#and we were talking about fanfics and I was complaining about ships for Berserk

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The good thing about having a new roommate is that I can spend an hour explaining the lore of whatever my hyperfixation is

This time it was Berserk

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http://nerdgasrnz.tumblr.com/post/168146804389/you-bigoted-geek-ass-homophobic-transphobic

Old post I know but-

Point still needs to be made.

You bigoted geek-ass homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist MOTHERFUCKERS still don’t understand what the problem is, do you?

Looks like you’re finally getting some self awareness.

Oh wait, you’re not talking about yourself? Huh.

This is not the “rwde community” looking to tear RWBY to shreds ever since Monty died or whatever bullshit excuses you keep coming up with everytime ppl critique this cartoon

My past two years say the exact opposite and what should I trust: my instincts or a liar?

This is the fact that REAL LGBT people watch this show; real NON-WHITE people watch this show; real WOMEN watch this show, and WOMEN are the literal lead characters of this show. But those parts of the audience wind up disappointed with the lack of care, consideration, or prioritization in this weak-ass writing, where only the art and animation salvage it.

Heh...

Then why are some of the most prominent fans of the community LGBT, Non-white and/or women? I mean, surely if this was handled so poorly they wouldn’t be so prominent. Unless of course, the issue isn’t with the show but a certain group of people with a similar thought process (that being “If it doesn’t pander to me, it’s bigotry!.’)

Diversity isn’t a fucking myth like you think just because you have less social aptitude than a fucking rock, or because you refuse to interact with anyone that isn’t the same as you.

Says the woman who rejects other LGBT/non white people for not thinking exactly like her.

Monty was GENTLY asked in a post-show interview if there’d be LGBT+ rep in RWBY, and he confirmed yes. That was 2014.

And he also fucked over his own show numerous times. He wasn’t exactly a good writer so him saying that would have probably resulted in a ham fisted, out of place moment of gay angst that would never be mentioned ever again.

What Miles Luna, Kerry Shawcross, and Gray Haddock have done, instead of giving us a named PROTAGONIST character to be the first instance of that rep, they made the first openly gay character a VILLAIN. (no, Matte Sky does not count bc the VOICE ACTOR named them, not the creators)

You mean the single sympathetic villain who would later get a redemption arc among the other straight villians who are portrayed as irredeemable and monstrous *cough* ADAM *cough*.

Oh no, how terrible. You get a complex and well written character instead of the edgelord. 

Nothing is groundbreaking about that trash. LGBT+ historians and fandoms have noted that in the media, villains were portrayed as gay, trans, or implied as such for YEARS. (it’s called “queercoding”)

And that’s called ‘bullshit’ because coding is only ever brought up in subjective ways.

Not only that: You were never promised something GROUND BREAKING. Show me where it was said that. 

Monty was GENTLY asked by fans at a convention when more brown characters would be in RWBY. He confirmed that Sun and Velvet have “cool” dark-skinned teammates. That was 2013. (after an animation panel at Supanova)

So no, this isn’t just “rabid tumblrinas” hounding the creators for the sake of being special snowflakes like you fucking think. These are real fucking people who love the soul of this show but don’t actually SEE THEMSELVES IN IT. And Monty, rest his soul, was so excited and earnest in wanting to be inclusive so this show could be shared and loved by more people.

Yeah and Miles and Kerry get death threats over this. That was proven in 2018. I could not care less.

And here’s the deal: If you cannot relate to a character because they do not share the same skin color as you, you do not DESERVE a character to relate to. Because creators are suppose to make compelling characters and skin color is NOT COMPELLING. Expecting me to find a character compelling because they are white is honestly INSULTING to me.

But the fact is that it’s not as inclusive as it could be. Even when he was alive, he made missteps too. And it’s not even like it’d be a big deal to fix. But hateful people go out of their way EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. to make it seem like it’d be such a lorebreaking addition to make a character brown, gay, or trans.

The fact that ‘it’s not as inclusive as it could have be’ is a flaw shows you do not actually care about the show. Because you care SO LITTLE about the show actually being good you try to prioritize something COMPLETELY DIVORCED from quality above all else.

And no one wanted them to just do it because it was not the right fucking time or place. Imagine a character in Berserk went off on a tangent about how gay they are. That’d be pretty cringy right? Now think of that same thing in MHA. Not even bad now is it? Because one is not built to support this and the other CAN support it.

