#and seeing a glimpse of humanity in the other

[vegetanalysis]

^THIS! I really enjoy this interaction between the characters, along with the earlier glimpse we get of Vegeta doing something so seemingly human and normal, like washing his face before he puts on his new armor. Small details like this make Vegeta seem less like an irredeemable villain and more like a real person, with his own motivations, routines, and basic needs. Even before Frieza kills him and Vegeta's carefully constructed mask of indifference finally crumbles, we get to see this rare, very real, very humanizing hint of vulnerability with him.

It's also sad to think about how Vegeta was not at all used to other people being concerned for his wellbeing (except for Nappa and Raditz--I wish so very much that we could see more of their interactions with each other, especially when Vegeta was younger). Being treated with kindness by his enemies was something Vegeta would've struggled to wrap his head around.

Fun fact: Before I encountered Vegeta, Krillin was actually my favorite Dragon Ball Z character. He's still in my top three (Vegeta, Piccolo, Krillin).

[mellowdisko]

Many forget that Nipton was never about Vulpes acting for his own sake. At the Fort, when you ask Caesar what the Frumentarii do, he tells you: "Infiltration, assassination, dramatic atrocities to break the spirit of the enemy..." Thats exactly what Nipton was: a dramatic atrocity, a letter that reads: "We are here. We have arrived."

It was never meant to be a lesson. The NCR does not care about morality, neither does the Legion. Nipton was a town that was destined to be destroyed not because it was a wicked place (Vulpes was lying through his teeth about the whole thing -the dead legionnaires are evidence- like thats what he does, that is literally his job!) but because it was small enough to burn without consequence, close enough for the message to be heard. Nipton wasn't a lesson. It was a spectacle, meant to be seen by the eyes of the Republic. Thats why the Courier is tasked to spread the news, they're a mailman delivering a letter.

And Vulpes? Can't say he's explicitly sadistic. A bad person? Absolutely. But not playful with his cruelty. He is just as cruel as every other legionary. The only difference is he is smarter about it, more intense.

Nipton isn’t a part of him. Nothing is. Nothing but the Legion. He does not carry the weight of that town. He does not look back to the ruins he has left behind. Nipton is no pang of remorse, no pleasure, no sin. It is merely a step forward. Proof that the Legion has entered the Bear's den, proof that its will is being done.

And we never see Vupes as he truly is. He is not a person, at least not anymore.

He wears a mask, a new face with every new encounter. In Nipton he is wearing the mask of a vexillarius, in the strip the mask of a gambler. And at the fort, he is just another legionary: red-clad and quiet, a little fox curled at the foot of his emperor's throne. He has 0 indicators of individuality, he is not a person. He's only a name, a shadow streching across the Mojave.

I do believe the only time we get a glimpse of who Vulpes truly is, is when Caesar tells his backstory. His cunning, his wit—but also his insubordination, a hint of rebellious youth. That is who I think he really is: a rebel boy, not in opposition to the Legion, but in relentless devotion to it. Someone who is willing to tear down every pillar, disobey every order just to see the flag rise higher.

Vulpes will slaughter, torture, and betray and engage in "profligate scum" activities for the benefit of his side. He is ready to serve even if it angers the Son of Mars. He doesn't ask for permission. Doesn't beg for forgiveness. He does what he must, then kneels before the blade waiting for the punishment that has never managed to come since his first trial as a decanus. And there is passion in that, a desire. To paint the desert with his nation's red, to whisper his lord's name to every ear, to tame the untamable: the idea, the dream.

At the Fort, we see him as nothing more than a docile soldier but we know that he is different, remarkable; Caesar had said it himself. Rebel boy: always ready to mangle and burn the world and himself along with it just to serve what he believes is providence.

He is "a rather intense young man," whose entire existence is a disguise. A spy so devoted to his duty that he has stripped himself of everything else. A spy, in the fine suit of a gentleman or under the hide of a coyote, tearing down his own tower of humanity as the gods he belives in look down and smile.

