#tldr

[humunanunga]

Wait, I just remembered: Noelle used to wear wings, and Kris used to wear horns.

The cards were played by Kris. The laptop was used by Noelle.

Jevil's devil theme. Spamton's angel theme.

So here's what I think it means: Ramb was most likely talking about Noelle, right? She'd be on the right with the laptop, maybe playing Cat Petters, while Kris was on the left, maybe using the cards and dice to learn parlor tricks (if web searches wouldn't pull up results for teaching humans magic, they might've still been interested in learning sleight-of-hand).

And I think that explains what happened to Spamton.

Tenna doesn't recognize him anymore because they knew each other back when Spamton was a [[BIG SHOT]] in a matching red suit. He might've even had his own commercials on Tenna's screen, but this was also when he resided in Queen's mansion alongside Swatch. (And if this was when the King and Queen met, then it's also when Spamton would've met Jevil.)

Meaning... Spamton's calls with his mysterious benefactor could've been through the landline. Especially if they were still on dial-up internet back then. They stopped because Noelle stopped coming over with the laptop.

And as for Tenna... the dates 12/25 (Christmas Day) and 2/13 (Valentine's Eve) prominently show up, and Kris' implied aversion to watching TV might've been because it was always shoving the tragedy in their face. But it's still unclear whether Tenna knows Dess was never found, or if he was trying to focus on better times, or if he really was trying to push Kris' buttons; but he should at least know she's gone. Dess was the mayor's daughter, after all. If she went missing, it would've been all over the news.

And that could've been why Asgore was removed from the force. He wouldn't let it go, so Carol made him. And if Chapter 4 says anything, he's still investigating in secret– and suspicious of her. And maybe she's just a coldhearted ass who got tired of her public image revolving around an unsolved case instead of her success as town mayor. But she's definitely sus as fuck.

Back to Ramb, though: I think him petrifying establishes what generally makes a Darkner "belong." Darkners are animated objects, and maybe he was simply an overdue loan like the tutorial for drawing dragons, but Ramb was library property regardless. That one Zapper might've been for Asgore' TV all along, since he seems to have the same kind at the flower shop, and his remote could've been borrowed or mixed up.

Meanwhile, the Pippins were safe because they were... that property's property. The Rudinns, according to one, were from Kris' deck, explaining why Lancer and Rouxls were unaffected.

What it doesn't explain is Chapter 4 (which so far is likely more to do with the two Dark Worlds being treated as flipsides) or why the classroom Darkners don't seem to recognize Kris, but maybe the latter's for gender reasons. If Ralsei is an outdated sona, then Kris at least used to present as a boy like the brother they wished to be more like, and the Card Kingdom simply wasn't there to witness Kris' transition. Or maybe those Darkners forgot the Lightners just like the Lightners forgot them, but... speaking of Dark Worlds...

...belonging. The storage closet is an ideal place for a Dark Fountain because anything could belong in a place like public storage.

And maybe that's why Ralsei was put there in the first place. Safekeeping.

Darkners in Castle Town are safe from the Player. We can harm Darkners and even Lightners in other worlds, but not this one. We're not given the option. That's how Ralsei's been kept safe all this time. Chapters 3&4 give us opportunities to hurt his feelings, which Kris will resist, but he can't be damaged or killed through Kris.

Maybe not just Ralsei either. Kris' side of the room, or at least the side they sleep on, is empty... and noticably desaturated like the door to Dess' room... and their locker is also empty. The locker could be due to their implied absence, but it could also be because they knew a Player would come (or come back) and they didn't want to give us access to anything of theirs that they wanted left untouched.

It's been speculated since Chapter 1, I've been coming back to the possibility that this isn't Kris' first time being under a Player's control. We don't know how we seized Kris' body or why, or if we're the first; even if we are, though, there's a chance Kris knew to expect us. And so they prepared accordingly while they still had bodily autonomy.

Might post another ramble after I finish my Chapter 3&4 replay, now that I have save files with Dealmaker, Jevilstail and the original Starwalker again.

[nanocados]

Drunk liu-shidi??

[abearinthewoods]

What is autism

I get what autism is and how it can work but only really on a superficial level, I don't get it really cause I don't have it.

