidelined bc its not her story LOL [10:29 PM] like she HAS her own plot she can be involved in (shes the princess of that other world or whatever and she literally found her prince) but she doesnt want it ‼‼ she wants to be in this one. [10:30 PM] thats all i have maybe theres another utena character who jade is a closer analog to idk [10:33 PM] i think in terms of like… placement irt the plot? vriska's thing is that the story is always trying to sideline her but she (and also the hand of god very transparently) keeps putting her back in. and also terezi did that once too lol. but nanami and vriska share a similar role of … being subjected to a lot of humiliation (plot wise) but also their backstories are a trauma dump. and also ofc the personalities

and today

🐒 munke [1:13 PM] did u send me an anon on hehlloanthy about vriska

🐍 python [1:13 PM] not at all [1:13 PM] what does it say ⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️

🐒 munke [1:13 PM] 🤨

🐍 python [1:13 PM] BELIEB ME

🐒 munke [1:13 PM] ok well im ghonna post our conversation about rgu/hs parallels then [1:13 PM] just to share 💜

🐍 python [1:15 PM] okay addendum to what i said before [1:18 PM] for homestuck, rheres a difference between hussie the self insert joke and hussie the wielder of the hand of god. re: vriska remaining relevant via the hand of god. like hussies self insert is an allegory for the narrative going off the rails and out of their control. but ofc like theyre the one still writing and arting for it, so they arent truly divorced from the narrative decisions jn the real world. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE

🐒 munke [1:22 PM] yes

🐍 python [1:22 PM] i just want to circumvent the haters 😈

🐒 munke [1:22 PM] HSFJDFJSKDHFOKDSJ

[canidbld]

— A Black Dogs Journey

— A small and quick writeup about my journey to accepting myself as an alterhuman.

(Taken from my carrd and edited)

My journey with therianthropy technically started when I was 16 when I found the forum "therian.guide" and made my first intro post and therefore my first dip into the community.

I remember that I had tried and assumed I was a bunny / hyena therian based on surface factors (like how I thought I twitched my nose like a bunny for example) and the response to the post was positive. I did not return to the site after that because I also assumed that therianthropy was spiritual only and I knew I wasn't that so I chalked it up to me just over analyzing and didn't think about it again until a few years later where I started a vent blog on tumblr (it would've been my 2nd one technically)

From there, I reposted a lot of canine poetry as I related to it a lot due to, for the most part, the venting nature canine poetry presented itself as. After a while, the more I dived in deeper, the more I was exposed to accounts who adopted a hellhound like aesthetic which I also gravitated towards to the point I stumbled on the "hellhound kin" tag.

Thats where my awareness of mayhaps even the first sense of consideration of being otherkin came from and it would remain a subtle nag at the back of my mind for a bit while I continued to consume canine and hellhound content casually, trying to ignore that nagging feeling at the back of my mind.

Before we get into the continuation of coming to terms with my Black Dog identity, I want to mention that I participated in the pet regression community for a while and eventually I would start resposting caninekin content as I assumed it pretained to my puppy headspace. I want to point this out because I'm pretty sure the pet regression community was also somewhat of a gateway for me to start looking deeper into therianthropy, or at least, one of the reasons.

Another few years later, I found my boyfriend and after a while being together, I showed him my dog themed venting account where I was reintroduced to the time where I considered I was hellhound kin. again, I didn't think much of it until I eventually I did a little digging into what kin meant and came across the term "otherhearted" and "copinglink" and knew that was probably what I felt and so I made a new tumblr account in dedication of accepting my hellhound hearttype and started creating poetry about it.

However there was still something not right about the label I used. As time moved forward and another year passed, I end up to a point where I really start to genuinely consider that I might be more than human and that it might not even be voluntary.

And so starts my more recent journey to discover myself through a nonhuman lens.

The point of adopting the -heart suffix was because honestly... I still wasn't taking kinning that seriously, I still wasn't really acknowledging the bigger picture here. I felt that if I called what I was feeling a -kin, I'd feel like I was disrespecting the community. It was a lame assumption baked up by nothing other than my overanalysing thoughts and insecure feelings because in reality, I did kin hellhounds. Well, kind of.

I knew that there was something ever so slightly off about saying "I was a hellhound" and feel like it should've been the at-all-be-all of my therianthropy. I couldn't pinpoint what was the "off feeling" until I started researching about hellhounds again like I did before. Then I stumbled upon what was called "The Black Dog."

I had read about Black Shuck and Church Grimm before but I think, at that moment, something clicked when I read more about the lore of the Black Dog and its hauntings and Legends.

And so my identity went from "hellhound-hearted" to "Black Dog Theriomythic" and I've honestly been pretty happy with that. Nowadays, it's really about understanding what it means to be a mythical creature in a way that interacts with my humanness and how much of the folklore and traits of the Black Dog pretain to me, thats what I've really been trying to figure out as of late. I have also been considering a few more kins and researching more about the history of therianthropy as well because I know my journey has not ended, there's always more to know.

I say I awakened on march 2024 just because it's easier that way but it's been much more complicated than that. To be honest, that's really only the time I started interacting and engaging in the community more as it seems I have always been somewhat aware of my alterhumanity.

My name sol comes from my boyfriend naming me that when we first started dating, back then it was a sort of fun way to mimic the way an owner would name their dog but back then I was not as aware as I am about me being canine so now the name and the way I was named holds a lot more significance.

I have other layers to my alterhumanity of course, I am still learning and questioning and understanding the nature of kinning and what being theriomythic means but I now know at my deepest core I am the Black Dog from British folklore.

[bunny-rambles]

hi. uhm.

i'm aware i totally disappeared but to be fair i kinda did so on the entire platform lmao. as per january i am, indeed, working full time all the while still having to go to uni! so ahah there's that.

it's just that today it's a very boring day at work, so yeah, i felt like checking up on you? is that weird?

in any case, how do you do? i hope those months have treated you well.

as per me, i am officially a c1 scaramouche haver currently waiting on his rerun to maybe get c2 — i was super lucky with my pulls btw, got my first copy on my first ten pull ahah

i still try to play genshin in my breaks from work, and my biggest pride and joy is the fact that my sumeru teapot is thriving.

i wish i had some fun facts to share, but my life has been pretty boring since i started working - unless my clients really fuck up when writing their requests to me, nothing funny ever happens. oh, but today i'll be going with a friend to do a full-night reading of one of the greatest fics that has ever written by an italian author, so that's good ig! also my obsession with bungou stray dogs kicked in again so that's all i'm thinking about 24/7 rn your italian word of the day, it's "nostalgia" — it's written exactly like in english, but the pronounciation is different. there's even a funny italian song with this word in it! in english it would say something along the lines of "nostalgia, nostalgia, what a bitch" (scaramouche might like it, but it's way too bubbly a song for him — if he ever met kazuha tho, i'm sure he'd sing it for him)

i wish you all well! i hope to be able to hear (read, mayhaps?) your stories again

sending a strong hug, tvb <3

- 🍓

hello dear,

it’s been a while, hasn’t it? we both kind of went off the deep end and disappeared for a little bit.

I know you wrote this a while ago, but I’m going to answer it anyway, and I hope you’re still around to read it.

it’s not weird, no. I’ve wanted to know what you’ve been up to, and I’m glad you have a job and seem to be doing well.

I have had many ups and downs over these months, and at the moment I’m in a bit of a limbo. I don’t know how I feel. But summers soon, so I guess I don’t have to think much about that, and I can just enjoy the nice weather (which is rare here)

nice, join the c1 club :,) I’m so happy you managed to get him, he’s very fun to play and he’s probably never leaving my team. Maybe at some point I’ll have to drop by to see your teapot, hm?

Boring can be nice sometimes. At least things are stable, and peaceful. And I’m glad you still have friends to do those things with. I’m really happy for you.

That song does definitely feel like it would suit our baby Scara, and agreed, nostalgia can be such a bitch.

You can read some stuff from me whenever you like, I believe there’s three new things or so (?) that are in the masterlist, if you want to go see. But no pressure, they’ll always be there whenever you decide to read them again.

Ti voglio bene, berry 🩵

[deffonotsimping]

Hiyaa~ okay soo..

I saw your first post with genshin impact tags and I found your blog kinda interesting on #venti smut but if your accepting to do request rn..

Can you do an au about the reader as an 5/4 star unit and they're shipped with an certain character (the character the reader requested for) (headcanons about the reader and the character's interaction that made them a lovely ship). (Pure Fluff because I don't really know what to think if its NSFW headcanons, but you can add NSFW hc if u prefer to ^^)

- side note : I know some of you guys don't really like the reader as an side playable character imagines being shipped cuz I have a really weird idea. (im not here fishing for compliments sorry.)

Anyways I also don't really know how Tumblr works so ur not alone 😔

OMFG I LOVE THAT ACTUALLY!! watch me work on that and that only for the next few weeks, this sounds amazing (kinda exaggerating, I'll do other stuff too but this idea.. 😳 yo.)

I'll definitely try to post more things regarding this since the reader would be more like an oc in this? kind of at least, it would be hard to make reader a character without giving them certain attributes like their vision, where they're from, ....

maybe I'll even make multiple "readers"?? so everyone has something they like? we'll see!!

for now, this is a work in progress and just some thoughts on how the headcanons could be like! this is nothing that'll 100%ly stay like this, I might change some things so be aware of that when reading! :)

so, in the honor of the new banner dropping I'll start this with our dear Arataki Itto and Gorou! (I love them)

content!! minor spoilers for Itto's story quest; spoilers for Gorou's hangout event; some spoilers for the archon quest; gn reader

-> Masterlist

Arataki Itto

Even if many people ship Itto with Kujou Sara or even Gorou, most of them enjoyed seeing him with you way more.

Like?? The way you lit up when the Traveler asked you if you knew Itto in his story quest?! Shippable. 100%ly shippable.

In the quest, or more so the beginning of the quest, the Traveler has to ask four people about an oni called "Arataki Itto", of course the players have already heard from him, seeing as his trailer got posted a while ago and how there were leakers literally everywhere.

However, even if you have already appeared briefly in Gorou's hangout event and in the archon quest, they didn't know much about you yet, so seeing you again was both surprising and amazing.

Most of the people had wanted you for a long time already and even if they didn't even know your vision yet (just some slight speculations), they didn't care anyway, you were cool and even without knowing anything other than that you're a close friend from Gorou and have been well acquainted with Itto, they wanted you.

Anyway, back to why exactly so many people started shipping you.

THE DIALOGUE!! HELLO??

"Oh, Traveler! You wish to know of Arataki Itto?" Your character took in a thinking pose. "I'm not sure if I can quite trust you with any kind of.. private information. Wouldn't want you go screaming around 'bout it, would we?" Your character laughed. "I'm kidding! He's a good friend of mine, I'm actually here to meet him again, I haven't seen him in a good while."

And that was literally it. Please shippers are so desperate these days, they got "Ittoder" (Itto x Reader) trending in only a few hours. They went wilder than when they heard Ayato's voice in the trailer, and that is saying something.

Later in the game though, you will have more interactions that fans fawn over, mayhaps you'd like to shoot me an ask and request some? ;)

Gorou

Now with this one, the shipping didn't start until at one point where you called him "good boy" for trying to make progress with dealing with yae miko in his hangout event.

Bro. The shippers went WILD. Fanfictions for you two, fanart, cosplay, you name it!

The way his tail started wagging behind his back during that scene had your fans in tears (me too. Gorou x Reader nation rise.)

In the hangout, one of the ending pictures even feature you in the background, kind of like a little easter egg since it's hard to actually see your form.

During the archon quest, you're next to Gorou when they approach the traveler after they had just fought Signora and when the raiden shogun tries to attack, his first reaction was to push you back slightly behind him with his arm.

You literally have fans squealing over you 24/7, every little crumb of content is celebrated with a feast. 🙏

And his voice line about you. don't. let. me. get. started.

