#teen girl defense squad

[lilisouless]

85% of Nancy haters being Billy stans is so hilarious

[so-sick-of-17]

Did I pause a as minute into an episode of Cobra Kai I was watching with my family to spend 20 minutes defending Sam LaRusso? Yes. Yes I did.

[starcurtain]

I have a headcanon that girls in Natlan (and hey, guys too, we are fair and equal in this house!) obsess over Ancient Names the way real teens obsess over astrology signs.

There's entire scrolls with clickbaity titles like "What His Ancient Name Says About Him" and "Are Your Names Compatible? Read Up on the History to Find Out If You'll Be a Match!"

Ancient Names that can be interpreted as relating to relationships in any way, like "Honest" or "the Protector," are extremely sought after, and having an appealing Ancient Name is basically a one-way ticket to popularity in the dating pool.

So when Ororon debuts as a hero of Natlan and his Ancient Name is revealed to be "Devotion"...

Well, Citlali and the other Night Wind elders seem to have found themselves a brand-new full-time job--on the Ororon Defense Squad. ("Does beating the girls off with sticks count as a misdemeanor?" "Well if you've got problems with how I'm handling this crisis, come handle it yourself, Mavuika!")

Ororon is pleasantly bemused by the entire situation. His field is full of visitors. He's never received so many presents in his life.

But... why do none of these girls want to visit his aphids? 🤔

[bakugoushotwife]

Threads of Fate // s. gojo x fem!reader

a/n: the series is hereeeee!! thank you to my lovely discord server who helped me title this and listened to all my ramblings and plans for the series! I hope you guys love chapter one!

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here’s a Spotify playlist for the first chapter :)

cw: cursing, a little meanness, gojo, unedited

wc: 4.6k

series masterlist // chapter two

You were born special, that much was clear. A baby girl born to the Jujutsu Clan of Nashville sorcerers with the genetic gift of the Quelling Eyes, something your twin was not so lucky to receive. Your brother was fraternal to you, younger by just a few minutes. He had an equally terrifying and special ability, but it was apparent that his twin was destined for greater things. The two of you were number one and two in the western circuit, respectively. 

It was lonely at the top, even if your twin brother was right behind you. The higher ups expected more out of you than your classmates. They gave you harder missions and even assigned task forces under your guidance. You were expected to do things with ease, blessed with powers and techniques that no one in America had seen before, other than the genetic Quelling Eyes, and not much was known about them. You were the first line of offense and defense in any unexpected situation, even though you were just a fifteen year old girl. They made it a point to keep your brother separate on his own teams, not keen to let you two rely on each other. American sorcerers were war machines, and nothing else. You were a perfect weapon. 

Well, nearly perfect, anyway. 

It was a day like any other, the humid summer atmosphere filling your lungs with rocks as you tried to train your hand to hand combat. The sky was especially blue and clear that day, the sun exceptionally bright. Your twin tauntingly blocked every kick and strike you threw his way, the two of you in a battle of ego. You were two sides of one sadistic coin, pushing each other to be the most powerful version of yourselves. He couldn’t stomach your designation as number one, and you were determined to not let him surpass you. 

“Y/N. Pack your bags. You’re going to Tokyo.” Your drill sergeant said, interrupting your sparring contest just as you were starting to make him stumble. You groan and dramatically turn your nose in the air, not even really noting the words, just that your sergeant spoke. “You leave tomorrow. Be ready, L/N.” He read off a piece of official letterhead. 

“Hah?” Your brother furrowed his brows in disgust. “Tokyo? What for?” He asked, unstrapping the velcro of his protective gloves. 

You nod, tearing yours off with your teeth, unbothered to do it the easy way. “Yeah! What for?” You ask, perfectly manicured brow raised. 

Your instructor seemed annoyed, though that was to be expected with you in his charge. A bubbly but egotistical teen girl with the ability to back up her loud mouth was hardly his ideal student. He glanced back at the paper. “The Commission thinks you’re ready for your own squad, but they want you to help our allies in Tokyo to polish your skills. Says something here about training with their number one sorcerer, Satoru Gojo.” 

Your brother kicks the training dummy, discontent to see you sent off elsewhere. “She’s an American sorcerer. She should stay in America.”

You roll your eyes a bit. He was every bit as much of a dramatic egoist as you. You clap your hand on his shoulder. “Rest easy, bro. You know that means you get to be number one while I’m gone.” You tease, poking your tongue out at him. 

He deadpans. “Whatever, dipshit. Try not to destroy the city you’re in, this time.” He huffs, cleaning up the equipment you two drug out onto the football field today. Jujutsu School of Nashville was much like any other American highschool, though it had a much more military-esque authority presence. The school was your average brick foundation, lengthy hallways that lead to empty classrooms to study techniques and the major clans of the United States. Being a part of the Southern District gave your education a questionable undertone, as the south hasn’t been notable for their schooling over the years. Perhaps that’s why the Commission sought to send you on missions like these every so often, getting you experience with other teachers and techniques. The last time they sent you away had been talk of the school for years, you took down two special grade curses but happened to destroy the Australian village you were fighting in. 

“That happened once!” You huff, slapping your brother on the shoulder. “And the special grades woulda tore it up anyway, so I don’t wanna hear it!” 

Your twin just smiles and shakes his head. Your teacher sighs at the bickering, and just tiredly waves the letter at you, repeating, “5pm. Tomorrow, L/N.” Before he walks away. He sighs to himself, hopefully you would survive this round of missions too, but he could never be too sure with the U.S. Commission seemingly testing to see how much you could take before you snapped. 

It’s lonely at the top. You’ve known this since you were old enough to understand your power, and you’d estimate that realization at around five or six. You were able to overcome most of these struggles due to your bond with your twin and the repeated message that you were fated for a higher purpose. 

Though your brother wouldn’t be coming with you to Tokyo. This would be for you to navigate alone, and you were feeling this loneliness on your sixteen hour flight to Japan. The Academy has been all you’ve known since you started there. Once the severity of your power was realized, the government paid a pretty penny for you and your brother. Family loyalty hardly meant anything compared to the almighty dollar, plus, you were quite the unruly pair. 

Still, you had each other, and that had been enough. Until they separated you too, all in an effort to increase your power. 

Power. Tch. You were the best there is, plain and simple. All their tactics worked, paired with your natural prowess, you were sure there was nothing left to learn and no one on earth who could beat you. Your brother was extremely strong, able to bend time to his will. It’s nearly unconquerable, yet you can still best him every time. So who was this Satoru Gojo and why do you give a flying fuck? Your higher ups constantly seeking to sharpen your craft would soon realize you were as powerful as they come. Yet still, you didn’t want to walk in blind, nor show all the cards in your hand when you meet your new classmates for the first time. Your brother scored some books about the Gojo clan of Tokyo, highlighting important sections for you to study on your trip. 

You decide to pick up the heaviest book, leatherbound and dusty. It was about inherited techniques and idiosyncrasies within the clan, and your eyes land on the highlighted passage. 

“Mukagen Rikugan: The Six Eyes. A genetic power rarely inherited within the Gojo clan. They are not a cursed technique that needs to be activated—” 

That certainly piques your interest. Your Quelling Eyes are genetic as well, but they are very draining to your cursed energy. This means he has the opposite ability, you can’t help but chuckle through your nose at this. You read on to learn more about your future forced companion. 

“But an innate technique that grants the user the ability to master Limitless. Several hundred years must pass in between wielders and there will be no two Six Eyes users alive at the same time.”

Hm, that’s certainly interesting. Your eyes were passed generation to generation, with no limits to how many wielders can be alive at the same time. You figure there must be massive amounts of powers involved, and already the mention of another innate technique that he surely possessed to be hailed as the best in the east. 