Autism is a consistent mismatch between how you mean to come across, and how you actually come across. Autism is knowing and understanding every single cringe thing you've ever done, but only months after the fact. Autism is finding out at 34 that expectations of eye contact doesn't mean stare directly and only into their eyes. Autism is the fact that for every specific struggle an aspie has, there is another who excels at it, which only gets used to excuse why you deserve no compassion for your struggle.

Its the consistent self doubt related to every social interaction because you can't tell where lines are or why/when people are allowed to cross them. Until you just flip flop between holding everybody at arms length so that you don't get in trouble for accidentally-ing a boundary and feeling so isolated watching other people figure out how and when to dip into more familiar/friendly territory with others and deciding to say fuck it to the anxious thoughts and randomly stumbling upon a friend who you can finally connect with on more than a superficial level in the mist of 5 people who are now creeped out by you and are trying to convince said friend to ostracize you.

But on a more literal level, Autism is a brain whos subconscious operates purely on flood gates. Emotional situations will trigger seemingly no emotional reaction, unless the neurochemical strength hits past a threshold, and then it triggers all the emotional reaction. Even the ability to read somebody else, some part of you sees the facial signs, but the signals produce no response, until they hit past a threshold, then they trigger a full and sometimes overwhelming response.

And because we can't read other people, we don't see what people can read into us, correctly or incorrect, which often gets us into trouble.

tl;dr: Imagine if your subconscious could only whisper so quiet you can't hear anything or scream so loud you can't hear anything else.

[aclockworkreader]

a bit of a personal ramble because fuck it, i’m posting whatever i want on here:

the past couple years have been some of the most difficult of my life. my mom being unexpectedly hospitalized twice, the worst creative burnout of my career, the grief of reading the news about palestine every day, deep rooted anxieties about not being good enough resurfacing at an all time high, and realizing i was unhappy around people i thought i’d love forever. without getting too dark, i’d never felt more hopeless.

but even through all of that, even with the state of the world right now and the impending doom of waking up each day, i think this might be the most fearless i’ve felt in a very long time.

i just want to be alive and create and build community and share a space where we all still feel hope for our world. and that’s what i’m going to do, through the fear, through all the shit of life, i’ll be here.

[purple-raspberries]

Context-turned-drabble for a wip I just thought of. Accidental baby acquisition, platonic Frank and Julie:

I’m going to say rainbow monsters are made cabbage patch-style. All it takes is love, good soil, seeds, a partner(s), time, and a rainbow monster.

Now imagine Frank sets aside a small part of his garden just for Julie and him to work on. A joint effort just for fun! They spend some time there every day, even if only long enough to water the plants. Through their efforts they managed to make a flourishing little haven for anyone who might come by and visit, be it neighbor or bug.

They’re doing some weeding one mid-morning, chattering about this and that as they do, when a movement distracts them both. A bud, the strange giant one top of the yellow rose bush, was moving. The bush itself wasn’t too old, just barely big enough to sustain the weight of that bowling ball of a bud above it. Neither of them knew what to make of it. Not that the other plants were any help! Julie had tried asking them, but according to her, they all just gave the same “you’ll see!” and “in due time~”, or they plain just burst out into happy giggles. Seeing no reason to worry, both gray and pink puppets decided to take special care of the plant just to see what would come of it.

Back to the bud in active bloom.

Frank: [soft gasp, looking in awe] Julie! Look! [concerned] Why is it moving so quickly?? Is it saying anything—?!

Julie: [loudly whispering] shush! Shushushush ! It’s not talking, but I hear something!

Both lean forward closer and closer— they’re hovering right over the bloom, it unfurls its last layer of petals and…

Tiny yellow limbs curl and tuck inwards into a little ball. Even tinier fists rest under a pale yellow chin belonging to a head crowned with green fuzz, just small enough to fit into the palms of their hands. There, in the open rose, lied an infant, fresh as could be. But how!?

A beat passes where in Julie looks at Frank. Frank looks at Julie. They look at the baby, which could only be a rainbow monster, still sleeping peacefully in his or her floral cradle.

