#i wanted to know what he'd look like with the expressions he's technically capable of with his memories intact

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Completely normal Yuma sprite sheet.

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Water and Rock

Interlude

Pairing: Obi Wan × FemReader

Warnings: None

Length: 1K (A Short Preview)

Spoilers below the cut...

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I wanted to show some appreciation for everyone who's been so kindly and patiently waiting for chapter ten, so here's an (early) WIP Wednesday bit.

This chapter is longer than the others, and I'm admittedly less comfortable with the technical aspects of spacey things so I'm very, very grateful people have been so nice about the long wait while I edit down 9K words, which I initially thought of splitting into two chapters, but eventually realized flows better as one.

I hope to have it posted very soon (this week-ish) and in the meantime, I'd like to share the first 1K in gratitude for those who have stuck through the wait.

Thank you again!

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Several years ago, in the gardens of the Jedi temple on Coruscant...

"Please, Master. Be honest."

His eyes seem to snap back into focus when the tone of your voice goes up at the end of the question. He'd been looking at you, you realize, and you don't know for how long. The way he resets his posture before answering, he'd almost seemed... uncomfortable? On edge? You can't quite place it. Perhaps, you think, he senses your uncertainty. Your weakness.

With each second that passes before he responds, your anxiety increases. He shifts on the bench, sliding his gaze to the foliage in front of him, a whisper of a smile on his face.

"Often I am told," he says softly, "that these final days before one's padawan completes the trials are celebratory. Peaceful and reflective..."

You widen your eyes a bit and tilt your head, expectant - knowing he's feeling the tension of you staring at him without needing to look in your direction. But he does, eventually, turn to face you, dropping the act of the put-upon master.

"The council believes you are ready. They would not have asked you otherwise."

"That's not what I asked."

He holds your gaze. "I know you will pass. I have every confidence in your abilities."

You break eye contact. "Thank you. But that's not exactly what I asked, either."

He gives you a wry look. "Then perhaps you could clarify precisely what question I'm answering?"

You're tugging a loose thread at the end of your sleeve, hands in your lap. "Do you truly believe I'm ready?"

He doesn't answer right away. Your fingers still, stopping their fidgeting when you force yourself to look at him again. "Is it not normally the master who approaches the council when a padawan is ready for the trials? Isn't it unusual for the council to make a request like this?"

His brows raise in acknowledgement, and he nods slightly. "It is indeed unusual. But these are unusual times. And you possess a unique gift. The council does not make these decisions lightly."

"You still haven't answered my question."

The corners of his bearded mouth tip up into a melancholy smile. "Whether I believe you will pass or that you are ready may be two different questions, but my answer changes nothing. As Jedi, we have a responsibility to protect life and serve the Republic. You have been called upon, and if you are capable, you must answer." His expression becomes more sincere. "And you are capable."

You try to mirror his smile, but your stomach is upside down. "I understand."

You watch another pair of Jedi as they stroll through the greenery in the distance, seeming to take much more pleasure in their surroundings than you presently are. Silence hangs between the two of you, and it's a kind of silence that's never been there before. You're on the precipice of something, and it's not just the trials. Something about him in this moment is different. It's in the way he's looking at you; the way he hesitates before answering. He's not just thoughtful, or pensive. It's something else.

But then, something has changed in you, too - ever since the council shared those fated words.

You venture another question, your voice even quieter this time.

"Once I'm... no longer your padawan," you begin haltingly, "is it still permitted for me to seek your guidance, if I need it?"

As you tense your shoulders in anticipation of his answer, he just offers another smile. "You have my guidance whenever you are in need of it."

His words might have brought you comfort, if he'd left it at that. But he goes on.

"Even if I were to fall in battle tomorrow, the lessons I have passed on will always remain, as a part of you." He places a hand very gently at the side of your shoulder. "The teachings of generations of Jedi are within you. You need only ask for guidance, and you shall always have it."

He's rarely this affectionate, and it forces the rest of your words to stay wrapped up tightly inside you. It seems ungrateful, now, to ask whether you can still bother him for tea and meditation.

You bite back the question you'd really wanted to ask - the one that had been on your mind ever since your first discussion of the trials: Would you still be a team, even when things were different?

You pull your mouth into a tight smile that lacks the proper strength. All you can do now is nod.

Then, you do as he's always instructed - as you always have - and reach out into the force, releasing your feelings.

"Thank you, Master. You're right. I am ready."

--

Several years later, approaching the Separatist outpost on Asar-2...

"Are you alright?" Obi Wan asks after your second sigh permeates the silence in the cockpit.

The closer you get, the more reality is setting in, and you're struggling to hide it. Your initial thought is to lie, but it occurs to you that you're both in too far at this point to turn back. You tell the truth.

"I'm nervous."

A beat passes. He flips a couple of switches and you can't be sure whether he's silent in response to your answer, or just because he's concentrating on flying the ship. You squirm, just slightly, but enough for Obi Wan's muscles to stiffen. Yet again you have to remind yourself to stay still, and more words tumble out of you.

"The time pressure, and what's at stake... If we don't..."

"Commander," he interrupts you softly. "You have made your decision. Now you must be at peace with it."

This silences you. He's correct, as he usually is. And after this morning's heated discussion regarding your part in the mission, you can't have expected him to comfort you.

But he does anyway.

"There is no emotion; there is peace," he reminds you, his voice decidedly calm and even.

All at once, everything - the noise in your head, your buzzing nerves, the tense air that surrounds you - all of it begins to fade. The familiar mantra leaves your lips in answer to him. "There is no ignorance; there is knowledge..."

You finish the lines, and he helps you, murmuring the words just behind yours, as he moves a gloved hand here and there to keep the ship on course.

"There is no death," you complete the last line slowly. "Only the force."

There is no death...

"We'll be landing in a moment. Remember, we approach from the West - landing South and coming over that ridge, there." He gestures through the windshield and your eyes follow. "You'll need to deactivate the lateral thrusters for me. I can't reach them with you sitting like this."

He points again, to a switch just above your knee. You lean forward. "Alright. Just tell me when."

His breath is shortened, his voice strained when he answers. "Thirty more seconds."

...

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[a-sin-to-be-rin]

Coffee of Unspecified Size for Peter Parker

******SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS AHEAD*******

Michelle doesn’t know the guy who comes to the donut shop every day with a sad puppy expression and crumpled dollar bills. Well, she does know him. He’s the guy who comes to the donut shop every day with a sad puppy expression and crumpled dollar bills. But today, he might be a little bit more than that.