"Oh.. them... ahem! They're an admirable fighter, It's good seeing them put their all into something..! I wish to always be able to fight alongside them, I just know they have my back just as I have theirs!"

Love is in the air. Trust me, once that voice line got leaked, people were flipping out.

"Someone be the Gorou main to my future Reader main <3" The amount of times you can see that exact same signature‼️

god, this was clearly Gorou favoritism OOPS??

well, I guess it happens, hm? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this?? I tried and it's been a while since I've last written anything so I'm fairly proud of this! :)

[drippingviolets3]

Tokomaru headcanons.

IMPORTANT A/N BEFORE YOU GET TO THE HEADCANONS.

I did not answer the ask for this request because I wanted to talk about something, and I don’t wish to call the asker out. But what I want to talk about is the rules actually.

Before y’all freak out no it’s not about Tokomaru. I love this ship, but it took me FOREVER to be able to answer the ask because of one reason: The requester has broken some of the rules before. It was one time don’t worry, but the thing is that still kind of hurt because it crossed my boundaries.

It took me months to want to write this because of what the requester did, but I can’t say it was a accident because the rules were there. They had requested before and so I thought they read over them, but it turns out I was wrong.

I don’t think I can stress this enough, the rules are there for a reason. They’re there to protect my boundaries and keep things in check, and it makes writing all the more harder for me. Again, I love Tokomaru, it’s one of my top ships, and yet it took me MONTHS to even answer this request because of ONE incident.

This is not to call the requester out, and if they read this and feel called out, I will revise this A/N because they have personally apologized to me and I accept it, and I am no longer upset with them. They’ve learned from their mistake and I know it, but I just wanted to use this incident as a learning experience for any future requesters.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, please enjoy the headcanons.

The headcanons.

•Komaru has to coax Toko to take baths

•The girl is so stinky it makes Komaru’s eyes burn

•Mayhaps she convinces her by offering to bathe with her 👉👈

•Komaru has replaced Byakuya in Toko’s fantasies since they’ve started dating so this works for her 100%

•Toko starts writing wlw in her books since dating Komaru! Her fans love the representation

•She gets a lot of hate for it though, but she ever so elegantly tells the homophobes to f*ck off in turn

•Makoto worries for Komaru, and while he trusts Toko it’s just brotherly instincts for him to worry

•This earns a bit of yelling from Toko

•Whenever Syo switches in her first thought is just “where’s Komaru”

•And then she immediately ditches whatever she was doing to go find her

•She has absolutely broken into Komaru’s room before for something stupid. Probably to show her a frog she found or something.

•Toko is very shy about the relationship in public, especially if they’re approached by one of those super loud and public supporters

•Komaru = Anxiety shield

•Komaru is clueless in the relationship and is just trying to treat Toko like she usually did, but something more

•Toko however tries to be more romantic.

•She’s aware she can’t cook well so candlelit dinners are out of the question, so she tries to write poems instead.

•Only to throw them away because she hates them

•And then Komaru finds them and reads them

•Toko then proceeds to pass out and Syo comes out to read the poems instead, and the cycle continues.

•Byakuya is forever in Komaru’s debt for getting Toko off his back

•Komaru just flips him the bird since she hates him for how he treated her girlfriend

•Toko protection squad where you at-

•Syo is super affectionate, even in public, and probably talks in baby talk to Komaru. Might even pinch her cheeks

[novantinuum]

On the corrupted!Steven theory...

So, originally when I mused on this yesterday I was just playing around with random possibilities.

After combing the series for info about corruption, though, I’m mildly spooked at the increased potential for this to... perhaps be a thing? I’m not saying that this is what I for sure believe will happen- to be honest, I’m not even sure Crewniverse would go this direction at all- but just for funsies, let’s see what kind of “evidence” or “foreshadowing” exists that might support this potential story path in the context of canon.

(EDIT: 10/7/19 

I honestly no longer think this creature is a worm at all whatsoever, it’s either more akin to a horned caterpillar or potentially has limbs. Either way we can see so little right now that it’s hard to tell. I’m not editing the rest of this post because I want it to exist in its original form- but do keep this in mind reading the rest! XP)

1) The design of this worm creature.

Let’s start simple. Let’s start tangible. 

For future reference and simplicity, I will be henceforth be referring to this creature as... “Wormy Boi.”

So, let’s see what we’ve got here. I’m definitely not the first person to point out this fella’s pink nature, and the jarringly human-like nose they’ve got. (Compared to other corruptions, which have had distinctly non-humanoid features.) In the photo above, we also have Wormy Boi sporting glowing pink eyes, which then send out a flare of pink light/energy. So, seemingly a powerful entity.

If you watch the short segment before they sit upright, you’ll see that Wormy Boi is super, super big. They’re in the background, but BOY do they loom. The shadows cast upon them especially push that sense of size. They’ve also got a whole bunch of spikes on their back and framing their face.

So, then. What evidence could be made for this being a corrupted!Steven, as opposed to some other run-of-the-mill monster?

Steven Universe Future is a limited series, described as ‘tying up loose ends.” To me, as a viewer, it would make far more sense for the antagonists/conflicts to deal with big concepts that have already been established since there’s such a limited amount of time we have left with this world. Introducing a completely alien species in the last act of the show would feel offbeat from both a writing and a viewing perspective. Corruption- on the other hand- is something we don’t have full answers to yet.

We don’t see any gem, yes- but Steven’s gem is- of course- on his belly. If this theory were to be true, that would translate to the gem being on Wormy Boi’s underside, far out of our sight in this shot, due to how massive they are. As an addition to this, not showing the gem gives an air of mystery to this creature’s true nature- which makes it seem like there’s something surprising to discover here.

A corrupted diamond would surely be MASSIVE. Also, very powerful. The beam of pink light hints at Wormy Boi being quite a powerhouse.

The spikes on Wormy Boi’s back and around their face highly resemble rose thorns. We all know how much the Crewniverse loves their rose symbolism, and design wise, this aspect would make a lot of visual sense for a corrupted Steven. Running off of that:

The face/nose shape and the five horns on this creature’s head give off a very Steven-like silhouette. 

The nose, of course. The face has a very Steven-like shape to it, overall- although noticeably more angular and sharp. The mouth is reminiscent of the Watermelon Stevens’ mouths. And as for the horns, there’s five of them positioned equidistant around their face, just as Steven’s hair is always formed from five lil’ bumps at the same positions.

Okay, moving on.

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2) We do not yet understand the true nature of corruption.

“I guess it’ll take more than a kiss to heal damage from the Diamonds…” -Pearl, Monster Reunion

Corruption is still- bafflingly- a huge mystery. The Gems we’ve watched the CGs bubble since season one have been healed, yes, but there are still many gaps in our understanding of it. With Steven Universe Future’s promise to address some lingering story threads, it would make sense if corruption was on the plate for further discussion. So, what DO we know?

We know it’s something the Diamonds can do. Interestingly, it doesn’t seem to require all four diamonds. Three of them together were able to cause all the damage to Earth. There’s also no statement made that more than one Diamond is required to cause effects like that. 

In Legs From Here to Homeworld, Blue and Yellow Diamond weren’t actually aware the corruption was something they were capable of producing. They seemed to assume they obliterated the Gems on Earth. Corruption is then, even a mystery to them. That’s... odd, isn’t it?

Pearl states that it’s “something nearly impossible to describe.” Garnet goes further to say... “It’s sorta like... if MC Bear-Bear didn’t tear the fabric of his arm, but the fabric of his mind.”

"A sound… A song?” There’s a lot of association between corruption and music.

It causes Gems to lose touch with their usual forms, instead warping into a more outwardly "monstrous” version of themselves that appear to be “just a bundle of fight-or-flight reflexes and survival instincts.” As seen by Centipeetle in Monster Buddy and Monster Reunion, it appears as if corrupted Gems try to regenerate with their original forms if unbubbled, but are simply not in a state where they can maintain that.

As seen with Jasper in Earthlings, extreme emotional distress very much seems to speed up corruption’s effects. This is less of a stated fact and more of my read on that episode, but I believe it to be an important tidbit, especially since Garnet states that corruption’s damage is mental rather than physical, at least at its core. This can also be seen in Monster Reunion with how Centipeetle’s partial healing backfires when she remembers the trauma of being corrupted and reacts strongly.

Now, when it comes to healing corruption, Steven tries to heal Centipeetle himself, and does make some nice progress... helping her regain a hold on herself as he treats her with love and compassion and understanding... but it’s ultimately not a healing that can occur in isolation, helping her on his own. She needs more support before she can heal from this corruption to a state where she can truly be herself again.

And that eventually comes in the form of the other Diamonds. So, all four diamonds can help relieve the corruption if they help these Gems all together. 

3) How could this theory potentially fit into the story anyways, you nutter?

Well, here’s the part of this post where I make some broad conjectures. I honestly am shooting fish into a barrel here because again- we know barely anything about how corruption actually happened initially, and my thoughts are very jumbled. Please forgive me.

"I don’t really know how the corruption works. It’s like they’re sick. They don’t remember who they used to be.” -Steven, Gem Hunt

So, corruption seems to be a mental ailment of Gemkind, turned manifest. It also seems to have a deep connection to a Gem’s emotions, with Centipeetle growing smaller and slightly calmer upon feeling more secure in Steven’s presence, and corruption speeding up as Jasper grew more and more emotionally overwrought and self-deriding about herself. 

When it comes to the Diamonds and how they perhaps caused it originally- without fully realizing- we know that at least Blue and White have abilities focused on causing others to act in certain ways. Blue has sway over one’s emotions, and White has a knack for forcing her thoughts and self upon others. (I’m not sure how Yellow’s ability would play in here.) Mayhaps, mixed with their grief and guilt and anger, their power simply pressed all of that hurt emotion onto all the Gems on Earth in one whole fail swoop...? Tearing their minds in the process of it all?

The question I still have, though- is whether a single diamond could produce effects like this. And whether a diamond could turn that ability on themself.

Could Steven accidentally corrupt himself? Why might that happen?

Well, let’s look at our boy here. 

He’s got a wide circle of support at this time in canon, but notably, he’s notorious for bottling up his emotion and not letting others in to help him- instead dropping everything to help them with their problems. Just to name a few examples (a few):

The Test. He feels betrayed and hurt at the Gems for a moment about the way they’re babying him with the rigged test, but instead of admitting the hurt he feels about the scenario, bottles that up to help them feel more like good guardians.

Joy Ride. He opens up to the Cool Kids about deep, incredibly troubling stuff that’s long been on his mind, but he’s never once talked about it with his family.

Mindful Education. The perils of bottling one’s emotions is literally the whole plot of the episode. The kid has a full out sobbing breakdown while he’s plunging to his death. Connie gets through to him a little here, but later episodes show that the resolution we see here is merely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Steven’s internal issues. 

Storm in the Room. Externally, Steven tries so hard to put on a guise of content and positivity, but once alone in Rose’s room feels safe enough to let the full brunt of his emotional trauma come out in an almost explosive manner. Geeze, get this kid some hugs. 

Gemcation. Steven actually fails bitterly on putting on his customary smile in this episode, simply because the weight of his problems have become such an impossible burden to him. When the other Gems are trying to help him open up, he isn’t immediately responsive to their efforts. 

What’s Your Problem? Amethyst spends the whole episode trying to cheer Steven up and find out how he’s doing, and instead Steven downplays his own feelings on the matter and ends up helping her sort out her own emotional issues.

So to sum: Many an Emotional Issue, a chronic tendency to avoid outwardly addressing said issues in favor of helping everyone else instead... and to avoid accepting other people’s help.

Even if he’s surrounded by all these people who love him, the fact of the matter is that Steven still feels as if he has to face his own inner demons alone.

Now, let’s look at the lil’ teasing synopsis that was given for Steven Universe Future:

“After saving the universe, Steven is still at it, tying up every loose end. But as he runs out of other people’s problems to solve, he’ll finally have to face his own.”

Blatantly sounds like we’re gonna finally get some addressing of Steven’s emotional state, now doesn’t it?

