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~ INTRO TIME!! ~

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Hey hey hey :), I have like over 30+ posts on this blog now, so I decided I should probably do a little intro.

ᓚᘏᗢ ~ E1NN1M ~ ᓚᘏᗢ — You guys can call me Einnim. Or, any kind of nickname, just as long as I'm acknowledged as Einnim on this blog. ^^ — I am mainly going to write and post about "The Dummy's Dummy" here, but I'm not going to dedicate my whole account on it. Often I'll post thoughts for shits and giggles, or write short stuff on the interests I like.

— Before you ask, yes. You can send me requests to write for The Dummy’s Dummy. Oc x Canon, Canon x Canon (AS LONG AS WE’RE NOT SHIPPING ANYTHING ILLEGAL.), Reader x Canon, and etcetera. You may also ask me for smut… BUT I’m not too good at it and there’s not a guarantee that I’ll answer it.

— On the topic of requests, I do NOT write quick. I write on how much motivation I can burn through and leave it as soon as I feel burnt out.

— I’m very friendly :) So please be free being comfy in my comment sections or in my request box. DON’T BE SHY!!!

— also, I think I’ll be only taking requests for TDD. It might change in the future, but for now, I’m sticking to my loyalty to Mochamura’s masterpiece. God forbid a content-starved fan wants some content.

— Oh, and I also do art. 🤩 I’m not very good at it, but I’m improving slowly.

ᓚᘏᗢ ~ AM0R3TT3 ~ ᓚᘏᗢ

MASTERLIST/WORKS: TDD: " Paris dealing with a clingy you🔪❤️ " — Paris x reader " You're comfy. " — Polakov x Reader " 💚🍏Parily headcanons (Crushes!)🍎❤️ " — Paris x Lily Lalah " My Kind of Woman - Marc Demarco " — Kay x Iris “ I can be a pretty girl, I’ll wear a skirt for you. — Clairo “ — Paris x Lily " Rushed Paris x Reader drabble " — Paris x Reader

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No cause freaky take on Paris

Paris's alternative/substitute for a genitalia would be the slit on his back. HEAR ME OUT🗣️🗣️🗣️ Because we all know he doesn't like being touched on that part.. Most likely because it degrades him into the puppet he really is and he DOES NOT want that. Sooo probably if there's an intimate moment between you two and he's being more vulnerable than normal, he'd let you touch his back. Maybe he wouldn't get any pleasure from it, but it certainly WOULD feel exposing to him. Like you're fingering his insides and if he had any actual physical sensations that'd be his turn-on

jokes aside, from a more non-sexual intimate angle, he'd also be very insecure of it. Like also very uncomfortable from someone merely seeing it. So there'd have to be copious amounts of trust until he allows you to graze your fingertips across the soft linen that separates an imitation of skin and fabric.

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Small drabble of Paris x Reader for my parched throat. And for my tired ass self. (If you see typos, just know that I wrote this at 4AM with exams the following day. CW’s: Inappropriate jokes from narrative, non-sexual intimacy, tsundere Paris 2x, conflicting feelings, reader is irritatingly nonchalant, only slightly suggestive, no mentions of reader’s gender, second-person perspective is used for reader, highkey bad perspective play, probably terrible grammar

It was a quiet afternoon in the Wrights house, the usually bustling halls of Yumi’s shows playing or Nora’s usual day playlist tuning in the other room were absent, as its usual residents were out. And unsurprisingly, that excludes you. Overworked, sleep deprived, and over-studying you, the older kid the lesbian couple had adopted besides Yumi. You didn’t mind the new addition when she came along, she was actually quite cute. Nice to have around, though obviously still adjusting… You didn’t mind her all-too-much. … well, maybe a little when you stumbled across the somehow-alive puppet she allegedly found in the basement 2 months ago.. You merely sighed, sliding in a little further in the ceramic surface of the bathtub, soaking in the hot water to soothe all the cramps in your stress-absorbed body. The water was just exactly the right temperature. Smoking, but not boiling hot. A much needed relaxation after pulling an all-nighter studying for first term exams. It drained you out more than you thought.

“ You use this one, don’t you? “

“ Yea. Usually that.. or anything else, really. “

you murmur, still absorbed in melting like a candle in the comfort of the tub, eyes already drooping and snoozing off.

wait.