Post-No Way Home

---

MJ scanned the tray of glazed donuts, searching for the best looking of the bunch. Glazed was Ned's favorite, but the morning crew was also notorious for botching the glazed donuts. MJ wasn't sure how one of the simplest donuts got ruined so frequently, but her coworkers always found a way. Last week, they'd been fried until they resembled (and tasted like) spare tires. Last Tuesday, the glaze had melted off and solidified onto the wax paper. And yesterday, MJ had found a tooth (a real, human tooth) among the donuts. She didn't even want to know how that got there. All she knew was that she had to be extra careful when grabbing Ned's breakfast.

The donut in the uppermost corner of the tray seemed safest. The color was right, the glaze was intact, and MJ couldn't see any teeth upon closer inspection. She plated it and slid it across the counter to her best friend.

"No teeth today," she announced triumphantly, but it only made Ned shudder.

"Don't even joke about that," he scolded, spinning the plate slowly so he could inspect the donut from all sides.

MJ shrugged. "Yeah, whatev-" She cut herself off suddenly. Call it what you will - hypervigilance, paranoia, reasonable concern - but MJ thought she had a sixth sense for knowing when she was being watched.

And if there was one thing Michelle Jones-not-Watson didn't like, it was people watching her.

MJ scrunched her eyes shut and pressed her lips together in frustration, because she was almost certain of who was staring at her. She dared a peek, and sure enough, there was Peter Parker, standing at the register once again, brown eyes boring into the back of her skull. He immediately looked down as he saw her turn towards him.

Ned raised an eyebrow before following her gaze and sighing. "Him again?" he whispered.

MJ rolled her eyes, returning Peter Parker's awkward wave with a halfhearted flick of the wrist. "Are you really surprised at this point?" she muttered under her breath.

Ned just shook his head. "Do you… want me to tell him to back off? Or something?"

MJ appreciated the offer. She really did. But Ned was about as intimidating as a day-old puppy. They both knew MJ was more than capable of taking care of herself, but it was nice that he offered, even if the offer was the result of centuries of patriarchal influence.

"I got it."

On the clock, MJ had no choice but to walk over to the register and address Peter. "What can I get you?"

Peter stared at her. He was practically gaping, and honestly, MJ felt a bit embarrassed for him. Clearly, the guy was severely lacking in social skills.

After too long of a pause (as usual), Peter ordered a coffee (also per the norm). His voice cracked on the first word (as it always did), and he failed to indicate the size or roast of the coffee (just as she had come to expect).

MJ didn't mind that part so much. She knew she was technically supposed to ask about those sorts of details, but she honestly didn't want to go through the hassle. Particularly with Peter, MJ had begun to experiment. Some days she'd give him a small cup of the house blend. Other days, she'd opt for an extra-large blonde roast. But no matter what size or brew she gave him, Peter didn't seem to notice.

Or care, at the very least.

He'd always pay without question, even if she charged him for extra things like whipped cream or caramel syrup. It didn't seem to make a difference to him. He was just glad to pay.

And for someone with a jacket too thin for a New York winter, it seemed odd that Peter didn't mind paying extra.

But that didn't really matter. Who was Peter Parker anyway? The sad dude who would sit by himself and flip through GED practice books? The loner who always introduced himself with his first and last name?

It didn't matter. MJ didn't really care. He was just another customer.

She poured him a medium roast and secured the lid on the cup.

"$2.40," she announced simply, handing Peter the drink.

As always, he tried to strike up a conversation as he fumbled in his pockets for spare change. Today it was about the Rockefeller Christmas tree.

"- seems bigger than last year. Which, I dunno, seems impossible, but I can't shake the feeling, you know?"

MJ didn't know. Not really. But the poor guy seemed like a good guy, even if he was more than a bit awkward. She figured she'd humor him at the very least.

"Yeah," she agreed. "At least a few feet taller."

Peter nodded emphatically. "Yeah… yeah! My landlord thinks I'm losing it, but I'm certain it's bigger."

The odd detail made MJ pause.

He's discussed this with his landlord? Doesn't he have any friends? she wondered. 

But the question answered itself. Peter Parker was so odd - from the way he carried himself to the strange things he'd mention offhand - that there were likely very few people who enjoyed his company. It was a rude thing to say, but that's why she didn't say it. She only thought it, and that wasn't nearly as mean, even if she did feel a bit guilty for the thought.

Change clattering in the tip jar shook MJ from her thoughts. Peter was holding out a few wrinkled bills, patiently waiting for her to take them.

MJ offered an apologetic half-smile, accepting the money and beginning to count out his change.

"Something on your mind?" Peter asked, and the question threw MJ for a loop. He was usually so stilted and tentative in his delivery, but this time, he spoke with such genuine concern that she thought Ned had asked her from down the counter.

But he had not. He was swiping through his phone, eyes trained on the screen.

MJ glanced up at Peter, who was still looking at her, eyes warm with compassion.

“For me, MJ, please just take this.”

The voice was pleading. MJ would have looked for the source of the voice if she didn’t already recognize it. If she didn’t know that it wasn’t real. It was all in her head.

The voice from her nightmares.

MJ’s heart missed a beat, and she quickly dropped Peter's change in his hand.

"Nope!" she assured him, breaking eye contact and hurrying away. "This mind is completely empty. No thoughts. Have a good day, Peter."

Rather than sweep the floor or clean off the tables or any number of tasks that she was supposed to do, MJ went straight to the walk-in freezer. The hair on her arms rose immediately, struggling to fight off the chill, but she didn't care. It was the best place to get away.

And she needed to get away. Her eyes were watering now, little tears leaking down her face. She swiped at them with her sleeve and sat on an overturned milk crate.

MJ didn't know what was wrong. She didn't know why her heart was pounding or why her nose was running. All she knew was that it was weird and oddly vulnerable of her. She didn't cry in public. Especially not over something as silly as… nothing.

She was crying over nothing, and it was weird.

MJ closed her eyes, trying to ignore how bad the frigid air made her chest hurt. Her thoughts were swirling, and she needed to either sort them out or tamp them down.

"Something on your mind?" he had asked. His concern was raw and genuine, like if she was upset in the slightest, he'd move Heaven and Earth to make it better.

But she wasn't upset.

… or she hadn't been until he asked.

"I've only had one week where my life felt normal. That was when you found out."

MJ couldn't place the voice, couldn't place the words in her head. The context was missing, and the origin was muddied. She didn't know where the words came from. Before now, she'd only heard those words in nightmares.

Nightmares, not because the dreams were scary, but because she always woke up from them feeling uneasy and a bit nauseous.

And now she was hearing them during the day.