“A Six Eyes bearer has immense perception and unrivaled visual prowess far beyond that of any other sorcerer. Their eye-sight is comparable to high-definition infrared vision, which allows them to see even when their eyes are covered. They can easily see from several kilometers away–” 

You figure that has to be a large distance, and you know you’re in for trouble in Tokyo. You know enough of the language to work your way around, but conversions like these were never your strong suit. The power sounds insanely strong, and you find yourself excited to meet someone with as much natural talent as you.

“---and distinctively tell apart different figures within that range. The Six Eyes can see the flow of cursed energy, empowering their bearer with the ability to read an individual’s cursed technique in use and determine its function. They can even identify between different types of cursed energy.” 

You smile to yourself. What an interesting ability. Your Quelling Eyes worked similarly, you too could differentiate between the types of cursed energy, but you specialized in repressing the circulation of it. Though the power took a lot of your own cursed energy to use for long amounts of time, it was insanely useful. Satoru Gojo would know what your cursed technique is upon meeting, but you wondered if he would discover your Quelling Eyes as well. 

Next was the books about the Limitless technique. It too, was an inherited family technique, though it seems only a user of the Six Eyes can maximize its potential. 

“Infinity is the base state of Limitless and is essentially the power to stop. The technique works the same way convergent and divergent sequences do in mathematics. The infinity is the convergence of an immeasurable series, anything that approaches the infinity will slow down and never reach the user. This is because the technique takes the finite amount of space between the two objects and divides it an infinite amount of times. The invisible barrier created by the Infinity can be expanded to keep harmful substances away from the user or to overpower someone attempting to neutralize their technique.”

You study some more notes on the subject, noting that the teen can’t actively support Infinity at all times just yet, having to decidedly turn it on and off at his choice. Either way, your ocular prowess should be enough to overpower it, and sneak your actual technique in, whether he’s expecting it or not. You hadn’t met the boy yet, but he was your new rival. It was clear he held tremendous ability, but you also wonder if he’s ever been challenged in the way he’s about to be. You hope to be a surprise, noting some records your brother tracked down that told of Satoru’s unbearable attitude and ego-centrism. You grin to yourself, knowing your teachers probably spoke of you in a similar fashion. 

You gaze out the window of your airplane, wondering what this meeting would hold for you. Which one of you would be humbled in this affair? You can’t help but smile as you picture a boy out there just as if not more powerful than you. You wondered if he felt the weight of the world pressing in around him, too. You wanted to know if he experienced that same loneliness that you felt, with everybody looking at you like a superhero instead of a little girl. Would he be relieved to find someone who knew what that felt like?

When you step out of the terminal in Tokyo, you aren’t sure what to expect. It’s not as if your school gave you many details to begin with, though they probably didn’t receive many themselves. The Commission was the federal level of sorcerer authority, so they only gave out what they needed to. You look around for anyone reeking of cursed energy, figuring that would be your best bet. But you’re met with an older man holding up a sign with your name on it. You arch a brow, chuckling softly to yourself as you adjust your backpack on your shoulder. It made you feel like you were in some romantic comedy, though the driver definitely couldn’t be the main love interest. 

You approach him anyway, dragging your suitcase behind you. He nodded his head to greet you. “Y/N L/N?” 

You nod back, giving him a polite smile. “In the flesh.” 

He seems unamused. He opens the trunk and loads your luggage in, leaving you grimacing awkwardly and debating if you should just duck into the sleek black car and eat the embarrassment or try to help with your bags. 

“Go ahead and take a seat, Miss Y/N.” He says sternly, and you nod with a tight lipped expression. Already making friends in Tokyo, your brother would be so proud. 

You sigh and shove yourself in the back, annoyed at yourself for being so nervous in the first place. Sure it was a foreign country, new people that only had a brief idea of who you are and what you can do, and the seemingly daunting task of learning aside Satoru Gojo. But you are a powerhouse. No amount of pressure can break a diamond. You can handle whatever Satoru Gojo and any other students of Jujutsu Tech have to throw at you. 

You repeat this mantra to yourself as the car winds down a curved path, no doubt taking you to the secluded castle-like building of Tokyo’s sorcery school. You can see the outlines of three figures waiting on an open field. It almost reminds you of the football field back home, though it’s not as long and most definitely not used for football in its spare time. The driver stops before the field, looking at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Go ahead. The teacher will guide you from here.” 

“Kudasai, my bags?” You ask, sliding out of the backseat. The driver only waves you off and keeps driving. There was a tall man with sunglasses, the man you assumed would be the sensei of your squad. There were two other boys with him, both tall but opposite in hair color. One had the most striking white color and the other had long dark locks. You peered in at them through the slats of the fence, unsure how to make your grand entrance. You had planned to make yourself a spectacle, impossible to ignore as you burst on the scene. 

“Ah! She’s here already! Come, come Miss L/N!” The teacher calls out as you approach, though the other two surely detected the magnitude of your cursed energy. The dark haired one seemed…surprised. The white haired one peered over dark circular lenses at you, expressionless. 

You step into the gate with a smile. From what you could tell, they were both pretty attractive. Maybe you could have a little fun while in Tokyo. “You must be Yaga-sensei?” 

He chuckles and nods. He waves you closer, brightly smiling  as you stand just a few feet away from the group. The black haired man exchanges a look with the white haired counterpart, though now that you’re closer you can decidedly say they’re good looking. The dark-haired man’s hair was long, but he had angled layers that framed his sharp features. His eyes were kind though, and his lips curled into an inviting smile. 

“This is Suguru Geto!” The teacher says, holding the boy by both shoulders. If possible, his warm face shifts into an even brighter smile. “Be nice to her, she’s from America! Tennessee!” The man chuckles as he pronounces the silly name. 

“It’s nice to meet you, L/N-chan!” He beams, extending his hand for you. You smile easily, your features soft and seductive. You’re easily the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, though he knows Shoko would be devastated to hear it. You take his hand in both of yours, leaning forward a little to give him an adorable nose-crinkled smile. 

“It’s lovely to meet you, Geto-senpai.” You hum, which flusters the boy a little. He averts his gaze from your shyly, clearly taken aback a bit by your forwardness. He shakes his head quickly. 

“Oh–no, we’re the same age so you can call us san!” He chuckled, releasing your grip. The pink on his cheeks is still evident, but your eyes had already shifted to the boy staring intensely at you. He had the most peculiar eyes that you had ever seen before. They were bluer than the sky, glowing with an ethereal brightness. It’s captivating, the way he analyzes you without any trace of his findings on his face. Yaga-sensei moves to his shoulders. He’s a couple inches taller than the first boy, but not as broad. He’s much lankier, but you can tell by his cursed energy that he is insanely powerful. It all makes sense. You realize who this is as your new teacher says it. 

“This is Satoru Gojo!” He says, and you see the hint of nervousness creep up onto his face. He clears his throat before announcing his next bit. “Satoru! You will train with her, she is on your power level!” 

This makes the boy show his first emotion of the day, genuine joy. He laughs, a hearty, full- bodied chuckle. His head is tossed back, shoulders jumping, his hand over his heart enjoying the hilarity. Suguru looks at you apologetically, but you smirk, and hold your hand up as if to say, “I got this, buddy.” 

This was the outcome you had figured most likely in your head. You’re extremely prideful and some would even say intolerably full of yourself based on your upbringing as a highly valuable military style weapon. After reading up on the Gojo clan and the powers their little Prince inherited, you figured he would be just as bad, if not ten times worse. Yaga seemed terribly embarrassed, but you gave him another award-winning grin. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Satoru-san.” You grin, folding your arms over your chest as you weigh your options. You couldn’t tell if he knew of your eyes, or if his infinity was currently active. You extend your hand, hopefully answering one or both of those questions. His face was playful, those sparkling eyes, flickering from your hand and back to your face. He seemed amused if nothing else now, his rejection of your hand only answering the question about your eyes and his infinity. “Oh, don’t insult me. I know you can read my technique anyway, but I could always show you much more effectively.” 

