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misguidedasgardian · 2 years ago

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The Last Raid

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Summary: You are a norsewoman, a Viking shieldmaiden from Norway, you were riding with the brothers Erik and Sigefrid, when Uhtred takes back the princess the army disbands, and you go on your own.

Pairing: Osferth x Shieldmaiden!lreader

Warnings: TLK AU, war, death, smut, profanity, religious themes, pagan rituals, and much more

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Notes: Is this a story? or a one shot? nobody knows hehe

The army of Danes that you were riding with had been annihilated, completely destroyed by the army of King Alfred and the command of Uhtred the Daneslayer, that is what you got for making an alliance with the Danes, you should have stayed with your people, with the Vikings from the North, from Norway.

After someone in the middle of the fight hit you in the head, you fell limply in the middle of the battle, when you regained your bearings, you could only see what was left of your “army” running for the hills, leaving you alone.

So you decided to go your own way, you didn’t fit with them anyways, but now you were alone, you luckily had time to gather your things, your horse and your weapons before the camp was completely destroyed. You rode until you came across a huge river, you didn’t have a clue of where you were, but you needed to wash away the blood from your enemies and the dirt from the fight.

You haven't come across anyone so you gathered you were alone, so you discarded your coat of mail, the leather shirt underneath, your boots and your thick leather pants, you only left the long shirt to cover in case someone did come along. You didn’t even have the heart to undo your braids.

You let yourself relax as you cleaned your face from the dirt and dried blood, you even submerged your head under the water, and when you emerged you let yourself hear the birds chirping from afar and even though the water was freezing, it was beautiful, calm, peaceful.

Were you going to try and make a life here like your grandfather had intended? you were growing weary of the fight, you wanted to settle, to plant, to farm, to have a house of your own with a big hall in which you could gather your friends and family… which you were lacking.

If you came close to one of those Saxon villages, would they let you stay? Would they give you a job? or would they hate you and pursue you for being a Viking?, the only settlement the vikings from Norway had in England had been destroyed, to find more of your people was going to be difficult…

You were so deep in your own thoughts that when you noticed the presence behind you, it was too late. You turned around quickly and you tried to run to shore, to your belongings, to your axe and sword, but a smiling man stood right by them, his hand in his own sword, so you took a step back, in fear.

You were still in the water, but you still had something. You extracted a small knife from a Garter you had tied in your thigh, and came face to face with four men. They had singular appearances, they did not look Dane, not at all, but they didn’t look Saxon either.

“She is a Dane, Uhtred”, warned one, that by the looks of him and his accent, was one himself

“Aren’t you a clever one?”, you mocked, “nothing escapes you, except, I am not a Dane”

“With a sharp tongue”, mocked the one who seemed to be the leader

“She is pretty Lord”, said a blonde, with wide innocent eyes and strange clothes, they all laughed, they made your skin crawl and you tightened the grip on the handle of your blade

“Baby Monk fell in love!”, mocked the one that was near your things, perhaps you should take that one first, grab your ax, you could at least take another one with you, they did not had a bow, so, they will have to come close to you to attack you, you looked at the path you were going to need to run by, careful of the sharp rocks under the water. Three long jumps and you could take him…

You took one step and the one they called Uhtred raised his hand, you looked into his eyes and you could tell he had all but read your mind, looking at the path in front of you and then at his man.

“Finan”, he called, and then he also seemed to notice, and he took a defensive position, so your plan was ruined, then you looked at the other Dane, and then at the priest looking one, who would be easier to kill?

“We will not hurt you”, Uthred said, showing you his hands, you were surrounded, and they were four warrior men, you did not believe him

“Four men, one woman, I know how this ends”, you growled, you looked to your knife and even though you wished a glorious death in battle, taking your own life seemed a better choice than to be… taken by these men. So you turned your knife and turned it towards you

“There is not need for that”, said Uthred hastily, truly scared

“I think there is”, you said defensively, holding the knife to your own chest

“We will not hurt you”, their easy way of carrying themselves turned serious, all four men looking at you wide-eyed, “I give you my word”, he said, taking a step back, his men followed him, as a sign of peace, so you relaxed your stance, “who are you?”, he asked, looking at your things

“A Viking shield maiden”, you answered quickly, “From Norway”, you said looking at the one that called you a Dane

