#as one of his traits is being a master arms man

[anantaru]

— their favorite kind of pda (public display of affection)

including kaeya, diluc, kazuha, kaveh, alhaitham, scaramouche, baizhu, heizou x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, very sweet n cute

kaeya likes when it's you who's initiating it instead, when now— you're suddenly looping your hand into his arm and tugging him a bit close too, so you would awkwardly bump into each other and laugh it off afterwards, so that even in the middle of the night, everyone could see and recognize how madly in love the both of you were. another part was the immediate reaction of kaeya, how he‘s trying to play off becoming all flustered, still not addressing it, while his arm was closing around you further until you‘re practically smushed into each other while forgetting where you even wanted to go in the first place. oh, right, good hunter! on the way to eat a good meal, yet kaeya thinks it might be better to take some food home so you could continue your little cuddle session more throughout.

when it comes to master diluc, he— in all his luminosity, adores placing his palm against your lower back. all things considered was it a subtle kind of shifting which you personally did not mind. diluc wasn't a fan of having a dozen pairs of eyes fixated on him, nor on his relationship with you— yes, he couldn't possibly stop it from happening but he at least tried to give nothing away regarding you both, what you were doing wasn't to be anyones business, ever. yet regardless of such, he would never leave an opportunity untouched of showing the public that you're the one who claimed his heart. diluc has the chance now and tenderly placing his palm on your lower back was a perfect motion which would bring the both of you an immediate swift of love and contentment.

kazuha was someone who was never really thinking about it more throughout nor did he never feel like he must show anything of that sorts to the public eye. so, when he meets up with you he'd be very spontaneous with it as well, you could never guess on what it's going to be today or what the man was planning. occasionally he'd get a hold of your hand, or start twirling you around, place his palms on your cheeks and humorously squeeze or add a little peck on the tip of your nose. whatever the case, it was your clear-out favorite, one of his most dearest traits, his spontaneous nature and how he implemented it into your relationship with such ease, this man truly had captured your heart and you won't ever take it away from him.

your sweet boyfriend kaveh was a sucker for holding your hand while sauntering through sumeru city— while, you had to be certain, he'd never let go of you. call it being a small quantity of a protective emotion that would fuel your boyfriends desire to have your palm on his for the entire duration of your meet up. keep in mind, sometimes he doesn't even realize he's still holding onto you and you have to remind him that "love, can you let go of my hand for a bit?" so you could stretch and turn, getting rid of the little burn coming from kaveh's strong grip. "w-why?" would be the next thing you'd hear from him— while now, it's assurance which you were counting on the utmost, because in truth you couldn't get enough of him holding your hand either.

it was quite new for alhaitham to ease into the entire relationship sphere and its supposed doings to consider. for you personally, he can take as much time as he required as long as he was wholly comfortable and happy. while the scribe wasn't a man of big words, he had now, developed a habit of parting his arm for you whenever he was fully engaged and locked into an intriguing new book. lets picture this, you're visiting him after a busy day, while he wouldn't say much he'd now open his arm automatically so you could snugly cuddle yourself into him, slant your cheek into his chest while feeling his tranquil heart beat against your skin as alhaitham carried on to page through his book, which was now, he realizes, a little bit more difficult.

scaramouche wouldn‘t admit it to you, ever, don‘t even think he might consider telling you that, yes, he in fact adores when you catch him entirely off guard and put a little kiss on his cheek— just one, subtle and tender peck on his squishy skin. the next you knew is how he‘s awkwardly averting his gaze and viewing the other direction, just doing something so you wouldn‘t notice the obvious red tint on his milky skin, how the moonlight was glaring right down on it and accentuating his mess of a reaction to you. how come he‘s already longing for another kiss? hidden underneath the night, scaramouche realized it‘s a scenario which certainly had already been written in a romance novel, but it‘s making him feel warm and secured, so he might return the favor now.

you were sure of it, truly, that baizhu had a sweet craving on having you on his lap as much as possible. first of all, it requires no engagement of his own limbs and muscles, he can leisurely stay seated on his work desk while you're taking place— one arm around his neck while you kept the other to yourself or decided to play with his hair. second of all, baizhu could now, talk to you while simultaneously further engage in his research and work load. but not only that, it can also go the exact opposite direction, he especially adored it when out in public, when you're having a sweet picnic and it's baizhu now lowering his head on your lap, so he could rest for a little bit while surrounded by both your scent and the soft melodies of nature— maybe you'll even slant your digits through his hair again, jokes aside, he hopes you'd do it.

how many different kinds of versions regarding pda were accessible to your ordinary person? the pretty detective heizou would make sure to try all of them at least once. your boyfriend thinks it‘s to enjoy and taste each and every thing in life, so why would he only set himself to one of it? in the beginning, heizou will start with holding your hand, testing the waters, while later he‘ll be all over you, mix and matching everything into another. lets say you‘re suddenly meeting a friend, don‘t think he‘d leave you guys to it, heizou will hug you from behind while resting his head on your shoulder, he‘s a perfect smooth-talker and will flawlessly engage himself into the conversation. it‘s known to the public eye that the both of you are inseparable, only showing up as a pair and now you‘re showing it too.

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His Mate, finally someone to call his…

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 3)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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“Tell me,” Hawks’ voice sounded deeper, raspier almost feral, as it you were facing a darker self of the same man, and the next words that came out of his mouth made you realize how affected he was, for you have never EVER, had such a raw response.

 “...May I fuck you as your way of thanking me for saving you?”

“...W-what?” You stammered, shock dripping down your tone, an eyebrow raising almost comically. 

“Whaddya say, kid—” Hawks purred, closing the distance so much that you found yourself upholstered against the cold wall behind you, the broad chest of the winged hero pressed flush against you as your shaky hands latched onto his black, hero shirt. “You said you could handle me...”

Wrapping one of your hands in his, he guided it down so you could feel his hard rock cock through his pants, a hoarse moan accompanied his next words as the hero guided you to start to pump him. “I can't assure you that I'll be gentle....” the speed of his hand increased, letting you feel every ridge and swelled vein in his fat erection, “but I can assure that you will LOVE to give that tight, warm cunt to me.” 

The golden around his eyes was gone, completely eaten by the blown pupil, anxiety starting to take its toll on you, this was too much.... never in your life have you had such a reaction from anyone you healed... and suddenly Recovery girl's words echoed in your head again. The lack of control from your quirk can have adverse results on the wounded, especially on persons who have animal traits... don't use it at that level until you are one hundred percent sure you can master it... 

Hawks had animal traits, even his fucking hero name was one of an actual animals.... you screwed up, HARD.

“Hawks, S-sir, I...” You didn’t find it in you to move. Every single fiber of your being screamed to listen to his advice and run, but you couldn’t. 

The heat was suddenly too much when you could clearly feel his cock twitching on your palm, and lively snatching your hand, you pushed Hawks away with all your force, a wicked smile stretched his mouth, even so, scooted over so you could attempt to run to a secluded corner next to a dumpster, to catch your breath. 

His step faltered just a second before he felt compelled to trail behind, slumping beside you, unceremoniously. His head lolled, dipping to press another whisper of a kiss to your jaw, like he didn't care in the slightest, that you were trying to get away from him. 

A warm hand rested over your shoulder, and you felt yourself shiver. “Usually, I don’t fancy brats,” Hawks said, and without breaking a sweat, grinded you against the wall without contemplation, “But you are sooooo cute, I´ll make an exception.” 

“Hawks, Sir!” it was so weird to call Sir someone closer to your age than that of your cousin’s, yet, your voice seemed looped on it, “you are being influenced by my quirk...it is-it is based on energy that–” He didn't let you finish when you were being caged between his arms again, soft lips peppering your face with invasive kisses. 

“—I don’t care, brat, I warned you.” The hero spatted, and a tear threatened to peek at the corner of your eye, yet you inhaled sharply and instead set your mind in hero mode, you weren’t some damsel in distress, you were a hero in training… perhaps there was still a chance for you to complete the healing loop, and satiate Hawks enough for him to come back to his usual self, at least for a moment to be able to talk him out of fucking you raw. 

Slowly, you started to wiggle out of his arms, but then paused for a second to tilt your chin up, and press a tender kiss to his lips to which he responded eagerly, flushed and awfully anxious you tried not to get distracted from your task when he mmphs low in his throat and his hand snaked up to cradle your jaw, holding you there for just a bit longer than you originally planned.

You tried to low his libido down, but your resistance instead urged him to grind his hard rock erection against you, so ready for you to take care of it. And there was when you saw your way out, this was the chance you were looking for, the winged hero was already too lost in his hormonal brain, too affected by your quirk, too deep into his own instinctual behavior to listen to reason....so, you needed to plunge him out by force.... hard and fast, an explosion of pleasurable release.... you were going to have to make him cum, and preferably, without raping you in the process.

The first thing was to separate him a bit from you, but right now that seemed to be the most difficult... since the dirtiness of the things he whispered devilishly against your ear were paralyzing you...

“I´m gonna stuff you with my chicks, you are gonna look soooooo pretty all swelled and heavy...” he breathed into your mouth. His voice teasing, yet again, held undertones of something deeper, something similar to devotion.... almost too caring. This man groping you wasn't the hero persona you’d seen on the news; this was the man behind the mask asking you to bare his children and become utterly his. 

“I can barely wait to come home to my pretty little wifey, waiting for me—” one of his hands dipped under the rim of your skirt, slowly worming his fingers to snatch your shirt up until the skin of your belly was exposed for him to place his big, calloused palm on top—reverently—as if you were meant to be his most prized person, “...round belly, full of my chicks and big, pretty smile on your face,” he kept daydreaming, “-SO ready for me to fill you again.”

Even using all your strength, you weren't able to move it off of you one inch, and worry spiked up when his advantageous palm keep traveling down your lower belly, dragging closer and closer under your panties—you knew what he was after, so you reduced to use a lamer approach. 

“Let me-let me do something first...” you pleaded, and thankfully it caught his sporadic attention, cocking his head to the side quizzically to then dive his face in the hollow of your neck, and breath the next words out. “Sorry, kid, I like to take the lead—”

“That´s okey!” you hurried, “it’s just- it's my... my first time... please, just let me—” you prayed for this to work, desperation really turning your voice into a pitiful sound.

