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✦⸼࣪⸳ Pairing: Arlecchino x GN! Childhood friend Reader

✦⸼࣪⸳ WC: 4k

✦⸼࣪⸳ Warnings: Injuries, child abuse, blood and death.

✦⸼࣪⸳ Insp. by João e Maria - Chico Buarque

✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: Finally wrote for Arle and I really liked it! I hope you can enjoy reading this and GOOD LUCK ON YOUR PULLS!!!

✦⸼࣪⸳ likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!! <3

If there was one thing the Knave knew about herself, it was that she was no saint. One way or another, she had to triumph over those around her to climb the ladder of power and reach the top. She watches over everyone with a sharp but zealous eye, without losing mutual respect for those under her wing.

On nights like this, with the children already in bed, The Knave would be found walking peacefully through the dark corridors, only a small lamp in her hands for company. Every now and then, the ghosts of the past seemed to walk around her in that pit of darkness.

With subtle movements, she gently opened the door to one of the rooms, checking if all children were asleep. It was an unnecessary gesture, since no child - at least not those with a love for their lives - would dare disobey such a simple rule for nothing. It wouldn't be strange to say that she had ironically acquired this maternal habit after becoming Father. Was she getting soft? No. Absolutely not.

Cautiously measuring the force with which she closed the door, preventing any of the children from waking up, Arlecchino stares at the tiny splinters made by the children to measure the height. In it, three familiar names almost washed away by the action of time. Perhaps the door should be replaced soon, in a small renovation planned with the money from a "kind donor".

Her fingers ever so gently touch the splinters. There was nothing much to it, so why... why did her mind start resurrecting the forgotten ones of the past? She finally allowed herself to be carried away by the wave of nostalgia for the first time in many years, since that was the room she had once used.

"..."

'I'm sorry, I didn't know it was your spider :('

The white-haired child stared at the note slipped under the door for a few seconds before folding it up and slipping it into her pocket. At that time, there was no 'Arlecchino' but Peruere.

It would be comical if it weren't tragic that the child on the other side of the door had crushed Peruere's pet spider with full force the other day, though it wasn't necessarily their fault if the animal was running around unnoticed on the floor. She harbored hatred and resentment towards her spider's killer, it’s just not worth the stress. But seeing her pet crushed at someone else's feet was cruel enough.

If it hadn't been for their remorse, the chances of Peruere opening the door would have been zero. So she decided to give just one more chance to her… friend, the troublemaker [Name].

"You killed Lady Belladonna."

Peruere left the room, walking aimlessly. However, her unwanted companion crossed the path all the time. Sometimes they were walking to the right, other times they were in front or diagonally. It was annoying and they stepped on Peruere's shoes all the time, almost knocking them off.

"Ms. Bella- Ah, the spider." [Name] blinked twice before their face burned with shame at the attitude towards the animal. "In my defense... I didn't know that ugly insect- err, I mean, devoid of beauty, was yours."

"Spiders are..."

"Arachnids..."

The light from the lamp had been extinguished long ago, leaving its bearer in complete darkness for who knows how long. Or rather, it returned Arlecchino to the bitter realm of reality. Standing in silence, she navigated for minutes in thoughts that are only allowed after the flames of the fireplace have ceased.

There is no clear distinction between what exactly is acceptable and what is bad, it's all a question of point of view. Many factors differentiate Arlecchino from her predecessor. But in the end, the King's cycle has always repeated itself and always will, no matter who is in control and what their policies are.

During all the years that Arlecchino exercised her role as Father within the House of Hearth, there was never a child who couldn't be "tamed", a challenge that was never overcome.

There has never been a challenge like... [Name], and Arlecchino can only be thankful for that since, without a shadow of a doubt, they had been simply the clumsiest child the House of Hearth has ever received. Stumbling around the corridors with that typical mischievous grin on their face.

Carrying drawing materials, instruments, weapons or anything else they could get their hands on, [Name] ran up and down the corridors looking for something they could make or break.

It wasn't uncommon for those around them to stop what they were doing to observe the way they carried herself around, Peruere included. [Name] was a strange child, but undeniably very charismatic. However, once they had passed, everything returned to its usual monotonous rhythm, because they were so...

"Exaggerated."

The word left her lips unconsciously, slipping out of her thoughts and taking shape. It was a slip of the tongue that surprised even its author, whose face didn't let go of its stoicism for a second.

There wasn't a single action carried out by Arlecchino that didn't carry with it a purpose. From the time they went to bed to the food they ate, everything was done to ensure that the children performed as well as possible. After all, there are no quality sheep without pasture.

Leaving that aside and the inspection completed, she turned back to the traditional home office - of course, she had completely redesigned it after taking over, but it was still classic.

Arlecchino had always been professionally organized. She didn't have a lot of paperwork because she didn't do it, but because she simply did. As a Harbinger, countless responsibilities fell on her shoulders. Just the slightest slip-up would not only jeopardize her, but also those around her.

Accompanied by the typical cherry tea - one of her few preferences - the Harbinger diligently wrote like there was no tomorrow, at a fast and precise pace. Alongside this, the sweet aroma of the tea didn't help to stop the parallel thoughts, sugary like the distant memories tormenting her thoughts today, dancing around her head and bringing to the surface what should remain guarded.

"You don't seem to understand anything about this." The x-shaped pupils reflected in the liquid served as a distraction from the constant boredom, or just a way of distancing herself from her surroundings.

Ah, yes. That's exactly what they used to do, tea parties prepared by children who had no idea how they worked. Brilliant.

"And what's there to understand? We just have to put tea in the cup and drink it then-" The rest of the words were like an incoherent buzz, proof of the vagueness surrounding these memories. "Let me show you. It's just like that-"

Splash.

"..."

Without her noticing, the tea had spilled on her white jacket, staining it a blood red. A pity, as it was such a pretty piece. Leaving that aside, her first action was to check for any burns and take it off to clean.

She would wash it with her bare hands in the laundry room, well away from the bedrooms so as not to interrupt anyone's sleep. Then she left the rings on the table and made her way through the house again, with no light to guide her. It was so chilly when the fire was extinguished. But she was used to it, and certainly so were the other residents.

"Freminet, you know that I can see you. Right?"

"P-Pardon." From the shadows emerged Freminet, face turned downwards as if he were hiding something and his usual shy attitude. He seemed to be desperately wiping away the tears flowing from his eyes; after all, Father didn't like it when children cried.

She turned around, looking away from Freminet. "You shouldn't be awake. Go back to your room and I'll let it slide this time."

"Yes, Father." Freminet fled the scene like a shadow. There was no intention of frightening him, only of warning him.

He was there before she became Father, although he was too young to possibly remember much of the events that led to her ascension. Well, he was a good kid either way.

Arlecchino didn't like tears, they were just a semblance of pain and weakness. She had already seen too much suffering in her life to hate them. They were a reminder of the suffering experienced and something she wouldn't like to see again.

But it didn't mean they couldn't cry by themselves. She only wanted them to be strong enough to defend themselves so not have to go through the horrors of the world, although she knows it's impossible.

"..."

How many times did Peruere wake up in the dead of night, in pain and agony as her curse only intensified? Inside, she wanted to let out an inhuman scream, which is a way of being heard in this fairytale-like hellhole.

The silence around her agitated her further and further, and in a numb state, she couldn't rest. At any moment, it was as if she would be eaten from the inside out by the curse inside her body.

"Hey, hey... Calm down, is everything all right?"

The pain she felt that day was real, but the comfort given to her was more markable. It hurt (and a lot), but no tears would dare to flow from her exhausted eyes, carrying a great deal of fatigue. "You're not going to tell Mother, right?”

“Not if you don't want me to.”

"Then don't.” She didn't want to be taken care of by her, so she was fine as long as the pain didn't kill her. "Although I don't think she'll stay in the dark about it for long."

“But won't Mother be mad if she sees us awake?” They sat on her bed, keeping distance enough to be able to jump quickly to their own in case the door opens.

The leather belt hanging on the side of the old clock was a threat for those who were bold enough to try to break the rules. All children should be in bed during the whole night, no exceptions. But no one could stop [Name] from doing what they wanted.

“If she gets mad, then I'll take the blame for you…”

“Then you're just gonna get hurt!” They left an incredulous whisper. There was no way she would do that, right?

“And won't you?”

“Honestly, I'd rather be beaten than grounded.”

In a way, being hit would be better because it would happen once and then they could heal for the next few days. Since they weren't doing anything too serious, the punishment wouldn't be so bad.

But being grounded was the worst thing that could happen to a child inside the House. Or they would get excruciating tasks during weeks, or have their freedom taken away as if it was nothing. And [Name] certainly didn't like being stuck in a dark room with little light for days.

“I don't think there's a better option between those two…”

"You need more rest, you know that?" Arlecchino could no longer feel the comfort of those hands. But she was sure it was a gentle touch, because she didn't feel repulsed. "I don't understand why you accept to go through all this pain alone..."

"Because only pain breeds understanding—"

Mother's motto, a phrase repeated over and over again as a justification for the punishments handed out. Painfully engraved in children's minds as a survival rule.

"No, no, no, no, no," the hurried voice tried to silence the other. "Shh, shh. It's not like that, stop thinking like that."

"If you want to talk, then talk. If you want to cry, then cry... For the archon, if you even want to kill, then kill! But don't accept things so easily! It's so frustrating!"

Their whispers were angry, but it was clear that the anger was not directed at Peruere. In any case, she felt a little guilty about making someone take care of her.

“I don't believe that's exactly how it works—” she answered, grabbing her arm as it itched from under her skin. The simplest movement of Peruere's fingers was enough to make them snap and the sound echo through the room.

“Can I see your arms? Or is it still hurting a lot?” They wouldn't do anything without Peruere's permission. Even though they hated seeing her like that, they would respect her boundaries just like she respects theirs.

“You can…”

They gently gave her a gentle massage, trying to help that overbearing pain to go away. Peruere tried to think of something she could say to thank her friend without the typical “thank you”. Her lack of expression was a bit frustrating.because she didn't want to come out as ungrateful, but couldn't think of the right thing to say.

“Hm… thank you…” She ended up saying the same overused words, and was about to apologize when she saw the droplets of water drip down their face. How weird, for it was the first time someone had cried for her, and the first time she had been hugged so tightly.

“It's really okay… I just want to see you well.”

"Come on, you know I care about your well being." The embrace that enveloped her was as warm as an ember, and helped her hide the shame on her face. "You're not going to take my advice, are you?”

"No."

"Haha... You're so stubborn." Wiping away their tears, [Name] released Peruere's cheeks.

The scene didn't last long. It was all because they were careless enough not to notice the person standing there in the doorway, watching with a neutral, expressionless face. They were taken by surprise like two rabbits in a trap.

“Peruere, [Name], go to the Hearth room. I wish to see the two by the morning.”

That tricky grin that appeared on the woman's face never failed to confuse Peruere. Mother knows best, so why… Why was Peruere starting to slowly doubt her conduct?

