#but i feel like it used to be seen as much ruder than it is now?

[a-memory-a-distant-echo]

ok, once and for all: is it rude to add things to people's posts? no nuance; none of us can know how op or anyone else will see our contribution. or 'contribution'.

[henrycangelbaby]

In which: For the first time in his life, he felt that everything was right, everything was perfect—his wife, his beautiful Y/N, who had brought happiness and love into his life, had given him his baby, his family. And his baby, god his baby, the most precious thing he had ever seen in the world, and she was sleeping peacefully on his chest.

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Logan has his first moment alone with his baby.

Quiet has fallen over the room for what feels like the first time in forever. Everything and everyone is still and peaceful. He peers over at Y/N; she sleeps peacefully in the hospital bed. God, she deserves it more than anyone else has. Logan doesn't think that he could ever give her any amount of peaceful nights of rest that could repay her for what she had done. She had given him a baby, the gift of starting their family together.

Their baby sleeps next to the bed, so small and precious in her clear cot. Isabella Howlett was born four days out from her due date; she was born with a healthy ten fingers and toes as well as a head full of dark brown hair. She had given everyone a bit of a fright and had certainly caused her momma aches and pains, but none of it even seemed to matter now. As he stared across the room at her, he felt his chest ache; it was a good ache this time, like he had so much love for this tiny little thing that his heart simply didn't know what to do with it.

He is broken from his haze by the sound of the door opening slowly. A kind-looking nurse peeps her head in, quickly seeing the sleeping members of his family. She closes the door behind her as she tiptoes towards Logan.

"How are we feeling, Dad?" she asks.

If it were for the fact that he was the only conscious member of his family in the room at the moment, he might have missed that she was talking to him. It felt forbidden to be referred to as "Dad" by the nurses who came bustling in and out of the room; he heard a squeeze in his chest when they referred to Y/N as "Mum." It sounded so right; it didn't sound quite as right when people referred to him as Dad. Apart from Y/N jokingly calling him "Daddy" towards the end of her pregnancy, he hadn't been given the title, and he hadn't discussed it with anyone (except, of course, with his beautiful baby mama). It was all so strange.

He snapped his head up the second time the nurse used his newest (and proudest) title; he nodded and chuckled halfheartedly when the nurse made a joke, something along the lines of him being the only one awake. She remained quiet as she hovered over his baby, checking on her.

Logan suddenly felt a wave of anger; he didn't want anyone touching his baby, not even the kind nurse. He took a breath, trying to calm himself; this was all routine and procedure; everything was fine.

He was broken out of his thoughts by the nurse, "Have you done any skin-to-skin contact yet?"

His eyebrows pulled together. No, he hadn't; in fact, he wasn't quite sure what she was referring to.

"Uh, no?" It came out a little ruder than he had intended, but it didn't matter. She smiled at him; obviously, she understood his trepidation; she had probably done this thousands of times before.

"Skin-to-skin is when you allow the child to rest on your bare chest; it is most common in mothers, but Dad is always recommended to do it as well."

He stared at her blankly, thinking over what this meant. She continued before he could ask another question.

"You don't need my assistance; it can be a completely private affair if you want, provided Mom stays sleeping."

He nodded before he could think about it. He once again considered if he was coming off rude or dismissive but came to the same conclusion: it didn't matter if he was.

"Well, everything is okay with Mom and Bub; I will leave you guys to it," she smiled before swiftly turning and leaving the room, perhaps sensing his need to be alone with his family.

Something is holding him back—well, actually, Logan is holding himself back. He knows it too; he should have kept the nurse around; then he would have been forced to hold Isabella. The nurse wasn't there, his love was knocked out well, and his baby made no noise to indicate she wanted holding. The only things working in the room right now were his thoughts: why was he finding this so hard? He should find it the easiest thing in the world—pick up his baby and hold her close to him, keeping her warm with his touch—but something stops him.

It's his fears that stop him—fears that Y/N spent months quelling; he wasn't dangerous; he deserved to be a father as much as anyone else. But now all alone in this room, they came back up; it was just him, no nurse to monitor them and make sure he didn't do anything stupid; his lover knocked out to the world, sleeping better than she had for months. If something happened now, it would all be his fault; no one would be around to see it or stop him from doing something horrible without even meaning to.

He was knocked out of his thoughts by the first sound he had heard in the room since the nurse had left. He could hear Isabella begin to fuss, squirming around in her bassinet. As he got up and walked towards her, he saw her small face pinched up in discomfort, looking rather like she might cry at any second.

Fuck. What was he supposed to do? The panic sunk in quickly that this was the first time he had been left alone to care for Issy. He didn't want to be a stupid, incompetent father who couldn't work his way around a nappy, but his panic-ridden brain went blank for a second. He watched rather helplessly as she began to whimper. He didn't want her to cry, waking Y/N up; that truly would be a mark of an incompetent father.

He quietly unwrapped her from her hospital blanket, leaving her only in the big yellow jumpsuit and matching beanie. He held his baby close to his chest, two big hands cradling her back and head where they supported her. He began to gently rock Issy, trying to calm her against his body. It worked. He smiled as she quieted down.

He felt a sense of calm over him; he did know what he was doing, at least a little bit. He felt as she rested her head into the crook of his neck, seemingly wanting to be closer to him. Maybe she could feel the way that his heart beat so fast, unable to contain the overwhelm of emotions that came over him.

"My baby," he whispered, even though he was the only one to hear; she was his baby.

He felt ready, perhaps a little stupid for having to talk himself up into being ready to hang out with his daughter, but he felt the ache in him wanting to be as close to her as possible. He sat down carefully, putting her on his thighs. He took his shirt off first, not wanting Issy to be cold. He then undid her onesie, careful not to scratch or poke her. He placed his hand behind her head as he lifted her up, supporting her fully with his one hand. She was just so tiny it made his heart hurt.

He placed her gently down on his bare chest; she quickly readjusted to the change, curling into him. For the first time in forever, everything went quiet; there was no noise in his head, no ache in his shoulders or back. The only thing that he felt was a tear slide down his cheek. God, he was so happy; he couldn't contain the overwhelm of his emotions. His baby was so sweet and tiny, and she smelled so good, and god, she felt so warm next to him.

He knew technically he was helping her, helping regulate her heart rate and her body heat, but it felt like she was healing him. He felt his heart rate slowing; he didn't feel cold despite his naked top half. He felt so happy he couldn't describe it. For the first time in his life, he felt that everything was right, everything was perfect—his wife, his beautiful Y/N, who had brought happiness and love into his life, had given him his baby, his family. And his baby, god his baby, the most precious thing he had ever seen in the world, and she was sleeping peacefully on his chest.

For a moment, everything was quiet until Logan picked up his head. Looking down at Issy, he spoke just above a whisper, "Nothing will ever hurt you; I will always protect you, for as long as I live, sweetie. I love you."

[pretty-circa006]

Mystery Man

Sugar Daddy! Coach! Negan x Cam girl! F! Reader

summary you finally find out who your mystery man is tags online relationship, meeting up with a stranger you met online, making out, almost sex, dirty talk, male masturbation, age gap

wc 3.7k words

part 1

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Ever since her video call a few weeks ago with the man online, they’ve been messaging each other quite frequently. It’s mostly flirtation and nudes, but it has quickly become her favorite part of the day. He even gave her his number so they can communicate outside of the camgirl website, but despite all this, they still haven’t seen each other’s faces. 

“Who’re you texting?” her friend asks as she tries to get a peek of her phone. 

“Nobody,” she snaps, turning her phone away from the other girl’s view. 

“C’mooon, lemme see!” she pushes trying to grab her phone. 

“Britney, stop it!” she urges and she hold her phone away from her nosey friend. Britney glares at her disappointedly, but stops trying to grab her phone. 

“Sorry, it’s just that I wanna keep this relationship kinda private until I know where it’s going, y’know?” she tells her friend half truthfully. 

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go out before Coach Negan starts yelling at us again.” Britney leaves and she can finally resume her texting without any prying eyes. She reopens her messages and sees a picture from the man. He’s shirtless, revealing to her the tattoos on his chest, and palming his erection through his boxers, but of course his face isn’t in it. The text that followed reads Just watched some of your videos. She smiles to herself before typing back maybe one day you’ll get the real thing ;). Before she can get carried away, she shuts off her phone and puts it in her bag before joining the rest of the team out on the field. 

Coach Negan shouts her last name angrily and beckons her over with his hand. She rolls her eyes, feeling irate, and trudges over to him. He stands impatiently with his arms folded over his chest, his hazel eyes glaring down at her. 

“What?” she snaps, coming off a bit ruder than she intended. 

His glare hardens, but he doesn’t say anything about her attitude. “I just thought I’d let you know that this is the third time this week that you’ve been late to practice,” he states the obvious. 

“Okay? I know. Sorry, but things came up. What’s your problem?” she half truths. The things that kept coming up were more messages from her mystery man and she tended to lose track of time when it came to him. 

“It’s actually gonna become your fuckin’ problem because if you keep showing up late, you’re gonna put your track scholarship in jeopardy.” 

“Why is that any of your business‽” she asks defensively. 

“Despite you being my worst student, you are the best on this team, so it does benefit me to keep your rude ass around.” 

She glares up at him, matching the glare he’s already sending her. Shame washes over her, not only from slacking but from having Coach Negan of  all people call her out on it. Her scholarship isn’t something she can afford to lose, literally. Even though it only covers half of her tuition, it still helps a lot. 

