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imaginariumwanderer · 8 months ago

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Yes, YES, this is it. This is the Shadowvanilla (tm) content I was looking for!

While I do enjoy the classic toxic yaoi/enemies to lover portrayals we commonly see with them, their relationship and roles within the narrative are brimming with potential themes and symbolism just sitting there waiting to be dissect.

Like idc what anyone said the Beasts is such a good addition to the story as they held up a mirror to the Ancients and gave us a wholly different angle to re-examine their characters from. Back to PV and SM though, I feel like I can write several essays just from their small interaction in Theater of Lies alone. Their dynamic is THAT good.

Compare and contrasting designs

SM hair is made up of many curved crescent shapes, PV crown-like hat trim and orchid staff emulate the sun.

PV hat/ hair pointed up and outward, SM bangs/ three-pronged hair thing curves down and inward.

PV big robe dwarfs his body vs SM harlequin bodysuit.

Mirroring motifs (some of these can be a stretch): their heterochromia, their facial markings, they both have a single pointed eyelash design, SM have it on his upper eyelids while PV have it on his lower eyelids, their tippets, both of them have similar patterns on their clothing via PV crossing waffle pattern and SM cyan diamonds suit.

About their understanding of others and themselves:

PV and SM are both extremely alike in their relationship with knowledge. They're two highly intelligent little cookies with deep understanding of the people around them. They knows what make other cookies tick.

How they differ is in what they do with those knowledge. In PV case, he uses this knowledge to help his friends with their problems and as a tool to stop his foes without spilling jam whenever he can. SM uses this knowledge for his own gains, either for mocking cookies or poking into their weaknesses whenever he can't brute force them into acting according to his whims.

Pure Vanilla understanding Dark Enchantress' goal vs Shadow Milk mocking White Lily's insecurity

Despite technically interacting for the first time in Theater of Lies, they already knew each other like the back of their hands. By virtue of sharing one half of a Soul Jam and having to watch over PV for such a long time, SM knows him inside out, even knowing the secrets PV would never tells anyone. Note that PV does reciprocates this on some level by immediately figuring out SM thought process and answering all of his question correctly during their deadly little quiz show.

The entire gang would've been disqualified from round 1 if not for Pure Vanilla cookie fr

Another possible parallel:

This is just a bonus theorizing corner. We have truth and lie, the moon and the sun, order and chaos etc... I'd like to throw my hat into the ring and come up with another parallel as well. Mainly, fans have been writing about Blueberry Yogurt cookie, about corrupted!Pure Vanilla. The game have been hinting about pre-corruption!Beasts and the many ways the Ancients would've been corrupted as well. Yes, these two are mirror images, opposite yet so alike, they're each other's past and future.

PV may represents SM old, long-forgotten hopeful self, the beholder of the Light of Knowledge, the one who used to hold faith in cookiekind. In turn, SM represents a possible future for PV, one where he let the Soul jam power get to his head, one where he turned away from the light. SM is a warning, a herald for what's to come.

Eternally clashing ideas:

Maybe it's because Shadowvanilla is a relatively new and rare ship, or maybe I'm just that good at staying in my delulu shipping bubble, as I personally haven't seen much hate nor discussion about Shadowvanilla. But I find the thought of fans diminishing a ships because "it's toxic" frankly quite silly. Baffling! Befuddling even!

Conflict create intrigue. Oh, SM should stay away from PV? He's been traumatized enough? Poor weak little healer, can't fight back at all, can he? No. I want them to interact. I want their ideals to clash. I want Pure Vanilla to kicks Shadow Milk's ass while being true to himself and his kindness and reminds us why he's an Ancient Hero in the first place.

I like Shadowvanilla because by nature they are meant to clash. They share a unique bond that's hard to describe in simple relationship terms, they amplify each other's attribute amazingly, making me appreciate their in-game characterization even more. I simply can't wait to see where they go from here.

(Also psst Devsis, Devsis please take all the time you want, just don't screw up Spire of Deceit and Truth. Pure Vanilla fumbled HARD in odyssey, then spends the majority of Theater of Lies being jerked around both physically and metaphorically by Shadow Milk. Pls pls pls give old man Vanilly his well-deserved cool moment I beg of you-)

Do you ever think of Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla symbolism as a duo?

Yes, they're complete opposites but if you think about it, the opposites are not quite obvious. For example, Pure Vanilla represents Truth while Shadow Milk - Deceit. But as we know, Pure Vanilla lies quite often, even if it's not a big deal, and Shadow Milk always telling truth, just hide it among the lines. And the best of it, that they both know about that. Shadow Milk calls Pure Vanilla "the biggest liar" and Pure Vanilla admitting that not every Shadow Milk's line is a lie.

The second symbolism is a "Sun and Moon" symbolism.

Pure Vanilla represents light, life and designed in warm, yellow colours. On other hand, Shadow Milk represents darkness, havoc and moon. I believe that Shadow Milk is strongly tied to the Dark Side of the Moon magic and Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

But if you look at it in a different angle, you can see that Shadow Milk was the original holder of the souljam, but than, witches "purified" it and now Pure Vanilla holding only part of original power. Originally Shadow Milk's power. Just like the moon shines only because it reflects sun's light, the power that Pure Vanilla wields now, is nothing but a reflection of the original souljam.

Not to mention little things like their colour palettes that perfectly reversed or the King-Jester dynamic. They're so interesting in terms of symbolism and I'm really sick of people that put their pairing in frames of manipulations and unhealthy relationships. Yeah, it's probably realistic, but i don't think we can frame their entities and possible relationships in our frames and definitions of love. I don't want to be a Joy-killer, i really love and appreciate all the work that this fandom does, but i also really want people to see how much potential this two have.

P.S.: English is not my first language, srry, for the possible mistakes((

#of course it's ok if you wanna enjoy some toxic now and then #no judgment zone #Shadowvanilla have so much layers to them guys we should explore it more guyssss #said I the one who only draw Shadowvanilla crack lmao #sorry for all the grammatical mistakes #and the general unhinged-ness #this was a 3 am energy drink induced rant #I am barely conscious rn #crk #vanilla milkshake #shadowvanilla #analysis #character analysis #1m4 rambles

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comehomet0myheart · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @catgirl-dannyelfman

Three ships:

Hori x Kashima from GSNK because they are everything to me.

Zoya x Nikolai from the Grishaverse books, I’ve been into them lately. I’d hope that season two of Shadow and Bone does them justice, but that depends on how much the show wants to deviate from the books.

Raeda from TOH because I find myself enjoying relationships between people over 35 more these days. I like it when they have history.

First ship: If you want to be reaaally technical about it, the first time I remember shipping anything was when I read one of those ghost-written short chapter book series for kids (The Tiara Club, Silver Towers).

After learning what ships were, I would casually ship the popular pairings in any book fandom I was a part of. I think my first real ship was Masami from Legend of Korra. I was, and still am, a sucker for rich girl x poor boy. (Also, I thought they were both hot.) I slowly converted into a Korrasami fan though. Even as an eleven year old who barely knew about gay people, I thought their development was good.

Last song: Hits Different by Taylor Swift. (should've been on the standard!)

Last movie: Fantastic Mr. Fox. I've been watching Wes Anderson films lately, and was inspired by that tumblr post that was going around recently.

Currently reading: Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir and Salt Magic by Hope Larson.

Currently watching: I've recently started watching Buffy, even with my apprehensions regarding Joss Whedon projects, I feel like it's the kind of thing I'd enjoy.

Currently consuming: soy milk

Currently craving: sour candy

#tag games

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thewriterowl · 4 years ago

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Owl, I'm asking you some random headcannon about our favorite subject: Luke.

They could be about everything, his favorite colour, his childhood, if he prefer coffee or tea...

Everything.

Ooooh boy!! Baby Luke hours!

Luke is fine with tea, meh to coffee (unless it has a lot of cream and milk and sugar and caramel and whatnot), can drink liquor like a horse, but prefers hot chocolate and soda (if it exists in space). The boy likes sugar.

Favorite color is blue. He feels like it is cheating though since that's the color of his eyes. He liked green a lot before he found his crystal but he found he really loved the color once it really became part of him like that. He really loves anything in association with nature since he grew up in the desert. So water, forests, snow capped mountains...those are amazing to him. And, yeah, he likes black a lot.

Luke likes anything dog. If it is like a dog, he adores it.

He is also a massive fan of droids. He just finds them lovely and is able to make friends with almost any droid easily.

Luke is not as connected to food as he is to drinks. Put a cake in front of him and he will inhale it. Dessert is something he won't deny.

Luke will take any and every dare given to him (it drives his loved ones crazy). He is not as competitive as Leia (the perfectionist princess) but he needs to take on any challenge that comes his way.

He loves all things water and is actually very fond of snow. He had a poor experience at Hoth, but before that he was actually enjoying the time and had to touch the snow whenever he could. He had to get dragged back inside often because he can't control himself. He just wants to roll in it.

Luke has terrible self-esteem and has both a martyr and guilt complex.

Even with that, he is a sassy guy who would almost flirt with danger. not Kenobi level, Kenobi flirted with anything that moved after all, but so friendly and cheerful and ready to throw snark that it makes most unsure if he's being a flirt or not.

He doesn't seem to think about it. He just wants to be a brat. He likes being a brat.

Luke may be bi, I do see him like that, but I mostly see him as gay. But he drinks respect women juice and find them amazing. So before he understood his sexuality, he probably thought he was bi. Cause women of any species are so pretty! And they wore the best clothing. They were soft and strong and just wow! But apparently, he just really likes women but is not sexually attracted to them. It also helps that a lot of women seem to take a liking to him and he becomes their baby brother (even if he's older) instantly.

He also knew Han liked Leia but Leia chose to kiss him so it was more about bothering Han and earning this badge of honor from Leia than it was anything sexual (even before they realized they're twins--maybe it doesn't bother Luke as much as Leia cause she wanted to seduce him on some level to make Han jealous and get him to stop being so arrogant)

If there are memes in space, he would be chest deep into them. He'd send stuff to his friends all the time. Lando loves it, Leia just sends back something like "ha", and Han does his best to ignore it but laughs every time.

He was so the type to believe in ghosts before he realized Force Ghosts exist. He would be super interested in scary supernatural things but would also be so terrified. He might've needed to have a flashlight or something to chase away shadows when he was ten.

He would also be into yoga.

Don't ask him to do anything academic. He'll shut down. But he's super smart, he just didn't learn a lot from his school like other kids might've. So instead of asking Luke, "hey what's 2+2" ask, "man I only have two screws and I need four, can you go get me the rest?" and he'll get it. He can fix any droid, repair most any ship, learn controls quicker than any pilot, pick up techniques and wisdom and share it...just don't ask him something like "what's 2+2"

He's been kidnapped or attempted to be kidnapped so often he is for of apathetic to it.

Luke is also very apathetic to his own safety. This drives so many of his loved ones insane. "oh yeah, just crashed my ship, have a few broken bones, maybe internal bleeding, and fake hand is all messed up...how are you guys?"

He has lots of nightmare. He was able to keep this hidden until he and Din got together romantically. He tried to hide this by just meditating when they slept together and then just stayed awake once Din fell asleep. Din figures it out within the first week that Luke wasn't sleeping.

Luke loves hard. He wants to please the people he loves. he tends to worry he isn't enough and has to make sure everyone is happy and make up for them being around him.

It's easy for cruel senators to use Luke's kindness and guilt-complex against him. It works a few times. Then Din and Leia get word of it. It doesn't take long for it to stop. They try maybe one or two more times but Luke is always nabbed and thrown over Din's shoulder and taken away from his ship. Once they overhear how they get Luke to take these missions...well, they take care of it and no senator approaches Luke again.

Luke is unconsciously romantic. He just runs on instinct and just provides things. He compliments Din all the time, gives him really thoughtful and sweet gifts, tries to learn Mando'a, finds what he can about Din's culture and the one he left behind when the war, figures out Din's childhood meals and makes it for them, even figures out some of Din's hobbies and provides him things for it. He also rarely handed them straight over. Din gets overwhelmed and he doesn't want to risk insulting him or making him upset. So he just leaves the items in his room with a letter of "for Din" or even something awkward like "here ya go!"

Luke has Din wrapped around his little finger.

#inbox #luke skywalker

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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BIGHIT vs BTS SHIPS The Difference Between Jikook and Taekook

I think I have explained the commercial value of ships when it comes to content marketing in one of my previous posts. But allow me to use this opportunity to address it in depth.

Bighit did not invent shipping. Shipping predates Kpop and plays a vital role in spiking interest, relevancy and longevity of that interest in a piece of marketed content. It sustains Audience Retention rates and improves engagement rates significantly. It is a powerful marketing tool when used right but I'm not going to get into all that in this post.

Fact is BigHit does benefit from shipping culture because it is one way they keep the audience engaged with BTS content even when they aren't putting out new content for the market to consume. BTS ships serve the same purpose as all the Run, Soop, Bon voyage and myriads of sub content they put out. You may not watch Run every day, but if you are a shipper you will like a ship post at least once a day.

Shipping is organic and costs nothing unlike most other marketing strategies available to the marketer. TV programs such as Harry Potter (Dont lie. I know you shipped Hermoine and Harry. I did too. *tears) Star wars, Friends, Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, Shadow Hunter to name a few have all benefited from shipping culture significantly.

Can BigHit do without ships? Absolutely. They would be a fool to though. Shipping is just one of the many resource options available to a marketer. It bridges the gap in between formal contents and keep interest in a brand going.

I smirk when some people dismiss shipping, look down on shippers or make ignorant and ill informed comments about shipping culture in general. Audience retention and engagement is king in today's economy and BigHit taps into this resource very well.

All BTS ships are thus relevant and valid. All of them. Unfortunately, this is a numbers games. Numbers play a key role in the commercial value of a ship. And it is a fact universally acknowledged that Taekook and Jikook are ships with the most number of fans and as such provides higher engagement rates within a marketing context.

Taekook is the biggest ship not just in BTS but in Kpop. It is followed closely by Jikook. Does that mean all the ships are nothing but shallow interactions engineered to keep us tethered to BTS for as and when they are ready to sell a product to us? NO.

I don't see BigHit actively curating these ships and masterminding them.

What I mean is, I don't think BigHit is asking the members to interact or even forcing them to interact- except in recent moments but that is another topic for another day.

BTS interact with eachother from their own free will. Of course no two interactions are going to be the same as no two relationships are the same. We cannot compare Taegi to Jikook or Taekook to Jikook or even to VMin because the friendship between Jimin and V is not the same as between V and Jin etc.

No one is forcing Jungkook to interact with Jimin. No one is forcing Tae not to interact with JK. It's absurd to think in such a way.

They all interact with eachother and provide that content for BigHit's use. All BigHit does is decide when to show us that content as and if they want to show it to us at all. They are a business and all these ships are just marketing resources and so they will show us a ship's content in a way that advances their business marketing strategy.

However, if two people within a ship barely interact or do not interact at all with eachother then there wouldn't be any content on them for BigHit to promote or use in their marketing campaigns to begin with.