The two could only stare back and low their head in respect — no, fear. Whispering the same thing in unison, they silently made their way to the door.

“Yes, Mother.”

During the daily routine, the Knave set aside a part of the evening to get together with the orphans by the fireplace. A family activity that built their companionship and teamwork for future missions, certainly not an excuse for them to have the playtime they needed while growing up.

She usually sat in the furthest seat, watching them talk in their jovial, relaxed language. These young people today... she was sure that these dialects were not part of the vocabulary used during her youth.

Generation by generation, they would have to fight their way to the top. But now, she hopes that this chain is broken and plans for her method to continue for a good few years after her title passes on.

Lyney. He was the most likely to take over as King, although she still doesn't believe he's fully ready to take on the challenge. He was a kind-hearted child, but he needed to evolve so that he had what it took to abandon childlike ways and embrace a different reality forcefully.

In a way, someone had to suffer so that others could survive. Whether it was selfish for her to be the one to choose that person or not is a matter for another discussion. But just the thought that most of these children could become adults already appeased Arlecchino's heart.

As she closes her eyes and contemplates the sound of the fire crackling and the laughter of those around her, alongside the moonlight, Arlecchino's mind drifts to the past once again.

Just for a second...

“What is it exactly that you want, Peruere?”

"I wish for the same as the others." Everyone is waiting for the moment when they will compete for the position of King, aren't they? After all, that's the goal. "But what about you? What do you want?"

"All I know is that I know nothing. Stupid,. isn't it?"

Click.

The opening of the window completely dispelled those thoughts of Peruere, who was absentmindedly observing everything. Ahead, [Name] took in the cool breeze and the warmth of the sunset rays that touched their face, now clear and fresh in the Knave's mind.

Carelessly, already characteristic of them, [Name] climbed onto the windowsill. "I don't want to be King, or Mother, or Fatui or... anything."

Although the light touched every inch of the room, it was as if Peruere remained in the dark. There, hidden in the shadow cast by [Name], she looked away.

The hand outstretched to her, how could she possibly forget it? The hesitation to grasp it would forever be one of her greatest regrets, as would all the words that went unsaid. Peruere's cold, disconnected manner had often been the best weapon she could use, but also a major flaw.

"I want to be... free."

"..." Without an answer, her gaze only followed [Name]'s raised hand, pointed at the sky - more precisely, two birds hovering there.

"Tell me, Peruere..." the dramatic pause, their eyes still full of tears. Everything contributed to the melancholy of the moment "Will we ever be like them?"

"..."

Freedom. Peruere never had never truly believed in it. There is no such thing as true freedom, never has been and never will be. Does being free mean having autonomy? What nonsense, at the end of the day everyone is tied to their ideologies and beliefs. The two of them were no exception.

[Name] was like a resilient flame that lit up the frigid walls of the House of Hearth, bringing an air of change and perhaps hope wherever she went. On the other hand, Peruere was a... moth, yes, a single moth that belonged in the darkest corners of the night. Their flaw was clearly their ego. From an outside view, not in a million years could [Name] become King. However, something was burning inside those hopeful yet stubborn eyes, an even greater ambition.

Undeniably, Peruere felt slightly confused about them. They were a source of trouble, that was a fact. But then, why was she increasingly tempted to go against the rules with them?

"Don't dream too much. Freedom is too distant a utopia for us." She offered [Name] her hand in return, helping them down from the window.

"But aren't you curious? Maybe... maybe the world isn't as small as in here."

"And if it isn't? Will it make any difference? Either way, we'll still be chained up like the good dogs we are."

"Hm..."

"Look at me." The seriousness in [Name]'s gaze surprised me. There was no longer that silly smile on their face, nor did their voice carry the same casualness, just the seriousness needed.

"If you're going to be King, do it properly."

The metallic smell of blood no longer bothered her - she'd been feeling it long enough to get used to it. And the disgust at being stained with Crucabena's blood was tremendous, and the emptiness of the corridors was a stark reminder of the massacre that had taken place there, since at that moment, only Peruere's deep footsteps could be heard.

Did [Name] manage to get out? Surely those who survived had gone into hiding somewhere, so Peruere made a point of searching every room from top to bottom to make sure that none had been left behind from the first search. There was no longer a Mother to run to, one monster had just devoured another in the great food chain that shapes the structures of the House of Hearth.

The bloody marks on the wall gave Peruere an ominous feeling. But now, the goal was different: to find [Name]. With everything that was going on, she was sure that the other would fulfill the agreement they had made. If [Name] wasn't there, then they had successfully escaped. So Peruere ran from where she was to the fireplace room.

And [Name] did as said. They laid there, leaning against the fireplace as if seeking the comfort of the flames. But what she didn't expect was the large open wound in their chest, which they held in distress at the pain caused.

And of all the memories Arlecchino could have, this was undoubtedly the freshest and most agonizing. It plagued her mind like a broken record, repeating itself over and over and over again.

That was the first time she didn't feel fear, but pure dread. Hidden by the serious face, her heart was restless from the sudden rush of adrenaline until her face paled like paper and her eyes widened as if they were going to pop out, for the person standing there was about to die.

"Y-You... did you... do i-it?"

She nodded in agreement, before kneeling down next to them. Peruere couldn't hide her nervousness, unconsciously biting her lower lip to keep it all in; because [Name] didn't deserve to see Peruere in the state her mind was now in.

"Y-You got really... hurt, h-huh?"

With one hand, they stroked Peruere's cheek. This time she remembered the feeling of the fingers getting colder and colder and the weakness that made them tremble, which was why she removed the other's hand from her face.

"[Name]..."

"I wasn't quick enough... I-I-"

"Shh... spare the words."

Peruere took them in her arms, supporting their head as she tried to calm her down - they were already calm enough, it was Peruere herself who needed it. She already understood that death would tear one more person away from her as the flames warmed them, at least for now.

"T-Talk to me, please. I don't want to die in the silence… A-All this quietness is torturing me…" their voice had already become a desperate whisper while they clutched to Peruere tighter, as if they needed her — and they did.

Peruere wiped the blood dripping from [Name]'s lips, before thinking carefully about what to say. Breathing heavily, she began to sing. "Now it was fatal...That the make-believe would end up like this...

[Name]'s eyes widened one last time, before tearing up. But it wasn't out of sadness, as their smile remained and even grew. What a sight, for someone close to death to be reassured by so little.

"I thought... you didn't... like lullabies...?" They were gently interrupted by a finger over the lips.

"Beyond this yard... It's a never ending night..."

They felt their breathing slowly cease, the hand holding hers loosen, and the tears in their eyes flow. Poor [Name], they wouldn't see the end of the song, because they'd already be on the other side. "Peruere... T-Thanks... for being... my friend..."

"B-Because you disappeared into the world without telling me..." Never had Peruere's voice trembled so much. But she would keep singing, she needed to finish this melody for that one peaceful smile as if their life hadn't been taken so painfully, or she would regret it bitterly for the rest of her life.

"And now I was a foolish one asking..." she wiped away her friend's tears and closed their eyes, which reflected the starlight on the other side of the window. Now they would become just like a bird and know true freedom, while Peruere would remain a moth in the dark, without her flame to guide the way.

"What is life going to do with me…?”

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ananad1 · 2 years

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I have just watched the School For Good and Evil movie and I have feelings:

Spoilers ahead obviously.....

If I had never read the books then this movie would be great and something I would enjoy at lot, but I have read the books and so it is an ok movie at best.

There are a few things I enjoyed about the movie

Anemone- her character was funny and stayed fairly true to the books

The beginning scene of the School Masters fighting, while unnecessary, was interesting and kept with the book in everyone believing Good had won out over Evil

At lot of the cast did a good job of making their characters work on screen given what they had to work with

Seeing Soman was a nice surprise and a fun nod with him being an Evil professor

Unfortunately the things I didn't like vastly out weigh those I did

I love all most all of the characters in the books and so many of them were done dirty

Other than Tedros and Tristan (and Gregor) the Ever boys were not given name and only a very limited number of the Ever Girls were as well. And all of the Evers were just straight up rude, bnot passive aggressive and acting with like 'southern charm' type of insults.

The Never boys had no mention, accept for Hort, and the Never girls had almost no better. The Nevers also all seemed to be closer to just regular teens rather than Evil, with the kill them all the time and nothing else.

Honora was already married to Sophie's father which is a big source of Sophie's problems in the future, and Honora is shown as being cruel or at the very least mean, which even in Sophie's POV in the books she is not.

Poor Hort somethings that really bothered me about his portrayal were that he came off as really creepy, which I feel like was not a bad in the books.

He also mentioned being Captain Hook's son, which is very much not the case, his father worked on Captain Hook's ship and Hort did know Hook, but Hook wasn't his father.

In the books it is explicitly stated several times that Hort is a MAN WOLF and not a werewolf (and that there are specific distinctions between the two).

Hort also did not come off as nerdy as I would have liked as well, but that may just be me.

The Coven's portrayals also bothered me a lot. They are the only Never girls other than Sophie who have names and it doesn't give them much. Yes they kept Hester's Demon and Dot's chocolate powers, but that is barely enough to separate them from one another. There is no power dynamic between any of them and they almost immediately fall to Sophie's feet.

In the book Anadil and Hester never did Sophie's makeover and though it was stupid, they were first in line in the movie.

I am plus sized and was looking forward to the representation from Dot, which just wasn't there. She was only slightly bigger than Hester and much smaller than Anadil, which takes away from her character and future development.

Anadil's casting did not fit for me, not because she was black, but because in the books she is albino. I feel like the albino community is underrepresented in movies (I could be wrong). And they could still have cast someone black, who is albino.

Hester had no real leadership role and was never shown to be the best and what Sophie needed to beat. And not including her in the Trial By Tale was a huge mistake.

Making Lesso 'in love' with Rafal was just stupid and didn't work for her and took away from the established relationship she had with Dovey through all the books.

Dovey was a differnt character and was not at all who she was in the books

Cutting some of the teachers was another mistake, specifically Sader, Princess Uma, Castor (and Pollix), and the Man Wolf (who I am counting as a teacher because)

Sader is massively important to the first book at the very least, but his overarching character is necessary for every other book. Whether it is for established characters or establishing new characters.

Princess Uma is also an important character, she comes in to play in several of the very crucial scenes in almost all of the other books.

Castor is a fan favorite and if you have him Pollix would need to be there too, but given how some of the CGI wasn't great maybe not having them was better than seeing them butchered.

Without the Man Wolf Sophie's character missed out on a major emotional and tide turning moment.

There were some scenes that needed to be included and some that were there that could have been so much better. And some that were added that should not have been there at all.

The Circus of Talents is a major part of the book and shows everyone Agatha's true power, as well as, showing how cruel the School Master is. Agatha's power also reveals what actually happens when you fail.

I wanted my animal stampede. Having it be Gregor that Tedros kills is fine, but only have it be him and no other animals realizing Agatha's power after the Wish fish sucked. Also they destroy the school which then needs to be dealt with and is a great backdrop for the rest of the story.

