#shiro slander

[atiianeishaunted]

also this old really badly drawn shitpost, tw kys joke and shiro slander LMFAO

[mpregfanatic197]

I will defend Ganta Igarashi till the day I die. Ganta is honestly my comfort character 😭

Plus Ganta can be a badass too, have you read the manga? Even in the anime he does fight back when push comes to shove, and he did save Shiro's life in episode fuckin' 2! And beat Senji/Crow in a fight at Carnival Corpse, and beat Yoh's bitchy as fuck sister humming bird or whatever.

Ganta haters just piss me off.

[holysheithyall]

my shitposts are the lowest of quality bc its what they deserve

[the-feral-gremlin]

Scrolling through my phone and found this photo of Shiro

[shinysparklesapphires]

Hear me out for shits and giggles and since no one prob like Shiro there would be A select group of people anonymous that make Shiro x Ink fanart cause they know he dislikes ink and it would piss him off (idk why I thought this up)

They would get poofed immediately 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[transasahi]

vId fr brings out the worst in me i am just going through the notes of the lawlight v kIance poll and just. blocking people. instead of enjoying my saturday like a fucking normal person

[yolli-es]

StarGuardianAU!Jinx × FemReader. Part 2💫💫

I COULDN'T FIT IT IN 1 PART, SORRY 🙌🏻

I've read these posts a thousand times already, but I'm still not sure about the content. English is not my native language, thank you for understanding

After that, you couldn't tear yourself away from each other. Jinx wasn't afraid to go anywhere with you anymore. Again, she doesn't give a shit about the opinions of idiots around her. The main thing is that you know the truth.

Jinx wasn't embarrassed when everyone stared at your duet in public places. You tried to imitate her in this.

Damn, you were addicted to her.

You started spending time together outside of school. Jinx constantly drags you to her house.

You especially remember the sleepover when Jinx first showed you her Kuro and Shiro! Those chubby guys were just as in love with you as you were with them. Even Shiro, who doesn't express any emotions, can smile at you on your first meeting.

Jinx, by the way, doesn't know what kind of animals they are. She likes to think they're a rare breed of alien cat-dog. You support her in this.

These cuties could become invisible at any moment. This is necessary to always be close to their owner and in a moment of urgent need to help her save the universe.

Only their owner, Jinx, could see these animals at any time.

After your acquaintance with the chubby ones, you ask Jinx to show you them every time

Things were great between you two, but you hated the slander against Jinx. People kept thinking she was horrible, which you really didn't like.

That's why, when Lux and the others couldn't handle Zoe's new pet, you convinced Jinx to step in.

Jinx wanted to help them, because despite the harsh words she still considered them friends. However, it seemed to her that everyone would turn on her again because of the explosions and other things. She did not intend to make things worse for them. That yours admiring look and short conversation finally convinced her to intervene.

Well, her spectacular appearance did not go unnoticed. Magic and glitter didn't help the Star Guardians, so heavy magical explosions saved not only the girls, but the entire city.

People finally shut up and recognized Jinx as worthy of the powers of starlight. Lux also apologized publicly, which helped a lot.

They discussed everything later, alone. Lux was truly ashamed, but Jinx didn't seem to care. She wasn't angry anymore, not when that fight allowed her to meet you.

So, Jinx is back on the team, and no one is whining about her little love of destruction. Still, she does all this work to protect her loved ones. Even if in such a weird way.

You were proud of her, and, believe me, she was no less proud of herself. You're dealing with Jinx, after all.

Sometimes you spoil her with too much attention.

You also learned that Jinx is incredibly strong. And that's a hindrance. Of course, you felt it during your first embrace, but under the surge of feelings, you did not pay due attention.

She herself didn't know about it. Until you have a huge bruise on your skin from her weak push on your shoulder. She is ashamed of it, and she won't stop apologizing.

The power of starlight made her much stronger than any human, and her fighting style allowed her to compete with other Guardians in this.

Now she has to control the force of her pressure. When she took your hand, she did it very carefully.

Your relationship began spontaneously. You found yourself not far from a Star Guardians brawl. Noticing you in the crowd, Jinx's blood boiled. She had never been so serious and careful.

As the creature headed your way, you learned another amazing thing. When Jinx has a lot of adrenaline in her blood, wings appear behind her back. Just for a few seconds while her little animals merge into one giant rocket. One black and one white. You knew her tattoo was there for a reason!

You have never seen anything more beautiful and dangerous. No threat to life could ruin this moment for you.

It ended well, as always, but not for Jinx. She went into hysteria when she found herself next to you, right after everything had calmed down and the danger had passed. She looked at you over and over, breathing heavily.

You said you were fine, but she wouldn't calm down. You couldn't think of anything better than to grab her face with your hands and pull her closer.

Jinx kissed you without thinking twice. It came out a little rude, even though she tried not to overdo it, but you didn't care. You answered with pleasure.

And so, in the light of flashing cameras and the embarrassing glances of her team, you "announced" the beginning of your relationship.

After such a hot start, your couple was not left alone. You were often photographed and filmed, and something stupid was shouted at you. 

Tell Jinx you hate it, and they'll be gone in a few seconds.

Otherwise, your relationship has been unusually calm. Jinx is very active and inquisitive, but if you want silence, she won't mind. Will you tell her something, like at the very beginning of your relationship?

She still loves listening to you and can't stand other people's chatter.

You also take pleasure in taking care of her hair.

Your first time having sex wasn't planned.

You were brushing her hair when you suddenly thought that riding her was a good idea.

Jinx held on for quite a while. She wanted to touch, taste, and listen. It was only a matter of time before her desire overcame her fear.

You found yourself under her.

Jinx started out very confident, very in her style. But then she started to lose her head, blush, and huff and puff awkwardly.

This is as much a first-time experience for her as it is for you.

She was very careful with you. Every movement of her hand was controlled.

Jinx couldn't relax at first due to excessive control of one's movements. It was bad, but you didn't mind.

The friction against each other, although so awkward, was pleasant.

When you were able to cum from this, Jinx was delighted.

You definitely liked it, until it dawned on you that Jinx hadn't finished.

She said it was okay, but you just had to make her relax.

She didn't let you finish what you started that day.

After that, struggling with your embarrassment, you pestered Jinx when you both were alone. Not too pushy, and the girl could always say "no" to you.

Jinx never said this.