At this, Satoru’s grin spread. You seemed to understand his special eyes, and he wondered what else you knew. Your cursed energy was weird. It seemed like it was vibrating, and it didn’t course through your entire body. He thought that odd, but he knew he could figure that out with a brief spar. In his mind, he was also unbeatable. He stepped forward a bit. 

“You’re on, Miss Americana.” He chuckled, thinking himself at the advantage since he can see how your cursed technique works.

Suguru stepped forward a bit nervously. “Now, Satoru, that’s rude, she just got here–”

“I’m okay Geto-san.” You hum brightly. “I think I can impress, if nothing else.” You say, tying your hair up out of your way and subtly activating your cursed technique. You don’t take your eyes of Satoru, knowing he noticed your activation. 

“What’s your technique, anyway?!” Suguru asked, slightly panicked at the impression Gojo would leave on you on your first day here. 

You arch your brow at your opponent. “Do you wanna tell him, or can I?” 

Satoru is officially intrigued by you. You’re unafraid, he enjoys that, even if some poor American bastards lied and said you were as strong as he is. “The floor is yours.”

You hum, a sly grin on your lips. “‘Preciate it. You see, Geto-san, I have cursed threads, kinda like puppet master jutsu from Naruto.” You giggle, letting the invisible strings wiggle out toward your opponent. You knew Satoru wouldn’t allow them to meet his skin, so you hum some more. “I can control the speed, the number of them that appear. Ideally, I’d wrap these around your limbs. They’re sharp, so they cut as you wiggle against them, and it gives me some manipulation of your limbs. Of course, Gojo-san’s Infinity technique won’t allow that.” 

Suguru seems intrigued. “That sounds powerful!” He says, eyeballing his friend's reaction to you understanding his technique as well. 

Satoru is of course overjoyed by your knowledge. “Seems like someone did their research! Where were you from again? Hollywood? Brooklyn? Dallas! Yeah that’s the one.” 

“No it’s not.” You chuckle, a little thrown by his derailing. “I’m from Tennessee–”

“Dallas it is. Listen Dallas-chan, I see you know your enemy. If that’s true, why’d you even step up to embarrass yourself?” 

You roll your eyes at his nickname, deciding to fight that battle later. “Because I’m gambling.” You smirk, knowing this caught him off guard. He was striking to look at, really, and if he wasn’t such a dickhead you thought you may let him off the hook just for being pretty. You sigh, ready to show all your cards now anyway. 

Satoru raises a brow now, curious to what you could mean. He knew about your second form activation as well, a much scarier and painful version of your cursed threads, if that’s what you intended to show. You wink at Suguru, blinking slowly. When your eyes open again, they glow with a purple flame-like visual enhancement instead of your normal color. The boys look at each other in surprise. Satoru knew there was something off about the energy at the top of your head, but he didn’t surmise another ocular power. Soon, he feels his infinity melt away, your threads speedily wrapping around his arms and legs. 

He even chuckles when you thrust him to his knees, much to Suguru’s shock. “What did you do to him??” He asks, puzzled beyond belief, he knew your eyes must be behind it, but he didn’t understand how. 

“She repressed my technique with those eyes of hers. It’s cute, but now that I know about it, you’ll never win again.” He sighs, unbothered by your show of power. Though part of him chills, knowing your second form was so painful and crippling that your domain had to be the cruelest one he’d seen. Another part of him is highly interested in this. He hasn’t seen anyone come close to your strength, the amount of cursed energy you had did rival his own, though it was clear your techniques consumed more of it. Your attitude interested him even more, unwavering against him. You would be fun to play with. “Good job, Dallas-chan.” He teases. 

You roll your eyes and release your technique, setting him free. His cursed energy was odd. It seemed to flicker like a fire and call out to you, despite being repressed by your power earlier. “It’s Y/N. Nashville is nowhere near Dallas.”

He shrugs. “I dunno, I think Dallas suits you better than Nashville though. Your real name sucks.” He grins when he says it, but Suguru covers his face with his hands. He was going to be cleaning up Satoru’s mess forever. He almost comes up with something to say, but you remain undeterred by the boy’s relentlessness.

“Whatever you say, Gojo-san. I think I’ll show myself around your training facilities now. I’ll only answer to Y/N.” 

You wave to your new teacher, who sat and observed your confrontation with his most troublesome student. He decided then that you would be the best thing or the worst thing to happen to Satoru, and he had desperate hopes for the former. Then you wave off to Suguru, turning to walk past Gojo on the narrow track. He stepped in your way as if to shoulder check you, but instead of you stumbling back and him giggling at you, both of you looked at each other in shock. 

The place where your bodies touched sparked, and you didn’t know what to make of it. You eye his cursed energy, and the flames pull towards you again, like a magnetic field. Satoru is just as concerned, realizing that your energy’s hum was getting heavier and heavier, like a metal detector discovering gold. There was an unfamiliar connection formed, but neither of you knew what to think about it. You tear your eyes away, heart thundering in your ears. Your body had grown warm, like his energy was an actual fire that your energy accepted as a source of its own. He hums, tucking this in his mind to explore later. That is until you start walking away from him and he feels like he’s left naked in the snow. His body goes cold, and his feet scream at him to follow you, as if it’s the only way he can get warm again. The sparks start to intensify as he grows closer to you. He stops himself from following any further, growing confused as his body slowly becomes cold again as you disappear from view. 

What the hell was that? He felt drawn in and he didn’t like it at all, it must be some innate technique of yours. Whatever it is, he has to figure out how to shake it off of him. 

For the rest of the night, all you can think about is each other. You lay in your new room, staring up at the blank ceiling, wondering what could have caused your energies to have a physical reaction to each other. You knew you were both incredibly strong, maybe it was due to that. Perhaps you two were too strong to interact! Yeah, that makes sense. But you were sent here, deliberately partnered with him. How could you complete your missions if you avoid him all the time? You wouldn’t be able to, and then you wouldn’t be able to go home. So whatever happened out there tonight, you had to put it behind you and focus on the missions to come. Even if he was remarkably handsome and stupidly cunning, what did that have to do with you? His ego is a huge turn off anyway. He couldn’t handle you and you couldn’t handle him. That’s why your energies sparked. You’re sure of it. You would prove yourself to him time and time again. And you had to start with training practices tomorrow morning. 

Satoru mirrors your position in his own bed. He figures this must be your doing, maybe there was more to you that his Six Eyes couldn’t register, just like your ocular abilities. Although, the image of your smirking face and the unabashed way you flirted with Geto came to mind. Maybe he was interested in your power, maybe he was just interested in you. Either way, it was incredibly frustrating. All he can focus on is the way his shoulder burned from connecting with yours, and the intensity of your eyes locked on his. This isn’t like him. He’s met a plethora of gorgeous women, and sure your foreign American charm must play into it, but geez, he felt pathetic. You seemed so sure of yourself and your energy made it clear how strong you really were. He hated having you on the brain. He would see you again for training, and there he could put an end to his stupid wonderings by smacking you down for good. He’ll expose your power for the cheap ploy it is and send you back to America with your attitude adjusted. Then he won’t have to deal with your strange effect on him or your annoying ego. And he’ll start with practice in the morning.

tags: @aepinkoutsold @purpleguk @ddora-kken @naorizenin @makiville @getosbigballsack

[silviakundera]

silvia's drama watching queue for 2024: a somewhat random assortment of stuff that was rec'd and for some reason feels it might scratch an itch

in progress - started & I swear I'm gonna finish

* Empresses in the Palace - I'M DOING IT BABYYYYY. 9 episodes down. Yes, the emperor looks like your grandpa and so far has the personality of stale toast. But as long as I don't imagine him naked (no, grandpa, no! it's time for your nap!) then it has this vibe of those Masterpiece Theatre productions I watched as a preteen and I already am recognizing tons of famous tropes (some elements of Job of Imperial Concubine already 3x funnier). Also I appreciate a horror story with a high body count and we have 3 victims already 👌

* Derailment - Modern cdrama that I know is great. I'm 3 ep in, just gotta be in the right mood

* Legend of Fei - Wuxia; got distracted halfway through last year but love the 2 lead actors. Not their best work but still.