Well. There will be time to panic later! Right now there is a baby in Frank’s backyard to deal with! A second of decision later and Frank was picking up the now waking infant, Julie speeding to his house to fetch a soft towel to wrap the baby in. She knew his house well enough to know where they were. Precious cargo in hand, Frank quickly, and more careful than he needed to be, followed Julie inside where she was waiting for him anxiously, towel in hand. A bit of clumsy fumbling happened as they both tried to figure out how exactly one was supposed to swaddle an infant without disturbing them, but they got it eventually after several minutes of trial and error.

Frank understandably let Julie borrow his phone for the urgent call up to where the rest of the Joyful siblings lived. How could this have happened? How is it that Julie, of all people, didn’t notice? And most importantly, what were they going to do with the child?!

Hopefully Julie’s siblings would know how to help.

[alicentsgf]

Lottie saw Shauna take Melissas blood-covered hand after she’d maimed a guy and decided to go one better. straight up kill someone and paint his blood on her lips. wilderness’ worst pick-me

[qaze]

Across all of the various SMPs: Fable, Mer, Bound, etc, I just like to think that everyone has brief moments where they swear they hear the chat. A flock of magpies sound a little too vocal to Vast. The winds are a little too present for Caspian or the sparks are a little brighter for Fenris, or the remora are a little more active than normal for Theo. And they think that the chats are back just because they miss them an extra amount that day, just to realize they’re not. Or maybe Rae will talk to himself and look around the room to see if the auras have any comments knowing that he won’t hear them. Or if Icarixus will hear the things in other worlds and suddenly start thinking that the things are back in the world port, and they get the briefest mix of happiness for a sort of familiarity and fear that something went wrong just for nothing to have happened other than them wanting someone in there to talk to.

I think abt it especially for that stream where Rae and Fenris were making Vaeh’s birthday cake and such and we learn that the auras had just full on gone quiet. Like I imagine Rae doing notes post-finale and waiting to see the auras respond just for them to not, and then Rae eventually getting out of that habit because he just doesn’t talk to them anymore

[hbosscreations]

I Met Human Teeth Guy Again, And Yes, He’s Still Mad That I Had To Call The Cops On Him.

This is 100% real and happened today, June 13th, 2025.

Long story long, I work at a printing and shipping company in a small town, and I run deliveries. I’m dropping off a box of envelopes we’ve printed and tell the guy he needs to sign the invoice. I’m jovial, he’s smiling, and he looks me dead in the eye.

“Do you recognize me?”

Uh…I’ve lived here a LONG time. I know a LOT of people.

I run down the list of people in my head he could be. Cashier? I haven’t been in a store since curbside became a thing. He looks vaguely like the guy who came to Evil Dead rehearsals drunk before the pandemic, but that’s not saying a lot. Probably a person I’ve done a project for at work.

He had a tight smile on his face and his fists were clenched as he offered the invoice back to me, so I assumed I’d had to give him bad news about a package at some point or I’d worked on a funeral poster for him.

“You look vaguely familiar,” I offered, “But I’m not super great with faces.”

“You called the cops on me.”

Holy.

Shit.

“Ah, I see.”

The two clients he was seeing when I walked in looked between the two of us as I snatched the invoice from his hand.

“Have a nice day.”

I book it to my car, because as soon as he said that, I remembered exactly who he was.

Human Teeth Guy.

Rewind to a year or so ago, this guy comes into my work with a box he wants to ship. It’s all normal, our new girl is practicing shipping and helps him out, no problems.

Until a little later when the whole office smells like weed.

PUNGENT. NAUSEATING. IMPROPERLY DISGUISED.

We have signage stating that we can look through suspicious packages. We have a shpiel we go through every time we take in a box.

“Does this contain alcohol, tobacco, firearms, illegal substances, exotic pets, small children, human remains, cash, or gift cards?”

We ask these things for a reason. Some things require special packing, some things you have to have a special license to send. Cash and gift cards aren’t  insurable, so if they get stolen, there’s nothing we can do and I like to let people know.

Marijuana cannot be shipped through USPS. Some people think it’s fine because it’s legal in a lot of places now, but it’s not legal to ship through the post office.

So, I get myself in full view of the security camera and I pop the box to make sure that it’s not just a box that had weed in it at one point. There’s a bunch of random stuff, a shirt, some rolling papers, and a Sour Cream and Onion Pringles can with scotch tape on the lid.