After a couple of months of physical contact (not always a sexual type), Jinx was able to relax.

You definitely won't be prepared for such a high libido. Jinx won't leave you alone. She's been holding back for a long time, and now she wants to take hers back.

Her hands did everything themselves, gently and easily, just the way you like it.

She loves to slowly run her fingers down your stomach, but she never touches your pussy so fast.

Try to rub yourself against her hands, and she will remove them from your body.

She also didn't forget about your breasts, often "accidentally" running her fingernail over your nipple.

When she undresses you, she can't help but let out a quiet squeak. Your body is her second blessing. No, starlight be damned, you were the first.

Jinx also loves kissing. It's always dirty, she's very impatient.

Speaking of which, Jinx starts with two fingers at once.

The pace is also not kind to your body, get ready to squirm and beg for her to be slower. She won't listen.

But if you hug her around the neck and gently rub your cheeks against hers? Okay, she'll slow down. 

She melts at any tenderness yours offers her. But this does not mean that she will be unhappy with rude treatment. 

Don't be shy about scratching and biting Jinx. Her body regenerates quickly, so forget about restraint and just grab her like it's your last time.

Don't pull her hair while she's between your legs.

Forget it; Jinx will let you do it. But please, not too much. You're unlikely to be able to pull them out, but it's a big distraction from her lunch.

She also doesn't mind if you choke her for a short time.

Jinx won't do this to you. Don't even try.

Any other even slightly cruel games in sex on you are also prohibited.

Want to take the initiative? She will be happy to obey you.

But don't even try to tease her longer than necessary or tell her what to do.

Her pride will not allow her to torment her longer than she wants.

Sorry, but even in this position, Jinx is dominant.

Her weak spot is her back, right on the spot of her tattoo. Stroke, scratch, or kiss; she will respond to everything very willingly. 

Jinx will moan loudly and expect the same from you. 

"Come on, you can be louder. You don't want me to press harder, do you?"

The sounds of your pussy excite her no less.

She teases like hell, but she would never do anything that you wouldn't like.

Due to Jinx's work and hard studies, sometimes you can't see each other for a long time. She can't stand it and fucks herself with her fingers until her hand gets tired and and her throat will start to hurt from moaning your name.

She tries to mimic your movements, but it almost never works.

Jinx doesn't like doing it, but the itch of dissatisfaction slowly eats her from the inside.

She'll never tell you, but her biggest sexual fantasy is having sex with you near school. In the very place where you first met.

In her head, it's mostly romantic but also very creepy. You won't do it.

She also has a little secret that she has never told you about: Kuro and Shiro saw everything you did with each other. Every time.

Jinx tried to chase them away, but they just don't understand what she wants from them.

At the same time, it never bothered her.

But you will definitely be embarrassed, and after this confession, you will definitely not be able to fuck anymore. 

You might die of shame.

She adores you, loves you, and cares for you. In a variety of ways

PART ONE: StarGuardianAU!Jinx × FemReader

THANK YOU FOR READING! I understand if you couldn't read even 1 of my posts about this. You might think it would be easier to write a fanfic about it. No, it's not easier to me 🥹🤚

I didn't plan to become an author here, but I have a couple more ideas 😋

[lnkedmyheart]

Vld rewatch was a wild trip honestly. My general opinions are as follows:

Generic ass show. I'm not entirely sure why it took off as much as it did but it was generic af.

I still stand by that the Alteans spout some serious "white man's burden" type of shit. Very reminiscent of all the shit I spent slogging over in my postcol lectures.

I'm still shook that people never pointed out Alfor literally nuked Daibazaal and basically forced the Galrans into exile.

Haggar's character died when she remembered she's a mom.

I may not be huge on Allura given some of the really weird choices made with the Alteans but damn you really murked the victim of a genocide for the greater good, huh?

Kl fans really thought their ship was gonna be canon cause a couple people on the show drew art for it. I guess Revy and Roberta have been screwing behind the scenes.

Shiro is my son and the only good thing second to my best friend acquisition to come out of vld. I would have added Zarkon but we literally had only 2 seasons of him before his daddy ass was nuked.

I originally went in expecting ka1lura because that's how it always went and started actually liking a1lurance by the end. Yes it was developed pretty well all things considered. Only one other duo was developed more than them and it wasn't the two twinks.

I like the MFE pilots more than the paladins given that the latter's bond was non existent by the end.

Hunk and Shay were not a good couple in terms of development. Sorry it's cute but it's boring as fuck. No build up, they meet, the fat guy liked the fat girl and they immediately start dating. That's the way of the fat peeps in media. Lord forbid we give people who aren't skinny actual developed love stories.

My use of the word daddy is reserved for two fictional men. He's one of them.

Keith, Matt, Ezor and Allura were the prettiest characters. I can see why everyone wanted a piece of Keith in particular for their ships.

Keith x Axca would have been the lamest endgame. My boy is running around in space, is a part alien and with so many unique looking characters around him only to end up with the alien with the most uninteresting character design is just ridiculous. Had she looked buff like Zethrid or unusual like Ezor I'd have been down for it.

Krolia had bad character design. She's a generic fem galra Keith au fan art.

You couldn't get me to take [Man]'s existence seriously. If you put a loaded gun to my head and demanded I do I'd squeeze your trigger finger and off myself instead.

Shiro's new arm is UGLY.

The castle of lions looks like a giant fancy dildo.

Lotor's arc was dumb. Loved the racism of Lotor's Altean side being praised when he's faking goodness but a Galran when he's evil? As if it's not his Altean mother's obsessive ambition that led to his downfall while Zarkon literally went mad because of his love and devotion for Honerva? Oh right, Alteans good Galra bad. My mistake.

LM and JDS don't deserve a fraction of the slander they still keep getting. The show was bad in the way a generic idea tends to be when you have a bunch of different writers.

S8 is objectively awful but the quality declined after s2.

I hate their chins. Shiro was the only one with a chin I could get behind.

I really want to go back to that time when we used to slap "Disclaimer: I do not own *insert show name*. The show and all the characters are the property of *insert company/creator's name*". It will definitely reduce the obscene entitlement amongst modern audiences.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Bah cawk! B-b-bah cawk!”

“Fuck off, Hunk.”

Hunk grins, continuing to flap his arms and squawk like a fool. “Somebody’s a chicken! Bah cawk!”

