#ravioli oc

[aka-indulgence]

Will Ravioli be my Valentine 💕

a resounding YES!!! Of course he would!!

He’ll even be your valentine if you DIDN’T ask!!!

[soundlymanners]

Stretches?

@aka-indulgence and @llamagoddessofficial 's OC, Ravioli

I was doing my stretches the other day, Imagining him doing the stretches perfectly because of literally having no bones to hold him back. Also imagining him just randomly visiting during the day? Followed you to your workout/yoga class without you knowing and just watches you through the window until you do notice? or until you turn to see what the movement in the window is and nothing's there. Either or.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Rav (my & @aka-indulgence's son) fun facts, for those who just arrived;

His full name is Ravioli. He didn't have a name before he met you. When you asked, he panicked and said the first human-sounding word he could remember.

No one's quite sure what he is. Something ancient. Something bordering on eldritch. Whatever he is, he seems to have a soft spot for humans, enjoying those who aren't scared of him. And he enjoys you very much.

He lives in that hoodie. He occupies this smaller, humanoid body, to be able to spend time with you. Squashing himself down into such a small form seems to have an effect on him, physically and vocally - he speaks differently, he acts funny. Though how much of his 'silly' is an act and how much is real is anyone's guess.

Very affectionate with you. Perhaps overly so. Delights in calling you his girlfriend, squeezing you in 'hugs' (wrapping his long arms all the way around you) tracing his claws through your hair. His love is very animated. He will show up at your window at midnight and tap on the glass until you let him in.

He can command most insects, and see through their eyes. He also eats them occasionally - free pest control!

He researches human ways of showing affection! There's nothing he loves more than showing his adoration in ways you can understand. He observes couples in public, reads books. He's a fast learner.

His eye colours correspond with his emotions. Green is his baseline, neutral colour. The warmer his eye the happier he is! Orange is happy, red is love. Cyan is upset, blue is Start Running.

His eyes are generally yellowish orange around you. Because you make him happy.

Surprisingly, he's great with kids! Small children who like bugs are some of his favourite creatures of all.

He seems... lonely.

When he can't be with you he gets very quiet, very hard to read. He's resentful of people you seem to like more than him. He's very attached to certain romance movies and watches them over and over at night.

When he's grumpy, he sometimes squeaks like a moth. He gets embarrassed about it. It's very cute.

[aka-indulgence]

Ravi likes to eat bugs right? Would he like a candy box of assorted arthropods for V day?

Man I’m so late for this one but. Yes 🥺 he would love that so much

He would also love if you gave him conventional human snacks but the fact that you gave him arthropod snacks for him would make him so emotional…

He can’t believe you got him bugs :))))))

[aka-indulgence]

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Even when he changes forms, he still adores his bug just as much

[llamagoddessofficial]

What would Ravi do if their chosen human embroidered a new hoodie for them? Little hearts on the sleeves or something.

(I am unsure how attached he is to his current hoodie though with wearing it all the time don't want to mess it up and upset the noodle-)

Rav wasn't saying anything.

You held out the hoodie a little further. Well - less held out, more held up. You had to hold the bundle at almost a fourty-five degree angle. Your delightful 'boyfriend' loomed over you, like a dead willow, all at once gnarled yet smooth yet alive yet dead.

"It's for you," you said. The hoodie was surprisingly heavy. But that made sense, it was a lot of fabric. He was a big guy.

Two warm yellow eyes, with tiny cat-like slit pupils, stared blankly down at you. No sound, no movement. No nothing.

...

You pursed your lips. His complete lack of reaction was ... well. Rav was always somewhat unnerving, that was just what he was like. But this was a different kind. One you weren't accustomed to.

A little of your excitement fizzled away.

"I-it's... I embroidered it," you continued. You would've pointed at where you embroidered, but you had to use both hands to carry it. "See? The cuffs are... you don't have to wear it right now, I just..."

Rav moved. His long arms lifted from their usual position hanging limply at his sides like stuffed tube socks. His sharp black fingers wrapped around the hoodie, taking it from you - though his digits were thin, they were incredibly long, his hands easily double the size of yours. If you saw his hands in the dark, it wouldn't be hard to mistake them for gigantic spiders.

Rav lifted the hoodie up to his face. Still once again. Staring, completely soundlessly, at the garment.

Does he not like it? You were beginning to worry. Does he know what embroidery is? Is implying he should change hoodies offensive to him somehow?

...

His body remained completely still. But his eyes changed colour.

You didn't notice at first. Gradually, like a night light shifting between settings, the warm yellow orbits transitioned into a very deep orange.

Oh! You felt your nervousness dissipate. You knew that colour! Orange was good. Orange meant happy. He did like it!

... But his eyes kept going. They kept changing. You watched, confused. The orange deepened into a firetruck red, the kind he had when he was flirting. Then a true red. Then it was a rosy red, red you only saw when he was going in for a kiss. A cherry red...

... Until his eyes were pink.

Pink? You couldn't say you remembered his eyes ever being pink before. You had no idea what that meant. Was he happy? Rav's pupils widened dramatically, from tiny slits into large dark circles.

He buried his face into the front of the hoodie. Obscuring his expression entirely.

"Rav?" you asked. After him standing in place for almost a whole minute without saying or doing anything, the sudden movement surprised you.