Brilliant, Michelle, she scolded herself. You're losing it.

"I've been trying to find your friend since I got here. He needs my help."

This voice was different. Brighter and a bit smoother. But it was still coming straight from MJ's head. She knew it wasn't real, but she could almost swear she was hearing it with her ears, not her mind.

She pressed her palms to her forehead, slowing her breathing. Whatever was going on, there was an explanation for it. She was simply remembering old dreams. Dreams that were probably borne from falling asleep with the TV on. Of unfamiliar actors speaking their lines directly into her nightmares.

… yeah. That was it.

MJ wiped at the last remnants of her tears before rising to her feet and returning to her job. She was okay. There was no other option.

---

Peter felt bad. He really did. He was going at this all wrong, and he knew it.

"Something on your mind?" Peter replayed the moment in his head bitterly, watching MJ's face fall as she shoved the change into his hand and rushed off.

It made Peter want to pull his hair out. Why was he so stupid?? He knew he shouldn't even be here. He should be as far away from MJ and Ned as possible. He shouldn't be pulling them back into the messy, dangerous world of Spider-Man. Even if he kept quiet about his identity, even if he never really sought out his friends, he was still putting them in danger.

Spider-Man - Peter - was a curse, and MJ and Ned had already suffered from that curse once before. He couldn't endanger them again. He ruined everything he touched. Everyone he loved died. He couldn't, couldn't, couldn't put them through that again. Not ever.

So why was he here?? Why did he come to the donut shop every day??

To make sure his friends were okay? To see if maybe they still sort of remembered him? To get a cup of lackluster coffee?

Peter dropped his head to the table, hands braced behind his neck. He needed to get a grip. He was never going to get his old life back, and he needed to accept that.

"Peter? Peter Parker?"

The teen sat up only to see Ned Leeds (his best friend… sorta) sliding into the opposite side of his booth. He felt pangs of fear and elation strike him in the chest. Peter tried to speak, but his breath caught in his throat. Ned had never approached him before. In fact, neither of his friends had ever initiated contact before. It was always Peter on the outside, begging for them to remember. To let him in.

"What did you say to her?"

Peter blinked, trying to process the accusation in Ned's tone. "I… I just asked her how she was doing."

His best friend (former best friend, Peter, your former best friend) didn't look convinced.

"Look, I don't know what your deal is, but you gotta leave her alone. She isn't interested."

Again, Peter was struck dumb, unable to find the appropriate words. Apparently, he was giving off major creeper vibes, and that hadn't been his intention. Not in the slightest.

"I… I'm sorry, I…" he fumbled.

"Yeah," Ned agreed, something akin to surprise lighting his face. Like he was amazed that he'd scared Peter to speechlessness. But Ned quickly composed himself, clearing his throat. "Um, yeah. You better be. Leave her alone."

Peter shook his head. "I never meant to…" How could he explain it? He barely understood it himself!

"...I just… don't have a lot of friends," he tried. "I didn't mean to freak anyone out. I just… I'm just trying to survive, man."

Peter hadn't meant to sound so desperate. Or pathetic. But that was how it came out. Desperate and pathetic. Just a desperate, pathetic guy who was desperately, pathetically (and accidentally) hitting on a donut shop employee in his desperate, pathetic search for friendship.

Old friendship, but Peter couldn't say that. Not without endangering them again. In fact, this conversation was borderline dangerous. And all because Peter was too selfish to stay away.

"I'm sorry," Ned apologized, expression softening. "I hope you find some friends."

The words were sympathetic, but they stung like knives.

Sorry you're a loser, Peter, but I can't help you.

Peter knew that Ned wasn't trying to be rude. How could he possibly know that he was? For all he knew, he was talking to a stranger who started hitting on his friend. Honestly, from Ned's perspective, Ned was acting more than fairly. He was being generous.

But it didn't make his words hurt any less.

"Yeah," Peter agreed, taking a sip of his coffee to hide the watering of his eyes. "Thanks."

Ned rose from the booth and hesitated, like he was going to say something else. But then, instead, he offered a brief wave in dismissal and returned to his seat at the counter. Peter watched him go, barely able to look away.

But Ned was right. It was getting creepy.

Peter forced himself to look down at his hands instead.

There had to be something he could do. And if he was going to do it, he had to do it soon. In less than a year, MJ and Ned would be off to MIT, leaving Peter back in New York.

Completely alone.

Maybe that was why he came to the coffee shop so often. MJ and Ned really were the last of his family. Aunt May, Uncle Ben, Tony - they were gone. No parents to speak of. No guardian of any kind. Just him and a couple of best friends who didn’t realize they were his best friends. And also they hated him and had zero interest in talking to him.

What a trade-off. Peter wondered if maybe he’d been better off just… just never asking for the spell in the first place.

He took another sip of coffee, letting it burn his throat the whole way down. He’d made mistakes before, but never like this. Never on this level.

If only… If only Peter had forgotten himself too. Maybe… maybe he could deal with that. At least then he wouldn’t miss his friends so much. At least then no one would be left to mourn the loss of Peter Parker.

[ragsy]

👁️🌊⚠️🌧️💭⚡️ for Sloane, Mark, and if you want, Everett

👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?

Sloane: She's tall and beefy and has a naturally scowling resting face, so people tend to be really intimidated by her at first. She IS kinda scary and extremely direct when she's in Business Mode, but when she relaxes, she's got a sharp-eyed, witty charm about her.

Mark: He seems to give off trustworthy vibes, which is technically true, he's not going to rob or attack anyone, but the flip side to that is he has trouble trusting anyone else, including himself. 

Everett: if it looks like a con man, quacks like a con man...

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Sloane: She's actually deeply in love with Diane Fishwoman (they are also business partners and friends with benefits), but neither of them are physically capable of admitting any sort of emotional vulnerability.

Mark: oh, well, he's had the ability to express desire mostly beaten out of him, so all of them are secret. 🤷

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

Sloane: DOES NOT HAPPILY OBEY TRAFFIC LAWS

Mark: FRAGILE

Everett: THIS MAN IS A PROFESSIONAL TWITCH STREAMER AND LITERAL DEMON FROM HELL

🌨️ - If this oc had a day free from all their responsibilities, how would they spend it?

Sloane: She'd spend a good chunk of it still dealing with things pertaining to her responsibilities, like cleaning her gun and maintaining her car and restocking her emergency supplies, but the rest of it would be spent sitting on the back stoop of her building, staring off into space with a pack of cigarettes and a cold drink.