Honestly, the way they handled Illa, from a purely writing standpoint, is the best way they could have gone about it. It’s used to emphasize her pain with Blake and quickly takes a backburner for Illa’s more personal and universal issues. They showed it was athing before moving onto more pressing matters.

It makes absolutely ZERO SENSE how a FANTASY REALM can be lacking so much variety in terms of its inhabitants. And Diversity is an AFTERTHOUGHT. Or a “lorebreaker” (remember the homophobic “how would you show gay characters? just have them make out during the chaos? That’d make no sense!” argument? Fun times!!!)

Damn near every single piece of fanart about Illa emphasizes her being gay, apparently that was an informed guess on their part. And honestly ticks me off since Illa is so much more than that.

How many times do we have to sift through the garbage comments on fanart (FAN ART!!!) of Blake being portrayed as black, as if that’s some huge leap from what she could have represented in the first place?

Representation doesn't matter here, it's the fact that these designs usually look like shit because the people making don’t care about good character design and use dark skin on a design that is built around light skin. It’s like if someone made a light skinned Emerald-it would look fucking awful.

How many times do ppl turn a blind eye to femslash fanart of team RWBY but suddenly complain when someone mentions the notion of one of the characters in team RWBY actually being canonically gay? Or bi? Or pan? Anything outside or in-between?

Never. I have literally never seen that happened. I’ve seen people be called homophobic for shipping straight ships before I say this.

Hateful people are like “u should be thankful” when they’re having a buffet of representation and we only get, not just breadcrumbs, but moldy ones that the ants are crawling on. Then, when we make our own stuff to satisfy us (again: FAN ART! FANFIC! HEADCANONS!!!) they’re suddenly so defensive and wanna police our shit???

A. Nobody has ever just eaten certain foods because of their color,

B. You actively REFUSE to accept any character that isn’t EXACTLY like you and proceed to try to hurt REAL PEOPLE over this. Mold crumbs with ants on them is more than you deserve, honestly STRAVATION is more than you deserve.

C. Making fanart and fanfics that are fundamentally WORSE than canon and calling it ‘fixed’ or ‘improved’ like these people always do is insulting. You are actively pissing people off.

Oh and D. I have seen people ATTACK OTHERS over them not following their headcanons.

RWBY’s first dark-skinned character was a villain. That’s not representation, that reinforces racist beliefs that black people are thugs and thieves that can’t be trusted and need to be put down.

Yes, a dark skinned character with understandable motives, symapethic beliefs and conflcits about her actions.

Meanwhile, the white guy Adam is portrayed as an edgelord monster who seeks genocide and talks like a Nazi.

RWBY’s first openly GAY character is a villain. That’s NOT representation. That reinforces homophobic beliefs that lesbians are predatory temptresses that seduce your daughters and sisters to lead them down a path of hellfire and brimstone.

Yes, the sympathetic lesbian who has shown more love and care and respect for Blake than her straight abusive boyfriend.

Adam pretty much exists to DISPROVE your shit on this front. All the bullshit you complain about in Illa ACTUALLY EXISTS in Adam except WORSE.

RWBY has been making transphobic jokes since volume 1 (Penny’s “*gasp* Is she a man?” reference to Blake) Those jokes reinforce the transphobic belief that trans people wear disguises to bait unassuming people so that they can harm them eventually.

A. Name me a single trans person who said that, let alone enough people for me to even consider that.

And B. Adam is cisgendered and a genocidial Nazi. Good luck beating that.

It’s not rocket science. Rooster Teeth’s animated show, “RWBY” has a problem not just with it’s writing, but with diversity. Pure and simple. And this show has had since 2014 to improve. But you’re still surprised that some of us are fucking mad.

And yet every single example you gave not only doesn’t work but would set a standard for STRAIGHT WHITE PEOPLE to complain about their representation. 

You and everyone in RWDE are mad because you WANT to be mad. It justifies the immoral bullshit you pull on a daily basis...

Huh, exactly like Adam.

Guess you guys ARE represented after all. And quite accurately.

[tails89]

Chapter three is here!!!!! 

I hope I have a good mix of disoriented Hiccup, concerned Stoick and Astrid, and some Toothless hunting for his rider.

Enjoy!

