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ctrlseacat · 10 months
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lovesickeros · 5 months
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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sakurango · 1 year
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I ASK THE GAPS IN-BETWEEN MY DREAMS - WHERE SHALL I GO NOW? 🎨 東雲絵名 ♡ 04/30
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djinn-ale · 2 years
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girls when they bite and maim and plot your demise
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strawberryteabunny · 3 months
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for the lolita fashion ask: 1, 11, 19 💗
Thank you for the asks!! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა
1: how and when did you first get introduced to the fashion?
I don’t know how I first learned lolita existed- probably through anime tbh- but I remember getting into it through 2 things; I was browsing Pinterest for historical costuming ideas and I kept seeing these Rococo and Victorian dresses, except they were super short for ballgowns which really confused me (I didn’t figure out that they were lolita but I thought they were so pretty) and second- I saw a girl wearing lolita on my college campus! I wore casual jfashion at the time (Liz Lisa, etc) but even though I knew what lolita was it felt super out of reach and like something only girls in Japan could wear. But there she was, in real life! It was a magical moment. I wish I could remember what exactly she was wearing or that I’d gotten a chance to meet her again but she completely changed my life! I put two and two together and realized I could wear these Victorian-esque dresses myself 🥰
11: what's one item you have that you would never sell?
This is tough, I have a lot of things I really love… I think probably my IW Renoir OP though. It’s definitely the dress I wear the most (it layers really well with like half my closet too..) and unlike a lot of other pieces I love I wouldn’t be able to sell it for a lot of money either.
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Like, I would never want to sell my usakumya or my Milky Chan JSK but if I was in a bind financially they could be worth a couple hundred dollars each so if I had to it would make the most sense yknow?
I’d never want to sell my parasol either as it was a gift from my mom <3 and I have a couple vintage Gunne Sax pieces I’d never sell because with how popular the brand has gotten I’d never be able to replace them 😅 and I wear my Gunne blouses constantly too…
19: do you remember the first dress you ever saw? do you still like it?
Angelic Pretty’s Pompadour OP! I remember coming across it and not even realizing it was lolita, just thinking ‘huh someone made a version of Mme de Pompadour’s gown but they cut it so short, I wonder why’ haha. I’d love to own this dress! I’m a huge fan of the original painting and I think the color combo and design is so pretty. It would be a really nice convention/fancy tea party piece.
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strawberrybyers · 2 years
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let me tell you as someone who survived pop music artists stan twitter or whatever it’s called, marvel twitter, game of thrones twitter, and bts twitter (i wasn’t really involved with stranger things twitter but i trust you guys when you say it’s terrible)— it’s a shit show over on that app. like when people say they don’t want twitter users here, they’re not saying it to be gatekeep-y or whatever. they’re saying it because they don’t want to deal with seeing or experiencing any harassment.
twitter thrives off of toxicity. i think you can definitely attempt to create a healthy space for yourself depending on what your interests are, but i imagine that’d be hard because even if you don’t interact with anyone, you’re still seeing others interact with people in a horrible way. i know that being a part of fandoms that are big always led to there being drama every single day and drove me away from even wanting to talk about my interests. people really do help curate the experience you have with whatever you’re a fan of and when the people are bullying, harassing, and being rude; you suddenly do not like that thing all that much anymore.
you really have to experience twitter to fully understand it in my opinion. there’s a certain way that it works and it becomes very cliquish/cultish and idk it sounds dramatic for sure but the ones who have been on twitter and are saying it’s a bad place understand 100%.
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charlesleclerctv · 2 months
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what's ur fave one direction album.. cant believe we've never discussed this before
FOUR !!!! not a single skip 🫡 something about 2014 albums hits like crack
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greenieart · 27 days
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your LoD art made me remember how much I loved this series back when I was in high school. thanks for the lovely trip down memory lane, and your art is absolutely gorgeous
AWW THANKS SO MUCH!!! These books have been so much fun to read over the last several months and they’ve honestly single-handedly rekindled my own childhood love for reading and high fantasy. I’m happy to hear that you like my art and that my own enjoyment of this series has brought back good memories for you, I’m honored 💚
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jimimn · 1 year
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i love jimin so. so. much.
