#akko is my bias okay?

[mollyjames]

No okay you have to understand netflix took down the original ovas after the series came out and I was never able to find them anywhere and the series is good and I even like it okay but I loved those ovas and they were only available as a japanese import on amazon for like $50 and there's no way I was ever going to spend $50 on what is essentially a feature length movie but finally I was like fuck it and I got it and it comes with the art book and the soundtrack and it's mine forever now heheheheheheh

[ruffsficstuffplace]

And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 5)

“So what? You’re just going to shoot me?” Sucy asked calmly, the expression on her face as neutral ever, her hand in her bag and whatever she had in it.

“I will if I have to do it to stop you!” Akko cried, scowling as she held her weapon steady.

“You realize this is going to be a high crime if it kills me, right? That’s going to be a great way to start your fours years at Haven, dealing with a murder charge.”

“I’m pretty sure it’ll count as justifiable homicide once they realize what it is you brought here...” Akko growled, her grip on the front of the barrel tightening.

Constanze and Weiss looked at each other. The tension in the air was growing worse by the second, and there was a sinking feeling in Weiss’ gut that someone was about to get shot for real. She touched Constanze shoulder, the two of them shared a meaningful, wordless exchange; then, Constanze silently loaded her dust magazine into a collapsible submachine gun, Weiss lowered her weapon, and slowly made her towards them.

“Akko, Sucy?” she asked coolly. “What the hell is going on here?”

Akko turned her head, nearly swinging her gun towards Weiss before she froze, kept it pointed at Sucy. Sucy spared her a glance with her one visible eye. “Oh, it’s crazy girl’s friend,” she said, frowning as Constanze stepped up. “… And she’s brought company.”

“Her name is Akko, and in case you’ve forgotten, I’m Weiss,” Weiss said as she stepped up between them.

“And she would be?” Sucy said.

No response, as Constanze kept both her hands on her gun.

“Great, another weirdo,” Sucy said. “Well, at least she doesn’t try to talk your ear off.”

“What do you have in your hands there, Sucy?” Weiss asked.

“Oh, so you’re going to assume the worst of me and the best of your friend, even though she’s the one that’s got a gun pointed at me?”

“I’m fine being accused of bias right now, thanks,” Weiss snapped. “Now what’s in the bag?”

“Cursed bait,” Akko spat.

Weiss’ eyes widened. “Shit. Seriously?”

“It’s not cursed bait,” Sucy said cooly.

“What is that?” Constanze asked, a curious look on her face, her gun lowered though she kept her finger near the trigger.

“Like I said, it’s not cursed bait,” Sucy said. “I based the initial recipe off it, but this is ‘Manbavaran Grimm Bait’ now.”

“I bet it’s just going to be as awful as the original, though!” Akko said.

Constanze scowled. “What is that?” she repeated.

“Cursed bait was one of the worst things to have ever come out of the Great War,” Akko said. “Some scientists from Mistral discovered a concoction of herbs and chemicals that attract Grimm like kids to an ice cream truck—only way deadlier.

“It’s only because someone sabotaged the original batches and had Grimm swarming the original lab that it didn’t get even worse.”

“So put it down on the ground, leave it, and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened, Sucy,” Weiss said, pulling up her sword.

Sucy’s scowl deepened. “I don’t think you two realize just how much work, resources, and effort I put into this, how much I have at stake here...”

“And I don’t think you realize that I wasn’t asking.”

“How many Grimm will it attract?” Constanze asked.

Weiss and Akko turned to her, stunned, then horrified. “Are you fucking serious right now?!” they both cried.

Constanze grunted. “Yes.”

“Only a small pack of beowolves, herd of boarbatusks, maybe a single ursa—provided someone lets me use it properly, in the sane, easily handled amounts I planned to use it in,” Sucy said. “And if one of you does the stupid thing and tries to steal this bag from me, end up spilling it all, I’ve got enough firepower to level a mountain in this bag, handle whatever Grimm will come coming.

“If you manage to spill it on yourself, though, you’re on you’re own.”

“Do it,” Constanze said as her robotic arms started helping her rebuild her cannon. “Field testing.”

Sucy smiled victoriously. “Great—at least another one of us have sense here.”

Akko and Weiss just stared at her in disbelief and anger, Constanze stepped up to Sucy. “We’re leaving.” Weiss said flatly as she turned around.

“Yeah...” Akko muttered as she followed suit.

“What happened to working together with anyone you run into?” Sucy asked.

“I’m pretty sure my grandpa said that with the assumption that one of us WOULDN’T be recklessly endangering our lives on an even more irresponsible project!” Weiss said.