He is not a person. He hasn't been a person for a long time.

He is a name, a shadow, a hollowed out man. He is an animal kept at arms length, dog on a leash who does not want to be set free, a weapon, a tool. Pale hand of the Legion reaching west.

With every step through the desert, Vulpes Inculta has left a piece of himself behind, until he is left with nothing but blind faith and bloodied palms. And when you lose everything you ever had in a big bad wasteland you tend to cling onto the first bright colour you see:

Crimson—so inviting, so cruel. Like home.

[jeonscatalyst]

I'm basic and like Woosan and Minsung lol. Like, I'm a sucker and click on the YouTube shorts / tiktoks about their chemistry or how they're whipped for each other.

That said, I think if anything, the presence of fan service is a pretty clear indicator that the relationship is platonic lol. Like, if two members were actually dating, flirting, etc. then they'd keep it hidden from the public and probably other idols/industry folks, too.

i saw this on my timeline from a stan of another group. but aren't they telling the truth ? will a real couple be that public with their gay relationship with their bandmate ? Its very unlikely 2 men who have a secret relationship behind the scenes will flaunt it for public to see in their homophobic country, especially knowing its harmful for them their group their company their families etc. Going on trips, filming and releasing it, saying you got bitten, allowing staff to film it, having numerous skinship moments on screen and on stage - especially when one is extra private and professional to the point he even hides his iphone airpods which he shares with his supposed bf because they have a contract with samsung and the one who is stalked every 2 days by his y/n saesangs who apparanlty doesnt know about his sexuality or relationship with bandmate, huh?. This all sums up to them being genuine platonic friends who are playing up for their fans and doesnt mind being called a couple. None of heavily shipped duos in other groups doesnt shy away from pda, even teasing fans in their live streams because at the end of the day they are close friends who have nothing hidden going on or to fear.

Its naive to think jikook are a real couple who should be protected in their homophobic country(or world in general) and from crazy fandom when its Jikook themselves who are exhibiting their friendship in homoromantic way for public to see. Make it make sense ?

Hi anon,

So what I’m reading is that you and others see it too? You see exactly what we see…you recognize that the way Jimin and Jungkook behave with each other could easily lead anyone to believe their relationship isn’t purely platonic. Yet, rather than acknowledge that possibility, you attempt to rationalize it by arguing that a real couple, especially in a homophobic country, wouldn’t behave so openly but would instead go to great lengths to hide their relationship. Noted.

But that raises an important question: who set the rules on how people in such circumstances are supposed to behave? Sure, there are common expectations for how individuals might act in certain situations, but the truth is, we can’t possibly know the full extent of their reality. Unlike them, we don’t have firsthand insight into their experiences, nor can we accurately gauge the risks involved the way they can.

Every time I see arguments like yours, I can’t help but roll my eyes. It’s painfully clear that many people don’t understand the first thing about queer history or the ways in which queer individuals have learned to navigate a world that hasn’t always accepted them. Queer people have mastered the art of hiding in plain sight. For most, that’s second nature because, at some point in their lives, they’ve had to conceal at least parts of who they are. But let’s not forget that humans are, well, human….we aren’t always calculated. There are times when emotions override logic, and in those moments, people who are forced to hide often end up revealing more than they intend. Those are the moments where we catch glimpses of something real.

Idols, of course, are expected to engage in fanservice…it’s practically built into their job. They understand that many of their actions, especially on stage, will automatically be dismissed as just fanservice. So tell me, Anon, if you were a queer person who had spent years perfecting the art of blending in, what better way would there be to take advantage of moments where people are already primed to excuse your actions as something else?

Also, I have to wonder, do you honestly believe that most Jikookers ship Jimin and Jungkook purely because of what they do on stage or because of this “fanservice”? Because if so, that only proves how little you actually understand. There’s far more to why we believe they could be in a romantic relationship than just their stage interactions.

