Hiiii! Can I please request something with Soufflé? Maybe soft cuddling that leads to something else, but if you aren't comfortable with that, then just non binary (they / them) MA cuddling Soufflé after a long day?

- Soufflé anon 💕✨🌙

I mostly did the lead up TO something else if that's okay! Suggestive, and I tried to capture his character without having got him in my own game ;-; I feel like I played one of his events, but didn't get too far in it or at the very least it was a while ago. (Very sorry, I hope I did your boy justice ^^)

Thank you for requesting!

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All you could do was sigh when you got back home, and you headed to the bedroom only to flop down onto the bed. You groaned, and Souffle ran in, looking as confused as ever. He sat next to you, and patted your back awkwardly. You just knew Lilia and Vivian were clung tightly to him. He tended to keep them close to him at all times, and knew he could act differently without them. 

“Sorry Souffle…it’s just been a long day. Not up for doing anything really…” You took in a deep breath and turned over to lay on your back. “It’s good to see you though, you always calm me down.” You smiled, and he looked away with red cheeks. Reaching over with one hand, you took his free hand in yours. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke. 

“A long day? I know just the thing!” He gave you a small smile, and slid off the bed and over the span of a couple minutes made a sort of “pillow fort” in your bedroom. Your actual bed being in the center. He had a few little lights around in the room, fake candles and all that, so it looked really…well cute. “I-If I can…I could hold you? Make you feel safe?” He wouldn’t ever look at you when he made comments like that. Not unless he didn’t have his dolls with him. 

“Sure Souffle! That sounds nice.” Even your tone sounded worn out, and you maneuvered your way around the bed to be laying at the head of it. You laid down with your head on the pillow, and on your side as you patted the spot beside you. A yawn escaped, but by the time you had opened your eyes fully again, he was laying a foot or so away from you. It made you laugh quietly, and say “It’s okay! You can come closer.” 

He slid carefully, and slowly into your awaiting arms. When he wrapped his arms around you, you could feel the material of the dolls against your back. It wasn’t anything new, but it was comforting he’d let you get so close to them. He wasn’t exactly willing to let hardly anyone near Lilia and Vivian, let alone close enough to touch them. It showed how much he trusted you, and even just that made you trust him all the same. 

“Is…is this okay?” He hugged you a bit closer, before pulling back slightly to press his forehead against yours. He was making sure to not look at your eyes, knowing he could get so lost in them he wouldn’t be able to say more than a word or two. Though he did do it sometimes, it made him somehow even more flustered than he was on a regular basis. When he was already an extremely flustered person, it said a lot. 

“More than okay. Perfect even.” You laughed, and leaned forward slightly to kiss him. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it showed your feelings. He asked you often if you loved him, so you did everything in your power to make sure he felt loved. “I love you, Souffle. There’s no one else I’d rather cuddle with like this.” You kissed his nose, then relaxed more into his embrace. 

“I…love you too. All of me…loves you.” He sounded feeble, but the words were said with conviction. You knew he had another side, sometimes he was timid, but other times confident. Shy, then bold. It all depended on his mindset and how comfortable he was in a situation. Somehow, the dolls had something to do with it as well. But he always knew what he did no matter what he acted like, so it became common for you to even catch on to the slight changes. 

“It’s okay Souffle, I love all of you too.” A small laugh escaped, and he looked at you as if you were his whole world. And it may even be true, he certainly acted as if it was the case. He was precious to you, every detail. Every time he was happy, sad, any of it. “My Souffle…knowing how much you love me, only makes me love you more.” You reached and put your hands on either side of his face to pull him into a deeper kiss. 

He whined, loving the action and pulling you as close as he could. He was soft, and gentle as he kissed you. Even his hold on you, so careful as if he’d break you with any more pressure. He rolled his head to the side, and you did the same as you shared this intimate moment. Something changed though…he progressively got rougher. Still not rough itself by any means, but a noticeable difference. 