“I am not going to chicken out this time,” Lance says hotly. He tries to deck Hunk in the arm, hard, but unfortunately he’s currently lugging a crate out of his lion so he has to set it down before he can swing and Hunk has time to dodge.

“You are so,” Hunk taunts, shifting a safe distance away from Lance because he knows Lance and he knows Lance well, and so he knows the next thing he has coming is a swift kick to the ass. “You chickened out last night, and the night before, and the night before that —”

“I’m gonna do it this time,” Lance insists. “I am. I’m gonna make a move.”

Hunk shrugs, insufferably smug. “Sure, Loverboy.”

Any further attempt to argue with him is futile. He responds to every single thing Lance says with more chicken noises, to the point where Lance is ready to kill him for real, and then he books it when Lance’s brown eyes tip into something a little crazed.

“Get back here, you dick! Square the fuck up! You slanderer! You shithead! You three-cheeked buttface!”

Hunk cackles. “Bah-cawk! Chicken! You’re chicken!”

Lance snaps. He drops the crate, barely glancing behind him as it clatters to the ground, and starts really sprinting. Hunk, glancing behind him with a mischievous grin that drops into a look of pure fear when he realizes how fast Lance is gaining on him.

“Shiro! Allura! Somebody!” he screeches, stumbling over a rock. “Lance is trying to kill me for no reason! He’s gone insane!”

“Yeah, that’s right, you dick, you can run but you can’t run far —”

Lance finally wrenches his bayard from where it’s clipped to his belt, setting the power to the hardest stunner — painful but not lethal, because that’s what Hunk’s annoying ass deserves — and taking aim. Hunk glances behind him again right before Lance squeezes the trigger and screams at the top of his lungs.

“Coran! Help!”

“I’m gonna fucking get you —”

Biceps of steel — well, one bicep of steel — wraps around his waist, plucking him from the air kicking and yelling.

“Woah, there, Jack Nicholson. Cool it a second and remember Hunk is your best friend.”

“Hunk is my worst enemy,” Lance spits. He glares at the asshole in question, cowering behind an amused Allura, who glares right back. He has the gall to stick out his tongue, yelping when Lance lunges forward, Shiro’s admittedly strong grip the only thing holding him back.

“Don’t you two love each other or something?” Allura drawls.

“He called me a chicken!” Lance shouts. “And squawked at me! Like a four year old!”

“You are a chicken!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am —”

Shiro shakes Lance like a rag doll. “Shut up,” he says mildly. “Use big boy words, both of you. Why is Hunk calling you a chicken?”

Lance looks away, cheeks suddenly hot. “Nothing. No reason.”

“B-bah cawk!”

Shiro quickly holds down Lance’s wrists so he can’t shoot a cackling Hunk. Lance struggles for a moment, but sags eventually under Shiro and Allura’s curious looks.

“I’m — gonna try to make a move,” he mumbles. “On Keith.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Oh,” Allura says, voice trembling. Her hand is clamped to her mouth. Lance can feel Shiro’s whole body shaking. He wrenches himself away, scowling harder.

“I hate all of you,” he snaps as the three of them collapse into giggles. “None of you have any faith in me. My friends suck. I want new ones.”

Shiro tries desperately to reign himself in. “S-sorry, kiddo, it’s just —” he can’t even finish his sentence, laughing so hard he’s hunched over. The worst part is that the sound makes Lance smile involuntarily, so he can’t even look properly scorned as he stomps off.

He runs into Coran and Pidge on his way to the clearing they’ve decided to camp in for the night. Pidge doesn’t not hesitate before dumping her armful of equipment on him — chairs, sleeping bags, pillows — and frolicking off like a nature sprite ahead of them. Lance rolls his eyes affectionately, adjusting the new load of stuff in his arms and striking up conversation with Coran. The two of them chat idly as they take their time to get to the clearing, talking about some of the cool birds they’ve been seeing flying overhead every once in a while. (They’re fuckin’ massive — Lance has been calling them pterosaurs in his head. He hopes he gets the chance to pet one.)

“You’re quiet, dear,” Coran comments. He nudges Lance’s shoulder teasingly. “For you, anyway.”

Lance huffs a laugh, nudging right back. “It’s nothing, really. Just a little nervous.”

“I see.” Coran hums. “Would those nerves have anything to do with our passionate black paladin?”

“Got me,” Lance says, grinning slightly. “I’m, uh, gonna try and make a move today. Hunk called me a chicken and I won’t stand for that.”

“That’s the only reason, of course.”

Lance laughs. “Of course, Coran. Whattaya take me for?”

Coran keeps ribbing him gently as they walk, but it’s different from everyone else’s teasing. Not that Lance really minds the other teasing, honestly. He knows they’re only joking. But Coran’s teasing only serves to make him more confident, not nervous. It reminds him of the teasing his Mamà would do, when he came to her complaining about how horrible his siblings were being. The encouraging kind of playful. It makes him smile, remembering that. He’s going to get it all again soon.

They’ve barely stepped foot into the clearing before a voice is calling out, loud and excited.

“Lance! Hi!” Keith’s smile is huge, wide and taking up his whole face. He waves Lance over, patting the chair he’s got set up next to him.

“Go on, Number Four,” Coran says, switching his armful of equipment over to one hand and scooping up Lance’s easily.

Right. Altean superstrength.

Lance grins at him again, then jogs over in Keith’s direction.

“Hey, Lance,” Keith repeats, much softer this time. “You wanna sit?”

Lance nods, slowing down to a walk. He stops barely a foot away from the foot of Keith’s chair as an idea hits him.

“Yeah,” he says coyly. He pivots slightly, facing Keith’s chair instead of the empty one next to him. He shivers exaggeratedly, rubbing his arms and saying brr (out loud, with his mouth, dear God). He takes a millisecond to steel himself and then crawls onto Keith’s chair, wedging himself next to him and wiggling around to make himself comfortable. His heart pounds, and the muffled sniggering he hears around him does his already burning face no favours. “Whew. This planet is frosty, huh? I’m cold.”

“Oh!”

Keith sounds so enlightened that for a brief, stupid second, Lance is convinced he’s gotten the hint.

But no. Of course not.

Keith scrambles out of the chair, Lance yelping as he nearly gets shoved right off it.

“I’ll build a fire!,” Keith exclaims. He looks at Lance with maybe the proudest look he’s ever seen on him.

Shiro lets out a loud, ridiculous “Ha!” and then the rest of the team — all five of them, even Coran — burst into hooting laughter.