What I'm saying is, if Taekook sells- as in if there are a lot of people interested in seeing their content(which there are) and those two individuals actually have moments together on or off camera, then in their estimation BigHit will market that content to us. If Jikook sells they will sell it to us; as long as none of these ships are damaging to the reputation and business of BigHit.

[CONTROVERSIAL TOPIC BELOW- Proceed with caution.]

A ships value to BigHit, in my opinion, is contingent on its commercial value as discussed above but if that ship causes BigHit to lose money rather than gain, if a ship negatively affects the business or reputation of BigHit then that ship is as good as dead. They will kick that ship off the spotlight real fast.

Taekook and Jikook have both had moments like this where they are temporarily taken off the spotlight or even asked to tone things down. We've all seen it don't argue with me.

Not everything BigHit does is about these ships. BigHit is a brand in of its own. They have several other brands under their brand and they can't afford to ruin their brand image or any of their artists.

They will not hesitate to shut down a ship if it is doing more harm than good. They did it to Taekook when that ship was in it's hay days. As soon as they started recieving a ton of negative press that is when they started getting 'seperated' -on stage anyway. I don't think they were seperated or asked not to interact off camera. Clearly they do. They are friends after all.

BigHit does the same thing to Jikook whenever they start recieving negative attention. But we see them interacting backstage nevertheless and usually this happens at the same event they get 'separated at.'

It's nothing personal, just business.

[Controversial content ahead. Proceed with caution]

At this point, I know you would be asking why Taekook seemed to have dimmed as a ship where BigHit is concerned but Jikook recieve the same negative press and yet they still market Jikook and shine more light on it....

A Taekooker friend whom I had this discussion with pointed out to me that it seems whenever Jikook receives a ton of negative press BigHit claps back with more Jikook content and in an aggressive way yet has it being Taekook we wouldn't get any content outside official content for a whole year.

To be fair, BigHit treats all ships equally in my opinion. Jikook gets penalized for certain moments just as much as Taekook or any ship gets punished. Example, after the New Jersey VLive Jikook were banned(allegedly) from doing a Vlive on their own for a whole year and after the ban was lifted their VLive was monitored the same way Taekook's Vlive was monitored.

Secondly, perhaps they keep pushing Jikook content because that is all they have? Perhaps, they have more Jikook content than Taekook?

Jikook spend so much time around each other and they don't mind their interactions being filmed as content. Not because they are doing fan service but more so because they are lowkey exhibitionists or exhibit exhibitionist tendencies. Lol. More on that later.

When it comes to Taekook; Tae have said once that JK avoids him off camera which I assume by that he meant Jk doesn't interact with him much off camera. Now it could also be that Jk was not on good terms with him during that particular period which is normal because friends fight.

Jk have also said him and Tae's relationship is not for the cameras and I assume by that he meant they are both are not comfortable providing content for Bighit to use as marketing because as I said all these ship interactions are by their own free will. Bighit can't force Taekook to interact and if Taekook hasn't given them permission to air certain moments they just can't.

Or... or....

The reason BigHit pushes back with more Jikook content even after negative press is because Jikook is real. DEADASS.

Hear me out. Calling Taekook out for promoting Homosexuality in S.K will be deemed negative press if Taekook are not gay or in an actual romantic relationship. Calling Jikook out for promoting homosexuality will not be deemed as negative press but an abuse if Jikook are in fact gay and in a gay relationship with eachother.

BigHit is not homophobic. Bang PD is known for his openly support for members of the LGBTQ plus community. If people hate on Jikook because of their moment he will sympathize with them and shove that in your face.

While Taekook negative press will be a nuance, Jikook negative press will be revolution and BigHit will make a statement: a statement that says they stand with LGBTQ plus community PERIOD.

They will do this not for money but for the boys so they feel loved and supported. So Jikook knows they are not in this fight alone especially coming from a highly homophobic society as S.K.

The thing about Jikook is, Jikook is real. That alone gives BigHit a competitive advantage in the Industry. It means Jikook produce more content for BigHit over any other pair and that content is juicy. It's similar to how companies want exclusive access to certain power couples in the industry. If Jikook are real and BigHit have access to them, exclusive access mind you, then that places BigHit above the competition business wise.

Think of Jikook and BigHit as the Kardashians and Entertainment company behind them. Jikook has given BigHit partial access to their private lives extending beyond the access they have over BTS.

If Taekook or any ship give similar access to them we will see more of them. If they give BigHit content we will see more of them. It's as simple as that.

Jikook is a brand and BigHit is their brand manager. This means BigHit gets more content from Jikook and is at liberty to use that content any how they want and milk the shit out of it. In return, BigHit has a duty to protect Jikook and so no. When Jikook gets negative press due to homophobia BigHit is not going to cancel them.

May be chill on them for a while, because that exposure they give Jikook can be traumatizing for Jikook especially if the feedback is negative.

What I'm saying is, where Taekook would be asked to chill and lay low from public scrutiny it will be because BigHit wants to protect their business interest whereas in Jikook's case it would be to protect Jikook themselves. If Taekook are both gay and in a relationship with each other BigHit would do same for them.

I don't think BigHits marketing tactics however affects the status of Jikook, Taekook or any other ship's relationship in any way. Jikook is real whether it is made the center of attention or not. Taekook could be real regardless of whether they are marketed or not. Just because a certain ship is put under the spotlight doesn't mean that ship is 'real' neither does that negate the genuine friendship that exists between members of other ships.

It is weird to me when people associate BigHits business tactics to the validity of their ship. There is no correlation. BigHit is a business, BTS are their artists that make them money- all BTS not just two members from a ship. BTS is one of the most powerful brands in the world right now.

BigHit will explore and exploit all the relationships within the group, platonic or otherwise, if that will help them sell more albums or even Icecream.

Jikook gives BigHit a competitive advantage more so than any other ship in BTS not just because they are the second largest ship in South Korea but because Jikook are shaping out to be a power couple and Icons for the LGBTQ community. There is a reason why companies rush to support Pride month parades. I'll leave it there.

So no, I don't see it as BigHit highlighting the ship of the era as you put it or alternating between Jikook and Taekook as and when. BigHit has a business to run, shipping plays a vital role in its business marketing strategy but not everything is about these ships.

The members have a role to play in creating content for these ships and Bighit won't hesitate to market it if the content is quality entertainment, consensual and plays to their overall marketing scheme.

This means if Jikook ship content are boring they will choose to show a much entertaining ship content over them. Nothing personal.

I just think they treat Jikook differently because as much as they want to pander to our delusional shipping interests, they owe Jikook a duty to protect them from homophobic people. When you hate on any ship in BTS, BigHit assumes you are nuts but when you hate on Jikook BigHit will immediately assume you are both nuts and homophobic.

Promoting Jikook is business but it is also validation and acceptance and support. Bighit has a proclivity for sensitizing us to Jikook and normalizing their relationship.

If Taekook are also in a gay relationship they will be treated the same and I will support them the same. But to me, I believe Jikook are real and therefore Taekook and Jikook are mutually exclusive. Both cannot be real at the same time.

Ship whatever you want but support Jikook and stan all seven.

Signed,

GOLDY

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r00en · 5 years ago

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Still Good Chapter 11

Caught in the Act!

All Might takes a moment to dish out his own form of Justice to a very special fan.

All Might x Reader (OC)

"We are very sorry about any inconvenience this has caused the school!" The clumsy couple said in unison. Both bowing low in the Principals office as the all but begged forgiveness for their public blunder.

Principal Nezu sat quietly. Sipping his tea and watching the two employees fidget on the spot. Clearly distressed but just as determined to be clear and honest with their admittance of guilt. On his desk sat a small tabloid paper. Black and white low budget photos slashed across it's cover with grainy wording. 'All Might's Secret Lover?!'. The main picture was hard to make out but clearly the massive back of the number one hero in dark lighting. Bent low with something held tight in his arms. Squinting you could see someone there. So much smaller next to the hulking hero but held up in his embrace. Light catching off what appeared to be glasses on the faceless civilian.

It had been an accident really. The last day before classes were meant to resume Toshi wanted to make some public appearances. Stop some petty crime and let himself be seen by as many people as possible. He had a little longer than an hour as he guessed but if he divided that time up he could stretch it to about three with breaks in between. So he went out on patrol. A normal and rather common thing for him to do. Paladin had wanted to make a day of it herself, using his time out and about to get a bit of shopping done for the both of them.

He ran into her by accident. After catching a simple purse snatcher and shaking some hands he spotted her coming out of a pet store which seemed rather odd as neither of them owned any pets. He followed her for a few minuets, darting around roof tops and trying to stay out of sight. Seeing her sneak into a near by ally way peaked his curiosity. She was feeding a stray kitten! Toshi damn near melted on the fire escape he was perched on. She had a small plastic bowl set up with a little blanket fort of sorts. She was changing the blankets out for something more clean and fluffy. God this woman.....

Having had enough of his creepy stalking he hopped down from his hiding spot. Trying to strike his normal heroic pose. "Well well well! It seem's I caught a criminal! Thought you could hide in the shadows evil do'er?!" His voice vibrating with all the flare and showmen-ship he put on for his real heroing. It worked well enough to startle the little nurse, poor thing jumped about three feet from her crouched position. Kitten clutched tightly in her arms she swung around with wide and almost terrified eyes until they landed on his massive slightly shadowed body. Taking a few seconds to steady her breathing and possibly restart her heart, and possibly ogle him a bit in his tight spandex she gave up the fight with the kitten in her arms and tried her best to put on a criminal smirk. It wasn't working. She always looked far too cute no matter how hard she tried to seem menacing.

"It seem's you caught me! And I thought I could get around the great All Might...but arn't you suppose to tell me what crime I've committed? Or is feeding cat's against the law now?" It might have been. Toshi knew she wasn't exactly well versed in Japanese law. Less so district to district. But he wasn't so concerned with that in this moment. Stalking his way closer, keeping up his little act he planted himself tall in front of her. Enjoying just how little she was when he was like this. She was little all the time compared to him but in his hero form it was a drastic difference. Only managing to reach his mid section at best. A perfect height to just bend ever so slightly and- NO! Absolutely not! He was not about to picture that! Not now...not when he was wearing the worlds most form fitting costume. His jaw twitched slightly trying to banish the image from his mind giving a little shake of his blond head he bent himself lower to grin at her.

"Stealing a hero's heart is a rather serious crime! And I've caught you red handed little miss. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you." Her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Not expecting him to say something so accidentally provocative. Toshi himself felt his own face dust red. He was trying to avoid such perverted nonsense right now god damn it! He watched her fidget on the spot. Glancing to the kitten a few feet away that had all but forgotten their existence as it happily lapped away at the gifted milk and wet food she brought. "Well...." her voice was meek but laced with a heat Toshi wasn't expecting. "I suppose you'll have to punish me then...I can't promise I won't do it again after all...." The tension between them was thick and heavy. Each one still baffled that they had kept this little act up for so long. Neither were very used to such teasing yet. Toshi especially was teetering on the edge of another heart attack as he felt her fingers trace the lines of his abs through his suit. Swallowing hard he brought his massive arms around her time frame and scooped her up forcing her to let out a tiny squeak of surprise. Her body felt hot against his own which was surely running like a furnace given how much he was starting to sweat.

Her legs wrapped around his middle as best they could. He was so thick and bulky she was struggling to manage even that much but his support and strength had no trouble keeping her steady. Forcing the both of them back to press her hard against the rough ally wall. Toshi hoped the dumpster next to them would be enough cover as he inched his face closer to her's. So desperately wanting to kiss her. He was so close he could feel her little panting breaths heat his cheeks. Mint. She smelled like fresh mint and vanilla bean from her morning coffee. He could just about taste it. "Don't think I'll go easy on you..." he teased. His voice little more than a growl that rumbled his chest and sent a shiver down her spine that he could feel in his groin. She liked that. She liked when he teased her and threw his weight around. Looming over her like a predator ready to pounce. It excited them both. So close. His eyes caught her little tongue swipe her lips getting ready for what he assumed was about to be a rather intense make out session...in public no less. Just another centimetre and-

A bright white flash caught them both by surprise. On instinct Toshi curled himself forward to cover the small body in his arms as if attempting to shield her from what his mind told him was an attack. Another few clicks and it registered that it was a camera. Damn it! This was bad. His hand moved to cover her head and hold her flush against his chest trying to both keep her steady against him and protect her face from any picture that might expose her identity. He wasn't going to stick around and answer any questions or give this busy body and more chances. He needed to get them both out of there and fast. "Hold on to me." He snapped, angry at himself, the sneaky reporter, the situation...but mostly himself. A single quick hop and he was well above the rooftops of the buildings they were trying to hide between. He was taking no more chances, putting as much distance between them and the ally way as possible. Praying that who ever it was that caught them didn't have a quirk to catch up.

'Stupid Toshi! That was so stupid! You put her in danger and for what?!' Everyone was going to know now. Were they meant to keep it a secret? Was it really so dangerous that her identity be out in public? Perhaps a few months ago it would have been fine, after all who in their right mind would threaten the lover of Japans number one hero? But now with the villain attack so fresh and their apparent grudge against him personally it felt all too risky. As much as he wanted to tell himself that Paladin was a pro hero and could stick up for herself....U.S.J proved that these criminals were far more advanced than excepted. He was in no shape to protect her. Not long term anyway. Not like this.

They were possibly a whole new district away by the time Toshi settled on a high roof top well away from any onlookers. It would take a helicopter to spot them here and given the more residential area that was a low end risk. Carefully he unwound his arms from her and let her feet hit the ground. Smoothing out her wild wind swept hair and trying his best to steady her on wobbly legs. "When I said I wanted to go for a ride some time I was more thinking a casual skip around a park. Not a sudden rush for our lives." She laughed still in good spirits but the slight tinge of worry laced her voice. He couldn't hide his grim expression. Crossing his arms in a mild huff as he tried not to let too much of his worry show. "I don't think they saw me. At least not much." she was busy trying to untangle bits of her hair seemingly unfazed by the whole ordeal. "It's a good thing you have those power legs of your still otherwise we might have some awkward explaining to do....oh gosh I can't believe we almost-" she was giggling now fussing over her heated cheeks and trying her best not to look at him. Playing the part of a sweet fluster school girl who got caught kissing her boyfriend in the supply closet. Close enough. But Toshi couldn't shake the pit in his gut. This wasn't good.

He pulled her forward into a tight, more protective like hug. Needing to do something with his hands that were now trying hard not to hold so tightly to her back. Rather he let his fingers tug softly at the end of her hair. "I'm so sorry. I know know better than that, it was foolish...reckless....stupid-" He was going to start punishing himself and as if on que she pushed back against his wall of a body and shoved him off playfully. Startling the hero who stumbled back just enough to look at her clearly disgruntled face. Cheeks puffy and hot with anger. She hardly ever looked at him like that. Only when he started his little self hate sessions really. Now being an opportune moment for one after all. He was going to get yelled at....finding himself shrinking back slightly ready for her scolding.