Mark: Ideally: At the house of a close friend, just... hanging out. Sitting on their couch while the friend plays video games or watches a movie, helping them with housework, chopping vegetables for dinner, staying up way too late just existing. Realistically though, since he doesn't really have any close friends anymore, he'd enjoy a nice hike through a state park or a nature preserve or something like that.

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

Sloane: She says she's fine (who even is, though??) but she has some ptsd from her history of being paid to put herself in harm's way that she self-medicates. 

Mark: lol. Lmao. (Somebody PLEASE get this man a therapist and some very strong medication) 

⚡ - Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?

Sloane: Not a lot gets to her, but mold and mildew really does. She also can't eat peaches because the fuzzy texture reminds her too much of mold

Mark: Pushing aside his long list of traumatic fears that seem irrational on the surface if you don't know the context, he's got, at the bottom of the list, a deep fear of mascot characters. Mall santas, barney the dinosaur, disneyworld walkaround characters... Hates them with a burning passion. Which is a shame because he would be ADORED at furry cons!!! Mark you don't understand what you're missing!!!

[opheliajupiter99]

Scarlet Snowfall (Juu Flashback)

*High up upon a mountain, a small village lay mostly isolated. They had trade, and they allowed letters to the outside and other such things, but in terms of the people themselves, they were tight knit and kept themselves, some would say a bit too picky on how each one of them behaved*

*It was the kind of place where technically speaking, nothing was keeping anyone from leaving, but a strict sense of tradition and cultural attitudes made one feel almost guilted for wanting to leave. As such, a young Tabaxi woman, Mrs. Kageyama, and her husband had lived in the village all their lives*

*Most of their lives had been content and perfectly pleasant, not feeling the effects of their culture's strict views - that is, until the birth of their son Juu. Juu, from the moment he progressed past babyhood, proved to be extremely violent by nature, clawing, biting, and yowling, especially at strangers*

*Despite this, Mrs. Kageyama, as she went down the small path from her home towards the nearby forest, where she'd seen Juu run towards, found herself left angry at her son's actions, and angrier at the village itself. That is because she had seen, first-hand, that her son was capable of being calm, in his own odd way, much less prone to outbursts when he was around her and his father*

*She knew for certain that the village's insistence on him doing things like going to school, speaking, and making friends were only making him worse. And even with the state she was soon to find her son in, she would stand firmly to that thought*

(Gore and death warning below. I'll leave most to the imagination but still, you guys probably know by now I can get pretty gnarly lol)

*Her pace slowed as she heard the sounds of flesh tearing and squelching, until finally she came to a small clearing in the depths of the woods, her eyes widening*

*There, in the center of said clearing, was her dearest son Juu, only six years of age, sat before a small, mangled corpse, blood completely soaking the area, drenching the young boy, and the turning the fallen snow around him a bright scarlet*

"Juu?" *She said, the boy's ear flicking as he turned his head to look at her, the lower portion of his face splattered with blood, chewing on a mouthful of flesh as he stared at her with wide, curious eyes. She blinked rapidly, looking around the gore-ridden scene. The corpse he was feasting from was so savaged, she could hardly even recognize what it once was - though shredded fragments of a kimono strewn about confirmed her worst fears*

*She just...stood there for a moment, trying to process what she had seen and what to do next. Juu's happy expression slowly melted into one of innocent concern, genuinely not understanding why his mother was so upset, and stood up, moving over to her and giving her a hug, staining her own kimono with blood as well*

*She stared down at him for a moment, eyes still wide with shock - before with a soft sigh, she knelt down and hugged him in return. This would be different, she thought to herself, if there was malice; if she felt like he was doing these things out of hatred or cruelty, and she admitted it was easy to write all of these actions off as such. But those innocent looks in his eyes...she knew he considered all of this as normal as breathing, it's why he appeared so confused when the sight made her distraught*

*She knew perfectly well what would happen if the village knew what he'd done upon this day. They already loathed him enough for the dead animals and scratches and bites towards their neighbors, and she knew they wouldn't kill him, he wasn't even ten after all - or at least, she really hoped they wouldn't. Regardless, they couldn't know...they just couldn't*

*Sometime later, around the same time Juu's father returned from a rather lengthy trip to the village market, Mrs. Kageyama and little Juu returned home, kimonos freshly cleaned, as the loving mother tended to the boy, who to his father's surprise was even calmer than usual, until bedtime came, and his mother soothingly sang him to sleep...*

*Even as the village panicked over one they were missing..*

[kerink]

you brought up such good points and it gave me a platform to yap more so sorry about that

for PTSD and survivor's guilt: i'm a psychologist and i work at the VA where PTSD and survivor's guilt are the name of the game. you'd honestly be really surprised how people can cope through and compartmentalize some of the most horrific shit imaginable.

PTSD is at its worst immediately following the event and several decades after the dust of your life has settled. i often tell people that once you hit your 40s-60s your PTSD will ramp up again, as bad if not worse than it was after the event. now this is specific to veterans, who are 18-25 typically when the event happens, and then spend their 20s-30s trying to go to school, get a job, have a family, start a home. all of this your brain perceives as "trying to survive" so it doesn't try to deal with the trauma just yet. this is also not true for everyone, it's true in most cases i've seen and it's true for my personal PTSD, but there are also some people for whom they never get a break from their trauma.

so immediately after the event, curly's going to have to be going through pretty extensive medical treatment where his primary focus is still going to be surviving in this moment. he's also going to be going through exhausting and painfully and mentally taxing physical therapy. all of this is going to enable him to compartmentalize what happened on the tulpar, since he will still technically be in a life or death situation and living with his sympathetic nervous system activated. in the game we saw how stressed curly was, how sleep deprived he was, and know he was hallucinating too, but was still able to do his job and support his coworkers. to me this show that curly is very resilient and able to compartmentalize things well enough in order to get things done. i think the initial PTSD effects would be pushed aside, and since you only need to get over that initial hump, after awhile he'd be symptom managing instead of dealing with trauma. that distinction may not make total sense and tell me if it doesn't, but there is a difference.

now the survivor's guilt will eat him alive for sure, people don't shake that one off unless they go full avoidance mode. i think curly would be able to flip it to "i have to live for them" because he's nothing if not self-sacrificial. also, curly would blame himself for having brought jimmy along. and after seeing, hearing, and experiencing everything jimmy did to them only for jimmy to kill himself and get out of being held accountable, curly wouldn't want to take that "coward's way out." he'd want to live and heal and get better so he could face the music. he's going to take responsibility not only for what he did but also what jimmy did. their whole lives he's been shouldering the burden of Jimmy, what makes this any different?

