#protag answers

[stuck-with-protag]

what do you think about rats..

🐀

< " I think their pretty cute. Im not scared of them like my coworker is.. "

[krazieka2]

I've played the Fire Emblem Husbando Dating Simulator Games

[ya-kiri]

THE SAME ANSWER STILL *WORKS!!* BUGS, A FAITHFUL GAL PAL FOREVER, NO MATTER THE CANON!!🥹🥰

[dameszsz]

rick fun hitting the greens last week

dump

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi!

I was wondering if you could write more stories of the war captive prince. (Maybe the captive one gets hurt while saving the prince from death?)

By the way, I really love your writing.

Hope you have a nice day! (*ˊᵕˋ*)ﾉ

So this doesn't really fit into the narrative but if I had to, I'd place it between part 1 and 2.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt.4

Being a prisoner wasn’t as bad as he had feared.

He had a room to himself. It wasn’t much but it wasn’t a cell where he would rot within days. Soldiers guarded his door outside day and night and maids seemed to be making his bed when he was working in the castle. Whatever the protagonist had expected, it wasn’t this, it wasn’t an almost decent life.

But then again, he supposed the prince wanted to keep an eye on him. After all, everyone was watching him. All the time.

Most of the time, he worked in the castle amongst the other servants and it was easy to forget that those people weren’t his acquaintances. The protagonist knew these people weren’t responsible for his pain and suffering but still, every time he talked to one of them or shared his food, deep down his heart broke a little.

He felt as if he was betraying his friend by showing others kindness.

One day, when the prince had felt particularly merciful (or cruel), he had brought him down to the dungeons. And there he had seen them. His friend, frail and hopeless. He didn’t know if they had even recognised him. They hadn’t talked, had barely looked at him.

Since then, he had tried to sneak away and get back down there again, but it was to no avail. Whenever he was sure he had distracted the guards, one of them showed up in front of him and barked at him to get back to work.

With that memory burnt into his brain, the protagonist avoided the prince at all cost. Because he was sure he would find a way to strangle him to death the next time they’d meet.

So, when he’d been instructed to go to the prince’s chambers today, he was full of energy. His heart was beating in his throat. Rage blinded him and he feared he would make a drastic decision he could regret later.

However, as soon as he set a foot into the prince’s room, he could tell something was off.

“You actually came, I’m impressed.” The prince sat on his bed, holding his stomach. At first, the protagonist didn’t want to understand. He saw the prince in a weak state and wondered how long it would take him to end this.

In his lifetime, the protagonist had killed a lot of people. Undoubtedly, there was dark and thick blood on his hands.

Maybe he would finally add the prince’s too.

“You’re bleeding,” the protagonist realised. His eyes dropped to the wound the prince tried to hide and the strange amount of linen drenched in blood.

His muscles tensed.

The protagonist wondered what it would feel like to push his fingers into his wound and curl them. What sounds the prince would make if the protagonist found something in this luxurious room to press deeper into the cut. What he would look like if the protagonist strangled him and watched him bleed out.

The protagonist got overwhelmed with ideas, with rage and with determination. He wondered when he had gotten this violent, but maybe war had changed him.

Or he had always been this way.

“Yes. That’s why I asked for you.” His breathing was quick and he hunched, holding his stomach as the blood dropped down his fingers. “You have military experience, don’t you? That includes sanitary practice.”

“You’re delusional if you think I might help you.”

“I’ve heard that in your country you’re sewing wounds. It’s probably my last hope. My medics are panicking,” he said. His voice was raspy and the protagonist was sure he felt lightheaded. Losing a lot of blood was dangerous, even the prince should’ve been aware of that.

“Again, why would I help you?” he asked.

The prince made a noise between a groan and a sigh, mixed with pain and annoyance.

“Your friend, obviously. You can see them again tomorrow if you save me. If you don’t, they’ll be killed.” The protagonist cocked his head but what he was seeing seemed to be real. Tears were streaming down the prince’s face. Not a lot and barely noticeable but they sparkled in the dim light.

This was an easy choice, then.

“Good. Lay down.” The protagonist approached him quickly and pushed his enemy into the bed.

The prince’s face twisted and he looked as grey as ash. Even if the protagonist had to save him, that didn’t mean he couldn’t cause as much pain as he wanted.

“Put more pressure on the wound,” he said. He observed what the prince was doing, then shook his head. “No, like this.”

He pushed the clean linen the medics had given to the prince deep into the wound. They turned red immediately and the prince gasped.

“Oh gods-” He held onto the protagonist’s wrist, grabbed him harsh enough to leave bruises. He arched his back and whimpered like a dog and the protagonist stared at him, stared at the person who could be so cruel being exposed to cruelty.

Quickly, the protagonist realised, that they’d been this close in the throne room last. It was an eerie feeling.

But the pain the prince endured wasn’t satisfactory to the protagonist. He got distracted, looked a little too long at the tear stains.

