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I’m in love with him I need him PLEASE

dude still reacts like that to pleading 26 years later LMFAOOO

#losing my mind #ren💖

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Finished my Fox cosplay (I used BTD2 Rens wig since I didn’t wanna deal with the other one lol) enjoyyy

#ren💖 #btd ren #boyfriend to death #btd #tpof #tpof fox

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HOWLING BARKING DROOLING

hot girl summer

#HE LOOKS SO GOOD BESTIE

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Hello tumblr I love Ren Hana

#I am struggling today hush #ren💖 #rambles #btd ren #boyfriend to death #btd

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I’m an OG ren enjoyer : 3c had these forever

Does anyone have any of these old Gato keychains? Asking for a friend/j 👉👈

#ren💖

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i am so obsessed with ur writing 🩷 this is actually really tame but i feel weird requesting it lol. could i get ren (or anyone really) with a reader who has a small chest (boobs? breasts? tits??). havent felt insecure about them in so long until recently and im spiraling. u can go from there with whatever u want. thank u!!

thankl you!! i've been literally all about boobs lately so....yeah alright!

900+ words, fem mc, chest referred to as breasts and boobs. you know how it goes.

Your entire life had a subtext now, which you were beginning to learn during your imprisonment.

You were watching placidly as Ren put together a new anime figure, his little, pink tongue poking out as he carefully lined up each notch of shiny plastic and pushed them together, all contributing to the elaborate diorama that he had probably spent way too much money on.

You might have rolled your eyes at his childish indulgence, his total lack of awareness as he put together a model of a busty cat-girl trying to hold a towel to her heaving chest, had you not been having a slightly…well, self-conscious moment about your own body.

Because there was that subtext now.

The lingering thought of not being good enough for Ren, so much so that he had to fulfil what you couldn't give him with perverted toys and crudely drawn pornography.

"You don't…really like girls like that, do you?" You mumbled, idly chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Hm? Like what?" Ren asked, not looking up from the task at hand as he slid a miniature plastic towel rack into place on the thick base.

"Like," You sighed and rolled your eyes, almost annoyed at yourself for asking. "This character…do you really think she's that pretty?"

"Yeah, of course I do!" He said, looking up like you were saying the obvious. "She's one of my favourites for a reason, you know, she's a total cutie pie. Like, she's depicted as heavier in the manga, obviously, but I really like that the anime was mostly faithful to her body type and skin tone." He was rambling now, as his eyes went back down to his figure and he smiled even wider. "Cus, ya know, you don't tend to see anime with chubbier girls, let alone anime that merchandisers pick up on...."

"Mph," You looked to the side, embarrassed that you had been so self-conscious to begin with. "R-Right…of course."

"What, are you jealous?" Ren then asked, his golden eyes on yours again and a coy smile on his face

"I'm not jealous!" You said quickly, looking back towards him. "It's just…well, i-it's typical that you'd think like that." You huffed and crossed your arms. "You don't actually care about…well, representation or whatever. You just like girls like that."

"Girls like what?" He grinned again, his fox tail wagging as you stammered and over-explained.

"Like…" Your cheeks flushed. "Big boobs and stuff."

"Mm, that sounds like you're jealous. Jealous over a girl that doesn't even exist, hah!" He barked out a hyena-esque cackle and leaned over his desk, bringing his face closer to yours. "Well, what's wrong with liking curvy girls? Obviously, it's important that Kitten-Chan is heavier, for, like, body positivity stuff or whatever, but…I do just think she's really cute. What's wrong with that, huh?"

"Whatever…" You rolled your eyes again. "Forget I said anything."

"No, no, this is way too cute" Ren laughed, pacing to the other side of his desk, and pressing his chest to yours in a close (and non-consenting) hug. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at you more closely. "You're all flustered and stutter-y. It's pretty fun to tease you like this."

"What are you teasing me for?" You murmured, as his hands drifted down your hips, toying with the tie of your pyjama shorts.

"Because it's cute, and because I want to, duh," Ren replied with another little titter, keening in closer and rubbing his nose against your jaw, down your neck. "And you're such an easy target for it too. I mean, look at you." He leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck, giving you a quick little nip. "You're even defensive about your boob size~"

"I-!" You yelped at the bite, cheeks flushed and your hands trembling down at your sides. "I'm not…defensive about that..."