“Do you know how helpful this can be?!” Sucy snapped. “Getting Grimm exactly where we want them, steer them off from raids on settlements, lead them straight into traps—hell, we don’t even have to have huntsmen and huntresses risking their lives any more, we could just set up a whole lot of firebombs, and clean up the stragglers afterwards!

“We could save so many lives with this!”

Weiss and Akko just kept on walking, Sucy sighed and shook her head. Weiss cast a quick glance over her shoulder, saw Constanze stepping up to Sucy and the two of them trying to communicate, before she turned away and shook her head.

“… Well, it looks like you were right, Weiss: that girl really is nothing but trouble,” Akko muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Weiss said. “I tried to make friends with Constanze earlier, too.”

Akko groaned. “Dust, just—why would anyone try to make that stuff again?!”

“Just let it go, Akko,” Weiss said. “They’ve made their choice, let’s not get tangled up in it.”

They stopped as they heard the unholy roar of a beowulf in the distance—a call to action for every Grimm that happened to be lurking in the area.

Akko frowned. “You… you think we should stick around and help? Just in case?”

“Ah...” Weiss frowned, looked over her shoulder back at the way they came.

A rainy, windy day, water gushing and pouring down the storm drains, the upper levels of the city kept dry and safe while the residents in the bottom rung sighed to themselves as they prepared to wade through waist-deep water, their homes to get flooded, possibly even drown if the storm surged and the rickety, poorly maintained safety features weren’t up to snuff.

A girl Weiss’ age, surrounded by thugs with weapons.

“Weiss! Help me!”

That same girl, running away from the scene, Weiss watching her on the ground, through the gaps in the legs of the gangsters before they descended on her.

“Weiss?” Akko asked.

Weiss flinched, startled. “Ah—no, let’s not… help yourself before others, right?”

Akko frowned.

“She did say she has enough firepower to handle what’s coming—and if not, Constanze is with her, and trust me, her backpack is packing serious punch, too,” Weiss said. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes! Whole pack of beowolves, all by herself.”

Akko nodded, though she didn’t look totally convinced. “Okay, if you say so, Weiss.”

“Let’s go hunt for relics...” Weiss said, ignoring the sounds of explosions and fighting just behind them.

“When you go hunting for relics, you’d think to yourself: temples, caves, ruins of pre-War civilization, and you’d be right—there will be relics there, but only because your grandma, myself, and a handful of other professors planted them there,” Nick said in the days leading up to initiation.

Boom.

Fire exploded out the exhaust vents on the back of Shooting Star’s axe head, sending the blade straight into the side of an Ursa’s head. The beast flinched, roared and swiped at Akko as she broke off the stuck blade, blocked its attacks with the shotgun-handle. Weiss rushed up its back while it was distracted, plunging her sword straight down its head, Myrtenaster crackling with electricity.

The Ursa roared and convulsed, before it collapsed to the ground. Weiss hopped off, Akko grabbed the blade and pulled it out of the fast evaporating Grimm; they gave each other thumbs up and smiles, until they noticed a boarbatusk already rolling towards them.

Weiss jumped out of the way, Akko holstered the shotgun across her back, holding onto the blade like a set of brass knuckles. The boarbatusk crashed into her, Akko started to glow golden as she grabbed it, and suplexed it into the dirt. Stunned, the boarbatusk sprawled out on its back.

It tried to get up, Weiss stabbed it in the gut; the Grimm squealed, before it started smoking, and disappeared.

“If you really want to find something that’ll impress us, think about the history, the context behind why all these precious works of art and culture were abandoned here in the first place. Imagine it: it’s the middle of the Great War, your government has just declared an all out ban on all art and forms of self-expression, where the hell do I hide these expensive, valuable paintings, my ancestor’s statues of the gods, and my personal collection of erotica for later retrieval?”

An alpha beowulf lunged at Akko, tried to wrap its body around her and hold her down for the rest of its pack. Boom. Fire exploded from the new hole in its gut, it staggered back. Akko rammed herself into it and knocked it down, before she detached Shooting Star’s blade, jumped on top of it and started punching it.

The other beowolves tried to jump her, but they were quickly perforated by a barrage of icicles from the side. Akko braced herself, surrounded by the golden aura once more, the icicles harmlessly crashing on her.

The fallen alpha tried to lunge upwards and bite her, she shoved the blade straight down its mouth; it reeled from the strike, Akko pulled out her hand, and shoved the barrel of her shotgun in instead.

Boom. Boom.

The alpha’s head fell slack, before it started to smoke and evaporate; Akko got up, dusted herself off, and she and Weiss carried on.

“The answer: down dry wells, buried underneath the foundations of houses or in trap-doors, and especially inside tunnels. Now and then, the people of Mistral LOVE themselves some motherfucking tunnels for everything—and by that, I do mean everything, so apologies in advance when you happen to see some shit.