“What is your name?”, he asked

“(Y/N), Bjorndottir, daughter of Bjorn Ironside”, his eyes went wide, as the dane’s, he all but wanted to kneel

“Bjorn, King of Kattegat? King of Norway?”, he asked, you nodded, “I’m Uhtred”, he introduced himself

“I know who you are, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, or Uthred Ragnarson, or the Dane slayer, or the Godless”, you listed

“You heard of me”, he said with a mocking smile

“I like to “hear” of my enemies”, you said, “or my leader’s enemies”, you continued

“This are my men, Finnan, Sithric, and Osferth”, he said pointing at each of them, you nodded, acknowledging them

“Why are you alone? I saw you in the battlefield”, said Finnan, “your army is far away by now, or what’s left of it”

“Those bastards left me for dead”, you said simply, “they only wanted me for my influence, that is gone now, along with my respect”, you said quickly, you relaxed the arm that held your knife

“Where are you heading?”, Uhtred asked

“I don’t know”, you answered truthfully

“Where would you like to go?”, he asked then

“First? dry land, I’m freezing”, you said bitterly, and they all seemed to notice, and they took another stepback, Finan walking away from your things and standing by his leader, so you walked to your clothes, drying yourself with your bloodied shirt, and then disposing of it.

“Do you mind?”, you asked, looking at them over your shoulder, and they turned around, so you could dispose of your wet dress, and changing quickly into clothes from your bag

Once you were comfortable, you turned to the men, who turned back to look at you

“So, you have something to eat?”, you asked

Two hours past, a fire was lit, the night had fallen, and you were roasting a couple of rabbits

“Why are you here? Bjorn Ironside is not in this country”, asked Sithric, you looked back at him

“My father is a bastard who left me me as soon as he noticed I was a girl and when he got tired of humping my mother”, you said dismissively, “He is terrorizing lands further than Frankia”, you saw them share looks

“So, why are you here?”, asked Uhtred

“I wanted to make a name for myself”, you confessed, “battles, glory, lands…”

“So, what happened?”, asked Finnan, by his accent, you realized he must have been from that country they called Ireland

“Couldn’t find any of those things”, you said simply, “who would have thought that slaughtering farmers and their families was not going to be as glorious as everyone said?”, you mocked, “I don’t like it”

“What do you want?”, he insisted

“A land to sow, a house to live in… something quiet, but I do like a good fight, I guess… I’m a sellsword now”, you whispered looking at the meat between your greasy fingers

“Pledge your sword to me”, he demanded, “fight for me and you can settle in Cuccham, the lands I’m the Lord of”

“I don’t want to kill more innocent people, or taking things I have not earned”, you said, as terms for your allegiance

“Good, we will not have you do any of those things”, he said, certainly, you barely nodded, “we are not very elite men, Finan here was a slave when I met him, Sihtric if the bastard son of Kjartan, and the baby monk, is the bastard son of King Alfred, turned monk, and now turned sword”

“King Alfred?”, you asked, “And Earl Kjartan?”, they only nodded, “Alright, I like this, a group of misfits, bonded by loyalty, I like it”, you said, clapping your hands, “My sword is yours, Uhtred Ragnarson, as long as you not ask of me anything that will bring me dishonor”

He only smiled, as did their men

#the last kingdom #uhtred #sihtric #osferth #sihtric kjartansson #finan #the last kingdom au #osferth x you #finan x reader #uhtred x reader #sihtric x reader #misguidedtlk

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kassandras-one-braincell · 9 months ago

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Hi ok so if ur still accepting the brainworms, here is a little Eivor idea i have been toying with? Its a really loose sort of idea, and i havent written reader inserts before, but i wanted to share it!! Sorry if this is a lot

So okay so

Being a nobleman/King/earl's youngest daughter, sent to live in Ravensthorpe as like, collateral, as part of a treaty between ur father and the Raven Clan (like a "we'll just hold onto one of your kids so you don't fuck us over" situation, idk this part is LESS important than the gay stuff)

And as you live there and become part of the community Eivor takes you under her wing, trains you to fight, and you give her information about neighboring kingdoms/Shires for raiding, etc etc and of COURSE you fall in love (because that's what we are all here for, falling in love with Eivor), and over time the two of you are just a power couple running Ravensthorpe?? You are thriving And Eivor adores you, u are her Princess (and I definitely don't like awake at night thinking about Eivor calling me Princess. I don't do that at all,,,,,)