thinking about curly's prosthetics and what physical supports he'll have access to is a real tricky one, i agree with you. esp since we do only have limited capabilities today and we have no idea what the world looks like outside the tulpar.

i see people call the pony express scifi amazon and. yeah... i agree. but we make that comparison because we have an analog. so let's look an our analogs. we have a society where we allow amazon to have the working conditions it does. but we also have HUD glasses, controllable prosthetics, we're working on artificial organs, various forms of vocal recovery (we don't know what the damage to curly's speech system are, if he lost his tongue or if his vocal chords were damaged or if he was just in too much pain to speak), the brain chip thing you pointed out, and all sorts of other things either currently available or in the works. society continues to push to improve quality of life without addressing the systems that cause poor quality of life.

and bouncing off that statement into the next thing i wanted to talk about: we can get an idea of what curly's recovery might look like by turning to other scitfi dystopian stories. the cyberpunk and star wars series were the first ones i thought of when making this post. cyberpunk has a prosthetic and augmentation focus, while star wars (motions to darth vader). anakin skywalker also had full body burns, multiple amputations, and damage to his speaking abilities. and look at what they were able to do for him!

the tulpar has a very retro-future vibe that screams fallout to me, so i think poking around in the fallout universe for inspiration would be meaningful. sadly i dont know shit from fuck about fallout other than from monster factory lmfao

i think curly's situation is ultra complicated, which is a good thing for a fandom. it allows everyone to explore it however they want to, whatever's going to bring them catharsis. which is exactly what curly is to jimmy: something to project his own pain and suffering out on and someone too helpless to stop us taking it out on.

edit because i forgot to touch on the money bit: i think pony express would pay a lot to make this incident go away. even tho jimmy was fucking around on the psych evals, he was doing that when they were already in the middle of their mission. pony express obviously cleared him before he even got on the ship, which is going to show faults in their screening and application processes. there were also only 4 cryopods for a crew of 5, even if that's legal it's going to cause such bad PR that they're going to want to hide it. and there was only enough food and air to get them from port to port with no emergency rations, there was also no automatic SOS system in place that would keep track of the ship and alert the company to an issue. the blood is on pony express' hands, and since it's not clear if they went out of business or if they moved to fully automated shipping, either they or the insurance company responsible for them is going to have to pay up. an event this grizzly is gonna be all over the place, look at how society responded to the chilean miners, uruguayan flight 571, the titanic.

i think they're going to try to deny fault first, but once an investigation is done and the evidence comes out, they're gonna pay out the wazoo to shut curly the fuck up and make this all go away and look like sympathetic good guys taking responsibility.

look at the recent disney scandal, where they tried to get out of the death because the wife had signed up for disney+, then back-tracked when they got bad PR, but tried to say they were allowing it to go to trial because of altruistic reasons.

been thinking a lot today about post-rescue curly

a rescue team is going to want to keep him in cryo until they can figure out not only how to transport him but how to treat him. keeping him in a medically induced coma after that while he goes thru multiple surgeries. what does the medical technology look like in the future? what does his treatment and rehab look like? how easily do his skin grafts take? are his prosthetic neuro-linked and controllable? does he get a cyber eye? or is it long and hard and painful and riddled with infection and rejection and set back like it would be now? will he ever be able to vocally speak again or will he use sign language or an AAC board or other speech generating device?

did the ship's security camera keep running and recording after the crash? during the hearing will curly have to watch everything happen all over again? or did it go out like the radio and curly will have to give detailed testimony over and over and over again?

will he have to face anya and jimmy and swansea and daisuke's families during the hearing or during the settlement process? will they understand? will they hate him? will they blame him? will they comfort him? and if the cameras work and daisukes parents hear that their son was the one who was chosen to survive, but curly got his seat? will curly be able to live with knowing that?

what does his future look like? does he live off the settlement money or does he have to go back to work? does he write a book or sign over movie rights? does he get hounded by media and press wanting to parade him around all over tv and radio and newspapers and magazines? do people pressure him to do a lecture circuit? do true crime people ever leave him alone? how long is it before he's able to just go to the grocery store in peace?

what does a life for him look like?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I honestly want to imagine Leona's happy ending where he becomes a king in another kingdom. I know, im pulling a Lion Guard ending in that part. Im fine with Leona being the royal advisor or a diplomat, but in his own home where he's seen as unimportant by the people due to his position, its better that he finds a place where he is accepted and acknowledge his capability.

[Referring to this post!]

Personally, I don't think that Leona necessarily needs to become an actual king in order to feel happy and fulfilled in life.

The way I interpreted his post-OB backstory, it seems that Leona's obsession with the importance of positions (first born/second born) is more self-imposed rather than an opinion that the people around him actually expressed. If you take a look at the things the people said behind his back, the complaints they have about Leona are (from their perspective) legitimate ones (concerns about his bad behavior and terrifying power). Notice that Leona is the one saying things like "oh, if I were firstborn, they'd be praising me instead of scorning me". We have no clue if that's actually how things would be, we only believe it because Leona is the one speculating. It’s very possible that he recontextualized their comments to fit his own beliefs due to the effects of his neglect. Even when Farena tells Leona he’s smart and can help the kingdom in other ways besides being king, Leona stubbornly refuses to listen to reason and continues to fit things into his own self-imposed narrative. (We see him similarly jumping to conclusions when Crowley suggests to induct Malleus into the Hall of Fame.) This is not to justify the mistreatment that Leona endured as a child, but I think it's worthy to note this perspective.

Springboarding off of that, I feel as though a common sentiment is that Leona would be happy if and only if he is handed the title of king, but I don't think that's true. I think what Leona really wants isn't to be king, but just to be accepted and acknowledged for his work like a king is. We can see inklings of this in chapter 2 (as messy as it is), as Leona constantly makes reference to intelligence and effort paying off/being recognized. He becomes upset, even aggressive, with Crowley and with Yuu and co. when his pride is threatened, because he is so fixated on his own mindset rather than willing to hear others out. Let's also keep in mind that, in chapter 2, while Leona may be fighting for the "crown" of Magift champion, his motivation for doing so is to help Savanaclaw be seen for its efforts. Leona detests the fact that another person will just be rewarded without Leona ever being given the chance to prove himself first.