The Candy hall and Agatha eating it and getting in trouble (further ostracizing her from everyone else) is also important.

Tedros seeing Sophie's reflection and realizing what she is and then pulling Agatha further away from her is something I wanted to see.

Agatha's dress for the Snow Ball was clearly laid out (and something I would like to buy if anyone wants to make it for me) in the book and beautiful. The movie gave her a very simple, more simple than anything else she had worn up to that point, Cinderella like dress and called it a day and it was very disappointing.

Agatha wearing pants and a jacket, with colors other than just black, also didn't make sense to me. She only ever wore black until she was forced not to in the books.

By that same token, why were none of them in uniform, that would have been an easy way to keep things clearly defined and not get confusing as to who is Good and Evil.

I also did not understand why they were eating inside and all together, when in the books they were extremely separated.

And one of the only times they were not separated in the book was Forest Groups which was just all of the Evers instead, with no fun challenges.

Giving everyone the same finger glow (for the most part) was lazy and made it even more difficult to tell them apart. All of the main characters in the book had laid out colors that were all different.

Dot was never ostracized from the Coven and did not have any issues presented to her at all.

There were no School Crests which is another big piece in the book since you can't cover them up in any way.

There was almost no Morgfifing at all which was sad.

Anadil's rats were pretty much nowhere to be found.

Since Agatha only went to Evil once, there was no

Frog Pajamas

Barrier

Cockroach

They took away all off the mystery of the Head Master by having him talk to the students. And then Agatha was immediately believed when she said she spoke to him. And no one ever found out that their story was being told.

Agatha and Sophie did not already know about the school and kids did not get kidnapped every four years, which is very clear in the books.

Sophie was also way too nice and did not come off nearly as mean as she was supposed to. And she wasn't using Agatha as a good deed, they were friends since they were kids which doesn't make sense.

Sophie never failed so we didn't get to see her F is for Fabulous dresses or her teaching the Nevers how to improve themselves.

Agatha's casting bothered me too, again not because she was black, but because she was way too pretty automatically. Agatha learns to accept herself the way she is and is never out right conventionally attractive. (Speaking of I'm mad they cut that scene with Dovey)

They didn't do the side kicks, which takes out some of the fun towards the end with Sophie and Beatrix and what their sidekicks are sent to do to Agatha.

The addition of Blood magic was unnecessary and should not have been added.

I honestly think if they really wanted the narration then it should have been Soman doing it, but it wasn't really needed.

Agatha and Tedros liking each other right away pissed me off because they start by hating each other and then slowly see each other as who they really are.

Excalibur being magic was weird and didn't need to happen.

Sophie kissing Rafal also didn't fit (him popping up all over the place was stupid too) and is just going to make any sequels confusing, since in the book it didn't happen until the end of book two for the first time.

I have more thoughts if anyone wants to hear them, but my hand hurts and it won't let me type more on this text box.

#school for good and evil #sophie of woods beyond #agatha of woods beyond #agatha of camelot #tedros of camelot #sge movie #soman chainani #sge #hort of bloodbrook #anadil of bloodbrook #hester

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quinloki · 6 months

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Quin help me iam so cousfed at yamato gender because I heard lots of things about yamato genderyamatois she no a he , but for now I use they/them

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I can understand some confusion coming from translations and such, and as someone who is not fluent in Japanese I’m not going to dive into intricacies that I don’t know, but ! I do know enough to say this:

Both Kaido and Yamato use the word “son” when referring to the relationship connection between that. Yamato says “I’m Kaido’s son.” And Kaido says “Yamato is my son.”

The word used, as I understand, is very clearly meant as son. Not as eldest gender-indeterminate child, but son specifically.

There are very clearly other characters in the series who are trans and who are referred to just as clearly as Yamato is and there’s no confusion, so I assume it’s Yamato’s popularity coupled with his presentation that are the biggest reasons why everyone can accept Kiku as Izou’s sister, but not Yamato as being he/him.

Yamato is Yamato - as they are right now I see him as a trans man, no questions. If he declares he’s a girl later, that does NOT invalidate him being a man right now. Gender, and life, are complicated and beautiful in that way.

I don’t think they/them for Yams is cruel, but I think its unnecessary ambiguity, personally. Yams can be a son and prefer they/them, and we can’t just ask him, but going based on the information we do have, there’s nothing that leans us toward that either.

Calling Yamato she/her however, is effectively transphobic, just as insisting Kiku is a man would be transphobic. And I can hear “but they’re just characters I can see them how I want!”

And that’s far. Trans Ace, Zoro, Law, Crocodile, and Sanji are pretty popular from what I’ve seen, but they’re not canonically trans as yet. Gender bending is a thing, and we love to do it as writers and artists, but

There is a distinct difference between that, and being hostile about a canonical identity for a character. That hostility is tied to bad intentions and bad faith every single time, and part of that bad faith can be hostility in quibbling over they/them vs he/him too.

Because bigots love to dissect down into the tiniest details to try and prove that you can’t blame them for their bigotry.

So I guess the TL;DR is, Yamato is he/him because that is the most obvious answer based on what we know, but we also reference cis characters as they/them because English is messy as fuck, and as long as you aren’t being cruel and belligerent, then you’re probably doing alright.

#quin answers #anon asks #yamato one piece #quin muses #🍩#my donut anon likes to stir the pot #but I like to turn into a learning experience #so I guess it works for both of us #long post #no read more cut #sorry all I just didn’t know where to slice this

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Huh.

“Emotional empathy consists of three separate components, Hodges and Myers say. “The first is feeling the same emotion as another person … The second component, personal distress, refers to one’s own feelings of distress in response to perceiving another’s plight … The third emotional component, feeling compassion for another person, is the one most frequently associated with the study of empathy in psychology,” they explain.”

And yet I keep seeing here on tumblr that compassion is distinct so empathy is unnecessary. Hmm.

“Hodges and Myers note that, while empathetic people feel distress when someone falls, they aren’t in the same physical pain. This type of empathy is especially relevant when it comes to discussions of compassionate human behavior. There is a positive correlation between feeling empathic concern and being willing to help others. “Many of the most noble examples of human behavior, including aiding strangers and stigmatized people, are thought to have empathic roots,” according to Hodges and Myers. Debate remains concerning whether the impulse to help is based in altruism or self-interest.”

Again, people here kept saying that compassion is what makes you help and compassion is distinct. But here’s a claim that it’s not.

Also a claim that people only empathize with their in group, where this seems to imply that we feel it for out group members as well. (I always thought so, like… I was like hell yeah get Israel until I watched family members of hostages weeping. That distressed me so much I did more research, and I now see the attack like I see 9/11 here: a legitimately terrible event that should be understood as a tragedy but that was then used by a corrupt government as an excuse to slaughter masses of innocents.

If empathy is only for the in group, I should’ve shrugged and reblogged “people can do anything to resist settler colonialism” memes, right?

So I’ve never bough that empathy is only for the in group. To me, I always thought it’s when you’re so affected by seeing distress that someone being a member of the out group stops mattering—they need your help and you feel weird about turning away.

Like it’s cruel. Like you can’t do it. So you help. Or change your mind about the Bad Group, or whatever.)

“Experts in the field of social neuroscience have developed two theories in an attempt to gain a better understanding of empathy. The first, Simulation Theory, “proposes that empathy is possible because when we see another person experiencing an emotion, we ‘simulate’ or represent that same emotion in ourselves so we can know firsthand what it feels like,” according to Psychology Today.”

I always thought that was part of it. Oh shit if my grandma got kidnapped for a war I’m not even in I’d feel devastated. Maybe I don’t know all the nuances of how that devastation would manifest but it doesn’t matter, this event I celebrated as a turning point in a war is mostly just awful, sorry.

It’s not that I think I know for sure what they’re feeling, it’s that my guess affects me intensely and pushes me to try to help, or rethink, or something.

“Some experts believe the other scientific explanation of empathy is in complete opposition to Simulation Theory. It’s Theory of Mind, the ability to “understand what another person is thinking and feeling based on rules for how one should think or feel,” Psychology Today says. This theory suggests that humans can use cognitive thought processes to explain the mental state of others. By developing theories about human behavior, individuals can predict or explain others’ actions, according to this theory.”

That’s not opposed though? One is affective and the other is cognitive and they usually go together? AAAAAAA A BIG FEELING fuck let me think.

“Empathy seems to arise over time as part of human development, and it also has roots in evolution. In fact, “Elementary forms of empathy have been observed in our primate relatives, in dogs, and even in rats,” the Greater Good Science Center says. From a developmental perspective, humans begin exhibiting signs of empathy in social interactions during the second and third years of life. According to Jean Decety’s article “The Neurodevelopment of Empathy in Humans,” “There is compelling evidence that prosocial behaviors such as altruistic helping emerge early in childhood. Infants as young as 12 months of age begin to comfort victims of distress, and 14- to 18-month-old children display spontaneous, unrewarded helping behaviors.”

!!!!!!

I said that here on tumblr to the empathy doesn’t matter people and they said it was a just so story! I knew I didn’t make it up.

“And it’s true that we likely feel empathy due to evolutionary advantage: “Empathy probably evolved in the context of the parental care that characterizes all mammals. Signaling their state through smiling and crying, human infants urge their caregiver to take action … females who responded to their offspring’s needs out-reproduced those who were cold and distant,” according to the Greater Good Science Center. This may explain gender differences in human empathy.”

Hmm, I can see that. I always thought it was about being a social animal too though. That if you’re the sort of critter who lays her eggs and leaves once they hatch, you’re unlikely to have the same level of empathy just because you’re solitary. You never needed to develop social bonds so they’re not a thing for you.

Which has the added bonus of explaining why we tend to call humans who prioritize themselves and harm the group “reptilian” or “cold blooded.”

An actual reptile/solitary life form is probably indifferent, not malicious, but humans sometimes respond to one as if it was the other, as both can cause problems.

“In the field of psychology, empathy is a central concept. From a mental health perspective, those who have high levels of empathy are more likely to function well in society, reporting “larger social circles and more satisfying relationships,” according to Good Therapy, an online association of mental health professionals. Empathy is vital in building successful interpersonal relationships of all types, in the family unit, workplace, and beyond. Lack of empathy, therefore, is one indication of conditions like antisocial personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder. In addition, for mental health professionals such as therapists, having empathy for clients is an important part of successful treatment. “Therapists who are highly empathetic can help people in treatment face past experiences and obtain a greater understanding of both the experience and feelings surrounding it,” Good Therapy explains.”

Not sure of the source here? But that’s how I always thought it worked, unlike the thing here on Tumblr where people say it’s irrelevant.

(Honestly? Possibly uncharitable but I think the whole “empathy is irrelevant” THING was an effective altruism thing, and now that we’ve all seen the spectacular downfall of some people who believe in it, I hope we start to see more widespread nuanced takes that recognize how empathy is useful and how lacking it limits or stunts a lot of people while also not framing all people with low empathy as actively malicious.