4) A concept on what could, theoretically happen

“Maybe… it IS a guy in a monster costume. I don’t mean literally, silly! What I mean is... there might be a conscious Gem still inside there, somewhere. What if the monster is turning back and forth into its original form? If it is, it might not be as corrupted as we think! There might still be a chance to save it!” -Steven, Gem Hunt

Suppose Steven- by some as-of-yet unknown means- ends up accidentally corrupting himself. His sorry emotional state only further amplifies the effects of this corruption, and makes it really hard to retain control. Wormy Boi as a form could be like... all his inner demons made manifest, a metaphoric mirror into his current mental state. But- as he is half-human- he’s not entirely unaware of what’s happening. Perhaps... as the quote above could be sneaky foreshadowing for... how he’s turning back and forth between this corrupted form and his normal form. 

He likely wouldn’t want everyone to see him like this, doesn’t want everyone to visibly know the sheer depth of how much he’s hurting. But just like the corrupted Gems were only able to be helped in community, with the support of the CGs and the Diamonds in preparing the fountain, Steven can’t fix this on his own. 

He can no longer face the dark alone.

At some point, everyone has to take a brave step. Reach out. Accept help. 

Steven’s helped so many people, and surely he deserves that same love and care in return, too.

And perhaps, when he’s eventually healed from this- and has gotten the opportunity to be open with his family and friends about the hurt he’s facing- he’ll be left with “corruption scars” as well. I think it’s an important thing to address, that no one goes through experiences like these without lingering effects. Stuff stays with you. Healing is not always linear. But life is a continuous journey, and with the support of people who love you surrounding, you too can make a change... can continue to live to the fullest at every moment possible.

I think the above would be a lovely moral for Steven Universe to tackle in its last run of episodes, no matter how they approach it- daft corruption theory or not.

Now, in the end- a reiteration. This is just a wild theory. I’m not trying to be any authoritative voice saying that this is for sure what will happen, because in reality I have no idea what Crewniverse is cooking. However, I do think it’s fun speculation, and I am kinda spooked at how well things fit. 

Whatever happens, I’m sure it will make me weep like a baby, though. Hoh boy. Grant me sanity in these coming months as we wait for answers.

[lorelexi]

hi !! I fucking adore your writing style and your work!! hope you're having a great week, and that you're drinking plenty of water and stretching regularly!

can I request tamaki, shinsou, hawks and bakugo (and if you can,, sneak in a lil Todoroki or Deku or Kiri or Mirio 👉👈 completely up to you though !! Don't want to overwhelm you !!) having a massive crush on a fem s/o who is popular with guys and especially girls because she sings and plays guitar and has short hair ?? Think Sailor Uranus in terms of looks— but she is completely oblivious about her appeal

bonus if she is a flirt w/o realizing it, she's just trying to be nice and concerned why you're so red, are you sick, here let me check your temperature 🖤

A/N: vibes!!! I f with this idea, thank you so much for requesting!! I’m really glad that you like my writing style! I’ll do my best to drink all my water and stretch I promise!

I decided to go with some headcanons for this idea since it would allow me to write a bit more!

I’m also not writing for any of the pro heroes atm but fret not, I threw in a few other boys to compensate. I hope you enjoy, my love!

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Bakugou

• this dude,,, was really not expecting to fall for you

• but here he is anyways whoops

• he doesn’t actually even realize how popular you are at first 

• not until one day when he’s walking around the campus after school and sees a big group of girls and he’s like,, the fuck???

• then he thinks he hears your name and he’s even more “????”

• won’t admit that he was being nosy but he totally was when he conveniently started walking in that direction even though that wasn't where he was originally planning to go but whatever

• so he sees you in the middle of the crowd holding a guitar and he’s like :0

• you start to sing and this dude thinks he might combust i swear his ears are so red and he zooms out of there before you can notice him and bring it up

• fr tho he did NOT realize how popular you were

• first with all the girls and then after that he started to become more aware of all the boys you were attracting like hello??

• he gets kind of sick of it eventually, esp when you're hanging out with him and people keep interrupting to talk to you

• in this case, he will simply have to ask you out 

• it's the only way😘

Shinsou

•my dudeeeee

• he knows that you’re wanted

• it makes him want you more 😈

• fr tho he sees why everyone likes you and he’s not shy about talking about it

• 100% does it on purpose and will be like “heyyyyy y/n, you should play a song for us.”

• you’re still oblivious though, so you’re like okay!!🤩

•*a crowd immediately flocks toward you*

• you guys both out here flirting with each other all day long

• you may not realize what you yourself are doing or even processing exactly what shinsou mans by the words coming out of his mouth

• but shinsou does

• needless to say, after some time shinsou kind of breaks and confesses and youre like ??

• “y/n I’ve been shamelessly flirting with you for months now”

• “ I thought you were just being nice?”

• he really can’t even be upset about it

• especially not after you tell him you like him back

• boy is screaming inside

Amajiki

• he's definitely one of the boys who gets all curious and tries to see you but then gets pushed out of the way by some other guys >:(

• excuse me!!! There is a baby here !!watch where u are going!!😠

• you end up seeing him in the crowd all squished and looking uncomfortable so you get up from your seat, your guitar slung around to the side and reach out to him

• there is not one person in that 20 ft radius who wasn't jealous of tamaki in that moment

• he legit gets SO red

•  you're worried it was from being in the crowd and you start to dote over him which makes him even MORE red and well

• you may have to be the one to confess this time around bc it’ll probs be a long time before tamaki can muster up the courage to do it himself

• you confess honestly thinking you’re gonna rejected (which like even if you did,, girl you have so many people lined up who would be 110% willing to take you out) but then tamaki says he feels the same🥺

• you're like “you do??”

• as if this boy doesn't get flustered at even just the sight of you fhfdhfj

• the power you hold

• he nods a lil, playing with his fingers and you just smile real big and ask if you can give him a hug and just-

• agh my heart can’t handle the cuteness!

Midoriya

• the most flustered of them all! 🥰

• we all know this boy has his heart focused on becoming a hero but he just can't help falling for you!!

• you’re just so kind and likeable, and so so so pretty and he just loves your short hair so much fhfabfdhjh

• will physically and mentally malfunction around you

• he knows how popular you are and how much attention you attract from everyone so he always is making sure that he’s never making you uncomfortable or being too overbearing when he wants to hang out with you

• you appreciate it a lot but since you don’t realize that he has a big fat crush on you’re always really lively and willing to hang out with him and it flusters him so much

• you two are probably hanging out one day and you play him a song on your guitar while you rest your head on his shoulder and he’s melting,,, his face is so red

• you look up and ask if he’s okay and he does that lil thing where he waves his hands around and over his head trying to assure you that he’s fine without giving himself away

• your obliviousness to his feelings are a blessing and a curse

• poor boy😪

• it’s ok tho bc when yall finally sort that out you're the cutest couple and deku definitely gets a rush of pride knowing he’s dating a goddess who everyone adores😌

Kirishima

• this boy!!

• he thinks it’s so cool how much everyone likes you and he loves to hear you sing and play guitar🥺

• literally has zero shame he will compliment you all the time

• even though he has a big crush on you but he doesn’t do it in a way that is overly flirtatious or in a way that would make you uncomfortable!

• making someone uncomfortable just isn’t manly, yknow!?

• you definitely turn all of his compliments around on him

• not in a mean way! Just like in a  “no you❤“ kind of way

• bc you also like Kiri and you don’t really see how someone as great as him can just compliment you so easily so you always make sure to return the favor because you’re nice like that😌

• jokes on kiri though because while he sounds endearing when he compliments you, you unknowingly just sound so flirty and this boy has to try so hard to suppress the blush that’s rising up the back of his neck

• omg omg one day you offer to teach him a few guitar chords and it’s so cute!!!

• “ah no hehe, it’s like this Kiri!” you say as you move his fingers to strum the right guitar strings

• Kirishima rubs the back of his neck with his hand “ah I just can’t seem to get it right, you’re just way too good at this!”

• 10/10 very sweet

• mayhaps you confess with a song 👉👈

• and while it’s so cheesy I think that Kirishima would actually really like that hehe

• you end up dating and everyone is very jealous of kiri but yall are too cute so really how mad can they be

[rainforestseed]

um. i spent far too long on a post abowt jj being neurodiverse.

warning~ ableism ~ableist words mentioned~brief mentions of child abuse and violence...idk  .  this is just what i thunk n i wanna share. i ve been waiting for someone to talk about this so im just gonna go for it  .. im gonna  put it under  read cause its a bit long 

the scene before midsummers, with jj in his room freaking owt ~ he’s having a sensory meltdown. jj is trapped in this scene. he wouldn’t have been allowed to leave in his situation, luke wouldve likely hurt him again if he tried so locking himself in his bedroom was his safest option. But on top of his face likely throbbing with pain and feeling very scared, there was music playing loudly from downstairs and luke screaming over top of it. JJ was responding the same as i do when i have meltdowns from sensory overloads. Pacing, growling, panicking, screaming, pushing his hands into his ears to reduce sensory input while rubbing  pressure into the back of his head, throwing things, kicking, self injurious behaviour.

i do all of these things during a meltdown. I often also spin, convulse, press into my eye sockets, punch my self in the face and throw my head against walls. I have no control over it and this scene hit close to home. JJ’s not only angry and hurt and scared here. he is completely unable to sort through and process his sensory input and the intensity of his feelings and emotions. Afterwards when he is leaving his bedroom luke is passed owt on the couch which shows quite a bit of time has passed and it’s quiet. JJ is still hunched over in his room recovering, crying, hypersensitive, exhausted and terrified.

i’ve seen a lot of descriptions of jj being short fuzed, ill tempered, hot headed,   reckless, aggressive, impulsive, volatile. He’s also called ableist words like idiot, crazy,  psycho, maniac, dumbass by all the characters. baby blue is just neurodivergent. he experiences feelings and emotions and sensations a lot differently from his friends, which is why he is often misunderstood and his thoughts and ideas and emotions are sometimes dismissed.

JJ had trouble reading the compass in episode 2. When he reads it he says “Reddle - Rout. No i think that’s an A” When Kie reads redfield without a beat JJ frowns a lil bit and just says “right” Rudy is dyslexic so mayhaps there is a connection :‐)

JJ becomes visibly distressed to loud sudden sounds, and when people raise their voice at or around him he doesn’t like it. When jjs friends are arguing around him he becomes incredibly distressed, like pacing..unable to look at what’s happening, grinding his teeth distressed. JJs friends are the only stability he has. So when there is tension between any of them or any threat to his family becoming less stable or falling apart or changing, he doesn’t like it. The panic and fear from sudden loud sounds might have to do with ptsd from being a victim of child abuse as well from having to watch his n his friends backs from getting hurt by kooks growing up .

 JJ tactile stims. non stop.  my stimming is different from jjs but also similar, im gonna try my best to understand his.

JJs rarely able to sit still and continuously seeks touch of some kind. He uses self stimulatory behaviours that help him focus when he’s thinking n listening and when he’s talking and to regulate his emotions when he’s feeling them intensely. JJ is the most physically affectionate character by far. He likes touching things and touching his friends.

JJ always has something in his hands. Usually his lighter, he plays with it, almost constantly, in a lot of different ways. Sometimes he flicks it open and closed, rolls it between his fingers, most of the time he’s just holding it maybe for the weight of it and the texture and temperature of the metal

When he doesn’t have anything to touch he shoves his hands inside his pockets and chews the inside of his mouth a lot and grinds his teeth together. I think he was chewing his nails in the hammock

He stims by bouncing his knees repetitively and by taking his hat off to run his fingers along n avert his gaze when he’s anxious . 

he plays with knives and hacky sacks, stones and sticks, touches his rings, even holding his gun could be a thing. 99 percent of time jj has his gun he is just holding it and stroking it lol    

everyone stims. but yeh jj also experiences sensory overloads, meltdowns, has difficulty with reading, impulsive behaviour, n emotional dysregulation whilst stimming constantly for an entire season 

i wanna talk abowt this for a minute. cuz i always have this weird feeling when i relate to a character n end up  loving them n then i think i  put my stuff on them...like ahh yes i am this so they are this too. symptoms of neurodevelopmental disorders like asd, adhd, sensory processing disorder and dyslexia can overlap. this ocean angel is neurodiverse and it makes me feel incredibly ~h a p p y!~   Also makes sense why he relies on weed more than any of his friends. other than him just knowing it works for him n makes him feel better, it’s probable he isn’t quite aware of the extent he is self medicating his negative symptoms.