And bc I love drama, I think some ratty little dude from another shire reaches out to your father for your hand in marriage, shows up in Ravensthorpe to whisk you away only to be confronted with the Beefiest Norsewoman Ever on your arm, and he starts running his mouth

And then Eivor. Beats the shit out of him? Because I'm gay, and I love watching that woman pummel dudes into the ground

Thats all I have so far, but I can and will go deeper and more detailed on this little idea if wanted

Always welcoming brainworms. Perpetual state of brainworm acceptance. Please give me the worms 🧠🪱🧎

I'm vibing with the collateral lore, specifically because it makes the ensuing build-up to the inevitable falling-in-love even gayer. The whole "we'll hold onto your princess so you honour your bargain" political manoeuvre has an unspoken contract. It's technically a hostage situation, pulled with the intent of holding leverage over someone, and...oh, no, the most respected warrior in our settlement is teaching the hostage to defend themself. And now the hostage is...offering tactical guidance that will boost our economy, possibly to the detriment of theirs. They also have an axe now. Motive unclear, but homoerotic.

Rat bastard's deployment is a plot to skew this arrangement in favour of your kingdom; your kingdom laid siege to a fortress, only to find it barren of loot with evidence of the Raven Clan's visitation. Clearly, your father thinks, the clan had blackmailed or tortured some information out of you, and a marriage would see your undisputed safe passage out of Ravensthorpe (fine print?). Rat bastard offered the highest dowry.

Your peaceful afternoon in the sun, draped across Eivor's lap while she feeds you slices of apple, is rudely interrupted by Rat bastard (RB hereon out) making his gaudy introduction. You can see Alvis a short distance behind, clearly biting back laughter. Eivor's grip on the knife shifts as RB states his purpose in a monologue littered with objectifying remarks aimed at you, o the children you'll bear him (grim), the money and land he offered for your hand - flattering stuff.

That's what pushes her over the edge. A princess as lovely as yourself is bound to attract suitors. Ordinarily, she'd grit her teeth through it. But RB thought you a trinket to be possessed and used, and your father was willing to throw you to highest bidder. Eivor is having none of it.

Relief flickers over his face as Eivor sets down the knife, but panic returns tenfold as she rises to her full height and rolls her shoulders. "Where is it you hail from again?" she asks with a voice of steel.

RB, bricking it, meagrely clears his throat and answers. Nowhere important, certainly not amongst the allies of the Raven Clan. Eivor therefore has no reservations about sending him packing with a few less teeth, a couple of broken bones, shakily clutching a piece of parchment detailing a change in contract regarding a certain princess. By the time your father reads the draft, you and Eivor are already wed.

I'm dying to read any other ideas you have on this or how it continued in your head! I love how your brain works. :)

princess in her voice hhhhhhhhhh PLEASE

#lovely anons #long post #eivor x reader

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canaidliafail · 2 years ago

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curse that ravens fire

eivor x f!reader 🌿 PART 1

reader is Petras Younger sister who just arrived at the settlement. [ 2k words ?]

MDI

[ warnings : will eventually have sexual content. for now theres only mentions of hunting animals / not too gory but might still be upsetting to read] Its also a little enemies to lovers type of deal

The tip of your arrow was perfectly aligned with her throat just like the edge of her axe with yours

You could feel her breath, hear her heartbeat and you saw a bead of sweat roll down her forehead. Neither took initiative to move forward or pull back not trusting each other’s intentions

“Eivor Wait! That’s my sister!” You heard Petra call out and you both pulled back the tension you shared falling flat to your siblings cries. She ran towards you and stopped few feet away bracing her hands on her knees breathing heavily

“Gods! I can't believe you got in trouble already” She mumbled worried and Eivor sheathed back her axe

“This is your family that was visiting?” She asked looking distressed

“Yes!” She yelled more so to cover up for her lack of oxygen than to scold anyone.

You looked at the stones on the ground and scoffed,kicking one with little force to show your despair. This was a horrible first impression you were leaving on someone you assumed to be important for the settlement.

“Thought you all only hunted animals”

“We do!” You yelled and she growled looking at you “Do I look like a stag?”

“You could with that mug of yours!” You spat back enraged. You weren't even pointing at her. She just happened to be in your line of sight when you were waiting for a wolf to come out of a cave only for this crude norsewoman to turn up.