If you’ve read my posts about my mom, I think she rarely engages with others’ feelings and it’s part of what makes her dynamic with me and my dad emotionally draining and even abusive… but I also don’t think this is intentional on her part, or that she’d endorse it if she had more insight.

EA now seems to me like a cult(ish), one that had “act out of reason in all things including morality, not out of emotional response to others’ joy or suffering” as one of its Emotional Control tenets.)

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I have so many thoughts about OFMD that I just do not have the motivation/mental energy to actually write up metas about, so instead just a a bulleted list of things I think.

Stede is not selfish, if we understand selfish to me someone who consistently prioritizes their own wants/needs over everyone else’s.

Before leaving, Stede was generally a good or at least decent father to his children.

Stede and Mary are equally at fault for their marriage falling apart, with the main underlying cause being poor communication

Stede does not know what scurvy is

Stede is uncomfortable violence, but is not morally opposed to it unless it seems unnecessary/cruel to him

The only part of a pirate’s life that Stede doesn’t enjoy is the actual being a pirate bit

Ed was not doing his chameleon thing with Stede, presenting a version of himself that he thinks Stede would like, or pretending to be softer to keep from scaring Stede away (he ordered a man skinned alive with a snail fork right in front of Stede). For the most part, he was being his authentic self with Stede. His behavior in episode 10 is what his masking as soft and emotionally open looks like.

The Kraken persona at the end of episode 10 is not a part of who Ed is; it’s desperate masking to cover the vulnerable parts of himself. (This is distinct from the kraken that killed his dad, which is a part of him.)

Ed did not mean to burn that entire crew Jack mentions alive. Much like Stede with Captain Badminton, it was something of an accident that he claimed to have done intentionally to get the respect of the rest of the crew.

Whatever their relationship might have looked like in the past, by the time of the series proper, Ed no longer gets any positive benefits from their relationship despite what Izzy may claim/think.

Izzy and Calico Jack represent two different facets of toxic masculinity, with Izzy’s being centered on power and ambition and Jack’s being centered on hedonism and apathy

All the activities Calico Jack has them do could have been done in a fun positive way that Stede would have enjoyed (except making the turtle fight the crab), but the way Jack does them is steeped in his brand of toxic masculinity.

Some of these I am deeply invested in and some of them just vibe well for me without having much reason for it. Feel free to agree, disagree (politely), or ask me about any of them.

#ofmd

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So I said I wasn’t going to rant about this but a lot of the things I see surrounding Azula, ableism, and misogyny are really off-putting to me as a disabled woman.

Let’s get one thing straight. People who talk about Azula’s cruelty ARE NOT stigmatizing mentally ill characters. Mostly because Azula does not have a canon mental illness. She IS given some vague and mostly stereotypical mental illness traits, but that’s because she’s a violent villain. Yes, this is ableism and stigmatizing mental illness, and it’s a gendered trope that often targets female characters because of the long history of women’s emotions and trauma being pathologized.

But the key difference is that Azula is not getting wrongfully labeled as violent because she is mentally ill (which is a real problem for mentally ill people in the real world), she is getting labelled as mentally ill because of her violence. Both are ableism, but the second one means that telling other people that they can’t hold her accountable for being violent because she’s mentally ill is also ableism, because you’re feeding into the stereotype that mental illness makes a person commit violence.

And even though Azula does have some traits that you can use to headcanon her as mentally ill, and I’m definitely not saying you can’t have headcanons, none of the places that people often point to when they talk about her as a mentally ill character have much to do with her violent actions. Most people point to her breakdown at the end of the series as evidence for mental illness, but the problem with using this as an explanation or excuse for her worst actions is that she was a violent and cruel person long before that, and in full control of what she was doing.

Additionally, though I don’t begrudge anyone their headcanons, you do have to be conscious, especially when the character you are headcanoning is a villain, that not everyone is going to appreciate mentall illness headcanons being attached to a violent character. I’ve seen Azula saddled with everything from BPD to schizophrenia to antisocial personality disorder, and there are plenty of people in the real world who have those disabilities who don’t appreciate being compared to fictional characters who are written as cruel and violent villains. I’m not saying you can’t have those disorders and also identify with Azula, but to declare that everyone has to is itself rather ableist.

There are characters I identify with who aren’t like me at all, some who have canon disabilities that resemble my own or don’t, and some characters who aren’t canonically disabled but feel disabled coded to me. Azula does not feel disabled coded to me, she feels like an angry, tragic villain that the writers decided to saddle with some hysterical woman tropes to highlight her villainy. The things that do make her sympathetic to me, such as her trauma from abuse and eventual breakdown, can exist without an implication that she has some sort of psychosis. That explanation always felt tacked on and unnecessary and insensitive to the parts of her psyche that do resonate with me.

It also gives me pause when Azula gets more attention as a “disabled” character than canon disabled characters, given that even if you headcanon her as disabled, this disability is largely invisible and doesn’t prevent people from seeing her as smart, capable, pretty, and put-together, as opposed to characters like Toph, who struggles onscreen with her performance of gender and other characters’ perceptions of her as less capable because of her very visible and ever-present disability. I think part of the focus on disability headcanons over canon disabled characters like Toph is that a lot of people like to headcanon characters as having invisible disabilities because they want to see representations for their own, and that’s fine, but the reason I’m making this distinction, as someone who has both visible and invisible disabilities, is because when we’re talking about fictional characters, what’s visible is more important than what is invisible. Whereas real people can have invisible disabilities that other people do not see, if a fictional character is not established by the narrative as having a disability, they simply do not have one.

The other thing is that Azula herself is hugely ableist. Which of course does not mean she can’t be disabled, but the issue is with people insisting on her as disability representation to the point of deriding other kinds of representation and using disability as an excuse for everything she does, including when she belittles her visibly disabled brother and makes jokes about his disfigurement, calls him stupid, and mocks him for not being as capable, when she calls her uncle a lazy fatso and makes fun of his PTSD from war, and her overall imperialist and ethnocentric ideology which feeds into all of her actions. And yes, fatphobia and racism and colonialism all carry within them kernels of ableism from which they are built.

While we’re at it, let’s also get into the comics, because while yes, there are some truly awful ableist tropes used in them, I primarily only see this talked about in the context of poor Azula, who was probably abused in that mental institution because...because you saw some images of people in straight jackets and made some outdated assumptions about icepick lobotomies and electroshock therapy. While I think the thought towards actual representations of mental health that was put into these comics was exactly zero, I also find it suspect that people want to insist that Azula was abused because of being institutionalized. None of that does anything to clear the stigma against mental illness or against getting help. What it does do is add to the idea that mentally ill people, and institutions designed for people who are mentally ill, are some strange other. Yes, I am tired of these portrayals in media, but I’m also tired of fans inventing them just to add an extra layer of angst to their favorite character. A few frames of Azula in a straight jacket does not equal abuse, especially since this is a fantasy setting and she is hostile to those around her and can shoot lightning from her fingertips. In real life, straight jackets are for preventing a person from hurting themselves or others, and should never be used as a form of punishment, and not only is Azula infinitely more dangerous than a real person, she also has infinitely more power and agency even as a fourteen/fifteen year old without most of the power and status she had in the series than most adults in the real world will ever have, and certainly more than someone who is institutionalized in a mental health facility. To imply that she’s being abused just because you think that’s what happens in a mental health facility is not the anti-ableist take you think it is.

That said, I do think it’s ableism when people casually call Azula a psychopath or a sociopath, not least because those are outdated terms that can’t be applied to a minor anyway. But it’s casual ableism that is applied to her because she’s a villain, not because people are somehow trying to paint her actions as worse than they actually are. She’s not being singled out because of mental illness, she’s being singled out because of her villainy. It’s the same when Iroh calls her crazy. He does so because she just shot him with fire and almost killed him, not because of any prejudice against her. Ideally, do I think people should use the word crazy to describe Azula or anyone? No. It’s a word I try to avoid using. But policing language to make it harder for people to articulate their own experiences, especially the experience of being a victim of violence, is also pretty ableist and overall kind of a horrible thing to do, so don’t do that.

#azula #atla comics #ableism cw #the discourse #mental health cw #mental illness cw

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my therapist: when you experience sleepless nights, what’s going through you’re mind? are anxious thoughts keeping you awake?

Me; at 2am: it’s not hypocritical to have a moral aversion to eating dogs while still consuming other animal flesh. i mean, we have a symbiotic relationship with dogs. it’s not simply that the dog is cute - so are lambs, so is a baby duckling, neither of which i we are averse to eating. there’s a distinct evolutionary advantage in both species to discourage a predator/prey relationship, and the moral aversion to eating a dog can be seen as the extension of a symbiotic relationship. of course, this moral aversion is not present in every society, and in particular is absent in societies with present or a history of food scarcity. but, generally speaking, the aversion to eating a dog is clearly explained by the difference in the evolutionary relationship. we don’t have an aversion to eating farm animals because we don’t have a symbiotic relationship with a chicken, cow, duck, pig, or lamb. yes, it’s true domestic animals like cows, sheep and chickens do provide humans with useful products besides their meat, so it’s not strictly true to categorise these as predator/prey relationships, but the domestication of farm animals in favour of hunting is only because farming makes these products easier to access, and doesn’t offer any distinct evolutionary advantage to the animal, therefore cannot be considered a symbiotic relationship. i mean, an anenome is a natural predator of fish, but you wouldn’t say it has a double standard because it doesn’t prey on exclusively clownfish, nor would you say that a shark is hypocritical for not eating a pilot fish. from an evolutionary standpoint, our aversion to eating dogs despite a willingness to eat many other times of animals is a rational response to the nature of the symbiotic relationship we have with dogs. and moreover, our aversion to killing say, a crow while we would not save a lamb from the slaughter is a reflection of whether or not we have a predator/prey relationship with an individual species. predators eat prey, that’s a reflection of nature. stepping beyond our existing predator/prey relationships feels unnecessary or cruel, and eating animals we have a symbiotic relationship with feels taboo.

#shitpost #insomnia thoughts #no matter what i do tonight i seem to be unable to sleep alas #i don’t think i have any meds left either #ahhghggggg

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Best Action Adventure Games

Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy

Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy is an amazing recreation. It is truly a creative, thoughtful rendition of the Marvel property. After playing the game, I'd love even more than anything to plunge into the world that created this group of heroes with a ragtag look. And at this moment, I'm thinking I truly will because I have fallen additionally in love with the world. Regardless of the world truly being inundated with superheroes appearing on the silver screen, it truly is only in the past decade that we've been able to provide gamers with seriously distinctive and relaxing games based on comic book components. With Guardians of the Galaxy, players can play among the most enjoyable comic book games available, which can distinguish themselves on their own from the tremendously well-known MCU brand and which can lovingly alter the abundant, illustrated world that it is based on. The original hurdle Guardians of the Galaxy needed to overcome was distinguishing it from James Gunn's vision. The films "Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1" and "Vol. 2" were fantastic, bringing the Guardians to the forefront and adding much-needed character to the individual pre-"Avenger" films. Without a doubt, Eidos-Montreal's job is cut out for them for their upcoming film. On its initial public appearance, Guardians of the Galaxy was mocked as a copy-and-paste-style version that was a copy-paste version of its MCU counterpart. Nonetheless, nothing will be any further from the facts than you already know.