Look, I hate this kind of thing. If you’re going to ship drugs, don’t ship them in something obvious. Peanut butter was classic for a reason.

I pull the tape off, because I have to lay eyes on it, and out plops into my hand a plastic bag filled with nugs…

And a bunch of human teeth.

At first, I thought they were just some weird rocks, I’ve shipped weirder stuff, but the bloodstained roots quickly corrected me.

So, look, I didn’t know what the legality was for shipping teeth at the time. All I knew what that I had a Pringles can FILLED with weed, pillow stuffing, and HUMAN TEETH.

I stopped my search at that point. I wasn’t going to mess with that. We have a pretty robust drug trade in our town, the boss’s rule is that if you find something that you’re not allowed to handle, you call the police to facilitate.

I’m not a fan of getting cops involved, when people try to ship things they’re not allowed to, I typically call them and have them come get their stuff. They’re not usually happy, but they’re happier than if I call the police.

Well, guess who gave us a fake number?

So, I call. I report the human teeth, the drugs, and the other paraphernalia, and I ask if they can deal with it because I certainly don’t want to. They say they’ll send an officer over to pick up the package.

A week passes. No cops. I’ve called twice since then. The place stinks and I have nowhere to put it that won’t spread.

I call again, I say I’ve had it a week, I’m unhappy, send someone to get the box.

“Okay, we have someone on the way.”

Great. I’ll believe it when I see it.

Minutes later, who comes in, scratching himself raw and baring his teeth at my poor girl at the counter, but human teeth guy?

God hates me.

He’s livid. His box was supposed to be there already. Why hasn’t it gotten there? Did we steal it? Did we steal his drugs?

She’s in tears, he sees his box on the holding shelf and starts having a fit.

Why do we still have it?! What the fuck is wrong with us?!

So, since I get to be the one who throws their weight around here, I send her to go calm down and explain.

No, we didn’t send it because it reeked and it was illegal to ship. No, we can’t give you back the package, the police have already been called, no I can’t let you behind the counter to just take it.

The girl who went to the back has called the non-emergency line again to tell them that Human Teeth Guy is here and he’s angry.

The cop is there in two minutes.

Human Teeth Guy is escorted out of the building, snarling and screaming that we have to give him back his stuff.

Cop talks to him outside.

Cop comes back inside.

“You called us about drugs?”

“I called because we can’t legally dispose of his drugs and I couldn’t get ahold of him, but also because there are teeth in the Pringles can.”

“Teeth?”

Cop looks at the teeth.

“Yep, those are human teeth alright.”

Human Teeth Guy didn’t look like he was missing any teeth and these didn’t look or feel fake.

“So…what do you want to do here?”

“I don’t want to cause problems, he didn’t do anything to make me want to press charges of any kind, but he made my employee feel unsafe.”

“Got it. I’ll tell him he’s not allowed back and if he does come back, charges will be pressed.”

I hand the box with all of its contents to the officer.

“Good luck to you.”

Cop leaves. We watch Human Teeth Guy walk away from the building. Cop comes back inside, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

“He doesn’t know where he got the teeth from.”

“What?”

“He says he doesn’t know where the teeth are from.”

Cop looks at me.

I look at him.

“If you see him around here, call us, okay?”

And that was the end, or so I thought.

It would hardly be worth commenting on this at all, we have seen a lot of WILD shit come through here, if it weren’t for where I saw him today.

Friends, tumblrs, countryfolks.

HE WORKS AT THE LOCAL FUNERAL HOME.

I guess I know where the teeth came from now.

But I have SO MANY MORE QUESTIONS.

And yeah, he’s still mad at me, which is exciting.

[majoringinfanfiction]

Can people in the fandom acknowledge that Mabel is also clearly a nerd, but she just doesn't show it? Like, one scene that always sticks with me is at the start of Dipper and Mabel versus the Future, they talk about high school. Mabel says that they learn about "You know what" and Dipper's reply is "Trigonometry!"

You would think that the next reply to this would be Mabel calling Dipper a nerd or something, but she replies with the same level of enthusiasm. She says "Oh yeah baby."