Naturally, the timing was off and then things escalated without the two of you realizing

“Calm down, please! EIvor excuse my sister's behavior. She's probably just tired from her trip” She said and yanked you from your arm. You decided to stay quiet knowing her tone indicated you weren’t getting away without a harsh scolding

Eivors upper lip twitched and she took a long sigh.WIping the sweat of her brow and scarred cheeks she looked away “Take your time getting settled. I should go to the longhouse and speak with Randvi”

And with that she took off. Petra glared at you “What were you thinking?!”

“That I found the mythical wolf!”

She shook your head “Gods, what an awful misunderstanding that must have been then. Come. You’ve embarrassed me enough” You frowned, crossing your arms and slowly walking behind her.

“Is Wallace here as well?”

“No. He went to sharpen arrows. Might be back for the featbuff though. Don’t worry youll catch him tomorrow morning at worse”

You nod deep in thought. Four days of walking,eating dry rabbit meat and sleeping in cold,wet,murky caves. Depending on who you offended today you would have to prepare yourself mentally to go through that all again, should they decide to send you back home

“So…Who’s Eivor?”

“The Jarls sister”

Shit

Maybe you could pack some soup and hopefully steal a better coat.

“Don’t worry. She doesn’t hold many things to heart. However your loud mouth might make her eventually” She said, her tone heavy with a warning

Watch your tongue or Ill cut it for you

“Understood”

Petra lended you a fresh set of clothes , rich in color, The blue and sea hues that royalty usually wore, with the soft fur of a rabbit decorating the edges and shoulders giving a nice fullness to your structure

“Did you just get this?” Recognizing it must have cost a fortune, you felt bad being the first one to wear it. She smiled “You can make it up to me by sewing me a new one tomorrow”

You felt out the leathers of the belts and the edges admiring the craftsmanship “Who… did this? Its form is crude but it looks nice”

“Our blacksmith. Has a fine set of hands,right?” She said with a wink and you shook your head letting go of the fabrics.

“Let's just go to this feast. I’m starving for some decent food” With a small nod she walked out of her hut. Quickly snatching a small knife and sliding it beneath your coat you followed “You live very close to the Longhouse”

“Our services were deemed important to the clan. Comes with it I guess. Which by the way, don't relax too much. Tomorrow you'll have to talk with Randvi and Eivor.tell them what you will provide if they are to let you stay”

Expected

You thought. Which is why you were so eagerly hunting down that wolf. If you truly found that legendary creature, its fur would’ve been the final addition to the armor you were planning to present as an example of your skills. Now you need a new plan. Curse that raven

You gritted your teeth in spite.

when the two of you walked in the hall you saw faces warm up to your sister's presence greeting her and exchanging handshakes “Petra! Tell us a story!” One yelled across the room and she raised a hand motioning that she’d join them soon

“First, formally apologize to Eivor. Ill be waiting for you over there” She ordered and you looked at her like a kicked cub

“You’re joking?”

“Don’t be difficult”

“Don’t be ridiculous then!” You hissed and she glared at you. Her eyes left yours to see Eivor exit the map room “There. Go” and with that she turned you around grabbing your shoulders and giving you a push forward as she went the other way to go find her companions

Curse these traditions and formalities that your families followed. You stepped around the dancing Vikings and tried to avoid bumping into any drunk ones who chugged on ale making your way closer to the throne where Eivor leaned against the wood,deep in thought.

You stopped before walking up the stairs hoping she would notice you first. To your relief she did. Cocking a brow she gathered herself and made her way to you “Yes?” She asked and you felt sweat run down your spine. You started pushing at the skin on your fingertips with your nails trying to come up with something to say.

She smirked, baring her fangs almost as she took a step closer “For all that barking you surely came with the tail between your legs now” She bit in what she thought was playful banter which you, took horribly wrong

“Excuse me?!” You stopped fidgeting suddenly feeling the gravity pull at your feet

“Petra sure knows how to handle her siblings. With Wallace often running off, she does a good job keeping you two in place” You suddenly felt like she was referring to you like some dog that needed a leash and you’ve never felt more enraged by a woman

“Fuck you and your spineless clan” You hissed and turned away not bothering to hear what else she had to say knowing you would be soon sleeping on the streets.

The winter breeze hit your cheek, in a soft caress, soothing the heat that burned your skin.

Your head jolted the other way and you saw a door.