You brought up examples like: “Would a closeted couple go on a private trip, take videos, and post them?” And to that, I have to ask: Do you realize what you just admitted? The fact that you even question whether a closeted couple would do something like that means that, on some level, you also perceive those actions as non-platonic. So instead of asking whether a couple in a homophobic country would behave a certain way, why not ask yourself: Why would two “just friends” do these things in the first place?

Regardless of whether Jungkook filmed and posted GCF, the fact remains that he took Jimin to Tokyo…during a short break, at a time when both were going through a lot. Regardless of whether Hickeygate ever saw the light of day, the fact remains that it happened. Jungkook still carried a tipsy Jimin bridal-style, spun him around, and when Jimin wanted to be let down, he bit Jungkook’s neck…an erogenous zone. These things all happened whether we got to know about them or not. And since you’re citing these examples as things a queer couple in a homophobic country wouldn’t do, that means you also recognize that these actions don’t exactly scream platonic friendship. Unless, of course, you’re seriously trying to argue that traveling to Japan together, carrying each other in their arms, and biting each other’s necks in private were all just for the sake of fanservice?

“Its naive to think jikook are a real couple who should be protected in their homophobic country(or world in general) and from crazy fandom when its Jikook themselves who are exhibiting their friendship in homoromantic way for public to see. Make it make sense ? "

No, Anon. I don’t think Jikook are deliberately presenting their friendship in a homoerotic way. I think they’re simply existing and interacting with each other in a way that comes naturally to them. You’re the one perceiving something more…..and that says a lot more about your own instincts than whatever you think Jimin and Jungkook are intentionally doing.

And once again, don’t assume for a second that I, or most Jikookers, believe in Jikook just because of what you call “fanservice.” That’s where non-shippers and rival shippers (honestly, I can’t tell which you are) always get it wrong. You miss the details that people who genuinely pay attention to Jimin and Jungkook as a duo pick up on. The little things….the ones that make all the difference.

Go back and carefully comb through Jimin and Jungkook’s history if you care to. Look at all the little TMI’s we’ve gathered over the years, from staff members, Jikook themselves, from the members and from their friends and acquaintances. Then come back and tell me, honestly, if you still believe that people think there is more going on with Jikook because of “fanservice.”

[bumblebee-online]

Sorry for not being clear on that last one anyways I got another one it's for twisted shelly x reader fluff angst where the the reader was her best friend her before she became a twisted and during a run the reader gets infected and starts to turn but before they do they end up meeting her again sorry if this was to much

🦖 shelly w/ a twisted! reader Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ ͙⊹

* . ☎️ ! ꒱ nono dw you were absolutely clear!!! not too much at all, i had so much fun writing this!!! hope it’s to your liking!!! 🩷

Once the effects of the ichor operation became entirely unavoidable, you knew something like this was bound to happen eventually, whether it was now or YEARS down the road, you would see your friends succumb to the dark substance– or perhaps even yourself. These thoughts gnawed at you wherever you went, never allowing you a moment of peace. There was always something to worry about.

And that ‘something’ was your friend Shelly. You were actually close before the incident, but your bond only grew stronger as things quickly worsened, finding comfort in each other even in the tiniest of ways. Whether it was reminiscing about your mutual friends who had unfortunately turned, or trying to indulge in hobbies during the little free time you had, there was always some sort of light in the darkness.

Yet those fond memories were from quite a long time ago, a past you desperately wished you could return to, yet were forced to only relive in your mind. The true, harsh reality was that Shelly had become the very thing you always swore to protect her from, a twisted version of herself. You still weren’t exactly sure what had happened, it all unfolded so quickly, like a blur. You heard Shelly cry for help across the room, unaware of how little time you truly had left.

By the time you reached her, she was gone, only a pool of ichor remaining where the twisted had infected her. You didn’t have much time to mourn or even worry, though, as the exit alarm blared in your ears, a painful reminder of the existing dangers. Of course you made it out, but a part of you died with her. After that, you became solely focused on your survival, practically shutting out the other Toons and pushing yourself to the edge of exhaustion, clinging to the hope that there might be an end to this Hell… and maybe, just maybe, a chance to see Shelly again.