“Well if keeping me around benefits you, maybe you should stop being such a dick to me.” 

He laughs sarcastically, exposing the dimples on his face along with his perfect teeth, before his face returns to a deadpan. 

“Or you can just get your shit together. Now go warm up with the others before you piss me off any further.” 

“Ugh!” she screams before leaving to join the others. 

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As soon as she gets to her apartment, she tosses her bag aside and flops down onto her couch. She pulls out her phone and checks her messages with the mystery man to see if she has any new ones. When she sees that she doesn’t, she opens the camgirl website to see if maybe he said anything there. Disappointment swells in her chest when she sees that there’s none there, either. She almost feels dumb for being so hung up on this stranger. The stranger she’s never met in real life and doesn’t know what he looks like. But talking to him makes her feel good, like someone actually cares about her. Even if their conversations were purely flirtatious and sexual, she can’t help but feel something for him. So she sends him a message. 

@ virginesque hey 

@ BigBadWolf Miss me already?

@ virginesque yes actually how was ur day?

@ BigBadWolf It was alright. How about yours baby? 

@ virginesque kinda shitty tbh. school sucks but talking to u makes my day better :)

@ BigBadWolf You must really want another tip, huh lol 

@ BigBadWolf sent $100.00

@ virginesque no, i rlly just wanted to talk to u :( 

@ BigBadWolf Well aren’t you just the cutest. What do you wanna talk about baby?

@ virginesque idk i kinda been wanting to get to know u better. u seem interesting 

@ BigBadWolf Well what do you want to know?

@ virginesque what do you look like???

@ BigBadWolf I don’t even know what you look like haha

@ virginesque fair. how old are u??

@ BigBadWolf 45, you?

@ virginesque 20 but i’ll be 21 soon 

Their conversation strayed away from the usual exchanging of risqué photos and flirtatious banter and instead they got to know each other by taking turns asking questions about one another. It’s almost two in the morning on a week day and their conversation is still going. 

@ BigBadWolf Do you accept gifts? I want to send you a gift

@ virginesque ooooh what is it???

@ BigBadWolf You’ll have to be patient and wait until you get it

@ virginesque fine :( u can send them to my PO box

@ BigBadWolf When you get it, I wanna see it in your next stream 

@ virginesque oh? no private video just for ur eyes?

@ BigBadWolf You can send me a few pictures ;)

@ virginesque cant wait :D

@ BigBadWolf Goodnight babygirl, it was nice chatting with you 

@ virginesque night! ♡♡

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Almost every day since the mystery man said he’s gonna send her a gift, she’s been checking her P.O. box on the way home from school. She’s gotten mail from her subscribers before, but it was usually weird stuff like disgusting fantasies about her, cumsocks, and other depraved things. But she knows her mystery man is nothing like those weirdos, which is why when there’s finally something in her P.O. box, she’s excited. 

As soon as she gets to her apartment she tears open the box and inside is a package from an expensive lingerie company. She tears open the package and inside is a quarter cup bra in a sheer white color with little flowers embroidered on it and a matching g-string. She hurries to the bathroom and changes into it. The bra doesn’t cover anything and even if it did, you could see right through it. What surprises her most is how perfectly each garment fits. She puts on some natural looking makeup before standing before the full length mirror in her bedroom. With her phone, she snaps a few pictures, each one a different pose. 

@ virginesque sent 6 attachments 

@ virginesque u like?

@ BigBadWolf Wow, it fits you perfectly. You look so fuckin sexy

@ virginesque thanks, i love it ♡

@ virginesque im gonna go start my stream now, maybe we can call after ??

@ BigBadWolf Can’t wait :) 

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“You looked so sexy on that stream, doll,” her mystery man compliments. This video call is a lot like their first one. Neither one of them showing their faces with only their bodies in the camera’s frame. 

“Don’t I always?” 

“Of course you fuckin’ do. Every picture you send me tightens my pants.” 

She giggles, smiling like a fool, but luckily he can’t see that. 

“I wish I could be there to help you out. I’d let you fill any hole you wanted.” 

He frees his cock from his sweatpants and from what she can see he doesn’t have any underwear on. 

“What else would you let me do?” he asks, his hardened dick in his large hand. 

“Hmmm, I’d be wearing a cute little dress with nothing underneath…”

“I’d never be able to keep my hands off you.” His hand begins pumping his achingly hard cock. 

“And I wouldn’t want you to. I’d let you take me whenever and wherever you want. Over my kitchen counter, the backseat of a car, the back of a movie theater, anywhere.” 

He lets out a grunt as he urges himself to his peak. “I’d love to fuck you on my motorcycle.” 

“You have a motorcycle? You just got even hotter.” 

“Sure do. I’d be happy to take you for a ride sometime.” He curses as he increases the speed of his hand, successfully making himself cum. 

“I…I know it’s all just dirty talk and fantasies, but would you really wanna take me for a ride?” she shyly asks. 

He pauses for a second, but the anxiety she feels during that pause makes it feel like an eternity. 

“I…I mean, yeah of course, baby, I’d love to,” he stammers. 

“M-maybe if we do…we can make all these fantasies reality,” she seductively suggests. 

“You are getting me hard all over again just thinking about it. I know you live in Virginia since that’s where your P.O. box is and lucky for you, I do, too.”

“I’ll text you my favorite restaurant and we can meet there!”

“How’s this weekend sound?”

“I’ll be there in my little dress with nothing underneath.” 

“And I’ll be there ready to take it off.”

“Five o’clock?” 

They agree on the time before wishing each other a good night and ending the call. 

Saturday felt like it took forever to get here, but when it finally did she started to feel nervous. She stands in front of her closet and looks at the few dresses she has. Deciding on a lavender colored mini sundress, she upholds her promise to her mystery man and wears nothing underneath. She even paints her nails and does her hair and makeup nicely. The reality of the situation dawns on her. She’s really about to meet up with a random man she met online, but for some reason, she trusts him. He’s nothing like the weirdo fans that have sent her weird shit or left creepy, almost threatening comments on her posts and streams. He’s charming, generous, and has a huge dick. What more could she ask for? 

It’s a quarter til five once she gets to the restaurant since she likes to be early. She grabs a table by the window and sends him a message telling him that she’s here and sitting by a window. Someone calling her name causes her to flinch and look up from her phone. 

“Coach Negan? What’re you doing here?” she asks rudely. 

“It’s a goddamn restaurant. I’m obviously here to eat.” 

She sighs and rolls her eyes. “Okay, whatever, bye.” she shoos him away with her hand and pulls out her phone to text the mystery man and ask where he is. He texts back that he’s here and asks where she is. She replies by telling him what she’s wearing. Coach Negan comes back over to her table, but this time he looks shocked and pale. He sits at the table, across from her and looks her in the eyes. 

“You…you’re not virginesque…are you?” he asks dryly. 

As she looks into Negan’s hazel eyes, it feels like her entire world came crashing down around her. Her stomach turns into knots and she’s not hungry anymore. 

“Y-you’re big bad wolf!?” she says shakily. Tears prick at her eyes due to the realization that the mystery man she’s been crushing on is her mean track and field coach. 

He sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Holy fuckin’ shit.” He holds his head in his hands and refuses to look at her. She can’t look at him, nor can she hold back her tears. At the sound of her sniffling, Negan looks up at her. 

“I can’t believe my coach has seen me naked,” she sobs. 

“This isn’t easy for me either. My student has seen my penis!” 

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you!” she asks incredulously. 

“I didn’t know you were you!” he argues. 

“Oh my god, I’ve masturbated in front of you…to you! I…I’ve sent you nudes a-and videos,” she cries into her hands. 

“I’ve sent you dick pics and thousands of fucking dollars!” he bemoans. 

Through their bickering, neither of them notice the waiter approach. “Hi, my name is Tyler and I’ll be your server for tonight,” he places menus, napkins and silverware on their table, “Can I get y’all started with anything to drink?” 

“Not now, Tyler!” she shouts between sobs. He looks at her, offended, before walking off. 

The atmosphere is incredibly and awkwardly tense. Now, Negan has not only seen her naked, but he’s also seen her cry. That man she met on her live stream was nothing like Coach Negan and to see that they’re the same person almost makes her nauseous. Coach Negan is a mean, foul mouthed dick who makes her contemplate dropping out of track and field every time she goes to practice. Her mystery man is caring, charismatic, a gentleman even. 

“Look,” he says, grabbing her attention, “I know this is weird as shit for you because it’s weird for me, too. But the attraction we felt to each other was fuckin’ real.” The more she hears him speak, the stupider she feels for not realizing how similarly he and the mystery man spoke. 

“Yeah,” she agrees, “and I appreciate all the money you’ve sent.” 

He sighs as if he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say, but says it anyway. “And I do enjoy our late night chats and video calls.” 

“Me too. Talking with you was my favorite part of the day,” she admits, trying not to cry again. 

“I don’t want this to end just because we already knew each other,” he confesses. 

She looks away from him and down at the table, nervously biting her lip. “But you hate me and I’m not the hugest fan of you either. How could we possibly not end this?” 

“I do not hate you. You only know me when I’m your coach. Outside of that, I promise you I am the man you’ve been talking to.” 

She mulls over his words for a moment before taking a chance and letting her worries go. “Good, because I really like him.”

Negan waves the waiter over and they order their food. The atmosphere is less awkward when the food comes and she’s starting to feel comfortable with him being Negan. They finish eating and he covers the bill. 