[mikeshanlon]

what do you think are the other ggreboot characters zodiacs?

okay so just gonna like ramble about some placements i think they might have and disclaimer i am no expert or necessarily Fixed in these possible placements. also every sign has good and bad and manifests itself in diff ways so if u dont love the placements i chose sorry babes bladididahhh okay continuing

julien: def think she is a gemini, i think she def gives mutable/gemini sign vibes both in how sometimes she will be a lot more calculated and "bitchy" and then be a lot softer (not saying geminis are two faced but multifaceted), and in how she wants to grow over the course of the season and become more authentic. especially with how geminis are curious and want to see how the world works and question things, the more she explore the more she understands herself. geminis are also super fun and magnetic which i think fits her vibe. plus i think she is definitely a good communicator, even tho i think her speech in 1.04 was.... something... she was able to pull it out on the spot and be well spoken and convince the party goers, so very good with her communication imo. leo rising, bc u kno Magnetic Grand Influencer. always aware of how shes percieved. can be rash, but like, she's fun, shes got a warm heart.

zoya: zoya is canonically a libra (october 22). i think that fits in a lot of aspects, she definitely embodies the traits of libra that are very concerned with justice, and i do think she is diplomatic/logical (her knowing whats important to her and not as caught up in the world of reputation as the others), tho less of a... pushover/peacekeeper as aki is. also her love of the arts in reading/plays. def think she probably has aquarius placements given again the sense of justice but also her being more outspoken/rebellious/unpredictable... aqua mars maybe? could be a cancer moon, for the idea of nostalgia/past, wanting home and security, hating superficiality.

aki: obviously i have not shut up abt him being a libra sun. i just know it in my bones its the introverted libra blueprint the peacekeeping the innocent nature the love of art (film in his case) his magnetic lover pretty boy energy, a pretty defined Aesthetic. diplomatic, always looking at things through logic. libra mercury as well for similar reasons, diplomatic and reserved with his words, objective, tries to make everyone happy even at his own expense (hello forgiving/apologizing to audrey and max for all the shit they did lmao). i think he has a pisces moon because i do think he's sensitive and cares deeply and quite dreamy in his own head but not going to be maybe as reactive as a cancer/scorpio moon. they are a lil weird they can kind of be a pushover/doormat, its the vibes. aquarius rising bc he does have the Mysterious Aloof vibes esp if you don't know him, a loner, a bit weird, abstract outlook, nervous. mayhappssss pisces mars bc its again like p romantic and sensitive but they can be kinda hard to pin down and less agressive but i havent Nailed down a venus/mars yet.

audrey: taurus sun i think. i love the idea that two of the sides of their love triangle are represented by venus and i think it fits with them-- both find love very important and have love for each other, but it doesnt really work romantically bc of their diff styles (like personally as a libra loveee them as friends idk if i could really be in a relationship tho). taurus is fixed and resistant to change bc its what they know, ie, her not wanting to move at all. interesting in aesthetics, being classy, etc. wont hold back her judgement (also guessing she has some fire in her bc of how much she lashes out. mayhaps aries or leo). loyal, at least to julien and the idea of friendship and partnership lmao. wants a loyal partner who stays by her side no matter what. also her love of reading and cooking and domesticity is very taurean. this may be bc of her big eyes but i feel like she has a water rising, i think scorpio rising fits best, she can be quite intimidating, she wants privacy, determined, she wants a reliable partner again. can be impatient.

max: leo sun-- im sorry maybe too obvious LMAO but he's just like very charming, confident, wants fun, dramatic af, loves an indulgent moment, wants people to want him. but also i think very warm and nice to his friends when they need it, like going out with julien, or in softer moments like helping audrey with her mom and cooking breakfast for her and aki. leos are also quite funny which i think max is. he's mischevious, he wants vibrance. i also think leo/taurus and leo/libra compatibility make sense for the love triangle lmao. aries moon, likes confrontation, likes drama, want what they want (and often, they have lots of diff crushes) and will go after it. impulsive. want instant gratifcation, to live life charging ahead and in the moment. don't understand skirting around emotions. i think gemini or sag in mars, because of the freedom/independent aspects, fun, and also the sexuality of the mars signs.

monet: capricorn sun and mercury, she knows what she wants, she wants success and power, and shes going to figure out the most effecient way to get there, no matter what. shes going to protect what she cares about most, shes not gonna deal with the bullshit, a bit of a hater of everything. wealth, oppulence. DEFINITELY has a strong scorpio placement / mars energy--probably scorpio mars as at least one placement: ready for war, secretive, observant, calculating. i think maybe aries rising, direct action, competitive, want to lead, blunt and brusque, quick to drop if its not working, with scorpio and cap placements that drive and aggression to be on top increases.

luna: i think she's a virgo sun, she's calculating/discerning, shes a bit judgy, she has rules and order and you're going to fucking follow them! she's observant, able to figure out things like monet's betrayal. def think shes a libra rising, she is so etheral and magnetic, social. while i dont think her libra manifests in a super diplomat way like zoya or aki, i do think she does try to compromise and find balance in certain areas, like going along with the zoya and julien sister narrative and making it work even though she didnt rlly want to. also the style aspect of her character is v libra rising. leo mercury, she's dramatic and fun and has an ego and some u kno.. scathing shit to say lmao.

obie: okay im sorry he is such a fucking toxic pisces male. projecting fantasies onto ppl and then getting upset when they dont fulfill that? yup! mutable as fuck, never really taking a stand in activism, family, love. wanting to be a martyr. staying in situations he doesnt think will work out bc he wants them to--like waiting until he had an excuse to leave julien, or thinking that maybe things werent good with zoya but holding on. hates when ppl critique him. maybe venus in libra bc very idealistic about what he wants in a relationship and wants things done a certain way or else hes like wtf. idc abt his other placements lmfao

[consumedkings-archive]

mayhaps 4. “You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?” for john/elliot?

BABES I AM. SO SORRY that this has taken so long but i am really pleased that i finally hit a stride with it and how it came out!! i hope you enjoy this absolute tooth-rotting fluff piece. i’ve been having a rough few days so it was so nice to get the chance to just write something sugary-sweet for once. (❁´◡`❁)

v. we can change or part ways ✤ pre-cult au

john/elliot + “you’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”, or: john picks a fight with isolde and immediately loses. hints of joseph/isolde mentioned very briefly. sort of a  sequel to this oneshot!

word count: 2.3k of pure fluff. also, some john bullying.

warnings: does john being an idiot count?

“This is a stupid game.”

It’s eleven o’clock on Christmas Eve, Elliot is snowed in at the Seed Ranch, and Isolde and John won’t stop arguing.

It’s almost enough to make it all worthwhile; the fact that they’re trapped, or that Elliot didn’t even want to come to this family dinner because she hasn’t forgotten about John impulsively asked her to marry him and her kicking him out of her apartment shortly thereafter, or that Jacob keeps looking at her from across the living room like, so uh, this is the one, huh?

“It’s not stupid,” John defends. “It will prove the superiority of Elliot and I over you and Joseph as a couple, and I think that’s not stupid at all.”

“It is,” Isolde replies flatly, “because any couple that has me in it is far superior over any couple that has you in it. No offense, Elliot.”

“None taken.”

“Offense is definitely taken,” John interjects.

“My point is that it could be Elliot and I versus you and Joseph, and I would still win, because anyone with two eyeballs probably knows Elliot better than you know her.”

“Then there’s no reason why you shouldn’t want to play!” John snaps, and then he looks at Elliot. Something in his expression shifts—something that Ell can’t quite read, and she thinks it might be because they haven’t even really made up yet from their last argument but have sort of been forced to play nice in close proximity.

And then his expression clears, and he flashes his teeth at her in that crooked smile, and he says, “You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

Elliot stifles a sigh. The idea of the game is simple enough—a couple stands back to back, is asked a series of questions about who-is-more-likely-to-whatever, the person who thinks they are drinks. And so on, and so forth. It sounds like a quick way for Elliot to get pissed at John, and also get piss drunk—there’s like, five rules about making them both drink—but he looks so earnest and—

And, well. He’s been trying. And that has to count for something, doesn’t it?

“Yeah,” she relents at last, “I will. If you stop fucking whining.”

“See?” John says, looking at Isolde pointedly, needling, and she groans.

“Can’t wait to watch you get drunk off your ass because you can’t get on the same page as your girlfriend to save your life.”

John rolls his eyes, almost so hard that Elliot can hear it more than she can see it, but he reaches out and snags her hand to haul her off of the couch. Isolde is prompt in producing two glasses full of alcohol—champagne, if Ell knows Isolde at all, and by now she does—and they stand, back to back, in the center of the living room.

Elliot says, “This is stupid,” with a withering sound, and John reaches behind him and gives her hip a squeeze. She still hasn’t forgiven him for his impromptu proposal, and yet he’s finding himself awful comfortable acting like everything is completely fine.

“Don’t be a poor sport, hellcat, you already agreed.”

She cranes her neck to shoot him a dirty look, with half a mind to tell him that she’d like to instead dissect everything he’d once done to piss her off rather than play this stupid fucking game, but her thoughts are quickly interrupted by Isolde settling onto the couch next to Jacob, looking quite pleased with herself.

Probably because she’d wriggled out of having to play a drinking game.

The first few questions are easy; softballs lobbed in their direction to get them to more relaxed. Things like, who’s more likely to get injured doing something stupid (Elliot), or have an embarrassing tattoo (John), or sell all of their belongings and move to Tibet (in which neither of them drinks, so then the rules are that they both must drink). In hindsight, Elliot thinks that Isolde is sending these easy ones on purpose, just ramping up for something better, grittier.

Halfway through, Joseph brings her a glass of wine just as the questions shift a little; who’s more likely to forget the name of someone they hooked up with (John), and date two people at once (John), and go home with someone they just met. The last one, they both drink, thanks to their most fortuitous first meeting in the club, and because they both drink they must then both drink again.

“These questions feel a little pointed,” John snips out eventually, when he’s drank six or seven times in a row, and Elliot can see Jacob grinning at them from the corner of her eyes. She’s pleasantly warm, but certainly nothing close to how toasty she’s sure that John is—how he must be after heartily drinking expensive, highly alcoholic champagne.

“They’re just fun questions, John. Aren’t you always talking about how you’re the fun one?” Isolde asks playfully. Elliot swallows back a laugh—it would be cruel, of course, to laugh at John’s expense—but she can’t help it. He’s put himself into corners too easily. “Who’s more likely to have the highest number?”

“Oooof?” John prompts irritably. “Candles? Chris—Christmas ornaments? Dog hairs on their clothes?” All things that he knows Elliot would beat him in and thus, have to drink for.

“Bedwarmers,” Elliot says, at the same time as Isolde does, and now she can’t help but laugh at the sound that comes out of John; long, and suffering, and fully aware that had he not insinuated that he is superior to Isolde in any way, she would not be specifically targeting him.

He drinks. Jacob asks, “More likely to hit someone with their car?” And she can feel John’s shoulders sag in relief, because she drinks dutifully.

“Thanks, Jake,” John murmurs, his words slurring a little now after enduring an onslaught of pointed questions. Elliot sees Joseph lean towards Isolde, murmuring something into her hair.

“Joseph says I have to stop torturing you,” Isolde announces, resulting in another breath of relief.

“I only suggested perhaps John has reached his limit,” Joseph admonishes. “You enjoy twisting the blade, a little.”

