I love Chise Hatori x Elias Ainsworth, and if they ever did consummate there marriage in the future, I would be fine with it as long as itâs initiated by Chise first, and they are both emotionally mature with Chise being around twenty-five or so. The thing is, that isnât my focus. While I do think about it, I donât do anything weird. I would honestly rather see a canon adult version of Chise before anything like that. If that never happens I'm fine with it because not everything is about sex! holy shit.
I love them together, but they are still far from ready for romance. Elias didnât even understand what marriage actually was, and that was very apparent in the manga. One thing Iâve noticed about this fandom, especially back between 2016 and 2018, is that everyone was so freaky in it. Some people would sexualize Chise even though sheâs a minor, which is completely disgusting and gross. I donât care how many people try to justify that.
Some even made rape fantasy stuff, and of course youâre going to get that type of thing because there are weird people on the internet. That doesnât mean I have to be fine with it. If anything, Iâm disgusted by it. If you can take Elias Ainsworthâs character and headcanon him as a rapist, I find you disgusting. How are you going to mischaracterize him into something that vile and depraved?
He isnât a pervert. He isnât a rapist. I donât believe he preys on Chise at all. He also isnât some âinnocent cinnamon roll.â Heâs a complex character who happens to be very attractive, but that isnât all he is. He has so much depth, itâs crazy.
Let me list a few things.
1. His emotional naivety and curiosity about the world.
He doesnât understand his emotions whatsoever. He studies humans like a scientist studying a new species. When he expresses to Chise that he doesnât know what a certain feeling is, itâs genuine and not detached. His journey is to learn empathy, morals, boundaries, and love , things that come naturally to humans but not to him.
2. His power versus his restraint.
He isnât weak. If anything, heâs incredibly powerful. Heâs ancient and capable of doing horrible things, but heâs also childlike in how he handles that power. An example of this is when he threw a tantrum out of jealousy over Chise, or when he tried to sacrifice Stella because he was scared of losing her. Sometimes he lashes out when heâs jealous or confused, not because heâs evil, but because he hasnât learned how to process emotions in a healthy way. His monstrous side and his gentle side are constantly in tension.
3. His identity and self-loathing.
He doesnât truly know his origins or what exactly he is. He desires to belong, but he never truly can. This makes him lonely and dependent, especially on Chise. He often confuses love with possession or safety, which isnât healthy, but I believe heâs getting better. Heâs learning, and so is Chise, so that they can eventually have a fully healthy relationship.
4. His intelligence and ignorance.
He isnât some stupid idiot who should be babied. Heâs incredibly smart and knowledgeable, but completely ignorant of the social and emotional parts of life.
5. His growth through Chise.
Chise is like a mirror that forces him to see whatâs missing in himself and grow as a person. Through Chiseâs pain and healing, he learns compassion and mutual care instead of ownership and curiosity.
His relationship with Chise is complex. It isnât romantic early on, and even now, itâs still more about emotional development. I hate when people dumb him down with labels that completely miss the point of his character. Calling him an âinnocent cinnamon rollâ or a âhot himbo daddyâ pisses me off. The first one annoys me so much, and the second one just tells me you donât actually like his character , you just reduce him to being attractive.
And of course heâs attractive, Iâd hit, but heâs so much more than that.
overheard an npc asking another about a breakup and it made me think about prominent guardians basically being celebrities in the city and all their business is just out there at the mercy of public opinion
the horror of being "god's favourite princess". literally one of my favourite horror themes. the god loves you and it's so scary.
it will always choose you. you cannot die. you'll always come back because it loves you so much. you are its right and left hand, its eternal weapon. it will drown you in its light. light as horror. darkness as horror. what if it thinks you are its best friend.
you are god's favourite princess and it's terrifying.
