Have you ever consider what mla member “type” is when it comes to looking for a partner? Like both physical and personality wise?
It’s fine if you wanna answer.
Oh oh oh! I have totally considered this
RE DESTRO (Rikiya Yotsubashi)
Rikiya is bisexual imo. He’s not chasing aesthetics, he’s chasing conviction. Like he could literally be into anyone physically, but if you don’t stand for something he’s already bored. His whole deal is strength + legacy and that bleeds into attraction too. He loves people who feel like they know where they’re going; you don’t even have to agree with him, you just need to be steady enough that he can’t knock you over with a single push.
And he absolutely goes feral for trust??? Like if you give him real, deliberate trust, it unravels him. He won’t come onto you first most of the time, he’s too wrapped up in being the “Grand Commander,” but the second you step forward and make it clear you’re choosing him, that’s when he bites. That’s when he gets interested.
I also love the idea that he’s proximity based — like he’s not falling in love at first sight. He’s falling in love because you keep showing up. You sit through the endless speeches, you’re at his side when the meetings run too late, you don’t flinch when he gets sharp. That’s what actually gets him. Not fireworks. Consistency.
So yeah, his type is def people with spine. People who are deliberate, who know what they want and aren’t afraid to want him back. He cannot stand flippant, weak-willed types, but someone who radiates strength (whether that’s physical, emotional, whatever) he’s already halfway gone.
Trumpet is fucking gay, and he could literally have anyone he wanted in the MLA — smooth tongue, clean suits, politician smile — but his type??? He likes them younger (think 20s in comparison to his 38 year old ass), pretty, bright in the way that makes him feel sharper standing next to them. He notices posture, he notices how someone carries themselves, and his first instinctual attraction is this one’s lovely.
But what gets him, what rots his brain, is low self-esteem. He has such a savior complex it’s ridiculous. If you’re quietly drowning in your own doubts, he wants to scoop you up and polish you until you shine. That’s the hook. But he doesn’t want worship, not really — he gets enough of that from crowds. What he craves is someone who believes in the cause, who believes in him as a competent leader, but still treats him like a man, not a monument. Someone who can laugh with him, play stupid games, drag him down into something human.
And oh my god, people who overwork themselves into the ground? People who are the honest kind of tired? That fucks him up emotionally more than anything. Because he sees himself in that, all the hours poured into speeches and structures and keeping the revolution breathing, and suddenly it’s not a weakness, it’s a mirror. He loves the cracks in people, loves when someone is so sincere in their exhaustion that he can’t spin it with rhetoric.
So TL;DR Trumpet’s type is: pretty, younger men who don’t realize how much they’re worth, who believe in the bigger picture but don’t bow at his feet, who can laugh in the middle of all the heaviness, who wear their tiredness honestly. He doesn’t want perfect. He wants someone he can save, someone who can make him feel like all his effort actually lands somewhere real.
SKEPTIC (Tomoyasu Chikazoku)
Skeptic is fucked and we love him for it. On paper he’s sharp, cutting, obsessive genius blah blah, but romantically? He’s a mess. Socially awkward, flustered the second someone looks at him too long, absolutely the kind of guy who short-circuits if you smile at him for real. He wants someone steady because he’s not. He’s frantic in his own head, spiraling constantly, so his type is someone who can stand like bedrock without turning it into pity.
And conviction matters to him, but it doesn’t have to be MLA doctrine line for line. He doesn’t need a perfect comrade; he needs someone who just believes in something. He can handle disagreement as long as it’s not hollow. What he can’t stand is people who float through life without grounding.
Also let’s be honest: he’s a freak. He doesn’t need an exhibitionist, because the whole point of his voyeurism is that he’s intruding on something private. He wants the intensity of watching someone unravel where they thought no one was looking. He is not well, and his type needs to be okay with that without trying to out-freak him.