Your suspicions were confirmed when you felt his hands on your back, instead of the touch of Lilia and Vivian. The feelings went from comforting, to something more. You were pulled closer, and you felt his tongue run from the corner of your lips to your ear as he whispered, “I’ve missed you.” He chuckled, in a low and almost menacing tone. “Stressful day? I know how I can help you relieve that stress.” 

You were far from intimidated though, so instead you challenged him. “Think you can help me?” You laughed with him, and you let him roll you over onto your back while he hovered closely over you. “I think that’ll be alright. Though I’m not much in the mood for “rough” right now. Be gentle?” You tilted your head to the side and smiled up at him. 

“I suppose I could manage that.” He smirked, and leaned down, pulling you into another kiss. His hands wandered, from your back, around to your neck. Slow, but intentional. Using the tips of his fingers to span across your neck, and moving your head to the side so he had better access. “Don’t you just love it…coming back here, home to me. I can comfort you, confide in you…pleasure you. No one else can do that.” He chuckled against your neck as he trailed his lips along it. 

You sighed in contentment and let him do as he pleased. “My souffle…” You accentuated your words by putting emphasis on “my” and that little detail made him gently nibble on the soft spot on your neck as he chuckled at your words. He wasn’t always gentle, but right now he would be. “Not a human, not even a food soul I’d rather be with right now.” 

“Just as I am your Souffle…you are my y/n. Now and forever.” With the last word, he bit down just slightly harder and it made you gasp. “So now…I’m going to make sure you never have to worry about stress while I’m here.” His hands traveled, and rested on your chest as he squeezed, proving his point. 

“I want you to only think of me, okay?” He chuckled as he made sure you felt good, for him and him alone. “So for today, tomorrow, anything. No matter when or where we are, I’ll always make you feel good. Make you happy. Give you everything you could ever want. I’d do anything for you…” 

Hello hello, I'm here for the match-ups!

(for male hunter please!)

I'm 163 cm, have black hair, dark brown eyes, and I'm someone that you can call a gremlin, haha. Although people think I'm not so intimidating with my stature and my strength, I can put up a fight and would not hesitate to struggle or even kick someone's shins if need be. I do end up sometimes being a teensy bit snarky on people I dislike, which some people end up teasing me as being a rabid dog (but it's fine haha).

Aside from that, I actually enjoy drawing and writing— a lot! I'm a huge fan of doing digital pieces and drawing hairstyles, so I usually draw some to see how some of them look. I sometimes do have to look up how anatomy works though, because I don't really... Like posing all that much.

Ahem, other than that, for my personality— I'm really nice to a lot of people, even if some probably saw me at first as a recluse. I enjoy having to be there to help others when they feel down or need someone to vent or to listen to, making me the go-to therapist friend in the friend group. Other than that, I'm knowledgeable when it comes to dealing with conflict and especially with other weird things (mostly with DID/OSDD because of experience and research, anxiety and panic attacks and how to deal with it... That sort of thing) that actually helps me out a lot.

There are some drawbacks to it though, with one being that I'm a lot more stubborn and not as smart as people think. I'm not the type to go down without a fight (as evidence of my first paragraph haha), so I usually push through with my stubbornness unless I'm given a good reason not to. It has landed me in some bad situations, but I've learned my lesson ^^;

I am also honest to a fault and have a bad case of malicious compliance, though in certain issues where I can't resolve conflict, I use what I know and become a... Devil's advocate of sorts. I don't like telling others about it, though, but it's fun seeing people find out about it 🤭

I'm not sure if there's anything else I can say about myself, but I hope this suffices, haha. Anyway, I love your blog, and I hope that this entry didn't break any rules in match ups ^^ happy Valentine's day, admin!

