https://www.tumblr.com/horrorshunt/821932293359828992/i-love-demon-clown-enderdragon-branzy-so-much?source=share
to add to this on the enderdragon Branzy x demon Clown: I genuinely find the idea that they both had shitty childshoods in the end/nether respectively so cute in a twisted way because I love to imagine they just heal eachothers inner children, like they're just actively being soft and patient and gentle to eachother and taking care of oneanother when they need it, lieterally babies are learning they can trust again and that they can be kind to eachother to make up for the fact that the world wasn't kind to either of them, I legit love that so much for them, and moreso I think that that would kinda make them such amazing parents if they do have kids, I wanna sob and hug them :((
im shaking you violently. yes, absolutely this.
its messy. its not simple. theres lots of confusion, lots of defensiveness, lots of lashing out for reasons they don't understand at first. why are they so scared? why are alarm bells ringing in their head? why do they want to push the other away, yet cant imagine a life without the other at the same time?
Clown who was raised to always be strong, always be a fighter, never let his guard down, never truly trust anyone or let them get close. Clown, who for some reason finds himself melting under Branzy's touch. depending on your hc: a warm touch that reminds him of home, that reminds him of the urge to fight, the need to prove himself, the need to be strong, yet oddly finding himself relaxing under it. finding the warmth comforting instead of alerting, and not knowing what to do about that at first. OR: a cold touch, something so foreign to him, something hes not used to. new means danger, new means unknown, new means he must be alert and aware and cautious at all times. maybe hes even weaker in the cold, which would mean the urge to get away, the urge to pull back in order to keep his strength and be at his max potential. yet, under Branzy's cold touch, he feels comfort, he feels gentleness, he feels all the things hes not used to and it makes him think that maybe, the cold isnt as bad as he thought it was.
Branzy, raised in isolation and silence, not knowing how to trust others because he was never given the chance to learn, didnt know how letting others get close even works. maybe he did learn, at some point, only to get betrayed, and he took it as a lesson to never let anyone get close again. Branzy, always alert and aware of the danger everyone around him is capable of, and yet finding himself relaxing under Clown's touch. Either: a cold touch, the feeling of home, a reminder of the loneliness and isolation he was raised in, the eery quiet and the lack of anyone around to talk to. a touch that, when its Clown's Branzy finds himself weirdly comforted by, because the touch is a sign hes not alone, that someone is there with him, that maybe the silence isnt such a bad thing, and Branzy feeling so wrong yet so right to lean into it. OR: a warm touch, foreign, unfamiliar, new and scary and unsettling because thats his weakness and new means unknown which means danger but yet its Clown, which makes it comforting, makes it soothing, makes the warmth that means danger feel safe and alluring. warmth, which is probably what Branzy is weak to, finding himself succumbing to it in a way hes not used to. not cowering or submitting out of fear, but because his guard is down for once, and he feels like he can, like hes allowed to, and that thought is so terrifying and unnerving yet so nice at the same time