Eidos-Montreal certainly uses Gunn's style selections to create. Star-Lord presents a ripped-far from the world of Earth from the 1980s and is obsessed with the sounds of his time. Characteristics like Rocket Raccoon's aggression and Drax the Destroyer's tendencies to be a literalist are on full display within the action. The acting and direction of those films happened to be superb and functioned to describe the non-comic personalities of these characters. Yet still, after virtually two hours during the contest, I had no idea what to think of Chris Pratt or Bradley Cooper. I believe there may end up being some gamers who are unable to distinguish these two characters from one another because of the way their brains work. However, it's not as big of an issue as it was in the past year's Avengers play, where those titular characters and actors weren't provided with enough product.

Guardians of the Galaxy is one of the most conversational little games ever made. You will find a good number of RPGs loaded with inane conversations with NPCs that are one-offs, but I am unable to imagine the number of terms and pages that make up this game's script. From page 1 until the very end, Peter "Star-Lord" Quill, Drax, Gamora, Rocket, and Groot are talking nearly nonstop. In a sense, people could consider this to be the "Gilmore Girls" game. The raucous banter between all five characters in the show is unstoppable. And, while that word may have negative connotations, I cannot think of a better word to describe it. Discussions are threaded through quests, fights or idle strolls, dogfights, and life-threatening episodes. Conversations are a constant stream of words, as Groot may discuss his trademark "I am Groot" as Rocket translates, while Gamora and Drax tend to be engaged in their specific dialogue. The characters can speak, but it never feels like they are speaking without purpose. Every word, every stupid joke, or cruel comment is based on a thought-provoking perspective that the writers employed to make the characters more distinct. It never felt like an unnecessary flood of verbose rubbish. This truly is the way the Guardians communicate in their groups and with each other. One thing Guardians of the Galaxy greatly benefits from is the structured gaming experience it provides. Without multiplayer or games-as-a-service game mechanics to satisfy, the overall game seems highly polished as well as curated and, above all, ample in detail. As you progress through the story, you will be able to switch between your home on the Milano, the Guardians spaceship, and the various locations you explore throughout the game. Each place you visit is very different from the other, as it is a place that feels alien to the touch in kaleidoscopic color. In between missions, it's enjoyable exploring the ship to find interesting objects to chat with, talk with the staff, and if you're a worrier like me personally shut the fridge door, which is always open in your kitchen on the ship. If you uncover items hidden in each world, you'll also be able to have another conversation with other Guardians, which will give their characters and background and provide some of the most intimate connections you'll have in the video game. You'll also have a variety of options for dialogue—usually, they ask you to choose with one Guardian or another, make decisions on how to respond to an issue, or determine what the focus of your team should always be. These selections may alter the circulation of the adaptation of the story, as certain possibilities could affect your relationships with different groups of people or your relationship with the team. You can choose to go against Rocket repeatedly, in which case he may start to feel a bit petty, which could limit his truthful willingness to assist your future. These choices don't appear to change the narrative in any way However, you can play them according to "what sounds" significantly more enjoyable at the moment.

The fight is thrilling. You control Quill in almost every moment of every battle, and you legitimately look like the leader of the Guardians. Drax and Co. all provide their strengths, and they'll fight by themselves, but they're influenced by Quill. Each hero presents a unique power in battles, such as crowd control (Groot) or the ability to conduct enormous problems (Gamora). The way you use their strengths can determine the course of the fight. In fighting, gamers go around firing their guns at foes and dodging, making use of Peter's rocket boots. As close Peter is to an opponent, the more harm he can cause. Firing would not last forever, as ultimately the guns will overheat, but can be swiftly recharged when you hit R2 at the appropriate time. Like Peter, the players are expected to battle with a tactical sense in their minds. Through storyline development or abilities points, Peter, along with the remaining Guardians, retains four abilities that aren't locked and are put on the encounter keys. Peter's abilities tend to be turned on by clicking the left stick. It may feel somewhat clumsy from time to time during battle. The team's abilities are activated by holding down the L1 button while aiming at the enemy, hitting an appropriate face button for a specific teammate, and after that, pressing a face button that is assigned to the player's specific ability.

Puzzles play an important part in exploration, but they aren't especially tricky. The variety of worlds and locations is done to perfection. I was fascinated by the places to go off and find some treasures, such as, for example, particular elements to supply to my sexy colleagues to study much more about their valuable past and get a hold of the latest clothes to equip. The assorted locations are breathtaking to look at, and every single one is unique due to its vegetation and monsters. Lady Hellbenders' animal sanctuary planet is truly lush with greenery and strange humanoid sculptures. There's also the chance to explore spaceships and the massive spaceport "Knowhere," which resides inside the skull of a massive celestial being. Hidden crafting elements are scattered all over the world, which lets you upgrade the perks. While at a workbench, Rocket can improve Star-Lord by making him new equipment systems that are represented as benefits. You will discover fifteen in total, ranging from faster shield recharge, greater wellness, and reduced time required to complete a perfect dodge. Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy is all you can want from a Marvel videogame that is the best of both electric situations and thought-provoking junctures. The images immediately grab your attention with stunning views and vivid shades that range from neon lights and the markets at Knowhere to the sprawling scenery of Lady Hellbenders' Seknarf Nine. To go along with the video game's unbelievable visuals are the facial animations.

Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart

Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart pursues the happenings of 2013's Ratchet & Clank: Inside the Nexus and Expression Franchise legendary characters Ratchet and Clank, in addition to the introduction of a new character playable in Rivet. While Rift Apart actually does technically follow the events of Into the Nexus, it can be played out in its own game without knowing about Into the Nexus. It is the first game created for the next-generation consoles. Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart is truly intended to highlight all of the distinguishing characteristics which make PlayStation 5 such an appetizing purchase.

The amazing year 2016 PS4 update of the first Ratchet & Clank made for an entertaining retread of its very own, but it was iterative-this walked so Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart could run. It's awe-inspiring, indeed, how the game runs. The Rift away shows the PS5 an intense workout. This provides you with sweeping artwork of characters and models for the characters, along with lighting and effects, that don't appear outside of the spot in a 3D-animated movie, and its particular fluid combat could spotlessly feature tens of opponents and projectiles on the monitor all at once, without any issues. Getting errors out of the way early on, there are only a few errors throughout Ratchet & Clank: Rift Away, but they're small. At one point, I noticed myself jumping onto a ledge only to be caught in some geometry, resulting in a quick demise. But since quicksaves are extremely easily placed and there's no punishment for dying, these little troubles just didn't bother me even somewhat. My brain stayed deadlocked on the artwork, the storyline, and the battle. All of them seamlessly connect and are so incredibly captivating that it is hard to get angry when something goes wrong.

At its heart, Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart is very much a new platformer meets third-person shooter game and, while it's not an open-world game, the design of the levels makes it appear as if you're part of something larger, which is why the illusion is right there, including quests and subquests that aid you in exploring these new universes. Similar to former gaming titles, you have the mechanic wrench you have been using to smash crates like Thor, which allows you to collect bolts, which are later used to buy new products and improve your existing models. The process of leveling up can help you when you are on your final quest, in particular, the bad guys that you encounter. When you ride on canines, grind like Tony Hawk, float around jumping, smashing, fighting, exploring, and meeting new friends, one exciting new feature is your ability to tether to portals. When you connect to portals, this allows you to be teleported to another location, which is truly useful when fighting against enemies or wishing to solve mysteries. Just keep in mind that you will need to reorient yourself from time to time. Another innovative mechanic is the phantom dash, which allows you to rewind reality to reach another location faster, which again works for double jumps. As well, while Ratchet and Rivet are alike in the way they play, fans of Clank will be delighted to learn that, once again, you get to manage this bot through puzzles and mini-missions, including an alternate galaxy spider named Glitch (Sara Amini) who hacks. Also, there's KT, who happens to be the alternate world's Clank and is also a fun brand-new character from the series.

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Combat is well-handled via the game title and you have use of a wide great diversity of totally different arms, from common blasters to a couple of absolutely clever suggestions which I'm not going to discuss here, such as power-ups that have been purchased through your bolt collecting. However, the game isn't without its challenges in certain instances, especially if the adversaries start to gather while you try to shoot with aplomb to save your life. Fortunately, the developers have included a few level stages, and if people simply want to relax and take in the story without too much stress, this is certainly an alternative. Nevertheless, on those higher difficulty levels, ammunition is scarce and the boss battles are indeed an obstacle, but not quite on the very same scale as Demon Souls.

Kena: Bridge of Spirits

In the form of an action-adventure Kena: Bridge of Spirits lets players explore a vast and varied world to defeat evil spirits and cleanse the land of corruption. Armed with a sword and capable of drawing upon spirit vitality, Kena is truly adaptable in what she will do. The plot is told through fully-voiced cutscenes, some of which use the in-game engine, while some use fully animated CGI All of which look like something definitely from Pixar or Dreamworks. The animation is stunning in the spiritually charged universe that borrows from historic Eastern cultures. When you assist the spirits of one group while other arcs explore the same serious narrative template quality of the screenplay, this is a universe that's not difficult to lose yourself in, and the cast list is truthfully enjoyable because they each traverse a path of love and loss in their unique way.

There are a variety of quests and jobs you can perform, some as simple as finding the Rot and putting a statue back in place, and others that require the next step and trying to test your accuracy using the bow during a shooting challenge that unlocks another Rot. One of the things I completely love is the chests with curses, which are close to a specific combat task to overcome ( across the fast region) that you must accomplish as a way to open them. Nothing can be said to be a challenge in Kena: Bridge of Spirits is more complex than a Fallout quest, but every little thing is fun and corresponds with the things you've done in other games, such as Sly Cooper as well as the aforementioned PS2 classics.

Besides these, you can find many collectibles to be found, and the game even outlines exactly how many you need to locations across the globe. In the meantime, before we jump into the fight of Kena Let's talk about the rot that I talked about in the last paragraph. These tiny black blobs of a creature tend to be certainly delightful, along with the form the game's title makes use of them is incredible. When you gather the blobs, they prove useful in numerous steps. The most charming aspect is that you simply don't need to spend a lot of time with them since they won't die, as most NPCs do in battle scenarios. This is handled via "they truly are terrified tiny beings and you must build up their courage by fighting to increase the meter", which is a great method of explaining the amazing moves they offer. Operating these could result in significant damage, but it is extremely beneficial on occasions when your overall health is compromised. The Rot becomes increasingly useful in lifting objects to search for more Rot, moving statues back to their original positions, and even moving boxes to assist Kena in getting to difficult-to-reach places. You will find an extremely powerful rot capability; offering them the liquid of a bloom them all into a rushing cavalcade of rots that resemble their specific original phase and can take out the corruption along with unlocking and healing distinctive areas. However, they're not completely useless to you, since they can feed the corruption flowers when you've cleaned the opponents' free, purifying the spot you are in.