HAPPY LATE (for me, at least) VALENTINES!! 💞💞 and tysm it means a lot <3334

i match you with...

antonio paganini! 🎻

you're short AND feisty? oh he doesn't even know what he's up against

finds it so funny when you try to kick his kneecaps with your full might nd he just scoops you up with his hair like it's nothing

in general he doesn't take your fight-iness(?) and snarkiness(??) seriously most of the time and it's hilarious to him compared how different you two are - short and fighty, tall and calm

if he's feeling extra evil he's going to wrap his hair around your ankle and hold you upside down in the air (not for too long tho he's not THAT mean) for the giggles

DRAWING HAIRSTYLES⁉️⁉️ you've got yourself the perfect muse

like imagine telling him you need to braid bits of his hair for your next piece and he just gently lays his head onto your lap and his locks of hair softly wrap around you ... heaven

anyways would pose for all of your anatomy studies, he even jokingly asks if he needs to take off his shirt (I MEANNNNNN)

generally speaking he makes up for his (sometimes) lack of physical affection by using his hair - wrapping a strand of it around your arm, waist or even fingers

he's too peaceful to even argue with you, each attempted argument will probably end with "whatever you say, amore. i know you have it figured out anyway. you're smarter than you think, lo sai che? "

sometimes he will argue with you for fun tho yk🧐 he enjoys seeing you pull conclusions and arguments out of thin air

since you often have to be a therapist of some sorts he's going to make sure that it doesn't affect you and that you can blow off some steam - feel free to vent to him too, he's a good listener and always ready to provide you with both emotional support and problem-solving ideas

doesn't like giving you life lessons and educating you whenever you mess up, he's not your dad after all and he fucked up a lot of things in his life too :/ just wants you to go with the flow and take every chance you get, if you ever need any kind of support he's gonna be there for you no matter what

sometimes i think about how my biological father was half the age of my mother and she was friends with his brother so she was well-acquainted with him before he was 18 and how she already had three other kids and he left before i was born so i was given up for adoption and my mother insisted i was given to a catholic family who would raise me to follow religion and my adopted parents were only adopting because they tried for a decade or so to have children but the mother was deemed infertile but after i was adopted they had a biological child about a year later which means their attention was turned from me to them and i ended up physically and emotionally neglected throughout my childhood and infancy because they developed a stronger connection to their biological child and i developed personality and attachment disorders because the people in my life i was supposed to be able to trust betrayed me in ways i can't talk about and didn't form a reliable sense of selfhood because i was always held to higher standards than my sister and they forced me into their religion even though i never expressed any belief or interest and they'd hit and berate me whenever i thought or did something they didn't approve of and there's no way of telling if it was myself or their pushing that got me deemed a gifted kid but that set the expectations for my entire life even though i really can't live up to it anymore but anyways somehow they thought it was okay to give me unrestricted internet access before i was in school and the internet became the only place i could figure out who i was in a sense and that was where i learned everything i know about the real world but there's some things you really shouldn't know and if you're exposed to it at a really young age it does irreversible damage to your development and it happened to me and it's happened to thousands of other people too and i was one of the kids who didn't get help and by the time i was taken to therapy as a teenager it was already too late and at that point i'd developed OSDD stemming from the lack of selfhood which was a complication of CPTSD as well as various other mental issues and i was put on dozens of medications over the course of the remaining years of teenagehood which restricted all further physical and sexual development essentially fucking over the remaining potential that i had and they wrote reports to CPS multiple times but nothing was ever done and the worst part about it all is that they keep trying to kick me out of the house but they chose me. they chose me. i was adopted, they chose me. and they want me gone because i didn't turn out how they expected. i was a child. i did nothing wrong. and i'm being punished for things that they did.

and i also think about since i'm physically and mentally disabled i'll never be able to work a normal job but i can't live off disability and i'm not even getting that at the moment and my parents don't support me and i have no other family or friends i can go to and i still need to transition but i'll never afford it and life isn't even worth living and i'm beginning to doubt it ever was and i wish i would have killed myself when i had the chance all those years ago and i hope someday soon i'll have another opportunity but the human body is surprisingly durable and i'm not about to go do anything reckless that doesn't have a high chance of killing me instantly so that severely limits my options

it's not like this is the full story, either. i can't remember all of it. memories come and go and i can't tell what i remember until i try to talk about it, but then it doesn't make sense since i leave out important details. i know some of the most significant events are left out, but i can't remember what they are. i know i'll remember later. i've cried about it before, and i will in the future, and i'm crying right now even though i don't know why. i wish i could talk about it, but i can't even tell my therapist. how do i know you won't use it against me. you'll treat me differently. i just want to be normal. please treat me like normal.