Hawks thought about it for a moment, and grinning more to himself, gift you some space to do whatever you wanted to do –of course under his supervision– it would be embarrassing, and honestly, you didn't know if you would make it work but you had to try, because you refused to have a teenage pregnancy.

“Your show, kid.” Hawks spilled, sassy grin firmly on his face. 

Oh! How you wished he weren't looking so attentively.

“Could you close your eyes—”

“No.”

Well, that was fast, but expected. 

Arming yourself with courage, carefully fixed your disheveled shirt and to the best of your ability stood straight in steady legs, but then stopped for an entirely different reason. 

“Can you please.... —can you please unbuckle your pants?” The words rushed out of you, embarrassment eating you out, painfully. 

“Good girl.” He praised, nimbly unbuckling his belt, and without you having to ask, took himself out.  

Your orbs almost popped out of its sockets, you had seen a dick before but none this big, Hawks was massive, long and thick with a very pretty pink shade, and a dusting of blond hairs nesting on top. “As you can surely see, I’m pretty big, baby,” he cooed in a low rasp, “We better prepare you first, or it’s gonna hurt—like a lot,” you swallowed, thickly. 

And the moment you saw him smearing precum all over the head of his length, and dip two fingers inside his mouth to let his drool cover them to then lick his lips while wiggling the after mentioned digits at you—you didn't know what came over you. Perhaps you truly were possessed or just too determined, but you rushed towards him, and your hand reached between his thighs.

Hawks exhaled sharply leaning into your touch, letting his hot breath wash over your face and you felt him widen his stance to accommodate closer to you. Experimentally, you pumped him once and felt him brace an arm behind the small of your back, supporting himself on the solid wall as your fingers began to slip, treacherously slow, up and down his reddened cock.

He choked out a strangled sigh when you gripped him from the base and began to coil your hand to then cup his heavy balls. His head lolled once more, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, panting, bursts of hot breath fanning over your throat.

You felt your own breath quicken, felt yourself getting bolder, nevertheless, the uneasy feeling of being jacking off a total stranger in the open, never leaving your mind.

You meshed your other hand into his golden locks and pulled him closer, pressing your body flush against his. Hawks moaned, keening, his arm now firmly around your waist. You shushed him quietly, tightening the hold on his shaft while gaining speed and precision with each stroke. 

In this position, you looked as though you were only consoling a Hero who had a rough week, simply hugging in the dim light of the lonely alley. The shadows hiding you both, that feral Golden gaze reserved only for you. 

“—Is the pressure, Okey?” You sighed into his cheek.

“Please don’t stop...” Hawks whimpered. “God, don’t fucking stop—”

You didn’t, but it wasn’t enough, your touch felt naughtily good, but he was accustomed to experienced partners, even hand jobs needed certain speed and pressure to be fulfilling. The frustrating feeling of not getting what he wanted, edged him to wrap your hand with his and pump your fist faster- it wasn’t as tight, or warm or heavenly as your virgin cunt should feel- but it did scratch the itch, ever so slightly. 

Pressing his face flush against your neck, inhaling deeply. Your scent helped him get closer. He made you jerk him faster, harder. He needed more, more accurate, you, moaning and screaming for him to breed you—mate you. 

His Mate, finally someone to call his… that precious thought and your warm hand achieved the goal a little, just a few drops of pearly cum squeezed out, but enough to grant him a second of coherency. 

“I know what you—what you are trying to do.... kid,” His voice was deep, yet it wasn't the rut speaking, this was actually Hawks.

“Hawks...?” you called out. 

“In the flesh-...ngh!...” he attempted to joke but his voice cracked as he moaned, “This was—FUCK—it was very smart of you...” you could see the struggle in his features, it sounded like he was in pain, “—but I need more....much, much, muchMORE....” he smiled at you, apologetically, “-to be able to tame this fucking rut.”

He knew what he was asking, and even when hated to do it, knew as well that you would prefer that than carry his children and having him strapped to your hip for the next eighteen years, only letting you go once your offspring was able to be autonomous. 

“I-…I can´t…I´m sorry, Hawks—” you trailed, shame curling your lips down, at the knowledge that all of this was your own fault. 

“I know-... sweet girl, its fine...” He cooed, narrowed eyes locked in you cum stained fingers, “I understand… but I need you to understand as well—” 

His voice sounded more strained with each passing second, the winged hero could feel himself slipping away again, he didn’t want to ask, but sure as hell, would hate a lot more to end up taking you by force. 

“—I can’t control myself…” He confessed, “not when in rut and—” 

“I understand.” You muttered, quietly. 

“You do?” 

You nodded, unable to look him in the eye, yet you felt his hand when gently caressed your cheek once, before it latched on to your nape and yanked, hinting you. 

“Then please —please, don’t make me ask.” 

You wondered if he had ever had to beg someone before, of course not, he could have whoever he wanted. Quit stalling, your mind scolded and you felt the pull of his hand again, a little more demanding.

Taking your hand, like a true gentleman, help you to your knees. It was the least he could do, and shame reflected in his eyes when you looked up. Hard and heavy cock throbbing with need in front of your face, ready to be swallowed down. 

Your mouth quivered and before you could set your mind to engulf him, his knuckles gently traced your jawline tenderly, pampering the skin before dip a thumb into your mouth, smearing it with saliva and moistening your dry lips.

You looked as ready as you could be, for someone about to give a blowjob to the number two hero. 

COMING SOON PART 4....

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Random unassorted headcanons for BlushBlush boys (main game and phone flings)

!! Also some of the guys just won’t be on here, sorry akdnsm

- Nimh used to have strong compulsive tendencies due to worrying over his health, but he’s been trying to form healthier habits like working on grounding and meditation

- Fabian would have a guilty pleasure fascination with legs and feet but he’d never fully admit it

- Garret isn’t entirely as himbo-like as he lets on and sometimes uses people’s expectations of him to his advantage, but on the whole he’s still the sweetheart we know

- Garret gets a kick out of (lightly) teasing his partner and may play around using his strength on them sometimes (consensually obv)

- Stirling had a considerably long phase where he had long hair (think mid-back length)

- Logan has a lisp

- Cole is hypermobile in his arms and legs (and that also means chronic pain wooooo)

- Eli is a sex-favorable aroace

- Reece is autistic and also maybe aroace

- Ferris is a fidgeter and either currently or needs to collect fidget toys to play with at work so he doesn’t pull at his hair or pick at his skin absentmindedly

- Anon has freckles and moles all over

- Jaxon has intimacy issues and it’s relevant to his future character growth

- Ferris is a chronic Twitter user and doom scroller

- Boss has TMJ disorder

- Poe has a hobby and decent knowledge on scavenging for, bleaching, and collecting animal bones

- In that vein, Poe keeps a box of sterile latex gloves in his room

- Most of the guys don’t really have six packs (aside from maybe Kelby and Logan)

- Garret has a Lot more hair than his game sprite

- Cashew has conflicted feelings about his father

- Haru can be a bit choosy about who gets to touch/handle his hair, he doesn’t get aggressive about it usually tho. More like a “ahhh someone’s being a little handsy in places they shouldn’t!” or whatever

- Poe, Cash, and Cole all go to the same college

- Cole goes to college? I guess? Idk

- Kelby has ADHD and horrible impulse control when alone (I will never let him live down the time he admitted to eating flowers off the side of the road)

- Ace and Kelby have karaoke nights (Ace’s idea)

- Scale entered the assassin academy at a young age and is probably a bit developmentally stunted in areas outside of physical wellness

- Scale knows how to speak Mandarin nearly fluently

- Volks is secretly a picky eater (meaning you can usually tell when he doesn’t want to eat a certain food but he’d still force himself to eat it anyway)

- Nimh can get irritated/overwhelmed by loud noises such as when he’s in crowds, so he brings around earplugs and/or noise canceling earbuds with him just in case

- Sven works in stocks as his day job and is a streamer on the side, sometimes giving quick advice and lessons on finances every now and then

- Dmitri is much more of a jokester than he lets on and would use brainrot speak for its effective psychic damage on anyone in earshot

- Reece has frequent conversations with his ship whom can communicate back, especially to help work through his thoughts

- Anon has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and he has cleaning compulsions which he often does whenever stressing

- Seth can bring back his cooler horns, ears, and tail, but he doesn’t doesn’t care enough to

- Cole was one of the most disappointed when he changed back into a full man, no longer manimal, and lost all his cool traits

- Drake’s accommodations for his spell casting class had to do with the sensory aspect of casting which made him too physically uncomfortable (from sweat or itchiness or just general overheating) which led to the solution of casting with less clothes on

- Eli has a collection of those gaudy socks with text and funny patterns on them

- Poe is a thrifter and DIY master for his clothes and accessories, but he still thinks he’s an amateur

…… There’s probably a bunch more but I need to go to bed so uhhh goodnight akdnsk

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

Rammstein MC ( Head Canon)

Notes: currently watching Sons of Anarchy again. I love that show.

It got me thinking of Rammstein being a motorclub instead of a metal band. What would their positions be?

I asked @millasketches her artistic opinion and she made this awesome piece of art for my head canon. Thank you for this collaboration darling! Much love!🖤🤌

Till is the president of the MC. Handing out orders and ensure that all collaborations with other gangs run smoothly. He takes no bullshit from no one and is not afraid to get his hands dirty when retaliation is needed. You being his old lady, are his queen. He carries you on his hands, but as soon as you become a bit too intrusive, he puts you back in your corner with a lot of swearing and sometimes getting physical. Afterwards he always tell you he's sorry while kissing your hands and telling you, you are his queen.

Till would ride a Harley Davidson Knucklehead

Flake is RAMMSTEIN's hacker and keeps their technology up to date. He is also in charge of club surveillance, and manages some of the club's intelligence and communication. Him being the smartest of them all. He isn't really into violence unless he has no other choice. The club didn't patch him in for a long time untill Flake earned their trust with his technicall abilities. He hated to being on long runs. He would miss his old lady to much. When he wasn't with the club , he loved being home with you helping you cook and clean the house. He would sit down on the couch reading a book when you were asleep in his lap. You were his happy place.

Flake's riding a Electra Tri-Glide.

Richard has served as Sergeant-at-Arms of the motorcycle club, which means that he was responsible for discipline within the chapter's jurisdiction. Till would ask Richard and Olli for the ''dirty jobs''. His job is to let the bodies disappear. Maybe send a decapitated head or some stray fingers to a rival MC. Richard his old lady was Milla.