“You’re right, that is very sexy of me.”

John finishes whatever’s left in his cup—which can’t be much and then sets it on the table, nearly taking a headfirst dive over to the other side, and Elliot steadies him and sets her own glass aside.

“Easy, Slick.”

“Unfair,” is what John whines at her in response. “Isolde likes—she—you better.”

Looking awfully smug, Isolde suggests, “Should probably get that one to bed, Elliot, it doesn’t look like he’s gonna make it much longer.”

She stifles a sigh. The last thing that she really wants is to spend Christmas Eve with John completely, absolutely shit-faced; though considering that she’s so much more of a light-weight than he is, it is nice to have there be that kind of disparity for once. Let John be faced with his crippling vulnerability that he’d can’t laugh off because he’s so toasted.

By the time Elliot gets him up the stairs and into his bed, John has moaned and groaned his way through seven different thoughts. He settles against the pillows and lets out a breath, eyes closing.

“Gonna be stuck here,” he says after a minute. “For a few days. ‘Cause—the snow.”

“I know,” Elliot replies, perched on the edge of the bed. And then: "Fuck, I hate this," the alcohol in her system making her painfully unable to filter herself. At her words, John laughs, sitting up and sliding his arms around her waist so that he can look at her at her.

Drenched in dimly-filtered moonlight, all sharp elegant lines and eyes so blue she thinks they might swallow her up—he’s infuriating. Infuriating. So handsome, and also somehow smart and dumb at the same time. The idea that John wants to marry her is incredibly absurd, not only because of their track record but—

"Do you remember," John begins, fanning out the blanket across their laps, "that storm? A few months back? Took out your, uh....?"

“Power?”

“Yeah, that.”

She does. Elliot hates the dark, and with the power out that meant all of the small little lights she'd spread throughout her house didn't work. "Yes. It was awful."

"I remember it fondly," he continues in that still-warm lilt of being inebriated. He settles more comfortably in his spot and thumbs the slope of her hip, easy and affectionate.

“That tracks. We tend to have different views on how things go.”

He narrows his eyes, but the gesture is playful; he seems to be in a better mood than before, the tension between them less aggressive, waning and waxing the way it likes to do. John will contest it to his death, but she thinks that maybe he had intended for them to be equally as inebriated, not one more than the other, when he suggested the game before.

“It was awful,” John concedes, “but also—good. A moment in time can be many things. Should I state my case?”

Elliot groans. She’s drunk, and he’s more drunk but also a lawyer, and there is no way she can out-talk him anyway. Not in a million years. “John, you know I can’t out-argue you.”

“Maybe you’ll end up agreeing.” The brunette shifts again, reaching out and taking her hand. He does it very easily, like the argument doesn’t exist, like she hadn’t told him to fuck off and kicked him out of her apartment those nights ago. “Consider this: you’re me.”

“Hate it.”

“You’re me, and you’ve been dating this girl,” John continues ceaselessly, winding their fingers together. “That you really like, and you keep—messing it up, but this is the first date since the last time that you messed up, and the power goes out.”

Elliot grimaces. Even like this, even with John leaning in so that there isn’t a lot of space between them, telling her the story like it was the greatest thing in the world—all she can remember from that moment in time is the panic.

“And she’s really pissed off,” he adds, for flavor. “So you light every single candle you can dig out of her cupboard, because if you don’t you think she might actually come unglued from hitting her berserk button so much. And when she finally calms down, she ends up falling asleep right against you, and just before she’s really asleep for good she says that she loves you.”

Oh, Elliot thinks, her chest tightening painfully. She doesn’t remember that. The adrenaline crash, sure, burying her face into John’s neck and smelling his cologne as she fell asleep; but that does sound like something half-asleep Elliot would say, the traitorous bitch.

“Stupid,” she murmurs after a moment, when she thinks she’s recovered. Her words elicit from John a half-cocked grin as he’s leaned in, studying her. “That you remember that.”

“I remember everything,” John replies, his voice pitching low, “about you, Ell.”

Bad. This is bad, a mistake. It’s cozy under a blanket, away from the bustle of his siblings, knowing how much it’s storming and snowing outside, and she keeps thinking about how he kissed her in her apartment that night he’d tried to sneak the proposal in—like he wanted more, like he wanted to kiss her more than that, but he was trying to behave.

He was trying.

“I can’t,” Elliot manages out, soft. “John, I can’t—this—back and forth, and—”

“I don’t want to either,” John insists. “I want you, Ell, I mean it—I meant it then, and now, and I’m sorry that I thought a ring would fix it. Or, not even fix it, just that I thought—”

Her chest feels tight, and hot, and she swallows thickly as he speaks before she interrupts. “It was really stupid, really really fucking stupid, like—the meanest joke you could—”

“It wasn’t a joke—”

“So what did you do?” she asks, suddenly, blurting the words out before she can stop herself. John blinks at her.

“What did I do?”

“That night,” she presses. “That night in my house, when the power went out. When I said...”

Her voice trails off. She knows what she wants him to say, deep down inside of her. She knows that she wants him to say, I love you, I loved you then and I love you now and there’s nobody else I want more than you, because she’s a hopeless romantic and there’s nothing that would make her life into a Hallmark movie than John whispering a profession of love like this, right now.

John starts, “Elliot, I’m—”

Panic. If he says it, it’s real, and then she will have to face it. Really, truly face.

“An idiot,” Elliot interjects, her words overlapping with his and strangling them until all she can hear is the tail end of him saying, “—with you,” and his mouth sets down in a deep frown.

She looks at their hands, intertwined. He’d been so sure of himself that night, sliding the ring on her finger, and it’s less that he seemed sure she would say yes but more sure that he thought he had been making the right decision. More than anything, all I want to hear is that you missed me.

“Go to sleep,” she says at length. “We’ll see how you feel when you wake up in the morning.”

John, true to form, heaves the most dramatic sound possible out of his body before he lays back against the pillows, still in his jeans and button up. Elliot stands, and leaves him like that, because there’s plenty of things that John Seed deserves and Elliot thinks waking up in tight jeans is one of them.

“Hellcat,” he says, when she reaches the door. She pauses, glancing back; he’s quiet for a moment before he says, “Mean it, you know.”

I’m in love with you. She knows that’s what he’d been trying to say before she’d spoken over him.

“I know,” Elliot replies softly. “We’ll see if you mean it tomorrow, too.”

She hopes he will.

[acequeenking]

Hadestober #13

13) Take My Hand - Persephone goes down to the Underworld for the first time after Orpheus manages to get it right. (T, Hermes & Persephone, Hades/Persephone)

Persephone drinks the summer away. Doesn’t trust the man to hold to his own promises, not anymore, not after having been burned so many times. She drinks away a good half of May, June, and even July.

“Might want to slow down, green thang,” Hermes says, gives her a weak little smile. She gives him a sharp-eyed glare.

“Sooner or later, he’s likely to ruin it.” She sips down her whiskey, good and burning. He’d introduced her to whiskey long ago: ‘fore that, she was more liable to get drunk with something out of her mama’s wares, a little wine, a little potash. “Always does. Kinda his job, you know, ruinin’ things. Entropy’s a bit of a bitch.”

“Your man don’t seem to have ruined everything.” He flicks his head over at Orpheus and Eurydice, his little boy and their runaway-now-staying-put, giggling over at the bar. Persephone remembers being that much in love. Eurydice thumbs Orpheus’ suspenders, and Persephone’s heart cracks a little bit at a familiarity she can just barely remember feeling.

“A stopped clock is right, once or twice.” She shoots back, then swallows down her liquor.

“All I’m saying is…” Hermes waves his hand, with a weariness she doesn’t think man has any right to feel. Isn’t like they’ve been in circumstances such as this before. “Nothing will change if you don’t try.”

“I’ll try,” she says, after guzzling down the last of her whiskey. “When and what I feel like.”

“Alright,” Hermes’ says, and says it a bit sad, and there’s a twinge in her chest there, knowing as always that he is her closest brother, and she is somehow fucking this summer all up despite his caring. Mama always said there’d be days like this. “Just think about it, for me? For him?”

His eyes gravitate toward the young couple: Orpheus holds out his hand, and Eurydice takes it, smiling like she ain’t just had to walk out of hell not two months ago. Persephone wonders, idly, what Eurydice did with those old worker’s clothes. Probably burned them.

She would.

“I’ll think about it,” she says. “Best I can do.”

“That’s enough,” Hermes says, but the tone says it plain: no, it ain’t.

Persephone drinks her way through a variety of infrequently sampled delights through September. Been rare, right rare, for her to be up so late, thanks to Mr. Lover-I-Was-Lonely, Mr. Lover-I-Was-Despairing no longer showing up so early, by some miracle, well, she has some time to burn and preferably burn down some of her gullet with it. Hard cider ain’t never been her favorite, but it’s a good novelty and she sips her cup while she mulls Mr. Hermes’ words right up til it’s time ot wait for Mr. Hades clarion-bell.

Because the thing is: Hermes is not half-right. Persephone doesn’t owe her old ball and chain much; ask anybody downstairs, and they would tell you – well, after you pour a little firewater in’em –  that their lady has been the one dealing with most of his bullshit, not the other way around.  Her problem is one that they keep dancing around, because she can’t bend herself down to get out of it, no matter how much he wants her to: six months up, six months down. Holy route, and they’ve all seen what happens when she doesn’t keep to schedule.

Man might as well ask brother Paulie not to make the sun shine. Some things just ain’t – ain’t malleable. Fixed. And her husband just isn’t built to be able to accept it for long.

Except, of course, that he seems to be awful quiet. So mayhaps he finally has.

“What’s he doing down there?” She asks, half-fearing the answer, because there are a lot of desperate women and now she is well aware that he’s willing to look for replacements if pushed far enough. Asks it casual of Hermes, asks it over her gin and tonic, fizzy with hope. “My old husband.”

Hermes raises an eyebrow at her. “Think he’s waitin’ for you.”

“And how, pray tell is he waiting?” She takes a drink, presses the subject.

Hermes just shakes his head. Refusing to give up the goods, and odds are good the reason is that Mr. Hads himself is holding him to such. But it isn’t out of nature for Hermes to play coy.

“Waiting alone,” Hermes says, quiet. “I’ll say that much.”

She gives him a sour look and he just laughs, won’t say more.

“Just wait and see, green thang. Wait and see.” She sips at her drink, but she doesn’t feel like drinking. Lousy old Hermes just seems to suck the fun out of it all.

“I don’t do well anymore,” she says, quiet. “Not with his surprises.”

“Maybe it’s not a surprise,” Hermes says. He reaches out, holds her hand for a good long moment, squeezes it, drops it. “Maybe it’s just what it is, sunshine-sister.”

They don’t talk a long while after that; Seph spends her time watching Orpheus tend bar, Miss Eurydice helping him out by serving the patrons. But, since Hermes gets relatively few customers, well, it’s mostly Persephone playing looky-loo and watching the kids make eyes at one another. She wonders: were they ever like that? Himself and herself? Were they ever quite so innocent? She doesn’t think so. Himself was jaded from the beginning, and well…she weren’t far behind. Always been the type to just cling to what she could take and not expect much more than that. Cup half-empty kind of girl, you know? Kind who always has to fill her cup, least she think too much about herself.

She stares at Eurydice, perhaps a bit overlong; girl blushes at the attention and moves next to Orpheus, who holds her so easily, and for a moment, Persephone feels a bright jealousy take ahold her heart; been many a year since her husband has done more than hold her hand in public. Was a time when she made that mountain of a man bend to kiss her.

Hermes must see the despair on her face because he tuts and grabs her hand once more.

“You know how rare it is, for a man to know how good he’s got?” Hermes says, in a low voice. “Even the kids, simple as they are, can’t tell a good thing too often til they lose it. Trust me. I been around. I know.”

“Your point?” Persephone might be almost as old as time, but it ain’t necessarily made her patient. Critical flaw that seems to flow through most of her kind.