"Toshinori I mean honestly! You are a normal man with normal needs! You have every right to sneak away to kiss your girlfriend behind a dumpster in the middle of work, just like everyone else!" True. He turned a bit bashful at her words. Slicking back his hair with a heavy sigh. "I won't say I minded...in fact I'm a little annoyed that we got caught...."

"Y-you are?" He blinked down at her. Eyes hidden by the dark shadow of his well worn face. The dark expression gone as he felt a bit more relaxed by her goofy reprimand. She was in a little huff. Arms crossed and tapping her foot like she was trying to quiet a restless class. Head nodding back at him.

"Is it really too much to ask to have a moment in public with my hulking hero of a boyfriend." She always threw around their relationship titles when he was upset. It helped more than he was willing to admit. It made him swell with happiness and pride. Feeling wanted warmed him. She nuzzled back against his chest. Well as much of it as she could reach and he returned the gesture by caging her with his massive arms. Leaning low to cover her with as much of his body as he could. "I know this is bad. But I can't ever regret anything I do with you. No matter how....embarrassing. I know why we can't say anything publicly. Though it would make life a lot easier. It's just so frustrating."

That was the other dark thought that kept creeping in when ever they spoke about this sort of thing. Being together like this was wonderful but they had to be careful. Had to keep everything a secret and sneak around in the dark. His massive hand cupped her cheek and forced her grumpy face to angle up at him. "There is nothing I want more than to tell the world about our love. It would be quiet the story too! Number One Hero finds love at last!" They both shared a little chuckle between them before he pushed her head back down against him. "But right now....with the league of villains emerging, my weakened state..." His fingers clutched a bit of her hair to cool his growing nerves "I want to protect you. And the best way for me to do that is to pretend I don't exist in your life like this. I hate it. It makes me feel sick thinking about us like some dirty secret we must keep from the world. It makes it feel so wrong when it's anything but." He wasn't really sure why he was explaining this to her. She was so smart and they had spoken at length about the need for secrecy. At least for now. Perhaps it made him feel better. Reminding both her and himself that this was just temporary and neither were happy about it.

They could be frustrated together.

He hated that his mere existence was troublesome to her. She couldn't enjoy a normal, public relationship like everyone else. He denied her of that every day. She was pulling away again. Gracing him with a sweet and loving smile as she motioned for him to bend down. Rather he took a knee, nearly eye level with her even when he stooped so low. She bent and gave him a little kiss before setting to work smooth out his hair and playfully tugging on his upright bangs. "I've told you before, and I'll keep telling you until it get's through that thick skull of yours." Harsh but necessary. He was very dense when it came to emotion. "I love you Toshinoi. And if sneaky around a little for now is what it takes to be with you then so be it. Tis a small price to pay from the love and attention you give me daily." Her lips found his again, this time short and sweet but just what he needed. "I'm not here to be the number one hero's girlfriend. I'm here to be with you. One day people may know and we can soak up all that annoying attention then. For now the only eyes I want on me are you'res....If I could see them...." that caught him off guard and had him belly laughing so loud he thought it may draw attention to their rooftop hiding spot. He couldn't help it!

"My dear! Is there anything at all you can't cure with that wit of yours!" He was back on her in an instant. Spinning her around in the sudden rush of joy and excitement. Even tossing her once for good measure. "That passion is what I love about you! Always so quick to make me smile when I'm down and out, and here I'm meant to be the Symbol of Peace!" they were laughing together now, her happy voice like a million tiny bells to his ears. Holding her high and above him still so the wind caught her hair and the setting sun cast beautiful orange light across her shining face. "I should strive to be more idealistic! Make the best of a bad situation! I'm All Might for goodness sake I should start acting like it again!" Once their laughter died down at their breathing slowed Paladin looked off into the distance. From her higher height she could see well above the rooftops off into the glittering ocean view that was still a few miles off. But all Toshi could look at was her. Beautiful and glowing in the dying sunlight.

She seemed to get her fill of the view, grinning back down at him again. "Shall we go home my big strong hero?" He returned that look. Hooking his arms under her knees to carry her like a bride, the very idea painting his cheeks pink and set his mind spinning with images of a wedding, church bells and the very idea of calling her 'wife'. He hushed his own wild imagination. 'Now that is far too soon....' it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy those thoughts for a while. Act like it was something they could one day do. Pretend that he had time.

'No! Not today and not now!' He was happy in this moment and he would be damned if his aggressive self loathing would take that away from him. Holding her close his powerful legs get one single leap and they were off.

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The soft sip of tea was the only sound to cut through the thick tension. Nezu always did like to take his time. Let his pray dangle on a string. If Toshi didn't know any better he would have believed the Principal had it out for humans in his own way. The thought made his skin crawl a bit. Beyond that his back was starting to hurt this bow was going on for so long but he dare not break it. There was a lot to be sorry for after all.

"Well it can't be helped. Lucky for us this is just tabloid rumor that no one will take very seriously. No one got a good look at our dear nurses face so for all anyone can tell All Might was just rescuing some random stranger. At least that is how we will spin it on our end." Another sip. Shorter this time. "But in doing so we did need to inform the rest of the staff of your relationship. What ever it may be or how ever serious. It's important that all staff are on the same page with these things."

'Damn, that meant Aizawa was sure to find out.' Toshi felt his teeth click together in a tight grimace.

"If it can't be helped....we are sorry for the trouble this may be causing the staff and the school. It was never our intention to go public even among our close friends. Toshi wanted to keep it as privet as possible." She was always starting to cover for his mistakes. He felt his gut twist in shame but when he looked over at her she was grinning. No matter how worried her tone was, no matter how upsetting this new situation she still smiling. He had to return it, lips twitching up as if they were two school kids giggling in the back of class.

Nezu cleared his throat, hopping down from his chair to make his way to the office door. "There is no policy prohibiting staff members from dating so the two of you arn't in any trouble. I believe some of the staff even had a betting pool as to when you would get together. No harm done in the long run I say. But do try and be more careful. The school is facing a lot of scrutiny after the villain attack so it would be best to try and say as discreet as possible."

They both took a low bow against, the small mammal giving them a smile and a nod in return as he opened the door to leave. "Oh and Paladin, do remember to speak to your grandmother. She's been rather cross that you didn't mention your new relationship with her." His tone was so off putting that even Toshi could feel his darling tremble on the spot next to him. A hand reached out to take hold of her's behind his back trying his best to hide the action from their boss. They just spoke about not doing this very thing but her nervous smile and twitching fingers made it hard for him not to comfort her.

"R-right...I'll be sure to do that thank you Mr. Principle." All she received was what seemed like a grim nod before the door snapped shut allowing both lovers to collapse back on the couch with a heavy sigh.

Long fingers covered his face, his breath coming out in heavy waves as he tried to still his hammering heart. Other hand holding tight to his beloved like a lifeline in a sea of crashing waves. "That was....better than expected." He chuckled, she was right. Even though they royally screwed up for at least this moment everything seemed like it was going to be alright.

"I mean look at the bright side! We don't need to sneak around school much at all! At least not in the teacher lounge anymore. Plus we can maybe even meet up with everyone else for drinks like we always talked about." While neither of them were overly social in their personal lives they did count their fellow teachers as friends but Paladin was so new to Japan and shortly after starting their relationship they we worried about a night out drinking with everyone; mostly Aizawa was asking for trouble. What if she had gotten drunk and let it slip? What if they did something like hold hands or he called her 'darling'. He was so used to it by now he wouldn't put it past himself...what if she reached across to wipe some rice from his face and he took a hold of her hand and kissed her fingertips ever so lovingly. The thought heated his cheeks, almost as much as the utter embarrassment of being caught in such a situation.

For now however this was a minor load off of both of their shoulders. The teasing would be relentless to be sure, but now their relationship no longer felt like some dirty little secret they were keeping from friends and in her case family. This was better. At least for now.

NOTES: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to pump out these chapters! I’m slowing down on the ideas I wanted to get out but that in no way means I’m done with these two! I’m just not able to throw chapters out two at a time every day, for that I am very sorry! I hope you keep reading though!

#all might x reader #all might/reader #still good #toshinori x reader #Toshinori Yagi #Nezu #MHA #fanfiction

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ask-them-bois · 5 years ago

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Hurt Him Some More (Final)

The night was young; the sky was still grey on the west horizon. Above, stars burst to life through the inky blackness as a million eyes that watched from the shadows. Nebulae and galaxies spread their impossible forms through the gaps, as the two moons bled their light across the glassy water.

It was cold, the salty air biting like the fangs of war dogs. Not a sound was to be heard; even the wind’s voice was hushed. The sharp brine and bitter scent of gunpowder drifted with the breeze. Even the water below barely burbled.

The world was holding its breath, no more than an ancient vase balanced on a precipice of primitive ruins, waiting for its slumber to be disturbed.

With the taste of his own blood on his tongue, Ruthless stood upon his Warshark’s deck. He watched as, silhouetted against the moon, the Dragon Star approached. He had very little time left. From the distance, it was no more than the size of his thumb, but Alastr would be upon him shortly.

It’s just like that night, he thought, raising his head to feel the wind brush past his hair and fins. Just like the night I lost her; it was this beautiful then, too. He opened his eyes and gazed up at the faint lights in the sky. There was a nebula above him that was her color. Are ye watching me, my love? Lend me yer strength.

Casting his gaze around his ship, he nodded once. He reached out, his claws gently running over the grains in the mast. His ship had outlasted him; she was still waiting when he had returned, hidden where he’d left her. She was old and tired; her wood was warped and her belly leaking, her sails tattered and ropes frayed. Just like him.

“O√e last fight, lass. Last o√e, I promise. The√ ye ca√ rest. I’ll sail ye ta the cove a√’ letcha rest o√ the sa√d.” He looked back out towards the Dragon Star, “Or we’ll both be √othi√’ but salvage. Either way, we do this together, aye? Show me that mighty stre√gth ye had before.” Deep in the bowels of the ship, he heard her groan. He chuckled dryly and pat the mast. “Atta girl.”

He fell silent once more as he watched the Dragon Star approach. This time, he thought, this time is definitely different. Neither had their crews to man the stations or fight alongside them. Neither had the strength they possessed that day. Ruthless himself had no will for this fight. His bloodlust had died when she did. Even now, as he wore his old uniform, he did not wear his pins and patches; those belonged to someone who perished with her. He reached into his coat and pulled out his necklace. Looped on a silver chain were a pair of rings. One was studded with emeralds, while the other was adorned with amethyst. He clenched his hand around them and kissed his knuckles.

“RUTHL£$$ D££PBIT£!!”

And just like that, the night was broken. The vase wobbled closer to its edge. The captain raised his head to see the Dragon Star glide up beside him, so that they were side by side. Of course, the Dragon Star was in pristine condition; Ruthless had no doubt he’d put it back together once he had returned. Standing on its deck was Alastr Afasia, in all his glory. The bronzeblood raised his boot and placed it on the edge, leaning forward with his elbow on his knee.

“Ar£ you r£ady, old man? It’$ tim£ for you to join that worthl£$$ w£n€h you w££p for!” Forsaken called across the water. Ruthless slid the necklace back into his coat and stepped forward.

“√o, Alastr. Where she has go√e, I ca√’t follow. But I’ll meet ye dow√ there eve√tually.” He said, his voice even and emotionless. Forsaken tisked, before he laughed cruelly.

“P£rhap$ you’r£ right. $o,” He reached into his trench coat and pulled out his pistol, aiming it at Ruthless’ face. He cocked the hammer, “got any la$t word$ for th£ living?” Ruthless merely shook his head.

“Ye’re pathetic, Alastr.” He said tiredly, “A thousa√d years, a√’ ye ca√’ let thi√gs go. I √ever did a√ythi√’ ta ye. A√’ whatever I did do ta ye, I did√’t mea√ ta. I √ever k√ew ye existed ‘til ya killed Lucy.” He took another step forward, “Ye’re the o√e that destroyed my world, √ot the other way arou√d.”

Forsaken seemed to falter for a moment; it was slight, but his pistol dipped towards the deck, before his expression hardened and he jerked it back up.

“Liar! Your fan€y word$ won’t $av£ you h£r£, £-”

“Do √ot!” Ruthless cut him off, a snarl now on his lips, “Ye do√’ get ta say my √ame! O√ly she ca√ say my √ame!” Forsaken paused, before he laughed.

“Fin£, what£v£r. Your nam£ €an fall to th£ bottom of th£ o€£an along with your €orp$£.” He spat. He tensed as a thought occurred to him, before he brightened. “A€tually, your body won’t mak£ it that far. $hall I introdu€£ you to the on£ who will g£t to it fir$t?”

“What-” Ruthless began, as Forsaken swung his arm around and fired into the water. The gunshot cracked through the air, the bullet disappearing into the waves. As the ringing died away, a rumble filled the air. It was deep- subsonic- Ruthless could feel it in his very bones.

That was not a rumble, he realized with a cold shock of fear, but a roar.

Something under the water was responding to the gunshot.

He barely had the mind to lunge, to grab the mast and hold on, as the ocean exploded.

Sea water blasted into the air around him, climbing higher than the turbulent waves in a storm, as another roar- now unmuted by the water- swelled through the air, filling the empty space until Ruthless felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The unholy, righteous fury behind the sound made him go cold. That was a sound that even banshees and demons ran from. It could curdle milk, boil blood, and make even the stars quiver and weep. He heard the boards in his ship crack with the force behind it as the Warshark was tossed to and fro by the waves.

Still, she stayed upright, and Ruthless could only watch as a humongous serpentine head rose from the chaotic, frothing sea. He didn’t realize he was shouting until water fell on his tongue. The once clear sky was suddenly swirling with dark clouds, which crackled and lit up with lightning. Thunder undercut the sounds around him, before the sky opened and rain fell with the sea water.

Distantly, he heard Forsaken cackle.

“YOU MAY HAV£ HAD A M£GALODON RUTHL£$$, BUT I, I HAV£ A L£VIATHAN!!” He howled with glee.

Ruthless clutched the mast tighter as he watched the ungodly monster rise. His mind could barely comprehend the size of the beast. It was just- too fucking big, and he was only seeing a portion of it. Its scales were black, black as the void of night, but its teeth- its teeth were blindingly white as it opened its mouth and screamed. Finally, it turned to face him, and Ruthless stared into the eyes of his own oblivion.

Those were the eyes of the devil, he thought. Eyes so red, so deep, deep red, that even the Empress would hesitate to touch the color. Those eyes lived for nothing but to watch carnage and slaughter. Those eyes had seen the gods and laughed at their pitiful powers. Those eyes held a hunger that could not be sated, even if the monster swallowed the stars themselves.

As sea water washed across the deck, drenching the captain, he felt his resilience fail. He could not fight that thing, and he knew it. He dug his claws into the wood and turned away, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the end.

“Alastr!”

A voice cried out, nearly buried under the noise, and Ruthless jerked around to look.