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
As you die peacefully of old age everything goes white and you find yourself strange place, vision blurry, you sense someone approach and you hear them say, "ok, you lived an entire lifetime as a human. What do you think? Are they worth keeping or should we start over?"
trees are very đ„ș because sometimes iâll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and itâll sway its branches about in the wind and iâm like oh my God iâm alive and YOUâRE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think youâre so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. itâs just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing
"Aro/Ace person gets given a love potion" story but instead of them being immune or whatever, it DOES work, and they realize IMMEDIATELY that they've been fed a love potion because this feeling is so wrong and foreign but everyone keeps laughing off the idea of it being a love potion because "they were probably just a late bloomer" or "no, you just finally found the right person!" and it's just a horror story about how no one believes them even though they know, they KNOW this isn't right and they can't stand it.
All the people who keep saying âor, consider, they just suddenly really love their family/friends/pets/hobbies/etc!â in the notes 1) are missing the fucking point and 2) owe a loveless aro ten bucks
It's about the feeling of something foreign invading your body and your mind. It's about finding yourself inexplicably obsessed with something that's completely out of character for you. It's about feeling like you've been body snatched and absolutely nobody around you is clocking the imposter. It's about being forced to confront how there isn't anyone around you who would even be worth loving, because if they were then they'd be trying to help you when you say you need help, for no other reason than that you have said it.
Something is wrong something is wrong something is wrong.
You donât drop your drink on the bar floor, you place it gently on the bar it was served on, as you feel your heart pulse in cut time, while your face flushes and your hands shake. Next to you, a warm smile, a gentle hand, a deep voice asks,
âAre you alright?â
And your heart sings, your pulse leaps, all you can think is I love you, I love you, I love you! and you feel sick with the infatuation of it all. âIâm fine.â is what you eventually say, but it comes out unstable, higher pitched, than you want it too, and in turning away you watch your friends trade glances with one another.
âSheâs in love!â One of them, Rachel, says to the other.
âI never thought Iâd see the day!â The other, Beth, replies.
Something is wrong! You try to tell them, but you canât get the words out, as they trade giggles and hushed tones while you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.
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Inside, you face yourself in the mirror. Water has done nothing to calm the fire in your gut, and the butterflies in your stomach swirl to a stampeding rhythm.
Youâve never been in love before, and you never thought you would be. You love, you have always loved, or sometimes loved, or kinda sorta loved, before. But youâve never been *in* love; beyond passing curiosity, youâve never wanted to be. It took a while to be okay with that, and an even longer time to acknowledge it, but this is how you are and regardless of how you, or other people, feel on putting a term to it, itâs how you imagined your future remaining.
Asexual. Aromantic. The bane to love-song propaganda. The constant butt of every joke that cries âThis is what it means to be human! To Love! To Love! To Love!â.
Right now, you donât feel human. This feels wrong, like a violation, like someone reaching into your nerves and burning them with the uncomfortable jolt of electricity, forcing you to jitter and move against any conscious choice. Forcing your blood to rush, and your mind to fill with him, him, Him!
Ants bearing love notes and centipedes scrawling heart-felt confessions skitter and scrape across the undersides of your skin. You would cry, you think, if your mind wasnât cotton stuffed full of Love.
âThere you are!â Rachel says, entering the bathroom to find you, shaking, wiping down your face one last time with water and crumbling brown paper towels.
âSomething is Wrong.â You tell her, finally able to think without that man drowning your thoughts, content to be a constant undercurrent for now.
âIâll say!â She laughs, âLook at you, you couldnât take your eyes off of Joshua back there!â No, no no, she has it wrong. Youâre not here to think about Joshuaâs soft blue eyes- Stop it! Blue: ice scrapping, chilling you to the bone.
âYou donât get it. This isnât normal. I canât stop thinking about him. Iâve never felt like this before.â You try to impress. You want to scream. You want to throw up, a little, too, but you canât tell if thatâs you or the Love.
âTwenty-seven is pretty late to get a first crush, sure, but Joshuaâs a nice guy, I get it! Not to mention big, strong, and handsome~â She does that thing with her voice. That double entendre waver that you always thought was a little gross, when talking about someone in love.