The longhouse had more than one exit

You smiled, all tension and anger evaporating immediately. You could go hunting now and apologize in the form of a well crafted coat the way you initially intended. If you couldn’t get in Eivors good graces anymore you were certain the Jarls wife would consider you.

You pushed some men around and made your way to the door finally leaving the suffocating building

You stopped right out the doors and took a second to catch your breath, the whole gathering spiking up your anxiety. What you had in craftsmanship you lacked in social skill. You tried to reason with yourself that you wanted to make a good impression and that you weren't sneaking out from embarrassment alone. Out of shame for letting anger so quickly get the better of you.

You saw a stack of bows and arrows lodged by the entrance, damp by the snow.It would have to do. You grabbed a set and began your short journey to the snow and stone covered entrance of the wolf cave. You were sure you heard the crunch of another pair of footsteps behind you. You turned to look. Someone must have been following you

However, not wanting to risk the idea that they were after the same wolf you picked up your pace and reached the cave sliding first and looked around. It was eerily quiet, your pants disrupting the peace.

Trying your best to watch your step you climbed the walls trying to reach the other end of the path which would hopefully lead to a makeshift home by the animal.

You heard rumbling in the distance. Wet and filled with aggression. You were noticed.

You pulled an arrow and your bow in haste but were ultimately thrown to your front when you felt four pairs of heavy joints push at your back.

You yelped in fear realizing how greatly you miscalculated the size this beast would have.Not ready to give in you pushed your weight against the ground abruptly covering your exposed neck with your hood and trying to roll over on the other side.

Knocking it off balance wasn’t as easy and your thoughts were starting to get cloudy from the grim realization that you might die after all. You tasted copper and the stuffiness of your nose clearly indicated you were bleeding.

Well. I did land headfirst

“Duck!” You heard a heavy voice command and you did. The next thing you heard was the weighty thud of something crashing with the wolves ribs and thrusting it on the other side. It howled in pain and you quickly rose to your feet running to the other side of the cave pulling out your knife which seemed unnecessary when a figure landed in front of you covering your line of sight.

Eivor wolf kissed

Oh the irony of it all

“Must be dead” she mumbled and you finally took a careful look at the wolf. That something that made it clash with the rocks behind it, was Eivors sharp axe.

Oh the poor creature never stood a chance

“That was barbaric!” You whined and she glared at you “Is that how you thank someone for saving your ass?” She mocked and you rolled your eyes “Oh I was doing fine”

You quickly tried to wipe your bloody nose probably smearing it across your face and hopped over to the wolfs side

“This is awful. How am I to properly get its fur now”

“Fur?”

“Yes. I am a tailor. It's what I came to do here seeing as you clearly lack those. Seriously, how old is that vest you are wearing?” You said and scoffed in disgust to which she took little offense

“It does the job!”

“And I” you pushed against the wolf's skin and with the other wrapped your fingers around the hilt of the axe “Can make it do an even better one” and pulled it out of its skin making sure it wouldn't rip it any further

You gently held its head in your palm and connected your foreheads whispering a thank you for its sacrifice and with one deep breath pulled it up and mounted it on your shoulders

“Do you only show respect to animals?”

“They are the only ones who have earned it out of me” you stopped and looked at her, or what you could make out of the woman since the Caracas was blocking your vision

“Did you follow me?”

“I wanted to Say some things. Next thing I know you are getting yourself into trouble under my clans watch” she grabbed her discarded axe and made her way next to you helping you carry the animal by sharing the weight. You studied her face, noticing how the lines on her forehead softened and deepened. Her jaw tense.

She tried to blow a few loose strands of hair out of her face in a very child-like way and she refused to meet your eyes. Her breathing was uneven not from fatigue but from nervousness. All of that made you truly reconsider her character

She struggled with normal interactions as much as you did. This was her way of trying to get close to you and apologize . With actions

You smiled, earnestly now, wanting to impress her more than ever “Oh you'll learn to love me”

#eivor x reader #eivor varinsdóttir #eivor wolf kissed #eivor x y/n #ac valhalla #MDI

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alicent-archive · 29 days ago

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Masterlist

My AO3 Fics:

upon my hearth (a home you shall have)

Ongoing; 8k words.

Rhaenicent: noblewoman Alicent and norsewoman Rhaenyra.

The Red Maiden

Coming soon.

Rhaenicent: mermaid Alicent and aristocrat/sailor Rhaenyra.

(don't) be afraid of me, I'm what you need.