* Fireworks of my Heart - what if china did a modern Persuasion adaption but he's a fireman and she's a nurse, basically. kinda. idk man, it has those same vibes for me. I like both lead actors (yes I'm on the YY Can Act Sometimes, When He Feels Like It defense squad. fight me). I'm like 1/3 of the way thru, need to be in that melancholy romantic wallow mood. But mmm I do love second chance + pining.

* Secret Romantic Guesthouse - a wild kdrama appears! Historical drama about saving your inn from debtors by finding a missing royal & turning him over to be murdered. you know, just girlboss things. 💁 Some mystery, some romance. I like the FL. Not much slapstick humor or people screaming at each other so far, which will make me tap out. 4 episodes in and it's quite watchable. I'll probably finish.

not started

* The Left Ear because why not? teens being realistically messy 👌

* Go Ahead - so this may sound strange but I've been holding back on this one a long time, until my work hours were less insane & I can focus. Universally beloved, one of the top cdramas. I'll sink my teeth into this Modern in 2024.

* The Blessed Girl cause it sounds like my jam

* Fake It Till You Make It - modern romance that I've seen rave reviews for. Pretty confident I'll love it.

* Gone with the Rain cause dangermousie's posts seduced me. Costume drama.

* West out of Yeman/Parallel World - multi-verse modern with a lil sci fi? I love multiverse and time travel \o/

* Wonderland of Love - historical romance with generals and some court intrigue, a happy ending. On paper, my kind of stuff. But will I make it thru 40 ep depends on how much I vibe with the otp

Maybe

Choice Husband (12 eps romantic comedy, then turns into blood and manipulation? sounds intriguing)

Moonlight - modern workplace drama, editor/author. Reviews are mixed but I have affection for how cdrama scriptwriters will obsessively research a topic in the style of an AO3 fic writer. I expect to learn more than I ever wanted to know about the toils of being an editor.

Marry My Husband - I don't watch many kdramas but I turn up for tropey reborn every time. If they deliver on the promise of a ridiculous but entertaining romance revenge then I'm there.

[princeescaluswords]

I need to thank you for opening my eyes to something as well as showcase reading a point of view matters, even if one doesn't realize it. The Stiles as the main character stories has flooded ao3 so much that when I started my own W.I.P I didn't even question the elimination of Scott. And even when I added him I didn't question my dismissal of him as important. Becoming a member of the Scott defense squad I see now that that is a very bad way to go. Even if the focus gets sift to Stiles as a main character it does not take away the fact that the main character is the main character and has importance. And unfortunately a trinkle down effect of reading so many stories that tell a particular story It causes the readers to have a mindset of what a character is like even if they don't realize why that character was written that way in the original piece that portrayed him that way. And even worse when they don't take in the source material it paints a picture that doesn't showcase the character in the best light. Even though I saw the source material and loved it It did not stop me from going down this route because of everything that I had read. So again I thank you, and the rest of the defense squad for opening my eyes.

Let me make things perfectly clear: there is absolutely nothing wrong with writing a Stiles-centric story. There are no ships involving Stiles that should not be written or explored. My involvement with End Racism on the OTW isn't because Stiles will never be my favorite character. It's because there is a vast majority of people who claim to be Stiles fans, Derek fans, Sterek fans, Steter fans, or fans of any other ship which involves white characters who are not actually motivated by those characters but instead by racist fury because Teen Wolf never pretended to be anything other than a story about a Latino teenager.

It's not about one story. It's about all of them together. It's about the fact that the OTW's policies for AO3 aid and abet a large part of my fandom to indulge in racist fantasies without regard to the parts of the fandom damaged by it, and they do so by hiding behind a screen of polite indifference and pearl-clutching about freedom. And from everything I've read and seen, it's not just my fandom.

Teen Wolf is simply the fandom in which I witnessed it. Look at that picture up there from Night School (1x07). It's a pretty classic horror shot, no? Now think of the majority of stories on AO3 where

Peter's murder sprees and selfishness are excused because of the fire.

Derek's terrible decision making and massive trust issues are excused because of what Kate Argent did to him.

Stiles's lies and outbursts are excused because of his mother's death and the nogitsune.

Isaac's brutality and indifference are excused because of his treatment by his father.

Yet, Scott is dismissed as 'whiny' and 'ungrateful' because he didn't immediately see being a werewolf as a positive thing. There was an untagged story yesterday which has Stiles wishing Scott would get his head out of ass and realize all that being a werewolf had done to him was cure his asthma, get a girlfriend and make first line.

What's the difference between these five characters? This isn't one story, or ten stories, or a hundred stories, but literally thousands of stories that contain these tropes.

Hey, remember when Peter literally beat Derek into submission and savaged Lydia to get Stiles to cooperate?

Remember when Derek tried to murder Lydia for something she didn't do and drive Isaac away by throwing glass at his head?

Remember when Talia Hale covered up her brother's and son's involvement in the death of a young girl and badgered a woman to carry her child to term?

Remember when Scott told Stiles that it was wrong to kill the victim of a mad scientist's experiments and lying about it and maybe he should go talk to his dad?

And yet, I can guarantee you that there is only one of those four alphas who is portrayed consistently as an obtuse tyrant. (Hint: it's not the white ones) And this isn't one story, or ten stories, or a hundred stories, but literally thousands of stories that contain these tropes.

And it's not just the lead. Let's take a look at how the fandom treats secondary characters on AO3:

Talia Hale (1 episode): 5190 stories

Laura Hale (2 episodes): 8760 stories

Jenna Geyer (mentioned once; name is fandom generated): 617

Claudia Stilinski (1 episode; impersonated for 8 episodes): 3079

Derek Hale's Father (never appeared or mentioned): 843

Noshiko Yukimura (16 episodes): 470

Ken Yukimura (20 episodes): 261

Satomi Ito (3 episodes): 284

David Geyer (5 episodes): 351

See a pattern? You should. As I said, it's not one story, it's thousands.

No one's saying that you or anyone else shouldn't write fictions that focus on Stiles or Sterek or even stories where Scott is a terrible person. It's the trends. If transformation is what AO3 and OTW tout as their purpose, and that transformation is about variety and exploration, why is it always the white characters that get the benefit of it? When it comes to transformation, why do characters of color get erased, caricatured, or robbed of their narrative roles?

Don't tell me that it isn't damaging.

Do you know how many times I've encountered a person who entered Teen Wolf fandom through AO3 and Tumblr who believed that the characters of color are either terrible (such as Scott and Deaton and Braeden) or unimportant (such as Boyd or Mason or the Yukimuras)? More than I or anyone else should be comfortable with. But this is part of the mechanism. There aren't little racism fairies that visit people in their sleep; it's not a bacterial infection; it's not the work of a secret cabal. Cultural racism is maintained by institutions, and it is transmitted by institutions, and this is one example. OTW and AO3 are two such institutions.

Thanks for writing. I'll take what you told me as a compliment.