Keith shoots them a weird look. “What’s with them?”

Lance sighs. He buries his face in his palms, something like hysterical laughter bubbling up his throat, and he barely shoves it down. “No fucking clue.”

Evidently Keith decides to drop it, patting Lance on the knee before taking off into the woods, presumably to grab some firewood.

“Oh my God,” Pidge guffaws. Shiro makes a strange sound, choking on his dramatic ass hooting. There’s a thump noise as he literally rolls off his chair and hits the ground. Hunk and Allura aren’t far behind him.

Keith spends the next varga lugging around giant logs of fallen trees, chopping them into firewood — which, Lance will admit, is most definitely a positive side to this whole shitshow. Keith might not quite have Captain America’s rippling muscles, but he’s most definitely got that ass, and Lance could watch him chop wood for days — and arranging them into a neat pile. He’s thankfully focused enough to be completely oblivious to the crew of dumbasses making endless horrible jokes and continuously cracking each other up at Lance’s misfortune.

Keith stands proudly at the frankly roaring fire when he’s finished, looking between it and Lance and smiling broadly.

“That better?” he asks.

Lance smiles, fond and exasperated all in one. “Yeah, Keith,” he says. “It’s awesome. Thank you.”

He pauses for a moment as a thought crosses his mind.

Wait a second. He might be able to turn this shit around after all.

“I’m really grateful,” Lance repeats. He scooches back into the chair and pars the space in front of him. “Come sit.”

Once again, though, the hint flies right over Keith’s head as he walks right by Lance, cuffing him on the shoulder, before sitting on the empty chair next to him.

Lance deflates. The rest of the team loses their shit.

“What is with you weirdos?” Keith demands. He looks at Lance, arms spread in confusion.

You’re such a fucking dumbass, Lance thinks. I love you so fucking much. Please use your brain.

“Who knows,” he says instead.

Keith nods. “Let’s just ignore them and enjoy the fire, huh?” He stands up, moving his chair a little closer to Lance before sitting back down. He’s silent a moment, face screwed up like it is right before he’s about to do something unbelievably stupid and reckless on a mission that he knows Lance will scream at him for.

But he doesn’t do anything stupid. Instead he reaches forward, determined once he convinces himself, and wraps his hand around Lance’s.

Lance holds his fucking breath, forcing himself as still as possible. He’s terrified that if he so much as thinks too loudly Keith might change his mind.

“Yeah,” he breathes, once he’s sure Keith isn’t going to pull away. “Let’s enjoy the fire.”

———

based on this video

[shiroen]

🔪 - Any characters you don't like?

💬 - Any fan theories you've had or currently have?

🎤 - Any hot takes?

Hello anon! Thank you for sending in an ask. I'm going to answer 🔪🎤 first as they will be shorter answers and then dive into the fan theory part that will have a read-more break because it'll be pretty long (with screenshots).

There are a few character in ITGR that I don't like, but one of my least favorites, if not my least favorite, is Chase. Who, I do notice, is quite the fan favorite, possibly second to Brook. SORRY for the slander if you like Chase by the way uhmm I definitely understand the appeal of his character, in season one, he's a self-righteous idealistic man who takes it in his own hands to do anything he can to improve the state of the world regardless of whether people see it as morally correct. Hell, I like Light Yagami (not Shiro mentioning something from another fandom on his ITGR blog? Breaking his own rules, eh?) even, so of course I can see the appeal of a character like this, but after season three starts, that whole image collapses. He loses his plot involvement and direction as a character, in the end no longer caring enough about the world to take the steps he did before to improve it. While this is a fair development of a character like him, in ITGR, it just renders him near useless. After the arc where they attempt to uncover Scarlet's backstory, he turns into an accessory purely as a motive (taking care of him) for Scarlet, and to an extent holding her back. Going from whip-smart detective with unrealistic ideals to A Guy. A nerd who kinda bums around as the ITGR discord would describe it. It's all a realistic turn of events but nonetheless that doesn't make him a likeable character to me. Not saying that a good character has to necessarily be plot relevant and etc. at all it's just my personal preference that they are.

Sorry. Going to yap a bit more about Chase regarding the hot take I'll be talking about. I personally do NOT think Chase should return and that Zero is Chase, and I don't think he should be from a storytelling perspective. Many have talked about how much they'd like Chase's return and have been hoping for Zero to be Chase, not taking into account how Chase, if he returns, because there is just no way for him to be plot relevant at all as of season four's current plot. All he'd do is be an accessory to Scarlet and hold the plot back. It also feels disrespectful for him to be brought back after that very heartfelt send-off in season three, just taking away all its merit and significance. If Zero turns out to be Chase—I think that takes away the whole merit of his character. His largest appeal to, at least me, is the unsteadiness of his sense of identity, careening between the feelings of a dead man and his own role as an archreaper. I don't know about you, but I think it'd feel very invasive to feel the emotions of someone else that you wouldn't have otherwise, and then being forced to put those emotions (and memories) into conflict with the current identity you have (for Zero, as the most powerful archreaper, directly in opposition to Scarlet). Grave has set up such potential with Zero already, and a reveal that he was actually Chase all this time would be so disappointing IMO.

Fan theory time. Discussing archreaper Three and Five's identities... this is a theory shared by the ITGR discord as I'm actually not great at making theories aha.

FIVE'S IDENTITY

I haven't seen a lot of theories about Five's identity actually. Out of what I know, I can infer that it'd probably be pretty likely in some readers minds that Five could be Ana, considering that she was sentenced to the fifth circle (Episode 11).

However, I propose a different idea: that Five is not Ana, but Natasha (Brook's sister).

Natasha has a very similar sin as Ana, who was sentenced to the fifth circle for killing her own son. If qualifications for the fifth circle is killing a family member, whether indirectly or directly, then Natasha fits the bill (with killing Brook by ordering a subordinate to do so).

In the first archreaper appearance, Episode 155, Five's first words are "...Cease your squabbling, fools," and, "It's unsightly. We should behave with the same status as our stations imply." While we never heard Natasha directly talk to Brook within his backstory, this sounds quite, pretentious? Comes off high and lofty, as if coming from a "woman of high nobility," as Jordan notes. This falls in line with Natasha, the head of her clan and company, who can be assumed to be, if not nobility, then at least rich enough to seem so.