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you know i mostly really like my grad program and everything but i have very quickly learned not to ask too much about vision and hearing loss bc it turns out most of the faculty here know very little about those things. they know a little bit about hearing loss but really only in the sense of "get them fitted with hearing aids/CI as early as possible so they can develop like a hearing child". i really wanna learn more about language development in deaf, blind, and deafblind children because that's the population i specifically wanna work with (and have worked with in the past). and it's just been frustrating having my questions about those populations be met with "uh. i'm really not sure."
most of the faculty have been nice about it, but i have had the misfortune of being assigned an advisor who is borderline hostile about it. the first time i brought up this subject, (back through email when i was still deciding where to go), i was asking about an ASL elective that was offered within the program and whether there were any other electives with related topics. she responded by telling me that this was a masters program in speech language pathology, not ASL. great! you could've just said "no." the second time it came up was a few weeks ago when i talked to her about maybe doing a masters thesis (i won't be doing one, by the way). i said that if i were to do one, it would be about deafness, blindness, and/or deafblindness, and she said something like, "that's not a subject that's typically studied or taught in a CSD curriculum". as if it's just crazy that i as a CSD student would want to learn about something as esoteric as fucking vision and hearing loss! what a marvel!! not like those two senses have fucking anything to do with communication huh??? not like children who are deafblind face significant barriers in their development of language, the effects of which i have personally seen in numerous individuals??? clearly i'm really the crazy one here
#sorry this ended up turning into a rant about this specific professor lol#i did mean for it to be more general but she really pissed me off#she has in fact pissed me off two out of the two times i have spoken to her so that's cool#she apparently also sucks as a prof but my cohort has lucked out bc#she was supposed to teach neuro this semester and artic/phono next semester but isn't for unknown reasons#so we get other (better) teachers#apparently i will have to have her this summer tho :/#anyway as to why i'm getting steamed about this weeks after the fact#i'm currently reading a paper on deafblindness (that i personally chose for a class project) and it's just on my mind again#everyone in the class had to pick papers on a population of interest for them (like autism; down syndrome; selective mutism; etc)#and there's a public list of what everyone chose and i'm the only one who chose anything about vision/hearing which i guess isn't surprisin#but yeah the more i think about this stuff the more i kinda wish i had taken all my prereqs so i could have applied to go to gallaudet#if there's any program that's gonna have people who know more about these populations it's there#out of the places i was accepted i feel very confident i chose the best option#this place has a brand new asl program and so they are actively making efforts to raise deaf awareness in the dept#but even with that it's still astonishing how people in this field brush off knowing anything about these populations#like yeah it's very low incidence i can get that#but we still learned a bunch about fucking williams syndrome and that's exceedingly rare#and rare or not it has a demonstrable effect on language development which makes it extremely relevant#jesus i'm sorry for the tag essay i'm gonna stop#i am procrastinating as usual bc i can't focus on this paper even though i am very interested#here is that grad school tag
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ohhh my god, i forgot about this
#personal#im still thinking abt comparing shima and vash 🤔#ive thought abt them and they both are averse to conflict but for different reasons. and diff reasons for self loathing.#my boy shima has low emotional intelligence and is a people pleaser. he'll do what other ppl expect of him. he wants (?) to fill his role#BUT he still wont like it. mitsumi listened to a rumor abt him and he silently got pissed abt it and avoided saying why. he compared#himself to a nazi soldier bc he hates his inability to change/be decisive/commit to improving himself#from ch 10 to almost where the series is at rn he's still struggling w that. he prioritizes how he's perceived over anything else.#how likable he is is how much hes worth. he doesnt think hes allowed to be happy otherwise#shima also doesnt believe himself (?) when hes kind. he claims he doesnt really care. even when acting to make someone happier is#good enough evidence probably that theyre kind lol. if ur actually shitty u wouldnt do smth#while vash has the uwu puppydog babygirl vibe as much more of a strategic way to ease tensions. hes also performative in his role of#human typhoon and his rep. he doesnt like it ofc but chooses to use it in regards to others. while alone he might be full on suicidal#and trigun is ofc an action sci-fi but if u replace the ppl vash has unintentionally hurt w 'disappointed' (to be relevant to shima's pov)#its similar. tho the twin in trigun are meant to be hypocritical. vash specifically imagines second chances/love&peace for everyone but him#and goes out of his way to imagine rem (his mother!! who he idolizes) being disappointed w him if he does make a mistake#how trimax ends also kinda skips past his personal development concerning his perception and unintentionally (imo) uses him as a tool to#end the story#sorry i wrote an essay in the tags FHSDFHJSD