[moistvonlipwig]

Number 14, for the choose violence game?

:o hello!!! i assume you mean for teen wolf fandom?

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

hmm so i don't read too much teen wolf fic and when i do i tend to stick to Trusted Sources, but i do sometimes browse the teen wolf tag on ao3 out of a morbid curiosity, and there are some. interesting things that crop up frequently in the tags. to put it mildly. there's obviously lots of tropes whose implications have been discussed ad nauseam at this point by the scott mccall defense squad like "scott is a bad friend", "deaton is shady", "stiles joins the hale pack", etc., so i'd rather talk about one i haven't seen so much discussion of which is the frequency of the "female stiles stilinski" tag. i find this one curious since to my knowledge this is not super common in most other big m/m fandoms? feel free to correct me if i'm wrong, i don't tend to move in m/m fandom circles much but that's the impression i've gotten. so it's odd to me that it's so popular in teen wolf (usually sterek altho maybe sometimes steter?) fic. what about stiles makes people want to write him as a girl? i know he gets 'feminized' a fair bit among certain sterek circles which is. its own can of rather homophobic worms. but that's not quite the same thing as just writing him as a girl entirely. idk. i don't even have a witty thing to say about it because it's honestly so weird to me. america explain!!!

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: The Pale King from Hollow Knight, as seen from the back. He is standing at the edge of the Abyss, his arms up in a defensive manner that suggest confusion or fear. In front of him are countless Shades left over from all the Vessels he has created, joined with several Void Tendrils and riding along a massive wave of literal Void that is on the path to collide with him. End ID.]

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GET HIS ASS! GET! HIS! ASS!!! Soooo yeah, this hypothetical popped into my head a while back as a result of remembering something completely unrelated in both property and tonal mood, and I guess I just wanted to see the Vessels get some well-earned cathartic retribution over their terrible father. I'm thinking maybe I should've had the light source at PK's back rather than his front due to the nature of Void, but this felt more natural even while dealing with a substance that doesn't seem to follow the rules of nature hehe. Also I kinda threw things at the wall to see what stuck with regards to PK's outfit alterations in order to give him a pose that involved arms, but I feel like it didn't work quite as well as I thought it would. If anyone wants to throw some pointers about my minor alterations feel free, though idk if I'd wanna draw him often enough to justify putting together a proper reference XD

...as for what the inspiration was, it was this specific moment from the Decemberween special of Teen Girl Squad that I have been singing to myself the entire time I've been working on this thing:

[Image Description: A screenshot from Teen Girl Squad, a stick-figure comic drawn crudely on notebook paper by Strong Bad in the internet cartoon Homestar Runner. The character What's-Her-Face is standing with her hands in her pockets beside a three-legged lion, who appears satisfied with its tongue and a stick figure leg sticking out of its mouth. A vast tidal wave formed entirely from human infants is advancing from the right side of the panel, and poking up from the bottom is a Hawaiian man wearing a floral shirt and playing a ukulele as he sings "wave o' babies!" End ID.]

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[curried-mermaid]

A Review: Chained Soldier

Author: Takahiro Illustrator: Yohei Takemura Publishers: Yen Press Age Group: Older Teen Genre: Shonen Type: Manga

Content Warnings: Fan service, Nudity

Spoilers ahead

Plot

Yuuki Wakura, a teenage boy who wants nothing more than to fight on the Demon Defense Force instead of facing his future of a 9-5 grind, cannot believe how unlucky he is. First, he’s a boy, while only girls get to be on the Demon Defense Force. Since Mato, an otherworldy and dangerous dimension appeared, the world turned upside down to a modern matriarchal society. Special fruit known as “Peaches” grant unique abilites…but only to girls. 

 Second, his skills include cooking, sewing, mending, and household chores (which he is quite proud of). He has a fighting spirit but not a single fighting bone in his body. Until he gets involved in a Mato mishap where he is saved by Kyouka Uzen, the beautiful (slightly sadistic) commander of the 7th squad of the Demon Defense Force, who…orders him to become her slave?! 

Character Development

The character development in Chained Soldier is actually really good. We follow our househusband-type protagonist as he’s thrown into the world of the female-only Demon Defense Force. Yeah, he’s a slave, but he takes that in stride as he’s more excited by the prospect of doing what he’s always wanted. Who doesn’t wish to avoid the workforce grind and pursue your dreams, even if they’re logically unreasonable? 

Kyouka Uzen is a sadistic all-business commander. She trains her people hard because she expects great things. Her team is at the Reverse Ogre Gate which sees a lot of monsters. They need to always be ready because the barrier that surrounds their dorm isn't always going to save them. She dislikes using her power until Yuuki comes along (which comes with its own sets of problems). 

Each of the girls in 7th squad has a blaringly obvious personality type. Yet, there are twists and turns as we get close interactions between each one and Yuuki. I look forward to reading more of these to see how each personality type twists to make each girl memorable. 

World-building

We have our standard modern world, but mostly men have to deal with the workforce grind. There’s also a lot of tension between the sexes as men are pretty much considered slaves to women. Yuuki laments his future until he’s involved in a Mato Mishap. This is when random portals to Mato open up letting humans into Mato or demons into the world. 

We learn that Yuuki’s sister had the same thing happen to her and was never found. All he can do is follow the guidelines they’ve been taught (repeatedly) to stay put and wait for the Demon Defense Force to save you. He does just that until he gets mobbed by monsters and books it through Mato just to stay alive until he can be saved. 

Once he is saved, we learn from various characters that Mato is divided into quadrants. Each quadrant has a squadron of the Demon Defense Force. If we read the translation notes it further explains the world. The ogre gate (northeast) is considered inauspicious or bad. The same holds for the reverse ogre gate (southwest). If we follow this logic also knowing that more monsters spawn at the 7th squad’s southwest location, Yuuki is in for a rough time. 

I like world-building in Chained Soldier because it uses specific things from Japanese mythology and superstition that add flavor and depth to this created world. Even the use of peaches is a reference when the god Izanagi fled the underworld after failing to retrieve his wife. To get away, he threw three peaches at his pursuers. 

If you read this series, definitely check out the translation notes at the end for more context. It explains some of the world-building and fleshes things out in post. 

Themes

While there is a lot of fan service in this series, it has some good themes such as never giving up on your dreams—they may happen but in unexpected ways. 

Another one is no skill is lesser than others. Yuuki’s skills for housework earn him his caretaker role in the 7th squad. Without that, he wouldn’t be there. He earns a lot of respect from fighting as a slave on behalf of Kyouka but also by doing the chores. He puts up with a lot of shit from the girls. 

Observations & Predictions

There will be more fan service. I can also see that we’ll be introduced to other characters. Along those lines, we’ll also see more of the current cast’s personalities as Yuuki wins them over one way or another. He may just start collecting a harem without realizing it. If he does realize it, it won’t be like the ones in his dreams. 

As for world-building, we are already immersed in it pretty well. I think it’ll just flesh itself out inadvertently as the author tries to focus more on the fan service and character relationships. We may also see some character development from Yuuki so he doesn’t feel like he’s useless outside of the fight. We see a little bit of this when he grabs anythingg of Kyouka’s he can, forcing himself to transform to help one of the other girls out of a tight spot. The dormitory is under attack and she’s the only one, so Yuuki figuring out a way to help earns him a lot of points. 

Recommendations

Fan-service fans:

Monster Musume By: Okayado

High School DxD By: Ichiei Ishibumi

Similar Shonen arcs:

Spriggan By: Hiroshi Takashige

Combatants will be dispatched (light novel) By: Natsume Akatsuki

[kayetra-spade-queen]

Grand Masterpost

Hello, my name is Kayetra Spade Queen. Call me Kayetra, Kay, or Ann.