Upon the Dragon Star’s deck, a pillar of fire erupted. Ruthless flinched as one appeared on his own ship. Out of the flames stepped Decaying, Incoding, Innocent, and Musrio. On Forsaken’s ship, Drayco emerged from their own pyre, once more in their Black Hand Form. All five of them stumbled as they stepped onto the rocking decks, but they stayed upright.

“What the hell are ye doi√’ here?!” Ruthless shouted at his morails and the rustbloods. If they answered, he couldn’t hear it as thunder shook the sky. Musrio met his eye and grimaced, before he tipped his head towards the Dragon Star.

Glancing at the monstrous serpent, he saw it dip back below the waves momentarily, only to reappear on the other side of their ships; it was circling them. It wasn’t here to kill him, he realized with faint relief, it was to keep him from running away; or at least, it wouldn’t kill him until Alastr gave the word. Safe for the moment, Ruthless turned back to the bronzebloods.

They looked like they were arguing, but Ruthless could barely hear past the rush of blood in his ears. Drayco’s tattoo- the skeletal hand- was glowing against their skin as they raised their claws.

“Enoough oof this! Yoour fight will resoolve noothing! Send yoour moonster away!” Drayco bellowed, their voice deep and commanding, stronger than Ruthless had ever heard it.

“You und£r$tand nothing, you path£ti€ €hild! G£t out of my way!” Forsaken snarled. Drayco braced their feet.

“Noo! Yoou must listen too me! Yoou will die if yoou coontinue!” They cried, almost pleadingly.

“$il£n€£! The only on£ who will di£ h£r£ is Ruthl£$$! Mov��!”

“Please, Foors-” They got no further. Snarling, Forsaken raised his pistol and pointed it at them.

“G£t! Out! Of! My! Way!” He shrieked, spittle flying from his lips and his eyes popping wide. He’s lost his mind, Ruthless thought, swallowing heavily.

“NO!” Musrio screamed.

Several things happened then; Ruthless watched them all in slow motion, like he was going frame-by-frame in a movie.

First, Forsaken squeezed the trigger.

Second, a burst of fiery light flashed on the Warshark’s deck, followed by another one appearing on the Dragon Star, not a moment later, situated between the ancestor and descendant.

Third, Musrio leaped from that fire, his arms out wide as he threw himself towards the pirate, his robes flapping in the wind.

Fourth, thunder cracked and lightning flashed as dark red blood sprayed through the air, and Musrio crumpled to the deck.

Time snapped back into place like a rubber band as the gunshot rang out, and Drayco was screaming. Forsaken was laughing. Innocent, Decaying and Incoding were shouting.

And Ruthless was running.

He ran for the edge of his ship, tagging the side of it with his palm as he vaulted over. There were mere feet between the two vessels, and he cleared the gap easily, ripping his sabers from their sheaths.

Blood was roaring in his ears as he spared a glance at the fallen boy. Just like her, his head sang; he fell just like her.

A fury, a rage that had been building for a thousand years, a frenzy held back by booze and regret and the gentle paps of his morails, burst within his chest like firecrackers overloaded with gunpowder.

The vase had shattered.

Screaming, he barreled into Forsaken, sending him flying across his own ship.

“Drayco! Get Musrio ta me ship!” Ruthless thundered, glancing back only momentarily. Drayco, who’d dropped to their knees beside the bleeding rust, looked up and nodded, gathering their fallen matesprit in their arms. A burst of fire, and they were on the Warshark with the others, who immediately rushed to assist the fallen troll.

Forsaken was picking himself up, groaning weakly. Rain pounded the deck around them as he got to his feet. As he rose, his mask fell from his face and clattered to the floor. Snarling, he kicked it away. He turned to face Ruthless, his only eye bright with wrath and insanity.

The left side of his face was disgustingly marred; the skin was all but gone, revealing bone and muscle that had turned black. His eye was gouged out, the hole oozing thick blood as thin flaps of skin- what was once his eyelid- fluttered in the wind. Even a chunk of his nose was missing, blown off with the rest of it.

Forsaken bared his teeth at Ruthless, who had frozen in shock. “THI$ I$ WHAT YOU DID TO M£, RUTHL£$$ D££PBIT£!! THI$, AND MOR£!!” He howled, spittle flying from his lips. He reached into his coat for his pistols, but found them gone. Eye wide, he cast around the deck frantically, and saw them lying behind Ruthless.

Ruthless braced his feet, his face set and grim.

“I did√’ do shite, Alastr, but yer go√√a pay fer what you did.” He snarled in a low voice; the voice he once had, full of command and grandeur, befitting one of his status. He could feel the rush in his veins again; the call for blood and glory, the siren song of the merciless kill.

Before the lowblood could move, the captain was upon him, rocketing towards him with his sabers raised.

“THIS IS FOR LUCI√A!!!” He boomed, his voice lifted higher by the thunder that crashed around them. As the leviathan roared, Forsaken threw his arms up to shield himself.

Blood splattered the deck, only to be washed away by the rain. Lightning flashed so bright it blinded the others, who stood upon the Warshark. When their vision returned, they peered through the torrential rain and waves.

Innocent took a step forward, but Decaying grabbed his arm. Innocent paused and glanced at him, confused.

“Th- shark and snak- hav- m-t th-ir fat-, and n_w th- b-ast shall awak-.*” The madman rumbled. Innocent blinked, pulling down his mask as he looked out at the Dragon Star. *(The shark and snake have met their fate, and now the beast shall awake.)

Ruthless panted, his whole body trembling as he looked down at his foe. Impaled through the chest and shoulder, his blood pooling around him as he fought for breath, Forsaken blinked up at him. Ruthless had him pinned to the deck, with one boot on his stomach as he bent over the lowblood.

Forsaken gurgled and coughed, blood spattering his lips as he blinked at the seadweller with a suddenly clear eye.

“Ruth... l£$$...” He wheezed through grit teeth. With the arm that wasn’t pinned, he reached up and grabbed the violetblood’s sleeve. “pl£a$£... my pistol$... I- I want to- n££d to- d- ah- di£ with my w£apon$...” He pleaded, his voice barely more than a croak as he forced each word out. Ruthless hesitated, but nodded. He stepped off the dying troll and walked over to the abandoned guns. Picking them up, he moved back to Forsaken and placed them in each hand. The bronzeblood gripped them tightly, but made no move to attack. He sighed a soft, “Thank you.” and closed his eyes.

Suddenly exhausted, Ruthless crumpled to his hands and knees beside him. He looked down at the bronze for a long moment as their breathing got fainter.

“I’m sorry, Alastr. I du√√o what I did, but I’m sorry it drove ye ta this. I √ever wa√ted a√y o’ this. Ye took me wife away, a√d I- I did√’ eve√ go dow√ sweari√’ ve√gea√ce. I just- I wa√ted ta see Luci√a agai√. I may √ever get ta, but- it’s too late √ow, ai√’t it? I’m sorry.”

Forsaken was silent, his breathing slow and tepid. He opened his eye and stared up at the rain, before he chuckled weakly.

“... Warhound.” he rasped. Ruthless looked at him.

“What?”

“H£r nam£... i$ Warhound now. Lu€ina “Warhound” £v- £vrr£n. $h£’$ looking for you, too, but $h£ ha$n’t mad£ it ba€k to the world of th£ living y£t.” He coughed, forcing each word through numb lips.

“What the blazes are ye-?” He started, but Forsaken took a deep, shuddering breath, his grip going lax on his pistols.

He let the breath out slowly, and breathed no more.

Ruthless shut his mouth and clenched his jaw. He sat there a moment more, then rose to his feet. As he ripped his sabers from the corpse, the Dragon Star rocked violently; down below, he felt the vibrations of the leviathan’s roar.

“Ah, fuck. I fergot about the big bitch.” He muttered, sliding his blades back into his belt. He turned and ran for the edge of the ship, vaulting back over to the Warshark. He paused to get his footing, then jogged over to the others; the rain was still falling, but not as heavily now. He opened his mouth, ready to tell them off for coming when he’d expressively told them not to do that, but shut it again at the sight of Musrio.

Drayco was bent over the rustblood, who was laid out on his back, propped up on one elbow. Drayco had pulled down his robes to reveal the wound; Forsaken’s bullet had ripped straight through his left chest, most likely through his heart. It was bleeding steadily, the white of his robes already red. Musrio, his teeth clenched, kept his other hand over the wound and growled each time Drayco tried to touch him. His hand was covered in his own blood and glowing a dull white.

Incoding glanced up, the first to notice Ruthless’ presence. “He’s try1ng t0 heal the w0und h1mself,” He explained quietly, “but F0rsaken must have had s1lver bullets 0r s0me sh1t, because 1t w0n’t cl0se.”

“Not silver.” Musrio snarled, “The fucking sxlt- I cxn’t concentrxte with the stinging xnd thxt stupid snxke.” He suddenly flopped back, his head hitting the deck as he panted. Drayco leaned over him, an anxious whine in their throat. Musrio opened his eyes and blinked up at them.

“Are yoou gooing too die, Mush?” They asked quietly. Musrio pursed his lips.

“No.” He grunted, gritting his teeth in pain, “Don’t think I cxn, even if I wxnted to. My job’s not done. Plus...” He sighed, reaching up to touch Drayco’s cheek, “I’m not done with you yet. Ribbit.”

“Done... with me?” Drayco repeated; Musrio’s blood was now smeared on their face, but they either didn’t notice or care. Musrio hummed.

“You promised you’d repxir everything from before.” He said softly. Drayco bowed their head.

“... I’m trying.” They whined softly, “I doon’t knoow what I’m dooing.” Musrio snorted, before gasping with pain.

“No shit.” He muttered, grabbing Drayco’s shirt, “You hxven’t even tried to kiss me yet.” Drayco froze, their head jerking up in shock.

“Kiss yoou?” They repeated, stunned. Musrio raised an eyebrow.

“You remember our last kiss, don’t you?”

“I... oof course I doo. I was-”

“Yexh. It sucked. Thxt’s something you’ve got to mxke up to me, too.”

“But I-” Drayco broke off with a squeak of fright as Musrio surged up, smashing his lips against theirs. Drayco went still as a stone, confounded by this sudden change of events. “Mush...?” they mumbled. Musrio rumbled low in his throat, and Drayco gave in, pulling the rust close and kissing him deeply.

Ruthless quirked an eyebrow as he watched Musrio’s free hand reach up and grasp Drayco’s dangling amulet. He squeezed it tightly, and a dull, red-orange light seeped through his fingers, before it began to bleed across the necromancer’s skin, up his sleeves until it bled across his chest and into the wound, which began to close. The bullet was forced out of his skin and it clattered to the deck. Musrio finally pulled away, releasing Drayco’s pendant.

“Better.” He mumbled, his face as red as it could get. Drayco blinked at him, panting and breathless, their own cheeks dark, before their face split into a grin.

Ruthless smiled faintly, before the ship trembled again as the leviathan roared. His expression dropping, he turned on his heel and stormed towards his cabin.

“Ru?” Incoding called after him, puzzled, but the captain didn’t answer. When he returned, he was carrying a large rifle over his shoulder, and his necklace in one hand. He pushed the rings into Innocent’s hand.

“Hold these fer me, will ye? I’ll be back.”

“... Ruthless, what are you going to do?...”

“You’re n0t g01ng t0 f1ght that th1ng, are y0u?!” Incoding demanded, stepping forward. Ruthless turned to look at his morails.

“I am.”

“That’s su1c1de!”

“Aye, probably. But it does√’ look like it’s goi√’ away a√y time soo√.”

“S0 y0u’re g01ng after 1t w1th a r1fle?” Incoding asked doubtfully.

“Aye, Orpha√ers ai√’t the o√ly o√es with cool weapo√s.” He turned away, squaring his shoulders. Without waiting for an argument, he strode towards the edge of the ship. He climbed onto the edge and paused, staring down into the dark water.

Unbidden, a memory surfaced in his mind.

“Hey, Lucy?” “Hey, Ruthless?” “I’m in love with ye.” “Are you?” “Aye. I want ye ta be me matesprit.” “What if I don’t want to be yours?” “Then I will throw meself inta the sea.”

“You threw yourself into the sea. Now what?” “If ye won’t be me mate, I will summon a beast ta eat me!” “I won’t be your mate!”

“You’ve thrown yourself into the sea, and you’ve been eaten by a beast. Now what?” “What more can I do, to prove I love you?” “Kiss me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the memory back into the dark as he stepped off the edge and plummeted.

He hit the water, and came alive. His gills opened, sucking in that deliciously cold water as bubbles streamed out of his mouth; it was always a disorienting moment, going from air to water. His fins flared and flapped as an instinctive delight kicked in. Finally, the tiny, barely noticeable freckles that decorated every inch of him woke up. He was glowing, a warm, purple light that lit up the dark.

He turned, and saw his glow reflected in the eyes of the serpent. It had gone still, suddenly transfixed by his light. Ruthless smiled, swimming closer to it.

Dredging up ancient memories, he spoke to it in the language of the sea. Alastr is gone, he told it, his voice low and quiet, like the swish of waves on sand. Your fight is done. Go back to the deep.

I will not, it rumbled back, its tongue dripping with poison and hate, I am hungry. I shall devour you and your ships, then I shall retreat.

No, he snarled firmly, no! He pulled his rifle around and leveled it at the leviathan’s face. I will not let you hurt them! I have lost enough to the fangs of fate, your maw shall not take anything more!

The leviathan laughed. If you think you can kill me, mortal, then I invite you to try. I am a being that has eviscerated the gods themselves. There are none who are beholden to my wrath and survive.

Ruthless’ fins flared in agitation. But like the whisper of a ghost, he saw something flicker below the serpent’s belly. He paused, relief sweeping through him harder than the tidal currents that held him aloft. He chuckled, closing his eyes. He came, he thought.

“√ice ta see ye agai√, Krayk√.” He called, opening his eyes again.

“F̸a̶t̸h̴e̷r̸.̸ ̵I̸t̵ ̸h̷a̶s̶ ̴b̵e̵e̸n̴ ̶t̴o̴o̷ ̸l̶o̶n̴g̸ ̷s̸i̵n̵c̵e̶ ̴y̶o̸u̶ ̴c̴a̸m̸e̴ ̵t̸o̴ ̸m̶e̴.̶ ̶S̷h̷a̴l̶l̴ ̷I̴ ̵r̸i̵d̸ ̶y̶o̶u̵ ̸o̵f̸ ̴t̵h̸i̴s̸ ̴b̷e̶a̵s̸t̷?̷” a voice answered. The voice, just like the monster’s roar, was subsonic, so deep and loud that it was near silent.

“Aye, that’d certai√ly be helpful.” Ruthless purred.

From the darkness, a bright red light burst into being, illuminating the body of a monster as it shot towards them. That monster- Kraykn, as Ruthless had called him- reached out with giant claws and grasped the leviathan’s throat.