Five's sihlouette, at higher brightness, has hair very similar to Natasha in Brook's backstory.

Comparing that, to:

It's not a perfect match, though it isn't out of the realm for Natasha's hairstyle to have been altered a bit, as Everette definitely underwent a more pretty drastic hairstyle change as well. Now, if we look closer at that image of Five at a higher brightness, if you can, look closely at her pupils: the shape of a crosshair.

Natasha, in Brook's backstory, has been seen with guns:

It would make sense for the archreaper with crosshair pupils to have used firearms in their life, and use them in the afterlife as their main weapon.

Now, examining the silhouettes revealed on Episode 194, here is Five's:

[Image ID: Everette as a snail explaining Five's temperament with her silhouette; a woman with large horns and hair in a braid that falls down to her knees. She appears to be wearing a dress. Everette says: "Five is really scary! She's got a sharp temper! She also thinks she's better than everyone else, which... I dunno, she is pretty smart, but if I talked to her for too long, I think I'd cry...!" The background is bright pink.]

Five's hair has changed, from Episode 155, it being down, to 194, it being braided. That's fine, Vincent's eye color changed from brown to light orange to match his little sister better, Grave has done this before. Also, the background, bright pink, is probably her demon, which is a very similar color to Brook's accent color, yeah?

As for the personality description, we don't know that much about Natasha's temperament, but it fits well for a businesswoman who ran a company. Whip smart and with a sharp temper. Probably makes subordinates cry, or at least fearful.

I think... I've solidified my case of Five's identity pretty well with what we have released at the time of writing this. It also makes sense plot-wise as a way to reinvolve Brook into season four's plot, by exploring parts of his past once again. Their (likely) confrontation will be very interesting to see in the future.

THREE'S IDENTITY

I think Three's identity has been most popularly theorized to be Natasha, but with all that I've said to convince you of Natasha being Five, then who do I think Three is?

I've already disproved Natasha as Three pretty clearly, as her sentence would likely be greater than the third circle for murder (Liam was sentenced to fourth for murdering someone random, while Ana was sentenced to fifth for murdering her own family).

This will be mostly based off my own conclusions and inferences rather than concrete text evidence, so take it with a grain of salt if you will, I believe Three's identity to be Ashe's daughter.

It would make sense plot-wise, if Natasha is a way to bring back Brook and make him plot relevant, than if Three is Ashe's daughter, it could be a big arc of character development for him. At the moment, Ashe's role in season's four plot is kind of... boring? He's kind of just there to fight, not super useful, but if he encounters someone in his past he'd be made plot relevant. Both a backstory reveal and a way to explore Ashe's character.

The only concrete evidence we have of Three being Ashe's daughter is from Everette's description of her in Episode 194.

[Image ID: Everette as a snail explaining Three's temperament. Three's silhouette is displayed as a woman with hair let down reaching her lower back and wearing some sort of dress, probably a kimono. Everette says: "Three is a very put-together lady, and she doesn't speak much. Despite that, I can tell she isn't from the modern day!" The background is a red with a slight pink tint.]

The personality doesn't give much, Ashe's daughter could be anyone with any kind of temperament. However, Everette notes that she notably isn't from the modern day, and she is the only archreaper to which Everette says this. In addition, her silhouette seems to be fitting for someone wearing a kimono, which would make sense considering the time period the Ashe was from in Japan.

I don't have much more to say about Three, but, Jesus christ, this was a huge fucking post. Sorry for spilling this huge yap onto you, anon, and if you did read it all the way, thank you for sending in the ask! The amount of times I've said plot in this post is ridiculous

[ridiasfangirlings]

every clan reacting to their "hate tweets" or their haters in general

S4, I bet Fushimi doesn’t care since he’s the king of haters, there’s nothing any random stranger could say about him that would even bother him (also like what are people going to say, that he’s an asshole, he knows that already he likes being an asshole). Munakata I imagine being similarly unbothered for the most part, he’s a public figure after all and it’s a fact of life that the common people may not always agree with him. He probably perfectly calm reading his hate tweets until he sees one that came from Mikoto and now he’s angrily typing up very serious rebuttals because he can’t just let Suoh have the last word. Awashima finds the entire thing pointless, surely people have better things to do than complain about a complete stranger on the internet. The squad don’t manage to be as chill as their superiors though, like I can see Enomoto turning out to be unexpectedly focused with this and he’s constantly responding or counter-trolling because he’s not letting normies talk about him this way okay. Akiyama claims they should be above this sort of thing until Hidaka shows him a tweet where someone called him short and now Akiyama has to resist the urge to respond (Benzai, on the other hand, is just delivering pointed verbal beatdowns to anyone who posts hate tweets about himself or Akiyama). 

Homra end, Yata definitely couldn’t handle reading hate tweets calmly, he’s yelling and shaking the screen (half his hate tweets are from Fushimi anyway). Totsuka just thinks it’s funny, I imagine him laughing about all his and being very amused by it. Kusanagi is an adult with a job so he doesn’t care much as long as someone doesn’t try to slander his bar, then it’s war. Mikoto’s only interested in sending hate tweets to Munakata and doesn’t pay any attention to his own, the only thing that might annoy him is if like someone suggested the Blue King is better than him. The rest of Homra are probably angrier about Mikoto’s haters than their own, like how dare some asshole say that about Mikoto-san, we should find them and kick their ass. The Homra alphabet aren’t as angry about their tweets as Yata but they’re still annoyed, like imagine Bandou teasing Yata for getting so upset and then he sees someone calling him a ‘maidenless loser’ and is like say that to my face asshole. Dewa calls them all idiots for being angry at random internet people until he sees someone call him ‘Hat Guy’ and immediately starts typing an angry response. 

Jungle have the power of the internet on their side so anyone hate tweets them at their peril, like Hisui can absolutely fry your computer if he feels like it. I feel like Sukuna would be trash talking people right back, bragging loudly about how much he showed that guy, take that haters. Yukari doesn’t deign to respond because hating people isn’t beautiful and anyway if someone hates him so much they’re welcome to face him in combat. Iwafune takes the whole thing in stride, haters gonna hate after all, he’s an old man he’s too drunk to care about this stuff. The Silvers are probably similar, Shiro just laughs and lets the hate roll right off him, he doesn’t really mind. Neko only gets angry if people are mean to Shiro, she’s very adamant that mean people are mean. Kuroh would probably be the one who gets mortally offended, I imagine him lecturing the others about not letting this get to you and then he sees someone hating on Ichigen Miwa’s haiku and now Kuroh must Educate Them.