But not Hermes.

“It’s a miracle, ain’t it?” He smiles, a little too pointedly, old Hermes. “To love someone so much you fear the second they ain’t in your sight.”

“Starts off feeling romantic,” Persephone says dryly. “But trust me, Hermes, it gets old, being appreciated like that.”

He looks at her; nods twice more. She looks at the serious look on his face and notices, for the first time, how his suit is looking a little bit more threadbare than it used to.  Didn’t he used to have some feathers round that jacket? Seems a time she could recall him being proud of such.

“Can’t tell you that your reasons against him ain’t good ones,” Hermes says. “Lord knows, you two have had your ups and your downs. More downs than ups, I know. But take it from a man who ain’t never – never felt that urge to tie myself down—”

She rolls her eyes; only thing to do, with such an uncomfortable speech. Never liked these big emotional speeches; give her a moment’s tic or tell. The unsaid, brother, sometimes says it a lot more comfortably.

“Well…” Hermes cleared his throat. “Seems to me that it’s rare enough, two people finding one another like that, falling out and then in love, over and over again. Almost miraculous, right?”

“We’re gods, if you believe in miracles at this age…” He cuts her off, with one elegant hand.

“I believe in optimism. Always got a chance of turning better, sister.” His eyes glitter. “If, perhaps, someone gives such a chance…”

She bats her hand away. “Maybe I’ll consider it,” she says, finally. She stares down at Orpheus and Eurydice: Orpheus holds out his hand, and there’s the girl, grinning, taking that hand, so easy, so easy. Maybe that’s youth, she thinks, that slip of hand in hand, so easy, not weighed down by history. Or maybe it’s love, where you ignore the weight of it all because you believe, for one moment, that weight shared is weight eased.

And as she tries to think of a return, a bonmot, a repartee to Hermes’ great big speech, well, she don’t get the chance. She’s silenced as a high train whistle roars.

Hermes flips back his fancy sleeve, checks his watch. “Right on time, sister,” he says. He rises. “Best be goin’.”

And Persephone, well, she thinks: suppose it’s time. She grabs her coat, and it feels heavy on her shoulders, if smaller than the gordian knot in her belly. Hermes offers her his arm, ever the gentleman, but she shakes her head, not in the mood to share.

She’s a bit drunk, and she doesn’t need any distraction besides her husband himself.

“Orpheus,” Hermes says, too casual: “Watch the bar.”

She looks behind, sees the kids smiling at the bar. Doesn’t seem like they’ve heard at all, and for a brief, bitter moment, she envies them. Then she’s out, and she’s walking.

And the train door is there all too quickly.

And a man steps out all too fast.

There’s nothing different about him in particular: same white hair, same dark eyes, same Cheshire smile, same obnoxious glasses. He thinks they make him look young, but they don’t. She stares at him carefully, neutrally: he smiles, flicks off the hated glasses.

And she sees in that moment how his eyes tick, the nervousness that is evident in them; sees the redness of his ears and cheeks, the heavy breath that tells her that he’s been thinking of this moment for dozens of hours. And it’s that, more than any speech of Hermes’ or any glimpses of the young ones, that renders her heart softer towards the man: the way that hand shakes just a lil’ bit when he reaches for her, because he’s nervous. Mr. Hades is a mighty king, but she reduced him to a man once. Seems liable she might be able to again.

“Hey,” he says, the most neutral of all openings. She’d critique it but she, too, struggles to find words, the snappish openings of so many years having erased the old kindliness.

“Hey,” she says. Disgusting neutral, careful in a way they’ve never been. But neutral is safe, and maybe she takes his hand and grips it, and maybe he doesn’t mention the alcohol on her breath, and maybe when he pulls her toward her, well, maybe his hand doesn’t feel heavy after all.

Maybe she’s a fool for thinking that, but she does, and when he leans close to give her a kiss on her cheek after how-long, well: she believes, she believes.

“Let’s go home,” she says. And she holds him tight, and she steps on that train, and they go together to parts simultaneously too-well-known and too-unknown all at once.

But at least they go together.

[sadienita]

Puppies Don’t Fly

Yunho x Pup Hybrid!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Like a bit of angst but then fluff, and Yunho teasing you whatever that counts as.

Note: Happy Birthday @berrynx you cute lil bean!! Mayhaps I was gathering ideas when I asked you about soft things but I hope you like it and I’m sorry Yunho took on a mind of his own and wanted to tease you, but then again, you’re used to that right hehe

Yunho’s house was much bigger and much nicer than anywhere you’d been before. The place you’d grown up in was small and with so many of you there it was unsurprising that as soon as you could you struck out on your own.

And quickly learned that work wasn’t for you.

It wasn’t your fault you were so playful and easily distracted. But it didn’t bode well for the places that would hire you. You found it difficult and after bouncing around for a bit you ended up at one of the hybrid shelters. It was nice enough and a much easier way to find a family to live with, plus in the meantime the other hybrids had been nice to you and you’d made good friends.

But then Yunho came along. He was sweet and kind and you were pretty sure you decided you wanted him to be your family before he did. You’d focused all your attention on him the day of the visit and it paid off when he came back a few days later to get you.

There were a lot of unexpected things about Yunho. He was just as nice as when you met him and he was just as cuddly as you’d hoped, petting you and scratching your head any time he was relaxing with you. You warmed up to him very quickly and he let out the cutest giggles whenever you covered his face in kisses and snuggled with him as you both fell asleep.

But some things about him were initially mysterious. There were areas of the house you weren’t supposed to go into and a few items you weren’t allowed to touch. You did your best to leave them alone. He must have his reasons, even if they were tempting to play with. He didn’t exactly tell you what they were, just that they were old and fragile. 

Yunho seemed like some sort of enigma to you. He was kind and seemed very open. Yet, he wouldn’t go into detail just yet about the rooms you were supposed to stay out of. He did say he would tell you eventually, but that things in those rooms just weren’t ready yet. Still, he trusted you enough to leave you home alone when he needed to run out and do errands.

Though, maybe he overestimated your self control.

Here you were, after being told not to go down this hallway, that it wasn’t ready yet, but the door had been left cracked open. The house was old, so it was very possible the door just didn’t stay latched properly, but your curious mind thought it could be a sign. You snuck down the hall quietly despite the fact that Yunho wasn’t home.

You weren’t sure what he would do if he caught you. So far, he hadn’t gotten mad or even frustrated with you. You got along well and even though you hadn't been here that long you were aware that you had never really seen him upset. But, you decided you would be out of this wing before he got home, he’d never need to know you were sneaking around.

Your mind came back to the present as you noticed another door cracked open, a teal-green glow coming from within. You couldn’t think of what would make that kind of colour, maybe he had cool lights set up inside? Maybe the room would be really pretty. The more you considered it the more it excited you and you moved to the door quickly before throwing it open.

A gasp left your lips as you took in the room before you. Shelves lines the walls, soaring high up towards the ceiling. Countless bottles were set on the shelves, bottles of all different shapes and sizes filled with liquids of various colours. The floor was rough stonework and in the center a large pot. It looked as if there was a fire pit underneath, though there was no fire at present. From within the pot came the teal green glow that lit the room.

Whatever you thought you might find in here, this wasn’t it. The room looked like something out of a fantasy movie. You bit down on your lip, ears perking up to listen and tail wagging very slowly before you took a few cautious steps into the room. You looked around curiously, sniffing towards the pot in the center of the room and starting to peek at the liquid inside.

The teal-green liquid was viscous and swirling. It bubbled, large, thick bubbles that burst and left liquid residue up the side of the pot. It moved almost as if it was slowly boiling, though no heat was coming from underneath. The liquid smelt sickly sweet, so much so that it made you a little nauseous and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what was inside it.

Was it insane to think Yunho might be a wizard? It sounded nuts, you had never heard of wizards or witches or magic outside of stories and fairy tales. Maybe this room was just elaborately set up. There was a chance he just liked the aesthetic, he thought it was cool and the bottles were just props, or some kind of drinks?

Something in your gut told you that was wrong.

It seemed too big to wrap your head around. As you wandered towards the shelves you thought you would have noticed something. If magic was real people would know all about it. How could something so big really be kept a secret from everyone else? There had to be some sort of explanation that wasn’t that. Maybe you were hallucinating. Maybe you got sick and were seeing things. Maybe you were really asleep and this was all a crazy dream.

That seemed the most likely.

A small sense of calm washed over you. This would make so much sense as a dream. You felt your lips twitch into a smile as your tag wagged and you perked up a bit, no longer worried about Yunho catching you. You could wake up easily enough. You liked the idea of fantasy and magic and Yunho did have some spaces he said he wasn’t ready for you to see and it only made sense that your sleeping brain would try to make sense of that.

You started to peruse the bottles on the shelf with their labels in what looked like an old chinese script, wondering how much of the dream you could control. Did things like pinching yourself actually work to figure out you were dreaming? Could dream you feel pain anyway? Dream you could feel other things so why not pain? That probably wasn’t the only way to test it.

A scent caught your nose, something sweet, but not overwhelming. A scent that made your mouth water. You followed your nose to a small bottle with a baby blue liquid inside at waist level. The stopper wasn’t quite pushed in and the scent seeped out around it. You held it up to your nose and let out a whine at the delicious scent that came from within as you pulled the stopper out.

If this really was a dream, was there any harm in having a taste? You didn’t think so. Something mischievous was bubbling up inside you and you were growing far too curious to see if the dream taste would match the dream smell. Your tongue peeked out, licking your lips as you raised the bottle and took a big swig.

The sweet taste of the concoction flowed over your tongue and down your throat as you tipped the bottle, drinking half of it in one go. A pleasant, warm tingle ran through your body as you looked back at the bottle, unable to make any sense of the words scrawled on the bottle in what looked like Yunho’s handwriting. Whatever was in the drink it was making you feel better, happier, lighter.

You took a step towards the center of the room but you seemed to trip upwards, your toe catching on the stone but as you stumped you didn’t fall towards the floor. Your body lifted into the air as your toes scrapped the floor before leaving it completely.

You let out a scream, the bottle slipping from your grasp and crashing to the floor, spilling the remainder of its contents on the uneven stonework. You reached out desperately around you as you slowly rose into the air but nothing seemed to move you in any particular direction. Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest as your eyes searched desperately for something to grab onto but finding nothing close by as you went higher and higher.

Your tail tucked between your legs as you started to curl into a ball and squeeze your eyes shut. You muttered to yourself “wake up, wake up, wake up,” but nothing about your situation changed. It felt far too real, the feeling in your stomach being up this high, the nothingness around you, the thought that you had no clue how long the potion lasted.

A whimper left your lips as your ears flattened to your head and a lump started to form in your throat. You were terrified of looking down at this point, not wanting to know how high you had really gone. What if the potion did wear off? Would you just fall from up this high? You’d surely crack your head open if you fell that far. Pups were not meant to fall from heights like this, you weren’t made for flying.

You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly desperately begging the powers that be for this to just be a dream. You fought with your lungs to keep your breathing steady but your eyes seemed not to care as you started to cry, your body shaking and pressing your face into your knees as you hung in midair.

The seconds felt like hours, or maybe they were hours. You didn’t want to think about how long you stayed in the air crying before you heard Yunho’s voice calling your name. You could barely let out more than a pitiful whine in response, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear you. Sniffles and quiet cries left you as you listened to his quick footsteps moving through the hallways until they started to get closer.

Yunho’s voice grew louder until he stepped through the door you’d left open. His eyes searched the room before seeing the smashed bottle and immediately looking up, his eyes locking with yours.

You expected him to yell or get angry. You weren’t supposed to be in here and you had broken something of his to boot. Or you at least expected him to be freaked out. He would never usually come home to find you floating in midair so even if he knew what everything in this room did he still should have been at least a little bit shocked.

What you weren’t expecting, was for him to laugh.

A smile spread across Yunho’s face before he broke out into a howl of laughter. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and a fresh wave of tears spilled from your eyes as you hid your face in your knees again. Here you were, scared out of your mind, and Yunho was laughing at you.