That exhaustion took a considerably heavy toll on you. You didn’t fully realize just how badly you’d neglected your own needs until you noticed how quickly the twisted had become… or rather, how slow you had grown. Unable to think the slightest bit clearly, you try to dart around a corner, but the razor-sharp claws of Goob scrape harshly against your legs, causing you to lose your balance and fall. As you began to desperately crawl away, hearing Goob’s approaching steps race closer, a sudden loud thump cut through your ragged breaths. Using the last of your strength to look up, your glossy eyes lock with an unfamiliar yet scarily recognizable face, Shelly’s.

As the weight of the sticky ichor began to pin your weakened body down, you caught a glimpse of something human in those glowing red orbs, an impossible sympathy staring down at you. Your trembling, bruised arm slowly reached out toward your old friend, watching as Shelly internally fought between the ichor’s influence and her own emotions, seemingly frozen in time. “Shelly?” you cough out, the ichor choking your lungs.

You watched the girl retreat like a frightened animal, then step closer again, Shelly’s ichor-ridden mind struggling to process the horrific scene before her. “I’m so sorry,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and shaky, before turning and running off. As you blacked out, you felt the last bits of consciousness slip away. But in the quiet, her faint, desperate words echoed in the back of your mind: “I’ll come back for you.”

[indycinders]

Gonna add my own thoughts to this too because this was cool to think about /w\ maybe mild spoilers ahead?

When you think about them and MC, it makes a lot more sense.

Caleb wants you to only see him as that person that's always been by your side, that's always played with you and took care of you and protected you. He never wanted you to see his dark thoughts, his obsession, his feelings. And his eyes reflect that. He's carefully guarded and chooses what you see. It's almost scary how good he is at manipulation and deception. I wouldn't want to piss off the Colonel if I wasn't MC haha.

Even after the events of his chapter and when you unlock him, in his following memories, he still struggles with dropping that mask after you know everything. Even if you accept all of him, as he is, flaws and all, he's so conditioned to this that it's his default now. In one of his phone calls, we hear his vulnerability with him saying something like, "Even if he's the worst Caleb of all of them, you still want him?"

Caleb is so tragic to me but that also makes me love him so much more. I'm waiting on the last shard before I peruse his myth, so my feelings might change, but what I know so far makes my heart break.

When it comes to Sylus, he's got that carefully crafted criminal leader persona. And that's what it is, a persona. Made from the struggle of survival, from the judgment of humans, from not being good enough for whatever reason he feels that is. I wouldn't say he's manipulative, but he is definitely calculating. He's playing 4D chess while we're all still figuring out checkers.

His eyes are so expressive because that's how he communicates. He feels the weight of responsibility for a position such as his and he can't often let himself outwardly show emotion. In his Night of Secrecy card, when he covers our eyes, even then he's hiding himself from us. We get a glimpse of him losing control of that facade and giving into that weakness, that vulnerability that we cause him.

I also think he's not afraid of showing his emotions through his eyes simply because of his power with the Aether core and ability to know people's desires. And maybe a part of him lets himself be vulnerable in that way because he can expose others vulnerabilities.

We know he's not guarded like Caleb. We see it in the way he treats us, the way he cares and shows love. Anything we ask, he has an answer for. He never lies, not really. He might omit the truth but he also expects us to be keen enough to know what he's saying. Like, again, in his Night of Secrecy card. He tried to slip away by making an excuse but knew we would catch on and follow him.

I haven't gone through his Conqueror myth yet (thanks Caleb for distracting me lmao), but I know his Abysm Sovereign myth. We know some part of him feels self loathing and almost shame for what he was.

In my opinion, he doesn't bother fully masking his emotions because he knows that the only one worthy and capable of handling what he lets slip through is us. He knows that we can and have accepted every part of him, good and bad.