“Needles? Threads?” The prince pointed at the drawer next to the bed and the protagonist found what he was searching for soon enough.

“What happened?” he asked as he took the bowl filled with water from the drawer. He put the thread through the needle’s head and drenched the needle in water.

“Assassination attempt,” the prince groaned. “I fought back but…clearly didn’t make a big difference.”

Quickly, the protagonist took the needle out of the water again.

“Shouldn’t the whole castle panic, then?”

“I managed to avoid that. Only a few people know that I’m injured,” he said. The protagonist looked at the wound. The bleeding wasn’t as serious anymore, so he pulled the linen out of the wound, much to the prince’s dismay.

His fingertips brushed against the protagonist’s.

“I’ve never killed anyone before,” the prince admitted. “Not with my own hands.”

“It’s much harder than it looks,” the protagonist said and the prince nodded. Before the prince answered, the protagonist pushed the needle through his skin.

The prince’s hand found his wrist again and he squeezed as the protagonist continued carefully.

Although the protagonist could sew, he was rather clumsy when it came to his own fingers. Every now and then, he stabbed into his fingertips until his own blood dropped onto the prince’s stomach, red and red mixing together.

“There was so much blood,” the prince said. The protagonist could feel his eyes on him. “I didn’t even notice I was wounded.”

The protagonist pulled a little too harsh on the thread and the prince flinched.

“Apologies,” he mumbled and for whatever reason, his hand landed on the prince’s forearm, trying to calm him. “I’m almost done.”

Again, the prince nodded and let him continue his work. When he was done, he looked at the result and found himself quite satisfied with it.

Maybe the protagonist was a fool for helping him. Maybe it was his own nature. Maybe war hadn’t hardened him, maybe it had exhausted him, had made him soft.

“Rest for the next few days. You also need a lot of food and water.” He stood up and turned around before he could put more thoughts into the situation, however, the prince grabbed his forearm before he could go.

“No word of this to anyone, please,” he said but the protagonist didn’t answer. What kind of power did he have here anyway? Trying to convince the people to overthrow their own prince? A revolution? Who would even listen to him? “…and thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” the protagonist said and he meant every word of it.

[yuseirra]

**persona 3 spoilers** I did one of these for yukari last time-

If Aigis got to speak with the protag in the answer

The answer's going to break me when it comes out(I'm scared)

reference to this scene in the episode aigis trailer

[shima-draws]

Kieran going :/ because his friend is danger/shenanigans for the 30th time this week (it’s Tuesday) because god itself seems to want you dead if you’re a protagonist

Kieran, digging through his bag for the fire mask specifically bc the protag pissed off the wrong grass type: Okay hold on I gotta,, shit where is it. Wait. HOLD ON I think I--no wait that's my rock mask. Aa. My bad. Okay HERE it is--nope that's my water mask. AHHH. Okay almost got it. Just hold on,

[shitpostingkats]

I've not watched Vrains but seeing you post about it makes my day every time. Every new Yusaku autism-core post I see I grin and say "yeeeeees"

Every time I think yugioh can't make a more autism protagonist, they delight in proving me wrong.

I know technically Yusaku's obsession with calming himself down by listing things in threes is because of his backstory, but also. Come on. No neurotypical would talk like this while trying to call an ambulance. When he first did it, I started happy stimming so hard. A MAIN CHARACTER! WITH ARITHMOMANIA!!!

His facial animation is stunning. I was so impressed by how far 5Ds got with having a character with limited expressiveness, and VRAINS just keeps raising the bar for me. Animated characters who don't smile/emote very much but still have unique facial animation while still having a Resting B#$% Face my BELOVED

Look at him! I'm obsessed!

He canonically has insomnia related to his ptsd. His best friends drag him for having zero social skills. AI REFERS TO HIM AS HAVING "THE EMPATHY OF A MOLLUSK."

He will just nope out on conversations midway through and I will never stop cheering about it.

All the yugioh protagonists are extremely autism, but Yusaku is a canonically compulsive, unemotive, low-empathy, zero social skills autistic and STILL THE HEROIC MAIN CHARACTER and I am LIVING FOR IT.

[oofmilk]

whatever you do don’t think about makoto and kotone being twins, and don’t think about them being separated in the hospital after their parents’ deaths, and don’t think about kotone being dragged away by their relatives and begging to stay by makoto’s side, and don’t think about makoto mistakenly believing his sister abandoned him in his time of need, and don’t think about them losing contact with each other, and don’t think about them reuniting on april 7, 2009

but ESPECIALLY don’t think about them relearning what it’s like to be twins, and don’t think about them bonding again in a way they haven’t been able to since they were young children, and don’t think about them facing off against nyx together, and don’t think about them planning to form the great seal together so they can be together for the rest of eternity, and don’t think about makoto betraying kotone at the last moment and taking her evoker from her, and don’t think about makoto forming the great seal himself while kotone begs him not to leave her alone, and don’t think about makoto sacrificing himself so his sister he loves so dearly can flourish and live the life they both should have gotten

[ask-studioinvestigrave-roomies]

QUICK, FAVORITE NUMBER AND COLORS

"Uuuuh orange and 8??"