Together they have a daughter called Maxime. She was 13 and looked very much like her dad which caused her to get in trouble in school sometimes. She was a real daddy's girl.

He has a Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob with a lot of customization. The bike sports a lot of skulls and spikes in various places. These along with the engine are in chrome.  

Christoph Schneider's most powerful trait was his unbreakable loyalty towards RAMMSTEIN MC. Even after spending five years in jail for the club, he was willing to do anything to help them. After his release from prison, Schneider was torn between leaving the club and becoming a family man or staying with the MC and risking his life and freedom once again. He eventually chose to stay in the club which caused his wife to divorce him. He later got remarried.

Schneider ride's a Harley Davidson Dyna super glide

Olliver enjoys killing. He is also a master of torture, being able to implement all kinds of creative torments in order to find out information. He also has been described as being cheap, even reusing condoms. Though violent, Olli is very caring, loyal, and kind with his fellow members, and sudden expressions of emotion are not uncommon when his fellow members are hurt badly.

Olli has no old lady but has a dobermann called Duchess.

Olli rides a Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob FXDB

And last but definetly not least , my man Paul

Paul is extremely loyal to his club. However, he finds himself doubting the MC's outlaw violence and illegal business-oriented direction, growing weary of all the problems and stress associated with the lifestyle, which causes tension between him and his president Till.. Paul is calm, funny and collected most of the time but is easily angered and has no remorse in killing people he thinks deserves it. However, he does usually act in a friendly and warm-hearted manner but is hard to reason with when is angry. He is extremely loyal to his old lady and takes good care of her. Together they have a chihuahua called Minni.

Paul would ride a Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport

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Sokka’s sexism was not an important growing point for his character - an Essay

I’ve seen all the discourse online about people up in arms about the toning back of Sokka’s sexism in the Netflix ATLA. (Almost everyone I have spoken to have brought it up as a reason to hate the Netflix ATLA) I think that anger is knee jerk, and misguided. It never mattered WHAT the Netflix adaptation was changing, people were always going to be angry about it. They could have announced Momo is a girl now, and people would have raged. Momo being a girl would have changed NOTHING about the series, but people would have been outraged.

Just like I believe Sokka being sexist or not being sexist really changes nothing in the scope of the story, themes, and is not the character growth people claim it to be. Hear me out. Let’s break it down and think about it in terms of themes and character development and how it affects the entire plot.

Sokka is introduced as being cartoonishly sexist in the very first episode of ATLA. As a device simply to make Katara rage. He keeps this trait for a grand total of 3 episodes until episode four when a girl whoops his ass and his sexism is cured forever onward. In the span of a 30 minute episode Sokka’s sexism was given a what for and through that he was transformed into a better man?

Imagine if Zuko’s mental and emotional journey had been solved in a 30 min episode, and wasn’t a lessen he had to repeatedly fail and try and fail and try time and time again. Imagine if Katara’s waterbending journey, or obnoxious controlling nature was just solved in a 30 min episode and not something she struggled with and fought for the entire series.

But let’s say his sexism is super important as everyone claims. Let’s explore it.

When is it challenged ever again in the entire series?

When Sokka leads the invasion on the Fire Nation, there aren’t a bunch of women in that army. He leads an army of men.

When Sokka needs to find a sword master to teach him the art of sword play, it’s a man. He never needed to overcome sexism to accept a non-traditional master.

Nearly all women, sans Toph and Katara, that have any long lasting influential moments in Sokka’s character development are women he has a romance with. Woman whose motivations and agency rely on a man.

The Kyoshi warriors that kicked his ass? What of them? Sokka has to rescue Suki from prison. It’s not tackling some gender equality issue. Suki is a woman in distress and Sokka is the man who comes to rescue her. (Cute and romantic, but hardly tackling a gender cliche.)

Do the Kyoshi warriors ever engage in any actual battle that matters to the plot and win? Not really. Instead the important role of the Kyoshi warriors is to be nurturing to Appa while he’s lost. A traditionally female role. And to provide a way for Azula to overtake Bah Sing Sei. (Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls, but the show never again utilized them in a way that challenged sexism.)

Sokka didn’t need to overcome sexism to respect Azula. Azula commanded and earned all the respect she needed. Sokka didn’t need to overcome sexism to respect Toph. Toph earned his respect by kicking the ass of everyone around him.

At no point in the rest of ATLA was Sokka’s sexism ever challenged after episode 4. It never helped him become a better leader because he never had to lead women whose respect he needed to earn. It never helped him develop his warrior skills. It didn’t affect the plot and his growth as a character any farther than getting a hilarious butt whooping in the fourth episode.

Sokka overcoming sexism wasn’t well written, it was a GAG. A goof. Ha ha funny, man got his butt beat by women and was forever cured.

If we really think about it seriously, as character growth, people who have had sexism so rooted into their beliefs don’t just overcome it because one woman broke the status quo and kicked their ass. That’s lazy writing. It was lazy in the cartoon and it would have been extra lazy in a show that had even less time to explore the issue.

Sexism, if they REALLY wanted to tackle it as a serious issue, should have been a problem Sokka had to challenge several times, and have his preconceived notions proven wrong and dismantled. It should have made him a better leader, or a more respectful fighter.

Instead it’s treated like a joke.

The Netflix ATLA decided to tone it back with Sokka, because from a writing standpoint it made more sense thematically for Katara to challenge sexism with the Northernn water tribe. They didn’t have the time or the budget to poorly tackle the issue of sexism twice, so they focused tackling the issue where it mattered to the plot and where it mattered to KATARA’s character journey more.

I’m tired of people screaming how much they loved his sexism and how the Netflix adaptation is rotten without his sexism. It’s not a lack of media literacy that it was cut. It was media literacy that led to it being cut. A writer recognized when the message was important and when it wasn’t.

That’s all I got to say. You don’t have to agree with me. But these were my thoughts on the matter.

[minie-mastermind]

Been thinking about the various "What if Shadow was made with different alien DNA instead of the Black Arms" AU's that are out there and realised they all have one thing in common. They never change the fact that he looks like Sonic. In universe there's no reason I know of that he looks like Sonic even though he's meant to be the perfect life form, so if he was made with different DNA he could look like anyone and that got me thinking.

What if every different alien DNA AU made him look like a different member of the Sonic gang?

Different DNA, personality and narrative around it all. Shadows main motivation is anger and vengeance in the first game so each one would have different motivating emotions.

What if he was made with Wisp DNA, was called Twilight and looked like Tails? Having the ability not only to jump into living beings, but also to jump into machines. Being used by gun for various purposes to help progress prototypes, only to be told by Gerald not to help them if he's captured because it is prototype weapons he's been helping them build. Feeling used and angry after the death of Maria he goes on to help Eggman controlling larger and larger machines to fight Sonic and his faker Tails. Only to talk to Amy by the end and realize the error of his ways and help power up Sonic super form to prevent the destruction of Earth. The character arc being a dark mirror of tales feeling like a sidekick to sonic and thinking what he would be like without him, the moral being no man is an island.

What if he was made with Seedrain DNA, was called Thorn and looked like Amy Rose? Having the ability to control plant life led to the Ark becoming a modern Garden of Eden. With a relationship more like a sister too Maria she took her death harder and although still angry her defining character traits were sadness and apathy. More so going along with Doctor Eggman's plans out of a lack of care mixed with vengeance. That is until speaking to her faker Amy upon the ark and realising the error of her ways. Still going super to try and stop the beam, but not being strong enough to completely stop any damage. Falling to Earth into the crater that is left and overtime Sonic team arrives it has became an overgrown garden just like what was on the Ark. Amy cares deeply for everyone and her dark mirror should present the lack of that care affecting the individual along with the world around them. There character arc becoming learning how to care again.

What if he was made with Zeti DNA, was called Knight and looked like Knuckles? Having the ability to disrupt technology around them as well as incredible strength. Meaning The Ark was built to not only measure Knight's strength but to withstand his electrical outbursts. All of the extra protection along with Maria's wish to see the earth led to an inpatient and impulsive personality. Frequently being told off by G.U.N. for the destruction of property led to him fostering a dislike before outright hatred after Maria's death. So when Doctor Eggman wanted to go up against them he was more than happy to and being considered more of a hindrance for the help due to his powers he was kept at Arms length in less over a computer screen. This leading to him meeting his faker Knuckles earlier and ending in a fight as you would expect. After speaking to Amy and realizing the truth he would go on to have a super form to try and stop the Ark. Eventually falling to Earth and losing their memories except for their hatred for robots after Doctor Eggman's betrayal. A major factor of knuckles is his patience as the Guardian of the Master Emerald so his dark mirror should be impatient in all ways seeking immediate gratification and revenge without thinking before learning the error of their ways.

[aimbutmiss]

Buggy stared at the stone wall in front of him with wonder and curiosity, as if the mysterious box-shaped rock held the secrets to life itself.

It probably did. At least a fragment of it.

“Fascinating, isn’t it? The ancient language.”

Buggy stopped his deep staring to turn to the tall man beside him. “It looks beautiful.”

Oden smiled at him. “Couldn’t agree more, Buggyjiro. What’s interesting about the writing system here is that it doesn't display the phonetics alone. The order of symbols and the way they’re connected also dictates the grammar…”

Buggy listened to the enthusiastic man talk about the writing in front of them, explaining and translating as he went. Maybe he was trying to pass down at least bits of the forgotten yet ever important language to him, or he was just really passionate about the poneglyphs. Either way, Buggy took every little piece of information that fell from Oden’s mouth as if it was a sacred treasure.

He stopped his little lecture as little Hiyori walked –more like stumbled, up to the stele and touched the surface with her tiny hand, babbling passionately. Though neither of them could understand what the little girl was trying to convey, they listened intently as if every little noise out of her made perfect sense.

“Is this one causing you two any trouble?”

Toki came over to them, walking in small steps as usual, and picked up the still bubbling Hiyori in her arms.

“Oh, not at all. She’s a clever girl, like her mom.” Oden said, making his wife giggle.

The samurai looked at them as if they were the most valuable treasure in the whole wide world. It warmed Buggy’s insides, yet there was a pang in his heart. Family. Something he longed to have for himself down the line, but he didn’t know if he could ever have it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when a strong hand squeezed his shoulder.