“Oh, puppy,” his voice didn’t sound nearly as sympathetic as you thought it ought to. You hugged yourself tighter, now trying to stifle the tears, not paying attention to him. Not until you heard him speak strange words, words that sounded somewhat Korean but not exactly. Your body started to fall downwards, slowly but still too fast for your liking and you started to panic, twisting in the air and really seeing how high up you were, finally letting out a proper wail.

“Ohhh,” Yunho’s tone grew more gentle. He muttered something and you started to move, falling faster. None of his reassurances that you were going to be okay helped you one bit and you squeezed your eyes shut again, hiding your face behind your hands and crying into your sleeves as you fell through the air.

You felt Yunho’s arms wrap around you as you made it to him, gently catching you. You buried your face in his chest, letting out tears and shaky breaths as he carried you out of the room, hushing and calming you. He settled into a cozy chair, pulling you into his lap properly and that was when you looked up at him, still frustrated that he had laughed but thankful for his rescue.

The space behind him caught your eyes though, as something floated by behind his chair. You peeked up and left out a gasp as the tall shelves of books that lined the walls and the candles and books floating, slowly swirling, above you.

“What-”

“This is my library,” he hummed. “No use in hiding it anymore, though I still don’t want you to come in here on your own just yet. Not until I make sure everything’s safe. Now,” Yunho grabbed your chin gently and turned your face towards his. “Are you okay? How did you get in there?”

You squirmed on his lap under his unusually serious gaze. “I’m fine,” you muttered. “But that was scary, why did you laugh?”

A grinned tugged at his lips. “Because I didn’t expect my cute little puppy to ever fly.”

You felt heat lick at your cheeks and you hid your face in his chest as he laughed.

“You weren’t in any danger,” he hummed, petting you gently to calm you and despite your annoyance with him it worked, your breathing slowing as your body relaxed against his. “You would have just floated back down to the ground if I didn’t find you.”

“I didn’t know that!” you whined, still hiding in his chest.

“You’re safe and sound now,” he cooed. “But do you see why I didn’t want you coming into this wing?”

You nuzzled your face into his neck and nodded. There was a moment of silence before you spoke. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Of course I was,” he said gently, hugging you a little closer. “But not everything in this wing is safe for you. I wanted to make sure you couldn’t get hurt. You’re lucky I already rearranged the potions to move the dangerous ones out of your reach. Speaking of which,” he moved you back so he could see your face. “Why did you drink anything in there?”

“I- I thought it was a dream,” you mumbled sheepishly.

Yunho’s face cracked into a smile again before he let out another howl of laughter and you smacked his arm somewhat playfully.

“Don’t make fun of me!” you pouted, ears pressing to your head again.

“Oh puppy,” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your nose which only made you more flustered. “You’re just too cute.”

“Y-You I’m- I-I- don’t-” you stumbled over your words as he chuckled.

“Don’t even try and deny it,” he teased. “You’re precious. And, if you promise not to come into this wing without me again, I can teach you a few things.”

Your ears perked up as you looked at him. “Really?” you said excitedly.

“Yes, really,” he chuckled. “Now how about dinner, or did the potion fill you up?”

A pout formed on your lips. “It was half a bottle.”

Yunho pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, if only to make your heart race faster and the smirk on his face as he pulled back confirmed it. “Then dinner it is.”

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In their Place Ch. 2

Chapter 2: As Blue as Can Be

Summary: Damien isn’t acting normally and that concerns everyone.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

“Marc?”

Silver was groggily coming back to consciousness.

“Marc?”

Silver woke up, head pounding, and his ears ringing as he reached that he was still on his back with a thin view to the skylight overhead.

It took him a few groggy minutes to realize who had said his name, it was Dark!

Immediately Silver shot away, floating a bit off the ground, Dark looked surprised. He also looked completely like Damien.

Silver looked to see his mask ripped to pieces right next to where he had been laying.

“How do you know my name?” Silver demanded.

“How are you doing that?” Dark asked in surprise, his voice sounding normal, as if he really was Damien.

“No, answer the question,” Silver demanded, flying a little closer.

Dark took a couple steps back, looking at the hero as if he was crazy. “Marc, we’ve been friends for years. Of course I know your name.”

“We’re not friends!” Silver shouted. “You’re an asshole. You sold us out.”

“Don’t yell at me!” Dark shouted back. “You and Celine having issues does not mean you can take it out on me.”

“The hell are you even talking about?” Mark spat. “Who do you think I am?”

Dark looked at him, “Marcus Iplier, you’re my brother-in-law.”

Mark felt a little bit of relief, he didn’t actually know his name, he’d just gotten lucky. “Okay, okay,” he interrupted. “I think you’re confused. I’m not who you think I am. I’m tapped out for today. I’ll go home, you go home; and we forget this ever happened.”

For a brief moment Dark looked worried before he gave such an amused smile before he gave such a startlingly honest chuckle that it actually made Mark think he was dreaming. A chuckle that turned into a full on laugh.

Never, not even once while Dark was pretending to be mayor, did Dark laugh. Damien, even before he’d been revealed as Dark’s primary host, tended to act like a tightly coiled spring. So he gave half-smiles, and wry chuckles.

But that laugh was something else. It was almost a light cackle. But there was just something so genuine about it that Mark became aware that he wasn’t looking at Dark.

This was Damien.

He wasn’t looking at Dark.

“Okay, okay,” Damien seemed to calm down, a smile still on his face. “You got me, you got me. For a second there you had me worried. I’ll bite, I’ll play along. Why are you floating?”

“I’m, uh, a superhero,” Mark told him, trying to figure out what to do with Damien when he wasn’t Dark.

“A what?” Damien reflexively smiled. Mark was shocked by how genuine that smile was.

“A superhero, you know?” Mark answered. “Like from the comics? I’m kinda like Superman, I can fly and lift stuff.”

Damien waved his hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. His smile became a little sadder. “If it’s just Legionnaire business you can tell me that and just move on. I’m not bitter anymore.”

“I don’t work for them,” Mark tried to insist.

The mayor sighed, looking away from him and up to the ceiling. “How’s Celine? I haven’t seen her since she . . .” Damien looked at Marc uneasily. “Since the baby, you know.”

Mark wanted to shake Damien and demand that he make at least some kind of sense. But after a long pause he decided, “Look, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not whichever Mark you’re thinking of. I don’t know Celine personally, she’s tried to put her axe through my chest a couple times but I don’t really know her.”

“Don’t know her?” Damien repeated in confusion. “You’ve been married for five years, you should know her by now. I get that grief can change a person but I’d be there to help if I could.”

“Grief?” Mark asked.

“The baby,” Damien tried to remind. “Last I heard she was excited about the baby.”

“I’m not the one with kids,” Mark continued. “You are.”

Suddenly Damien was furious, “That isn’t funny Marc. You’re an asshole but you’ve never been cruel. Stop it.”

“It’s true, I don’t have kids, I’m not married, we’re not friends,” Mark told him. “Did you shoot up before you let Dark take you for a fucking spin today?”

“This joke isn’t funny anymore,” Damien warned, and that anger was starting to look a touch familiar.

“I’m not your brother-in-law,” Mark repeated.

“That’s it, I’m getting a light,” Damien started patting himself down. “Where are they?”

Then he reached into his coat and took out his carton of cigarettes and quickly pulled one out and started looking for a lighter, getting increasingly frustrated the longer he couldn’t find it. “Where is it?

Finally Damien groaned loudly and looked back at Mark. “Marc, can I borrow a light?”

“I’m not the Mark you think I am, and I don’t smoke so I don’t have anything to help you with that,” Mark told him.

Damien let out an angry groan and walked over to the other side of the space and sat down on the ground. He started massaging his temples and Mark heard his communicator crackle to life.

“Hey Silv,” Jackie’s voice crackled out. “Everythin’[1] alright?”

“No,” Mark commented. “I’m here with Mr. Mayor, I think we beat Dark out of him. I can’t see Dark or Celine anywhere.”

“What do yah mean yeh beat Dark off ‘a him?”[2] Jackie demanded.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right there,” Marvin said.

Damien was staring at him, “You’ve gotten better at magic.”

“I’m shit at magic,” Silver reminded pointedly.

The mayor let out an amused scoff, “You live with Celine, compared to her, everyone’s shit at magic.”

He’d just tried to tell a joke. But by his face he clearly expected Mark to find it at least a bit funny. Which absolutely floored Mark.

Mark would have commented, but when Damien moved his hands from his temples and just earlier his neck had been pristine. But now there were black bruises on Damien’s neck, the mayor was absentmindedly rubbing at them which is when Mark realized, grimly, that they were in the shape of handprints.

“What happened to your neck?” Mark asked.

“Is there something on it?” Damien stood up, massaging it. “It feels kinda[3] sore.”

“Kinda,” Mark took a couple steps forward and watched the bruises fade. “Does it hurt?”

Damien cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. “No, but it feels strange. Mayhaps I’m just coming down with something.”

“Yeah, may—” Mark agreed.

He was cut off when a blast of magic slammed into Damien and knocked him to the ground, Marvin flying in, “Don’t move, fooker[4]!”

“I finally had him calm!” Mark shouted, watching Jackie and Patton run over as well.

“Yeh[5] don’t trust demons,” Marvin reminded, charging up another blast as Damien braced his arms over his face.

Patton stood in front of Damien, staring at Marvin.

“Get outta[6] the way, Cap!” Marvin shouted.

“No!” Patton seemed to widen his stance a bit to stabilize himself for a fight. “Stop it.”

“Give me one good reason,” Marvin ordered.

“He’s afraid,” Patton said, his tone even and calm. Then he looked back at Damien who was bleeding from the nose and was trying to stop it. “You scared him.”

“He’s Dark, he deserves ta be scared ‘a me,”[7] Marvin commented.

Patton was already kneeling down next to Damien who flinched when Patton got closer. The emotional Side pulled a handkerchief out and knelt down a little to hand it out to Damien. “Here you go, kiddo.”

Damien watched him for a bit before taking a bit. “Thank you, I seem to have misplaced mine.”

When he tilted his head up to stem the bleeding Patton began coaxing him to point his head back down. An action that got the empathetic Side funny looks from the mayor but the man did so.

“See?” Patton gestured to Damien. “He’s not hurting anyone.”

“It’s a trap, an’ yeh know it,”[8] Marvin insisted. “We can’t trust that lyin’ demonic fooker as far as Anxiety can throw him.”[9]

“I am not a demon!” Damien shouted, clearly insulted.

“We’re not supposed to hurt people,” Patton reminded. “The hunters do that. The demons do that, but not us.”

“No hold up,” Damien continued as he glared at Marvin. “I might not be the most perfect person in the world, but I am not a demon.”

“Yeh’ve been lettin’ one walk around in yer skin,”[10] Marvin accused.

“Even if that was true the Legionnaires would kill me before I even got out the front door,” Damien fired back.

“You have been, and you’ve been the worst,” Mark chimed in.

“Don’t make this worse, Marc,” Damien ordered.

“It’s true,” Mark told him.

“Prove it!” Damien dared.

“Okay, fine,” Mark pulled out his phone and unlocked it, starting to scroll through his camera roll.

Damien was just staring at the phone, a look that got even more confused when Mark showed him a video of Damien, Mark’s voice from somewhere in the device.

“Have anything to say, asshat?” Mark asked.

“Get that thing out of my face, you want a news story, get a press badge,” Damien heard himself demand, a shrill ringing in the background.

“Nah, this is for me, just a friendly conversation between friends,” Mark reassured.

“What is this?” Damien asked in awe, tapping the screen. “Is it making that noise itself? Did you get it from the Legionnaires?”

“It’s my phone?” Mark reminded. “I know you’ve got a couple bricks but you have to have seen one before. Illinois has one.”

“A phone?” Damien asked, absolutely confused. “That’s not a phone, it’s too small. I didn’t know magic could alter technology like that.”