“Y’know I wasn’t kidding about takin’ you out on my motorcycle,” he tells her with a smirk on his face as they walk out the restaurant. She follows beside him as he takes her to his motorcycle.  

“Wow, it’s nice,” she comments unsurely. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to take you for a ride?”

“I do, it’s just that I also wasn’t kidding about wearing a little dress with nothing underneath…” 

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at her. His hazel eyes scan her body and a smirk spreads across his face, bringing attention to his dimples. 

“You are way sexier in person,” he compliments, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He takes off his leather jacket and ties it around her waist. 

“We won’t go too far, so that should hold you over.” He puts a helmet on her head before putting one on himself. She gets on the bike behind him and he grabs her arms and wraps them around his waist. 

“Hold on tight, baby.” 

He takes off, causing her to hold him even tighter. She watches the scenery pass by as he drives by the coast. The full moon shines beautifully over the ocean as the waves crash along the sandy shore and it soothes her. He stops at an overlook that has an even better view of the beach and climbs off the bike and takes off his helmet before helping her off. She unties his jacket from around her waist and hands it to him, but instead of putting it on, he drapes it over her shoulders, which she's grateful for considering the cool weather. 

"Wow, you really are different when you're not coaching," she teases. He lets out a laugh and wraps his arm around her shoulders and guides her to overpass' railing so they can get a better look at the view. She watches the waves and Negan stands behind her, watching the scenery too. He hugs her around her shoulders, holding her close to his chest. It's an oddly intimate position for people who just met, but when she's not thinking of him as Coach Negan, it feels right. 

"Any other fantasies you wanted to live out tonight?" he whispers in her ear. The feeling of his facial hair and soft lips brushing against the shell of her ear sends tingles down her spine. With his teeth, he gently nips at her ear before pulling away. She turns around to face him and smiles seductively. 

“If I remember correctly,” she bites her lip and slides her hands up his chest before holding onto his broad shoulders, “you said you wanted to fuck me on your motorcycle.” His tongue seductively swipes across his bottom lip before a smirk grows across his face. His big hands slide down her body before cupping her ass. 

“Oh, baby, I was hopin’ you’d say that.”

“Really? Even after you found out I’m the girl you were talking to?” 

“Doll, even before I found your cam girl account, I always thought you were undeniably sexy.”

Warmth spreads across her face at his admission, even though it contradicts the way he treated her during games and practices. 

"Yeah? Well, I can't say I'm disappointed to find out someone as good looking as you is my mystery man," she flirts back. 

He grabs her by the back of her head and pulls her in for a kiss. Having been caught off guard, she gasps, but wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. His tongue forces its way through her soft lips and she welcomes the intrusion. He picks her up by the backs of her thighs and she reflexively wraps her legs around his waist. She can feel his hard-on through his jeans against her bare pussy, causing her to moan into his mouth. The need to breathe forces her to pull away from him. 

“Negan,” she pants, “I want you to touch me, please!” 

“Patience, baby,” he urges. She pouts and grips his shoulders tightly as she grinds against his clothed erection. Negan lets out a repressed grunt, suddenly regretting asking her to be patient. He carries her back over to his motorcycle and sets her down. He pulls his jacket off of her and hangs it on the handlebars. 

“You look so goddamn delicious in that little dress,” he states as he ogles her. 

“Wore it just for you.”

“I can’t wait to unwrap my present.” A cheeky, dimpled smile lights up across his face as he unzips the back of her dress and peels it off of her body, revealing her naked body to him. Eagerly, she undoes his belt, then his jeans, then pulls his hard cock from his boxers. 

“Wow, it looks bigger than it did on video call.” 

“Just wait til you feel it filling that pretty little pussy.” He sits on the seat of the bike and pats his lap. 

“Wanna ride me on my motorcycle,” he jokes. Her eyes drop to his cock before smiling up at him and eagerly nodding. 

“Go grab a condom out of my jacket pocket.”  She does as he says and hands the condom to him to which he rolls it on. Excitement had filled her mind up until this very moment because now nervousness is taking over. He helps her climb onto his lap and positions her over his dick. He teases her slick folds with his tip, causing her to tighten her grip on his shoulders. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest once she feels him line his tip up with her entrance. 

“You okay?” he asks, his hazel eyes filled with concern. The tense look on her face didn't go unnoticed by him.

“Y-yeah.” 

“Baby, we don’t have to do this.” 

“No! No, I want to. It…It’s just that this is my first time.”

He pauses and rubs a hand over his face. She can’t read his expression as he stares into her eyes. 

“You’re a fuckin’ virgin?” 

“Uh, yeah? It’s kinda in my username on the cam girl site.”

“Yeah, but it’s virginesque, which kinda implies that you’re not really a virgin,” he explains. 

“I know, that’s the point.” 

“I don’t get it…” 

“Well, I’ve never had sex before, but with all the toys I’ve used and stuff I’ve done as a cam girl, I don’t really feel like a virgin." 

“Oh my fuckin god,” he sighs as he urges her to get up. She grabs her dress from off the ground and puts it back on as Negan fixes his pants. Her heart’s still racing, but this time, instead of awaiting Negan’s dick, she’s waiting for his next words. 

“I-is that a problem‽”

“Kinda, yeah. I can’t fuck a virgin on my bike at an overpass in the middle of the fuckin night. Isn’t your first time supposed to be special and with someone you love or some shit like that?” 

“Well what if this is how I wanna have my first time?” 

“There’s better ways!” He argues. 

“Like what?”

The look in his eyes is dark as a smirk spreads across his face. He steps closer to her, his tongue salaciously gliding across his bottom lip. He leans down to whisper in her ear, his lips gently brushing against the shell. 

“What if I fucked you on your livestream. Showed all those pathetic excuses of men you have for viewers that their tiny little cocks could never please you the way I can. Show them that I’m the first man to ever fuck you.” 

Her face blooms with heat and her stomach flutters at his words. She was afraid he was going to completely turn her away, but instead he embraced it. 

part 3 ➢

[bunnwich]

A bit of controversial post maybe??? (feel free to skip)

Not to be controversial but I keep seeing how ppl are reading the “Leona is kind to Sally” situation and just thinking how my perspective is bit…different.  (if you don't care about my opinion ofc you can always skip)

SPOILERS FOR EVENT

When I saw it, these were my thoughts:

"Oh I love this so much!! It's adorable for one, and I’ve been saying for years that Leona is only mean to ppl he doesn't like/finds annoying or doesn’t care about. Like he HAS the ability, like everyone else to be polite and nice but we only see him interact with ppl who annoy him etc. Which is...um most of the cast. AND we rarely get a peak at how he would be with someone he likes.

I hope that this helps ppl see that he can be gentler to act toward someone he's SUPPOSED to like as a friend or even like romantically. 

Banter is one thing but I don’t believe he'd ever act straight-up rude to someone he was true friends with, dating or had a crush on?" 

So, a lot of ppl loved this scene I DO TOO! However…

This whole “Leona said men ain’t shit” joke is worrisome. Like…do you guys think that Leona would in fact be ruder or less gentle to a masc or nonbinary S/O vs a femme one? Some of these remarks…feel uh not really nice to those who have nonbinary/masc pairing with him.

He grew up in a matriarchal society, he respects women NO DOUBT.

I just think it would be nice to for us to be kinder in how we phrase things like this. I know they are jokes but still Yumes and ships mean a lot to ppl and I think it's just another catalyst for masc and masc-leaning fans to feel further alienated in the fandom space, yk?

Do I believe he respects women OFC, but much like those who had the “consent king” take about the voiceline of him being offended at Scully kissing the MC's hand I ONLY agree to an extent. WHY? Bc Leona is a big-ass hypocrite! Leona, for all I defend him, is not always keen on physical boundaries himself and can be quite rude. I think that line is more him being annoyed at Scully than genuinely worried for anyone's virtue, yk?

And to bring it back to the Sally/Leona thing I think it's not just bc Sally is a woman he is nice to her, bc she is SMART and cunning and was quickly underestimated by the rest of the cast. She was able take care of herself. He liked that about her. I really don't think it was just cause she was girl by itself.

Idk thats all I have to say, this is just my opinion as usual but it just didn’t sit right with me from a fandom perspective and I genuinely feel the “Leona is the feminist king of all time” is not a full reading of the character when we’ve seen him be nice to others and neutral to other women. Plus, he’s IS a hypocrite about the manners thing! The cast even call him out on it.

Leona is still flawed just like any other character in twst and I don't think him “bowing down at every women's feet” is something I subscribe to. Not in the way some ppl are acting anyways.

And frankly how some ppl are wording themselves in their tags and reblogs of these posts about Leona “drinking respect women’s juice bc he dislikes men” feels alienating toward those who have nonbinary/masc ships with him.

This is meant as no offense to anyone's fun I just thought I’d give my perspective on it. 

TLDR: I do think that it is genuinely funny and endearing to see the juxtaposition of how Leona treats everyone else VS Sally HOWEVER I don't think it is purely a gender thing and making that just doesn't sit right with me.

[sserpente]

A/N. Request by @eleniblue. This turned out a lot darker and more demanding than I anticipated. Best example for “characters do what they want”. Oh well! ;-)

Words: 1356 Warnings: President Loki being President Loki, implied dub-con smut, lots of talk of politics

Loki—no, President Loki—flicked through the pages of your file filled to the brim with several arrests from your countless protests, articles you wrote for non-profit organisations and all of your previous demands and proposals to the White House, all of which had fallen on deaf ears. The United States of America was one sexist country when it came down to it. You clenched your fists. How was it a man got to decide over your body? Where did the notion of men being smarter come from? Because they could pee standing up with a fleshy noodle?