“I can tell you’re deep in thought. It’s good to think, but you need to learn when to get out of your own head, Buggy.”

Buggy looked up to his captain, not understanding when the man had even walked up to them. He hadn’t heard anything when he was approaching.

“Sorry. A lot to think about, though.”

“Hm, indeed. But you’re only 13. No need to think so hard at your age. Look at Shanks, he’s the master of not thinking.”

Buggy turned his head to watch Shanks run around the land, chasing a large snake around as he laughed without worry. Buggy grimaced. “That would be because he’s an idiot.”

Roger laughed. “That’s not such a bad thing in this world. If anything, you’re the one who’s too clever.”

“And that’s bad?”

“No, not quite. I just worry that’s all.”

Before Buggy could ask him to elaborate, the man abandoned the subject as he turned to Oden.

“You think you can leave a message in my steed on here? To let the future generations know that I was here.”

Oden laughed loudly, as he did most things. “Of course, Captain. That is if you can find anything that would dent this stone.”

Roger laughed back. “Who said anything about carving on the poneglyph, idiot? There’s no need, especially not when there’s a perfectly good gold surface next to it.”

That made Buggy smile. The captain was clever too, much more so than him, yet he couldn't see how that was a bad thing. If anything, he liked being clever because it made him more similar to the captain. They didn't look anything alike and he certainly didn't have his bravery. He'd like to have a trait of his to remember him by.

He frowned. Perhaps thinking too much was indeed not a good thing. He turned to the sacred bell of Shandora as the dialogue in the background became background noise; and though he was not raised to be religious, he prayed that he had a little more time with his dad captain.

[ardbar]

Do you think Evbo ever gets cravings?

Sometimes I wonder if a diet of only raw meat mixed with the natural magic that would come from being so close to The Void 24/7 could change the Noobs biologically. Not a lot, but it makes it easier for them to digest meat than other foods. Raw food becomes easier and easier on their stomach with each passing day. Over weeks their teeth turn sharp to help them rip apart the tough food they are given. They don't have the armor that the pros do, so the magic makes their legs sturdier. They can jump as fast as others without special training but the claws that can only be used through Leather Boots due to the flexibility of the material helps them grip the blocks better. Evbo has almost fallen many times because he tried to grip the edge of a block with his Talons and lean outward for a better view of something, only for his Talons to strike the metal of the soles of his boots instead of the soft grass and dirt. Their eyes shine back light due to the fact there are no light sources other than the sun.

Perhaps their arms are much stronger than any other layer as well, because they're the only ones who will sometimes slip and grabbing onto the side of a block they haul themselves back up. Never when a Pro is around to see them of course, but in secret they teach eachother how to Grip.

These changes only really effect those who have lived there for weeks or months, with Evbo and The Old Man being the Most Changed of all of them due to being the only ones who have survived there for Years. Evbo doesn't know why he makes everyone on the higher levels nervous when they look at him. He doesn't know that he literally registers as Other to them with proportions that are Slightly Off. Arms to thick, claws to long, teeth to sharp, eyes that reflect Golden.

Mmm, this started off as reasons why Evbo would crave raw meat and spiraled into him being Uncanny Valley to the Masters and Pros. But speaking of meat! I wonder if his transformation over the years left him craving the taste and texture of raw meat. I wonder if he ever goes to the Pro Level as champion to "inspect" the farms and take 3 or four raw stake and chicken and run all the way to his throne with them. I wonder if he has a chest next to it, packed with ice. A chest stocked with raw meat that he can tear into and taste Home. I wonder if he ever cries into his hidden meat stash.

I wonder what EMF thought when he became champion and found a chest packed with ice and raw meat sitting in a place only Evbo could reach before that moment. I wonder if he asked. I wonder if Evbo would have answered.

OOOOO THIS IS SUPER COOL! I really love the way you wrote it, body horror is just so much fun. This honestly reminded me of the Magnus archives a tad, so if you are into that sort of stuff I would check it out. In other minecraft related propertys I've played around with ideas of the void warping and twisting creatures into something that Isn't quite human, I think I have a grian fic about that floating around on a03. While it's not an idea I've given more thought to for Parkciv I still think it's really cool! I think it would also be kinda interesting to combined with another idea. I think it would be really interesting if becoming a god slowly starts to change Evbo, I've always thought it would be interesting if after becoming a god evbo starts to lose some of his human traits physically showing how different he was now than what he once was and the people he cares about. If this is combined with your idea about Evbo being different than everyone else because of the void, his godhood could slowly remove these traits and thus remove the last few connections he has to his life before. One day there would be nothing left to show of the time he spent everyday struggling it would be like it never happened, no one but him even remembered what it was like. He was scarred in more ways than one but they showed that he had overcame it, now it was nothing but a distant memory. He might even start to ask himself after enough time has past, did it even happen? It wouldn't be the first time his memories lied to him.

(btw sorry for being slow with the replies kinda had a hectic day and I didn't want to just reply to it on my phone)

[wasteland-squog-baby]

EMERGENCY OC (characters YOU can sends asks and talk to!)

Master list:

Fynn: latex tiger shark, has trouble speaking against authority due to his artificial nature and being raised in a lab, but the most loyal cuddly sea dog, but strong enough to run hands if pressed.

Iote: 19'7 gator humanoid with an 11'0 tail, built like a brick factory, and is the most dangerous of the group in terms of melee, because barbarian, however he is rather bored of violence, and would rather swim in the water with ya then have to eat ya, because emotional dependency.

Zuchin: fancy ass hellborn femboy constantly making deals, but keeping to them without flaw, very caring of his family, moves alot when taking, currently imprisoned in a game cartridge for his descent into madness.

Z.: his replacement, who's much more family friendly than his predecessor, having typical saiyan traits, but he's rarely aware, and has no idea of the original outside of very limited information given by those intending to keep it from being known.

Zetros: absolute UNIT of a serpentfolk, hates humans, but boy will he ever baby you if you ever even lightly give his 8 miles of tail pets, and 11/10 times? Their all wrapped around you like a pillow and weighted blanket hybrid.

"custos": massive humanoid owl fae that despite being a master and taking true names, treats the taken like children rather than pets. Can manipulate his feathers freely, and create illusions.

Ave: neediest hypnocat ever, likes eye contact and hates water, but very friendly and cuddly!

#08: massive, respirator and trenchcoat wearing T-104 B.O.W. who refuses to show any skin period, surgically muted after he made it clear he very VERY much still believes in the ideas planted by the red scare.

Haiiro-no: special grade curse, old as shit, born of humanity's fear of anything hot, stars included!

But he's rather polite.

Calm: rage's anti-symbiote, rather lean and toned, overly caring, and trying to please everyone, despite its speech issues when it comes to human language.

Tivorn: needy femboy naga who, despite being taken, keeps taking pets to stave off crippling loneliness, 118ft of beeg, pillowy tail to trap pets with.

Qnai: rich jujutsu sorcerer dickhead with a powerful combo of the six eyes + the limitless. But he's rarely serious and tends to fuck around on missions.

Etoi: once Springlocked mink boi that was a stone mask vampirism boi with a heavenly restriction, will fold your clothes with you still in em, broke ass, but built like a brick shithouse. Very polite due to animatronic programing, but that breaks under stress, resulting in the soul shining through fully. Married to ice of all people.

Marrow: bug man who's fucked up in the head, and will fuck up the head of your soul via idle transfiguration if given the chance.

Black Ice: Arcosian boio, who despite being eons stronger than anyone else, prefers to rely on his status and (unknowingly) intimidating presence to keep the universe civil, very cheery, and a big baby around those he feels comfy with, and out of ALL the possible partners, he chose etoi because "I can make him worse"

Kamisori: one of ice's...actually pretty much everybody's biggest hater, a special grade curse with a case of resting bitch face. Six arms but 8 eyes. Lives solely on the ideology that personal pleasure is the ultimate pursuit, and can overcome all other desires by leaving nothing but destruction in your wake.

Ultemat: Majin who's decided to be a chaos god for the entire universe, turning whatever he doesn't like into something he loves, sweets!

Neuro: currently possessing a clone of zuchins old body, and trying to live a normal life, completely unaware of his own rising power.

Klawe: former pfp boio, very affectionate and caring, pacifistic, but will defend himself with claws.

Taran: absolute unit/wall of floof arachnid boi, very desperate for affection, with sedative venom and a bite to match, he's got a rather crude method of charm, easily the 2nd biggest humanoid.

And finally, the only ones with a separate blog!:

Rage: yandere symbiote so obsessed with zuchin It will ditch any other host to be with him, because he broke it out of a lab and was the first to treat it with genuine decency, now willing to kill, eat, and manipulate ANYONE to get him back.

D: an alternate who is obsessed with living as a "fellow human person" incredibly lanky, shadowy body, constantly cheery and polite, to an uncomfortable extreme, obsessively believes he's an angel, and getting violent when someone induces dysphoria.

Oh and, some minor characters, as in low importance:

Celica: floomfy fox gal, married to zuchin after a needy start. Just as willing to imbed a weapon into us dome for insulting her partner as he is.

Ruta: the resulting child of zuchin and celicas marriage, and despite his saiyan genes, he's too shy to go to big fighting events with his father, But strengthens himself nonetheless.

But yeah that's everyone!... so...:p

Two things extra: 1. Yes I am a furry, and a weeb, both is possible at the same time. 2. All people are people, so treat em right!

[stestylius-arts]

What in "Hell" is Bad - Kaos Arcadia Legion Prologue (2)

Nakia can feel the oppressive power from the angel. He is not from her world. She is not from this world. Interrupting her world jump makes her vulnerable within this unknown land. 

“Outlander.” The blonde short haired angel called out once more. Nakia is tempted to reply with a similar tone.

“Angel.” Nakia flatly replies. “I am well aware I’m trespassing.” 

“Hmph.” The angel doesn’t seem phased by her reply. He waves his hand to lower the scythe, his body descending to Nakia’s height, not touching the invisible platform. 

Nakia’s face expresses alertness and confusion. What does the angel want about her? Her body reflexes kick in. A double take runs through her body, as she gets up to avoid something in the millisecond close to come in contact with her. 