[atiianeishaunted]

also on that lance knows keith the best and canonically NEVER lies about him, which i know people will raise a brow at that claim but PLEASEE just watch the show youll see what i mean

whenever he discusses keith its never like outright lies, he usually bases his statements on what hes seen personally and observed from keith (which i could get into this actually for literal hours, lance is constantly observing that man), he knows keith like the back of his hand which is CRAZY (again i could get into this but i wont until im not sick maybe)

anyway point being lance is canonically a reliable source of information about keith and quite literally the *only* reliable narrator when it comes to keith, do not say shiro is,,, i jhave . words for that man. none of them are kind.

anyway this haunts me 24/7, he never outright tries to slander keith (liek the textbook lying definition ykwim??) (im sick so pls . have mercy), he literally just states objective facts about him and adds a lil frowny face (allura dinner scene specifically when his sister expresses interest you can hear him listing off that he has a mullet and likes knives,, way to go lance, very . convincing argument)

anyway, i can. elaborate later when again i am nawt sick

[bermuda-muda]

if you only portray shiro kaneki as only coldhearted, edgy, and bloodthirsty, then i do not respect your opinion on anything.

kaneki may have become harder after his torture, but he is still soft on the inside, and shows it when it is safe to do so. if you never portray shiro kaneki as his soft inner self, i want nothing to do with you!!

kaneki does not hurt others unless it is necessary, if his loved ones are at risks, or his place in the world is at risk.

i am against kaneki ken misinformation, slander, and OOC portrayal!

[throwaway-yandere]

Happy new year everyone!!! Admittedly I suck at expressing myself so you'll have to forgive me if this comes across as a raw and chaotic mess lol. I'm not tagging the names either cause I'm a coward

It was incredibly fun running this blog!!! I never thought it last this long– and if probably wouldn't have it weren't for leftdestiny-post/shiro commenting on a fic haha (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Then I met some wonderful people, starting with like crying anon and their beloved elf darling, poptartthings, thatanonthatabsolutelyroastedtighnari, 😋 anon, veni, 🐠 anon, my mom exiled and hoo my brain is seriously a mess rn i can't type properly but i swear yall mean everything to me it's just that my aunts and uncles are all using the karaoke rn I can't hear my own thoughts but I need to write these all down before i pass out hAHAHHA (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠) they're singing victims of love rn, idk if it's my heartbeat or the speaker anymore send help–

each of yall make me always look forward to waking up the next morning! Ranging from Assistant ✾ & esther anon trying to survive, brosch and their wonderful designs (i often imagine brosch and capitano just drawing designs in silent honestly, couple goals), bakery wondering how to calm dottore, 🐠 and mochi's drawings– you're all wonderful people!! Seriously still can't believe I got noticed my romanticaa and zhongrin what. I still get so nervous when interacting with both help hAHAHAH.

2022 did not feel real for many reasons, pretty sure I'm already dead and Faceless!Ayato buried me somewhere. Y'all are fun af. 🌠 anon idk how you're doing, but shoutout to you too for somehow reading my first diluc fic and going "yeah might as well see where this writer's career will lead". I wonder how many of yall are in the same position as them cause wtf man how are tall tolerating my idiotic writings hAHAHAHHA

((Just wanna shoutout poptart again cause mom idk what I'm gonna do with that 4 dollar tip 😭))

🐠, exiled and veni were my real highlight for OCMC. The alhaitham slanders– the betrayal– lmao i was just cackling like the gremlin that i am when I read exiled's ask after the last chapter I uploaded lmao. And signora-fanboy's reblog tags were funny too lol

It was fun cooping with exiled!!! It was fun reblogging jokes with zhongrin (and making me brainrot mafia!dain dhshdjwj)!!! I was so happy T^T!!!

And this december i get to talk to riabef and watatsumii too and they're both wholesome and lowkey/highkey chaotic i love you both! Where the heck am I even going with this message my braincells are not working BUT yeah my point is that it's so awesome that even as the year's about to end I still end up meeting new blessings in life 😭😭😭

I'll just shorten this part: I used to be a major loner. It's just that since my elementary days I've just come to expect a pattern that I'm friends with someone for a year until they move out of the country. It's like I was cursed with that happening every time until I just always expect people to have an expiration date lmao. Hence, I just wanna thank my irl friends Purple and Orange Friend/a-dose-of-phitre for being my longest best friends. They gave me confidence and no I'm not crying rn shut up. Idk why yall stuck with me. Wait no I do know the answer it's cause you both want someone to bully 😭 but to bully me for 6 and now going 7 years??? Aren't you both tired???

With that in mind– i SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHY YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE TO ME 😭😭😭I PROBABLY MENTIONED THAT A LOT BUT WHY ARE YOU GUYS NICE??? I DON'T DESERVE THAT WHEN I'M WRITING YOU ANONS TO SUFFER– IDK HOW TO PAY THOSE KINDNESS BACK YALL DON'T MAKE ANOTHER "gatorade milo rice discourse" SCENARIO 😭

Man i need to stop typing my body's last hurrah is fast approaching. Can't wait to read this tomorrow and go "there are so many grammar mistakes here not even grammarly would make an attempt to understand this mess" hAHAHAHAH

Okay, okay, yeahhh

Happy new year everyone!!! I'm gonna wait like 21 more minutes and wait till the world does a factory reset for 2023. Hope yall have a wonderful year!!! Enjoy the fireworks!!! Yoimiya worked hard for those 😤

[ninjapotatohead]

Even though you slandered Shiro Maekawa and slandered the frontiers like you did yourself, the ego that thinks you're different from the fan wearing the 06 shirt on the right is amazing.

Do you really consider yourself to be a great fan and enjoy your new game? really? To see the youtuber's opinion at your convenience? huh?

You don't have a problem? what are you big ego lol

> baseless claims all from a punk-ass hiding behind Anonymous

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

**Cultivating Love**49**

Standing in the terrace, Lance shook at the sight of Zarkon. Anger bubbled up within in him. The smug insufferable menace seemed to gleam with arrogance. To his side stood his wife, and directly behind stood three figures Lance assumed to be elders that betrayed the realm.