And Paris covers your mouth before you can scream on the top of your lungs, to the point where satellites would probably pick up signals from it. Sadly, your screaming privileges were taken from you. And even if you did, you most likely wouldn't have the energy and the fucks to scream about a living puppet in your bathroom while you bathed. What is he gonna do? Check you out and say his imaginary penis was throbbing? Ha.. Sorry..

“ For your information, you’ve been here for an hour and a half already. Additionally, you left the door unlocked and I thought no one was in here. Might as well check up on you to see if you’ve boiled yourself alive. “

huh. Like he even bathes himself.

“ I do, your honor. Occasionally only— when I find myself seriously stained. And I’ve washed down my own creator more times than I can count. You’re no different. “

he huffs, sarcasm and frustration rolling off his tongue at the little pet name. He lets go of your mouth a while later, after ensuring you wouldn’t alarm the neighbors with your scream. He then pops open your shampoo, the unique and familiar scent that only your shampoo conjures wafting in the air long before the substance reaches outside the bottle and onto Paris’s open palm. It’s only short of relaxing, and it further serves to relax your frayed nerves even more than they already were. You don’t ask if you’d said it out loud, or if he’d simply just read your face, because honestly, you were already tired enough as is, so you’d rather not use your voice when you already desire not to speak for another millennium. Andd, Paris doesn’t seem very pleased in speaking further.

“ Also, I’m only doing this because Yumi will certainly fret over you like she usually does. Seriously, she’s going to grow white hairs at 18 because of you. So don't get any Ideas. "

He would hum, and you’d respond with a small, almost whisper-like groan of acknowledgement. Paris lathers up the shampoo in his slender hands, muttering about burdens and bothers, but he always contradicted his insults towards the people he cared about. You always seemed to notice it well whenever Lily was around. Anyway, you move yourself, your former position of leaning sideways on the bathtub shifts to where your back now faces him, water sloshing around the movement you’ve made, obscenely loud for the situation that calls for it. You feel that you should be reacting much more loudly; to thrash, cry, scream, or even demand him to get out— after all, one look forward and he’d be seeing your family jewels out in the open, simmering low. Does he even get attracted? Does he feel the same way lust consumes one if they’re not careful?

And either way..

He's scrubbing very gently, for someone who deems themself very rough.

But maybe it's just you. Or maybe..

The puppet isn't as inhuman as he says he is.

I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HAVE EXAMSI HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HAVE EXAMSI HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HAVE EXAMSI HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HAVE EXAMSI HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HAVE EXAMSI HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HATE EXAMS I HAVE EXAMS this is also v rushed to id you slither into my comments saying "ts lowkey empty af asf as fuck" I will SLIME YEIOU OUT TOU HEWAR ME

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Ivan genuinely tweaking after begging for some kind of affection from Paris— his only source of contact at the time— when he knows it's wrong due to the homophobia that was enforced back then and Ivan remembering Paris's statement of his creations seeing him as some type of paternal figure👀👀👀 but then going back to it again because he's become so touch-starved to where he'd accept any embrace,, any warmth,,, even if that said warmth only comes from the reflection of his own body temperature against porcelain,,,,👀👀👀👀would that be counted as some sort of incest👀👀👀👀holy shit that would be lowk hard to write👀👀👀

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I really like the concept where pre!Confrontation Paris (Or basically Paris before he trauma-dumped on Yumi, Lily and Iris) would occasionally say dark humor jokes without the intent of trying to make Lily or Yumi (nor himself) laugh just to see if they'd call him out for it... Like he was already suspecting Yumi and Lily's fair treatment towards him and he wasn't used to that so he intentionally makes dark comments about stuff occassionally so he could prove himself right- that there was NO way that Yumi and Lily were treating him like a normal human being.... Whaat? Like that's literally impossible. (This post sounds like bs please tell me you guys understand

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"I could be a pretty girl, I'll wear a skirt for you." - Clairo

Pairing: Paris the Puppet x Lily Lalah (or essentially Parily) Context: Lily's being a miserable shit and rediscovering femininity for some puppet who doesn't even care whether you dress as a hotdog or a heel. CW: Overthinking Lily, slightly tsundere Paris, sprinkling envy, lowkey fluff, Paris stammering over everything, Your honor they're both STUPID A/N: Anyone smelling the scent of love in here? SPRAY SOME DEODORANT!! IT STINKS IN HERE!! I HATE THEM!! (P.S: Ts happens like a few months after the fight with Polakov.)