Only nerds are excited to learn about fucking trigonometry. Mabel is a fucking nerd.

[zenithsky]

pit babe characters and their outfits

ever since s1 i paid a lot of attention to what everyone is wearing and what it might signify, so let's get into it - they're not as strict with it in s2 as they were in s1 but there are still some things for me to pick apart

i will mainly focus on kim, kenta and pete for the sake of this post, but i might get into the other characters at another point because i have opinions about them too

so let's start at the baseline: colour schemes x-hunters: white and light blue red racing: black and red tony: black those are the main three groups that everyone can kind of get placed within - and here we already see the alliance of tony and red racing in the shared colour, but as i said they won't be the focus here

let's start with pete: in s1, he exclusively wore dark blue suits - a mix of both colour schemes it's predominantly blue, so we know his main alliance are the x-hunters, but it is much darker, almost as if mixed with black - signifying his origins as one of tony's children i think it also signifies that he is not part of the hunters in the racing sense, he is a business man and thus much more like tony than any of the "blue" characters

in this picture we can see that even if his suit is black the shirt beneath is blue - outwardly he appears to be just like tony, a cut throat business man, but underneath he carries hunter - blue - values

in s2 he dresses pretty similar to s1, predominantly dark blue and black suits - but what is interesting is that we see him undress for the first time - both in the literal and figurative sense. he seeks an emotional connection to chris - or way? that's a different post though - and sheds his businessman clothes.

that's as much as i wanna say for pete's colours but we will get back to him once we talked about kenta and kim a little.

kim, at most points, does not fit into any colour scheme - he mostly wears shades of brown with other colours thrown in he's not exactly part of the x-hunters anymore, they are not his place in the (racing) world so he doesn't wear their colours anymore - he also doesn't wear the red racing colours anymore, which he partly did in s1 he is his own force, his own person and only involved in the events because he chooses to be - in fact he is pretty much the only character who could up and run away at any point but doesn't, which is why he has his own colour however, it is important to note here that it's mostly beige and light browns, which still have hints of white and work beautifully with blue - he is no longer a racer for x-hunters, but compliments them well and works together with them.

as we can see in this picture, he wears brown, beige and white - his own colours and the hunter colour

vs what he wore in s1 - when he was still part of red racing. formal, black clothes. he has fully detached himself from tony, unless most others that still have ties to him - emotional or physical.

now, let's talk about kenta - and if you know anything about me, you know i could talk about him for ages, but i'll try and stay focused

in s1, he exclusively wears tony's black, especially in the form of suits and more formal clothes, but always black. i think he is the perfect example of wearing someone else's colour, because unlike every other character, he never mixes it up. no other character always wears one specific colour - kenta does. a sign that he isn't his own person but only what he can do for tony? perhaps (definitely). he wears his proper shirts and tight fitted clothes, but he has no individuality. at least in s1.

but what fun i had analyzing his clothes in s2 because i realized i missed one important thing in s1: it's not just colours. it's materials and textures.

in s2 we see the first little bit of individuality in kenta's appearance when we take a look at his ear: there's a tiny piercing. it's not bold or loud, but it's there. the first sign that kenta is becoming his own person who can make his own choices, at least to an extent. he's not exclusively part of the uniformity that tony wants from everyone.

and then the scene when he eats with kim. i have so many thoughts, but i will focus on their clothes here.

kenta's clothes aren't skin tight is the first thing that comes to mind. they still fight him well but are looser, more comfortable. like he doesn't need to prepare to get up and fight every second, but can relax into more comfortable clothes.

the second thing is the type of clothes - now i'm no expert when it comes to materials, but they seem to be something akin to knit(?) - definitely something comfortable. did he have it in his closet before and just never dared to wear them? did he have dreams about feeling safe enough to be comfortable? or did he go shopping with kim? with pete? how did he get the clothes?

i think this is the first transition to kenta wearing his own black rather than tony's black. i don't think he will ever wear bright colours, he's still kenta after all, but he now wears a comfortable black. one he can breathe in.