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todayisafridaynight · 9 months
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Did i already talk bout the funny similarities in arakawa and sawashiros designs cause im gonna throw up
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littlegoldfinchh · 1 year
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the way i would be fine with going to uni but im simply not built for oral exams. Randomly getting a topic out of 40+ possible ones and talking about it for 15 minutes while a person is staring at me and trying to boycott my speech by interrupting me every ten seconds to ask me random questions that are NOT related to my topic is torture. AND there's also the public humiliation because i have to do this in front of two other students. And of course i have to listen the comments about how lazy i am and how i should drop out and kms because im just throwing my parents' money out of the window
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ilostyou · 1 year
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honestly i dont think ive ever listened to any of their songs 😭 what are some good recs you have
omg 👀 well if you’re asking …….. here’s some of their Classics (aka their Big songs, kinda universally enjoyed, new and old): youngblood, ghost of you, amnesia, teeth, bad omens, she looks so perfect, take my hand
what’s cool abt 5sos is that they’ve really transformed their sound throughout the years so tbh there’s something for everyone - they started pure pop punk boyband (with very quality songwriting tho) then leaned more pop rock then etc etc etc kinda hard to define which is cool of them. what i’m tryinggg to say is picking specific song recs is hard bc it kinda can depend on what you usually like!
some of my all time favs tho - lover of mine, ghost of you, bleach, easy for you to say, close as strangers, best years, take my hand
if you don’t wanna deep deep dive tho i suggest listening to their latest album (5sos5) first bc it’s easily their best album to date and is just. overall objectively good lol
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If Robin ever found a copy of Frakenstein, he'd be baying for Victor Frankenstein's blood very quickly. (Grima's basically a Dragon version of Frankenstein.)
Oh for sure, the Frankenstein parallels are right there, right down to unreliable narrator. Though I wonder if Robin would really write off Victor completely, or if perhaps he would understand *some* parts of his perspective...
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captainderyn · 2 years
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Oh, oh, I thought of another one after I'd put my laptop away!! How was Ryn's relationship with her Cerberus crewmates in ME2? Did she warm up to any in particular/did she become closer to some than others?
OH! This is a fabulous question thank you so much <3 this might get long af, I'm not sure yet. (Edit to add: it sure did. Whoops)
I think before anything it's very important to understand how Ryn comes into ME2. Because uh...she's not thrilled about being brought back/resurrected/whatever because it freaks her tf out. She does not feel like she's in her own body (I guess she's...not?), she doesn't understand how to reconcile what happened and where she is not annnnd let's be honest no one ever really seemed to think "hey, has anyone considered that Ryn may definitely not be Okay?" (in game at least, we'll get to that). She's deeply unnerved by being brought back and the subtle things Cerberus seems to know about her that they shouldn't (I'm working on a fic about that eyy).
It was the intimate inaccuracies that unnerved her the most. 
Her hair was slightly darker than it had been, walking the fine line between wine-red and brunette instead of auburn. 
However they’d regrown it, it was thicker than it should’ve been after years of being thrown up in a tight Alliance-regulations bun or braid. It looked like they’d used her most recent pictures, from when she’d pinned Commander two…no, now four, years ago. 
The second thing to understand about Ryn is that she hates working with Cerberus. She saw firsthand in ME1 the really fucked up stuff Cerberus was doing, and that she's been brought back by them is...not okay with her. She rails against it again, and again, and again, until there's finally this sense of learned helplessness about it because she's pretty severely trapped. She damns the world, her friends, her family, if she leaves and someone needs to stop what's happening.
Overall, Ryn in ME2 is a much angrier Ryn than we've ever seen. Not towards the people out there she tries to help, or to her crew, but she is filled with so much anger--at the Illusive Man, at Cerberus, at the fact that no one is listening to her.