Swinging around like a cowboy onto a steer, he straddled the serpent and hooked his talons into it’s armor-like scales.With a roar that was no louder than a dead man’s breath, he ripped the head to the side as the leviathan snarled its last. The head ripped away, and the water was suddenly clouded as gallons of ancient blood spilled through it.

Ruthless reached out through the cloud, and a hand bigger than his torso found his fingers. They gripped his hand oh so gently, pulling him close. Once freed of the fog, he kicked away and swam up to the monster’s face.

“Ye’ve gotte√ a hell o’ a lot bigger, have√’t ye, Krayk√?” He grinned, their glows illuminating one another.

“I̸ ̴h̷a̷v̷e̴,̵ ̵f̷a̴t̴h̷e̵r̸.̷ ̷T̶h̴e̴ ̴r̶e̵w̷a̷r̸d̴s̶ ̶o̷f̶ ̸t̶h̷e̸ ̴d̴e̶e̸p̷ ̶f̷a̶v̶o̶r̵ ̶m̶e̸.̴” Kraykn sighed. Ruthless chuckled.

“What is it I hear ye’re calli√’ yerself these days? Ye chose a title, did√’tcha?”

“Y̷e̵s̷,̶ ̴f̶a̶t̷h̴e̵r̴.̴ ̵I̵n̵ ̸t̸h̶e̸ ̴d̸e̴e̵p̵,̵ ̵I̷ ̶a̴m̷ ̶k̶n̷o̵w̷n̵ ̵a̴s̵.̵.̸.̷ ̵t̴h̵e̴ ̸S̵u̵r̶v̴i̸v̴o̸r̴.”

“The Survivor.” Ruthless repeated, a gravely purr starting in his throat, “It suites ye. You’ve bee√ dow√ here all this time, have√’t ye?”

“Y̷e̷s̸.̸ ̴L̶o̵n̸g̶ ̶b̸e̴f̷o̸r̴e̸ ̶m̴o̶t̵h̸e̷r̸ ̶l̸e̴f̵t̶,̴ ̴a̴n̴d̸ ̶l̶o̷n̵g̸e̸r̵ ̶s̷t̸i̶l̸l̶ ̸a̶f̸t̵e̵r̶ ̸y̷o̷u̵.̵” Ruthless swam closer, touching the giant’s face gently.

“I’m sorry, lad. I wish I coulda told ye in perso√.” he murmured. Survivor turned his head away.

“I̴t̷ ̵i̴s̶ ̵n̵o̷t̸ ̵a̸ ̴m̵a̸t̶t̵e̴r̸ ̵o̸f̸ ̷i̷m̸p̸o̴r̴t̸a̵n̷c̸e̵ ̶a̶n̵y̶m̴o̴r̴e̸.̷ ̶T̴h̶a̴t̸ ̶w̸a̴s̵ ̸m̴a̶n̶y̸,̴ ̸m̵a̴n̸y̷ ̸s̸w̴e̵e̷p̴s̶ ̵a̷g̷o̸.̷ ̴I̴ ̵n̵o̸w̸ ̶h̸a̶v̴e̴ ̴a̷ ̷d̶e̴s̷c̵e̴n̷d̷a̵n̶t̸ ̷o̵f̵ ̶m̵y̷ ̶o̷w̸n̷.̴ ̶W̷o̷u̶l̷d̷ ̸y̷o̶u̶ ̸c̷a̵r̷e̷ ̴t̸o̶ ̴m̸e̸e̶t̸ ̴h̵i̶m̸?̵“ he asked softly. Ruthless perked up.

“Ye got yerself a lil’ bastard, too, huh? Hell yeah, lemme met me gra√dgrub.” Survivor turned and looked down into the abyssal darkness below them. The leviathan’s body was slowly sinking into black, and crouched up the remains, was another troll.

“A̴s̴h̴h̸u̸r̵.̷ ̵C̷o̷m̸e̷,̴ ̷m̶e̵e̸t̶ ̸m̷y̷ ̴f̴a̶t̶h̵e̷r̶.̴“ Survivor called quietly. The other figure looked up,then kicked off the corpse and swam towards them.

“Ashhur, huh?” Ruthless repeated as the second giant moved closer. “‘s √ice ta meet ye, lad.” Ashhur regarded him for a long moment.

“-.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / ... ..- .-. ...- .. ...- --- .-. .----. ... / ..-. .- - .... . .-. ..--..*” *(You are Survivor’s father?)

Ashhur clicked and hummed his words. He never learned Alternian, Ruthless realized with faint amusement; it wasn’t much of a surprise, Survivor could barely speak it himself.

“I am.” he clicked back. Ashhur looked mildly surprised, but pleased. He nodded.

“-.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / ... - .. .-.. .-.. / ... . .-. ...- . / - .... . / . -- .--. .-. . ... ... ..--..*” *(Do you still serve the Empress?)

“√o. I left that life a lo√g time ago.” Ashhur frowned, clearly unhappy with that answer.

“.-- .... . -. / .. / .- -- / . -- .--. . .-. --- .-. --..-- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / ... . .-. ...- . / -- . ..--..*” *(When I am Emperor, will you serve me?)

Ruthless’ eyebrows arched. “Yer go√√a be Emperor, huh?” Ashhur nodded.

“I̷t̷ ̷i̷s̸ ̸h̵i̵s̸ ̸d̴r̷e̸a̶m̵ ̷t̴o̴ ̵r̶u̷l̶e̴.̴“ Survivor murmured. Ashhur glared at him.

“.. / .-- .- ... / -... --- .-. -. / - --- / .-. ..- .-.. . -.-.--*” He hissed. Ruthless bit back a laugh; he had a feeling young Ashhur had never been to the surface. If he had, he wouldn’t want to rule, and he certainly wouldn’t be wearing pink. *(I was born to rule!)

“‘s certai√ly √ot a bad dream.” He said instead, glanced towards the surface. “Ca√ ya’ll withsta√d the lack o’ pressure ta come up a√’ say hi ta me ‘rails?” Survivor’s fins twitched and he nodded.

“T̷h̵a̸t̶ ̴s̵o̷u̵n̶d̵s̶ ̵f̴e̶a̶s̴i̵b̷l̸e̷.̴” He whispered. Ruthless nodded and turned, kicking towards the surface.

Up on the ship, Incoding and Innocent leaned on the edge of the Warshark, staring into the black water. Musrio was sitting up, dressed once again, and leaning on Drayco’s shoulder. Drayco was shyly holding his hand, unable to raise their gaze from their own lap, while Musrio gazed up at the stars. The rain had finally dissipated, and the clouds had scattered. Meanwhile, Decaying paced the ship’s length, muttering under his breath.

All five of them jumped in surprise as Ruthless suddenly shot out of the water, into the air, and landed on the deck. He dropped his rifle at his feet, shaking his head frantically and spraying sea water.

“Ruthless!” Incoding and Innocent ran to him, concern on both of their faces. “Are y0u 0kay?” Incoding asked anxiously, scanning the seadweller for wounds.

“I’m fi√e, Cody, I promise. The big bitch’s bee√ dealt wit’. I got someone I wa√tcha to meet.” He rumbled, patting the goldblood on the shoulder. Incoding scowled.

“You’re n0t f1ne, y0u fuck1ng d1ck, d0n’t l1e.” Ruthless paused, then snorted.

“Aye, fair e√ough. We ca√ talk whe√ we get home.” He murmured. Innocent stepped forward and held out the rings and chain to Ruthless, who took it. “Tha√k ye, love.” Innocent nodded. As Ruthless slipped the chain around his neck again, he tipped his head towards the water. “I got someone I wa√t you two ta meet.” he repeated, leading them towards the edge of the ship. Decaying, who had gone still, moved towards them. He grabbed Incoding’s arm, shying behind him. Incoding paused, turning to look at his boyfriend.

“Y0u 0kay, Br1?”

“Th- b-ast.” Decaying mumbled, “Th- b-ast is h-r-. The b-ast-*” *(The beast. The beast is here. The beast-)

“Aye, he sure is, rusty,” Ruthless said without turning around, “but he wo√’t hurtcha.”

Even Drayco and Musrio got up to cluster close to the edge of the ship to look as Survivor and Ashhur emerged from the water. Survivor rose as far as his waist, but even then, he towered over the ships; he was just a smidgen over twenty-four feet tall, after all. Ashhur, who couldn’t have been older than Musrio or Drayco, wasn’t even half of that; he himself was five and a half feet in stature. Then again, he wasn’t over a thousand years old.

“H0ly fuck!” Incoding shouted. Instantly, Survivor and Ashhur ducked into the water, their fins folding in fear. Ruthless’ hand clapped over the gold’s mouth.

“Ye ca√√y yell ‘rou√d them, Cody. ‘Specially out o’ the water like this. Ye’ll break their eardrums.” He explained in a low voice, “They weren’t raised ‘rou√d big √oises, a√’ they startle real easy.” Incoding’s eyes widened.

“S0rry.” He muttered. Ruthless dropped his hand and leaned over the edge.

“It’s alright, Krayk√. He did√’ mea√ ta scare ya.” He crooned as he reached towards the water. Survivor, who’s sunk down until only his eyes were above the surface, reached up for his father’s hand and held it like a scared child.

“W̷h̴o̶ ̴a̶r̶e̸ ̴t̷h̷e̷y̵,̶ ̴f̷a̵t̶h̴e̵r̵?̸“ he murmured.

“This here be I√√oce√t, Incodi√’, Decayi√’, Musrio, a√d Drayco.” Ruthless explained softly, nodding to each troll in turn, “I√√oce√t a√’ Cody be my ‘rails. Decayi√’ is Cody’s mate, Musrio is Decayi√’s desce√da√t, a√d Drayco is Musrio’s... eh...” He glanced at the two teenagers.

“Friend.” Musrio supplied. Ruthless nodded.

“Frie√d.”

“.-- .... --- / .. ... / - .... . / -.-. --- .-. .--. ... . / --- -. / - .... . / --- - .... . .-. / ... .... .. .--. ..--..*” Ashhur asked, pointing at the Dragon Star. *(Who is the corpse on the other ship?)

Ruthless looked up at the other ship, his face becoming hard. “Ah. Right, fergot about that. He...” he looked down at Survivor, “He was yer mother’s killer.” Survivor’s fins pricked up at the mention of his mother, before he scowled.

“I̵ ̵d̵o̸ ̶n̸o̶t̶ ̴w̵a̵n̴t̵ ̴t̶h̴a̷t̷ ̵s̴h̶i̵p̷ ̴i̴n̸ ̷m̸y̵ ̸w̴a̴t̶e̶r̸.̶“ He mumbled.

“Ye ca√ destroy it.” Ruthless assured him, “Just lemme take these lads back ta la√d.” Survivor blinked at him.

“W̷i̷l̷l̷ ̸y̶o̴u̶ ̶c̷o̵m̸e̸ ̸b̴a̴c̷k̶?̷“ He whispered. Ruthless smiled softly.

“Aye, √ow that I know yer still ‘rou√d. I always come back, remember?” Survivor nodded, satisfied, and released the violet’s hand.

“W̷e̸ ̷w̸i̶l̷l̸ ̵w̴a̴i̴t̵ ̷f̷o̵r̸ ̸y̶o̵u̴r̵ ̴r̴e̸t̶u̷r̵n̴,̵ ̶f̷a̷t̴h̸e̴r̶.̶“ He purred, before he tuned and dove under water again, revealing a fan of spines and fins on his back as he disappeared. Ashhur watched him go, then looked up at them.

“.. / --. --- / .-- .. - .... / ... ..- .-. ...- .. ...- --- .-. / ..-. --- .-. / -. --- .-- --..-- / -... ..- - / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .-. . - ..- .-. -. --..-- / - --- --- .-.-.- / .. / .-- .. ... .... / - --- / ... . . / .-- .... .- - / - .... .. ... / .-- --- .-. .-.. -.. / .. ... / .-.. .. -.- . / -. --- .-- .-.-.-*” He bubbled, before he looked up at Innocent, “.-- . / .- .-. . / --- -. . / .. -. / - .... . / ... .- -- . --..-- / -... .-.. --- --- -.. / .-. . .-.. .- - .. ...- . .-.-.- / .. / -.-. .- -. -. --- - / .-- .- .. - / - --- / ... . . / .-- .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .--. .- .-- -. / .. ... / .-.. .. -.- . .-.-.- / .. ... / .... . / .- / .-- --- .-.. ..-. --..-- / - --- --- ..--..**” *(I go with Survivor for now, but I will return, too. I wish to see what this world is like now. **We are one in the same, blood relative. I cannot wait to see what your spawn is like. Is he a wolf, too?)

Without waiting for an answer- Innocent didn’t understand him, anyway- he dove, too, flickering away into the dark. Ruthless waited until they were out of sight, before he let out a breath.

“Well, the√, let’s get ye la√d-lovers back ta solid grou√d.” He turned and strode away. As he did so, he reached up and gripped the rings around his neck, looking up at the sky. Were ye watchin’, love? He whispered, Our boy is alive an’ safe. This time, I promise, I won’t let ‘im down.

(EVERYONE PLEASE WELCOME KRAYKN AND ASHHUR JAYBEZ!!!)

#hurt him some more #final part #ruthless deepbite #the forsaken #the incoding #the innocent #musrio almawt #drayco afasia #the decaying #the survivor #ashhur jaybez #tw blood #death #new characters #new trolls

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arcadsia · 6 years ago

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I have a huge modern AU for assortment of ships I wanted to share w/you because I’m feeling emotional tonight. Please enjoy this mess below the cut bc this is gonna get long.

Modern AU (ChocoCoffee // TeaMilk // Napastel // Pizzata)

Satan’s coffee house:

Coffee runs a small but profitable cafe with his sister Milk. Which has become the hub for fans of the well known model and actor, Chocolate. Chocolate has found a new love for this cafe, and has come to spend more time staring at the barista then doing his job as of late.

Milk is a soft lesbian who quite literally has fallen head over heels for Black Tea, a college student studying in history.

Milk met Black tea after Tiramisu, local match maker and cafe lover brings her roommate out for drinks at the cafe.

Tiramisus is basically a love god in this AU and has taken a title for herself in the community.

Black tea sometimes works a shift or two during the week just so she can look at Milk.

She probably is down to fight anyone who gives Milk the wrong look.

These two probably got married and no one noticed just because it was a secret and who ever notices get’s a prize.

Every week Black tea shops up at Milk’s house with an assortment of candies she found at a world trade market and begs her to eat them with her.

Chocolate flirts with Coffee on the daily.

Like, daily daily. As in Chocolate buys something from the cafe every morning just so he can make a pass at his boyfriend.

Chocolate probably is always sending pictures of cute things he finds to Coffee with a “Look!!! it’s you!”

His intagram page is probably flooded with pictures of him and Coffee atm and everyone is adoring it.

Pastel De Nata is also there, in the shadows baking his heart out.

Napastel:

Pastel works at Coffee’s shop and is an non-emotional mess.

He met Napoleon by chance at an event the cafe was catering for, which wasn’t a normal thing but the event was important to Milk and Coffee.