“Not ‘if.’ When.”

Akko threw herself against an ancient, sturdy wooden door, slamming a creep into the doorway. The Grimm was unfazed, still gnashing its teeth and attempting to bite her, the others inside trying to escape with it. Weiss slipped Myrtenaster in through the gap, summoned a glyph on the tip and started spewing flames at the Grimm inside.

Horrific screeching filled the air as creeps burned, Weiss pushed alongside Akko when they started ramming at and frantically scratching at the door; even the stuck creep stopped trying to bite them, struggling to get free, until finally, it stopped moving, and turned to smoke.

Thud.

The door slammed shut, Akko and Weiss fell against it. After a few moments of listening in for stragglers, they opened the door, let the smoke out, and peered in with a flashlight. Their eyes widened, they slowly closed the door again, and proceeded to leave as quickly and as they could.

“Of course, it obviously won’t be easy. There’s tons of Grimm infesting all these forgotten tunnels, attracted to the security, or that smell of fear and despair that never really leaves some places. And of course, us professors don’t restock them, knowing that students aren’t likely to find them any time soon, so if someone before you already got to them and cleaned the place out… well, tough luck, kiddo.

“But, if you do find something, and come back with it…” Nick smiled. “Then you’ve have earned your place in Haven and then some.”

“Bah!” Akko cried as she let herself all to some grass just outside the entrance of a tunnel. “Let’s take a break: my flashlight’s batteries need recharging and I’m hungry...” she said as she laid her weapon across her lap, flipped out her flashlight’s solar panels.

“Agreed...” Weiss muttered as she sat down beside her in a much more dignified pose, checked the vials on Mytrenaster’s revolver.

“Umeboshi, Weiss?” Akko said as she pulled out a jar full of the stuff. “Myrtenaster isn’t the only thing that needs recharging,” she said as she cracked open the lid, held it out to Weiss.

“Thank you,” Weiss said as she picked up a handful of them, popped them into her mouth. “Mmnn…!” she squeezed her eyes shut and shivered. “Times like these I can see why Mistralian huntsmen and huntresses insisted they never left without these things...”

“You mean aside from the fact that they’re delicious?” Akko asked, before she shoved some into her mouth, giggling and squirming in delight.

The two of them spent a while eating, resting, reloading, and doing some cursory maintenance on their weapons. “Where do you think we’ll find our artifacts?” Akko asked as she honed her weapon’s axe head. “It feels like we’ve searched everywhere Uncle Nick told us we’d probably find an artifact.”

“I don’t know, but we’ll find them,” Weiss said as she cleaned out some excess dust with a stick-like tool. “For sure, though, we’re not going to find them just sitting here—it’s not like the gods will just decide to start ‘dropping gifts from the heavens on us mortals’ again right?

“… Akko? Is something wrong…?”

“Do you hear that?” Akko whispered as she tensed up.

Weiss frowned, and nodded. They put down their tools, stood up and readied their weapons, listening to the mysterious sound, getting louder and louder, a high-pitched, continuous noise like a scream, until finally--

Thud!

A red and black blur crashed on top of Weiss, knocking them both to the ground. Akko jumped, pointed her gun at them both, then gasped. “Ruby?!” she cried.

“Oh! Hey, Akko, good to see you!” Ruby said, a little dazed, a folded Crescent Rose across her lap. She paused, looked below her, and quickly scrambled back up. “Oh, shit—I’m so sorry! Are you okay, Weiss?!”

“I’ll live...” Weiss gasped as Akko helped her back up. “Worst case scenario: my family has great insurance when it comes to artificial limbs and skeletal reinforcements.”

“What were you doing up there” Akko asked as she pulled Weiss’ arm across her shoulders.

“I was actually just about to get to that--” Ruby began.

Weiss and Akko flinched as they heard the sound of a Nevermore screeching, followed by a different, distinctly human scream:

“RUBY…!”

“Ah, sorry to ask you guys a huge favour so soon, but could you help me save Diana?” Ruby said as she frantically reloaded Crescent Rose. “Everyone else I’ve run into is busy trying to hold off this GIANT horde of Grimm and a King Tajitu, or running away while they’re occupied.”

Weiss and Akko readied their weapons, their fatigue and injury forgotten. “What happened?” Weiss asked as she helped Akko stuff their equipment back in her satchels.

“Well, it turns out that if someone asks you to help test some experimental Grimm bait, you really should just say ‘No,’” Ruby said as they began to run through the forest, jumping over fallen logs and branches, weaving around trees, crunching leaves underfoot. “Especially if they’re trying to see just how much Grimm you might attract with a certain amount of bait!

“Turns out, there’s a point where it stops luring in MORE Grimm and just, uh, starts luring in BIGGER, meaner Grimm.”