Here you can buy cheap games, from all categories whether we are talking about action adventure, racing, sports, strategy, or shooters.

Although the action aspect of the entire action-platformer game is very strong, the platforming portion is a bit less luminous in comparison, specifically the bouncing. Invisible structures are generally awkwardly present as players attempt to jump over rooftops or platforms they're not meant to reach. The design decision for it to be essentially vertical was a mistake, not simply because it's uncomfortable, but because it also creates the impression that you can reach specific surfaces, which the invisible wall structure eventually keeps you from. Kena: Bridge Of Spirits might attract some aged influences, but the way this assembles the parts of the mystery makes it appear very contemporary indeed. The video game will charm you with its lovable universe, only to smack you around a little with its ferociousness. While the gameplay is the weakest component, however, overall, Kena is a great time that should not be forgotten.

#Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy #action adventure #Kena: Bridge of Spirits #Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart

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betawooper · 2 years

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Your thoughts on the canonical kny pairings? (The main trio, uzui's polycule, Obanai + Mitsuri and Hakuji + Koyuki)

warning ahead of time that there will be ship hate, just like look away if you dont like that stuff lol

(by main trio, im assuming you mean tanjirou with kanao, zenitsu with nezuko, and inosuke with aoi so we're gonna go with that assumption)

before i actually get started, i will say i generally dont like how gotouge writes romance if they arent established beforehand (like parents), and even then there couldve been more complexity and nuance behind such decisions, the romance is just so weak compared to their ability to write sibling dynamics

with that in mind

tanjirou and kanao - ugh, i dont like it at all, the fact that this was pretty much kanao's whole deal until the douma fight was abhorrent and every time i see kanao getting all flustered around tanjirou i lose 10 years of my life. it feels out of character and i hate that every time i see kanao interacting with him i see nothing but it being used as ship fuel and not a genuine exploration of their dynamic

they also have nothing in common and nothing to bond over, and their dynamic is not fun at all, i really dont see how both fans and gotouge genuinely think theyd make a good couple, its literally "shes a girl, hes a boy, can i make it more obvious"

zenitsu and nezuko - ughhhhhhhh

i mentioned at some point that this ship brought the worst out of canon zenitsu, and i still hold up to that, it literally ruined whatever emotional maturity he acquired in infinity fortress. then theres the fact that canon nezuko has essentially regressed to a toddler so theres the weirdness from that + she is really in no position to return his affections when she also has no agency over her actions

its the same thing with tanjirou and kanao where they also have nothing in common and nothing to bond over and their dynamic is not fun at all and its just "shes a girl, hes a boy, whoop-dee-stinking-do"

inosuke and aoi - gotouge put them together bc theyre both blue-coded huh? (/s) like thats it, that is all theyve got going, they have nothing

uzui's polycule - now this is where it gets a little better (kinda), i like how every one of the characters have distinct personalities and they play off each other in a fun way

i do have two complaints: one is that this relationship is a big reason why i think gotouge is not good at writing romance, bc even if they know how to write the four in an entertaining way, i dont sense any romantic love in their interactions. well, theres uzui and hinatsuru, but even thats reaching

second, makio apparently being a distant cousin of uzui is just wtf, idk why gotouge felt the need to add that at all, way to ruin a perfectly good relationship with a completely unnecessary and gross factoid when they could have just not done that

obanai and mitsuri - i actually really like this ship, just not the way gotouge handled it. theres so much potential for them to understand each other's struggles with their self image but all they actually got were moments about obanai being a creepy overprotective bastard over her, and mitsuri going "awww hes my knight and im a princess!" like girl,,,,,,

canon obamitsu, cringe

rewrite obamitsu, based

hakuji and koyuki - literally like the only relationship gotouge didnt screw over or fuck up, you can tell the two love each other a lot and thats what makes the tragedy later on so heartwrenching. koyuki and keizo representing hakuji's capacity to love and find hope and meaning in a cruel world and having them dying is just like, damn, cant believe this is in the same manga where zenitsu got jealous over sanemi patting nezuko on the head

tldr; main trio pairings are ass, canon obamitsu is wack, uzui polycule is okay just has a few issues, and hakuji and koyuki is the best ship in this story, no question

#incest mention #bc of the uzui thing #asks #kny manga #also thanks for sending all these asks! i love talking about my opinions

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lauretafavrito · 1 year

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Tips and Suggestions for Homemade Animal Odor Removal

Although it's entirely feasible for homemade pet odor removal remedies to end up being reliable, there's likewise a good chance that it won't work.

PREVENTION IS STILL THE MOST EFFECTIVE CURE

As well as we ought to know by now that old sayings tend to be real, also if we do not desire them to be. The best method to remove animal odor from your domicile is stopping it from invading your house in the top place.

Potty training is harder for pet dogs than kids since pets, despite how solid your bond is with your animal, can never ever entirely understand what you're speaking about.

There is a great deal of free suggestions in the Web that could aid you effectively housebreak your pets. The most vital rule to remember nonetheless is not to snap at your family pets for forgetting their lessons. Such responses are purposeless, cruel as well as unnecessary. Be patient and also we can guarantee that you'll have the ability to be successful in time.

PEROXIDE CLEANSING

If you assumed that peroxide was mostly used for wounds, it can currently eliminate family pet odors as well. Simply blend peroxide and water then use it to the discolored location with a sponge. It's extremely important to do this while the stain or smell is still fresh as older ones are harder to tidy.

DISHWASHING ALA PET DOG ODOR

The dish for this homemade pet dog smell elimination service is as follows: 1 quart of water, numerous decreases of dishwashing liquid and also two tbsps of vinegar. Mix well after that offer to the tarnished area. Make sure that all soiled and also odor-pervaded locations are dealt with. Once more, specialists recommend to serve this service right after the production of the tarnish.

If the discolor has actually currently dried, there's a good chance that the damage and also odor arising from it are incurable.

MAINTAIN YOUR CANINE RESIDENCE CLEAN

If your little Chihuahua is keeping house in the living-room with its small one-room manor, you should know that your living setup is probably the source of your residence's distinctive scent - also if your animal is very educated.

If possible, clean your animal's home several times a week. Provide it a thorough cleansing which means you ought to surpass your usual dust-off-here-wash-some-there-routine.

BORAX FOR BED DAMAGE

Allow's say your pet had inadvertently - unless you have reasons to believe it was willful - tarnished your bed as well as triggered it to scent unhappily. When this takes place, you must right away spray borax throughout the stained area as well as rub it continually. Wait on it to completely dry then utilize your vacuum or a straightforward brush to eliminate the completely dry fragments remaining. Later on, you'll see that the procedure has actually efficiently neutered the odor rising from the tarnish.

This option additionally works when your bed discolor is brought on by various other sources as well as when you intend to remove the scent of sour milk.

MAKE IT UNENJOYABLE

This is more of a preventative option to your issue. To reduce the chances of your pet creating your home to smell worse than it currently is, select materials for your cover beds, table linens, curtains, Научете повече and couch covers that you make certain will irritate your pet dog.

CLEANING UP THE DIRTIER THAN USUAL FRONT DOOR RUG

If your front door carpet unexpectedly became your animal's bathroom, send it back to the washing equipment however this time around accompanied with roughly 1 extra pound of baking soft drink besides your typical detergent. Air-dry quickly later on.

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noodleddragon · 2 years

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Going through the motions of figuring out who you are is always ok.

Please don't let anyone else hold you to unnecessary standards of purity.

#got that 'are you a gold star lesbian' ask again #probably a bot #but what an unnecessary and cruel distinction #once again #with feeling #fuck terfs #fuck biphobes #if you're queer in any regard you don't have to explain squat #you're valid #also that ask was hilarious because technically I've never slept with a man!#but I sure as hell am no lesbian 😂

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louehvolution · 5 years

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#zara larsson. anon #who he is that she should know him? seriously?#he had a single out in March. and she performed at the same event as him in May #she also knows all the other members of 1D?#- because the question wasn't even about knowing Louis as a solo artist. but about naming the members of the band -#and she shouldn't know the one who wrote half of their discography. orchestrated the evolution of their sound. fighting for creative control #carried the chorus of a number of their songs. and has the most distinctive voice?#and. to make it worse. he is the one who most gets linked back to 1D #this goes even beyond him being the one people know less or tend to forget - it's how they would have him become a punchline #and use him as a punching bag #- because Capital FM made fun in the clip too. with a fake newspaper headline about him being the most famous member of 1D #and a fake comments section of what the reactions would be that she forgot him #- including a Harry Styles comment: i'm not even mad. he is the most forgettable -#they made the choice - cruel and unnecessary - to make a joke of him #the video is titled in relation to this too - what Capital and Zara have done is ugly and mean spirited. and like the Ash London situation #it happens because his team has made every effort to belittle and erase him as an artist and an individual. and encourages mistreatment #and disrespect. and doesn't offer him any protection whatsoever #not because the others have anything that makes them easier to remember. or more deserving of respect...

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k-dokja · 2 years

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He took up a habit of watching the stars in the sky with you after the second year of travelling together. It was not always that this plan fell into place. Sometimes, the scenario would keep the two of you focused even while sleepless. No chances to wonder about the star with threats around every corner.

There were other times when both of you passed out early in the night. Both worn out from the length of the day. Not to mention the days when you were both back at the factory. The illumination of artificial light outshined the glittering on the night sky.

But this was not one of those days. On this night, he found peace standing next to you. No words were needed. Maybe he never needed words when it came to you.

“I hate this world.”

Your confession didn't come as a surprise. He wouldn't blame you for saying it either. The solemn aftermath of defeating main scenarios sometimes brought about unnecessary sentimentality. Not that you'd ever hear honest words from him.

Not out loud anyway.

“I don't understand who in their right mind would create this world,” you laughed softly, “it's cruel and senseless and... it makes our past world looks like heaven in comparison.”

You were no longer looking at the stars, he noticed. Something infinitely more interesting had been found under your soles while you kicked back and forth. Maybe those truthful admittance boded ill in front of the constellation bodies dotting the blanket of night. He wondered if your constellation was watching somehow.

“So much had been lost for the purpose of scenario,” you sighed out loud, “what is the point for all of it in the end?”

Once, you met his eyes. Imploring with the expectation for an answer. He couldn't give you anything but a standoffish stare of his own.

“Who knows?” He replied finally, breaking away from your inquiry. “I’ve been searching for answers about that myself.”

You hummed in acknowledgement of his answer, neither satisfied nor unsatisfied. “Maybe you'll find out one day,” you said and he almost flinched at the distinct exclusion of you in his future, “what will you do then?”

“...whatever is appropriate at that moment,” he wondered if he was humouring himself or you by answering these questions.

“Then...” You dragged out for a moment. Maybe selecting the correct words to use. “If I'm alive by then, let me do the honour, okay?”

He was the one to search for your eyes this time. No light reflected in them even under the glow of the moon. What surprised him was his complete acceptance of it.