He’s independent to a fault, easy to spiral, self-centered in ways he doesn’t even notice. He is 100% the kind of guy who would program an AI girlfriend to bitch at before risking real vulnerability. Sexually he’s like. . . “idk man, dicks, puss, whatever, I like watching people break down.” The act isn’t the point, it’s the data, the disassembly, the proof that someone cracked open in front of him. And like age wise he doesn't. Care. It's the emotional stuff that gets him more, and he's at that age where he could swing in either direction of sugar daddy or sugar baby (/j but I do have him at like 24)
And the most important thing to him: when he’s spiraling, he does not want someone to coo and coddle him. That makes it worse, it feels like condescension. He needs someone who can grab him by the shoulders (metaphorically or literally) and ground him back into reality. A “hey, stop, this is what’s real” person. Someone who stabilizes without smothering.
So I'd say Skeptic’s type is steady, grounded, a little fucked-up themselves but in a different direction. Someone who has conviction, doesn’t flinch at his cracks, won’t feed into his spirals, and won’t baby him when he breaks. Otherwise he’ll just go back to yelling at his laptop and calling it intimacy LMFAO
Geten is just. Yeah. He’s the guy who cannot even look at softness unless it’s been earned through absolute strength. His type is someone strong enough to rival him, someone who doesn’t falter, someone he can actually respect. He doesn’t want an equal in the “we’ll share power” sense — he wants someone he can border on devoting himself to. That’s the draw. He doesn’t understand easy love or casual intimacy; his attraction comes from merit, from someone proving over and over that they deserve to be looked at by him.
Also I blasted him with the ASPD ray gun I don't make the rules. He's aromantic spectrum. He’s not running on that classic swoony heartbeat love, he’s running on devotion and respect and that weird gray area where loyalty feels more like worship than romance. But he’s not ace, not ap — sex is still on the table, intimacy is still on the table, it just doesn’t come wrapped in those fluffy romcom packages. He’s down for queerplatonic bonds, down for demiromantic ties when the trust and strength are undeniable.
He wants strength he can stand under. He wants someone who doesn’t compromise, someone who embodies conviction so completely he can look at them and think “yes, this is the right shape of power.” That’s when his loyalty flips from ideological to personal. That’s when he starts devoting himself. He doesn’t have room for softness otherwise. It embarrasses him. It feels wrong. But if you’re strong enough? He’ll give everything.
People who can meet his power without flinching, who can give him something to kneel to without making it pity or coddling. Someone who makes him feel clarity instead of confusion. Someone who is, in his own cold terms, worthy.
Curious is. . . hm. A lesbian to me, and she’s a walking contradiction I think. She presents like she could have anyone she wanted — manic smile, camera always rolling, this whirlwind energy that drags people into her orbit whether they want to be there or not. But her actual type? She’s chasing obsession. She wants someone who can keep up with her, someone who doesn’t get drowned in the speed of her energy.
Physically, she’s not picky in the conventional sense, she notices presence. Pretty faces, striking features, bodies that photograph well. If you catch light in a way that makes her want to click record, that’s the first hook. She’s a journalist, she’s always cataloguing, so her attraction skews toward people who look like story.
But emotionally? Oh, she goes for the extremes. First attraction? People who crack under pressure, people who spiral, people who show her something raw she can dig into. She’s a voyeur in her own way too, but instead of Skeptic’s private surveillance, hers is performative: she wants to pull the truth out of you on camera. The messy breakdown, the confession, the trembling honesty — that’s her kink, that’s her romance.
And she doesn’t want someone who worships her (she gets enough of that from an audience). What makes her lose it is someone who challenges her, who pushes back, who doesn’t fold to her manic energy but matches it or redirects it. She wants a sparring partner, someone who can laugh as hard as she does, someone who can be cruelly honest right back at her.
Her type is also people who bleed for their cause. If you’re tired, if you’re battered, if you’re burning yourself alive for what you believe in — she cannot look away. That kind of devotion makes her itch to capture it, to sink her claws in and follow it. She doesn’t even care if your cause is hers, she just wants to see you live and die by it.
So people who are striking to look at, obsessive in conviction, messy enough to unravel, but strong enough not to disappear under her lens. Someone she can record, pick apart, argue with, laugh too loud beside. Someone who feels like a story worth telling even when the cameras are off methinks