The first thing Hiccup was aware of was the pounding in his head. It radiated out from a spot behind his left ear and seemed to radiate all the way down to his toes.

The next thing he noticed was the rocking. The hard, wooden floor beneath him swayed, sending his stomach roiling. Swallowing convulsively, Hiccup rolled, realising his hands were tied together. He managed to shift onto his hands and knees just in time to cough the contents of his stomach up onto the floor.

He rested his head against his forearm, eyes scrunched shut and fought against another round on heaving.

Footsteps echoed loudly through the room. Hiccup cracked an eye open, desperately trying to get his bearings. There was a single torch on the wall, spluttering weakly. Hiccup squinted, trying to make out the figure at the end of the room.

His last memory was of Viggo in the forest. Had that been real or a dream? The silhouette on the other side of the room didn’t match Viggo’s build. Maybe Hiccup had imagined the whole thing.

He was beginning to get his bearings. He was on a boat, that much was certain, but where was Toothless? And why were his hands tied together?

The stranger was approaching; his footsteps were a heavy thud thud thud across the floor.

Hiccup scrabbled backwards, his back hitting the wall. The figure before him blocked out all the light from the torch. Hiccup ducked down into a ball, trying to make himself small in the corner. The stranger grabbed his hair, yanking Hiccup’s head up painfully. Something was pressed over his face. A cloth? It was wet. He struggled against the sickly-sweet scent that invaded his senses. His eyelids were lead weights. Hiccup fought to keep them open, but it was a losing battle. Sleep clawed at him dragging him down.

Down.

Down.

When Hiccup woke again the throbbing in his head had lessened. He shifted and quickly discovered the nausea was still well and truly present. His dry mouth was suddenly filling with saliva and he gagged weakly, rolling onto his side just in time to avoid choking on his own vomit.

Before he could even open his eyes, he heard the footsteps and the cloth was once again held over his nose and mouth.

“No,” he whined as its thick, cloying scent dragged him back down into an uneasy slumber.

***

“Anything?” Stoick paced anxiously in front of the fire, waiting for Astrid’s report.

“No, not yet,” Astrid sat down on one of the stools by the large table. “But we’re still waiting on a Terror mail from Heather and Dagur, and Fishlegs should be back soon too. Maybe-“ Astrid looked down at her hands. “Maybe Hiccup still needs more time.”

Stoick shook his head. “The note said he’d be gone a few days. It’s been a week Astrid.”

“Yeah, but it’s Hiccup,” Astrid reminded the Chief. Maybe she was looking at this the wrong way. Maybe Hiccup had gotten over his little tantrum but something else, a new island or a new dragon had caught his attention. She pointed this out to Stoick.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Stoick agreed, but he seemed to hesitate on the words.

Astrid could understand why. In the past, Hiccup had always at least remembered to send word back to them, so that they wouldn’t worry. Astrid clamped down on that thought and willed it away.

Stoick’s thoughts were in the same place. “Why hasn’t he sent one of those terrors? You don’t suppose he’s still angry, do you?”

Guilt flooded, unbidden through Astrid. No one had seen Hiccup since their argument. He’d been in a bad place. She had known that. That was the whole motive for getting Stoick involved in the first place. She’d simply been trying to distract him from his own pain and guilt. But that hadn’t worked. Astrid had pushed Hiccup, she knew he wasn’t like the other Vikings, he was… sensitive, that’s what she liked about him. Still she had pushed him to anger and had kept pushing, until he had exploded and taken off. He had left on Toothless with just a short note to his father; need time to clear my head. I’ll be back in a few days, Hiccup.

After four days, concern had begun to gnaw at Astrid’s stomach.

After five days, she couldn’t concentrate on anything. She’d almost hit Snotlout with her axe after failing to notice he’d followed her to the training ring. He’d complained loudly to anyone who would listen for the rest of the day.

After six days, Astrid had sent a letter to Heather, asking if Hiccup was with the Berserkers. Snotlout and the twins were sent to Outcast Island, Fishlegs went to see Mala and the Defenders of the Wing. Astrid herself had taken a trip to their old outpost. She hadn’t been able to get too close, the ash was still too thick in the air. She’d decided that even Hiccup wasn’t stupid enough to risk his health by landing on the inhospitable island.

