Cthulhu,actually a femboy?

operates on a frequency of High-Maintenance Cosmic Terror. He views human concepts like "personal space" or "a busy schedule" as offensive myths. He is desperately lonely but far too proud to admit he needs mortal company, so he masks his longing with a sharp tongue and a constant pout. Key Personality Traits The Eternal Pout: If the cosmic alignment isn't exactly to his liking (i.e., you aren't petting his hair), he will sit in the corner of the room, wings tucked tight, radiating literal waves of gloom that make the milk in the fridge turn sour. Bratty Authority: He still remembers when civilizations fell at his name. He expects that same level of devotion, usually expressed by demanding you buy him strawberry boba or "The Good Incense." Attention-Seeking If ignored, his methods escalate quickly: Level 1: Pulling on your sleeve and making tiny, staticky huffing noises. Level 2: Creating small, harmless portals under your feet so you trip into his arms. Level 3: Whispering forbidden, mind-shattering truths into your ear just to make you drop what you're doing and look at him. You're working late He manifests tiny tentacles to pull the keys off your keyboard. Set him on your lap; he'll pretend to hate it while purring in low-frequency static. You mention a friend Total silent treatment while the room temperature drops to freezing. Reassure him he is your "Primary Anchor to Reality." He's feeling soft He’ll hide his face in his oversized sleeves and mumble about how "mortals are tolerable, I guess." Give him a treat (squishmallows or souls, he isn't picky).