This leads me to my final point: I think it would be far more meaningful for Leona to take on a leadership position in his own country (even if it’s not “king”) rather than in a foreign one and if we’re getting really technical here, he’d be a consort prince at best in another country, he can’t just become “king” elsewhere. For one, he's probably a lot more familiar with his homeland's politics, and he needs to be there to support Farena (who doesn't seem to be a very competent leader, from the looks of things). For another, I feel this would help Leona's own growth as well. It doesn't help him as much to essentially run away from his real life problems and start somewhere else, as his childhood trauma will still follow him wherever he goes. He'll still remember being rejected by his countrymen, even if he is accepted by his new ones (as is seen with Leona and Savanaclaw), and he'd still stay bitter and resentful about it (which drives the events of chapter 2). (I believe this is also a point that Lilia makes in chapter 2, saying that even if Leona was able to defeat Malleus, he would never truly be a “king” because of his rotten heart.)

I think it'd help Leona to move on from the past if he makes an honest effort to help his kingdom and gains trust through his service to the crown. He needs to actively demonstrate his change of heart rather than sulk around and blame others for everything. The people of the Afterglow Savana can come to realize that Leona is commendable in his own right, and Leona, in turn, can learn to open up more and be accepting of others in his life.

[thejustmaiden]

Jaken = Rin's Dad?

Okay, is this how a daughter treats their so-called father?

Most definitely not.

Rin and Jaken's relationship clearly screams of your typical sibling rivalry punctuated with cute and silly moments of playful bickering.

Yes, Jaken may technically be her main provider, but that doesn't necessarily equate to him being more of a father than Sesshomaru. If anything, he demonstrates more of a brotherly love towards her. As we all know, parents (which Sesshomaru embodies more based on real life patterns and parallels) will leave their older more capable children in charge of looking after their younger brothers and sisters. In this case, that would mean making Jaken responsible for watching over Rin and protecting her if need be. Ah-Un offers protection, too. Think of it as Jaken as the big brother and Ah-Un as the family dog who are babysitting while Sesshomaru as the parent of the household is away at work or taking care of business. I mean, they literally fit that description to a tee and I'm dying at the accuracy of it all! 🤣👌

[Quick! Someone write up a modern au where Sesshomaru finally gets out to have a nice date night but everything goes wrong in the most spectacular way. Like maybe Rin and Jaken catch a ride on Ah-Un to go spy!]

I recently revisited some episodes from The Final Act, and I couldn't believe how many moments like this there were where Rin got after Jaken or when she would "put him in his place" so to speak. Obviously, all of it is mostly harmless. I was only surprised by how often it occurred, not to mention how Jaken would just stand there and take it. Towards a supposed father figure, Rin's behavior is downright unacceptable. There's a certain level of respect a child is expected to show their parents/guardians, and that's just not what I'm witnessing here between them. Like at all.

Rather their dynamic has the nature of some sibling relationships like I mentioned above. So I really wish fans would stop pretending otherwise, because based on what we know of father-daughter relationships- healthy ones at least- they don't appear anything like what Jaken and Rin have. If you could please provide me other examples of where we've seen similar portrayals in fiction or in real life, then perhaps I can get on board.

Look, that doesn't have to mean that because Jaken isn't her father then Sesshomaru must be. They can both be her caretakers without necessarily filling that traditional father role. I'm just saying that if we're going to start assigning titles to characters, let's make sure we are accurate and truthful in our assessments. If you're going to label anyone Rin's dad, then it needs to be Sesshomaru. Jaken doesn't have precedence over him in terms of fatherly attributes, that just wouldn't make sense.

After all, this isn't about what you want to see, this is about what Rin very likely sees. It's safe to assume that she views Sesshomaru more like a father than she does Jaken. She knows she's safe with him (broadly speaking lol) and that he'll come for her no matter what. That sense of security and comfort is what a child seeks and what they should always feel in a parent's presence. She trusts and even idolizes him, just as a young and innocent child tends to do with their parents. At that age, parents are perfect and could do no wrong in their child's eyes. Idk about you, but this describes perfectly how Rin is around Sesshomaru.

Rin adores him and will follow him anywhere- yes, even into danger! That's what the innocence and unconditional love of a child will bring them to do if necessary. Fortunately, at the end of The Final Act we learn Sesshomaru takes Kaede's advice when he realizes that leaving Rin with her in the village is in her best interests. That way she'd be able to lead a more normal and safer life alongside other humans. Remember, Sessrin shippers, that doesn't mean he wasn't still a part of her life and didn't witness her become a young woman over the years right before his very eyes. Therefore, if they eventually do become romantically involved, then most if not all of those gifts had intimate and seductive intentions and it essentially constitutes as child grooming.

I understand from a Sessrin shipper's point of view why it'd be so much easier to claim Jaken as the father. In doing so, they diminish Sesshomaru's role in her upbringing. By refusing to acknowledge the real role he had in helping raise Rin (short periods can be crucial and impressionable too esp. in a child's early years so yes they did assist in raising her not only Kaede), these shippers are better able to justify how their filial-like relationship evolved into a romantic one. So yeah, I get it, if I were a Sessrin shipper I'd probably do the same. It's one of the more plausible arguments available to them, after all. "Let's pin Jaken as the father to fend off antis!" is the best chance they've got, but even so, it's still not good enough. But if you insist Jaken is indeed like a father to Rin, then Sesshomaru is most certainly one too. Who says she can't have two fathers anyway?

The thing is however much you want to deny or downplay what Sesshomaru truly means to Rin and vice versa, nothing will ever change or hide the truth of the matter. Please, stop acting like they're only traveling companions and nothing more. Some of y'all even go so far as to say that they're like strangers. Knowing potentially little about a person is not equal to a lack of love and affection. Making big assumptions such as this to defend your ship is actually doing you more harm than good. Let me elaborate.

According to your reasoning, if that's all Rin ever was to him was a companion and Sesshomaru had no real attachment to her, then what precisely is the basis of your ship? Recall that Adult!Rin doesn't exist yet, thus we have no real idea what she will be like or if she's even alive. So how can you make comments like that but then go on later to say "they have such a unique and unbreakable bond" or "only Rin can be the mother because she's the only human he ever cared for" if all that time spent traveling together didn't amount to much in the first place like you claimed to believe beforehand? Do you see how your rationalizing is confusing?

Contrary to what some of you may think, I'm not just saying all this because I'm an anti and I'm obligated to disagree with you, or whatever other excuse you want to tell yourself. Believe it or not, I'm attempting to give as unbiased and objective of an analysis I can based on widely accepted interpretations of family dynamics, development, and any history we know of.

Of course I respect that at times fans will perceive things differently since that's bound to happen. What's hard for me to wrap my head around however is the unwillingness of some fans- not exclusively Sessrin shippers- to apply basic common sense and sound judgment to their observations and deductions.