“You have caused quite a stir among my male senators,” he said without looking up. Rude. And what was even ruder was the fact that he was outrageously handsome and charming.

“Oh yeah? Did I make them uncomfortable?” You lifted your chin, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Loki chuckled. “Very much so.”

“Good.”

“So much so, in fact, that they begged me to muzzle you when I first brought you up, did you know?” Finally, the new head of the country met your piercing gaze. “Your file is impressive. You have made quite a name for yourself.” You shivered when he spoke your full name. “I have been looking forward to finally meeting you.”

He made it seem like it had been his idea to meet you and listen to what you had to say and that pissed you off. Arsehole. You scoffed.

“I can’t say the feeling is mutual considering how you came to sit in that chair in the first place, Mr. President.”

But the truth was, you had requested an audience with the God of Mischief. Perhaps it was selfish, insane even… but when everyone’s life got turned upside down and a literal god declared he would now be ruling this realm as its king, part of you had seen the tiniest glimmer of hope. Hope that he, unlike the human presidents, would listen to reason and support the idea of feminism rather than fight it and act all hurt like a lost little puppy.

Loki smiled at you—almost as if he knew something you did not which was probably the case. He was making you nervous, you were not going to deny that. But then again, the whole point of your visit was to convince him of your opinion. For that, you had to be confident. It was surprising enough he had agreed to meet you in the first place.

“Is that so? I must admit, I did expect a little more politeness and respect. You want something from me, do you not?”

You cleared your throat. “Yes. I came here to tell you about me. About us. Hundreds of women have already joined our cause, thousands more online across the country.”

“And what do you want?” he asked as if he already knew.

You sat up straight. “We want equality. We want the same pay for the same work, we want autonomy over our own bodies and we want fairness in all aspects of life. Most importantly though… we want you to end the abortion ban immediately.”

Loki considered your words for a moment. “Well, I will need some more details than that to change the laws in your favour of your… what is you mortals call it? Feminism?”

“You could at least let me explain… wait, what?” You paused, processing his words. Make changes to the law?

“I see here the reasons for your protests and marches are quite legitimate. In fact, it baffles me women appear to have fewer rights in this realm. If they are dependent on men when it comes to reproduction, it does not surprise me you demand your voice and scream it from the rooftops.” Your lips parted. He… agreed? “Your work has been impressive so far. You are a born leader it seems, and you have a way with words.”

With a start, excitement rippled through your entire body. “I… I can help. I have spent months drafting new and adjusted bills…”

Loki lifted his hand, silencing you. “It will take time. The senators are quite terrified of simple equality merely because it would threaten their privileged status.”

“Let them be,” I breathed out.

Loki smirked. “I cannot forgo them all, you see. That would be very unwise of me to do. Most humans are quite narrow-minded but the senators are amenable and I intend to rule this realm your trusted way, whether you like it or not.”

“They already know about all of my proposals and they know what I stand for. How long do you expect us to wait?” Gosh, this was brilliant… this was the furthest you had ever gotten! Had you just called him an arsehole before? You hadn’t meant it, you…

“Let that be my concern. But rest assured it will be done. You will see the results soon. Ambition and persistence such as yours should be rewarded. I admit it was quite bold of you to request a meeting with me.” Your heart skipped a beat. What you didn’t expect was that your pussy would clench at his praise.

“Oh my god… thank you. Thank you! You have no idea how much this means for our progress. We have been fighting for our rights for years. The abortion ban was such a setback and now…”

“Stop,” Loki interrupted you, surprisingly gentle. “We haven’t spoken about what you can offer me in return for my generosity yet.”

Your smile faded.

“Now, now, don’t look so frightened, pet. All I ask for is your support. A lot of people look up to you. You will tell them you support the new president and that you will serve him with pride. Can you do that for me?”

You gnashed your teeth. “I’m not going to lie to anybody.”

“I am not asking you to. I want you to show them the excitement you have shown me just now.” He leaned forward, looking you directly in the eye.

“F-fine.” You were so close. You had nothing to lose at this point.

Loki chuckled. He stood, slowly walking around the massive mahogany desk. You swallowed when he grabbed your chin faster than you were able to react. “Good. Then let us seal the deal, shall we? Kneel.”

“W-what?”

“Kneel before your king. You want my support, you give me your submission, pet. And don’t deny it. I have seen the way you first looked at me when you entered the room. Ah, was that… lust I just saw flickering in those pretty eyes?” Your eyes widened, the atmosphere in the entire room shifting within a fraction of a second. His dominance nearly knocked you backward, his sudden interest in you intimidating and… exciting. Or had he just been hiding it before? Was this why he had agreed to meet you in the first place, you thought, panicking?

“You wish,” you choked out, pressing your legs together in a desperate attempt to hide the effect he had on you… and your body. Because he was right. Something had been wrong with you since the very moment you had walked into the room and you hated yourself for it. You had prayed Loki wouldn’t notice but it seemed the God of Mischief was incredibly perceptive.

“Hmm… I believe my price for your proposal just… increased.”

Your eyes widened. “You… you fucking wouldn’t.”

“And you have quite the mouth on you.”

“That defeats the entire purpose of what you just agreed to help me with!”

“Does it now? Your body begs to differ, pet. But be that as it may…” He forced you to your knees with a start, an invisible force pulling you toward the marble floor. You gasped, looking up at him. “You would do well to remember I am not one of your precious Avengers. Self-righteousness is not my style. You came here with a proposal, pet. And I will give you what you need the way I see fit.”

You swallowed. You had a feeling he wasn’t talking about women’s rights anymore and the worst part was that part of you was enjoying it.

A/N: Check out my blog for more Imagines and my original novel(s)! ♥

[sdvshanewife]

Gonna be honest and say that I don’t even think shane is rude he’s just not very nice. (Obviously all early on) first meeting he says the thing why are you talking to me I don’t know you. Which is a) true and b) not that bad he’s just like bruh who are you man. Okay woah not very friendly like most of the town but just how it is sometimes

And I feel like no one ever considers the actual situation afterwards. If you keep talking to him despite him very obviously wanting to be left alone and have somewhat made it clear the first time that’s on you?? He SAID leave him alone. The player isn’t respecting that and keeps talking to him. Obviously in stardew valley it all works out happy ending they get married yeah yeah everything’s okay but. In the real world if you keep bothering a guy who tells you to Leave Him Alone and he starts saying stuff like “what do you want” “go away” that is literally entirely on the person who doesn’t listen to him and you know, leave him alone?? It is so insane to me that people act like he’s the worst, acting like you said hi and he went “fuck you and your entire family I hope you die in a [redacted]”. Okay, I’ll agree that he’s not nice. But It is genuinely crazy to me that people agree that he’s apparently such a huge jerk. I think we’re all used to the town being really welcoming and warm and friendly so when he’s like that it’s unexpected and a bit of a shock, and I also understand being sensitive to stuff like this (no hate to that at all)

But I do not understand people who think others actually own them conversation just because…? and when someone doesn’t want to be bothered they are somehow lacking in personal morality. That is wild to me. Is it weird? Yeah maybe depends on where you’re from. Does it say something about who they are as a person? Probably not. At least less than they think.

I guess the fact that Stardew is expected to be a wholesome warm fuzzy game also plays into it. Like why are you like this it’s stinking up my cozy little game etc etc. And I get that but I don’t think it’s fair because Shane’s thing is not the only heavy topic in this game. Alex dealing with a parental loss and iirc also past abuse from his father!! Pam’s alcoholism and as a result putting Penny through so much bullshit and responsibility she shouldn’t have had to shoulder!! Kent is a former pow with ptsd!! And more that’s “milder” but still not all sunshines and rainbows. I know Stardew has the reputation of being cozy and warm and it’s true but that is mostly due to the players saying it themselves. There was no promise that there would not be heavier topics in the game at all. And it’s also handled well (not like uhh sudden horror twists or stuff) and is not otherwise very “out of place” so yeah it’s not fair to expect that from the game or him.

Um honestly by this point I’m not that mad anymore so

Live laugh shane our mantra yeah

the reason people make out shane to be ruder than he actually is is because they compare him to the other villagers that say hi and are friendly blah blah blah. it's also just expected for people to be friendly or atleast be "decent" (for a lack of a better word?) when you talk to them (or when they talk to you). when someone doesnt want to talk, theyre expected to not be so blunt and be like "oh sorry, i dont really wanna talk right now" and not be as direct as shane is.

i dont really agree with the "stardew valley is made out to be a cozy game". while i understand where you're coming from, most people don't mind the heavy topics, what they do care about is the way shane acts. ive never seen people complaining about penny's, alex's, or kent's stories which contain heavy topics. they're easier to sympathize with because the characters are nice.

LIVE LAUGH SHANE

[thomazzr]

///LightSwitch!Zane

(inspired by a load of other AU's I've seen but main one is by spinchips ao3 fic with zane having two diff personalities)

Zane and my boy Zayne! I mostly named ice emperor that because calling him IE just seems either too long or too short but onward to lore.

Lore

Timeline: Post-never realm when the ninjas came back to ninjago.

After zane got fixed up from 6 decades worth of damage and leftover ice that was stuck on his body, PIXAL asked if she could scan him, it was reasonable for him to be scanned and zane agreed since of course. Anything could've been on his mind, and maybe get rid of any rust here and there. But upon checking she found some old persona in him. Soon as she saw it she went to check the switch on zane.