Everything by other than what was coming through the demon realm seemed to stop. Filled with anger, Lance went to blindly strike, Keith grabbing his arm and holding him back, despite the fact that the wolf’s own energy was just as angry as Lance’s. Pidge gasped quietly

“Oh, heavens… Allura”

There was nothing they could do. Not with Lotor hurrying to drag Allura up the few steps to throw their friend at Zarkon’s feet, before kneeling on one knee before his father. Allura hadn’t moved. Lance trying to shake Keith off to go to the princess despite knowing it would be suicide to do so. With his head bowed, Lotor’s words carried far

“Father, you have arrived. I have a gift for you, the daughter of your oldest friend. The traitors who betrayed you and slandered your honour also await you. Preparations are proceeding despite the resistance. We await your orders”

Laughing sadistically, Zarkon stepped forward, taking Allura by the front of her robes then savagely backhanding her. The crack had Lance grinding his teeth, Keith’s magic singeing Lance’s arm as they both fought against their desired

“A meddlesome fool just like her father. Don’t worry, my dear, Altea will soon fall in line like the rest of the realm. Honerva, take her to the circle. Her blood will seal the dawning of a new era for this realm. Bring forth the demon army. Those who stand against us will soon learn the price of their ignorance”

Disappearing from her husband’s side, Honerva had taken Allura in an instant to the open demon portal. In the same instant Zarkon crushed the flames behind him, simply closing his hand enough to quell Keith’s raging fire

“I believe I ordered the transition to occur as smoothly as possible, Lotor”

Lance knew that cold tone. Zarkon’s disappointment felt as if he’d been doused in a cold rain despite it not being directed at him. Rising to his feet, Zarkon backhanded his son before Lotor could even stand properly. The man who ruled the demon world had never had time for incompetence, seemingly extending that to his own son. Rather than rising his hand to his father, Lotor bowed his head

“Yes, my lord. You see…”

“I did not ask for your excuses. Begone from my sight and do not fail me again”

Lotor vanished as fast as Honerva had. Lance not knowing where to look. On one hand was Allura. Their friend and confidant, dragged into this mess thanks to him. On the other was Zarkon, object of every ounce of hatred and rage that could hold. He could offer himself to the Emperor. Zarkon would slay him where he stood, yet his death could buy the others time. What was a moments more humiliation upon all he’d already endured? Taking Keith’s hand off him, Keith shook his head, knowing what Lance planned to do

“Don’t…”

“Keith…”

“He will kill you”

“I told you time and time again to let me return to my lord and master. What has being here got me? Elders who would chain me? Deny Zarkon’s magnificent? The loss of my arm? The loss of everything I once thought I held dear. He is my lord and master. He returned me to my sanity and gave me a position far beyond my standing. Without him, I am nothing. I will go to my lord. His reign is glorious and his truth eternal”

Pidge and Hunk looked utterly horrified as Lance backed away from their group. When Shiro went for him, Lance used the wolf’s own momentum to land him on his back

“You will not stop me from returning to my lord!”

With his good hand, Lance stripped his mask, throwing it down at Shiro before turning on his heel. He’d played Tailor so long and his ties to Zarkon ran more than skin deep. All that was left at this juncture was to control the damage he could.

Repulsed under Zarkon’s eyes, Lance walked forward, stopping at the first step to kneel before Zarkon. Zarkon’s laughter boomed in his ears

“Oh, what is this? You come back grovelling before me? You should know that will not save you”

“I do not asked to be saved, my lord. I was taken from your side. Tortured and held captive. None of them would allow my return, but it does not matter for you are here now before me, my Emperor. I am aware of the failure and shame I brought upon myself and your name. It will be a comfort to know my death it at your hands. That my final moments are at the hands of my one true master”

Closing his eyes, Lance wasn’t quite ready to die. When he’d knelt he’d slid Red down his sleeve. His hidden fingers sliding the blades of fabric apart. This would be no triumph final act, but the act of a desperate man in search of diversion

“Your words are the words of a coward. Do you not think I can feel what you keep within your robe? You think to strike me, the master you spew your lies at. Frankly, Tailor, you never fooled me for a moment”

Lance opened his eyes. Zarkon should have just killed him the moment he got close

“No? But I did distract you. You always pause to listen to someone fawning and simpering over your feet”

Leaping back, Lance swung Red gracefully in an arc at the same time Zarkon attacked. Both of them semi shocked when the wind caused by the action deflected half of Zarkon’s charge. At his left side appeared Shiro, White brandished, on his right was Keith. Keith taking this whole arm thing far too far. He complains once and this was what he got. Keith really was such a fool

“Lance?”

No. No just Keith. Shiro and Keith had come to side… without a plan. Lance could tell by the way Keith said his name. With the pair there to act as his defence, Lance could focus on his assault with Red

“I do not know if this will buy us time, but keep him busy”

*

Held on the edge of the demon portal, Allura felt as if Honerva’s eyes were staring right into her soul. There’d been a time when she’d known Honerva, but her memories of the woman had faded with time. She wouldn’t have recognised Zarkon either… they were important people to Lotor, but not so much to her. Her father and mother had always been the ones to entertain the couple when they would visit, so it was natural they didn’t stick in her mind the way Lotor did. She’d semi forgotten the name of Lotor’s mother until she’d spoken with Lance and the memories had been roused deep inside of her.

Still, whatever attachment there had been was done and gone. Not only had they threatened the realm, they threaten her clan. They threatened every Altean and the purity of their clan home.

With her face smarting, Allura’s eyes were squinted. Something was happening behind Honerva. As painful as it was, the slap Zarkon had given her was just what she needed to snap back to her senses. Her very being had frozen at the endless waves of darkness emitted from Zarkon. Such deep ever layered darkness that not a single speckle of light remained within. He was no longer a cultivator. No longer the man who’d visited her home. His chin couldn’t even be called his own with the sins of his staining his soul blacker than the blackest depths of despair.

And Honerva was the same. The energy coursing through her. How she could breathe, let alone move, with so much pain in her soul… she felt inhumane. Manipulated. Practically a doll stuffed full of everything bad that danced on Zarkon’s strings. They’d once been such a loving couple and now they were this.

Lotor had taught her a lesson. A lesson he probably didn’t expect her to repay so quickly. To act before she thought too much. To trust her aim and to follow through with a thoroughly convicted heart.