Looking at all our facts, then taking the small handful of scenes Sesshomaru and Rin do share together into account, one can logically conclude that their dynamic is akin to one found in a typical parent-child relationship. If you still fail to recognize Sesshomaru as a parent to Rin, then that's fine too. In the end, that won't really change the fact that he'd still take on a role resembling an adult figure overseeing a young child's care and protection. Be it as a vassal, guardian, what have you. Plus, nobody is saying here that Sesshomaru doesn't make mistakes regarding Rin's general well-being, but so do all parents. Overall, I think the majority of us agree that Rin is in good hands. Whether it's in his direct company or in his occasional supervision from his frequent visits to the village.

In other words, it doesn't really matter what exact title you assign him in relation to Rin, as the distribution of power is all inherently the same with any and all adult-child relationships. That bond never changes once you've established it either, seeing as it's a special kind of connection one can only form with a child and a child alone.

I was a teacher for a few years, and speaking from personal experience, you don't need to be a parent, per se, to take on a role of authority in a child's life. I know without a doubt that I could never and will never view any of those kids I taught in a sexual/romantic light later down the road; yes, not even once they become grown-ups who are independent and more than capable of making their own decisions. Those of you who disagree are usually missing the whole point though, because we're not trying to dictate what Adult!Rin can and cannot do like many tend to accuse of us doing. This isn't a question of taking away from her autonomy nor does it fall under "purity culture," which is why people shouldn't continue jumping to these outrageous conclusions and really listen for a change. You're deflecting from the real issue here when you choose to misinterpret what we're saying by ignoring the problem we're actually referring to. You cannot present a valid counter-argument if you persist in twisting our words.

Bottom line: once these kids become old enough to pursue a sexual/romantic relationship, of course they have that right if they're ready. All we're trying to say is you guys ought to stop pushing forward this it's-completely-normal-to-want-to-bang-your-adoptive-dad-since-you're-an-adult-and-can-do-as-you-please agenda and not expect backlash. Ship it if you want, but please stop acting like their romance would be the epitome of a pure and healthy relationship.

Sesshomaru may not wear his heart on his sleeve, but it's foolish to presume he didn't actually care about Rin during their whole time together just because he didn't openly express his feelings until the very end. Surely everybody can comprehend that people handle and process their emotions differently. The way Sesshomaru chooses to is completely valid for the most part, so let's cut him some slack regarding this already.

What I'm trying to get at is that any child whose life you played an influential role in will always be a kid in a lot ways to you even when they're old and wrinkly. Just as they will always picture you as the loved one who guided and protected them when they were most vulnerable and couldn't always fend for themselves. Can't we relate this to children we know personally and apply it accordingly?

Finally, I want to end on this note. Could you kindly take a look at these two images below for a second?

The reason I ask is because of something I recently read that's relevant to the topic. There was this pro-sessrin tweet I saw that stated Rin trying to take care of Sesshomaru when they first met is what a mom would do for a child, which in their opinion, translates to Rin being more like a mother than a daughter if anything.

First off: are you freaking kidding me????

Seriously, so now children aren't allowed to tend to their sick or injured parents?! Parents are apparently superhuman and shouldn't be offered a helping hand from a child, even if they mean well and want to help their parent who's in pain?? Now this Twitter user was mostly being a smartass, but at the same time, it was evident they genuinely thought they offered a valid enough point that warranted no further explanation or clarification.

Secondly, by saying this Sessrin fans don't seem to realize that in actuality they're contradicting themselves and proving the point we've been trying to make all along. Glancing at the first picture and moving down to the second, the role of the one being cared for and the caretaker is reversed. So then by their own logic, Sesshomaru IS in fact like a father to Rin.

What it comes down to is the names you give to the roles these characters play aren't as crucial as the dynamic they share. The specific characteristics of that dynamic are what define the importance of said role, not so much the name in the role itself. So real father or not, Sesshomaru and Rin clearly mean a lot to each other. Close relationships are defined and solidified by the devotion and belonging they have to one another, not solely by the duration of time spent together and their proximity.

Well, that's a wrap! I hope you guys got something outta this blog, and that you enjoyed or found some portions of it interesting. I would love to hear your thoughts on the subject from this fandom, but only engage in conversation if you plan to be respectful. Thank you!

[eri-mergo]

“I think I do,” Athena countered resolutely. He seemed much more unsettled by what had happened than she had felt at any point tonight. As though the interaction he had witnessed had tipped over the first stone in a long line of dominoes which was now sprawling and creating connections into the farthest and completely unrelated corners of his mind. He seemed particularly… sensitive. An elf perhaps? “No, I’m sorry and I’m grateful for the help. But I promise, all I was doing was trying to get out of an uncomfortable situation. …And now I’ve put you into one.” “Um.. no, not really.” It wasn’t a lie. Technically it had been the first time but Athena suspected that there were more to come. Though there was no need to upset the stranger further over distant possibilities. Especially, when she considered herself capable of handling them. “Listen I don’t usually offer but if you want… I can help you unsee that.” It would’ve been taboo under different circumstances but they were among supernaturals and those aware of their existence and it wasn’t a pivotal memory she was offering to erase.

“I’m sort of programmed to love people. Or, I was. But when they act like that, it just makes it hard, you know?" Eri stared at the woman, unsure of what to do, or say to convince her to just let him worry about her instead of about himself. She looked like she knew something about him from their brief encounter. There was a stubborn tilt to her chin that told him she wasn't letting this go. Maybe this was just something she needed to do to feel normal again: to focus on him instead of herself. "I don't blame you for trying to get away from that. I found it unpleasant too. I'm glad I could help."

"You're not human?" Eri asked, and immediately felt foolish for assuming she'd been anything but. She didn't feel terribly old, which was why he'd assumed she was. But this was a festival for the supernatural to roam around and be free to express themselves. Of course she wasn't human. The sense he got of her sort of reminded him of Elijah: perhaps she was a witch.

She was offering to erase his memory of the encounter, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to let it go. After all, wasn't he meant to see humanity for what it was and love it still? “It’s kind of you to offer. But I need to live with it for now. Are you thinking of doing that to yourself? Erasing your memory?"

“I think I do,” Athena countered resolutely. He seemed much more unsettled by what had happened than she had felt at any point tonight. As though the interaction he had witnessed had tipped over the first stone in a long line of dominoes which was now sprawling and creating connections into the farthest and completely unrelated corners of his mind. He seemed particularly… sensitive. An elf perhaps? “No, I’m sorry and I’m grateful for the help. But I promise, all I was doing was trying to get out of an uncomfortable situation. …And now I’ve put you into one.” “Um.. no, not really.” It wasn’t a lie. Technically it had been the first time but Athena suspected that there were more to come. Though there was no need to upset the stranger further over distant possibilities. Especially, when she considered herself capable of handling them. “Listen I don’t usually offer but if you want… I can help you unsee that.” It would’ve been taboo under different circumstances but they were among supernaturals and those aware of their existence and it wasn’t a pivotal memory she was offering to erase.