With all the dragon riders scattered across the Barbaric Archipelago, one thing had become clear; no one had seen Hiccup.

“Hiccup’s always been a pacifist,” Astrid reminded his father. “But after what happened on the Edge… He was so shaken up. I’ve never seen him like that before.” Her shoulders slumped. “Maybe we- maybe I pushed him too far.”

“You can’t go blaming yourself lass.” Stoick paused his pacing to console the girl. “My boy has always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic. Gets it from is mum I suspect. I’m sure we’re both just over reacting. He’s fine and he’ll be back soon.”

Astrid nodded slowly. “I hope so,” she said softly.

***

The forest was quiet.

In the distance, he could hear the gentle sound of waves lapping the shore.

As he became more aware of what was happening around him, he could feel the faint throbbing of his paw and the loud rumble of his stomach.

Toothless rose carefully. The pain and confusion of the past few days was gone, replaced with hunger, and fear for Hiccup.

The Night Fury sniffed cautiously at the ground. There was an arrow lying in the dirt beside him. On it there was a mix of scents. Various forest animals had ventured close while the dragon lay sleeping, obscuring the smell of his rider, but Toothless could still pick up faint traces of Hiccup.

His saddle felt loose and uncomfortable, dragging against his scales in sensitive places. Toothless twisted to inspect the rigging, noticing that the leather had been cut in several places. With the help of a sturdy tree, Toothless was able to shrug out of the useless flying harness and dump the mess of metal and leather on the ground.

The dragon inhaled deeply, picking up traces of Hiccup and traces of the man who had taken Hiccup. He searched the forest, following the scent. It was indistinct in places, and Toothless was not a tracker class dragon. The trail was several days old, and he lost it twice.

The scent got stronger right on the edge of the trees. It was leading Toothless straight towards a clump of bushes. The dragon rushed forwards, eager to reunite with his friend. He dove into the shrubbery and nosed through the leaves.

He paused, head cocked, nostrils flaring. The trail continued past the bushes and out into the open.

Toothless pawed through the leaves again, uncovering Hiccup’s metal foot. The boy was not here.

He stepped out of the cover of the trees for a moment. Most likely the track would head towards the village where Hiccup’s scent could be mixed with the scents of many others, making him harder to find.

Toothless hesitated at the tree line. Hiccup had warned him to stay hidden.

He snorted, shaking his head at the thought.

He was a Night Fury! He feared no Viking! But without a tail he was slow and vulnerable to attack. He would have to wait until dark, until he could blend in with his surroundings and sneak into the Viking town.

The dragon backed up into the trees and sat, waiting for night to fall.

The wait was agonising. Though they were intelligent creatures, dragons had no real concept of time. Toothless paced back and forth just within the boundary of the forest as the sun began its slow decent towards the horizon.

As soon as it was dark enough, Toothless took off towards the village.

He quickly learnt that the town was much larger than Berk, but it still had many dark corners to hide in.

The Night Fury lurked on the outskirts of town until just before dawn. It was a tactic the dragons had used when they had raided villages for food. The occupants were much more likely to be in bed at that hour.

Toothless ducked through town, heading towards the water. Vikings who did not have dragons used boats to travel from one island to another. That was likely where Hiccup had been taken.

As he neared the docks, Toothless caught another scent. Not Hiccup’s. Nor did it belong to the evil man who had taken him. But this new scent was just as familiar. Toothless followed it to one of the ships, he had to step out in the open to dash across the wharf and onto the boat. Cautiously, the Night Fury pushed at the wooden door that led below deck.

It creaked open.

The dragon froze.

Soft, even breathing filled the space.

Silently Toothless crept across the floor towards the bed.

He did know this man!

He shoved the sleeping figure with his paw. The man woke up with a shriek, clutching his blankets to his chest at the sight of the large dragon leaning over him.

“No! Oh Thor!” He scrambled away, then recognition set in.

“Toothless?” The man scratched his beard. “My, but where is Master Hiccup?” He glanced around the room, slowly coming to the realisation that the dragon was alone. He turned back to Toothless. “You are a long way from home.”

Toothless grumbled, trying to convey to this human that his rider was gone. That they needed to find him. He flapped his tail over the bed, revealing the missing fin and placed his injured paw on the man’s chest, the arrow wound still healing.

The trader’s expression fell.

“Oh no.”

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