Whoo! Okay I'm going to stop myself there because I could go on and on with how Ryn struggles with working w/ Cerberus and reconciling the idea that she's alive again. I'm stuffing the rest beneath a cut.
For the crew! To put it bluntly, she gets along terribly with her Cerberus crew mates. Especially Miranda to begin with. In her eyes, Miranda is the one responsible for her being brought back, for being a tool to the Illusive Man. She feels as if information is being kept from her, and that all comes to a head regarding Archangel (as seen in Dog Tags)
But that was Garrus out there in the medbay, blown to shit from a missile. Garrus, who she’d found when looking for some ‘mysterious figure’ named Archangel . Garrus, who the Illusive Man had said was unreachable. 
If Dr. Chakwas told Ryn that she needed to leave and cool off, then she would’ve. But it was Miranda, in that chilly, above-everyone-else tone who’d told her to calm down. 
Then it was Jacob who had pulled her off Miranda, when Ryn had finally snapped and shoved the Cerberus brat up against the wall, biotics snapping around her as she’d shouted that they had lied to her, making her believe she was alone. Allowed her to find Mordin first when Garrus was cornered and under siege. 
Ryn and Miranda get along like dumping a bunch of gasoline out and turning a flame-thrower on it. Miranda sees Ryn as a lose canon who's being uncooperative on purpose and screwing them all over, Ryn sees Miranda as someone wanting to use her like a puppet and holding the people she cares about hostage. I really cannot describe how much the whole Garrus-cident set Ryn off like a bomb. She becomes feral-ly protective of the people who were on her crew that rejoin the Normandy SR-2.
They actually become friendlier as ME2 progresses and they begin to humanize each other, but it isn't until ME3 that they really because tentative friends.
With Jacob...Ryn also doesn't get along with him lol. Once again due to the whole Cerberus thing. She cannot comprehend how someone can look at the organization she's seen throughout ME1--committing atrocities and war crimes, and go "yeah, I'll stand by that" even if it was like the Alliance was doing nothing (because believe me, Ryn has her bones to pick with the Alliance too). And honestly? One of her biggest things with her Cerberus crew members is how she feels as though they dismiss her and don't see her as human to start out with. They just see Commander Shepard. A successful product of Project Lazarus. Again, as things go along, they become more cordial and friendlier as she gets to know him and his nuances. But she will never agree with Miranda and Jacob working for Cerberus.
Ryn does however end up pretty close with the rest of the crew! Mordin and Dr. Chakwas end up in this unlikely alliance to make sure Ryn doesn't snap and lose her absolute shit as ME2 goes on. Ryn works really hard to understand where he came from with the genophage, just like she does the rest of everyone's stories (because, wonderfully, no one in ME2 is unflawed! Which is awesome).
Thane is probably the companion she ends up closest to outside of her core of old SR1 companions (out of those, she's closest with Garrus and Tali, who she considers her best friends (and eventual more than that with Garrus obv) as she finds something very...quieting about being around him. He seems to understand something about Ryn's state of mind that even she doesn't and is a welcome presence to just sit quietly with.
Jack is...rough. To put it nicely she doesn't like Ryn at first. For a multitude of reasons, many being that Ryn, in her eyes, tries too hard for the world. She's too self-sacrificing, too altruistic, to the point that Jack is convinced she's not doing it authentically (nope, Ryn is just Like That. Some people will burn the world to the ground for those they love, Ryn will burn herself to the ground if it means their safety). Like most, they come around to each other, but it isn't until ME3 that they start to see more eye to eye.
Grunt is just standoffish to Ryn for most of the game. Ryn extends the olive branch time and time again, and eventually they reach mutual respect. Ryn and Samara also exist in a state of mutual respect and that's about it, Samara is very intent on her mission and her purpose and Ryn doesn't know how to break past that.
TL;DR: Ryn becomes a lot closer with many of the SR2's companions when she isn't under the Illusive Man's thumb. She may be depressed as fuck, on the verge of a complete mental break in ME3 but goddamn if she isn't much easier to get along with when she's not constantly railing against Cerberus and fighting against the Illusive Man's control.
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