Ren then raised his head to look you in the eye, his expression nauseatingly smug and his ears raised high.

"Oh, you're not?" He asked, raising a brow. "Sure is looking like it to me, sweetie…"

He then reached upwards for your chin, lifting your head and holding your gaze as his own narrowed, his expression hot and hungry and dripping with that unspoken subtext between you.

"You have no reason to be self-conscious, you know…" He murmured, the hand on your hip reaching up to your chest, idly pawing at you. "I mean, I like curvy girls, sure, but I like you too." He chuckled again and lowered his lips back to your neck, kissing the spot he nipped as he slid his hand down the front of your tank-top and palmed your breast roughly. "You're the one here, after all."

"You say that like it's a good thing…" You sighed, your hands still trembling from the effort you were putting in not to reach forward and grab his hips like he had to you.

"I think it is…" He replied, running his thumb (his claw) over your swelled nipple, and relishing in the little gasp you let out at the contact, the way you jerked and trembled. "And I think you think so, too."

You bit your lip as he reached forward and pulled the front of your tank down, the barely-there heft of your breasts not enough to keep it rolled down completely.

"Don't be so insecure, sweetie," He crooned, both hands now squeezing and groping at your chest indulgently. "I like your small boobs a lot…they're just so cute."

"Mm," You bit your lip to hide a fuller moan, your face flushed and your eyelids fluttering with pleasure as his claws dragged over your nipples again.

"And so sensitive~"

#as a flat chested ren enjoyer this makes my heart so happy #ily anon youre not alone #ren💖

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AAAHDKSKFKSKFKDLF YOURE TOO SWEEET EEE ITS JUST A DOODLE

“EEEP it’s just a doodle it’s rlly messy but you and I as promised >\\\\\< I hope you like it sir”

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Oh my…this is lovely my dear.~ You captured us so well!~ Might frame it honestly.

((Art by @pawwzuu !!!))

#SCREAMING #kittenchancorruptionarc⛓️

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was thoroughly convinced that my style hadn’t changed at at all, i was wrong LMAO

i saw this drawing in my memories from exactly a year ago and thought “hmm what if i redraw that?”

#HIIIIM #amazing art Op! #ren💖

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As a self shipper in the BTD community, I feel like it’s incredibly important for me to talk about the importance of acknowledging where our priorities lay, and how/why we do what we do. Let’s discuss!

Firstly, to those who don’t know me, hi! My name is Alice, I’m 23 years old and I’ve been self shipping with Ren Hana from the BTD universe for about five years now. So, what does this mean? What is self shipping?

Summarized, self shipping is exactly what it sounds like; inserting yourself into the media you enjoy, and shipping yourself with a character you like. Now, I’m not here to discuss the ethics and/or morality of shipping oneself with fiction, that’s a whole other discussion and not quite what I want to talk about here. I also feel it’s heavily irrelevant!

What I do want to discuss is the extremist topics and situations present in the BTD universe, and the want/desire to insert yourself into these extremist scenarios. You may be asking why on earth someone would want that, even more so draw themselves in these scenarios? Allow me to explain my perspective, and maybe I can expand your thoughts a little bit on this topic.

I’m going to preface all of this by saying the most important statement of all; I have a life outside of the way I present online! I assure you, even though I seem to talk about Ren Hana 24/7, I am very much focused on many other things including education in perusing a career.

The only reason why it seems so excessive is because this is my escape. I talk about Ren and that fantasy when I want to distract myself from unpleasant feelings or situations in my real life.

Which leads me to my first point, this is all purely fantasy, fiction. If you think about the concept of being kidnapped, tortured, taken advantage of, it sounds horrible. But when you play out these scenarios in your head, when you are able to safely practice these desires to escape, it’s a whole different ball park. Therein lies the difference between something real, and fiction; it is under the control of the person involving themselves in said fantasy. It’s practically roleplaying with a trusted partner, but that partner is fictional.

To further elaborate, I am someone who is heavily disturbed by true crime, gore, real life situations that harm real life people. It makes me feel physically ill and it sits with me for so long, and I’ve even developed paranoiac episodes due to true crime episodes or podcasts- it’s not something I enjoy in the slightest. To assume someone who has darker fantasies enjoys the suffering and hurt of others in a real life situation is incredibly crass and disrespectful to one’s character.