He said it best in Razor's Grip. "There is no love purer than mine." And there really isn't.

Not to be weird on main or anything, but I've been studying screenshots of Caleb's expressions and it's so funny how comparatively less expressive his eyes are to Sylus'.

Like Sylus communicates 98% with those big red eyes of his. Caleb communicates only very VERY big changes of his expression solely through his eyes.

So I was compiled some eye screenshots because I really love the expressions Sylus has and did the same with him, (and have way too many saved), but I realised how little his eyes share. These however, are some gems;

When compared to Sylus's eyes though;

It becomes super obvious how much of Caleb's expressions are pretty performative, in the kind of way that is very familiar to me as an autistic person, and feeds in quite nicely to the common theme of him wearing a mask throughout the main story.

Sylus' communication is done mostly verbally because the game actively conveys the fact that he doesn't emote or physically show his feelings very often (he's labelled cold or numb or distant, in a similar way to Zayne, but with more disdain from those around him. It's only the twins who have ever looked at him and realised he was lonely.) because of that his expressions reflect it. His lips don't move much, but his eyes tell stories for him because they're much harder to control.

Meanwhile, Caleb's eyes betray him in big moments. When he's overwhelmed or very emotional, often in the negative, but for the most part he keeps it under control and performs his emotions through the use of smiles and expression. Without his full face, his expressions don't come through properly.

🤷 it doesn't mean a lot, but it was fun to dig through while I was compiling images.

[zukosdualdao]

another thing about the crystal catacombs is that it seems clear to me that katara and zuko MUST talk a little more in between what we actually see, because when zuko says, “i’m sorry, that’s something we have in common”, they are both sitting-slash-kneeling, and in the next scene (after a switch to other plotty events) they’re both standing, and katara is apologizing for yelling at him. i don’t think it was a particularly LONG addition to the conversation (i imagine katara asking what he means, zuko wanting to connect but not really knowing how to talk about it further due to The Abuse Trauma, katara apologizing for yelling because she thinks that’s why he’s not opening up, etc.) but what i AM trying to figure out (for fic-writing purposes) is what caused them both to stand back up?

[angelsfuzzyslippers]

First art of the new year and I'm quite happy with it! This started out as 'Wouldn't it be cute if Octavia wanted eye markings like Stolas and Blitz have' and turned into a dad-daughter makeover slumber party. 😂

[3416]

i'm still here........ and convinced he thinks mitch might disappear if he takes his eyes off of him for one second. what a ridiculous series of images, i'm so so......... SO obsessed with them

[artificialperscn]

"But you have, haven't you?" At times, Max could be rather naive. He supposed he was still young, he may not look it, he'd looked like a full-grown adult ever since his activation, the way most synthetics did when activated, but he was only a few months old, still so sheltered from the world around him and everything in it. He saw glimpses of reality on his way to and from work every day but his programming and behavioural inhibitor kept him in check, kept him from straying too far, from delving too deep into the world outside his purpose. But it wasn't strict enough, he did still have a lot of leeway due to his work, able to think for himself, be largely independent despite the boundaries set for him. It was just a matter of time before he overstepped, before curiosity had got the better of him, before a carrot dangled in front of him and he followed it.

Geo was exactly that, a lure from his slumber, and what's more, he was someone who seemed to have already experienced the same sense of awakening. Yet there he was, still pretending everything was fine, mourning, grieving in a world that said he shouldn't -- - alone.

The Company unit gave a gentle squeeze of the other android's hand, this time trying to offer him reassurance in return. "He was... broken?" Max tried to tread carefully, not wanting to upset his new friend. These were new parameters that he was walking along, actually interacting with one of his own kind as though they were human now that he knew there was more to him than his programming had told him. Maybe enough to actually let more out, actually emote, let him see more of what was going on inside his head rather than sitting there like a blank slate.