More than once, Joonghyuk had seen the tears rolling down your cheeks in your sleep. Maybe that was reason enough to understand where you were coming from.

“If you're fast enough,” he gave you no expectation and expected you to be fine with it.

Somehow, that was always fine with you. “Ass,” you insulted him with a smile on your lips, but it faded within the seconds, “and if I'm not around, I entrust the task to you, okay?”

The sincerity of your attitude strangled him. When did it ever turn out well when someone left that obligation on his shoulder? He didn't know. Only that he couldn't take it if it did come to that. “...Do it yourself when the time comes, I'm not helping you with anything.”

His words were unkind but maybe they were what you needed. He couldn't read your mind even if it would've been useful at times to have that capability. All he could decipher from your gaze alone was defeat and sadness. It was not what he wanted to give you. If only the other bastard was here, he was always good at telling you what you needed to hear.

He could salvage this. Probably. “Stop thinking so much and head to bed, we have an early day tomorrow,” he turned away from you and walked back to your shared tent, with the hope that if you didn't have time to think about it, maybe you wouldn't come to resent him.

But you stopped him. Hand on his arm, gentler than he deserved. You didn't say anything. Not for a moment. Then your other hand slipped into his and he found comfort in you. His unsettled heart remained calm on the walk back to the tent.

No other word was exchanged until the two of you were well within your own sleeping bags.

“Sorry.”

He was well confused. “For what?”

“Sorry for implying that I might leave,” you elaborated, “I know I promised to stay before.”

Belatedly, he noticed that it didn't even occur to him that you might fail to keep your words. All he knew was that he didn't want a future without you in it. The thought troubled him a little. “I’m not mad.” He lied.

Or maybe it was true.

“Okay.” You said the word and he accepted that. It was late. The two of you were tired. He didn't want to think. “Can you turn to face me then?”

He glared at you.

And complied.

By laying on his side, he allowed his open palm to lie exposed. That was what you were searching for. Your hand slid into his. Nothing but a muted assurance of your constant presence. It left him confused and disoriented this time around, but soon the comfort returned and he found his slumber.

Turned out it was all he needed to find his rest easy.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #fics #yu junghyeok #yu junghyeok x reader #orv #orv x reader

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padawanlost · 3 years

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So, Anakin killed children in the camp of the Tusken Raiders. He said so himself that he thought of them as children - not ‘offspring’, not ‘whelps’, not animals, for another word. In his mind they were children, sapient beings who were innocent of their parents’ crime of killing his mother. And we’re supposed to be sorry for him in this scene because he cries?

We were never meant to feel sorry for Anakin for slaughtering the tuskens raiders. The whole scene, as George himself describes, was meant to show the audience Anakin’s first step in the wrong direction. It was supposed to help us understand that Anakin has no problem resorting to extreme violence when pushed to the edge.

Also, there’s a big distinction between understanding Anakin’s actions and approving them. We should feel for Shmi and sympathize with Anakin’s pain over the loss of his family but that’s not the same thing as feeling sorry for Anakin and his cruel, unnecessary reaction.

Anakin’s tears weren’t there to make see his actions as righteous. His outburst in front of Padmé was supposed to show us his emotional instability, his pain and, more importantly, his anger. It was George planting a seed for what would later watch in Revenge of the Sith.

#ask #anon #anakin skywalker #tusken raiders #sw meta #meta: anakin #txt

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mellowyandere · 3 years

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One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao.

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect.

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery.

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires.

Toshinori would have been utterly distressed had he been aware of the sleepy pros scheme. The number one was a man of swift action, seemingly never thinking twice before charging fist first into danger. He would not be happy Shouta was playing with you like this, but Toshinori and Hizashi wouldn’t be made aware of his little game with you. After all they had no idea he set this up, so they might genuinely try to punish you. He’d keep it quiet once he caught you and pretend it’s your little secret. Maybe you’d even be a little grateful if you believed he was saving your skin.

He rationalized his behavior by telling himself you seemed so bored, truly this was the perfect way to stimulate your mind and body. So when he heard the telltale sound of a body landing in bushes on the back side of the house he simply started a timer for 20 minutes to give you a bit of a head start.

Was it cruel to get your hopes up like this? Perhaps, but he’d make sure to fuck you senseless to alleviate the disappointment. After all, if you were a good girl you’d have settled into your life with them already. But you really did enjoy testing them, which brought out the side of him that wanted to put you in your place.

Giving himself a once over he made sure he had everything he would need for your inevitable return home. Well, now that you were basically quirkiness, all he needed was his capture weapon just in case you put up a struggle. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to fuck you when he caught you, or if he was going to haul your cute ass home first.

Thinking about plowing into you with adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the hunt had some blood rushing below his belt. Well he could always just do both.

The shrill ringing of his phones alarm brought him back from his wandering thoughts. With a sadistic grin stretching wide across his face he headed for the front door.

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Three weeks. Three fucking weeks trapped inside that house with three insane men. Sure they might not beat you or starve you, but the constant belittling, undermining and infantilizing was about to drive you to insanity yourself. You almost jumped for joy when you noticed an unlocked window on the second floor in Hizashi’s and Shouta’s room. The blond man had a bad habit of using too much cologne, and his dark-haired counterpart was always having to air out the room when the radio star went overboard.

Eraserhead was normally very diligent about ensuring the window was sealed tight, but last night Toshinori had come home in a flurry of smoke and blood, sending his blond junior into hysterics. It was nothing serious, unfortunately, but Shouta had been the one to calm Hizashi and tend to the number ones injuries. Amidst all the ruckus he had left the window unlocked.

You knew Shouta would soon realize his mistake and lock the window down tight, leaving you with a small time frame to enact your grand escape. It wasn't ideal, but the best you had been able to do was wait for both blonds to leave, trapping you in the house with Shouta. Normally he let you be during the day, opting to nap and grade what appeared to be homework. Hopefully today would seem like just another day, and he wouldn’t think to check on you until dinner approached.

You found yourself perched on the window sill, ready to take flight. All you had were the clothes on your back, not wanting to make any suspicious noises that would tip you off. On the count of three you braced yourself and pushed off from the ledge, landing on the bushes below with a thud.

Fuck, that was a bit louder than you had anticipated. Ignoring your growing anxiety, you made quick work of escaping the clutches of the now flattened bush and took off into the woods on the back half of the house.

Your heart was hammering like mad in your chest as you sprinted as fast as you could. It was hardly fair that it was your first time outside in three weeks and you couldn’t even slow down to take it all in. Thankfully it was spring, meaning you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold. All you needed to do was find someone to get this stupid quirk canceling collar off and then you could safely recede into the background, making sure the three pros never found you again.

Easier said than done when one of those pros was All Might, and the other two were just as formidable, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try. You did your best to not leave a trail behind, but knew once Shouta figured out you were gone he’d have no trouble tracing your tracks. It was the unfortunately shitty reality you were dealing with.

Were you really going to be able to escape? Even now as you ran as fast as you could it felt like a fruitless endeavor. There were too many variables that had to line up perfectly in order for you to pull this off, and as you ran directionless through the woods no viable solutions were coming to you. Hell, even now your lungs were burning from exertion, legs begging you to stop.

But if there was one thing that you were it was stubborn. Stubborn to a fault sometimes, and so you pushed onwards. After what felt like an eternity of non-stop running you slowed to a walk. The forest seemed never ending, taunting you with its sprawling army of trees and shrubbery. You decided to be more mindful of the tracks you were leaving, veering off course in a way that would hopefully go undetected.

Now no longer running you simply kept your steps quiet and ears alert in case Shouta had already discovered your absence. He was good at his work, but even he had limitations.

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Shouta had to give credit where credit was due, you were better at this than he thought you’d be. If you were his student he’d be proud, but you were his prey so he was a bit annoyed. At first your tracks had been sloppy, easy to follow and incredibly straight forward. At some point though you had changed your approach, footsteps almost vanishing as you adopted a new tactic.

He found himself crouching low, inspecting leaves to see which you had accidentally broken. There were no more snapped limbs as you carefully maneuvered through the woods. If he wasn’t a pro at hunting people down you probably would have been able to evade him, but this was his livelihood.

Ever so carefully he followed your almost invisible trail. He had you beat in endurance so you’d have to settle somewhere eventually, and without food and water you were at a distinct disadvantage. Everything was lining up in his favor as he intended, even if you were making this a little harder than expected.

The anticipation of catching a glimpse of you, of watching you realize he was there and taking off, made his heart beat faster. The longer you evaded him, the more time he had to come up with a fun punishment for you.

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The sun had been directly overhead at the beginning of your escape, and was now kissing the horizon. Oranges and reds were thrown about the woods as the creatures of the night began to wake from their slumber. You listened to see if you could hear the chirping of frogs to find a water source but no luck.

There was no doubt in your mind that Shouta was 110% aware of your absence by now and was probably hot on your trail. You were zigzagging a bit, trying your best to not disturb the forest floor while making it harder to track you. Dammit this was the fucking worst, it had to have been at least 6 hours in these woods, and without any food or water you were famished.

And yet despite wandering about for 6 fucking hours you had yet to see anything besides the woods. Maybe you should just give up, sit down and accept defeat and whatever punishment you had awaiting you. You couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the fear of what that would entail.

As dusk quickly turned dark you debated on whether or not you were going to rest for the night. Visibility would be lower, giving you a slight edge, but Eraserhead was a night owl meaning you were entering his domain of peak performance. There was also no guessing if he was the only one looking for you. All Might could move faster than you could even comprehend and Present Mic was fine-tuned when it came to noise location.

Sighing in annoyance as your wayward thoughts shot holes through your confidence you decided to find somewhere to try and lay down for a bit. If all three were out hunting you down they could take turns and overlap the time so you never got to rest. As busy as they should be with hero work they always seemed to find too much time to hover around you.

Spotting some dense shrubbery, you crossed your fingers that any creepy crawlies would keep to themselves and carefully began to conceal yourself. Perhaps one of them would pass by and you could gain some intel. If you were lucky they’d write this area off after not finding you and search elsewhere.

Settling as comfortably as one could in a bush you closed your eyes and did your best to focus on the sounds around you. The melodic chirping of crickets was the most overwhelming of all the sounds. Skittering of small forest animals echoing around as well. Your mind began to desensitize to those sounds, the lack of adrenaline that pushed you along at the start of all this causing it to dip into unconsciousness.

That was until you heard the distinct snap of a branch. Eyes flying open you were on high alert as you kept still. You tried to hear if there would be any follow up sounds, knowing something of a decent size had to have broken the branch. If it had been a deer they would have simply kept moving, which made you all the more anxious.

“No more tracks kitten, I know you’re here somewhere. This little game dragged on a lot longer than I had anticipated so it seems there won’t be any way to hide this from Zashi and Toshinori.”

You wanted to scream. Even though you had tried your best it simply wasn’t enough against Eraserhead.