Secondly, from a whole other perspective, Ren Hana is a character I feel deeply connected to. Not just as a person, but a character. The changes he has went through canonically and narratively is something that I resonate with deeply, and quite frankly, I feel understood when it comes to his character. This is something that just happened and really wasn’t within my control, he’s a comfort character of mine by chance, not really by choice, not to sound dramatic, but it’s the truth.

Thirdly, to really tap into the universe and him as a character, his interests and likes make me feel incredibly validated! I am someone who is very shy, I struggle a lot socially and due to this it’s hard for me to make connections. Ren being someone who enjoys someone like that, it makes me feel incredibly validated and, well, wanted. Not only that, but his affinity for high aesthetics, specifically cutesy, frilly things, it brings me immense joy! I feel incredibly validated and noticed, I feel like me, as a person, I am getting noticed and appreciated for who I am, and that is so rare. Of course I would cling onto him immensely, you would too!

To summarize, everything here brings me joy, and no distress whatsoever. It’s all under my control, I get to decide what happens, and that’s what makes it so enjoyable. Now I am just one person with one perspective, but I assure you that if you asked around, everyone would pretty much have the same response.

If you took the time to read this throughout, thank you, and I hope I expanded your thoughts on this topic, even just a small bit!

Have a wonderful day/night. Thank you again! 💖

#btd ren #boyfriend to death #btd #tpof #rambles #ren💖 #ykmet

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stopping here: still love him

I’m in love with this man

#btd ren #boyfriend to death #ren Hana #ren💖

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🤍

#alice’s closet

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I’m in love with this man

#ren💖 #btd ren #boyfriend to death #btd #ren hana

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hhNNN I LOBE HIM

different ren art stuff from all times.

#KICKING MY FEET RN #ren💖

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drew the ren man🦊

#oooOOUGH LOVE THIS ARTSTYLE #ren💖

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UNDER APPRECIATED ART DETECTED, EVERYONE LIKE REBLOG AND FOLLOW RN!

tee hee

edit: i just realised i drew the cloth mirrored lmao

#ren💖

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#alice’s closet

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AAAHHHHHHHHXJDKFKKG

d is for...

Relationship: Ren Hana/Reader Rating: Explicit Contains: Dumbification, Dollification, Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk Length: 1200+ words

a very kind request from alice, thank you so much!

my commissions are open, so if you'd like a fic of your own, enquire within!

"I'm kind of surprised you're interested in this kind of thing, you know."

Ren was lying on his back, his head lolling over the side of your bed as you pulled the bow around your waist a little tighter, forcing the fabric to bunch up and exposing the petticoat under your skirt. 

"Why is it such a surprise?" You asked, looking over your shoulder. Your blonde wig was long, almost long enough to span down to the small of your back, and complimented the pastel pink dress very well. "Is it that strange that I want to look cute?"

"Well, wanting to look cute is one thing," Ren replied, turning onto his belly and resting his head in his hands, his ears tilted back and his tail idly twitching and wagging as he looked at you, his fangs hooked over his lips. "You look more than cute, though...like a magical girl."

You giggled coyly and looked back at yourself in the mirror, knowing your cheeks were flushing a healthy pink beneath your makeup.

“Thank you,” You murmured with a little nod, pulling the heavier strands of your wig over your shoulders. “That’s sweet of you to say.”

"Or a...a doll." He continued, getting up from the bed. "It's cute. Really cute." He smiled and looped his arms around your neck from behind, resting his chin on the crown of your head and nuzzling his face into the plastic fibres of your wig, making you laugh. "I like it a lot."

"I know you like it," You murmured shyly, covering your mouth as you giggled, eyes flitting to the side as a smile came to your lips. "I...like that you like it. It makes me feel...I dunno, appreciated."

"Yeah?" He asked, raising a brow in the mirror and looking down at you with his own smile. "You like how much I love my little doll?"

God, he always knew how to get to you, didn’t he?

"Doll," You repeated, your cheeks flushing a little darker when you tried to look away. "I'm...mm, I'm not a doll, not really."

"You look like one," He said, tittering to himself as he gently urged you to face him, leaning in close and nuzzling his nose against yours. The gesture was sweet, if a little condescending. You didn't mind that, though. "I bet you would even act like one, if I asked you nicely, right?"