(the same switch zane used after nya becoming the sea)

And the switch was absolutely demolished, as it was close to where Zayne mainly added ice on, meaning that along with his other internal machines and the switch are very broken, PIXAL attempted to fix everything along with Jay and nya but the switch, was unfortunately unable to be fixed as it looked like to be the one part of zane that Zayne kept playing around with out of curiosity and the discovery of flipping it made him far less emotional. To the point it was to no use anymore due to decades of on and off and so forth. Giving zane a constant serious and Unserious and different persona's at all time.

The switch was vitle, and without it could make zane unfixable. So to take it off was just a lose lose situation. And therefore dear ice emperor Zayne became a second persona of zane. Though less hostile after seeing they aren't any harm to him and are in fact his friends, tho still very bitter lloyd technically defeated him by mere words and also Kai for his fire ability which opposed his.

Due to this, every ninja in the temple got used to zaynes sudden appearance even when they were talking to zane, both weren't so far from each other since zane and Zayne are passive, adaptable, hard to beat emotionally, and way too intelligent for robots. Though unlike before, Zayne still has the same voice since voicebox isn't connected to the switch and why his voice was so deep before when he was an emperor was because his voicebox was rusting. They would know if they switched, zayne = a little ruder than zane and zane = less quieter than zayne.

Personality

Zayne: he's far wiser than any of the ninjas, second to master wu due to him existing for 6 decades, and so technically he's older than zane.

His way of speech is different and due to speaking the language of the never realm so much, he has an accent. I don't even know if the never realm/ninjago is supposed to be Chinese or Japanese but I like to think Zayne would Have a slight old Japanese accent similar to master wu.

Knowing the ninjas are his friends, he's not as hostile but still is, talks unnecessarily rude to them when he feels like it, and his pride grows 10 times a day since he always shows up when it's sparring time, beating one by one since his knowledge at fighting is further than any of them, usually being alot more fierce when sparring with Kai, though being slightly careful with lloyd as lloyd always seems to back off if Zayne asked for a spar. So he'll be more gentle at beating lloyd compared to everyone.

When zane and the others have a conversation, sometimes the person they're talking to don't realize it's no longer zane they're talking with but none other than Zayne. Zayne and zane share a mind and are just as intelligent or more so in zaynes perspective but either way it's sometimes hard to distinguish them if Zayne isnt showing the normal differences with zane and as long as he controls his accent abit.

Zane: he isn't much different to Canon other than being more timid but due to also experiencing being the ice emperor too, he unconsciously talks alot more, and his morals are a little more cuckoo than before.

Whenever it is his turn to switch. He's alot more indecisive as he had vex for so many years and when he switches, hes always be greeted by zayne. his feelings for Zayne is complicated, he resents Zayne and he really doesn't like him but he can't blame Zayne much at all, because Zayne is him. They were still the same person before the switch broke, and if it wasn't, its his fault.

Hes usually in the kitchen, with PIXAL or with master wu. It's now uncommon for him to be with the other ninjas, and most of the time he is with them, he's very timid, he loves making plans with them but the fact he hurted them back in the never realm always came to haunt him, and sparring with them was even worse especially with lloyd, so he usually gave the job to Zayne with the condition he doesn't injure them too badly.

Though he's less social, he talks like a king, which is funny for the other ninjas, mostly because he uses alot of high honorifics on himself, sometimes accidentally calling himself emperor, by this point he doesn't even know how to stop it.

(also before closing, his appearance is different, and as much as it just looks like a mix between zane and zaynes style, it's just Zayne feeling uncomfortable wearing the things zane wears regularly and asked if zane could at least give harder protection even if he does know he and zane aren't human and aren't physically weak since they have tough bodies, by the end of the day zane was forced to ask master wu for some)

I'm sure soon enough I'll be making more of these two and how they interact. Feel free to give me questions.

(also if you're someone who's seen my Dual emperor AU, I'm sure I'll talk about it later on)

Too-da-loo!!

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Let's Rank the Animaniacs segments!

The order won't surprise you too much if you've followed me for a while or have seen a few of my Animaniacs-related posts (although my opinions on some segments have changed), but I figured it would be fun to rank them anyway (plus it relates to something I wanted to say regarding the characters, but I'll save that for the end). Sub series like Wheel of Morality and Dot's Poetry Corner don't count.

Segments I actively dislike

Worst - Katie Ka-Boom

"lol teenage girls amiright?" No. Shut up. This isn't funny. Her catchphrase is dumb (“I’m not overreacting, I’m a teenager!”) and honestly her parents suck too (“Teenagers should be locked away until they’re 30.”) This is easily the most mean-spirited segment on the show, it reeks of bitterness.

The Hip Hippos

The fat jokes suck and both hippos are boring characters with no real goal or motivation; but they are a genuinely wholesome couple and the idea of out of touch high class people being the stars of a segment is at the very least a good idea, they just botched the execution.

Chicken Boo

The Chicken Boo segments are an okay joke told too many times in the exact same way.

Buttons and Mindy

This segment is too mean spirited and is basically the same segment every time but I'm ranking them higher than Boo because Buttons and Mindy, as characters, are adorable and actually have personalities, unlike Boo (I'm aware Boo being like that is the point, but still).

Segments that are...OK

Mime Time

I think The Mime being such a bland character actually improves these bumpers. I don't feel too bad when he gets hurt because we barely know him and his bumpers are brief, so we don't see him suffer for too long. Although I do think the slapstick is kinda just...fine.

The Flame

These are little boring. I feel like the Warners do a better job with educational segments. These segments pretty much just exist to teach US history, but in a more tame yet in your face about how great they want kids to think America is way than when Warner segments would.

Randy Beaman Kid/Colin

It sure is...a bumper.

The Incredible Gnome in People's Mouths

This might be the weirdest premise of any Animaniacs segment, and that's saying a lot. It's alright.

Good Idea Bad Idea

Easily the best non-sub series bumper for sure...but it's still just a bumper.

Starbox and Cindy

This segment is kind of like Buttons and Mindy but since the protagonist is a bad person, his pain can actually be funny. It's also kind of like Pinky, Elmyra and the Brain if they didn't turn an iconic double act into an unremarkable trio. Hearing Cindy ramble about random stuff in the background is both cute and funny (I'll admit the Gnome probably should be higher because it's more of an original idea...but Cindy's adorable so I'm putting this higher lol).

Goodfeathers

I didn't like their first segment, but a lot of their later ones are OK, even though many over-rely on the whole "and then the Goodfeathers get hurt" bit. They're not much more than a (now dated) reference, and I think the writers realised this eventually because they clearly gave up on them at one point. They get no segments in season 3, only one in season 4, in season 5 they just get cameos and bumpers, and they show up really late compared to everyone else in Wakko's Wish. Pesto's the only standout character here to me, I don't really care for Squit or Bobby.

Minerva Mink

I like how she loves to wallow in self pity about how hard her life is yet is incredibly vain, manipulative and loves to be ruder than she needs to be. She's not a saint, but that's funny! I would've put her segments in the next tier if not for 1-the fact that she only has two segments so she never got to reach her full potential as a character and 2-the sheer amount of perv-pandering...which happens to be the reason why she only has two segments.

Segments I like!

Rita and Runt

Their segments can be hit or miss, but I think the bad ones aren't bad enough and the good ones are good enough to warrant them being this high. Rita and Runt are both likeable characters, their segments aren't the funniest but they have a lot of heart. Not gonna lie Rita's probably the best singer on the show.

Slappy Squirrel

She's basically what would happen if a Looney Tunes character ever actually grew to be old. She solves modern day problems with old school cartoon solutions, she's great!

Pinky and the Brain

In truth, if it weren't for their spin off series and the Animaniacs reboot these guys would probably be under Slappy. I've dedicated at least four long posts to these two I'm not going into further detail lol.

Best - Yakko, Wakko, and Dot

Chaotic good puppy children live out every kid's fantasy of fighting back against adults who mistreat them or others, what's not to like? I like that out of all the characters (aside from Slappy) they're the best homage to classic cartoons, between their designs and the fact that they often have entire segments that are homages to classic cartoons, like "The Girl with the Googily Goop", "The Warner's Vault" or "Yakko Amakko". Plus the Warners have one of the least formulaic segments on the show so that helps-great songs, cute sibling/family shenanigans, fun parodies, and just a whole bunch of zany chaos!

In all seriousness, the main reason I made this post is because a couple times I've seen people post/tweet something along the lines of "real Animaniacs fans like all/most segments" or "a true Animaniacs fan should like *blah blah blah* segments" and I just wanted to say...no.

If you only watch the show for the Warners, or just Slappy, or both Pinky and the Brain and Starbox and Cindy, or just Rita and Runt, Hip Hippos and Mime Time, or even literally only for Katie Kaboom, that's valid.

There's no quota for which segments you have to like. If you're a fan, you're a fan, no one else gets to decide that.

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

My brain divides SPN into several… i don’t know… Sections? Seven to be exact (I think).

Season 1-2

Season 3 (cuz I always forget it)

Season 4-5

Season 6-10

Season 11-12

Season 13-14

Season 15

At this point I’m in fact not sure, why it’s like that? But between these sections it felt/feel like something changed, like a new book began or smth like that.

I am personally fond of 4-5 and very fond of 6-10.

The first two seasons seem like a separate thing to me because it‘s like, what they originally wanted the show to be about i think? The Prologue or smth so to speak.

Season 3, I never know what happened there, when we rewatched it I was frequently like „Oh! That was season 3?“. There’s just not much that really sticks out? Besides Dean going to hell maybe. Which I only remember because Cas pulled him out in 4.