Lily has never had a problem dressing up. She didn't give a crap what people thought when she dressed up! Well— not too much, of course. She'd always just throw on her usual combo of a light green tank top, short jeans and sandals, or maybe a jacket on top with sweatpants replacing the jorts (jean shorts) if it was cold! Lily really didn't give much effort in her appearance, literally. perhaps for dates and special occasions, but you know what I mean.

Lily has never put too much thought into what she was going to wear. So why..

" What the HELL am I doing?! "

Lily clutched her burning head, voice erratic, staring down at the piles of clothes she'd frantically pulled out in hopes to connect a new outfit. Iris snickered from her corner near the window of their room, swirling a cup of coffee as she watches her twin sister subconsciously panic on what to wear.

" Geez Li. You going on a daatee? "

Iris teased, wiggling her eyebrows at Lily, though she knew already what was going on. Lily could only groan, face burning hot as her hands fisted in her hair roughly. Eyes shut tight, teeth gritting against each other, knees weak. She had NO idea why she was acting like this. But then again... it was her first time. First time hanging out with Paris— without Yumi or any other company. Just them, in a mall, with hours to spend.

Now, you're probably wondering what's happening. Well, it was nearing Yumi's birthday. A very special occasion for the albino girl, now nearing a big age of 14. And Lily had the amazing idea to invite Paris on a solo hangout— just the two of them— to the mall so they could buy Yumi her gift. Paris protested at first, saying how he had no money, but he couldn't escape Lily's determination to invite people to her planned hangouts. But now... Lily was regretting it completely. Because what do you mean she was panicking over what to wear like she was going to some date with the love of her life?

" Sh... Shut up! You can't be talking when you have a KAY situation! " Iris spit out her coffee at the counter back. Glaring at Lily, but not daring to say anymore because then it'd turn into a cat fight. the shorter-haired twin could only sigh, placing her cup down.

" Whatever. Why are you even overthinking on what you wear? Shouldn't you just wear what you usually wear? "

Iris raised an eyebrow, crossing one leg on the other in judgement, her eyes raking over the mess of clothes on their shared bed. Iris deadpanned, Lily grumbled incoherently; picking up a sage green dress which she happened to have— and hadn’t worn in ages— the female sighed, hands fisting in the fabric.

“ That’s the thing. I should just wear what I usually wear, but it feels.. Wrong! “

Lily complains, loosening her grip on the dress she was holding. She had never stressed on about her femininity. Though she didn't wear many dresses and preferred shorts and pants, she didn't defy femininity either. Just.. Thought it wasn't really convenient; It felt more like Iris' thing than hers. Just another choice of clothing made to impress people... And Lily didn't care about impressing people, surely not.

And surely not Paris.

But what a waste of clothing if she doesn't wear it... Every other clothing Lily owns, she had already worn multiple times in front of him. Only this outstandingly pretty green dress remains as the only other option. Lily thinks about how Paris hasn't given attention to what others wear except his own, maybe also how his eyes wander everywhere, taking in everything that's to be and outfits on mannequins, like a curious old person getting whiplash to everything's that changed over the years. It gives Lily a small sense of relief. A short giggle that flattens her anxiety a little.

Paris wouldn't matter what she wore.

Lily could wear a zombie costume and the worst she'd get is a deadpan from the puppet. Yeah... Puppet. He wasn't a man to impress! Nor some crush she wanted look pretty for, he was just a puppet.

A ridiculously handsome puppet— One she wanted to impress.

So, Lily wore it. Just to try on, just to see if she still fit the dress, just to see if she looked good in it for future possible occasions—

" Dude. "

Lily almost jolted at the sudden noise. Right; Iris was also here.