I'm the mind behind all these insane ideas that either came straight out of my ass, or inspired by media all over. I do art(ish), but not really; I do fashion designs mostly as my only tools are my phone and a finger, and no, I do not consider myself an artist, I use anime characters as base, or free bases. I do write fanfics more honestly-

I play Genshin Impact, so don't be surprised if you saw many Genshin references here and there throughout some of my posts.

Masterpost is in WIP state

Asks are currently open.

"Peace is temporary, angst is forever"-me.

About me:

I am a teenage highschool girl who is trying to get by the day.

I'm from Indonesia.

I'm a Muslim.

English isn't my first language, so if there are some things that doesn't make sense, I am very sorry.

I jump around fandoms that interested me often, so my page is anything but consistent.

I mostly do headcanons more than completely changing something from canon. I'm not that creative lah- ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I spewed a lot of shit from simple headcanons to straight up essays like there's no tomorrow.

Works I'm currently working on:

Little Singham - Super Squad AU: Youth Defense Academy (YDA) Masterpost (Work is on hiatus)

Teen Heroes (made from collective media of protagonists from different shows) - Shades of Prisms AU Masterpost (Work is on hiatus)

Works I made (I usually use anime characters as base or free bases from Twitter):

[noxianwilled]

the first kda girl kat met was probably ahri, bc you know teen music stars. i think they'd either get along very well or not at all, no middle ground

I want to say her and garen are exes. the 'I can fix her'/'I can make him worse' dynamic probably ended up badly. she won't talk about him, deleted his number, will leave any place she might be in if he's also there. did he break up with her? maybe so. it was probably the most serious relationship she was in and she wasn't in another after.

lux is cool though. kat probably kept in touch with her even after things ended messily with her brother

draven defense squad. whenever he's being canceled online she'll defend him they're friends ok idc

I want to say she had a girlfriend before but I can't make up my mind as to who exactly so just know she had a gf before. openly bisexual, will attend pride events

eve is her favorite kda member. kayle is her favorite pentakill member. qiyana is her favorite tdmg member. she supports women's rights and women's wrongs

drann is her best friend and they're frequently seen together

maybe her father gave her the scar. maybe it was still talon. maybe it was an accident with teenagers being stupid and her point of grievance with marcus was that after she was injured and could've lost her eye he was a dick instead of caring his daughter was injured at all. I think in a different way from main verse he'd still be a really shitty dad that certainly never showed her any affection and tried to shape her to follow his exact footsteps in a very unhealthy borderline abusive sort of way.

much like in canon, she had a very distant relationship with her mother that became non-existent after she left home

[talesfrommedinastation]

Minor OCs of 'Far Past The Ring'

I finally get off my butt and post this!

Here's a little guide to some of the OCs that, while not big players, show up and have minute roles in Far Past the Ring:

Tro Chapelle- The spirited eldest child of the Drummer-Chapelle family. A high school freshmen and future materials scientist, Tro looks to the beautiful in the places she can. Encouraged by her parents, she creates art in all spaces, ranging from polish on nails to paint on armor to even making stuffed animals. Tro also does her best to be inclusive and kind strangers, especially girls her age. With that being said, she has a teen edge to her, especially if she feels undermined or threatened–such as when new members of her baby cousin’s family arrive on Medina Station.

Miriam Martin - the wife of both Timon Chapelle and Dr Tanke Drummer in their polycule, she is a gentle natured Earther who was raised on Ceres by her Christian missionary grandparents. Kicked out of her church due to her sexuality, Miriam immediately joined the Free Navy as a communications specialist, where she met her husband and wife. After they left the service, they settled down on Ceres, where they started their family. After the children got older, Miriam went back to work as a kindergarten teacher, first on Ceres and then on Medina Station. She loves children, having a nice home and is the calming feature in the otherwise wild Drummer-Chapelle family. She is the biological mother of only Tro, but all of the children address her as 'mama' or 'Mimi'.

Blid Chapelle - the oldest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Blid is almost 12, obsessed with guns, explosions, and being a soldier. He also loves to tease and make others laugh, though it annoys his sister, irritates his aunt, and upsets his little brother. He is fascinated and excited by both Clone Force 99 and the rest of the clones, especially Crosshair. 

Haber ‘Hobbs’ Chapelle - the youngest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Haber is 7, quiet, and good natured. He is especially attached to his baby cousin, Meg, as well as his rescued cats, Trash and Garbage. A nurturing and attentive boy, he loves fixing things and wants to be a physician, like his mother and grandfather. 

Omega ‘Meg’ Drummer - the beloved baby of the extended Drummer-Chapelle family, Meg is the biological daughter of Clone Force 99 member, Tech, and Dr. Sjael Drummer. A curious 2-and-a-half-year-old, Meg is adventurous and bright, loving to run around her family members, escape through air vents, and be read to. She is especially adored by her cousins Tro and Haber, who get very defensive if anything remotely dangerous gets near her. 

CT-9991, Druid - the stoic but kind-hearted leader of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps, Druid is a communications and encryption expert, having become fluent in Shrywook, Thykarann, and Xaczik, due to his station on Kashyyyk during the Clone Wars. He was very close to Commander Mayday, who worked with him in some of the rougher terrain on the planet. 

CT-9992, Metric - the medic of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps. Though trained as a soldier, Metric often served as the de-facto healer while serving in the wilds of Kashyyyk under Druid. He is a jovial, laid-back man who loved working with Wookiees.  

Inez Yao - a pretty and charming Martian nurse who works under Dr. Tanke Drummer in Medina Station. A former medic in the MCRN, she is friends with Bobbie Draper, and loves to party and dance.

Dr. Devi Thomas - a microbiologist from the South Asian Trade Zone on Earth who works on Medina Station. She is Sjael Drummer’s friend, and her daughter, Sita Thomas, is best friends with Meg Drummer as well. Devi was widowed in the Bombardment of Earth, where her husband, Neel, was killed in the attack on Taiwan. She has a mild crush on Prax Meng, and is somewhat envious of Sjael's relationship with him.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Anon here with the ooc Lexa ask. I didn't mean to say that it was ooc for Lexa to smile when she was with Clarke. I meant to say that seeing Lexa smiling was ooc for her being heda. Like just imagine how often would Lexa smile as the commander when she has the weight of keeping the coalition together as a young adult. I doubt that there were many events in her short life that caused her to smile until she met Clarke. I hope this clarifies my ask 🥺

Ok this is a very different sentiment than what your original ask made it seem! BAbE you have gOt to make your asks clearer omg 😩 you scrambled the Lexa fighter jets defense squad with one sentence 😩😂

Ok ok ok, so now that I know what you meant, you are correct and I agree with you 😅 there were a million reasons to fall in love with Clarke, and I'm sure Lexa counted every one of them. But I'll go to my grave believing one of them was absolutely the fact that Clarke could make the big bad commander, the girl who never got to be carefree child, smile against tummy flutters like a lovesick teen. Even with everything going on around them, they still had those tiny stolen moments, and it just makes me feel a very normal amount to think about Lexa letting her heda mask slip around this cute pain in the ass sky girl

[simpingandprocrastinating]

𝙀𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙔 - 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘖𝘕𝘌

𝟮𝟭| 𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬

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Maria had been silently seated before Jean who followed behind his friends.

"I hate riding in the dark, I can't even see where we're going..." Connie sighed. "Why? It's not hard or anything." Sasha casually threw back, waving her torch back and forth.

"Keep it straight dumbass, do you want to set the whole forest on fire?" Jean hissed. "I know what I'm doing." She hollered in defense.

"I regret letting the two of you ride in the front..." "It's not like you call the shots here." Sasha barked back.