[theaceofgays]

So you’re new to the Little Witch Fandom or you’re looking for more blogs to follow, or you’re just looking for a good time, huh? Well I got my top GOOD TIME™ blogs for LWA each for different categories.

Ask blogs:

 @petite-chariot​ - Okay so what can I possibly say about this ask blog that you can’t already know from just looking at it? Oh my god. I have this blog on post notifications and I’m not going to lie, I’ve sent quite a few anonymous asks.... (Okay like half the asks on this blog but only because I LOVE IT SO MUCH). I squeal every time I’m notified that they’ve answered a question because I know it’s going to make my day. The art is just so CUTE and even the design of the blog is meant to be Chariot’s hand scribbles and I just think it’s the purest thing on the face of the earth and I would fight any one who dares to threaten the purity that is the petite-chariot blog on tumblr. Seriously. Fight me. Plus the mun is a precious sweetie and I love them??? They make my day honestly.

@thedianacavendish​ - Diana is an amazing character and I would probably also kill a man for her. This blog is so nice and I appreciate their headcanons and art style. (ALSO THEY MULTI-SHIP LIKE A FUCKING BOSS)

@ask-pisces-sensei​ - I didn’t wanna put this god damn fish on there, but here it is. The fish. I just- *deep breath* love Faiza’s work so much (particularly their Battle Of The Gays / Charoix / Charjolaine art) and this blog is so silly and I honestly just appreciate it so much? I didn’t think I would like it but it’s pretty funny

@ask-akkooo - FULL OF AKKO AND MEMES AND JUST A GENERAL FUN TIME???? HONESTLY

@badlydrawnsucy - I cackle at this blog oh my god I wish they would return from the war tbh

@badlydrawnwitches - also another great ask blog. Full of memes

Cosplay blogs:

@askthatclumsywitch​ - of course Ray is going to be at the top of the list, but that’s only because Ray DELIVERS™ when it comes to asks. They’re always so full of sass and Ray is so good with facial expressions and I get so excited to see their gifs on my dashboard because honestly? Ray is a gorgeous human being and I am so glad they decided to make this blog.

@askthedianacavendish​ - Okay so this blog recently won my heart over because they’re SO FUCKING ADORABLE???? 10/10 PERFECT DIANA HOLY FUCK also the mun is SUPER DUPER NICE AND I WOULD DIE FOR HER???? Plus they’re friends with Ray irl so DIANAKKO ASKS Y’ALL

@ask-lotte-yanson​ - What a cutie patootie omg please go follow this Lotte blog their asks are adorable and I love them so much holy fucking hell

@asklittlewitchbarbara​ - Barbara is adorable and best background student. ‘Nuff said.

Art blogs:

@azurathemagician​ - Azura’s art? CANON AF I mean shit boi, I cry. I just-- love Azura’s blog. Every time she posts some Diakko I want to scream. I mean that shit looks so good I’m so jealous like holy fucking hell what the actual fucking shit

@theneonflower​ - Chances are I don’t need to tell you to follow Neon. You already are. Neon’s that glorious asshole that everyone is following. They produce art that just makes you go “how. How in the fuck do you exist you glorious bastard, goddess of art and gays?”

@ilee-font​ - Purest artist in the whole community. You come at Lee and I will come at you while you sleep. Lee is my precious baby and I love them so much and oh my god they have so much talent at only 14 years old. GOOOD SHIT

@missmarjolaine​ - I’ve already talked about their Pisces side blog but honestly??? Their other art is good af. Plus they’re the ones who helped me come up with a brilliant but unlikely OT3 and made me really love Miss Marjolaine as a character despite the fact that she only exists for like- 2 minutes. That’s some power man. real good shit.

@oceankasko​ - SOME GOOOOOOOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE, STUFF MAKES ME LAUGH, CUTE AF

@blookity-bloke​ - I’d marry their art style if I could tbh, but I’m already married to Neon’s

@fesheik​ - shroOMBOT MOTHERFUCKERS

@charoixluvr420​ - tbh I just started following them and I am in love??? What a great blog. So full of memes of the otp

@thegalaxey - soft Diakko art. A blessing tbh

@cheshirearttime - SENPAI NOTICE ME

Writing blogs:

@akilice​ - One of the best Charoix writers of all time. Also kick ass with making AMVs. Precious and pure. I love Aki with all my heart tbh and I would die for her

@cwjhunt - I have a bias because Cam is my daughter but let’s be real here, Cam has such a nice way of writing, so descriptive and very ebb and flow. I can dig it dawg

@hanasaku-shijin  - Honestly???? Fuck Hana. Hana is the Neon of fic writing. FUCK YOU AND YOUR AMAZING TALENT YOU BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, PRECIOUS HUMAN BEING