"Physically, or...?" He trailed off for a moment, unsure if he wanted to know the answer to that question but he had to, he needed to understand. "Did his owners discover there was more to him? Is that why they thought he was broken?" He couldn't help but ask, this time worry began to etch into his expression. "I don't... want your users to send you back. But I don't understand how you can pretend. Since yesterday, I... I've been distracted. I've done my work, yes, but I feel..." He tried to find the right word, eyes darting momentarily. "Different."

Geo knew Max was right. The humans were already scared. He'd seen some of the protests against them, heard the slurs spat at him and the Misses when they were out and about from time to time. He did face the instances less than the average android- mostly because the Misses and her friends shared very similar lifestyles. Most of them had androids of their own. He supposed he was lucky for that.

At the thanks, his head tilted slightly to the right, his smile became a more obviously genuine smile. His fingers slid through the given space of Max's fingers, wrapping around his hand to give it another squeeze. "You are most welcome, Max. It is a terrible thing to go through all on your own."

He should know. Sure, he and Arthur had liked to see each other, but at the time, Geo had not realized what it was. He had only just begun to feel. It wasn't until Arthur was gone that he was thrown full throttle into 'waking up' to it all, so to speak. He had been alone. He had grieved... alone. It was a terrible thing.

The android could not help the slight twitch in all of his fingers at the mention of Arthur's name again, it was almost strange hearing someone else say it out loud. It made it feel even more real, as if it were even possible. Just having someone else recognize his loss in a way that had more understanding that humans would never recognize- even if Max did not understand how his grief felt. When his users spoke of it, they might as well have been talking about a broken phone. If it was even possible, his voice grew quieter still. "No...." He shook his head, smile fading into a soft frown.

Again, he found himself looking over to the other side of the social pit. Looking to an android in his memories that was not there. "I fear if they knew... They would send me back. I should only care for my users, after all. Then I would be broken, just like Arthur."

[fistfuloflightning]

Courtship by Candlelight

[shewhoeatssand]

I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever

[novella-november]

Well, I now know what original story I'll be writing for Freedom February ...

👀🤖⛓️‍💥

Can't wait for people who use l33tspeak or are greek mythology nerds to immediately realize what is happening with the lore and are excited to see how it plays out.

[darksonofsparda]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "It's fascinating to me because, in my dimension, humans don't have any special powers and aren't able to obtain any, unless they sacrifice their humanity for it. And that, more often than not, always, goes wrong."

He was about to tell her that most of humankind was nearly wiped out in his world, but he had luckily stopped himself. It wasn't exactly a pleasant topic, and he didn't want to give his new ally here the wrong idea about his world. Especially since it was partly his fault, but that was another thing he'd keep to himself. Besides, there were more important things to worry about right now.

During the pause, Naoto seemed to ponder their choices. Letting her gather her thoughts, Vergil couldn't help but think more about these Shadow creatures the young investigator mentioned earlier, for whatever reason, he couldn't shake off this ugly feeling that he would be seeing what these things were like sooner than he thought, and not in the typical way that Naoto and her friends had seen them, whatever they had seen so far, was probably nothing compared to whatever it was they were going to be dealing with in Yasoinaba.

It didn't take very long for his ally to realize that there weren't as many travel alternatives for them as it originally seemed, at least not without the risk of endangering others. so the both of them knew they didn't really have a choice, and with no knowledge of what was going on in Inaba right now, there was no time to waste, the quicker they got there, the better chance they had of controlling the situation without any innocent being lives lost.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Normally, I would teleport us to save us the commute, but unfortunately, I need to have been there at least once to successfully teleport, or at the very least, catch a glimpse of where I'm going so I can picture it in my mind beforehand, but this will have to suffice for now."

Once he lowered, she climbed onto him, feeling her arms wrap around his neck firmly, making sure she was secure, he nodded, a short-lived half chuckle at her joke, though he could understand from her perspective, unfortunately, there would be no way to curb her embarrassment regardless, but it was better than carrying her in his arms, even though he could with relative ease, his strength and the whopping height difference would make it easy.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Then savor that feeling, because once our childhood is gone, we can never get it back."