Maria flickered her eyes from Sasha to the dusky lighted forest path before them. "Quit bickering, you two. It's the intention we get there unnoticed." She muttered tiredly, leaning her back against Jean. The teen sighed out, looking over her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He whispered. "I'm fine."

"Just checking..." "I know. Just keep an eye out for the cabin."

Maria was never really a fan of riding on horseback with two people, especially if she wasn't the one in control. She could only sit, watch her surroundings and listen to the conversations between her new squad members while being locked in by Jean's long arms. Aside from that, she hadn't seen her horse Mandel in weeks. It hadn't even crossed her mind at first, but she wasn't even sure if he was alive now.

"Look, I think that's it!" Connie announced as he squinted his eyes and tried to focus on the small building ahead of them.

"Are the others still behind us?" Maria asked - due to Historia, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa being awfully quiet - because her vision was being blocked by the teen behind her and she, therefore, couldn't look for herself.

"Yeah, still here." She heard Eren's voice respond to her.

"Alright everyone, listen up," Maria straightened her back as the cabin came into her vision.

"Mikasa, Connie, the two of you will check out the cabin while Armin and Sasha will scout the surrounding area. Historia and Eren will stay here with Jean and me. Be alert and report back to me as soon as everything's clear."

Hearing the sounds of confirmation, Maria watched the team split up before her.

"What's going to happen now?" Eren's voice now boomed from beside her. Both he and Historia were now in her line of sight, looking at the small woman for answers.

"Look, we simply have to stay put and wait for Levi and Hanji to come in the morning." The honey-blonde cast her eyes downward, internally battling with the fact she wasn't in a state to do something - were there anything to happen here. Pushing that thought aside, Maria knew she had to guide seven teens now that their superiors weren't here.

"We'll just have to be on the lookout and take turns during the night." "I'll do it tonight," Jean muttered. "Someone has to relieve you, you're not going to stand there all night. We need everyone well rested, that includes you, Jean."

"I would do it, but-" Maria was cut off by Eren. "But you can't, so I'll ask Sasha to relieve Jean when they get back. Besides Jean has to be awake to help you right? He won't be useful to you when he's asleep." The brunet shrugged. Maria blinked at his sudden sensible conclusion but regained herself quickly to beam him a smile in return.

"Idiot..." The honey-blonde heard Jean mutter under his breath, earning a scoff from the brunet. Before Eren could open his mouth, Mikasa and Connie returned from the cabin.

"Everything is clear," Mikasa began. "But the cabin might need some repairing." Connie finished. "Alright, we can evaluate the damage when Sasha and Armin return and fix things in the morning."

"The perimeter is also clear!" Sasha's voice boomed as she emerged from the far right side, followed by a certain blond teen.

"Great, let's go then." Jean pulled on the reins to turn his horse as the rest followed his lead.

Maria let herself slide off Jean's horse with some help from Mikasa. While thanking the raven-haired girl, she cast a worried look at the slightly smaller blonde girl who had been quiet the whole ride.

"Historia." Blue eyes crossed her brown ones as her name was being called out. "Are you alright?"

The sullen expression on her face did not change as she offered the honey-blonde a small nod. She hadn't spoken a single word, not to her friends, nor her superiors since their return to Trost. Historia passed Maria, leaving no room for her to ask more questions. Eren had also been following her movements while they tied up their horses. Her behavior wasn't exactly weird to him keeping in mind she had been holding up a facade all this time. Eren was sure they were to find out more about Historia at some point.

"Eren, are you coming?" Mikasa nodded her head in the direction of the cabin while she supported the honey-blonde on her own. "Yeah..." Eren turned to look at Mikasa and suddenly came to the conclusion the ravenette had been doing too much on her own again.

"Wait you shouldn't be supporting the Lieutenant when you are still injured yourself." The teen scolded her while taking over Maria's weight with a bit of difficulty. Mikasa sighed and followed her friends inside the cabin.

After they inspected the cabin for damages, Maria decided it was best for everyone to catch some sleep, even if it was only for a few hours. Jean situated himself in the watchtower where he agreed to switch with Sasha when dawn would break.

Maria moved herself to one of the couches - with a bit of Eren's help - and settled to sleep there instead of the bedroom with the three girls.

Although she woke up sooner than she'd hoped to, she made no attempt to go back to sleep. Maria guessed only an hour had passed. While she pulled up the musky blanket to her chin, the honey-blonde turned on her side to watch the smoldering fireplace next to the couch; enjoying the last bit of warmth it gave off.

The place was left with minimal resources and they soon would have to chop new firewood. Small sections of the roof had to be patched up in the morning and the inside had to be cleaned throughout. It was far from the ideal situation, but Maria couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved. For the first time in days, she felt serene, and hopefully, the nightmares would now finally begin to fade.

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Days passed as Levi went back and forth between HQ and the cabin to converse with Erwin. In just a matter of time, things had become significantly more complicated. Not only did Hanji start supervising the investigation in Ragako village - with the help of Connie Springer - but they'd also began the experiments on Eren's titan form. Meanwhile, Jean and Armin had done their best to help Maria get used to walking again.

To their surprise, it had gone better than they'd expected, but Levi knew walking could never meet her expectations alone; and he was right. There she stood, by herself in the dark, trying to swing some light kicks against the training dummy Mikasa had built.

It almost felt nostalgic, watching the honey-blonde train on her own. She had been pushing herself to the extreme and everyone had noticed, but no one dared to stop her. After all, she was trying her best to get back in shape.

The raven-haired man crossed his arms, watching her determined moves. Every now and then she would almost lose her balance but would regain it just in time. He could see her frustration come through as she let out some angry cries. In an attempt to kick the dummy with her right leg, Maria stumbled backward, losing her footing in the process.

Levi was quick to react as he had seen her sway and, in a fast motion, had caught her in his arms. The male let out a small groan due to the impact of her body that came crashing into his. Maria yelped as she made contact with a pair of strong arms instead of the hard ground.

"Careful, Bambi..." Levi's voice was soft, making her sigh out in relief. "Levi?" "Yeah, I got you."

The male pushed her up just a little, to get a better hold of her small frame - his arms not leaving her body just yet - afraid she would lose her equilibrium again. Maria could feel how her back pressed into his chest. Although Levi was small, he had quite the muscle build that she didn't fail to notice.

Maria's face flushed as she didn't dare to speak, afraid her voice would fail her. Being close to Levi had become ten times worse now she'd found out she harbored feelings for the small male.

"You need to balance yourself more, you're straining your leg too much." The raven-haired man sighed out, his warm breath hitting her ear.

"I- I know that..." She stuttered. "Of course you do."

Levi pressed his lips into a thin line, feeling tempted to ask her why she would go outside this late on her own. He decided it was best to just let it slide, he was here now, after all. Levi distanced himself from her and slid his hands to her shoulders in order to support her like that instead.

"But, thank you, Levi." Maria regained her composure after his body wasn't pressed into hers anymore. She let go of a breath she didn't know she had been holding and turned her head to look at the raven-haired man behind her. "Did you just get back?"

Levi let out a low hum in confirmation. "So you're staying here tonight?" "I might as well now it's this late." Levi still didn't move his hands from her shoulders.

"You- eh, you can stop holding me now, you know?" When Maria spoke these words, Levi immediately retracted his hands and fold them in front of his chest. His grey orbs shortly wandered off to examine her leg. An awkward cough rolled over her lips when she turned around to look at the raven-haired man in front of her.

"Erwin asked for you." "He did?" Maria muttered. Red slowly made its way to stain her pale cheeks, luckily Levi wasn't able to make that out in the dark.

"Yeah, apparently Hanji has been blabbering about your progress." Not that he didn't. Whenever Erwin would ask about Maria, he was bound to answer.