Napoleon was just there and hasn’t left since.

Napoleon is an art student. Since he official became a friend of Pastel’s he’s showered him in drawings and art, despite Pastel trying to turn him down every time. Most of the art he gives to Pastel is for a project for college.

He’s not sure what else to give Pastel and this is his only way he can show affection to the man with out getting too physical, since Pastel isn’t really one for being super physical.

They only began dating when Pastel let his tongue slip and he let Napoleon know he enjoyed being around him.

Annoyance x100 after that.

Brownie, Napoleon’s roommate seriously worries about him. Like where did all your projects go, don’t you have to turn them in???? And Napoleon just quietly whispers a swear,,,

Competitive artist Napoleon. He turns every assignment into a competition and it has become a ritual that who ever get’s lowest grade has to buy everyone a drink.

Pastel disapproves of that behavior but can’t help himself to maybe just having a sip.

Pizzata:

Pre-school teacher Pizza has horrible record in the dating scene. After being ditched by his partner (Feel free to insert a ship here) once more his night is saved by the wonderful Cassata.

Cassata is a photographer and has worked for many big fashion companies who praise for his unique take on things. Despite being blind in one eye people have been more then willing to pay to dollar just to get a taste for his sight and view of things.

Pizza has no idea who he is and Cassata loves it, feeling like he can actually connect to someone then connecting to a fan.

The two get a long real well and Cassata decides to stay a little while longer instead of leaving after his gig.

After a few months they began dating. It was a long distance relationship but it worked out well.

Cassata loves showing up at random to surprise Pizza, especially when he’s at work. He showers the class in gifts (most likely goody bags full of candy.) quickly become a well liked by the children. Not so much by the parents who have to pick up their sugar hyper children.

Cassata is very affectionate oddly enough and loves to dote on Pizza, cracking some cheesy pick up lines sometimes.

Cheese, Pizza’s sister quickly has one foot in the door when she finds out about her brother dating Cassata and has her eyes on him. Like,, what are you planning Mr.Photographer sir. She’s in the mindset that this would turn into a romance murder novel.

Cheese is a writer who stays up every night crying to her brother about how she hasn’t lifted a finger to work on her book but needs to writing at least a page before she goes to bed.

Cassata probably pulls some strings for Cheese so she can get a book published.

After awhile she does warm up to Cassata but that idea that this will turn into a romance murder novel is still chanting in the back of her mind.

“If you kill my brother in some sick twisted act of love I’m never going to forgive you” She whispers, staring down Cassata.

I’m going to add on some more ships later, more importantly Tortoise Jelly and Wonton! It’s currently 2:30 Am so I’ll post those in the morning. Please enjoy and sorry for any mistakes/misspellings~

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altpress · 6 years ago

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Tilian Pearson isn’t trying to step out of Dance Gavin Dance’s shadow with solo career Jason Pettigrew Most listeners know Tilian Pearson from his vocal charms shipping against Dance Gavin Dance’s post-everything metallic madness. On his third solo album, The Skeptic, he’s equally urban and urbane, armed with a pop sensibility JT couldn’t convey, but with enough character to reconcile both his fans and DGD diehards. Ask him about his favorite music, and he’ll probably say, “yes.” Not surprisingly, Pearson’s pop proclivities are informed by the same mindset that powers DGD, as well as the spirited worldview he came up through. He reveals everything from the key influence in his life (Spoiler alert: He’s not leaving milk and cookies near the fireplace come Dec. 24); how making music is equal parts creativity and scientific theory; the time he broke down after seeing the final edit of the video for “Hold On” (a track he describes as “an unconditional love song”); and the hardest thing about being in solo-artist mode. “Dance Gavin Dance operate with a lot more experience,” he says when contrasting his role as a solo artist to DGD. “It’s a lot easier to tour with Dance Gavin Dance, and a lot of the stress is taken off me and put on other people. Touring solo, I definitely shoulder a lot more stress, but it feels just as fulfilling in the end.” He also reminds fans that being his own captain doesn’t affect DGD in the slightest, almost bristling when people somehow perceive his solo work as “competition” against his bandmates. “People would ask me sometimes at [my] solo shows, ‘How are you ever going to step out of the shadow of Dance Gavin Dance?’ And I’m like, ‘Why would I ever want to do that?’ It’s the perfect project for me. I would never want to lose the incredible energy that’s there.” Whatever you think of him—sophistication blueprint, musical polymath, quality hang or dream date—Tilian Pearson fits all those roles. Order the new issue here and get caught up in all his posi vibes and righteousness. ALSO IN THIS ISSUE ARCHITECTS Two years ago, the celebrated U.K. metal act were wracked with grief after the death of their co-founder. Instead of throwing in the towel, they threw down hard with some of the most passionate tracks they’ve ever written. Listen up, because it doesn’t get any realer than this. I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Sure, you’ve heard Dallon Weekes and Ryan Seaman in their previous roles in Panic! At The Disco and Falling In Reverse. As IDKhow, they’re conjuring a sonic sorcery of their own design, one stacked vocal harmony (and kiss) at a time. SPECIAL: THE SONGS THAT SAVED OUR LIVES It’s very popular for fans to credit their favorite bands for “saving” them through the power of a song. In this special, ANDY BLACK, FRANK IERO, WATERPARKS, SET IT OFF, DAN CAMPBELL, TAKING BACK SUNDAY and other artists recall the songs that made them want to pay the inspiration forward. This month’s 10 TOPICS finds LAURA JANE GRACE of THE DEVOURING MOTHERS and AGAINST ME! being fiscally responsible and always traveling mindful. Welcome to the house that punk built—with the option of really nice pillows. THE BOULET BROTHERS’ life trajectory from rebellious, mixed-up youths to iridescent cultural fulcrum—as creators of the reality show Dragula—is the kind of story we need to celebrate, cultivate and elevate to the world. They are living proof that IT GOT BETTER. The three-headed Australian pop-rock delegation STAND ATLANTIC hope to make the biggest splash possible on their American debut LP. We get the story on their debut release Skinny Dipping in ALBUM ANATOMY. In this issue’s AP ARCHIVES, we remember the times when HEAD AUTOMATICA went to the dogs, SYSTEM OF A DOWN got down to business and CHIODOS got framed. Our 10 ESSENTIAL picks list haunted-house howl-raisers for your Halloween hair raising, while we discover some of the most exciting photos and beautiful fan art from all parts of the globe. ORDER YOURS NOW AT: https://ift.tt/2Esxwao MORE BLACK CLOTHES THAN A FUNERAL! Visit https://ift.tt/2MjKsbo for Emo, Pop Punk and Goth culture merch and mags! ALTPRESS All Of YOUR Favorite Bands. All the time. https://ift.tt/2qzxFY5 Facebook: https://ift.tt/1Y1Ulq4 Twitter: @AltPress Instagram: altpress

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kindabraveandlittlestupid · 6 years ago

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A love/hate review of the Star Wars The Last Jedi and also the disappointment in corporate Disney trimming the extended universe away from the Star Wars. Just to be clear, I don’t stand with those toxic males of the web who attacked Daisy Ridley, Kelly Marie Tran and the rest of the cast/crew. The movie is a work of fiction and I above all other emotions value decency as the foundation of my views and beliefs (or at least I try to make that my foundation). I am gonna share my opinions/views as always, I am just a guy on the web with little power what Hollywood makes. If you agree with me, that's great! And if you don't, that's fine too.

Goodbye J. J. (Hate) My first complaint is the change of direction from the first movie. J.J. Abrams had managed to establish some worthwhile intrigue with the characters/plot like Rey's background, the hunt for Luke, and Finn's moral crisis. Seemingly the new director/writer decided to take a step away from these established storylines/characters to explore his own take on these things. Luke is no longer interested in the good fight and embraces apathy, Rey comes from nowhere/no one, and Finns short coma results in him having the same cowardly acts from the first movie instead of giving him personal growth after his heroics at Starkiller Base. It's like whiplash where you have had expectations of these story/plot threads being followed only to have them be ignored or to become completely unremarkable in the next film.

Rose & Paige Tico (Love) I admit there is a lot of things about this movie that rubbed me the wrong way but the addition of Rose was not one of them. The Star Wars has always suffered from a lack of female characters in the movies and they seem to be making some strides to balance out the gender scales. She provided a new character to focus on away from the Roguish Pilot and the Ex-Stormtrooper giving us the optimistic/loveable Mechanic that we could invest out feelings in (which reminded me of another sci-fi female mechanic who I wish I saw more on screen).

What upset me about Rose was the fact I wanted to know MORE about her backstory and her relationship with her sister, Paige. The geek in me would love to have some webisodes dedicated to their relationship (as well as other characters) and how they got into the rebellion in the first place but alas the story relegated her to a secondary plot line on a gambling planet that showed off rich people being assholes which was ultimately pointless to the storyline and failed to further the plot.

I look forward to seeing how they develop her in the next movie, considering so few people are left in the Rebellion... I mean Resistance. On a parting thought, I am still not sure about the Fin/Rose kiss they tried to apply to the movie... felt a little forced if you ask me.

Marvel Humor (Hate) There is a noticeable change to the formula of the Star Wars movies and we know this new formula very well. Disney has been enjoying the tidal wave of cash coming in from the MCU with movies like the Avengers, Ironman, Thor, Guardians of the Galaxy and so on which brings in billions (with a B) into the Magical Kingdom. Naturally, they think they struck gold (which they have) but now they are taking that Marvel Universe humor and projecting it into other franchises they own to try and milk money out of them.

This was on full display in Star Wars with the ‘prank call’ Poe used while talking to Hux. This universe enjoyed some banter in its previous movies but this very scene seemed foreign in the Star Wars Universe. As if Hux wouldn't have a laser cannon blow Poe right up. The movie continued to layer more and more MCU humor into the movie with Chewie eating the Porg in front of other horrified Porgs, Luke throwing a lightsaber nonchalantly over his shoulder, and tickling Rey with a piece of grass.

Granted there wasn't AS MUCH humor as you might see in Guardians or Ironman but they are starting to inject it into the films and in my opinion, it undermines the quality of the movie and the universe quite a bit by trying to make it something its not. This is why I enjoyed the grittier Rogue One so much that applied some humor with the android K-2SO but didn't allow shtick with other characters (which was good).

The point is their Gold Equation of humor connecting to the audience shouldn't be transplanted so easily from one franchise to the next, it robs the authenticity of Star Wars and what we know and love.

Vice Admiral Holdo (Love/Hate) Such a disappointing end to what could have been a good transfer of authority to a new female lead. I know we all mourn the death of Carrie Fisher and I appreciate the Luke and Lei scene at the end but the introduction of Holdo only to have her kamikaze the cruiser left me wondering why even make her a part of the movie? I mean really... her fight with Poe and his tactics could have carried into the next film, having her fill in as the new leader of the rebellion would have created a new strong female character and the very ‘heroic’ death she was given could have been done by Leia or Admiral Fucking Ackbar which would have been 10 times better then a random character added only to be killed off.

I blame this (like most things) on Director Rian Johnson who thought he was being clever but making the audience think "Oh she must be taking over for Leia!" only to kill her off as a sort of low-level plot twist. Frankly, it came off as less of a twist and instead of a pointless removal for an otherwise interesting character who could have moved onto the next movie.

Rey and Kylo Tag Team (Love) This might be hands down one of the best lightsaber fight scenes in the Star Wars Universe. If I am going to give the director any credit, it will be for giving us this gem of a scene where Kylo turns on his Master Snoke. This is the sort of action I crave to see in the Star Wars movies and making me wish (badly) that there was a Knight of the Old Republic film in the making. Hell, I just watched it again on Youtube just to remind myself how awesome it was.

Rey and Kylo Shipping (Hate) On the other hand with the whole force connection thing between Kylo and Rey, the idea of them being attracted to each other felt like a betrayal to well... Rey’s logic and mortality. Let us assume she has some attraction to Kylo would she have forgotten everything he did in the previous movie? Destruction of two villages on Jaku, slashing her new best friend in the back (Finn), stabbing her new father figure (Han) thru the chest, killing Lukes students, attempting to torture her for information and lastly being part of the First Order after shooting off Starkiller Base that destroyed 4 inhabited planets with billions (with a B) of lives on said planets? I know Rey might have temptations to the dark side but for fuck sake is she turned on by a literal genocidal maniac?

Rian Johnson & Disney Scaling Back the SWU (Hate) I realized this review is leaning more towards the Dark Side then the Light but I agree with some of the fanboys sentiment on the destruction of the Star Wars Universe. I am not sure if Rian is to blame 100%, I know Disney decided to cut all books, comics, and video games as NOT canon in the SWU but he seemed to have his hand in it with each rebel ship blown to pieces while escaping the Imperial... I mean First Order fleet.

This was hard for me to some degree, I played games like Knight of the Old Republic, The Force Unleashed, Jedi Academy, Shadows of the Empire, Republic Commando and read dozens of comics and books over the years. An yet because the franchise switched hands from Lucas to Disney and Disney had no hand in building all the extended universe they simply cut it away and said: “Nope! None of that counts”. I can understand why some people might get upset having invested time into exploring the Star Wars Universe only to have to evaporate before them like Thanos’s Infinity snap.

Rian drove this point home in the movie burning the Jedi texts (which contents weren't really important but symbolic of the Jedi Philosophy no longer being part of Star Wars), decimating the Rebels (Resistance) to the point the remainder all fit onto the Millennium Falcon, and even killed off or sent away new additions that could have helped expand the new trilogy into something great. Porg Plushies (Hate) *Sigh* I don’t like adding another hate to the list but few things in this movie made me personally feel good about it. We killed off interesting characters (Phasma and Holdo), had pointless side plots on Canto Bight (the Gambling Planet) and the scaling back of a great extended universe. An then we had the addition of Porgs...

I don’t dislike the concept of the Porgs, in fact, these puffin/otter hybrids are kinda cute. I dislike them as they seemed to have the pretty clear purpose of moving merchandise. Now, this isn't new for Star Wars if you know cinema you know that Lucas was highly protective of his own toy sales which is how Spaceballs was able to parody Star Wars so much as long as they didn't sell their own toys. They use the word Toyetic for this very thing of making a character or thing so they can move product off the shelves. Its why the Batmobile had so many changes with each passing movie in the 90′s.

The Porgs are no different, they maxed out the BB8 toy sales from the last movie and introduced an animal to sell plushies, slippers, bobbleheads and backpacks for kids and geeky adults. I am honestly not a fan of this sort of capitalism being pushed off thru movies but there it is and I am sure when episode 9 comes out there will be something new for them to sell us.

DJ (Love) Despite there being literally no good reason for DJ (Benicio del Toro) being in this movie with the pointless side quest on Canto Bight. This character might have some potential for future movies. We certainly explored the good smuggler scoundrel with Han Solo and Lando Calrissian but never explored the bad smuggler element quite yet (save some in the Solo movie).