Mark just stared at him, pieces clicking together. “Damien what year do you think it is?”

“Uhh,” Damien paused. “1928?”

“What?” Marvin stared at Damien in surprised. “Stop fookin’[11] with us.”

“Have you even been conscious while Dark was controlling you?” Mark wondered out loud.

“Who’s Dark?” Damien asked.

The heroes all stared at Damien in horror.

“Oh fook,[12] he’s serious,” Jackie realized.

“You’ve been under the control of a demon that has been ruling this town for years,” Mark approached slowly, scared of startling the mayor. “We’ve been fighting him and we only just learned about you a couple years ago. We had no idea you weren’t willingly working with him.”

“I would never work with a demon,” Damien argued desperately.

“He must have done something to you,” Mark explained.

“Is he still here?” Damien asked. “Get him out.”

“Is that permission?” Marvin asked, excited.

“Yes, hell yes,” Damien told him.

Marvin summoned up a chair and pulled a piece of chalk out of his sleeve. “Great, then we can find Celine an’ Dark will be magically cut off at the ankles.”[13]

“Where’s Celine?” Damien asked, the worry thick in his voice as he stepped into the circle Marvin was drawing, runes and magical symbols leading to the chair.

“We were kinda hoping you’d tell us,” Silver admitted. “She tends to disappear and we can never find her.”

“I’ll do whatever I can to help find her,” Damien promised.

When Marvin was done with the circle he placed his hands on the circle and started chanting.

Almost immediately Damien felt like his body was trying to explode from the pain, his whole body locked up and he started screaming in agony. Something in him felt like it was slamming against a brick wall and unable to escape. It only got more painful. He could taste blood in his mouth and he reflexively coughed it up.

Before he could black out from the pain, Patton rushed forward.

“Stop! Stop!” Patton called out, disrupting the spell as he broke the circle.

“Patton, I almost had him,” Marvin spat.

“He was bleeding,” Patton reminded. “You were hurting him.”

Marvin turned and kicked a piece of rubble. “Why didn’t it work? He’s not fightin’ us.”[14]

“Something that painful should have worked because I don’t want to do it again,” Damien groaned weakly, clutching his chest as Patton knelt beside him.

The heroes just standing or sitting where they were to think of what to do with Damien next.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations

1. Everything

2. What do you mean you beat Dark off ofhim?

3. kind of

4. fucker

5. you

6. out of

7. He’s Dark, he deserves to be scared of me

8. It’s a trap, and you know it

9. We can’t trust that lying demonic fucker as far as Anxiety can throw him.

10. You’ve been letting one walk around in your skin

11. fucking

12. fuck

13. Great, then we can find Celine and Dark will be magically cut off at the ankles.

14. Why didn’t it work? He’s not fighting us.

[fuzzbuns]

Can we get your ramblings on comphet Nyaa-chan?

idk why I keep getting anons who wanna open up the Pandora's box that is my mind but like I would literally LOVE to talk about comphet nyaa so I will!!!!

(under a read more tho cuz this is gonna be long once again)

Before I start I just wanna say: I’m a lesbian and I'm gonna be talking about from my own personal perspective/ experience so obviously there is gonna be some bias and projection going on (Also I’m assuming everyone who is reading this knows what comphet means/is but if not comphet stands for compulsory heterosexuality). I don’t think Oso staff was literally making an episode to comment on comphet (I refuse to give Oso staff more credit than they deserve) so this is probably all accidental but I'm obsessed with reading the episode this way because I think it just fits so well and also totonyaa.

So let’s start with when Nyaa notices Oso. When we first see Nyaa interacting with Oso she honestly seems pretty guarded. She is glad that he saved her baby but she quickly pulls her kid away from him and gives him an awkward nod as if she is saying “ok thanks but now you can go”. However, the second her baby seems to show an interest in Oso (reaching out for him because his big brother charm is just so strong...) Nyaa’s reaction shifts. She keeps and eye on Oso while they are at the park and when he leaves she laughs to herself. 

This is the first aspect of comphet I want to dive into. From personal experience, I found that a lot of the “crushes” I developed on men usually stemmed from the thought “omg he is so funny lol”. To this day, the only fictional men I end up interested in are ones that make me laugh. Nyaa seems to be doing something really similar here. When she and Totoko are talking about Osomatsu she says:

In the beginning the only real opinion she can form about Osomatsu is that he is funny. When Totoko presses her for more Nyaa isn’t able to offer up much other than “you know”. She is interested in him because he is funny and she wants to get to know him more because he is funny. It’s really easy to mistake these feelings of thinking someone’s funny as endearment and attraction even when it isn’t that deep. You can tell it’s not that deep because Nyaa can’t explain to Totoko what about him is so great. And lets be real... its not like Osomatsu is a super hot guy and Nyaa is just being superficial...... she’s not infatuated with him because of looks.... Whatever it is that is attracting her to him has to be his personality but she doesn’t know much about him outside of him being good with kids and funny. She just runs into him now and then and is interested in knowing more.

Totoko goes on to tell Nyaa that he has issues to which Nyaa pretty much responses to with “epic. I like him,”. We end up seeing Nyaa do this a lot. Totoko and the others will point out undesirable things about Osomatsu to which, in response to, Nyaa will just re-affirm that she likes him. We will get into this more later when its more relevant but liking unattainable men is textbook comphet. Also the way she says “I like him” kinda sounds unsure. Like as much as she is trying to convince Totoko, she is also trying to talk herself into it. It’s ok if Osomatsu has issues because she has already decided that he was going to be the guy she likes. 

Totoko goes on warning Nyaa and we see on Nyaas face that she is getting annoyed. If you wanna go full totonyaa here then you could argue its because Nyaa is wondering why Totoko won’t just say “date me instead” but like.......... i would never argue that lol..... me??? no..... haha.........................................unle-

So Nyaa is getting annoyed and starts bickering with Totoko like they usually do and from here on I would argue Nyaa is purposely trying to piss Totoko off. She says she was “just sort of interested in him” and goes on to say you dont know what kind of person they will be unless you date them (not true at all queen). Totoko tells her that’s stupid and this REALLY upsets Nyaa. It almost feels like Nyaa was trying to make an excuse for why she should date Osomatsu even if she wasn’t totally into the idea. Comphet makes you think that maybe if you try hard enough, even if you don’t feel anything now, eventually you’ll have to feel something romantic for a guy. Totoko shooting this idea down is essentially ruining that excuse for Nyaa. So she angrily says: 

Which......... if I were... like a totonyaa....... enthusiast... I could say like.... This is Nyaa basically doing the classic “why do you care about who I date” thing...... that would be crazy tho haha.............................unles-

I also think Nyaa saying “choose” is interesting (tho I'm aware I'm going off translations and she might not actually be wording it like that) because with comphet you literally are choosing who you fall in love with. 

Totoko responds: 

And its clear that Nyaa is escalating her attraction to Osomatsu out of no where. In this scene alone we have gone from “he is funny” to “I like him” to “I was just sort of interested” to “love” even tho nothing has happened to change her feelings. She is escalating because Totoko keeps shooting her down and in order to reaffirm her feelings she has to make them more intense. She is also pissing off Totoko in the process. We see it again when she goes:

I’ve been joking about it but like... totonyaa goggles on... she is clearly doing this to annoy Totoko and get her attention. The way this line is delivered makes it so clear that she is not actually interested in getting Osomatsus number. She wants Totoko’s attention. The next frame is literally her smirking at her phone as Totoko starts panicking. Nyaa likes having Totoko’s attention and the best way to get it is to bicker with her. She is choosing a guy Totoko clearly does not like (I mean I think Totoko and Osomatsu are pals but like she knows he’s a P.O.S) and continues to egg her on about it to keep having Totoko telling her to not date him. Another key aspect of Comphet is trying to constantly get the attention of other girls. Plus, speaking from personal experience, talking about a “crush” you have on a boy with the girl you are actually interested in and having them tell you no feels nice and when I was little and the ceo of comphet I would do it constantly. 

So Totoko gets the brothers involved and Nyaa seems uncomfortable and less into the conversation (probably cuz its no longer just between her and Totoko but that's just me). Her tone is less confrontational and more just confused. It’s almost as if she feels the point of the conversation isn’t there anymore. None of these opinions matter to her. What she said to Choro was harsh but she had a point. She doesn’t know these people!! She wanted to talk with Totoko about this. However, she doesn’t seem to keep that same attitude with Osomatsu? Like what makes Osomatsu any different from Choro? 

She ends up asking everyone to leave and saying:

Once again she is using the word “chose”. She is stating she loves him despite not knowing anything about him besides his crimes against humanity (Which she agrees to that being vile so????). It really feels like she is just being stubborn. She said she likes him so stop confronting her about it because the more holes you poke in her story the more she has to try and convince herself that she genuinely likes him despite her knowing deep down that she doesn’t.

So fast forward to the night they all get together. That part about her liking a man that is unattainable is showcased here in full force. 

She loves the idea that he does not give a shit about her. The idea that he isn’t interested just makes her like him more. I can not overstate how textbook comphet this is. When the guy you picked to like turns out to not be interested in you; that is the best scenario a closeted lesbian could imagine. You get to keep “pinning” over a guy and playing the part of a straight girl without the pressure of acting on it. He isn’t interested so you are never put into a situation where you have to prove that you are. All the things he does that show that he isn’t even considering her (like not fixing his bed head and literally going after Totoko instead) are things she loves. The more disinterested he seems, the more perfect he is. This reaches its peak when Oso literally doesn’t even remember her and she says:

The idea of Osomatsu not even being bothered to remember the moment they met literally has her rolling on the ground lol. 

Osomatsu jokingly askes Nyaa if she is interested in him. She gets really quiet. Obviously this could be read as embarrassment and its probably what was intended. However, continuing with the comphet theme it could also be her realizing that she has to make a choice. She’s interacting with Osomatsu now and he’s (jokingly) flirting with her. She can’t keep acting like he is unattainable at this point so she prepares herself. He jokingly asks her out and she says yes without hesitation, confirming that she would like to date him and even adding a “please”. Because... this is what she wants right? She has been arguing for this the whole time and she was finally given the chance. Why should she say no? This is the beginning of the end.

We see Totoko and Oso having a drink (and she looks so pretty in this scene I fall to the ground and die). Totoko leaves and her body languages looks so emotionally exhausted. If I were a totonyaa enjoyer I would say “she told Osomatsu that she loves Nyaa but wants to see her happy”............... oso staff DIDN’T PUT ANY DIALOUGE IN SO ITS MY CITY NOW-

We see nyaa excited for her date and picking out clothes because!!! this is what she wanted!!!!! she fell in love and got a date! everything is going perfect!

Then she wakes up.

She is startled. Whatever she realized in her dream it was a lot to unpack. mayhaps... a dream about toto-

She sits up and you can tell from her body language that she is really reevaluating. Her feelings vanished over night. She can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. Even though everything is going right and she should be excited and happy, she isn’t. Something is wrong. It’s like the second it hit her that she actually has to go on the date and that Osomatsu is showing interest, she loses any interest in him that she had. She liked the idea of going on a date but the second it starts looming in and becoming a reality she can’t do it. 

When Nyaa apologizes and turns Osomatsu down you can tell she is embarrassed. 

She runs away, unable to face him, knowing that its her fault. See, if she woke up and was like “oh shit he IS a P.O.S” I don't think she would be so apologetic. But she is. She is apologizing for leading him on and knows that she can’t keep up the façade anymore. She knows she caused him a lot of trouble feels miserable.

So to sum it up: Nyaa was in love with the idea of having a guy to pine over. She liked that Osomatsu was an unattainable guy and that being interested in him annoyed Totoko and made her pay attention to her. But the second things got real and she actually had to go out with him, she couldn’t follow through. This can all be explained by comphet and I would even argue its like one of the only explanations for the ending that makes sense but I might just be bias. 

also I think Totoko and Nyaa should just make out...... Happy Valentines day!