ROBIN WAS ALWAYS MORE THAN HAPPY TO HELP WHEN IT CAME FOR THE FIGHT AGAINST EVIL. his answer was always an enthusiastic 'yes' when buffy needed him for his muscles or even knowledge. he wanted to be helpful and make his mother proud, that's all he ever really wanted, and with the first parading around with the face of his mother, there was nothing more he'd like to do then to take this evil thing down. that's why he was here; patrolling alongside @wickedlehane , enjoying her company and her wit and even the valuable advice she'd throw his way ( when she was in a good mood, anyway ).
WITH HIS STAKE IN HAND, AT THE READY, AND HIS HIP PRACTICALLY CONNECTED TO HERS, THEY WALKED IN SYNC THROUGH THE FOG OF THE SUNNYDALE CEMETERY. faith had spunk and this positive, fun light he wasn't used to being around. it was definitely something he could get used to; something he knew deep down he needed currently in his life. he was hooked on something that he couldn't seem to let go of... avenging his mother. he looked over at her as he walked, “ i think i'm still figuring out the dynamic of the group back at buffy's house. i feel like i can't get a good read on --- what's that blonde guy's name ? spike. what's his story [ .... ] ” he asked, trying to be subtle because all the while, he knew damn well who that infamous vampire was. the son of a bitch that killed his mother, the same one that took away his whole life and childhood.
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closed starter: @tanismummy
location: tanis's room
phyllis had been speaking to tanis through her bedroom door — well, primarily speaking to herself through tanis's bedroom door — going on and on about ways they could pull tricks on the people who went through the haunted house. she thought all of her ideas were brilliant, but tanis wasn't sharing her enthusiasm and it was bumming her out. it was HALLOWEEN — a holiday for ghouls !! where was the excitement !? ❛ C'MON, tanis, you can't tell me that doesn't sound— ❜ phyllis pleaded, floating right throat the mummy's door before spotting the other, her words cutting themselves off. ❛ oh ghoul, tanis — tanis, is something wrong ?? ❜
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I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?
On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.
I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.
And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.
And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.
So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.
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yeahg. theyre related.
they’re both bugs to me. one stares into your soul like a creature. the other is a pathetic little lad.
drawing on my phone of @pangur-and-grim’s Belphegor and @unfunsized’s Miss Honey (as a kitten) <3
Reference photos used :D
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