He was making a noise. He was purring, definitely, but there was another sound underneath it. A sound almost like moving water, like innumerable tiny legs and carapaces wriggling and scraping against one another. Like putting your ear to a wall and hearing tens of thousands of insects scuttling around on the other side.

Something wrapped tight around your waist. You yelped - you were so distracted by the sounds he was making, you didn't notice one of his hands had come away from the hoodie. A snake coiling in prey, it easily drew you into him, lifting you clean off your feet and smooshing you against his chest.

"Rav!" you instinctively grabbed on to his collar for support, legs dangling underneath you. He always felt alarmingly strong and firm under his clothing for a creature that acted so... liquidy. He smelled like a house you had returned to after a long holiday. "We talked about this, ask before grabbing!"

He lifted his face from the hoodie. He blinked, long and heavy, his eyes 'rolling' in their sockets under the weight of the action. His eyes were at slightly mismatched angles, and had shaped themselves into delighted upturned crescents to stare at you, bathing your entire face in the lovely rosy hue you'd never seen from him before.

"My human loooooovess meeeeee," he said, in his vaguely raspy, sing-song voice. He started to lean over you more, squishing you to his chest. "Loves me sooooooo much,"

"Y-you like it?" Pride welled up in your chest. Who wouldn't enjoy such an enthusiastic reaction?

"Yessss. Yes yes. I like." His face was barely inches from yours. You could feel each word, breathed out against your face. "I wear now."

"You don't have to wear it right now,"

Rav's eyes immediately snapped back to their normal shape, zeroing in on you. "No I will wear it now."

Something like that probably would've scared you when you first met him. But now, you just snickered. You knew him well enough. He wasn't upset, or trying to scare you. He was just... passionate.

"Okay, okay. I'm glad you like it."

His eyes changed colour one more time. To... red.

"Gimme kiss."

...

Uh oh. You immediately leaned back, pressing your hands against his collar. "When did you last brush your mouth?"

His smile emerged out of the dark of his hood, like a string of lights in a midnight ocean. The same red as his eyes. "Hmmmm."

"When."

Rav leaned forward, trying to close the distance. You pushed back further, like a cat trying to wriggle out of the arms of an overly affectionate owner.

"What have you been eating?" Your legs kicked helplessly. "I know for a fact your mouth is all gross!"

"Kissy kissy," he crooned.

"Eugh, no! No!!"

You rarely had conflict with Rav. He liked to do what you wanted, he greatly enjoyed when you approved of his actions. Being a 'good boyfriend' was very important to him. You certainly never argued, he was far too sensitive for that.

But... him wanting to give you kisses?

Like many of your interactions with this bizarre creature, who took an otherworldly delight in being your 'boyfriend'...

... You knew that whether or not you got your way was entirely dependent on how he was feeling today.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Reading that headcanon post has me acting up- Specifically sobbing over the idea that he calls you "girlfriend".

He's too precious and i don't doubt him, but see my angsty vision:

With him being an insect-like creature, ancient and more primal than not, his understanding of the world and it's secrets is probably different from human comprehension. He understands human language the best he's learned through the years and years of just watching, he might try to understand feelings too but he experiences them somewhat differently... so... To him "girlfriend" means something way stronger than what an actual girlfriend is for humans but what if you question that? What if you insist he's just confusing you with a meal? You insist he doesn't love you, he only wants to play with you as prey or a toy or a pet. And the worst part? Is that by the point you figure he's that old and powerful, you've grown fond of him, way too attached even if he still spooks you sometimes. You've tried very hard to understand how he actually sees you but every time you describe a concept like "girlfriend" or "wife" he seems to agree but he also describes it as "more". He's grown to learn how to tone down his visceral descriptions of absorbing your entire being to become one with him forever so you never leave him... And that first description still hasn't left your mind. Sighhh, thank you for coming to my tedtalk...

AAAAAAAAGH

If you told Rav you're afraid he only views you as a toy, I don't think he'd be all that surprised. But I do think he'd be a little heartbroken. He tries so hard for you - working to express himself in ways you can understand, mimicking behaviours he hopes will get his affection across. The fact that it isn't enough... it stings. He really really wanted you to see him.

He understands that you'd have doubts about his feelings. It makes sense. He's an eldritch beast that showed up at your door one day and wouldn't leave. Who wouldn't question his motives? Who wouldn't worry that he might hurt you? For him, the line between loving something and consuming it is very thin - perhaps completely nonexistent. How do you know which side of the line he falls on? How do you know he (an insect by nature) even feels love? Who wouldn't fear that, given how long-lived and intelligent he is, this is some elaborate performance, and you're just one in a long line of prey who never got to warn each other because they all got eaten...?

He'll try to explain. Explain that you're special, that he'd never eat you because then he can't make you laugh, that just because he's difficult to understand doesn't mean he's lying. But even so, after that, I don't think you'd ever see his true form again. No more centipede - just Rav. His nature clearly frightens and confuses you. The less he can remind you of what he really is, the better. Does part of him still hope that one day, you'll be able to see the real Rav again? Yes. But not today. Not for a long, long time.

He gets cuddlier. He wants to squish you and forget everything. Monsters get insecure too.

[soundlymanners]

he's sheltering you from the rain ;v; how sweet

Ravioli belongs to these two! @aka-indulgence @llamagoddessofficial