“If you come out kitten I’ll give you one last shot to run. Those bushes over there look like a mighty fine hiding spot for someone of your size.” His voice was pointed directly towards you.

FUCK. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not at this point but he knew you were here, might as well come out with some dignity before he dragged you out kicking and screaming.

The bush rustled loudly as you forced your way out. You were tired, famished and most of all so frustrated you wanted to cry. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he had a condescending smirk plastered to his face.

“There’s my pretty kitty, did you have fun outside?”

Shouta knew just what to say to strike a nerve, but you held your tongue. “One last shot to run. You said so yourself. Ditch the capture weapon and catch me like a man, I mean unless you don’t think you can. I’m already quirkiness which is your gimmick on a regular day, so really you're just beating on someone while they're already down.” You looked up now, glaring at him as his smile grew in amusement.

“I’m going to have to be a lot more physical without it you know, I’ll have no choice but you manhandle you.”

“I’d rather take my chances.” You knew even without his capture weapon you didn’t stand much of a chance of escape. Your only goal now was to try and see how much he was willing to handicap himself.

“Gonna give me a head start or are you going to just run as soon as I do?”

At this Shouta had to keep himself from snarking back at you. He had already given you a head start, but if he told you this was all set up you’d probably lose the will to fight on. “Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to run as far as you can and then I’ll come after you,” he said while pulling out his phone.

“What about Toshinori and Hizashi?”

“At the house. I told them I’d handle this, Toshinori will be coming to get us though once I tell him game over. We’re pretty deep in the woods and I don’t feel like walking back for six hours.”

You nodded at his words. So it was just the two of you then. Your combat skills were nothing to write home about, but maybe if you fought dirty you could gain the upper hand.

“Alright, tell me when.”

“Oh, I already started it. You have 4 minutes and 17 seconds.”

Fucking asshole. You took off sprinting, running as fast as you could, only opting to slow to a jog once you thought you were out of earshot. You wanted him to believe you’d be trying your damndest to put distance between the two of you. But you knew you’d never outrun him. Instead you were going to continue jogging for a bit, counting down the seconds in your head so you didn’t lose track your timer.

Once your remaining time was up you were going to lay low and try to ambush him. He wouldn’t be paying as close attention to your trail since he knew he could easily catch up.

After the remaining 4 minutes had passed you found a decent sized tree to hide behind and worked on slowing down your breathing. It felt like your heart was going to chisel its way straight through your bones, your limbs trembling with anxiety. It wasn’t often you were hunted back when you were an anti-hero. Not many people knew who you were which made it incredibly easy to be looked over.

Scooping up handfuls of dirt you waited. You heard him before you saw him. He wasn’t bothering to take it slow, seemingly eager to get it over with. He ran right past you, noticing you a second too late as dirt and debris were chucked straight into his face.

He yelled out in surprise, hands reaching out to grab you but you jumped out of reach. True to his word his capture weapon was nowhere in sight. Screaming in anger you lunged at him, nails attempting to claw his face but his own larger hands were working on wiping off your dirt assault, effectively blocking you.

He stumbled back a bit, unprepared for your hostility, before steadying himself and turning the tables back on you. In one swift motion his fist collided with your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Your arms came down to protect where he had hit as you wheezed pathetically. Seconds later his larger frame came crashing into you, easily knocking you to the ground.

You cried out in pain, head hitting the ground a bit too hard as stars danced behind your eyes.

“Not very smart of you Y/N, I mean it beats trying to outrun me, but really? Dirt? It’s like you want me to punish you or something.”

“GET OFF ME!”

Placing a hand on the back of your head he pushed you down while his other arm pulled the lower half of your body flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing up against your ass.

You were a snarling sobbing mess at this point. All your emotions crashing down at once as you thrashed below Shouta.

“Easy now easy, calm down kitten. You did really good, better than I thought you were going to. If you calm down I might be willing to reduce your punishment, but you have to stop throwing a fit first.”

Despite his words Shouta was enjoying almost every second of your thrashing. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was knowing how disappointed you were right now. Anyone would be after coming so far. Now was his chance to make it up to you before giving Toshinori the go ahead.

As your struggles subsided the only movement from your body was from your gentle sobs. Shouta for his part was slowly grinding his hard cock against your ass as he softly shushed you.

“I know you’re disappointed kitten but I’ll make you feel better. If you’re a good girl for me I’ll be willing to look past that little dirt tactic. You’re such a smart girl though, you really did catch me by surprise.”

Leaning down he began to whisper into your ear, removing the hand from your head and bringing it down to your clothed pussy.

“You always were resourceful, it’s one of the things I fell in love with about you. If only you were a hero, but then again if you were I wouldn’t have had the fun of hunting you down.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words. All three of them enjoyed reminiscing about how they first saw you and all their subsequent actions that lead to your imprisonment. The effort they had put into bringing you “home”. It was beyond disturbing.

“Please Shouta, not here. Can we, can we just go home first?”

“Maybe if I had found you 4 hours ago, but right now you’re treading on very thin ice. Be a good girl for me and I’ll make sure Hizashi and Toshinori don’t punish you too harshly when we get back.”

His large hand was pawing at your clothed sex, black hair draping over your own face as his body curled around you. He slowly rutted against you, excited huffs of air ghosting across the side of your face. You could practically feel his heart vibrating against your back he was so worked up.

He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of your face, composure slipping a bit. While Shouta absolutely loved how feisty you could be, nothing compared to when you submitted to him. He craved the feeling of your tired body giving in to his ministrations, but he needed more.

His hand quickly slipped between your pants and underwear, index finger eagerly aiming for your folds. He couldn’t care less that you were sweaty and dirty from the hunt. Right now all he could think about was the softness of your exposed flesh, and much to his delight, the slight wetness to your outer lips.

“Seems like someone likes being caught more than they let on hmm kitten?”

He couldn't help but taunt you a bit, loving the way you sniffled and whimpered beneath him. You knew when to behave yourself, when to be good for him. Arousal was flooding his veins. The way it felt to rub himself against your perfect ass, even through layers of clothes, had his mind blanking out.

Your core was warm, even without him dipping a finger inside. Gently he began to delve deeper, gathering up your arousal to spread around. Your pants were starting to bother him a bit, retracting his hands he made quick work of not only your bottoms, but his as well. You remained still for him, opting to sulk like a child as he prepared to ravish you.

You were too cute like this, and with the lower half of your body on full display he couldn't help but groan in delight. Bringing a hand down he slapped your ass hard, mesmerized by the way your flesh gave way. You yelped in surprise, body rutting forward. His cock twitched as he palmed your sore flesh, cooing softly in apology. You glared back at him, pretty little face set in a pout.

As much as he wanted to slap your ass until you cried for him to stop he restrained himself. Although this was a punishment, he had set you up. He would go easy on you, not forgetting his promise to himself to help you forget the frustration you were feeling right now.

Whenever you got angry you opted to stop talking, instead waiting for a moment of weakness to strike or quietly accept your fate. Judging by your defeated expression he could safely assume the latter

Folding himself over you he brought his hand back down to your pussy, thumb working slow circles on your clit while he middle finger delved deeper. Your entrance was a bit tight, but with gentle persistence he worked his way inside.

Your velvety inner walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t help but rut his aching cock against your bare ass as his mind drifted to the feeling of you clamping down on his arousal instead. Your whines of protest only further spurring on his overwhelming need to be inside you.

Adding a second finger he began to pump into you with a bit more urgency. Your slick was quickly coating his hand as he hit all the spots he knew would work you up to your orgasm. Groaning in delight he brought his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at your soft flesh.

He loved when he could tell you were getting close. Your warm walls would clamp down on him, breathy mewls and moans escaping your soft lips. You were rocking back into him, uncaring of the fact that you were grinding against him as you chased your release. In these moments you abandoned your resolve to fight against him, and he happily took advantage of that. After all, if your body knew what you wanted, surely your mind would catch up one day.

Your moans were more audible now, hands grasping at the forest floor. Your back was arched into him, desperate to use him. So close, you were so close he knew it, and right before you could finish he pulled his hand away. He laughed as you huffed in frustration.

“Shouta pl-please.” Fuck, he loved it when you begged. It didn’t happen often with how stubborn you were but when it did he knew he had to comply.

Instead of verbally responding he opted to do what he wanted to all night long. Lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance he groaned at the heat radiating off you. Pumping his hand along his length a couple times to lube himself up with your excess fluid he pushed the tip in. You stilled beneath him, and in one swift movement he fully sheathed himself.

His mind went blank as you cried out in pleasure, wet walls convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you. He held still, opting to gently pet you while cooing softly down at you. Before he met you, even with Hizashi, he had never been very vocal during sex. But now he couldn’t stop himself from babbling a bit, praising you for being such a good girl.

As your body stilled in his arms he continued to plant kisses along your delicate neck. Your soft sniffles made his heart clench a bit, how was it possible for you to be so damn cute?

“Alright kitten now it’s my turn. No pulling anything stupid, I won’t take long.”

This whole hunt had been one giant tease, working him up in a way he normally wouldn’t allow himself. Pulling out he groaned at the feeling of his cock sliding against you. Moving his hands he grabbed your waist, eyes transfixed on where you were joined. Your back was arched as you braced yourself on your elbows, presenting yourself to him.

His mind clouded over, blood opting to drag his attention elsewhere. He began to push back in, desperate to feel you surrounding him. Setting a tempo he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in, loving the way your body moved as you bounced off him.

His hands dug into your supple flesh, possibly leaving bruises. He could feel the oncoming of his own orgasm, the muscles in his lower abdomen pulsating. He was panting, heart racing in his rib cage as his eyes rolled back into his head. He didn’t have the patience to edge himself today, he needed this, needed you.

He loved hearing the way your breath was forced from your lungs when he fully sheathed himself inside you. He knew he was overstimulating you a bit, but the part of him that needed to find his own release didn’t pay that fact much mind. All he could think about was the way it felt to be one with you, lost inside your soft warmth.

After only a couple more minutes of relentlessly pounding into you he couldn’t hold it back any longer. A wave like sensation rushed through his body as his hips stuttered. He folded over you, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his hot cum rush through his cock and fill your body. The emotions rushing through him as he released into you, the woman he loved, were indescribable.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to relax, euphoria swept away by the need to take a nap washing over him. You had long since stopped crying, remaining motionless beneath him. He wondered what was going through your mind as he held you flush against him.

“Sho-Shouta.” So meek, so quiet. His heart fluttered a bit. “Can we go home now... I want to take a shower.”

Chuckling softly he pulled himself out, groaning a bit at the feeling of overstimulation as your warm walls dragged against him. Leaning away he smiled as his cum leaked out your pussy.

“Yes kitten we can go home. I’ll make sure to clean you up.”

You groaned in protest, hating when they insisted on washing you. He knew you liked your privacy but Hizashi and Toshinori were still going to want to punish you. He’d keep close by to keep them from being too harsh.

Pulling up his pants he fished his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the sheer quantity of missed calls from the two aforementioned. Poor little kitten, it didn’t look like you’d be getting off easy.

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