Seasons 4-5, the apocalypse, I think I liked the concept of it? Dean & Cas‘s chemistry of course, Lucifer, the angels. I just enjoyed it.

Seasons 6-10, Cas betraying the boys, the Leviathans, Sam being soulless, Purgatory, Benny, Dean having a Crisis every other episode, Charlie, Metatron, Rowena, Alex, Donna being introduced, Claire being reintroduced, Crowley, the Mark of Cain- all examples of concepts & characters I adore. There is a distinct change after Season 5 was over, in Dean and Cas’s characters especially. Probably because it was supposed to end after S5? Whatever, I really enjoyed that. It was fun.

Season 11-12, I don’t remember much? I think it was the Amara/Darkness & Men of Letters Arc thing? The concept of the Darkness was nice. God, Lucifer and the whole squad teaming up to get rid of her was kinda cool I guess? Ketch was… I don’t know a little weird at first but I got used to him? Never grew overly fond of Mary’s character. Jack‘s birth of course was… something. Over all neutral ig. I don’t know why this is distinct for me, but I feel like something changed after 10 was over, can’t put my finger on it though.

Season 13-14, I’m currently watching 14, I think the whole parenting thing with Jack they‘ve got going on is nice. I‘m currently enjoying the whole Micheal trying to destroy the earth & possessing Dean arc and whatever the hell is going on with Nick. Gabriel coming back in 13 and the girl squad with Donna, Jody and the kids feeling more… prominent (?) was fun. What changed here is probably conditioned by Jack being added as a character. I like him, but it kinda changed the dynamic I guess? Also because it kinda conditioned everything that happened afterwards.

Season 15, I haven’t watched it yet. From what it looks like Dean’s character gets ruder than I‘m used to? Especially to Cas? Then there‘s the Destiel confession (that I naturally know about) and the weird way Dean dies in the end. Even though I haven’t seen it yet it already kinda feels like they were hastily trying to abruptly rip the whole thing off? Correct me if I’m wrong. I‘ll report back when I watched it, currently I’m rewatching in German (currently S6) with my mother who hasn’t seen the show yet.

I don’t know what this is supposed to be? I think I just wanted to rant about this whole section thing in my mind and how/why I like said sections. Maybe also for me to write it down and make up my mind about this stuff, because as I’m rewatching the show I’m reflecting and thinking about stuff a little bit more.

If you want to you can add on with your own opinions on the seasons & how/if you section them. Or if you can/want to add any bonus information.

I enjoy reading other people’s opinions & takes.

Anyway have a nice day. And thanks for reading.

[acourtofthought]

I’m really annoyed by all the off-page development Elriels are trying to push on Elain lately. She has her found family with the wraiths! She’s already in love with Azriel! She’s training to be a spy! She’s happy in the Night Court! Why would SJM give us basically every bit of Elain’s healing journey off page? There’s no point in an Elain book if everything they are saying is true. I swear they’re getting louder and ruder on every platform lately & it really irks me that they accuse people of being all sorts of nasty things for not wanting Elriel whenever their headcanons would pretty much rob those of us who like Elain from seeing her develop on page. Not to mention how much of a reach some of those things are — we’ve been told over and over Elain in her element is social, loves parties and events, and wants to be seen. Doesn’t really fit with Az’s description of spy craft when he and Cass are waiting around in ACOSF. And maybe I have blinders on, but I 100% do not think Elriel is in love. Lust? Interest? Sure. But not love. I used to think they’d have a fling, but looking back at things, I don’t even think that will happen with how their “relationship” played out in ACOSF. Sorry for the long rant. Blogs like yours give me hope with all the informative responses & level headedness.

Why would anyone even want a book like that? Why do they want Elain fully healed when we could read about her anguish over the loss of her father, the devastation over being made and losing what she thought was the love of her life? Though I imagine once she falls in love with Lucien, she'll realize the difference between puppy love and true love ❤️😍 Why do they want Elain in love when we never got to hear her thoughts on how it felt to fall? Why do they want Elain to have her found family when we've never witnessed the sharing of banter that led them to that point? And why does anyone want her in the NC when one sister only thinks of her as a pleasant companion, one sister thinks of her as a dog, and neither Az or Nesta feel she should be allowed to do the very thing Nesta herself did? I don't want Elain to be fine and dandy at the start of her book. I want to read the depth and intensity of her emotions because of her pain and suffering over everything that's happened to her😂 That sounds cruel but it does make the eventual HEA more meaningful. I know not everyone sees it but Elain is intelligent and very good at conveying her thoughts with words (though we haven't seen it often). Where Feyre wasn't the best at explaining what she was feeling and Nesta's go to tactic was to lash out and blame others for what she was feeling, Elain is a character who can really delve deep with her words and that's exciting to me. But her starting off having all the things makes her character come off as extremely shallow with no need to feel much at all other than "I'm so happy! I have the greatest friends! I love Az!". 🤢😂 And thank you for your comments at the end!

[villagesmartass]

I drove an hour out of town today as I usually do on my days off and spend a lot of money thrifting or at target or getting cool food since there’s nothing where i live. But less and less I am spending money but I’m still having a lot of fun. I feel super strange lately. Like I just want to hang around and melt and mind my business and watch everyone and everything and be on my own schedule and wait for sundown to sit in the most perfect temperature . At home it feels more and more temporary and I feel baffled at my own disappointment like I keep not realizing how much I expected from a situation. Idk how to control that if I can’t even realize it. I’ll get there. Today has had a really weird energy like I was skeptical to go on the drive today for my car but out loud I said to myself it’s more like an uncertain feeling than a bad one. And it’s been like bad luck has been following me today but not touching me. Yet at least. Yesterday was my only day off but I needed to cover someone instead and they said they’d cover me tomorrow if I’d do it. When I was at work I joked to my coworker that I was afraid they were gonna call me in again tomorrow. It actually happened, my manager forgot she said she’d cover me today so she said it was up to me. I said no. When I got to Redding I witnessed a three car pile up a teenager in a bmw caused. I went into dollar tree to use the bathroom and a women was just barely holding the door mechanism cause it was broken and almost fell on her because I walked in. The next thrift I went into a woman set stuff on the counter to keep shopping and somebody stole the stuff. There was a family in there of all women that spoke in very high pitched voices in another language I’ve never heard and they stared at me like I was a heretic. At target right now this women’s little boy accidentally stole something and got them in trouble. But I’m getting flirted with and stared at like no tomorrow. Redding is also weird because you get judged by the weirdest people you have ever seen. Like angry white family’s with matching rainbow dreads. A lot of them are really nice though. The other half are ruder than a dentist in a candy store. I heard so much about how special Redding was growing up in a Christian family. Makes me so curious where all those folks I knew that moved up here went and how they fit in… it is not Orange County

[rachel-wsu]

Healthcare Workers, the Misconceptions

   Snohomish Fire District 4 Station 41, photo by Rachel Pitts

  Healthcare workers were the driving force that got the US through the 2020 pandemic. However, currently in 2023 healthcare workers feel exhausted and under appreciated more than ever. After 2020 many of you would think healthcare workers are more appreciated than they were before. Especially after so many people posted about how much we should value them more. In numerous areas the treatment of healthcare workers has gotten worse and has no signs of improving. From how patients treat staff, to how corporations do not appreciate their employees.

  Taylor Kramer a medical assistant that has worked at The Everett Clinic for almost six years will speak on her experiences. When asked if her work environment had changed since covid Kramer said, “It is more stressful and mentally draining. Patients are being rude, mean and aggressive. Even physical threats have become normal. Because of covid corporate companies took over and they are not treating healthcare staff well.” 

  From patients being aggressive to corporate takeovers, our healthcare workers are struggling with their mental health. The corporate changes Kramer is referring to is Optum buying out The Everett Clinics and The Polyclinics. Optum is a company owned by United Healthcare, a nationwide health insurance company. Even though the purchase of her clinic is legal Kramer said, “The buy out feels medically unethical.” Much like how church and state should be separate, so should healthcare facilities and insurance companies.  

  When Kramer was asked what misconceptions people had she said, “I haven’t seen any pay increase over the last three years.” These three years include the year 2020. Additionally, she was never given hazard pay or retention bonuses for working with covid patients like so many people think. When she got sick from covid Kramer had to use her paid time off or go home sick without pay. All of this was shocking to hear considering everywhere online people are making posts and hash tagging their appreciation for healthcare workers. Yet people are not showing this same attitude with their own doctors offices. 

  Josh Poole, a firefighter from Snohomish Fire District 4 Station 41 shared in Kramer’s feelings of being under appreciated. When asked if he felt appreciated at his job Poole said, “No, people are actually ruder than before covid. There is an expectation of special treatment. Patients use profane language and have unreasonable expectations. Patients are refusing to give basic cooperation when being taken to the emergency room, like medication lists. When people are kind you are surprised.” While Poole expressed he loved his job, he wished patients would understand, “everyone in the healthcare industry is just trying to do their best.” 

  Poole also shared confusion over what people were saying online as opposed to how they acted in person to healthcare workers. Poole said, “Everyone wants to share their appreciation online, but when it comes to face to face interactions people show little to none.” He shared another common factor with Kramer. Why are people appreciative on social media to healthcare workers, but not in person? People are understandably in pain or distraught, that’s why they call 911. But Poole says, “He doesn’t except calls to be easy, but people could at least be cooperative.” Will we see a decrease in healthcare workers in the future due to these mistreatments? Would you go into a career field you knew you would be under appreciated?