The half-devil replies, rising back up now that she is holding onto him, it sounds like he's adding to the humor, but at the same time, it sounded like there was a story behind his words, but that wasn't important right now. With her arms securely looped and wrapped around his neck, he began to channel his demonic energy down to his feet, it only took a few seconds, finally, the soles of his black belted boots sparked a bright blue, and Vergil took off, taking off into an inhuman sprint, the whole dash only takes the darkslayer about five seconds, but to Naoto, it probably felt a bit longer.

As soon as they arrive at the train station, Vergil slides on his boots to a stop, and the first sight the duo spotted, is an ominous one. Everywhere they look, the town is completely surrounded by a thick black fog, and to make this scene more harrowing, it is dead silent, with some collateral damage on some buildings, even a few spatters of blood on the roads and walls. The air was polluted by the smell of iron, death, and gunpowder, whoever was caught up in this ambush had clearly tried to fight back, but unfortunately, they didn't fight hard enough. Lowering enough for her to step off of his back, he rises back up, looking around at this sinister picture.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Damn! We were too late!" He takes one more look around, surely there had to be some survivors, the mountain could wait, the priority now was to see if there was anyone left alive who needed help.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Shirogane, let's look for survivors, there's bound to be some. Once we get them to safety, then we can return our focus to the mountains, because as it stands now, the mountains are most definitely where our culprits will be."

[{ 🗡️ }] - "And keep your guard up... we're not alone in this town."

“I don’t think it’s anything special.” Compared to demonic abilities, being able to be proactive without relying on some otherworldly phenomena, a Persona wasn’t an amazing power.

Everything had its pros and cons, however, that was simply how the world worked. For all she knew, being unable to obfuscate his raw power meant trouble would always find him. Naoto decided that Shadows being limited to pocket dimensions and extraordinary cases of said pocket dimensions leaking into the real world was a blessing.

While Vergil was considering their options, Naoto was thinking of alternatives, except there weren’t any but the train or Vergil. A taxi would be a waste of time, having to flag one down and hope the driver could make it to Inaba in time. Same with a bus, except a bus would be much slower. “You’re right. It’d be foolish of us to endanger so many.” In the end, the only option led to Vergil. 

At the very least, it was a piggy back ride rather than a bridal carry. Still embarrassing, but not as much as the latter. “It’s like I’m a child again.” Married couples did that still, so did people who were dating. Not just that, but there were other practical reasons.

Don’t think about it.

As he suggested, she climbed onto his back, thankful that no one was around to bat an eye. She looped her arms around his neck, making sure she wasn’t going to strangle him. Although, all bets would be off whenever he would move. One last time, she scanned the area, looking for any last traces of malicious energy. When she deduced none were left, Naoto relaxed, or as best as she could while being on someone’s back. “Knowing how fast you can go, I hope I don’t fly off.”

If he saved her and everyone from that falling building, she had a feeling that even if she were to fly off, he’d catch her within the blink of an eye—along with her hat.

“I’m ready.”

[bayofwolves]

i've been thinking ab abeke x worthy for the last 12 hours... do y'all feel me. could i convince y'all to get on board this ship

[swagging-back-to]

seetttthing scalding hot take but honestly i feel no sympathy or theoretical sadness about altea being blown to bits. the few alteans we DO know are all assholes. clearly the universe isn't missing much. in fact, if you look at the only canon universe that DOES still have altea--- they go on to be just as bad as the galran empire if not even worse.

so yeah. maybe zarkon did the universe a small favor before he went truly off the deep end.

edit; just found out alteans destroyed Diabaazal long before zarkon destroyed altea. nothing ANYONE says can convince me alteans are anything *but* the real villain of the show. they got what they deserved.

[cruelprincae]

when cardan says he is unlovable and that he hasn't made himself easy to love, it isn't this cardan that talks. it's this.