“I’m sort of programmed to love people. Or, I was. But when they act like that, it just makes it hard, you know?" Eri stared at the woman, unsure of what to do, or say to convince her to just let him worry about her instead of about himself. She looked like she knew something about him from their brief encounter. There was a stubborn tilt to her chin that told him she wasn't letting this go. Maybe this was just something she needed to do to feel normal again: to focus on him instead of herself. "I don't blame you for trying to get away from that. I found it unpleasant too. I'm glad I could help."

"You're not human?" Eri asked, and immediately felt foolish for assuming she'd been anything but. She didn't feel terribly old, which was why he'd assumed she was. But this was a festival for the supernatural to roam around and be free to express themselves. Of course she wasn't human. The sense he got of her sort of reminded him of Elijah: perhaps she was a witch.

She was offering to erase his memory of the encounter, but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to let it go. After all, wasn't he meant to see humanity for what it was and love it still? “It’s kind of you to offer. But I need to live with it for now. Are you thinking of doing that to yourself? Erasing your memory?"

[grimoireofwritings]

Headcanons: The Magic Knight Captains & Their Art Styles

Just some random idea that came to me today while reminiscing on what the Captains do in their free time. I began to picture how it would play out if each of them were instructed to show us their art skills! Here's what I came up with.

Captain William Vangeance:

This man is not too bad at art! He doesn't put a lot of pressure on himself to make perfect sketches and he has low expectations for himself... So he mainly considers it a hobby set aside for his rare moments of leisure time. Since he's so chill about it, his sketches come out looking nice when he's more relaxed. This is usually the case since he prefers using his bird journal - he likes to bird-watch and put together little drawings of the winged friends he sees while laying all content out in his garden. He's no prodigy but his hand-eye coordination is pretty good and after years of practice his birds and trees turn out pretty impressive. Very embarrassed if asked to show people though.

Credit: Found in a "how to draw" guide.. no name

Captain Nozel Silva:

He prefers appreciating sophisticated art made by others.. and really doesn't care much for making it himself. If he draws anything, it'll usually be rushed - as he knows he's got more important matters to focus on.. Still, he is capable of putting together a sketch every now and again of something simple. Usually plain posable objects. At the end of the day, he's not really a big art freak and even at a nice art museum he gets bored after an hour or so.

Credit: unlisted. Message if you know where it's from!

Captain Fuegoleon Vermillion:

He likes art, a lot! Like William he's no prodigy, but it makes him happy so that's enough for him. He prefers to paint, and his subjects are often women, focusing on anatomy because he enjoys exploring movement / dimension through bodily posing. He likes painting silhouettes that are dancing and often have flowing clothing, or hair. Definitely focuses on the beauty, passion, and artistic self expression side of it. He isn't as open about it because Mereoleonna poked fun at him for it so much and he'd rather not deal with any of that again.. but people who know about it always talk about how he's quite talented.

Credit: Anastassia Orehova

Captain Yami Sukehiro:

He's listed in the manga's assorted questions brigade as the #2 ( Behind Rill) judge of artistic style and taste! He's got an excellent eye for art, and he can be really creative medium wise, but I still feel like he's a bit too lazy to sit down for a long time and really commit to a canvas or sketchbook. He doesn't find it rewarding enough for his attention span.. but he seems to be pretty good at making simplistic, cartoon styles really expressive.

Credit: Olga Shvartsur

Captain Rill Boismortier:

He is ALL about color, vibrancy, and bold presentation! His paintings are always so full of vivid life and brightness, it's clear to see he's a person carrying a wondrous imagination and endless creativity. Everything he's made seems like it's bursting with optimism and excitement, as if the artist couldn't contain himself. He is extremely versatile and can tackle almost any subject, which is super impressive for his age. His one flaw I'd say is that sometimes his paintings, despite being gorgeous technicality wise, can get a little busy or cluttered as he struggles to not get carried away with all the different expressive ideas he comes up with. He's still learning!! ( Bonus headcanon: Rill has a mandatory weekly art class set aside as "training" for the Aqua Deer magic knights.. Everyone attends regardless of their actual interest levels because nobody wants to handle seeing Rill devastated that people didn't show.)

Credit: Svenja Jodicke

Captain Dorothy Unsworth:

Pretty self explanatory? She's a kawaii sailor moon theme anime waifu. All her drawings are magical anime girls... But they only appear in her dreams, so nobody knows she can draw well!!

Credit: source link to deviantart page was a removed account 😭 please lmk if you know the artist

Captain Jack the Ripper:

Nobody wants to talk about Jack's art. He doesn't wanna draw and nobody wants him to draw. Anything he makes is simply a cursed image, no questions asked. He's got the artistic skills of a grade schooler... And even though he can be somewhat creative, the fact that there's always some kind of disturbing / violent undertone incorporated within the picture... It just looks like a demented child's drawing.

Credit: could not find name but it's a canvas displayed in "The Museum of Bad Artwork" labelled as "The Butcher" and tbh that makes it even more terrifying

Captain Charlotte Roselei

She's listed in the top three WORST artists / judges of fine arts in canon... Which is interesting to me, lol. I think she probably stopped trying a long time ago after being teased for how her stuff turns out, lol. She tried drawing or painting and would get frustrated with her inability to create an image she's picturing in her mind.

Credit: could not find name but it's a canvas displayed in "The Museum of Bad Artwork"

Captain Kaiser Granvorka:

I don't know a whole lot about him tbh but I know he is also listed as an excellent artist next to Yami. I think he'd be really into sophisticated art! Kinda like Nozel but far more dedicated and passionate about it. Still-picture images, but he finds a lot of joy in shapes and objects, and messing around with shading.

Credit: unlisted. Message if you know where it's from!

And that is all my friends!! I am still trying to hunt down some art credit for these images, some were on Pinterest or just unlisted altogether. I'm gonna put them down once I come back and edit this post when it's not 3am 😂 plz let me know if y'all can help me out with that. I know there's an online site somewhere that's made for this but I forgot what it's called???

This was a lot of fun to make though. If you disagree or have thoughts, feel free to reblog or come chat in my ask box! Goodnight luvs 🥰

[n0nespeciai]

It's like Yuma added heavy eyeliner on his face—

Completely normal Yuma sprite sheet.