" You should genuinely calm down, sis. Wear that dress already! If you want to impress that 'stuck-up jerk' of yours, then go for it! Effort. Is. Everything. " Iris finally intervened, sitting up straighter in her seat, tired of watching her twin jumble over a dress that obviously looked wonderful on her. Foreign, but not in a way that's unpleasant. The dress was absolutely beautiful; A romantic, sage-green, one-shoulder minidress that showed off Lily's figure in a way that looked almost sophisticated but cute and also gave a unique standing to her eyes as well. It showed a slight daringness in the way the collar dipped low into the corner of her left without actually showing anything that could be considered too revealing. An incredibly romantic dress, suited perfectly for the girl wearing it. " Plus, you look amazing in that dress, sis. "

Iris added, an appreciative smile rising the corners of her lips after that somewhat awkward pause of silence. Lily still had Iris help her on what accessories to adorn, which she ended up going for her simple, usual green choker, after a bit of indecisive choosing. Paired with a small green purse with her phone and her wallet, and maroon-tinted lip-gloss on the usually bare lips. With all of it combined? Lily looked like an incredibly stunning lady; you could even call her a different person. All in all, Lily headed out, welcoming the sun on her dark olive skin that did little to relieve her anxiety of the what ifs and the imagination of Paris’ reaction to her new attire. Then, with a heavy conscience, she hailed an uber to the place they’d meet.

The loud bustling of the mall was still a little new for Paris. The sounds of countless voices overlapping each other, hearing footsteps everywhere, hearing the distant hum of the mall's music, it was a foreign concept for the toy who'd time-jumped 80 years into the future without warning. Of course, he'd grown slightly used to it, not finding it highly uncomfortable when inside the massive building like he used to since two ladies he's frequently with, often force him out, but Paris knows he'll never get fully used to it. Not for a long while, anyway. Anyhow, It's been 15 minutes since he's arrived. around 12 minutes earlier than the agreed meet-up Lily had insisted on. He doesn't exactly mind being early, but usually, if it were up to him, he'd surely been just on time. He isn't exactly sure why he'd come early with such a fluttery feeling in his gears. Paris had checked nothing was wrong, which wasn't anything to be worried of, but the feeling still stayed. Remained ever so present in the annoying way it clawed at his throat, like he'd forced something down his esophagus to "consume". He wasn't sure why he was feeling the way he was. Being also, somewhat "new" at the concept of feelings and being "human", but surely it wasn't much of a deal, human emotions were complex, and Paris could do complex. Just take a look at his innards! Hah.

Where was Lily?

Maybe he shouldn't be too squirmy about the fact it's already been 3 minutes, trying to console himself with how his brunette companion has a slight habit of running a little late— It was reasonable when he and Yumi would come over for a sleepover, and Lily would stay up way past when Yumi fell asleep; leaving the pair to dive into conversations that left Paris itchy to the heart— so yeah. It was probably just her shenanigans again.

It still made him a little restless, though.

it was almost pathetic to see himself, his prideful self, get so unraveled by some human girl, he's sure he jests, but the way his gears stutter as they shift inside him, supplying a dreadful emotion as to wonder just what could've happened to his emerald-shining companion. The dread doesn't stay for long, though. Thankfully. Because by then, he hears her familiar voice. That airy, fluttery quality of her honey-slicken voice, the small accent tainting her words when he leans his body to the direction he hears her voice, and boy, he understands why rom coms has those painful slow-motion scenes when the mc turns to see their love interest.

It was an incredibly new sight, both for Paris and for Lily when they finally meet face-to-face. Paris doesn't display his shock immediately. Blinking twice when he takes in the new look Lily went through. It wasn't ugly, at least, that was the understatement Paris gives himself when he tries not to give way a shaky smile.

It doesn't look good on her anyway. It looks hilarious on her. In fact, she looks so ugly in it. She doesn't suit it anyway. He want's to barf.

" You look pretty. "

Paris mouths, voice barely audible in the boisterous noise of the mall, eyes wide when he says it like he was discovering a fact.

" What? " " I said you look shitty. "

An offended gasp leaves Lily as soon as she hears that quick insult, throwing a curse at him like it doesn't squeeze her heart when she thinks it over. Paris can be so unreadable sometimes, it was something Lily knew more than anyone. His face barely holds emotions, except when he's boiling angry or when feeling melancholic. It was a miracle how Yumi was even able to get along with him so much. And right now? His face was especially irritating. Especially irritating when she tries reading his face and the only thing she can mentally note down is the way his eyes linger on her dress. Should she have not worn the dress after all?