Whats all your plural feels about rvb? I'm not a system but im really curious what people in systems think about DiD in it

ohhhh boy lol it's a lot of things really. I'll try not to ramble too much... but I'll put it beneath a cut for scrolling's sake

I do want to say first that we aren't a DID system, but more in line with how osdd functions. but I think in rvb the way the fragments are isolated from each other and have that amnesia thing going on is more in line with DID proper?

rvb is unique (probably) in how the fragments aren't confined to a singular body which has always been super interesting to us (especially as someone with body dysphoria it's ... soothing? to think about being able to just. download yourself into another body. a super sick robot body. 😎 that's the dream baybee)

then there's the whole thing with Maine+sigma=meta that gets to me because sigma, for all his faults, wants to collect everyone together again and be whole and 'human' once more. like yeah he went about it all the wrong way ofc, taking over maine's mind and having him kill his friends to get at the other fragments... not good. but I absolutely understand that urge to connect with other pieces of your system (even if maybe he didn't realize this consciously? like he knew he was a fragment of some other ai but I don't know if he thought he just needed to collect 'enough' fragments to become metastable or if he knew he needed to collect the freelancer ai fragments specifically bc they were all a part of the alpha.) (and like I obviously can't speak for any other systems or even any of my headmates, this is just me, feeling that empty ache when I can't reach any of my headmates internally 🥲)

and then doc + omalley feel a lot like how our median systems work, kind of chilling up front together and equally likely to chime in with something. (although I guess especially early in the series you can't really call how doc and o'malley interact 'chilling' lol) honestly the more I dig into them the more their system origins mirror our own bc we were very isolated as kids and neurodivergent so our classmates were extremely shitty to us. he's constantly forgotten, ignored, sidelined, told to go away, and I think when Omega gets in here he's like "well I won't stand for this, I will make them listen" and while he doesn't technically stay I think that leaves a very big impression in docs organic mind that, you know what? I don't have to fucking take this. but I wonder if the pull between his commitment to pacifism and standing up for himself was too great and so he's effectively split along that line. we've actually had a headmate split like that bc of irreconcilable differences. (different context obvs)

I also really vibe with epsilon having his memories of the other fragments hang around bc he's lonely bc Im effectively front stuck (can't 'switch out') and get isolated in my little corner of the brain and it's hard to hear anyone else in here and it's hard for them to contact me too and sometimes I have a hard time distinguishing if I'm just imagining them or they're actually taking to me... but he's right, it gets lonely lol

and for something even darker! Maine as the 'Abandoned Meta', going from a head full of sound and life and thoughts and constant noise before the emp to just.... nothing. grey emptiness and silence. no purpose, no sigma there to guide them, no one to even look at or talk to. before all that was being a freelancer agent and that imploded so there'd be nothing to go back to even if they hadn't scooped him up to put in jail. and even if he had buried himself inside his mind to protect himself when Sigma took over and they started adding five too many minds into one already overloaded... the shock of the sudden change can't have been pleasant. even if there's the relief of not having all those other minds jammed into yours, it's still gonna feel like... ok. u know when u have a loud party for a long time but then everyone goes home and you're left by yourself in the quiet and suddenly it's too quiet and empty and now you have to pick up all the drink cups and take out the trash and vacuum? and the quiet is a relief but it's also weird and kind of lonely and you're tired and there's a lot of work to do to fix everything up again? I think it'd probably feel quite a lot like that.

I think those are the big things that stick out rn, I appreciate u asking :) hope I didn't confuse you too much lol