#is that a motherfucking berserk reference

[tetzuoshimz]

made one for the Akira fandom

#AKIRA #AKIRA 1988 #AKIRA meme #otomo #berserk meme #meme #is that a motherfucking berserk reference #kaneda #tetsuo #i put too much effort into this

[everycanute]

#holy shit is that a motherfucking BERSERK reference??!? #vinland saga #vol 7 #ch 45 #canute #thorfinn #thorkell #bjorn #askeladd #war arc #everycanute

[quill-is-brainstorming]

I've just re-read the short lived duel that Aeneas and Achilles have in Book 20 of the Iliad and it's actually the most hilarious fucking thing.

So it starts out with Apollo disguising himself as Lycaon, one of Priam's many sons, and telling to have a go at Achilles. Keep in mind that this is post-Patroclus Achilles. Aka: berserk Achilles. Aka: so fucking mad he would fight a literal river Achilles.

Aeneas, who is capable of critical thinking, says he doubts he can actually take him on. He also references a time when he was herding cattle on Mount Ida and Achilles ambushed him, adding that the only reason he survived then was because Zeus gave him enough strength to book it (cracking up the official times that he's been saved by a god from certain death to 3, you go dude!).

However, after a bit of back and forth and a ton of hyping up on Apollo's part, Aeneas decides to try anyway.

Like, what could possibly go wrong?

Achilles notices Aeneas charging at him and he begins to taunt him. It's something among the lines of: "I'm sorry, are you, background trojan character #61, actually gonna try and beat me? And then what? Do you think that Priam will reward you in some way? Maybe making you king after him? Well it's BULLSHIT, because Priam fucked so much that your chances of succeeding him are basically 0. Ahah. Loser."

Now, you'd think that maybe Aeneas got enraged at the comment and attacked him, or maybe he even got scared and backed down, but NOPE. What does Aeneas do?

Well, first of all, he insults Achilles' insults, comparing his bickering to that of a child. Literally, "I heard third graders do better than that." And then he decides to list his and Hector's entire fucking family tree.

You know that part of the Bible that's like "this guy sired this other guy, and this other guy sired yet another guy" and so on? It's basically that.

So after he's done with all that, Aeneas states that while he'd love to have a battle of insults with Achilles, because according to him he's actually very good at insulting people (his words, not mine), they should probably throw hands now. Achilles agrees.

The duel is shortlived and Aeneas gets his ass handed to him. Badly. As expected. And he's about die when ✨️POV shift✨️ we're not on Olympus where Poseidon, Hera and Athena are watching this absolute train wreck go down.

Poseidon, pitying Aeneas, suddenly goes on a rant. It's something among the lines of: "come on guys, look at him, he's just a little guy! He literally has no stakes in this war, he doesn't deserve to die here! He even gives us lots of gifts and sacrifices, he's literally such a nice guy. How can we do this to him!?

...oh and also he's part of some prophecy, Zeus would get mad if he died."

The fact that the way it's worded makes it sound like Aeneas being part of a literal prophecy is an afterthought to him absolutely floors me, Poseidon is literally just attached to a random dude that's fighting on the opposite side to his because he thinks he's nice.

After all that Hera is pretty unimpressed and states that she really doesn't care if our man lives or dies as neither her or Athena have ever saved a Trojan from death, she however adds that Poseidon is free to do whatever he wants.

The literal moment Hera stops talking, Poseidon lunges down from Olympus and onto the battlefield to look for the two combatants. When he does, he saves Aeneas like only he can do.

You know how when Diomedes first tries to kill Aeneas, Aphrodite gently folds her hands around him to shield him? There's none of that here. Poseidon just runs up to him and literally flings the motherfucker.

It literally says that he flies "high in the air". It's like a Looney Toons sketch.

So Aeneas lands and, while he's obviously a bit dazed, Poseidon proceeds to call him a madman and essentially tells him to never do something stupid like that again and just wait until Achilles is dead, then he'll be able to murder Achaeans to his heart's content. Aeneas is fine with that.

Achilles, who just saw his opponent just get yeeted into the fucking sky, just shrugs and goes "welp, guess that guy's off limits, I'm gonna go kill someone else now I guess lol".

This entire scene is pure fucking gold and the fact that I've literally never seen anyone talk about it just breaks my heart.

#tagamemnon #trojan war #the iliad #the aeneid #achilles #aeneas #apollo #poseidon #hera #athena

[the-light-finds-its-way]

Ya Titan is literally an irl Titan.

This past weekend I attended a new LARP (not new as in it was just made, but new to me). And I, the newest of the new, weakest of the weak, played a berserker. A 4ft11in (149cm) guy, played a toughass berserker Dwarf with a mean axe and shield. And I absolutely kicked ASS out there!!!