Lily ponders if she didn't look as good in it as she did in the mirror.

Paris thanks his creator and the gods above and below that Lily didn't ear him say the first line.

" Now come on, we only have so much time to buy Yumi's gifts. "

Paris numbly stated, placing a hand on his hip as he looked away, incredibly thankful that he didn't have blood in his body, because if he did, he would've been blushing like a madman on steroids. He wishes he'd still commented something vague, though.

But he perishes the thought, pushing it aside for now to think about Yumi and what thing she would possibly appreciate as a gift, even if it was embarrassing to do so when he literally has no currency to spend in this godforsaken building. He only has Lily to depend on for the meantime; and he just insulted her.

What a.. 'fumble', as she would most likely called it. Paris wasn't entirely sure of how people formed today's slang, and never bothered to check until Lily used it constantly.

“ I’ll do admit. Though. You clean up nicely. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve probably thought you were the one having a birthday. "

Paris quickly replied after, raising a hand to scratch at his neck, covered by the tight-ish turtleneck he wore. Both walking to whatever catches their attention, and whatever looks like an appropriate store to buy a child's gift in. He doesn't register the other sight, though. Missing the rare occasion where Lily garners a heavy blush— from embarrassment or fluster is a detail she isn't sure about— around her cheeks, dark and velvety maroon against her mahogany-tinted skin. Not sure how to react to that rare, but back-handed sounding compliment, Lily could only stammer out a 'whatever' before she stomps forward to take the lead, heart pounding wildly and smile barely constrained when she has Paris follow her to the stores she plans to view to see if they'd get any from her list of stores she has in her notes app.

Maybe it wasn't a mistake wearing the dress after all. Maybe if it meant implying she was pretty. His pretty girl.

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The amount of hints of AI that I keep seeing in recent written works is concerning me. Like guys. Please. It's way too obvious at this point. And also the fact that NO ONE is pointing it out??? It makes me feel crazy honestly. Like am I being schizo??? What if I point it out and it turns out it's just their writing style??? Either way, the patterns are WAYYY too repetitive and I'm SOOOOOO tired of it gng...

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Write drabble of Witch Hat Atelier x Yandere!Reader or complete my 4 incomplete drafts of The Dummy's Dummy... Decisions decisions....🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

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Dating Polakov would most certainly mean a pretty toxic relationship if you're not careful or are too brash with him. He'd be the jealous type, 100%. And if he can't keep you from socializing, he'd rather then hide you. Hide things from you. Things about himself, things about what people told about you, would most likely use the power of manipulation while we're at it. He doesn't like sharing, he doesn't like being antagonized, and he doesn't like being wrong about things. You'll most likely have to do things his way if you'd rather live another day. It makes him insufferable too, his inability to be responsible for his wrong actions. You're there talking to him about how he was wrong for doing something and he'd go "Wrong? I do no wrong." Especially with things related of his purpose. About talents he's yet to master. It's troubling to communicate with him when he's refusing to admit his wrongdoings because "my creator made me to be right and to serve justice and so I'm always right and I did that because you were being difficult.", so god forbid when you try debating something with him. Goes wrong IMMEDIATELY. You can teach him new things, sure, you can teach him the ways of the present, you can ask him to do things for you with patience, but trying to communicate? Trying to get him to understand that he can be wrong of SOME things?? That'll need to hang behind the curtain for another 80 years until he is "able" to do so.

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"My Kind of Woman" - Marc Demarco

Summary: A small romantic blurb/headcanon of Kay and Iris to the song "My Kind of Woman" by Marc Demarco, a sweet duo that twirls around the blurred lines of friendship and something more.

CW'S: Emotional vulnerability, arguments, lowk fluff, ??? relationship, Possible OOC, probably terrible characterization, slight avoidance from Kay, working through bad habits, Yuri

"My kind of woman" — Like how Iris and Kay find each other in the little things of people, where Iris and Kay would unintentionally seek out friends who have some of the same traits as each other and have time with them whenever the other is busy.

"And I'm down on my hand's and knees, begging you please 'baby, show me your world' " — Like how Iris has to beg so so soo often just for Kay to let her know how she's actually feeling. Like how Iris desperately has to chase after Kay because she keeps running away from her and separating her personal health from Iris and it makes her sick with worry each day when she notices something off with kay, yet the ravenette only insists it's a mere migraine. Like how Iris feels so absolutely paranoid after the ghost camera incident to where Iris feels unable to breathe when Kay doesn't give a check up on her health every end of the week.