but the t-shirt wasn't what excited me most. it was the slippers they both wore. but before we talk about them, i want to point out kim's clothes in this scene: they are also comfortable, casual and seem to be from a similar material as kenta's are. and they are black and white. the bottom (i'm not gonna make that joke, tyvm) is black - kenta's black, because it appears to be rather comfortable, and the top is white - x-hunter's colour. now, i am not 100% certain if it's his sweater or the lightning, but to me it seems kinda off-white. once again, kim isn't exclusively wearing the x-hunter white, he puts his own spin to the colour.

now, the slippers. gray slippers. gray is a mix of white and black. a mix of kim and kenta. they are a symbol of their worlds colliding, of kim taking kenta further and further away from tony. they are the first item of clothing that kenta wears that isn't black - and it's something he received from kim. it is also a sign of comfort. even in tony's house, kenta was always wearing shoes. it is safe to assume that he only ever took them off in his own room, if he even did that. perhaps he was always alert, always wearing the shoes, always ready to jump up and run into a fight for tony. now, he can't do that. he'd have to first change out of the comfortable slippers to his own shoes. he'd have to leave the comfort kim provided behind to join another fight. and we know he will do it, but i love the symbolism.

i love the idea of kenta reacting with disbelief when kim gave him the slippers. i love the idea that kenta secretly treasures them. i love the idea that kenta, for the first time, can walk somewhere and be relaxed. both in the literal sense of his feet not hurting from tight shoes and in the figurative sense that he can be at ease with kim.

now that we established that kenta is moving more and more towards comfortable clothes, let's bring pete back into the discussion. because now i want to raise the idea of kenta drifting more and more away from pete to kim being symbolized by their clothes.

for that, let me recap quickly: pete - dark blue and black suits kenta - black suits changing to black shirts

in this clip from s1, they are basically mirrors when we talk about their clothes - both wear dark suits, both are dressed very formally.

in this clip from their childhood, they are both in comfortable clothes, but dressed in opposite colours - they were never meant to be together. even at that time, their loyalties differed, but the material was the same. they were comfortable together. in fact, the only time in s1 that kenta was comfortable was with pete. is it a coincidence that that's when they're wearing comfortable clothes? i don't think so.

but now in s2, pete is still wearing his suits. kenta isn't. their colours are more similar than in their childhood, but their materials differ. pete is stuck in the suit, in the armor it provides him, in the seriousness businessman attire. kenta is drifting away from that. he doesn't want to be what tony raised him to be anymore. and that comes with abandoning his suits. his clothes become more similar to kim's.

i think that's so interesting because it does also mirror their relationship. to pete, kenta is still the child he left behind. he worries about him, sure, but he also severely underestimates him. he wants kenta to wait for him - to still wear suits - but kenta can't wait any longer. he wants to get things done. he's very much like kim in this regard. they both realize that there's no point in sitting around and waiting. tony needs to be dealt with rather sooner than later.

and while pete holds kenta back, kim supports him and comes with him so that kenta is protected rather than making him stand still. kenta is shedding his suit to replace it with a comfortable shirt. kenta is shedding pete's control to replace it with kim's support.

there are so many other things i could dive into when it comes to their clothes, but i think those are my main points. i love when shows signify character traits through clothes and i really hope they keep it up in s2 as they have in s1.

[absentia-misere]

Hey idk you but you are loved.

If you see this rn its Freyja's will that you know you are loved and seen and you just have to accept that.

Trust me, she told me personally that she wants you to remain positive in your plight.

[hamster-princess3]

in honor of pride month heres the story of how I found out i was trans (more or less,)

(also ik its still may but its like next week so idgaf)

Younger me: “Im gonna do research on trans people and the trans experience so i can be a good ally”

“hm thats neat some of this describse me”

“oh”

“well shit”

[2plolo]

Starting Gideon the ninth: wow, what a great book about complex lesbian necromancers being cool and emo and gay, with a great cast of supporting characters, and an interesting and mysterious plot! Cant wait to see what happens next!

Post Nona the ninth: this book is about humanity. It is about the soul. It is about love and It is about power and every devastating and wonderful emotion the human brain is capable of. It is about the meaningless bags of flesh that hold what is really important. It is about Christianity, and applying real human nature to its laws. It is about the end of the world. It is about a guy named John kickstarting the craziest butterfly effect ever. It is about

AND ITS NOT EVEN OVER YET!