A loud clang emits into the air, Nakia summons a shield spell to minimise the damage. The pressure of the scythe was hard to withhold.  A crack started to appear. 

“I must admit, Outlander. Your reflexes are quick.” The angel once again lowers his scythe which he previously cradles over his shoulder. “However, not fast enough.”

Nakia’s face scrunched upon hearing his deadly praise. She frowned looking at him. She tries to look for a way around to break through the invisible platform. Her heels dug into the transparent platform trying to keep up with the pressuring spell close to break her barrier.

“This is the end.” 

The barrier shattered. Nakia lifted her arms as a means of protection. Another attack was imminent. 

Nothing happens. 

Her arm above her head Only a shadow is standing in front of her. Droplets of blood splashed slightly into her face. 

“Is it an angel trait to kill a woman,” A gruff and deep voice calls out the angel’s supposedly name. “with no feelings for and not feel embarrassed?” 

‘What the-?!’ Nakia’s eyes looked in front of her to see another tall male with a tied low ponytail pale silver pink color. He adorns a pair black pointy horns and peculiar set of red crimson eyes.

‘Master. Step back, I can sense a strong aura from both.’ Laneila’s voice rang into her head. Her stance resumed as a defensive position. 

The exchange between the newcomer and the angel only confuses Nakia even more. Before she decided to finally speak up. “Who are you?” As the devil horned male turns around to briefly ignore the celestial entity before him, his smile remains confident. 

“I am the devil who came to save you, descendant of Solomon.” He replied as his face came close to Nakia’s, whispering every bit of his answers making it as if she was the only one to hear it. “Seems like your little warp adventure landed you in this world instead of your original destination.” He laugh out loud.

“Are you trying to protect the Outlander against me, Satan? I don’t think you stand a chance.”  A bloody smile appears on the angel’s serene face. “Your powers must be sealed because of the contract with Solomon. You are nothing else than a vermin.” 

Nakia could feel the scythe being pointed at the duo. The sheer force and mana emanating from the weapon made Nakia rethink her current disposition. The man named Satan, the devil, looked at her, keeping his confident smile all along. Nakia could feel something running through her body, something she had suppressed for far too long. 

Anger.

[maleyanderecafe]

The Prince Relies on Me (Manhwa)

Created by: 阅文漫画

Genre: Isekai/Comedy

It's too bad the pacing in this story is pretty wonky because I actually really do like the type of yandere in this one. Clingy, always wanting the female lead, Su Ye's attention as she does whatever in the world. He sort of reminds me of a better version of My Angelic Husband is a Demon in Disguise since he has a lot of the same traits (white hair, dependent on female lead, the head of an assassin group). Like I said though, I think the pacing is just way too fast for my taste. Currently it has about 45 chapters out.

The story starts out with Su Ye isekaing into the world that she's written. She's reincarnated into the body of the villainess, and realizes that in the story she's written, after torturing her sister, the main lead, the original story has the male lead kill her and hang her body. As a way to protect herself, she and some of her servants go into the woods to close off the area and prevent the male lead from coming in. Unfortunately for her, the male lead, Suu Qing ends up falling into her arms while accidentally knocking down trees. She ends up abandoning him, but Suu Qing sees her as a savior and gets his team of assassins to trap him. While going out in town, Su Ye ends up spotting Suu Qing trapped in a cage as a bidder's item. She ends up bidding on him just to free him, though realizes that she doesn't have enough golden leaves to buy him and gets her servants to sell/find enough leaves to do so. This leads to her dad yelling at her for essentially spending a ton of money for this guy, though eventually relents and in the end she is able to pay it all off by selling off some furniture and replacing it with replicas. She hitches a ride on a boat for a bit in order to gather some herbs to continue paying off the debt. Back at home, her dad seems to be very angry that Suu Qing has come to visit them, and tries to smooth over the situation when she realizes that his assassins can just kill everyone. Luckily, she's able to give him the medicine he needs for his long term poison and he's able to leave without doing much. To quell his dad's anger, she tell him that she finally wants to learn about how to make herbs, much to his happiness and he gives her the recipes to how to make them. He real goal is to try to learn how to make medicinal pills for Suu Qing so that his poison doesn't eventually overtake him. While going out in town, Suu Qing ends up finding her, and the two of them end up going out together during the festival. Suu Qing ends up being attacked by an assassin but Su Ye is able to defend him from. The two later get drunk together, and Su Ye ends up drunkenly trading her jade necklace for another important item. She wakes up and fights a rival family (who started it) and wins, only to find another very pretty girl in the forest while looking for herbs. She notices that her leg has been infected and promises to help her heal her in exchange for the herbs. After again fighting the rival family, she ends up finding that the lady she was helping before is named Song Jue, the greatest informant in the land, crossdressing. After looking around in the forest, she ends up going inside of a pit to look for more herbs, only to find Suu Qing there. She recognizes right away that he is an imposter and it's revealed that it's actually a master illusionist who is tricking her. She's able to fight her off, but real Suu Qing comes into rescue her. She gets injured and Suu Qing has to heal her. The two end up going into the city and Suu Qing cross dresses as a man while there. She learns that while in the cave she developed some plant powers and ends up saving Lil Wei.

Lil Wei gets a crush on Su Ye after saving her and even takes care of her while she's sleeping. Using the broach that Lil Wei gifted her, she goes and finds a blacksmith to build her needle weapons. She ends up in a fight with another person, before ending up enrolling in what I think is a competition. She ends up meeting Suu Qing again, and builds a team to fight and find the items she needs.

Man, I really wish that this series pacing wasn't so bad and that the story wasn't so confusing because there are a lot of parts of Su Ye and Suu Qing that I really like. This creator also made Sickly Tyrant with an Innocent Facade, which seemed to be a lot better paced and while I understand that manhwa tends to go a lot faster paced than their manga and webcomic counterparts, I still think it's important to maintain at least a semi understandable pacing. Like I said, Su Ye as a protagonist has a lot of things I like in theory: she's a daughter of a herbalist which is a profession you don't see too often in isekai style stories, she's fairly physically strong and knowledgable, and is the writer of her world, as well as cross dresses (always a win for me) and really pushes herself to get that antidote for Suu Qing. I am a bit off put by the fact that she decided to sell off so much stuff for Suu Qing, by disobeying her father by selling all of his stuff (including a very antique table, which she just replaces with a fake one...), but other than that she doesn't really see like a horrible protagonist to be certain. Unfortunately, she does suffer from pretty easily beating most of the people that go against her, which does make it a bit power fantasy like (not that it's a bad thing). I wish that they would have implemented more of the fact that she did write the story into the main plot, since while it is helpful for knowing characters in the story and certain things, I feel like is pretty powerful since you understand how certain character tick or why certain events happen. I do like how they implement more of her knowledge of herbalist to the people she helps and that kind of explains why she's always in the forest running into others.

I should like Suu Qing as a yandere because similar to The Angelic Husband with a Devil's Facade, he does basically play more innocent when he's with Su Ye, but unlike in that webcomic, the assassin aspect is actually touched upon way more, which is what I wanted in that webcomic. We do see how he uses his network to not only find Su Ye but also to hunt down those that might hurt her, and his persistence in finding her often leads to him saving her in bad situations. He tends to act more cutesy around her, being more clingy and not wanting her to leave him, and it does kind of make sense because he's depending on her to make him an antidote. Still though, at least in this case Su Ye is fully aware of the fact that he is an assassin and can be weary around him. I also think it's fun that Suu Qing often does protect Su Ye, not always because she likes him but also because as the main male lead, she can't let her creation die so easily. Again, I should like him because he's the type of yandere that I like (and frankly is hard to find in yandere media a lot of the time), but because of the pacing and just general story, it becomes too confusing to deal with. We do get to see how the curse/poison is affecting his life as he does have bouts of weaknesses, but some scenarios seem weird for a leader of assassins, like being captured in a cage or not being able to kill one person who was after him, but I could always just chalk it up to, he's feigning being a damsel so that Su Ye will protect him.

I feel like besides Lil Wei and maybe Su Ye's dad, the other side characters are not particularly enumerable to me, and Lil Wei finds out very quickly later that Su Ye is a girl, so that quickly loses it's comedic effect. I do think actually that Song Jue is pretty interesting as well, but it doesn't really explain why a master of poisons is just in the forest crossdressing unless he's trying to get away from something that he did. I sort of wish that they explained that more.

Overall, it's alright, I guess. It might be because I haven't actually read a whole ton of manhwa, but based off of the ones I have read, this one really does have kind of awful pacing. Maybe the webnovel that it's based off of is better, but I feel like the manhwa goes too fast to really enjoy it too much. If you are desperate for more clingy and softer yanderes, then give it a try. Maybe you'll enjoy it better than I did.

[linen-finch]

Ulfrun - Fire within a glacier

It was in the early evening when the longhorn blew. If Ulfrun hadn’t had such a steady hand, she would have spilled her pail of water all down her front. But Ulfrun was steady, her hands never shook. So no water lapped over the side of the bucket as she looked out to the port. One ship eased its way through the iced cropping of rocks and docked boats. One lone ship. The master had returned.

Ulfrun hugged the pail close to her, the cold of it burned her chest, but she didn’t start or shiver. The horn blew a second time, and Ulfrun felt it move her without her consent. She stepped away from the well, to a gathering of frost charred gorse and hardened ground. From that height she could see ship being pulled into the dock, the strong arms of neighbours and slaves easing it to rest. Off stepped a man, hauling sacks brimming with things Ulfrun had no interest in. Then came another. Then her master. In his hand he held a rope, though, even from her perch, it was too far to see clearly what it tied to. Ulfrun let the pail of water rest on her hip and turned to return to the warmth of the hall, when voices sprang from the docks, almost as loud and clear as the long horn. Ulfrun looked again, almost stepping off the mound in her haste and curiosity. These, she knew well, were punishable traits, but here, alone, she couldn’t subdue herself.

She saw, now, what connected to her master’s rope. Like blood upon snow, like fire deep within a glacier, a red headed boy stepped onto the banks of Norway. 

Even from such a distance, the sight of him was a shock, and Ulfrun watching as he was practically dragged from the boat, his whole figure screaming defiance. A slave. A new slave. Ulfrun had known, of course, that her master had set out to find them fresh help, though the weight of it hit her only now.  Still, no water spilled from the pail, Ulfrun was as steady as ever. A new slave. A slave other than her.