"You're making me crazy, really driving me mad" — Like how Iris sometimes starts an argument with Kay over her habit of detaching herself and isolating her actual self when she feels remotely unwell, ending in tears when Iris begs Kay to be honest to her because Iris hates being lied at and Kay knows so more than any of Iris's friends ever could and Kay apologizing and promising to try and be more honest (she ends up accidentally doing it again the next time it happens). Like how some times, even with how chill Kay might seem, she'll sometimes snob Iris for being so pushy with what she chooses to reveal to her. Kay loves Iris, she really does, but she can't deny that Iris has grown a little paranoid since the ghost camera.

"But that's alright with me, really no fuss" — Like how Kay often reassures Iris that she's alright, leading in many soft hugs and cuddles with movies and Netflix. Like how despite Iris's insistent behavior of constantly needing to know how she's doing with a layer of false nonchalance, Kay adores how worried Iris can be for her and so continues to shower Iris with affection, thus maintaining their relationship healthily despite the ups and downs.

"As long as you're next to me, just the two of us" — Like how even before the camera ghost, Kay has always preferred Iris's company and how everything slowed down to a halt being with Iris. Like how Kay is a very calm and chill person, but seems even more so around Iris, like the darker-skinned woman is Kay's personal chamomile tea and needs her around when she needs relaxation. Nothing sexual, of course.

"I'm feeling so tired, really falling apart." — Like how Kay would never complain when she was getting those waves of nausea during the camera ghost incident, but Iris still, always noticed when it'd happen. When warm, gentle moments become stiff with Kay's misfortune and Iris's overwhelming helplessness of not knowing what to do to help her, cursing Iris to remain at her side, merely being beside her and not being able to do more.

"I really don't know, why you stick right next to me," — Like how Kay wonders what she's done to have such a lovely, such a loyal 'friend' like Iris. Like how Kay holds her hand tight when she starts to feel dizzy again, biting the inside of her cheek as tears pool down her chubby cheeks, wondering, pondering in such desperation, in such a vulnerable moment, what exactly she has done to deserve such a reliable friend like Iris, who stares at her like she's the only good thing in her world. Like she's the best choice she's ever made in her entire life. And as Kay catches such a loving expression on Iris's face, she genuinely can't help but tear up again. Because despite the burden of her being sick weighs on Iris, she still spends most of her day with Kay. Like she doesn't worry her everyday, like Iris doesn't spend most nights awake wondering what possible methods she could use to ease her pain, even just a little bit.

"My, my, my my kind of woman." — Like how over time, the two slowly adapt to the little things the other does, and takes it in as a new accidental habit. Like how Iris soon takes Kay's habit of bringing up her wrist to her forehead when she's upset, or how Kay takes Iris's habit of having a small smile to look friendly when not talking to anyone or just idling around. Like how Iris and Kay sometimes bring of the other in their other friend groups, bringing up traits of them whenever the topic of romantic preferences come along. It makes it absolutely obvious to even strangers that they're already attracted to the other.

"And I'm down on my hand's and knees, begging you please 'baby, show me your world' " — Like how slowly, patiently, Kay starts to work around her avoidance of vulnerability, starting to get rid of her awful habit of pulling away when remotely upset, starting to open up when she feels off or dizzy around Iris, the two of them making baby steps together and celebrating when they get somewhere. It's mere inches, and Kay slips into that habit from time to time, but Iris is a patient woman. brimming with love and affection for the wonderful woman she's met called Kay, how could she ever stay mad at such a beautiful girl?

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As much as I like Beldaruit as a character I also think he's a pretty lackluster Sage

His job as Wise in Teachings is to oversee the education system of young witches. And it seems to be an important position since we've witnessed that this system faces many problems. From neglect and verbal abuse to physical cruelty and even sexual assaults, one would think that Beldaruit would work tirelessly to fix the systemic issues that allow such crimes to happen in the first place. But he doesn't. He even admits that all he really does as Wise in Teachings is listening to reports and lounging around all day.