Coming soon.

Rhaenicent: food critic Alicent and (cannibal) chef Rhaenyra.

The Clubfoot & the Golden Dragon

Ongoing; 1/5.

A platonic larysgon series.

Fic Recs:

Larys Strong [coming soon].

#main masterlist

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samhadjblog2 · 3 months ago

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>This is true. I was trying to say that the general DEI push leads to shit games nobody wants, but upon re-reading my post it seems I forgot to clarify that. My bad.

DEI has been a thing that existed since the 60s. Its not this new thing in the industry. Not to say that its good or bad just that this just been a thing longer the 2010.

>One game that's led to serious layoffs at Rocksteady, including in their QA department that, according to them themselves, is gonna lead to a decrease in quality. And with how much triple a games cost nowadays, not to mention the opportunity cost of 8 friggin' years of developments, the amount of millions this lost Warner Bros doesn't bear thinking about.

From what I've gathered Suicide squad was shifted to a studio that didn't have experience with Multi-person shooters before. Which was something a lot of people were getting tired of. Hence why Concord failed.

>The actual story itself was almost if not completely untouched by them, as can be seen in how women are shown as flawed(Freya, Sif and Thrud) or outright evil(the three Valkyries Odin still has working for him while fatherhood is explored in ways that don't involve copious amounts of bitching about the evils of masculinity. Hell, even the obligatory black Norsewoman Angrboda is shown as having normal human flaws(yes she's a giant, you know what I mean) and goes through an arc involving something other than learning that she was already perfect all along. And Kratos himself even breaks the cardinal sin of modern storytelling by being a man who saves a woman(Freya could not have freed herself from Odin's last curse without his help both in general and specifically fighting Niddhog, which would've just eaten her while she tried to break the curse had he not been beating the shit out of it).

O.k this seems a bit much to assume that SBI weren't involve with the main story. The claim that "Modern stories" have female characters as people with "No flaws" is such weak statement. Because a lot of the time the story "do's" say they are flawed. Now this isn't a defense for poor quality writing just that a lot of stories even the one's "I" don't like make it clear that the female character being presented is seen as a "Flawed person".

This is why I made this post, because to claim that "All stories today put women up while they put men down" is ridiculous. Because a person often isn't intentionally making a bad story and a lot of times they "are" trying to make a good story.And so even with stories "I" don't like. This isn't me telling you that "you are a bigot for disliking this piece of media" no one is. I just don't think righting off a story for having certain elements

I like to think more about a story and try my best to get read of a person's and not just right it off as if its something mindless (Unless its something that's "not" suppose to be deep like smiling friends).

Now bare I'm not saying I solely have an issue with people who berate "Woke" media I also share the same scrutiny towards more progressive voices dismissing pieces .For example I think its ridiculous to call "Batman" a bigot because's he's a rich-guy because that misses the intrigue of who Bruce Banner is as character. As well as his empathy for others.

I think the statement that Attack on Titans is fascist propaganda is also a dumb take this misses the political intrigue as well as its story of the cycle of violence.

I also tired of people who mistake Persona 4's character Kanji as "Gay when he's a more sensitive guy. And Naoto as trans when her story is about conforming to a male work-place.

So note that when I make this statement is a politically neutral

>I wasn't. I was saying that in a more general sense.

My bad then. Sorry

>identify key points within the video rather than saying "just watch all this

Very well then.

At 12:56 he talks about where the SBI controversy began. He go's into how before the SBI list controversy there was already antagonism towards The company. And said that it was wrong the call out the list (Even when the list was still inaccurate)

33:59 He go's over tweets that has a lot of the developers who "did" work with SBI claim that the company didn't force them to include diversity into their games.

45:55 He say's that he is also someone who has made videos critiquing games with woke-political messages that were pushed too-far as well. However that doesn't mean that he buy's into the narrative of SBI influencing the gaming industry

48:16 He then go's over how "Black-rock" isn't play favorites with SBI mainly because the stock market regulations wouldn't allow for this to happen. On top of that a lot of the companies they work with aren't even on the stock-market and so they don't have an ESG score. And even then ESG its such a tiny part of investing, that doesn't even measure ESG scores in any way. And the cherry on top of all of this "Diversity is such a minuscule part of ESG score.

54:12 He go's over the real reason why games today are more progressive with the simply answer being a vast majority of artist are left-leaning and that's it.

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