> Auggie seems rather surprised with the question.

"I like... 2... and.... green.... wait no yellow. WAIT I ALSO LIKE RED IS THAT ALLOWED???--

> Rody lists, obviously unprepared.

"Blue. And I like 5. The even number of odd numbers."

> Protag exclaims. He holds up 5 fingers.

"I also like five!! And I like purple."

> Angelica responds politely, hands folded in front of her.

"I FUCKED UP CAN I CHANGE MY ANSWER TO SIX AND MAROON????"

[ilovedthestars]

why are all the queer stories romance (unless they're about the 1 token ace person)

[stuck-with-protag]

(AESTHETICALLY STEALS UR BINDER)

< " .. you BITCH. "

< " that wasnt even aesthetically.. "

( shit post )

[capnhanbers]

ANIME NAYA REAL‼️‼️About time I draw her, so I chose to redraw that one panel from your dunking Rachel comic. I hope I did Naya's luscious hair justice ((wink))

HOLY

FUCKING

ABSOLUTE SHIT

ARE YOU KIDDING ME OH MY GOD I'M AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[cheebuss]

Valve mfs when you ask them to design a character with brown eyes

[hobie-doh]

smh this is how the ferris wheel scene should have gone/J /silly

after *checks notes* 3 hours I'm finally done! Who knew I would have been so picky about the lighting and shading? Just look at em being all love dovey as usual.

ANOTHER PIECE FOR MY HOARD, DRAGON MODE ACTIVATE

You're absolutely right it should have been, but Ryuji is dumb and Futaba was in the wrong carriage, this is the timeline where Ann and Haru were the only ones who could have seen them (they didn't see, because Haru was watching the sunset in Ann's eyes)

But Oh My God I cannot wait to get home so I can see this on my PC monitor, they're soooo cute and Wow did being picky pay off, the shading is spectacular!

Due to no longer being in a doctor's office i want you to know I kicked my feet, paused the music and excitedly showed my mom this, all while yelling incoherently.

Yes, I say this a lot, but seriously your improvement is always so incredible to see, and inspiring! I guess I need to do something with a background so I won't fall behind!

They're so gross and in love and stupid for each other.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

https://x.com/captainh4ndsome/status/1774282734288138451?s=46

I saw this series of quotes and why do you think that hat has three stabs from buggy? Is it truly connected to shuggy? Could shuggy really be that important???

so, here are the tweets in question. (one of which is from @goingbuggy! hi there! this is, what, the third time someone’s asked me to talk about your tweets? i guess at least one of my anons is a fan.)

i have wondered a time or two whether in oda’s early planning it might have been buggy who gave shanks that three-slash scar. (i’ve heard that oda originally had a five year plan for one piece, though i’ll admit i’ve never sought out a direct source for that.) in that case, the slashes through the hat might have been intended as foreshadowing.

but since buggy wasn’t the one to make that scar, instead it leads us to draw comparisons between these characters who both have wielded three blades on one hand. and maybe it’s just because they were both written as foils to luffy, but i find comparing buggy and blackbeard very interesting!

similarities:

former warlord of the sea/current emperor of the sea

devil fruit user

served on a big name’s crew back in the day

intentionally went under the radar/overlooked for years

doesn’t really buy into concepts like “loyalty” or “honor,” happy to turn on a crew mate or backstab an ally if it’s to his advantage

used to wield three blades but these days prefers explosive-adjacent weapons

not happy to see red-haired shanks at marineford

differences:

fell into those positions by chance/years of plotting to get into those positions

a devil fruit with zero combat utility (besides avoiding damage)/possibly the devil fruit with the most combat utility? (though, unusually, he can take damage while wielding it)

their reasons for going under the radar (fear of being hunted down/working towards a secret goal)

the consequences for overlooking them (for shanks: losing buggy/losing to bb, or at least taking a very bad wound from him; for others: misinformation on a global scale/the literal paramount war)

buggy is a strong believer in the captain-crew bond, which bb absolutely does not buy into

type of three-bladed weapon (three throwing daggers, suggests flexibility, hidden motives, a preference for distance fighting; claw weapon, suggests light-footedness, straightforwardness—you know when a claw wielder is about to start fighting, he’s gone and put the claws on)

type of explosive weapon (bombs, suggests pre-planning, a preference for distance fighting, maximum damage for minimum effort; guns, suggests a flexibility on distance vs melee range, a willingness to threaten rather than kill outright)

why they didn’t want to see shanks (ugh, that guy pisses me off/i think that guy might literally kill me lmao)