"Well, what does a doll act like?" You asked with a tilt of your head, brushing your fingers through the longer parts of your wig.

"They act dumb," He replied quickly, his smile broadening into more of a grin, his fangs (his sharp, cannibal teeth) wet and sharp. "The act, like, airhead-ed and ditsy, or whatever."

“Like, do they?” You teased him, though he just smiled through it. "That's not completely true," You continued with a little pout, though your flushed cheeks had not subsided even a little. "Some dolls are smart...they talk, for one."

"Mm, yeah," He murmured, narrowing his eyes and giving you a more lecherous look. You didn't mind that either. You liked that he wanted you so badly that he didn't care about looking like a creep. "But that's only because they've been told what to say by someone that owns them, someone smarter than them.” He took your hands in his, forcing them to still at your sides. “Or because they have a drawstring in their back, and can only say, like, three phrases."

He chuckled, considering you further for a drawn-out moment of quiet, before he reached his hands around to the small of your back, feeling the knot of the bow.

"What would your drawstring say if you had one, hm?"

"H-Huh?" You flinched as he pressed two claws right in the middle of your back, and you could feel instantly how sharp they were, even through your dress and blouse.

"Well, since you're my dumb little doll," He grinned and tilted his head, chuckling to himself when your cheeks flushed again. "You can only say the things I tell you to...right?"

"Ah...mmhmm," You nodded slowly, biting your lip as he pressed closer to you, his claws pulling back and replaced with his warm (firm) grip, possessive and authoritative, silently telling you to listen and to obey him.

"So...what should you say?" He asked, though you knew it was a rhetorical question. He didn't want you to say anything he hadn't told you. "How about...'I love you, Ren'?"

Easy.

"I love you, Ren," You repeated obediently, a warm smile coming to your face (dimpling your cheeks, creasing your eyes) when he let out a satisfied sigh, his hands slipping down beneath your skirts and petticoats, and to the soft plush of your thighs and backside (a dress like this would have needed tights and bloomers in polite society...but you were nowhere near that anymore).

"Aaand...'I'm a pretty doll'?" He suggested with a raised brow, his groping hands massaging and squeezing your ass, making you flinch and squeal. 

"I'm, mm," You gasped as his hands sank down the backside of your panties, warm skin against skin. "I'm a pretty doll...ah."

"Good girl," He praised, giving your powdered cheek a quick kiss. "And, mm," His hand slid forward as he thought about his last request, and his eyes gleamed when he found the wet of your cunt quickly soaking into your panties. "'I'm sooooo wet for you right now'? That sound good to you, sweetie?"

Your thighs trembled as you felt him touch you, your fingers reaching up to curl against his chest as you pressed closer.

You were glad that he let you do that much.

"I'm, nghh..." You moaned, clutching onto him tightly as his probing fingers slid up and down your slit, feeling just how turned on you had gotten in such a short amount of time. You were so easy for him, after all. "I'm soooo, so wet for you right now...mff…" 

"God, you sound so dumb right now. It's adorable," He cooed as his lips trailed down your cheek. "I can't get enough of it...keep talking, dolly, keep telling me everything I want to hear..."

You gasped as one of his fingers slid easily inside of you, rubbing against the walls of your entrance and stimulating all of your nerves in one go.

“Ahh…I-I love you, Ren,” You moaned, clinging to him even tighter, your legs trembling when his free hand reached up to your chest and idly rubbed at your nipple through multiple layers of cloth, giving you a minute amount of stimulation that somehow still got you shaking and moaning. “I love you, Ren, I love you, Ren…”

“God, you have no idea how much I love hearing that,” He murmured, his voice almost a growl as he pressed your body up against your vanity, knocking things askew in his hunger. “Such a good girl, sweetie, such a good, dumb, pretty girl…”

“I’m,” You gasped, pressing your thighs together as his thumb trailed over your swollen clit, giving you even more painful stimulation. “I’mmm a pretty doll…”

“Yes you are, baby,” He replied, leaving a line of hungry, wet kisses down your jaw, your neck, stopped only by the heavy shock collar around your throat.

He didn’t trust you enough to take it off just yet.

But you didn’t mind that.

“I love you, Ren…”

#THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM SO HAPPY #THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA #HDJDJDJFNDMDKG #ren💖