 The Everett Clinic, photo by Rachel Pitts 

[pippytmi]

Roommates au, enemies to lovers, “you confuse me.” Supercorp obvs

“You’re a fucking liar.”

This is—objectively speaking—not the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. “Uh, hello to you…too,” Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.

But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. “Don’t pretend you’re a saint in this matter, Lex,” Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lena’s hands. “If I have to go and clean up your mess again…”

So it’s one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.

There is a list of chores pinned to the fridge—four black X’s cross out Lena’s, and Kara’s are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; X’s mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)

The dishes, however, are not on Kara’s agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed it’s missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.

It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasn’t said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.

Lena’s voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CD’s (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).

Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. “Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally won’t touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isn’t sure what the proper technique is.

She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after it’s done, rapping on Lena’s door in tune with The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.

That’s probably why she doesn’t even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,

“You confuse me.”

Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. “What the—Lena,” she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.

Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Kara’s chest. “You confuse me,” she repeats.

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Um, okay,” she says. “…why?”

A strange, strangled noise rises from Lena’s mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). “Because,” angrier-than-usual Lena says, “you do shit like cook food for me and don’t even say anything.”

“What do you want me to say?” Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. “If you want I can start saying ‘Hey Lena, I made dinner’ every time.”

“You and I don’t do dinner,” Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. “Every time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?”

“Because you’re always upset afterwards,” Kara says slowly. “And I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.”

“Whiskey,” Lena notes. “It’s always whiskey. And it’s never a cheap brand.”

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lena’s designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Kara’s not sure Lena even owns pajamas). “You would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything,” she says. “So whatever this is, you can stop it.”

“What do you mean, ‘whatever this is’?” Kara repeats incredulously. “I’m just being nice!”

“I never asked you to be ‘nice’!”

Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lena’s roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.

“Look,” Kara says patiently, “I give you my sister’s whiskey, and she doesn’t care because she is trying to give up drinking. And I’m not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you don’t cook at all. That’s it! I don’t have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. I’m just being friendly.”

“We are not friends, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “And I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”

God, what an insufferable—“Okay, know-it-all,” Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. “What am I doing?”

Lena’s jaw clenches noticeably. “You pity me,” she accuses. “You look down at my relationship with my family, and—and I don’t want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.”

“If you wanted me to back off, that’s fine,” Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But I don’t pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, I’d feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.”

Lena’s expression darkens. “You don’t know my family.”

“I don’t know you very well, either,” Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think she’s hilarious). “Message received, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”

At first, Kara assumes that's the end of it—assumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.

But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. “I—” Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. “I'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and it’s—it’s rude of me to take it out on you.”

“Okay,” says Kara dumbly, because she’s not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. It’s about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. “Thanks?”

Lena bites her lip, glances away. “You’re welcome,” she says stiffly. And this time she leaves—leaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.

Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she can’t shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and it’s more than a twenty dollar bill. “Wait,” she blurts out, “Lena. What—what does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?”

“Well, you are more than welcome to apologize too,” Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, she’s…just a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.

“Do you want me to apologize to you?”

A beat. “Not really,” Lena says. “I don’t—want that. You’re right, you don’t know me. Or my family. We’re nothing to each other, and I can’t expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.”

“Still,” Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. “I am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say you’re worse than that?”

Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. “Serial killers? Really?”

Kara shrugs—aiming for casual—and really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly she’s consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. “Like you said,” she says, “I don’t know your family.”

And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. “They’re not,” she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, “serial killers.”

“That you know of,” Kara points out, and Lena’s cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, “So, now that we have covered the whole you’re not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!”

“You didn’t have to,” Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. “What I meant to say is, I really don’t need you to keep cooking for me. I’m fine.”

“Well what if I want to cook for you?” Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. “We don’t have to be friends, if it terrifies you that much—”

“It does not terrify me—”

“—but we can be friendly,” Kara offers, and it’s a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. “If you want.”

Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. “If you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,” she says, “your delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.” And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means they’re on their way to being friendly, if anything.

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

it's time for a theory... a game theory

This is Vill-V. Vill-V is a genius engineer with a taste for showing off, eight personalities running around her brain and taking turns on their body, and probably a prosthetic/assistive device on her right arm.

"Excuse me, what? Sure, it's kind of a weird asymmetrical design but a prosthetic? Where'd that come from?" do I hear you say. A natural reaction. BUT I have decent evidence! (I will include both a fan tl and the official since... well, official tl isn't the best most of the time)

Excerpts from Remnants, Vill-V's 10th recollection:

fan tl: She doesn't look much better than the weapons discarded on the road, with scars big and small all over her body. Her arm was probably fractured, bending at a weird angle.

official: She didn’t look any better than all of the randomly discarded machinery seen on the way here: Her body was mutilated by scarring, and her clearly-broken arm was bent at an unholy angle.

This is the first part. Among other injuries, it states that her arm was fucked up. Pretty straightforward.

fan tl: "Let's just drag her back like this. Worse case we just need to replace the broken gears with prosthetics. " "You sure give people trouble, even when you are unconscious and dying."

fan tl 2: "(...)at the very worst, we could replace her non-functional parts with a prosthetic."

official: “I’ll drag you back like this. The broken parts can be salvaged for prostheses.” “Even in death, you’re still a pain in the ass.”

(Note the official seemingly changed Mobius's cold tone in favor of a ruder one, and also missed THE MEANING OF THE SENTENCE. but I admit Mobius saying "pain in the ass" to a dying person is funny. That said, it shouldn't be even in death since she's not dead yet... sigh.)

Mobius mentions, specifically, that Vill might need a prosthetic. "They're super advanced, can't they just heal her arm?" Well! CE actually has more advanced healing than PE did because of Otto's research (In the HoS arc, it was noted that the healing pod Hua was in was much more advanced than what PE was capable of). So it's entirely possible that, while the robotics and such were capable of providing a prosthetic, healing this kind of injury was still beyond their skill.

Of course, it doesn't confirm that she has a prosthetic. It only points us towards this specific possibility.

Character Design

Now, I want you to observe her ER sprite, which shows the underside of her arm:

this one's the sprite shown during stream sorry for the frying

There are two rings tightened around her forearm, with strings coming out of the elbow one and passing through the wrist one. This is consistent with the CG:

The strings are clearly visible. They're linked to metal hooks around the articulations and tip of her fingers, making the strings feel like puppet strings. If it's just fashion, isn't it inconvenient? It looks like it'd get in the way, unlike regular rings. Hell, those strings look fragile. Notice how this instrument leaves the pads of her fingers free, despite carefully wrapping around her articulations. Despite the fanciness, there's an element of practicality to it.

Is she controlling something with this? Is this hand holding the puppet strings? I don't think so. Mobius can control her tentacle suitcase without such a thing, and we're never shown Vill using her right hand to control anything, nor even calling attention to it. (EDIT: except the lights in her introductory PV, but that's probably just her being extra as usual and using her finger snap as a signal.) Rather, I'm leaning towards this contraption helping her move her hand (though it's stylized compared to irl, because anime-style game).

I'm going to avoid directly posting pictures of real life practical finger prosthetics (here's an example) but I do find some similarities in design, the less "realistic" of them follow the pattern of ring at the wrist -> ring just before the finger articulation -> tip of finger. I couldn't tell you whether Vill's still got her arm and is using an assistive device, like Bronya did with her legs, or if she's an amputee puppetting a prosthetic, but I do find the former more likely since her arm was broken rather than destroyed in that recollection. Unless she had a necrosis problem, amputation would've probably been unnecessary.

Additionally, her in-progress design (showed during a stream) featured extra arms rather than floating disks.

Theme

Vill-V's remembrance vessel is called "The Fool's". She is a reckless inventor, and her creations have blown up in her face despite her habit of leaving backdoors for those occasions. It's not too surprising that she'd have injuries from her experiments.... but "well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions" is not the only clue making me think this is a direction they picked for her character.

Here's the description of the item that's unlocked along with the 10th recollection those excerpts above are from:

Falling in Past Light (Obtained by upgrading Fool’s Memory to lv11)

A broken pocket watch. It looks to have been restored. First the minute hand broke in two, but was quickly replaced. Then the casing broke, cracked as though it were struck by something. But it was soon fixed and given a protective golden case. Then the movement went. Perhaps it was left near a magnet or jostled around too often… so the watch couldn’t tell the time correctly anymore. And so… it was fixed with a brand new movement. This pocket watch went on to break many more times, and be fixed many more times. Until one day, the person making repairs suddenly had a thought. This watch… what did it look like before I first repaired it. Afterward, no one went on to repair it again. — Who are you?... Who am I?

And this is part of the conversation that unlocks both of those:

(...) Vill-V: Oh! Speaking of which, you can have this! Mei: This is a… pocket watch? Vill-V: Yeah, it’s the first thing I fixed when studying mechanics. Vill-V: I wasn’t in the MOTHs. I was even more naive than you are. Vill-V: I believed I could understand anything I wanted to. I believed the entire world functioned like this watch - no matter what went wrong, there was always a fix. Mei: Like the others, you hardly ever bring up your pre-MOTHs days, Vill-V. Vill-V: It’s not the same. They don’t because their past is too dark. I don’t because there’s nothing to mine. Vill-V: I was nothing more than an ordinary student. Mei: A student who can fight the MOTHs alone is no ordinary student. Vill-V: What can I say? I got lucky and had a great tutor - The second-to-none kind. Mei: What happened? You sound like you don’t believe in 'anything can be fixed' anymore. Vill-V: Later… I saw a powdered pocket watch… it was literally shattered to powder.