[crocodiller]

I love your Tav so much but why is Astarion so cold to him? 🥺

Simple answer: I like including comedy in my comics, and making him annoyed at things is funny to me. And I use it as a quick joke a lot lol I'll put too much explanation under a read more.

Maybe he's being a little cold to try to deny any of his own feelings. (...tsundere? oops.) Maybe he does care... a little? But wait, no. Feelings?? Ew.

Rowan turning down all of Astarion's advancements after the first night but still lingering around all the time is very confusing. (knows Rowan likes him, so what do you want??) He keeps subverting his plans. And then when he does flirt with Rowan, Rowan doesn't seem very receptive. (Basics from Rowan's POV: likes Astarion, party night, gets hopes up, realizes it was just for fun, repeatedly trying to distance himself to lose feelings and not get attached/heart broken, fails)

I see the end of Act 1 into 2 as that turning point of not needing to manipulate a romanced Tav anymore to secure a place in the party, and just starting to feel a little bad about the whole mess. And with all the stress going on, I don't know how flirty Astarion would feel like being when his survival isn't hinging on it anymore. I'm basically changing the romance plot here and there to fit around how Rowan is, and it's confusing Astarion when he continuously has to go off script, so I figure he'd be annoyed a lot! (I struggle to put things into words, I hope something made sense here 😂)

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about price taking you in as a stray and letting you join 141. at first, god, you're aggressive and defensive, baring your teeth at them and snapping if they get too close. unlike the other squads, they don't judge you, they don't get angry with bow much you react. they're patient and willing to work with you, because they were once like you.

you react with violence and aggression, with a type of reaction that only former fighting dogs have, because that's what you were taught. ghost doesn't speak much with you and instead fills the silence with his presence. he'll stand in front of doorways and block you from leaving, forcing you to get used to his presence, holding eye contact even as you glare at him and snap his way, because no, [name], this isn't how we do things here. i was once like you. you'll come around to see that we only bite at our enemies, not our family. he's forcing your instincts to calm down, forcing your mind to rewire itself and to recognize that he's not a threat. only does he leave when you don't react when he moves a little too fast.

soap follows you and chatters away with you, and every growl and snap and flash of your eyes is just met with him blabbering away. it's his way of bonding with you, of also forcing you to get used to him. it throws you off when he just laughs when you snarl his direction and speaks his scottish tongue, his accent thick and heavy and leaving you confused. he's friendly and bubbly, if a bastard, and goes quiet when you don't glare his way whenever he speaks a little too fast and a little too loud.

gaz is a mixture of both. sometimes he won't say anything, he'll force his way into your proximity and hold eye contact when you try to scare him away. or he'll let his voice be soothing and calm, and make conversation with you, even if you don't respond. sometimes he'll be repairing something or cleaning his weapons, and he'll make light conversation. he notices you're calmer when his voice is quiet and even, and how you focus on his hands. not fearfully, but more grounded. he makes note of this.

price is the only one who gets physical with you. he first notes how you react to certain things, how you flinch and snarl and lash out. then, he forced you to deal with them. he'll struggle with you and wrangle, unflinching even when you bite his forearms and kick at him. he's a captain for a reason. you might've been his most challenging one yet but nothing he can't break.

and break you does he. not maliciously, no, but rather, he breaks you out of your old mindset. a once fearful soldier burdened and haunted by his past, willingly seeks out his teammates.

you cling onto ghost and invade his personal space, forcing your way onto him and sleeping on his chest like an oversized cat whilst he scratches at your scalp. or blabbering with soap and having conversations and jokes that don't make sense to anyone, teasing ghost together until he throws you two a dirty look. or spending some quality time with gaz and sparring with him or even just having lunch together, mingling together on the couch like slime, content to be in each other's presence m, whether if you're talking or just quiet.

and price, oh price. you seek him out the most. he's your favorite. you're his favorite, especially when you pull his pants down and nurse his thick cock into your mouth. the captain isn't harsh with it, he's gentle and patient, gently scratching your scalp as a low groan slips out of his mouth, your mouth warm and wet. trained by the best, you're a pro at taking his cock, at licking at the vein trailing up his cock and making it jolt. oh how he smells so delicious.

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