I particularly liked the whole part with him explaining the manufacturing of weapons for both the First Order and the Resistance. It was perhaps one of the most insightful moments in the movie that could have easily reflected back on our own failings in regards to war. Just like how Canto Bight reminds us that the scum of the Galaxy don't just reside at the bottom but also the top. I hope to see him again but I am not sure how they will explore him in the next plot.

Super Leia (Hate) Lord knows when Leia became adept in the force that she could survive in outer space let alone fly around like Superman! This scene seemed crafted for the trailers making everyone believe this would be the way to double down on the ‘Evil Kylo’ angle and writing Carrie Fisher out of the Star Wars Universe but instead she survives as another pointless twist just like Holdo being the one to ram the ship into The Supremecy or DJ betraying Finn and Rose for money.

Just reminder if you're in space; your air escapes your body (including your butt), the saliva in your mouth begins to boil, air is cut off to your brain, and all the blood vessels on the surface of your body would break. I am glad she didn't die and had another scene with Luke but due to poor writing and trailer bait, they decided to keep this horrible scene in the movie.

Shallowing (Hate) Beyond the new additions (Holdo, DJ, Rose), the reoccurring characters become shallow in their roles. As I said, Luke now doesn't give a shit despite having 30+ years to mature, Hux is reduced to a punching bag for Kylo, Kylo is still emo as ever, Rey is becoming a Mary Sue (or perhaps not with her floundering romance with a mass murder), Finn had the same "coward, not coward" story arc from the first film, Phasma disappointingly is defeated by FN 2178 a second time, Poe is now a one dimensional reckless flyboy, and Leia is secretly Kryptonian. Point is there is no meaningful personal conflict with the characters, not enough time spent with the new ones, and a few of their portrayal betray canon for either a laugh or just because they simply didn't care.

Conclusion The point is, I liked the Kylo/Rey lightsaber battle against the Bodyguards, I enjoyed the battles in space, the silent ramming of the Raddus at light speed into The Supremacy and I still loved the new character (Rose). Most of the problems in this film start not from the characters but from Disney scaling back the universe and the new Director who changed the narrative. It bothers me just a little that everyone is celebrating the film despite these major flaws and aren't more pissed off those decades of content has just been expelled from the Star Wars Universe in exchange for the new “Disney Star Wars Universe" we will be forced to live with. About the only thing that is safe is Chewie and thats because the Wookie doesnt age like actors do. Thanks for the read.

Regards Michael California

#Star Wars #The Last Jedi #MovieReview

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yangingaround · 8 years ago

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What could RT be thinking putting BMBLB there while they just put two songs earlier for Blake and monkey-boy? Also, making Blake blush at monkey-boy's antics and having him as a date in the school dance and all that winking-flirting shiz. And now they're trying to push through with BB? Are they doing it for the views and for milking out from fans? That's just not cool. Building up BS and teasing BB now...unless you could prove me wrong here...?

okay, this got long

well, to counter your first point, they didn’t put two songs earlier for Blake and Sun

Not Fall In Love With You wasn’t written for the show, it was a song Jeff wrote back in his boy band days that he just wanted to use (and the scene it’s used in you can barely hear it anyway), it’s a very, very generic, one-sided love song - i mean look at the lyrics of it and try to think of any time they would work for Blake/Sun; hell, try and make sense of it in the context of Sun’s character, he’s not exactly the type to say “You’re my PYT/My cherie amour”

Like Morning Follows Night, from what we’ve heard of it, while it’s about the two of them, isn’t a love song. it’s clearly following the same argument they had throughout volume 4, Blake haunted and chased by her past and Sun refusing to leave her alone and being dismissive of her past and her want for space. we’ve had about half the song so far and the word love isn’t even used once (it also contains the line ‘i won’t endanger one more friend’)

by comparison, the 30 seconds we’ve got so far of BMBLB makes it undeniably a love song and undeniably about Blake and Yang because they are the only Bumblebee actually mentioned in the show

Blake blushed at all of one antic, and that’s when he was pointing her out in front of a huge crowd - mild embarrassment and flattery are a reasonable explanation for that

date for the school dance? Blake specifically said she was technically going with him - because they were arriving together and she was throwing him a bone because he’d asked her before - but her first dance, with Yang, was spoken for

and the winking-flirting stuff was all one-sided on Sun’s part - but don’t forget, Yang has winked at and made flirty comments to Blake in the past too

there is very little build-up to Blake/Sun, it’s incredibly shallow (because Sun is an incredibly shallow character with the bare rudiments of a personality, minimal backstory and no motivations beyond ‘gravitate around Blake’), Sun spends most of their shared screen-time annoying her (and rightfully so because he keeps making fun of her and not respecting her space or privacy) and Blake’s made a point in the past that she wants to be seen for who she is, not what. Sun’s reasons for liking Blake are as follows, “she’s a Faunus, she’s pretty, she’s a good fighter” - these are all what reasons, and the one (1) comment he has made about her personality has been this: “Where’s Blake, she still being all Blakey?” - he frames her then bad temper, brought on by her issues and the sheer exhaustion caused by it, as a problem inherent to her personality, and something he clearly doesn’t like and doesn’t want to deal with, as he asks this in an expectant tone like he thinks someone on her team should have dealt with it already

Yang meanwhile clearly understands Blake on a level no other character is shown to, which is why she was the one to get through to her at her lowest point, and her compliments towards Blake once they get to know each other are about who Blake is - “I love it when you’re feisty!” “You’re never one to back down from a challenge”

Blake is also always serious when interacting with Sun, we don’tsee her silly side, where she joins in on the fun like we do when she’s around Yang - Sun’s goofing around tends to piss Blake off more, because it’s usually inappropriate to the moment and/or at someone elses expense

Blake and Yang have had numerous moments across the series, in each others company - they care deeply about one another and their narratives are now wholly intertwined by what Adam, Blake’s ex who Yang has numerous parallels (but ultimately contrasts) with, did to them. a scene that deliberately used the word ‘love’ when Adam was threatening Blake just before Yang appeared (and Yang was the one to run to Blake when she heard Blake was fighting the White Fang, Sun, meanwhile, was right there and didn’t react, so…), and is framed very much as ‘old flame vs new flame’. that the scenes are using similar story tools as the ones used with Pyrrha/Jaune (a trend across volumes 2 and 3, nearly every Pyrrha/Jaune scene happens close to a Blake/Yang scene or scenes - with parallels and similar themes in these scenes. for example, in Burning the Candle, the Blake/Yang scene has Yangopening up to Blake about her past and being supportive and encouraging of Blake, and then making a lighthearted, open offer of a dance at the end. these are paralleled in Pyrrha opening up about how lonely her fame has made her at the dance, Pyrrha offering support and encouragement to Jaune during their training session and when he’s about to go ask Weiss to the dance again, and then Jaune making the lighthearted joke about wearing a dress. both lighthearted joke promises are also kept - Blake takes Yang up on the offer of a dance, she didn’t have to, arriving at the dance would’ve been enough, but they danced, likewise, Jaune kept his word and put on a dress because Pyrrha didn’t get a date, and Pyrrha says that he didn’t have to) which absolutely had a canon basis

when Yang talks about what they lost in the battle of Beacon, it’s very clear that Blake leaving without explanation hit her the worst. when Blake brings up her team at the end of volume 4, she explicitly says she loves them more than she ever thought she could love anyone (and ‘anyone’ would include Sun there), and there’s hesitation and her voice cracks when she mentions Yang - her feelings there are clearly more complex than with the rest of her team

for what could be considered ‘build up’ for Blake/Sun, there is far more for Blake/Yang, and on top of that, Yang does not annoy Blake - Blake being around Yang also immediately marked a change in her character, she ‘brightened up’ and joined in the silliness of Yang and Ruby within 24 hours of their team being official, Yang breaks through to Blake in Burning the Candle when she’s in a very dark place (Gray Haddock, head of RT animation, voice of Roman and was a producer on the show, even said in the commentary for that episode that Yang is light and Blake is in shadows, and Yang lights up Blake’s darkness - which fits her name as Yang means ‘light’ or ‘sun’)

little sidenote - but they do have that perfect little yin-yang thing going on, Yang is light, Blake is darkness (Yang has blonde hair and purple eyes, Blake has black hair and yellow eyes), Yang has that sunny disposition but she hides a lot of hurt, Blake is dark and brooding but has a lighter, sillier side. the two also have symbols that resemble flames. they’re complementary, they have contrasts and similarities and they clicked from the moment Blake chose Yang as her partner in the forest. Blake and Sun don’t have that, because his name means ‘monkey’, his theming is that he’s a monkey (it’s even his symbol), and that’s it

and i don’t know if you’ve been paying attention to the cast and crew but, Blake/Yang comes up a lot with them - Arryn and Barb, their actresses, have always vocally supported the ship (and once on her youtube channel before she closed it, Arryn was asked if she preferred Adam or Sun as a romantic option for Blake and refused to pick because she doesn’t like either of them and she’s said before that Blake/Yang is the only one that makes sense to her), Gray Haddock when on the Fan Service podcast has said that it’s one of his favourite ships in all of media. there’s a t-shirt for the ship, there are numerous teases to it in Chibi (by comparison, Blake has interacted with Sun all of once in that show, and there was one gag where she mistook Jaune for Sun while being very disinterested in him), the advertising for Chibi season 2 had this, and in general, whenever ships for the show come up, Blake/Yang is almost always mentioned alongside Ren/Nora and Pyrrha/Jaune. by comparison, Blake/Sun rarely, if ever, comes up

so this ‘teasing’ doesn’t come out of nowhere with no buildup when they’ve been talking about it for years, but this is almost always dismissed as just ‘trolling the fans’. but RT don’t have a history of ‘trolling the fans’ with their scripted content - at least not in such a malicious way (because doing this just to pull the rug out would be queerbaiting at this point). but consider the opposite, consider that they might be trolling the fans in a different way and have heterobaited Blake/Sun. if you’re willing to believe they would tease Blake/Yang so hard just to “troll the fans” you have to be willing to believe they would do the same with Blake/Sun

from the beginning, RT have been talking about including LGBT characters in the show, that the LGBT characters are here already and as the show goes on and these characters discover more about themselves, this will come to light. doing this, representing not only a big chunk of their fanbase, but also their openly LGBT employees, cast and crew would be fantastic. last year in their other shows they had LGBT characters, Day 5 had Ally, one of the protagonists and driving force of half the plot, who was a lesbian. RvB14 had a two part story with two lesbians in leadership roles and another story which revealed that Epsilon-Church (one of the core characters of the entire franchise) is bisexual - representation matters and while they’ve dropped the ball before, they’re aware of it and they’re trying to take strides (even if those strides should be larger)

so i highly doubt it’d be for ‘views and milking it’ especially as the fanbase is already there and ready for it, and at this point, backing out would be queerbaiting and cause a veritable shitstorm, which they’re going to be keenly aware of

what we’ve heard from BMBLB is that it’s a love song from the perspective of one half of the ship. we’ve seen these before in Boop and Dream Come True, and those came into their own in later volumes, so in including BMBLB on the volume 4 soundtrack, they’re suggesting that, well, not only is Yang definitely LGBT, but that the ship will be coming in and developing romantically over the next couple volumes

#yangalysis #Anonymous

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. ) You didn’t say about what so it’ll be about panic! at the disco, because that’s the only thing i can think of rn.

Those panic! fans who keep reminding Ryan and Brendon about the milk fic/ryden should finally leave the two alone. They have their lives. Also Spencer Smith should be so much more appreciated, come on. He dealt with addiction, yet he is in Brendon’s shadow. Also Brendon should stop treating Dallon like he’s nothing. Dallon should be credited more, come on. He probably wrote most of twtltrtd.

#squakysyrup #ask answer #opinion

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yugirl-with-dragons · 8 years ago

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It all started one lazy afternoon at Neo Domino University. There was never the intention on sneaking around. However, when Yusei had started to neglect to update his friends on his whereabouts, Crow and Jack began to investigate as to where the spiky haired genius was running off to. This was, without a shadow of a doubt, one hundred percent, Yusei’s own fault.

“Where does he even go in the afternoons?” Crow asked as he was currently sprawled all over the couch in the commons area in the male dorm. “He’s usually either here in the dorm with you or he’s in the library doing his homework.” Crow waited for a response only to get silence in return. The orange haired teen rolled over to look over at his supposed talking companion and was no surprised to find the tall blond sitting in the beanbag chair (that Jack insisted that it should be called his throne) lazily playing with his phone. “Jack? Hello? Earth to the idiot with no brain!” Jack glanced in Crow’s direction before not so subtly giving him the finger and turning his attention back to the phone. Crow sighed heavily. “You’re useless to me.”

“Have you considered that Yusei might actually have a life outside of us Crow?” Jack responded. His amethyst colored eyes never once looking away from his phone.

“I know that!” Crow exclaimed. “I just-it feels like Yusei isn’t around very often you know?” Crow went back to laying on his back. “Like, it’s been ages since I talked to him.”

“You talked to him at breakfast this morning.” Jack pointed out as he sighed in annoyment. “And you also tackled him at lunch. If I had someone that never lets me get a break in the day, I’d be running away all the time too.”

“What about your fangirls?” Crow asked him. Jack Atlas had been the center of every girl’s attention. All the girls on the campus had pretty much dedicated their college lives to Jack’s college life. While the fan club was unofficial, it still amassed way too many members to be legal. Although, Jack never acknowledged the club unless it was to boost his ego, which was often. But he never acknowledged them in public.

“That’s different. I can retire to this dorm hall knowing that they’ll have a hard time getting in and they don’t know what room is mine. So, I can relax all day if I wanted to.” Jack explained. His voice remaining in his matter-of-fact tone.

“I guess that’s fair. Still. What about Yusei? Like he’s not the type to go out and party and to overly socialize.” Crow stated to Jack. Crow had only known Yusei for the past five years when they met through their mutual friend Kiryu Kyosuke. Despite the age difference in their friendship and their different backgrounds and upbringing, Yusei befriended Crow and they’ve been friends ever since.

“Why don’t you let this go Crow? He could be doing literally anything, like a project or he found a new homework spot.” Jack told the shorter teen. “I think you’re over thinking this.”

“Maybe you’re right. Mind if I nap in your room? I have a class in like an hour and it’s like right across the street and I really don’t feel like going all the way back to the freshman hall.” Jack laughed. “I’m serious Jack! Those dorms are a living hell! Why do we as freshman have to go through that?”

“Because freshman is full of the weak and natural selection will come for those that can’t survive in college.” Jack told him as he left his ‘throne’ with his keys in his hand. “Well let’s go and do me a favor and don’t drool on my pillows this time. I really don’t feel like more laundry than what I have to do.”

“Jack, since when do you do chores?” Crow joked.

“Better be nice to me if you want to nap in my fucking bed you little shit.”

“I’ll be good.” Crow promised as he followed Jack down the hall.