Why doesnât she understand- âNo, I mean- Donât you think itâs weird? Isnât this out of character? I donât-â You canât, âBut now-â You canât even say it, âIt wonât let go. It wonât stop. I want to be with him, I want him to be with me! I feel weird! This isnât right!â
âYouâre being dramatic... but I guess that makes sense- itâs your first time, after all! Oooh, I canât believe I got to be there when you fell in love for the first time! This is so romantic, itâs like a fairy tale! No one was right, no one fit, you had resigned yourself to living a Loveless life, until suddenly, He appeared!â She sighs, dreamily. You think youâre going to be sick again.
But still, you stop and think. Stop to partition the little idiot in your brain that keeps designing cursive versions of your name next to Joshua, blossoming with bloodstained hearts in-between. Resigned, thatâs how Rachel phrased it. Is that how she saw it, saw you? The bathroom door opens- itâs Beth. Sheâll understand.
âYou two were having a gossip party without me?â Beth says, but thereâs no hurt in her eyes as she gives a sly smile.
âSheâs In Love~â Rachel taunts you, incriminating flush branded deep in your flesh burning all the brighter.
âI saw!â Beth squeals, and your stomach drops, hope failing, while your Love soars.
âBeth, youâll listen to me, wonât you?â You ask, desperate, a last ditch effort âThis isnât normal, this isnât right- I think maybe someone poisoned my drink-â
âOh, she just wonât stop.â Rachel cuts you off, rolling her eyes, âSheâs convinced, that just because sheâs never been in love before, that must mean thereâs something wrong.â
âBeing in love isnât wrong!â Beth responds to Rachel, sympathetic gaze turned towards you, reaching out to hold your hands like youâre a child needing comfort, âSure, youâve never been in love before, and change can be scary when youâre not ready for it, but shouldnât you be celebrating? Now you know you were wrong! It is possible for you to love! Isnât that wonderful?â
Youâve known Beth the longest, youâve confided in her the most. Every moment of your life had been charted out and experienced with her by your side, your best friend and confidant. She knew you before you had a name for what you were, and she had always acted supportive of your decisions. She was the first person you told, when you discovered your relationship with love.
Beth looked so happy, as she said those words âNow you know you were wrong!â
You canât. You canât look at them. But you also canât stay here.
âIâm going home.â
âAlready?â Rachel scoffs, arms crossed, looking at you like youâve said something ridiculous.
âItâs nothing to be ashamed of!â Beth calls out to you, as you shoulder your way past her to leave.
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No one believes you. You think thatâs the worst thing youâve discovered, about being in Love.
They see how your rash of a blush spreads when you talk about him, how you choke and stammer out praises mixed in with your loathing. They think youâre an idiot, new to your feelings, bumbling about them like a hormonal teenager, Love too big to think clearly. That last one is true, (Love all but suffocates you) but not in a way that you can make people listen.
Itâs amazing, how few people truly care, when they think itâs about Love.
You ask for help, but itâs not the kind anyone wants to give.
âSelf Sabotagingâ, âRepressedâ, âDenialâ, youâve learned there are a million different ways to tell you that youâre wrong for thinking itâs wrong youâre in Love.
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It is with vindictive satisfaction that you eventually prove your claims correct. When enough time had passed without you throwing yourself at Joshua like he undoubtedly assumed you would (and you were terribly grateful you were able to prevent), you caught him in the act of poisoning another drink. You had proof, and you took it to the right channels; you were cured and he would never do it again.
You were overjoyed, for a bit, but the victory itself was tainted. You stopped the villain, but the damage had already been done.
How quickly did those close to you turn, and how alienating it was, for no one to believe you. Puppeted by Love, reciting poetry of rotting verses, they mistook sweetness for healing rather than underlying disease. They must have seen the festering spread of Love as something to fill in the cracks of your character, instead of covering what little of you there was left beneath it all.
A gift in disguise, you think bitterly to yourself, as you wash the whole event clean. If your friends and family wanted you to be in Love, they can hold onto that fantasy- you donât plan on speaking with them again, after all. They can read about what happened to Joshua in the news, and you can find a better group of people to spend your time with.
It is with peace you find yourself, in a life without Love.
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