But I also think that the fault doesn't lie in Beldaruit but in the whole system itself. Because in reality the job of the Three Wise is not to fix the system's issues but to maintain it exactly as it is now.

Ever since the Day of the Pact witches as a society has been stagnant in so many ways. One of them being their education system which, originally created only to teach a small group of disciples, which makes it almost laughably easy to hide all kinds of mistreatment and abuse from the public. And Beldaruit knows this but is still willing to continue on like this. After all the witches have an extremely black and white view of things when it comes to the Pact. Everything that is outside of it or new is viewed as dangerous. Even something well-meaning like a new education reform that would make children safer is seen as unacceptable.

And the worst part is that Beldaruit really cares. He loves children and is always surrounded by kids from the Assembly. He's even willing to take in the most traumatised children as his apprentices. Maybe to somewhat atone for his shortcomings as a Sage that should have protected those children.

Who knows. Maybe there will come a time when Beldaruit would finally decide to change things around in a way that would really help children in need. Only time will tell.

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do you think Beldaruit could’ve possibly took in Qifrey for this selfish reason of thinking that taking in such a traumatised child would even slightly atone for the things he overlooks? For his own sake and his own mental health thinking that if he can’t help the possible children in need, he can just deal with this one instead?

Like master like apprentice… Taking in apprentices for their own sakes…

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The concept of Paris wallowing in derealization when he finally gets a fine grasp on emotions, comparing to how open Lily and Yumi is to him having the concept of being "dangerous" compared to Ivan, his creator, practically labeled the figure he'd always wanted to impress, deny that of him and isolate him as a separate being like the brunette man wasn't capable of hurting as well... The concept of Paris slipping in and out of conscience whenever his reflecting gets a little too hard and Yumi has to personally shake him for him to bring him back...🤤🤤🤤🤤

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People trying to figure out what kind of kinks Kusuo would have but I’m wondering if he could possibly be— even just SLIGHTLY— hard of hearing. Since we all know that his telepathy reaches a 200 mile radius and he’s constantly hearing voices, I wonder if that means he kind of unintentionally ignores people too. Like think about it. I know that the inner voices of people don’t sound like actual physical voices, but it would be a very interesting thing to ponder if he often forgets to respond because of thoughts constantly barging into his head and it throws him off to where he kind of forgets how people actually sound speaking irl— even for just a moment.

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Kusuo being a 100% unreliable narrator means a lot to me. It really does. Because wdym a 16 year old is trying to dehumanize and put himself in some kind of derealization of reality so he can detach himself from dangerous possible situations where he has to use his powers (In this case, the loop episode and the volcano situation)

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💚🍏Parily headcanons (Crushes!)🍎❤️

A/N: I wanna write but I feel soooo lazy. So instead I decided on headcanons cuz... we all need it. Let's be honest. Also this is for compensation with the Parily oneshot since I haven't posted it yet and it's BARELY done. Anyway I love Parily. CW: Slight slips of angst, rlly long cuz I'm covering all sides of a 6-dimension-coin.

okay, so we all know Lily developed the crush first. She fell first, and fell harder. Based on the QnA from like years ago, Lily often confided in Iris. A lot.

So it's nice to say that she is DEFINITELY chatty when it comes to Paris. She always has smth to say about that puppet, I swear. She cannot keep her mouth shut and is 100% a yapper at heart.

When Lily first noticed the signs, which she didn't until way way later when everyone (even the puppet himself) suspected a little something from Lily. She completely shut down and took sick leave from her part time job babysitting Yumi for a while.

Now don't get me wrong, Lily HAS had crushes and has dated a few times here or there, so it's not new. But she still finds herself cocooning herself on her and Iris's shared bed and screaming into her side and going through the 5 stages of grief.

It's sweet, and it's hilarious to see cheerful Lily, someone as social as her, be confined in her room for the first time over a puppet that's way too old for her taste. It makes her feel so silly and embarrassing, like she was experiencing her first crush.

It almost takes her years to confess. Genuinely. That girl has much self-respect and knows her limits to understand that liking a puppet, something that isn't human, isn't good for her. (Nor uplifts her chances at all because of how distant Paris seems to be with romantic love.)

It doesn't stop her from admiring though, glances here and there like trying to get away with something she shouldn't be doing, sticking to his side and teasing him more than usual. She does everything in her power to make it seem subtle.