The men began to move, hauling the fire haired boy behind them like some disobedient dog or a stubborn ox. He thrashed and pulled, but when a whip hit his shoulder he stilled, his body coiled and tight as they began their ascent from the docks and harboured ships to the master’s hall, the farthest from the village, the biggest, the chief’s. 

Ulfrun glanced back at the hall, the distance between her and it breached by snow laden fields and hardened ground. She hitched the pail over her shoulder and filled another, and began her careful walk to the hall, to find her mistress. 

When she arrived, she beat her tired hide shoes against the doorframe before entering the backway. The door to the hall hung open, though no one was seated and the fire in the great pits dimmed. Ulfrun squinted and shook herself, eased at the absence of anyone but herself. They must have arrived in the private chambers, she thought, but furrowed her brow when she heard no conversation or voices. She moved carefully, feet barely making a sound on the worn wooden floor. As Ulfrun came to the corridor connecting the main hall to her master��s private, family hall, she shifted the pails on each of her arms to be able to tighten her head scarf. She lowered her gaze to the floor, bowed her head and entered.

✶

The longhouse was warm, fitted with rugs that stretched along the main living space. Tapestries hung from the high walls, with axes and spears lying dormant and dusty on hooks, framing a life Ulfrun’s master used to live. Though Ulfrun herself didn’t live in these comfortable quarters, she couldn’t help but see the longhouse as home. She knew the skin of each animal under her feet, the carve in each gnarl of wood on every wall. She felt comfortable here. Comfortable, but never relax. Never relax. Always remember, always be steady.

A fire dimmed in the middle of the room and around it sat hunched, tense figures. Ulfrun’s mistress, Gyda, a thin, tall woman with pinched face and a sharp chin, sat on a stool, the farthest from the door. Around her feet were her youngest children, two little girls playing with baskets of loom waste. In Gyda’s hand she held a needle and wool, but she did not nalbind, instead she sat in pensive conversation with Solveig. Solveig was the head servant of the household, she tended to the children and distributed tasks to the other servants. Ulfrun liked Solveig, she had a sharp, no-nonsense attitude. But despite the front the old woman put up, she never treated Ulfrun with anything less than kindness. The sight of her made Ulfrun step more easily into the living space.

The hushed whispers did not stop when Ulfrun entered the room, but Ulfrun felt as Gyda’s eyes followed her movements as she laid the pails of water by the fire. As Ulfrun moved noiselessly throughout the room, swapping the wooden buckets for iron and placing them on hooks above the fire, she caught whisps of the conversation. They were talking of the new slave. Don’t eavesdrop Ulfrun, don’t be stupid.

“Have you seen them yet?” Ulfrun collected the wooden buckets together and prepared to leave the room. “Ulfrun.”

Ulfrun wasn’t startled at the sound of her name, if she had been she would have dropped the buckets with a clatter. But Ulfrun was steady. Stay calm, be respectful.

It wasn’t often that Ulfrun was addressed directly, less so by a member of the household with such status. Her name sounded foreign coming from Gyda’s mouth.

She turned, facing the fire pit, but kept her head bowed.

Gyda sighed, picked up her needles and began to nalbind with effortless precision. “The sun has almost set; he was supposed to be back yesterday.” Gyda didn’t look at Ulfrun, instead focused on the wool before her. Ulfrun resisted the urge to shift from foot to foot. Was Gyda even talking to her? Stay calm, keep still. “I heard the horn blow, was it our boat? Or was it Torsent? I heard from his girls he was returning today.” Ulfrun didn’t move, how could she answer that? What nod or shake could suffice as answer? She held the buckets tighter to her chest.

Solveig looked from Ulfrun to Gyda, her brow tense. Finally, she settled on Gyda, jerking her head in Ulfrun’s direction with a look that, despite not being able to see, Ulfrun knew well. ‘Take pity on her,’ the look said, ‘Remember her misfortune.’

Misfortune, Ulfrun would have laughed if she were still able.

Gyda sighed, a mixture of irritance and exhaustion, before spitting, “Was that his ship.”

Ulfrun gave one sharp nod, hoping it would satisfy her mistress enough to let her retreat away from the living space, away from the hall and far from sight. Though in part she considered these walls her home, so quickly she remembered her place when within them all she met was sharp words and frosted attitudes. The snow chewed hills were warmer than any room in this hall, she thought. She longed for them now.

Misfortune, it seemed, truly did favour Ulfrun, as just as Gyda opened her mouth to reply, a door banging open was heard from the main hall. The wind whistled as it was shut, and Ulfrun felt a familiar dread settle within her as the sound cut out sharply, only to be replaced by footsteps approaching the familial chamber.

At least five men, Master and others, the slave, the slave the new slave. Ulfrun placed the bucket haphazardly by the fire, stepping back until she was pressed into the far wall. She felt the weight of it behind her like an anchor, pushing her shoulders into the wall until it hurt. Far from sight, far from the eyes of men. 

Gyda stood as her husband burst into the chamber, with as much grace and deft as a blind bear. The tense quiet of the hall had been snapped as the men shook snow and dew from their furs and the children ran to greet their father. There was much noise, much commotion and in amongst it, a boy. Ulfrun bit her cheek, only able to see the red sheen of his hair amongst the tall shouldered build of her Master and his neighbours. He was secondary, a body amongst people. Ulfrun’s master tried to greet Gyda with a kiss, but Gyda, like Ulfrun, had eyes only for the boy in amongst the bustle and chaos.

Gyda cut through the men, and they parted for her like a dog amongst sheep. Master stood flittering at his wife’s shoulder, attempting to speak in a hushed tone, but was silenced by Gyda raising one slim delicate hand.

“What is this?” Her eyes never left the boy. 

There was almost a compete silence, so heavy that Ulfrun felt weighed down by it. She pressed herself father into the wall, where the light of the dying fire didn’t reach.

“A slave, love. Look, I know we agreed- “

“I sent you for a girl, Arne, and you come home with this?” The Neighbours who had helped moor the boat and bring the slave up the hillside began to slink out of the room, they knew too well a wife’s fury. Gyda waved her hand at them, and they scattered to the entrance, disappearing out of sight in a wake of footsteps.

There he stood, slumped and tense, in the centre of it all. “A boy? What were you thinking? We can’t afford a boy, Arne. We could hardly afford a girl!” Gyda rage was strange to Ulfrun. She seemed to shout, but her voice never rose, it simply became sharper, thinner, like a well whittled weapon. Ulfrun’s own anger was messy, unbridled and untamed. Or, at least, it used to be.

Now that the anger was directed at someone other than herself, Ulfrun found herself quite enjoying the display. There was a beauty in being nobody, pressed against a wall and you’re practically a part of it. She didn’t quite feel invisible, but as accepted and unnoticed as a stool or bench. And how she loved to hear about her Mater’s money troubles.

Any twisted pleasure she felt at her master’s plight, however, fell away as Gyda swung her hand toward the subject of her anger.

When Ulfrun was taken, bought and sold with blood still fresh on her bare feet, she kicked and screamed. There was no quieting her grief, no way to hold her down. She remembers spitting in the face of the trader, biting fingers and raking nails over skin. The scarred remains of her tongue lay heavy in her mouth. She remembers her fury.

The boy did none of those things, and Ulfrun felt a strange admiration kindle within her at his stoic silence. He stood in the centre of the room, so close to the fire that his hair burned like the embers. His body was still, completely still, without any tremor or shake he might as well have been cut from stone. His spine was curled, his form tense and coiled and Ulfrun was reminded of a corn snake, ready to strike. It was his face, though, that caught her attention. The lower half of his face was bandaged, and dark blood seeped from the wound on his mouth and through the cloth, but this did nothing to obscure him. His fringe hung low over his eyes, but the fury within them cut through and made Ulfrun shiver. 

Though his body sagged from exhaustion and pain, almost naked with bruised ribs and bleeding knees, there was a fire within him. Bright and radiant and dangerous. Ulfrun couldn’t help but dread what beast her Master had brought into his home.

Gyda beckoned the boy forward with her hand, but he stayed rooted on the spot. “Come here, boy. Let me see you.” Again, he did not move, stood staring, almost as if he was looking through Gyda, through the wall behind her and out onto snow laden tundra beyond. Ulfrun swallowed, Just do as she says, your pride isn’t worth defiance.

Gyda snapped her fingers. “Now, boy.” Arne placed a hand on the boys back and pushed, and he staggered forward. “Do as she says, it’s what’s best for you.” It was almost as if he couldn’t hear, his eyes showed no recognition at the man’s words, though his shoulders tensed at his tone. 

Closer to the fire now, Ulfrun could make out the vicious red lines across his back and around his ankles, and she noticed for the first time the iron collar around his throat. She resisted the urge to rub her own neck, the feeling of the cold metal lingering, though she hadn’t worn such collar in years. Gyda huffed sharply through her nose, and stepped lightly towards the new slave, no hesitance or fear in her step. She circled him and examined him with a sharp gaze. With each step she took around him, the boy sunk further in on himself, his hands clutched white where they were bound before him. Gyda came before him again and shot a hand from her robes to grip his face. He stepped back, whipping his head away from her grasp, but Gyda was not to be deterred. She held his chin fast, digging her nails into his skin and bandages, peering through the hair that had fallen into his face. 

Ulfrun didn’t know what she saw in his eyes, but slowly Gyda lowered her hand and released his face. She hummed, and Ulfrun felt as though a decision had been made.

“How did you afford him then, Arne. Shall I begin to collect my jewels and beads, perhaps we should sell our land, our sheep, our goats? Shall I tell the children to starve this winter?” Gyda’s voice, dripping with sarcasm, cut through a silence Ulfrun hadn’t realised was building. 

Arne squared his shoulders, coming from behind the boy to stand beside him. The boy didn’t flinch. “The traders selling him were practically desperate to get rid of him. He cost half of what a girl would, Gyda, I couldn’t pass that up.”

“And why, pray tell, were these merchants so desperate to clean their hands of him?” Arne scratched the back of his neck, clearly caught. 