Later that night

Crow was up later than what he normally would have been. Alas, the poor freshman had forgotten about a paper that was due the next day and decided to attempt to finish most of the paper at night. Luckily his classes on Fridays didn’t start until the afternoon and so he would have most of the morning to recover some sleep and edit the paper some more. It was reaching close to about one o’clock in the morning when Crow felt his phone vibrate off to the side of his desk. Quickly saving the document for fear of losing it he grabbed his phone and was surprised to find a text message from Jack.

(12:49am) I’m willing to concede that you might be right.

(12:50am) About what exactly?????

(12:50am) Its fucking midnight and Yusei still isn’t back.

(12:50am) I DUCKING TOLD YOU

(12:50am) *FUCKING

(12:50am) The library is already closed so he’s definitely not there and he’s not in the lounge.

(12:51am) Sooooooo

(12:51am) Should we call the police?

(12:51am) Or campus security

(12:51am) Is there a possibility that he went home and just didn’t tell us?

(12:52am) wait he’s got a test tomorrow

(12:52am) Or I guess today technically

(12:53am) WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!?!?!?!?!

(12:55am) I found him.

(12:55am) He just got back and I was talking to him in the bathroom and asking where the fuck he was.

(12:56am) So???? What did he say????

(12:56am) He told me he was studying for his test tomorrow but I don’t buy it.

(1:00am) Wait why not?

(1:00am) Crow all the other buildings on campus have been closed already. And the all night study room door is currently being repaired so no one can use that right now.

(1:01am) SO WHERE THE FUCK WAS HE?

(1:01am) I have no idea but I don’t appreciate him avoiding the subject with his promises of breakfast this weekend.

(1:01am) Is it working??????

(1:05am) …maybe

(1:05am) DAMMIT JACK! WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING HEADSTRONG!?!?!?!

(1:05am) LISTEN!

(1:05am) HAVE YOU EVER HAD YUSEI’S COOKING!

(1:06am) I WOULD BE MORE THAN WILLING TO KILL SOMEONE FOR IT.

(1:06am) …that’s fair

(1:10am) welp I’ve gotta finish this paper, in the meantime try to find out where the fuck Yusei was.

(1:10am) Will do.

12 hours later

“Did you find anything?” Crow asked as he stumbled into Jack’s dorm room.

“No and he’s gone for the afternoon again since he has two classes back to back.” Jack informed as he plopped down on his bed.

“Like nothing at all?”

“He told me not to worry about it, which of course now I’m worried about it even though I shouldn’t be.” Jack told Crow. “But I do have an idea on where he’s going after his classes.”

“Where?!” Crow jumped with anticipation and scurried over to Jack’s bedside. “We gotta find out!”

“The little coffee shop on campus, you know the one run by students?”

“He goes there?” Crow questioned. Crow never imagined Yusei to be a coffee person, that was more of Jack’s thing. To be honest, Yusei was still the guy to drink Nesquik chocolate milk if given the opportunity.

“Well, apparently, some of the guys on basketball team told me that he’s been there the last few times that they’ve been there.”

“New homework spot?” Crow asked.

“Not exactly.” Jack paused for a second while he sat up. “Apparently, he’s been there with a girl.”

At that last comment, Crow’s mind short circuited. Crow’s mind started racing with questions. A girl? Who was the lucky one to grab Yusei Fudo’s attention? From the stories that he hears from Jack and later confirmed by Yusei, he’s never dated anyone ever. Except for Sherry Leblanc, but that lasted about a whole two weeks before they decided it was better to remain as friends. So, that doesn’t necessarily count. Yusei has also informed Crow that in high school he had no interest in dating anyone and that interest apparently hadn’t changed in his first year of college either. Which caused him to earn the nickname ‘Heartbreaker’ since no one was ever given a chance.

“Holy shit.” Crow whispered.

“That was my reaction when my teammates told me.” Jack replied. “We wait till just before Yusei’s classes are done and head on over to the coffee ship. Then we see who mystery girl is.”

“Thank god my second class got cancelled or else I would have missed this.” Crow responded while simultaneously agreeing with Jack. “Time to find out who the future Mrs. Fudo is.”

Two hours later

“Oh cool! I’ll take a snickers frappe.” Crow told the worker behind the desk. “With extra whip cream.”

“Alright! That’ll be $2.50.” Crow handed over the money and went back to his spot in the corner with Jack. Since the two of them were out in public, Jack had to hide under a baggy sweater, ridiculous sunglasses, and a beanie hat to hide his signature spiky blond hair.

“You know, all you need to do now is cut off the Jedi padawan braids of yours and you’d almost look like a normal person of society.” Crow joked.

“Look who’s talking carrot top.”

“Hey fuck you! My hair’s fabulous.” Jack only shrugged at Crow’s statement. Crow was waiting for his order to ring up when he noticed someone on the opposite side of the coffee shop. A girl with magenta colored hair pulled back with a headband. She had a drink off to one side of her and looked to be reading out of a textbook. She looked…familiar. Crow had seen her somewhere, but couldn’t remember where.

“What are you looking at birdbrain?” Jack asked as he was once again playing on his phone.

“Does that girl look familiar to you?” Crow asked as Jack turned into the direction that Crow was looking. Jack tilted his head before Crow noticed the look of recognition that appeared on Jack’s face.

“Isn’t that Aki Izayoi? The senator’s daughter?” Jack stated.

“Wait you mean the girl that kicked Saiga in the balls?” Crow said when the memory of Saiga getting kicked in between his legs came back to him in a flash.”

“Of course that would be where you remember her from.”

“Hey that was pretty funny! I remember you getting it on Snapchat!” Crow remembered as he and Jack started laughing. His drink was brought to him and he was currently wiping the tears from his face. “Now that I think about it, I remember last week Yusei telling me that he had to tutor her in algebra.”

“Good to know he survived the encounter.” Jack chuckled as he took a sip of his water bottle. “Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure that’s Yusei now.” Jack motioned towards the window. Sure, enough, through the window Crow could see the spiky raven haired man coming to the main entrance of the coffee shop. His backpack filled with books no doubt. Yusei entered the coffee shop and his cobalt colored eyes quickly scanned the shop as his eyes landed on the other side. Right where Aki Izayoi was sitting.

Jack and Crow watched intently as they observed Yusei walk over to the young girl. They were both surprised to find that Aki smiled fondly at Yusei as he sat his stuff down next to her. A few words were exchanged before he went over to order his own drink. Crow felt like it was ages that him and Jack were watching Yusei and Aki. Although, it didn’t seem to be any more than tutoring session. Things didn’t get interesting until Aki had apparently said something to make Yusei choke on his drink and start laughing. It was at this point that both Crow and Jack decided to stay just a little bit longer before they had to run back since Jack had off season training practice.

Although they weren’t going to stay much longer since Yusei had decided to look over in their direction and notice them staring. Yusei’s tanned face expressed confusion as Crow flashed him some quick thumbs up while Jack did a less appropriate hand gesture. This led to Yusei faceplanting into his textbook, which got a concerned look from Aki. She seemed to be asking if he was okay as he shook his head, sat up and glared at them. Crow had planned to say hi, but that was unable to happen since the worst thing that could have happened, ended up happening.

“Is that Jack Atlas!?” They heard a girl shriek from the main entrance of the coffee shop. That’s when Crow noticed that Jack had removed his sunglasses from when they were laughing and never put them back on. In the immediate vicinity, all the girls turned their attention to Jack with a gleam in their eyes that gave Crow the chills.

“Back door?” Jack asked.

“Back door.” Crow answered as they both bolted out the exit of the coffee shop and began sprinting their way back Jack’s room.

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[MS] A Sour Harvest

The young prince griped his father’s head, waltzing his fingers through his lieges shrubish black hair. The horripilation swept up the kings’ thoughts as he dreamt in silence. In one hand of the prince held his awe and care for his father, the loyal and royal king. But in the other held his disregard with a strong fist. He grabbed his carver and gashed him up lovely. As the rugged farmer churns his milk so too the young prince churned his father guts in and out. As the thrashing concluded the artist glanced at his canvas to marvel his work.

That night the prince did treacherous things. He along with a few of his loyal followers committed adultery against the crown. The young prince took the life of his father. Had it coming the King did as his abuse and power had blossom far too much. He needed to have a trim and that is what his son gave him.

He did well to cover their tracks Thebe did, and in doing so he ascended as King in his father’s place. As a gift, his accomplices became high ranking positions close to Thebe. As king, his first action was to remove his father’s court. He Had them all labeled traitors under fabricated charges and put to death. Among them many traitors that waited to the king returned from war to execute him in his private moments.

Thebe filled his castle with 12 concubines leading to 8 children. All whom were ladies. The Lord’s way of cursing him he thought to himself. The new king was able to have anything in the kingdom and the world that he sought out; except her. His dear sister Emily. She was a virgin who had been alongside him for many years she even aided Thebe in turning against their father. It was Thebe who consoled her nights after her fathers’ drunken beatings of her. She wanted to have someone in her family who was loving and cared for her, but unfortunately for her Thebe wanted her as well.

Thebe met his sister one night in her private chamber. As he advanced to her she turned him away and pleaded with him to stop. King Thebe knew no bounds, knew no restrictions as his no’s had become yes’s in every facet of his life, who was this lady sister or not to tell him otherwise? So, he took her. He ravaged her body and took her innocence from her. After which he finished his two accomplices threw her out of the castle and into the outer regions. Emily became banished for made up charges and nothing came of suspicion. Upon her finger was placed a ring of disownment. It was symbolic to a marriage away from the kingdom”. She was banished from Tyre to never be seen again.

Many decades had passed, and King Thebe laid in his royal chambers stretched out in his bed next to his queen. He as an old man was nothing more than an old bag of meat wasting away his last days in fear and scorn. His queen was similar as she held no more purpose than that of the Persian rugs draped under the bed, or the mahogany frame itself; just another lifeless possession of the king. Many nights had gone on like this over the decades of his reign. A lost in the sea of old age with no direction. But lately his ship had run ashore to the island of fear as Thebe became anxious for his life. In the past few months, many nobles were turning up dead around the high castle. Just last week two people were found mauled and mutilated at dusk and their bodies painted in blood across the king’s door. As his majesty stepped across the doorway that fateful morning his feet were drenched in blood, but his mind was awash in shock. The two bodies were his accomplices that had helped him do a similar slaying many decades ago. This attack was one of bewilderment not of an enemy but of one within the castle itself.

King Thebe spent many days observing and interrogating various men trying to find any reason, any way to remove those from around him. In a span of two months his highness ordered twenty-three executions. All of whom did not stop others around the castle from turning up dead. Nearly all the royal family and royal court wondered if they were next.

On a dark night in July, As King Thebe laid in bed with his queen stale and stiff as ever there were met with an unexpected guest. As the door opened slowly Thebe was ready to hear the news at this hour that another ally had turned up dead. He was already preparing his mind to act surprised at this news, although the surprise on his face never truly was.

Entering the room was a lanky but stern man about 6’2. He had long black hair down to his shoulders with brown eyes. His resemblance looked familiar, but still unrecognizable to Thebe. The stranger closed the door behind him and stood there gazing at the King. Never mind the queen as she laid there clenching to Thebe’s arm in fear.

“Forgive me thy liege, I am… in awe of thee”, the man said with a smile while bowing down. “I have worked hard…very, very hard to meet thee. And here I am, or better yet here YOU are!”

“State thy purpose?”, Thebe shouted.

Me. Thebe thought to himself. He is here for me. The King could tell by the look in his eye he was after him and only him. If anything were to happen to the Queen, it was just clearing up the witness.

“I am not a man of much words your highness.” Said the man in black as he moved closer to the bed.

“I do not have a longwinded explanation of how I got here, or how I have turned these murders up. Even now as you ask me this question of why I am here, and to what I wish to do there is of only one word of suffice to the means in which I have come here on this dark night. Justice”.

“Justice, say you? What kind justice is in the killing of a decrepit old King and his fair madame? You come here to my chambers and I expect from you harrowing shouts and a turgid speech. A speech to melt my bones, startle my soul, or maybe invigorate a movement of the people and erect anarchy but you come here limp in the wee hours pouring out mud on top of this blazing fire of a kingdom in the utterance of such nonsense?”

“Aye, but the fire of this kingdom was fanned and extended with wood. A branch stripped form the tree of knowledge and guided by the famous serpent as you used it. Make no mistake my lord I know how you have snatched this crackled crown from your father’s head and sat it upon your own. It was not graciously given by our Lord of the heavens. But siezed forcefully with the help of sly Satan”, the intruder shot back.

“Or have you forgotten thy sin that cannot be washed away so easily? It is understandable. We all have scars from our days as Childs tossing and turning in the yard. The scrapes and scraps left on our bodies stand out but overtime they blend end easily. I ask you tonight, your majesty to take a close look at your scars of old.”

And just like that He held it up. The scar after so many years Thebe had tried to forget. What dangled in the air was the ring of his sister, Hannah. His sister that he had raped and banished had bore a son and now he sat across the room from him. While the ring dangled in the air, the heart of the king began to arise as he felt a great heaviness from his gormless actions.

“I have stolen the land from another without remorse. I have stolen land and planted seeds that I believed would yield prosperity for thyself, but the grounds stolen have been long poisoned by my father and his father before him. Now is a sour harvest erected before myself that I have done to my own demise.”

“I accept my fate dear son but tell me this, is thou art capable of mending thee field? Will ye not yield a harvest of destruction and dismality like thou father and many before has? Are you the one who will bring the good favor of The Lord upon these fields or have your seeds of death already been laid as you make you way here?”

The King looked at him as he did not respond but didn’t need to. He already knew his answer. He began laughing as his voiced quavered he clutched the hands of his queen a single tear drew from his eye.

“Nor did I my son. Nor did I.”

The young intruder moved in and made the king and queen into his own art. Constructing blood, bone, intestines, and all into a lumpy pottery.

Just like his father he did well to cover his tracks that night and make sure he was not to be blamed.

He approached the high court later with a fabricated story about him slaying the attackers almost saving the king in a valiant effort. He lied and said that his father knew and kept him a secret because of his suspicion of treason. The son lied and boasted that Thebe told him if he died to step from the shadows and take the throne. His plan went had become successful.

In the coming weeks the vengeful prince became the new ruler in favor of the kings many daughters. A scaturient day it was as his new life was everything he could have hoped for. On that day he took the seat of power in front of the entire kingdom. As the prince sat in his royal chair, he looked over his newfound kingdom and people while he saw one of old memory. During his plot to the crown the prince had only one assistant help him to the king. His dear comrade Evelyn. She was of low stature like him. They grew up in the outer kingdom slums together and he promised her that they would rise as one or fall as one. But it was him on the throne, and her in the crowd. He took a quick glance at her and turned away. That night, the prince went to bed laid next to many concubines and mistresses.

Across the kingdom dear Evelyn went to bed. Unlike the new king her belly was roaring as she made a modest supper of oats and nuts adorned with various cheeses grown on her farm. While here stomach was empty it was also growing. Growing both with the seed that the prince had implanted almost two months ago. In her stomach brewing was a stew pot of hatred and vituperation soon to be served fresh many years later.

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