Behind her the portal’s magic licked at her back, trying to draw her in. Portals ran both ways and she knew that opening the demon portal with Shiro had left the flaw that Zarkon exploited. She wouldn’t beg Honerva. She wouldn’t cry. So she stared. Stared back in to Honerva’s masked face. Held by the throat, her hands were free, presumably Honerva thought her dazed.

Holding her right hand out by her side, she prayed. She prayed with every ounce of her fibre as she had since Honerva had seized her. Praying hard as she reached.

The moments seemed longer than they were. Her magic touching what she desired, yet she simply could not reach out. She’d reached as far as she could to keep her plans safe.

Then all at once Allura was falling backward. She would have fallen into the portal if something hadn’t wrapped around her waist and another something narrowly missed Honerva’s head

“You’re not hurting our friend!”

Looking to the left, Hunk and Pidge were there. Hunk’s hand tightly gripping the lead of the whip in Pidge’s hold. Pulling hard, Allura was pulled forward, falling to her knees. Pidge having saved her from falling into the portal for now though the escaping magic was still trying to pull her in. Angered, Honerva vanished, reappearing behind Hunk. Stabbing her hand into Hunk’s chest, Hunk shimmered, vanishing, Honerva spinning on the follow through and unleashing a wave of energy that sent Pidge flying backwards and broke the lead of the whip. As something caught her ankle, strong hands grabbed hers, pulling her away from the portal and into temporary safety.

Confused momentarily, she realised Hunk had saved her and the other Hunk had been an illusion. Now safe, she looked back at Pidge, Honerva advancing on her. Pidge had just saved her and most probably saved her life. This time when she held her hand out Blue came to her. The sword morphing in her hold to a shower blade, more aligned with her plan.

Before Hunk could tell her not to, Allura took off running. The blood of the demon beasts slippery beneath her boots, but now Honerva had Pidge in her sights and strange magic was starting to come forth from her hands, bring back the awful memory of the human husks. She would not allow that to happen to Pidge.

Nearly on Honerva, Honerva turned, her hand extending towards Allura, yet Hunk rushed past her. Surrounded on three sides, Allura thought she sensed hesitation, still, she didn’t let it stop her. Now that Hunk posed the bigger issue, Honerva shot a shockwave towards him, Hunk using his sword to withstand the blast, their pure energies meeting and collecting in the middle.

From behind, Pidge grabbed Honerva’s leg, Honerva force to deal with her, half turning to kick Pidge. That was all Allura needed. Covering the last few feet she screamed as she stabbed Honerva, the feeling of the blade sliding through flesh was utterly unpleasant. Teleporting away, Honerva had Blue lodged in her chest. She’d made a mistake with Lotor, but not one now when it counted. Despite her state, Pidge slammed her hands down on the terrace stone, figures appearing before Honerva, multiplying rapidly. It was then a red light hit the woman. She’d forgotten about Lance. Appearing behind Honerva, Lance grabbed her by the head, the woman screaming as Lance did something to her.

Bypassing her, Hunk ran to Pidge. Kneeling in front of her, Allura could feel the healing spell being placed on their youngest friend. Hunk was so full of love that the purity of his energy felt like sunshine compared to the hell they were in. When Honerva started screaming, Lance barely had time to pull Blue from her before half of Honerva’s fellow hooded figures took her, the other half surrounding them. Rising to his feet, Allura would never forget the look in Hunk’s eyes as he raised his blade. She’d thought him incapable of being so mad, so she thanked the heavens he was on their side. Without the need for words, Allura moved to Pidge, Hunk charging the closest of the figures.

Grabbing Pidge by the arm, Allura pulled her to her feet, then the pair of them looked towards the battle. Whatever was being summoned through was still coming. Lance was doing some weird dance of sorts with Red. Hunk was fighting two figures at the same time as they launched spells at him, and in the distance Keith and Shiro were practically blurs accompanied by the clashing of swords and flying of flames

“Allura, look out!”

She didn’t have to think this time. Blue coming to her hand. Spinning, Allura dropped, then sprang up. A little too fast for someone with a head injury, but fast enough to take the figure attacking by surprise as they were sliced from hip to shoulder diagonally, killing them on the spot. They couldn’t stay still. Grabbing Pidge by the hand, Allura started running towards Hunk. Three stood a better chance than two.

*

Deflecting Zarkon’s blow, Shiro leapt back as Keith leapt forward. The man’s raw strength comparable to that of his endless life force. Lance had vanished from their sides, but now Zarkon was no longer fighting the two them. His chi was all wrong. It was as if two inhabited his body. Auras shifting back and forth, displacing each other, blending, separating, and conflicting. Missing again, Keith snarled, Shiro striking forward in this dance they were locked in. They had gained no ground, while ground was lost around them. Insanity and corruption should have been dripping from Zarkon from the strain, yet the man wouldn’t bend his damn head, or fall to his knees and die nicely for them. Patience yielded focus, each movement Zarkon made Shiro committed to memory.

Behind him across the terrace came a rumble, the sound of the building collapsing coinciding with a sharp rise in demonic energy. The spell within the elders sanctum was complete. More and more demons were coming forth to join their master. With a wave of his hand both Shiro and Keith were sent flying backwards. Shiro driving White into the ground to slow himself, his blade ripped through the stone as if it were made of lard, resulting in him landing in a heap as blood dribbled from his mouth. Keith hadn’t been so lucky, thrown far enough back that he was now against the wall of palace to the left.

Righteousness had left the battlefield. The visions of the dead were rising, moments playing out in front of Zarkon who didn’t care. Should Lance and Keith known his inner thoughts, they’d have both protested. His ex-mates. The pair whom he loved more than his own life and soul. If he could have spent the rest of his life in quiet peace with both of them, he’d have been the happiest and most blessed man to ever live within the realm.

Pulling White from the ground, Shiro ran his thumb along the blade, letting his soul intertwine with that of White’s. The principal the same as Lance activating Blue, yet wildly different. A soul was wrapped in layers. The layers compounding and protecting the energy within. When a soul shattered that energy was released, small glittering fragments unconfined as they returned to the circle of life and death, not rebirth. He’d never so much hinted to his mates that such a thing was possible. Keith was too rash, and Lance loved too much. This was his call to the heavens. To give his life in such a way… unless Zarkon fell before the end, that was the path Shiro now walked.

Around him pure energy collected, white warm light arched from his body, which was left lighter as his soul healed his wounds on contact. No more were his steps carrying the weight of a human.