Actually, it takes a long time to even notice the difference. Lily is naturally a social butterfly. She's a people pleaser! She adapts to other's personalities, she hangs out with everyone, and always greets people anywhere she goes. She's that popular. So when she starts gravitating towards Paris a little more, barely anyone bats an eye. It's hard to imagine something going on between her and a guy because it's just natural for her to be talking to everyone.

But when people do? They drop that they know instantly, and they watch Lily shrink and shrivel up like a dried up flower. It's laughable.

In the end, she accepts it! Doesn't go anywhere with it... Because you know how Paris is. (she doesn't.)

Speaking of our non-human fiend, he's the type to mistake it as a deeper platonic love. He doesn't catch feelings quick, and he surely, rather, would not. Romantic love never seemed like his strong suit.

until he realizes that Lily is doing just that. It drives him into denial. Cold, hard, and unmoving denial.

He acts normal. In fact, he almost feels disgusted when he finds out. I mean, let's be real here. This is the same guy who said he loves Yumi like a pet owner would to a dog, and then proceeded to develop an actual sibling relationship over time. He doesn't notice the change, and would rather not.

When he finally can't keep it in the denial zone anymore? It's when Yumi and Lily defend him instantly after finishing his story with Ivan. Yumi is a very persuasive child when she bats her eyelashes just enough.

And that's when he glances shortly at Lily, fleeting, swift, and unemotional, he just feels exasperated.

He accepts it without a fight.

and even more surprisingly? It's more noticeable than Lily, and Yumi's the first to notice.

Of course, our dear, emotionally constipated puppet only has a handful of people in his social circle. And those people already know him enough. So of course they'd catch on quicker when the corners of his red-painted lips twitch into something softer when Lily leans in to throw a playful insult at him, the sharp glint, worn down from months of spending time with the two humans he'd grown to cherish, speak in whispers his highly sensitive ears can't grab onto quick enough to hide it.

He only snaps back with a glare to Lily, unable to form a smart quip like he would usually, and unable to hide the fluster in his twitching, increasingly shy grin.

He also ends up hating Lily for a period of time because of the things she makes him feel unintentionally. He's petty like that. And plus, he despises the squeezing of his heart when Lily turns her gaze to him, emerald eyes glinting with mischief and something softer he knows is more than friendly banter.

Expect the two of them to banter around like an enemies-to-lovers slow-burn book that's a hundred and thirty pages long which ends up with them only holding hands. Yes. Yumi loves the show. (her observing eyes don't miss a spot when they both start acting weird), but even the most patient child gets tired of it eventually.

And like you would expect, Yumi is a great wingwoman. Very persuasive, and very careful when she plans.

and on a seemingly normal evening, while Yumi and her moms are away for a family hang out, Paris gives a sigh, picks up the old phone Lily passed to him for communication, types in the series of numbers he'd grown to memorize to call, and once she picks up after the third ring (something Paris had noticed over time. He's the more observant out of the two of them after all,) and decides to speak the very sentence he'd rehearsed a million times in his heart, dignity thrown away when his voice cracks, but it's okay. Because in the end, he ends up saying anyways.

"Lily, I like you."

"WHAT?!"

I most likely missed on a few things, but I'm currently sleep deprived and lowkey hallucinating fried chicken. I hoped you liked reading it......... This was honestly so half-baked... sobs...

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The thought of Ivan depending on Paris the whole time he was created. The thought of him just leaning on Paris to carry him to bed, or leaning on him to cook, to remind himself that he is still human no matter how much lives he'd taken indirectly due to all the other creation's he'd meticulously made makes me sick. I mean, that man was isolated af. No friends, the people hated him, his sister would've probably not really wanted to talk to him from the disappearance of her child, his family unknown, he lives alone, so it's hard to think he'd have any basic contact towards people at all. Just the chastising and the constant whispers around him. It's hard for me to say, but seeing as Paris was most likely his only companion that time... He'd definitely had depended on the dummy more than he liked to do so. Adding a little more to the guilt he feels since deep down, his wrong-placed kindness still holds paternal feeling to the things he creates, especially when Paris told him that the others probably didn't attack him because they held such a deep admiration towards him. Ouu I'm sick... I'm so sick y'all.... sobs sobs...