What Levi didn't fail to notice was the slight frown that appeared on her face when he spoke of her progress. It was true, she did outstandingly with her injuries barely healed, but Maria did not feel this way in the slightest. Levi hadn't spoken out his thoughts but he now worried she might hurt herself by wanting to do too much, too soon.

"You're doing good Maria." "I know that..." "Then stop making that face, it doesn't suit you." 

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[thenixkat]

also apparently Kafka's monster form is supposed to based on an oni but like??? why didnt ya give it the tusk teeth then?? He would look so much cooler enemy kaiju used: dragon meteor with literal dragons yeah that would be concerning

going from maybe one boss monster with minions attacking at random. To a large organized number of boss monsters attacking at once with a humanoid daikaiju leading them also apparently Kafka's monster form is strong enough to be daikaiju class and I'd have to assume mushroom/Kaiju no. 9 is in the same category given it survived Kafka punching it really really hard yeah the kaiju are specifically attacking the Defense Force base and nothing else. Organized oh hey, Kaiju no. 10. Very red dragon person. With one eye.

yeah no shit the daikaiju that can understand human speech and plan isnt about to just stand there and let you organize yer troops infront of it i also like this design too. Its the cross-shaped eye-opening that's lined with teeth

the dragons are bullet proof Kafka giving good advice for taking out the lesser dragons their weak spots on are their backs since their fronts have to be heavily armored to protect them while flying the dragons are using squad tactics huh rich girl got a custom weapon, which are made from teh stronger kaiju she has a really big axe

big red dragon came out here to attack strong humans and its having a blast big red dragon: Hey human you should be proud, most kaiju wouldnt have lasted this long against me. After I eat you I'll be even stronger

Ichikawa reminding Kafka to pls not transform, he'd be in a lot of danger if he transformed, they are a team they'll watch his back so there's no need for him to go kaiju b/c Ichikawa is a very responsible young man who cares alot about his friends also backup has arrived

red dragon is also very nonchalant about being dismembered and decapitated. WHich again if those arent important body parts you can afford to not care. SO long as its core is intact and it has the energy reserves to do so it can just heal

also i like how the tail movements are being animated too. It has yet to use its tail as a weapon but the animators are consistently remembering that its there and to have it move appropriately as the critter moves

big red dragon is really happy about having found an opponent that can rival its strength. It is really looking forward to eating the vice-captain nah yall in the control room celebrating too quick the vice-captain triggered a mode change in the big red dragon it got bigger again i really like big red dragon's design too

just the eye in a mouth

also Kafka's inner kaiju sensed big red dragon's mode change and whent 'hey that's a problem be aware' and apparently big red dragon's mode change is reading as stronger than Kafka's kaiju form so i suppose that's why his inner kaiju perked up and started paying attention also interesting that the kaiju have to vent heat from their transformations

i've no fucking idea where they're getting all their energy but turning it to mass causes excess heat that has to be vented off something we also saw when Kafka got first turned into a kaiju was steam coming off his bodyand him exhaling it i will assume that kaiju in general here must be fairly heat tolerant and given how effected different ones are to teh cold rounds, might not be super tolerant to the super cold temps (tho with at least one exception i've heard of) with that hypothesis I wanna see how Kafka does in winter

Kafka, pls, sir…

there's a reason Ichikawa doesnt want you to transform while there's monster slayers everywhere who will try to kill you if they see you as a kaiju local 32 yr old causes teen friend to gain grey hairs. Unfortunately, Ichikawa's hair is white so no one notices big red dragon is commanding the lesser dragons to suicide bomb the vice captain i have to assume big red dragon gave the lesser dragons the ultimatum of 'do what i say or i eat you' and better to kill themselves at its command than fuck around and find out vice captain tried to sneak attack big red dragon but big red dragon grew more eyes near rthe weak spot he was going for its almost like that kaiju is intelligent and can freely shapeshift yeah he got hit hard. Still alive but like sir you probably have a concussion and internal bleeding

yeah Tiger lady shows back up to shoot the big fucking dragon with her big fucking gun b4 Kafka risks it all to try and save the vice captain who just got caught and was about to get ate I know her using a tiger to brace herself against while she shoots is suppose dto be cool. But I cant get past the irresponsibility of the exotic pet ownership and not even giving the tiger any ear protection while she shoots. There's big ass intimidating breeds of dogs, why not use a big fucking dog instead of just distracting exotic pet ownership played for attempted coolness? oh hey teamwork

vice captain is gonna be going straight to the fucking hospital after this whit how he's treating his body tiger lady shot its core

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It's an aggravating thing that bad friend Scott only works without context. Every example in auntie Scott can give falls apart wants to contacts of the situation gets involved. And anytime a defense squad member points that out they claim we're making up excuses.

A member of the Sterek fandom recently argued with me, saying that "You can't be racist toward a fictional character." This is ludicrous, of course: literature, cinema, and television are full of characters to whom the audience reacted with animosity because they were the "wrong" race. Take the rage of the certain people in the last few years about Ariel the mermaid being played by someone who wasn't white, or Arondir in the Rings of Power, or Mary Jane Watson in the MCU version of Spider-Man. These are absolutely fictional characters.

They don't think they're being racist. Or, more precisely, they can't admit to themselves that race is playing a role in how they react to a fictional story. When it comes to the Teen Wolf fandom, this is at the heart of the people who hate Scott. It always ends up, when those people are brave enough to give actual reasons, that they hate him for things for which they not only forgive Derek, Peter, Stiles and Theo but for things they have also celebrated on occasion. What makes them hate Scott makes Any White Male Character interesting.

For example, take one of their favorite 'reasons' to hate Scott -- the final scene of Magic Bullet (1x04). They think Scott is a terrible person for even suggesting that Derek's family, including children, deserved to burn, though that's not actually what he said.

Scott: So - What makes you so sure that they set the fire? Derek: 'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us. Scott: Well, then - They had a reason.

Now, a point they have to forget is that neither the audience nor Scott at that time knew there were children in there. That won't be revealed until Chris says it in Code Breaker (1x12), eight episodes later. They don't care that Scott has just spent an episode breaking into the Argent home for a bullet that saved Derek's life or at least arm. They don't care that Scott is looking at a werewolf put into a coma by a family he just stole from! But even as they successfully twist his panic into Scott celebrating the death of innocent children, they are busy purposefully forgetting the context of other scenes.

Like Stiles accusing Derek of murdering Laura out of jealousy in Second Chance at First Line (1x02) two episodes earlier. Stiles didn't know the murder victim is Laura, of course, either.

Stiles: Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you. Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed - she was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?

This, to the fandom, is banter. And that's not counting Stiles's jibes at Derek through that entire episode while Derek is dying. But Stiles doesn't care that Derek is in trouble, does he?

Stiles: All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying? Derek: Not yet. I have a last resort. Stiles: What do you mean? What last resort? Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out.

To them, this is not a shocking degree of callousness from Stiles in the face of blood and death, similarly to how Scott's insensitive words are an attempt to make sense of the world he finds himself; this is more banter.

And that's the point. When it comes to a 16-year-old newly bitten werewolf who has been told that very same episode that if he doesn't kill with the alpha, the alpha will kill him, saying that maybe his girlfriend's family needs a reason to kill him is an unforgivable degree of heartlessness. But when the 16-year-old who is only in danger because of his loyalty, who could go to his father for protection at any time, tells Derek to his face that Stiles doesn't care if he lives or dies, that's incipient romance.

What's the difference? If you strip context from it, we have two 16 year old boys who said insensitive things. The fandom treats the Latino one as if he's worthy of hate and treats the white one as if he's met his soulmate. With the context or without the context, there's only one way to interpret fandom's behavior.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.