“They motioned something about a bounty, he must be some sort of criminal. Those Saxons usually deal with their own lot, I did- I did find it odd that they’d ship one of their own to us. Even if he is a criminal.” Gyda stared at Arne, and Ulfrun saw sweat bead on the back of his neck. “Look,” he said, holding up his hands to placate his wife. “All I know is that his kingdom wanted him gone, he was traded down south and brought to market up here. He won’t be a danger, love, I promise you that.” Arne’s insistence obviously did nothing to ease Gyda’s hesitance, and Ulfrun looked between her two masters nervously. It was never a good day when they fought. Arne stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Gyda’s arm. “Love, you know this is what we need. It’s not what I promised but its better. I can’t look after this hall alone, we only have one slave and she’s good at her work, but we need a boy. Someone to labour, to keep the land.” Gyda seemed to soften at that, looking away from the boy to hold Arne’s gaze. “Ulfrun is only one person, and my health isn’t getting any better. We need a boy.”

Ulfrun ducked her head at the sound of her own name and felt Gyda’s eyes wash over her. The room seemed to hold its breath, Solveig, who had been still and silent the entire time, stroked a hand over the head of the child curled at her feet. The children, Ulfrun noted, seemed as hesitant at the idea of their new slave as their mother. Ulfrun’s eyes fell to Solveig, and wondered what she thought of all this. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes met Ulfrun’s through the dark of Ulfrun’s shadowed corner. Solveig nodded her head minutely. It’s alright. It’s already decided.

Gyda moved, as sharp and precise as always, to lay a hand atop Arne’s. Ulfrun released a breath that had been caught in her throat the entire conversation.

“Alright.” Gyda said, and turned to look at the boy once more, “Alright.”

Ulfrun felt herself drawn to the boy once more, and her heart sunk in her chest when his shoulders sagged. He hung his head, eyes closed tight. Perhaps he hadn’t understood a word of what was said, but his posture screamed a realisation that Ulfrun had grappled with time and time again. He knew his fate was sealed. 

Ulfrun shut her eyes. Please, let the Norns be kind to him. Let his fate be kinder than mine.

✶

They called him Refr, fox, for the red sheen of his hair and the sharp point of his face. Gyda and Arne both agreed not to shear his hair like hers had been. It was a beautiful colour, and when it was long enough, they’d cut it and sell it. Ulfrun was a bit relieved at the thought, she’d never quite seen a colour like that of his hair, and it would be a shame for it to go to waste. 

She was ordered away shortly after the decision that Refr should stay had been made. Ulfrun hesitated at the idea of leaving him where she couldn’t see him. She knew well what went into breaking a slave, and hoped for his sake that he was obedient. 

Ulfrun tried to distract herself from thoughts of the new slave, working tirelessly to clean the living chamber and start preparations for the coming feast. The return of the Chief called for a celebration, no matter how short of a duration he’d been absent. 

Hauling a bucket of waste vegetables, peels and roots over her shoulder, Ulfrun left the warm shelter of the kitchens for the pig pens. She heaved herself over the fence and jumped down into the thick wet mud. It splashed over her apron, and she paid the filth no mind. Trudging through grime, Ulfrun deposited the waste into the trough, staggering as the swine swarmed around her legs eager for food. She smiled, small and thin, bending down to scratch behind one of the sow’s ears. Ulfrun stood straight, feeling the muscles in her back pull from the weight of the days work. She sighed through her nose, hauling herself and the now empty bucket onto the fence once more. She stood on the wooden pen, making to climb over it like a style when voices met her ear. Ulfrun looked up, towards the hills beyond the animal pens and crops. There upon it stood her master, a neighbour and her master’s eldest son. Between them was Refr. 

Ulfrun found herself pause, watching as her master pointed across their land, mapping out the lay of their property with his hand. Whether Refr paid any mind, or even understood what was being told, she didn’t know, as he made no nod of the head or indication that he was listening.

Instead, his distant shape, his back to her, tensed at the shoulders. Ulfrun felt her mouth grow dry as he looked slowly, slowly over his shoulder. He was looking straight at her, his face impassive and eyes sharp. Ulfrun felt her breath still and felt locked by his gaze. They were separated by snow stricken fields, but it was if he were standing before her. The wooden pens, hardened mud and mounds of dying grass fell away and they were, for a moment, just people. Ulfrun felt, for just one moment, like a person beneath his gaze. She wondered is he felt humanised in her eyes too. It was only when her master clapped a hand over the back of Refr’s head, slapping him with a sharp reprimand, did their gazes break. They weren’t people, not anymore. Ulfrun startled at the slap, coming back to herself as if she had been hit too. She felt an odd unease rise in her, that even at such a distance, Refr had felt her eyes on him.

Ulfrun clambered down from the fence, empty bucked clutched tight and all but ran back to the kitchens. She was steady, always ready, always calm. As still and immovable as a corner stone. But something in his gaze had shaken her, he didn’t look through her but straight at her. He looked at her and saw her. No one had given her more than a second glance since she was a child.

Bursting through the kitchen door, Ulfrun was almost sent flat on her back when she was met with Solveig. The older servant steadied her with a hand on her arm.

“Woah there, easy girl.” Solveig picked up the bucket, which had fallen to the floor in the commotion, and passed it back to Ulfrun. “Where are you off in such a hurry, huh? You can’t be that eager to get back to the hearth.” Ulfrun shook her head, feeling calmed simply by Solveig’s presence.

“Come on then lass, you deserve a break.”

[machinesandman]

A Gentle Confrontation

All of the Robot Master's knew by now the bad habits that their human had. Yes, their human. The one who had revived them, gave each and every single one a chance at freedom, no laws, true choice, and fully open sense and emotion. To live as they chose to be no matter their original functions or creators. Given exactly what the world wanted to ensure never had been given to them, and yet this lone human was a damned fool. Denies herself the same courtesy. It drove many of them up a wall with these facts, others deemed it useless to worry about, or just left.

Metal Man had even made Shaska promise him to his face, that she would not die or give up until all of them, or as many as can be, were back and online. The Wily Bot had been furious about the very idea of her dying on them without keeping the promise made so long ago. And he often times stuck around when she worked, especially on more dangerous numbers, just to ensure no accidents happened, nor did she mess up. Quick was much of the same boat, but preferred other methods to take up his time. Elec himself would come to assist now than then, more so to ensure that the human herself wasn't ragged, nor was her armor ever left at subpar power.

The list went on of who else would be involved, to help, either by locating remains, or by working around the underground facility, anything to get their end goals finished. And all the same that human kept pushing the limits that shouldn't be taken, even augmented as she was. Burning at both ends with a seemingly never ending candle, just as well as being more and more bitter, alongside health ever on the wavering thing line if any support system failed or medicine ran out. It was familiar. Not exact, but just enough...

Shadow Man has been seeing it for some time now, others slowly catching up to the traits he had already recognized. That woman who had taken a near impossible, and admittedly foolish, goal to revive robot masters... Was slowly becoming the amalgamation of all the worst traits of Proto Man, once upon a time. But without restrictions, laws, nor a network inside that head of hers. Truthfully? As much as Shadow did respect the woman's talent in the labs, and how she had gotten better in the battle field- he still believed her to be quite foolish at times. And he has had enough.

The old hybrid bot had found the woman as always, doing tasks within the work space she had deemed 'Restoration Section'. Where the base parts of Robot Masters were all repaired or put back together, alongside the updates. Next door to the 'Revival' room. It was well organized, if not dreadfully human of her to use this. But he wasn't here to argue semantics right now. No, the bigger issue at hand was the scientist herself.

"Shaska." Shadow spoke up to draw the others attention, watching as she finally looked up from repairing another Buster arm. It seemed to be another Wily bot if he judged the wiring just right. There was always a notable distinct way those threaded together for maximum weapon output. Whom it was for was not yet clear to him without details, but it was still a comfort to know another brother of theirs may yet be brought back online. So many were walking around now, living lives as if they were Reploids, but so many yet remained dead and lost to them.

Tools were put down as the woman stood up from her work bench, turned to look entirely towards the wily bot. "Hey, Shadow Man. How can I help you? Has something happened?"

Always jumping to conclusions that something is needed or required of her. Every time. A learned coping mechanism perhaps, or just automatic instinct after so long. Shadow gently shook his head. "Nothing of the sort. I am here to merely talk to you. Face to face and very seriously."

The brunette perked an eyebrow slowly, while one hand reached out to flick at a switch at her work desk, forcing the door behind the Robot Master to click closed for some privacy. "Absolutely. What's this about?"

"It's about you."

As he suspected, Shaska tensed up in fight or flight mode. Her shoulders were back, head lifted another inch. Braced for impact. Shadow knew it well, considering the amount of people that had snapped at her in similar ways. The shouting, the rage, furious entreaties. That was a learned way to prepare herself for the inevitable and worst possibility, simply accepting that rage to shoulder it and let people make their assumptions. It was useless, lacked any sort of reasoning to do so, other than the trauma of survivors guilt and the self punishment of the past she had no reason to keep.

Shadow stepped closer. "You need to give yourself days of recovery, after stints out in the world, or days spent in the labs. You are human. If you intend to hold up your side of your promise to us." He was well versed in how some almost obsessed scientists would just keep going, more and more. Wily was even worse when it came to being a workaholic. But at least he didn't go about getting personally involved in combat like this mad woman. "This is not your weight to bear, but you have taken it all the same. It's not your punishment to make up for the past."

Dark eyes looked away, back towards the unfinished buster at her table. Shaska knew he was speaking the truth here, but the furrows of self doubt ran deep in that psyche, like canyons eroded away through the many long nights left to her own horrid thoughts, dug out from mental claws of anguish to leave her own inner self confined in it's own trap. A starving creature devouring it's self not unlike an ouroboros in the worst ways. "Who else has the where with all to do it? Or, well, the means to find any of you that is, and safely. It's my people that wronged you and yours, when Robot Masters deserved better, as do Reploids of the now-"

"Doctor Jonez-"

"Do not call me that!" Shaska shouted suddenly, head whipping around to stare at him. "I am not a Doctor nor as good as them! They have that title, I do not!" A step forward in challenge at the Wily bot. Shadow knew damn well she was capable, had been sparring with other Robot Masters in this underground bunker they hid away in most times. Yes, she could take him in a fight, but he wasn't here for that and was not ruffled into such. Instead he met her step with one of his own, hand snapping out to grab her by the shirt and yank closer, lifting the short human clean off the concrete flooring.

"I'll call you as I see fit, Shelly."