The fact that she cannot fix everything, that she can't make anything just like it was before, has become key to her— and whether this is an assistive device or an actual prosthetic like Mobius suggests, it blends in with the rest of her, it's a part of her. Sure, she seems to have a full range of motion thanks to her and her civilization's advanced knowledge in robotics, but even with these repairs the "clock", her arm, isn't how it was before. Sometimes what's broken can't be fixed like new. Even if you try, it won't be the same. And that's okay. That's just part of life, and she's accepted it. Though she has additional reasons for it, she tells Mei not being omniscient is what makes us human. Not being able to fix everything is part of the human experience, as opposed to some kind of god's. She could've tried to fix her arm more, I'm sure of it. Otto would've probably have been capable of it, and she was a genius after all. But...

She flew too close to the sun, recklessly tried to fight the 11th Herrscher, created nukes and accidentally sealed Humanity's fate, she paid the price of the fool, and came to this realization— some things can't be fixed anew, and are better off left alone, lest they lose their soul trying to reach an ideal state of perfection. Better do with what you can. Better create a way for humanity to survive than another weapon...

So what better way to express this than through the character's own body and design— a prosthetic that blends with the rest of her?

Conclusion

Of course, this isn't confirmed, but I like disability rep. You can already see Vill-V as a disabled person because she functions as a system (and while trauma isn't the direct cause of this state of being like irl DID would be, it wouldn't be the first time Mantis Surgery causes a power that doubles as a disability) but there's decently strong evidence that she's got a physical disability as well.

I like disability rep. I think it's neat.

[danaty-consolation]

Hello, do you truly agree that they're (Ranma, Inuyasha, Akane and Kagome are) the victims of Rumiko Takahashi's bad writing? I truly do.

Ok I am literally so mad because I was writing a full analysis with images of the manga and then Tumblr glitched and I lost 2 hours of work. So I will keep it simple:

I don't agree.

First Ranma:

This boy is rude, arrogant and even an asshole sometimes. The anime softens him up because he is way ruder to Akane verbally in the manga because he was raised by Genma Saotome, one of the worst dads ever and it makes sense that he is like that because he didn't know any better. He is full of himself but that is also a flaw since he thinks his strength and good looks are the only things that make his worth.

He actually begins to be more open and change because of Akane, no matter how many fianceés he has, who make more problems than good for him. He only sees Akane as his true love.

Does he act like a child who likes a girl and is rude to her? Yes, because he isn't good at being honest about his feelings thanks to the person who raised him, but he begins to slowly change in the manga.

It says in the manga that he will get married to Akane when he fixes his problems, and that is realistic.

He is not a completely good person but he is a flawed human in a martial arts gag manga who is quite realistic comparing its genre.

Akane:

Akane was often treated as a boy because she liked martial arts. A upperclasman dared to all the boys in her school to fight her so they could gain the right to date her. Fighting everyday in the mornings for her freedom.

Also her father comitted her to marry a boy who she doesn't know.

I can see why she says that she doesn't like men.

Being the only decent one Doctor Tofu and she fell in love with him, but we know that he is in love with her sister.

Her mother died when she was super young so she doesn't have a proper mother figure. Kasumi can be one but Akane must not want to make it more difficult for her sister who already does more in her house since her mother absence and when she tries to help it always goes wrong.

She can't cook, she is insecure thanks to Ranma and his fianceés (both in romantic and in her martial arts)

She has to get used to Ranma who is quite rude and always fights with him.

But even with all that, she shines because of her kindness and reassurance. She always helps Ranma and is the most open of the two in showing her feelings.

She doesn't manipulate him and she loves him with all his flaws, she isn't perfect and that's understandable because she is in high school.

People change and grow. Having so much chaos in her life and she still tries to help and protect the people she loves, even with her life at cost.

She is a flawed but good character.

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha didn't trust anyone after being faced with racism and discrimination of being a half-breed on both sides. He began to trust one person and "that person attacked him".

With that background is understandable why he is rude and hurtful at first with Kagome, humans hated him and attacked him.

Kagome is the one that shows him true kindness as we have seen in the manga. The level of their trust is amazing since he doesn't antagonize her as he did with kikyo when she attacks him.

One of his flaws is not talking with Kagome about the grief and culpability he feels about Kikyo. He feels guilty about his grief, confusing his feelings towards her and hurting Kagome.

Another one is his jealousness but is understandable since the one guy who actually makes him super protective about her abducted her once and claimed to be his against her will.

He isn't perfect but he tries to be better.

Kagome:

Her kindness and bravery is a things to be told. Did she asked to be the reincarnation of Kikyo? Nop but she still followed her mission to gain all the shards of the Shikon no Tama, trust a person who was rude to her and compare her with her past life.

She is the first to defend the weakest ones and stop Inuyasha from doing something terrible or stupid with the collar.

She is a strong girl that doesn't let Inuyasha get the best of her and fights back. When she acts irrationally she is the first one to see her errors and tries to be better.

Her only flaw is her jealousness and that is Inuyasha's fault for not trusting her and going the first times in secret to meet Kikyo when Kikyo tried to stray up kill her once and to take Inuyasha with her, not caring about anything else.

She has the right to be insecure and even if Inuyasha tells her later about his talks with Kikyo she still distrusts him a bit.

She is a girl that does her best in school and in fighting demons in the Sengoku.

She has flaws, common of a high school girl and that makes her more appealing.

[blue-knightshade]

Yos Thank you for the juice, its much appreciated

Without further ado-

Wild and Four were out fishing in the pond in Ordon Village, Twilight’s home town. He had suggested for the two of them go and get some food for dinner, as it wasn’t harvest season yet, and the food was sparser than usual. It was really only a one person job, but Four was more or less there to keep Wild from doing anything crazy. Twilight knew Wild was capable and to be trusted, but after what happened last time they went fishing . . . He didn’t want him to put on a scene in front of the whole village. That would look bad on him, and he didn’t want to have to deal with that at the moment.

”So, have you ever even used a fishing rod before?” Four asked, getting the bait ready for the him and Wild. They were seated on the grass next to the pond with their fishing supplies.

”No?” Wild said slowly. “To be honest, I’ve never even heard of one before I met you guys.”

Maybe they just don’t exist in Wild’s Hyrule, Four speculated. But how would anyone get fish? Surely not everyone used the same technique that Wild did. Whatever, he thought. His world is a post-apocalyptic ruin. There must have been other methods at some point.

Perhaps Four was overthinking. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll show you how to use one right now.” He handed Wild his rod.

Wild took the rod and eyed it curiously. “It sure seems like a much more convenient way of getting it done.”

”It is,” Four said. “Here, watch what I do.” He cast his fishing rod onto the crystal blue water and waited, until he eventually hoisted a Greengill up from under the water, and they both watched it flail around on the end of the rod. Four looked at Wild, and said, “You think you can do that?”

”Seems easy enough,” Wild said with uncertainty. He picked up his rod and mimicked Four’s actions, whipping the lure into the water. He didn’t pull his gaze from it. “So I just wait?”

“Yup,“ Four replied, keeping an eye on the lure as well. “When you feel something tugging at it, start pulling.”

Wild nodded, gripping the fishing rod with both hands, as if he were about to pull out a sea monster from the small pond. The lure went under, and Wild let out a yelp as he started pulling with his entire weight. Four simply watched in amusement, as there was nothing else for him to really do. “Just keep pulling, and you’ll have it,” He said, chuckling a bit.

As Wild finally pulled another Greengill out of the water, a striped cat leapt up and caught it in its sharp teeth. Wild dropped the rod as if it had bit him, and let out a disgruntled yell.

”Oi!” He yelled half angry and half shocked, as he eyed the creature sitting about three meters away from him, gnawing on his catch. He pointed an accusing finger at the feline. “What is Hylia’s name is that thing?!”

Four thought he was joking for a moment, until he realized Wild was serious. “You don’t know what a cat is?” He asked, bemused. “Do you really not have cats in your Hyrule either?”

”No!” Wild said, with his eye on the kitty, as if it was a monster. He gave it a particularly nasty look as he said, “I’ve never seen anything like it! It’s like a dog, but smaller, and ruder!”

Four couldn’t help but laugh. Wild certainly had a way with words. “It’s not gonna hurt you, Champion,” He said, still chuckling.

“Well look at the thing!“ Wild replied, making a dramatic gesture toward the cat. ”You can’t blame me for thinking it.” He let out a sigh, and ran his hand through his hair as he went silent for a moment in thought. “Well, looks like we found our dinner.”

“Wild, no.” Four said hastily, snapping out of his fit of laughter. “That’s someone‘s pet, cats are not for eating!”

“Hmph,” Wild grunted unhappily as he got up off the ground. “That was our dinner that it’s eating, the filthy thing.”

Four found it quite amusing seeing Wild so heated up over the situation. Normally Wild would just laugh and get back to whatever it was he was doing. The frustration was comical. “We can just catch another one, Wild. It’ll be alright.”

The pair kept fishing for the next hour or so, with neither of them being ambushed by a cat again. They returned to Twilight’s house with a nice basketful of fish, mostly Greengills, and over supper Four told the rest of the group about the kitty incident earlier that day, which Twilight found greatly amusing. Wild rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit, too embarrassed to press the subject any further. That didn’t stop him from cursing the cat under his breath, though. He didn’t take kindly to these new creatures.