"Wh-"

"You're right, you're not Doctor Light or Doctor Wily. Not even Doctor Cossack... But that is a good thing. You are Shelly Jonez, you are also Shaska. You are Doctor Jonez now, and to us you are our means of revival and life anew. You will never be any of them, instead you are someone new, something new. What ever anyone else tells you is a lie." The hand tightened on those clothes as Shaska stared up at Shadow in stunned silence. When she went to speak, he jostled her and turned, shoving the human against the wall, forcing her to grunt and shut up. "I've heard you talk. Claiming the shadows you walk in. But you don't see the shadow you cast yourself. Step out from others, because they would not approve of what you do, yet we do. Let yourself live for once, Doctor. So we can live to." Now is when Shadow man finally let go of her, allowing the woman to slide down and stagger, standing once more.

Was it bad she flinched then? Being released without so much more shouting? It was all spoken with that calm tone. Almost gentle, despite the harsh handling. Trying to knock the sense physically into the woman.

A heavy swallow followed as Shaska glanced up, unsure of just how to react- especially when Shadow Man's hand lifted to gently pat her on the head, gentle as can be. Which is a stark contrast to any Wily Bots. "You're good to us. And we try to be the same. So be kind to yourself, my friend." That hand dropped once more to his side. "Just stay you."

Before anything could be said, Shadow felt he had outlived his welcome at the moment. And his internal code was struggling, too much of this was hard for him at times. Unless it was his fiance, Aria would be proud of him today, he thinks. The bot hummed and turned, vanishing in a rush of energy as he sank into his own casted darkness. Leaving a confused and caught off guard Shaska standing there.

"... I need air."

[poe-of-the-odd]

The worms ate my brain! Unfortunately, I decided to write! Please ignore how it was written and maybe enjoy what was written :)

Small Landseil .. Thing ?

Ned Land shifts his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, questions weighing heavy on his tongue. He half-consciously stares holes into Conseils back; his eyes follow the movement of the man's shoulder as he diligently writes his daily journal.

Suddenly, the movements halt and Conseil sits up pin straight.

"Yes, Ned?"

The Canadian snapped out of his semi dissociated state in an instant.

"Ah! I'm very sorry. Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask away."

He puts down his pen but doesnt turn around.

"The Professor, ... Do you love him?"

Conseil sits back in his chair.

"Of course", he says, without a moment of hesitation.

Ned laughs awkwardly.

"You say that so easily! No shame at all..."

At this, the younger man finally turns around. He looks at his friend for a while, trying to assess the intention behind his statement.

"Shame. For what exactly? For love? I think thats awfully narrow minded."

"Oh! No! Not at all, thats not-" Ned scrambles for the right words.

"I just meant...it's...good? I mean most people would probably be ashamed to admit it so outright. What, with how it's looked upon and all..."

Conseil crosses his arms in front of his chest and takes a moment to think.

"I don't particularly care for how things are 'looked upon'. I consider it a valuable trait, my love for Master. It makes my work enjoyable and my studies easy to follow. Above all, it makes me an ideal employee."

Ned considers the explanation for a few seconds, nods, opens his mouth to ask another question and closes it again without having done so. In truth - and being so honest with himself is truly upsetting - he wanted the answer to be anything but "Yes". What to do with this realisation, he has yet to decide.

"Does he love you as well?", he finally asks.

"He loves me well enough and cares for me deeply. He certainly has a way of showing it." At the last part, Conseil shakes his head a little.

"Do people ever...do people know you're..together?"

This is where Conseil's eyebrows wander so far up his forehead, Ned would not be shocked if they disappeared into his hairline.

"I think, dear Ned, you have misunderstood me. I am not in love with Master. I love him, very dearly! Ah, but I see how you came to that conclusion. No, I am not in love with him." He laughs. "No, just imagine how taxing that would be... Besides, currently both our hearts are quite take by someone else. However fortune or un-fortunate of a choice that is on his part..."

The Canadian nods again, unsure how to proceed; or how to process the pounding in his chest, which had rudely presented itself the second the other man alluded to being in love with someone, after all.

He is pulled out of his own thoughts by Conseil speaking once more. So occupied was he by them that he did not notice him crossing the room to stand right in front of him now.

"However fortune or un-fortunate Master may be in his affections, I trust that my heart is in better, kinder hands."

His long fingers cradle around Ned's large, warm hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"I hope my trust is not misplaced, Master Land."

Then, the man turns and with an explanation of "Master has not come to see us at all this evening. I shall pay a visit." he exits the shared room; leaving Ned Land flustered, his heart beat loud and heavy in his ears. He believes the last time he felt like this, he must have still been in school.

[shizuns-little-lamb]

Scum Villain X Chainsaw Man AU

so… my spouse and I like to talk when we go for walks, and they’re big into Chainsaw Man right now… Since I always have scum villain on the brain, I started thinking of an SVSSS x Chainsaw Man AU and we brainstormed this together over half an hour or so.

Scum Villain X Chainsaw Man AU -mobei jun= cold devil -meng mo= nightmare devil -tianlang jun= abandonment devil -sha hualing= patricide devil -shen jiu= failure devil -master sky hammer= hammer devil -elder one arm= amputation devil -zhuzhi lang= bastard devil -skinner demon= flay devil -six balls= ball devil (fellas… ;-;)

Loose setup: -Binghe makes a contract with the nightmare devil; you lend me your power over dreams, I give you my dream world to live in -Shang Qinghua has a contract with the Cold Devil (I keep you safe, I get to beat you up three times a day.) -endless abyss equivalent is that LBH almost dies and he becomes a hybrid with the abandonment devil (his dad still????) and that’s when he gets the demon mark on his forehead which is the physical trait that marks him as inhuman -SQQ could be like a senior devil hunter -ZZL is the antagonist trying to separate TLJ’s heart from Binghe and get it back -ZZL snake form is his devil form and he kills Gongyi Xiao to steal his body as a fiend (nooo 😭) and that is ZZL’s human form -I guess the cultivators are the devil hunters here -Liu Qingge- contracted with the ?? Devil (spouse said war was taken. Boo) -YQY’s Xuan Su= sword devil, takes years off his life to use it -SQQ is contracted with the failure devil making SJ a part of him when he fights

Extra info: -The cold devil is one of the primordial fears from when mankind first evolved -nightmare devil has lost power over the years as people aren’t as scared of bad dreams anymore -abandonment devil… yeah. We were thinking he could possibly still love SXY although my spouse is insistent they could not have a baby lol. But I was thinking human nature is always being willing to love again even though you know you will be hurt so I thought it fit him to fall in love even though he is the abandonment devil -flay devil- they flay people and steal their skin (simple) -Zhuzhi: spouse said snake devil was taken already. So if not we picked bastard devil; not something that many people are worried about in modern day society so he’s not too strong -atm I am trying to think of a better way to sum up Shen Jiu’s lost potential and just… whole deal so I’m open to better ideas

These are just thoughts we came up with on a walk, feel free to add on or critique lol!!

[savemeafruitjuice]

lee bebop ler rocksteady 2012 if ur comfortable :)?

Tickletober Day 10- Spidering

This is a 2012 fic! Also, there are spoilers for season 3, so be aware in case you haven't gotten that far!

Lee: Bebop

Ler: Rocksteady

TW!: None!

Trying my best with the dialogue here, because man they talk in a unique way.

Shredder's lair wasn't a fun place to be in. Any, and all of his henchmen were forced to work for him with immense loyalty, as punishment was always severe if one lacked those traits.

Although they managed to scrape by without getting their heads cut off, Bebop and Rocksteady were the most frequent ones to face the wrath of their master.

There had been a meeting called for that exact reason, Tiger Claw giving everyone yet another informative speech about professionality, and how failure will always have unpleasant repercussions. As he droned on about the seriousness of pleasing Master Shredder, Steranko had lost interest, glancing around the room. Eventually, his gaze had been drawn to his comrade, and the small insect crawling across his back.

Though they were no longer in his warehouse, and had more available food, the habit of eating any living thing they could find had stuck. The rhino mutant slowly moved his hand as to not draw the attention of the insect, and swiped at the other's torso. There was a surprised noise, and the whip of the warthog's head to face the larger.

Zeck clenched his jaw, voice high pitched from surprise, though he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible. "Ivan. This is one of those important meeting-thingies. Do. Not. Touch me." Rocksteady gave him a mildly disconcerted look, and tried to follow the roach that had jumped away from his hand.

He found it to be much more difficult to do simple things, such as grabbing small objects, when he had hands twice the size of his previous ones. The mutant continued to grab and prod at different spots along the smaller's body, undisturbed by the hushed shriek emanating from the tech-savvy.

Zeck slapped at the hands that seemed to be attacking him without provocation, stomping his foot as laughter piled up inside his throat. "'Steady, quihihit! SNRT-"

Some of the others that were close-by were giving the pair weird looks, and Tigerclaw cast them a beyond-annoyed glare, but continued with his meeting. Bebop was most definitely aware of the fact that he was being forced to steal everyone's attention, but he also knew he had no hope of stopping a likely seven-foot rhinoceros.

Said mutant was trailing the roach with his remaining eye, trying and failing to grab the arthropod with incredibly low accuracy. He tried catching it again, hand latching onto the other's side. When the warthog practically jumped away from him, he held onto his shoulder, preventing the smaller from wiggling away, and went right back to trying to catch the bug.

At this point, Zeck had a hand slapped over his mouth, pushing desperately at his friend's hands, as he stomped on the ground. As soon as the hand latched onto his hip, he screeched, flailing away. Tigerclaw had stopped speaking, crossing his arms over his chest as the rest looked on awkwardly.

Steranko had finally caught the roach, either unaware, or indifferent to all of the concerned glanced he was receiving, and popped the roach into his mouth. Some cringed at the wet crunch that followed the silence of the room, and Bebop wrapped his arms around himself at his release, putting his head down and trying to quiet himself before he got into even more trouble.

"Anton Zeck. The behavior you and the rest of these imbeciles demonstrate is the exact reason why we are here in the first place, wasting time that could be used to complete orders."

The pig groaned, clearly entirely uninterested in being scolded like a child, and shot Rocksteady a glare. "It's not me you should be talking to, pussy cat.."

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Uhhh I had no idea how to end this one, and am in a bit of a time crunch. I hope you like it anyways, so yeah.