I play a combat based character whose main purpose and ONLY purpose is to hit shit and deal damage. And at night, the BBEG of the entire campaign for over 20 years, hosted a feast for everyone. Half way through, he said, "Nobody enters, nobody leaves." And undead guards, including his resurrected son, began protecting every single exit, entrance, escape, and door.

The undead son kept eyeing me, sitting right there in clear line of sight of him. He raised his axe, intimidating the shit out of me.

I, brand new to all of this, was immediately tasked with taking a noble to safety. We tried to get out of the tavern, with no hope, the son lurking behind at literally every step. Bribery, lies, nothing, worked.

But me, the tiniest guy in a sea of about 100 heroes, no hesitation, jumped in at the main door and began fighting the undead son of the powerful BBEG lich who's so strong that everyone combined can't kill him, and we all feared the son would be just as powerful. But I, axe enchanted by a priest, kept wailing on the undead guards at 6 damage per swing at a time, and they came after me as others joined in the fight to help me.

Finally, I knocked one guard down to 0 HP, then called killing blow (absolutely obliterates your opponent to pieces, destroying their body and killing them). NOBODY expected this tiny ass newbie to fucking kill a high powered enemy with almost or more than 1,000hp (for reference, I had 50). And immediately I screamed, "EVERYBODY OUT!!" and the heroes followed my command, rushing out the door I'd cleared to escape.

We all worked together to fight our way to the fire and safety. And because I wouldn't give up, because I would not die (there's no permanent death in this game except for 1 very VERY obscure method that is basically NEVER used for any reason except against high level powerful players), PLOT PEOPLE SPECIFICALLY SENT OUT THIS OBSCURE METHOD AND TRIED TO ONESHOT KILL ME PAST THE POSSIBILITY OF RESURRECTION!!! They knew I had no defenses, no magic, no skills, as this was my first event, and they straight up tried to stop this fucking powerhouse Dwarven motherfucker once and for all. Some higher level player with abilities negated the enemy's attack and healed me, and that obscure enemy disappeared, going after nobody else.

So basically, I am terrifying in battle. To the point plot people noticed. And tried to stop me and they couldn't.

For reference, I have lupus and arthritis and athletically induced asthma. I was the absolute shortest player there. Do I let that stop me? FUCK NO!! I will literally fight my way through it, axe and shield in hand, clad in actual plate armor and multiple furs.

#mun is a titan #etc #not destiny

[coolyo294]

akechi’s mask when he goes psychotic looks like the helmet of the berserker armour

#inb4 #IS THAT A MOTHERFUCKING BERSERK REFERENCE #p5 spoilers

[empwnleon-old]

I’m playing through the Camelot singularity, and well.

My strongest Archer? Nobu, with 8489 attack.

Jalter? 14234 attack.

Needless to say, Lancelot was a much appreciated breather.

#jeanne alter is fun! #now i look forward to berserker and ruler fights #fate grand order #fgo #jeanne alter #jalter #lancelot #dadcelot #saberlot #is that a motherfucking jojo reference #even i dont know and i drew the thing #my art #fate #gudako

[vtscasefiles]

Case File 762-4

Trigger warnings: Isolation, suicidal thoughts, violence, blood, depression, animal bites, animal injury, cops, racism, homophobia, conversion therapy mention

A note before reading: I am unsure if I have tagged all potential triggers properly. 

Case Begun: 2/07/20**

Case Concluded: 2/12/20**

Case Locale: [REDACTED], Washington

Marked as Closed, Payment Declined

This is one of the rare occasions where I am perfectly happy not to receive payment for a job. The value of a life always beats cash, period. 

It started a bit...underwhelming, to be honest. There’s a secret message board for Eliminators. It’s not easily accessed, and there’s a rigorous vetting process to even be allowed to view the posts. I was well into my sixth year working before I received an email invite. Since then, it’s become a welcome resource.

The first post on my feed was addressed to me, personally. This wasn’t new, I’ve built up something of a name for myself. I get regular work, but I still can’t afford to get out of this shithole apartment. I mean the door doesn’t even fucking lock. And the fucking “landlord” is so strung out on cocaine that -- 

[Editor’s note: Personal information revealing where VT lives followed. I have removed it for her safety.]

Anyway, the post was simple enough: a werewolf gone berserk. It’s not an uncommon thing, a new werewolf can take to the wolf too much. The wolf takes over and, feeding off of the human’s anger or indignation, attacks. First, it’s everyone who hurt them. Second, they attack their family. After that...it’s a bloody free-for-all.

Let me preface by saying I hate these hunts. It’s no different than putting down a rabid dog, honestly...the human is too far gone and the wolf operates entirely off of the residual rage. Even so, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t like killing anything living, even if it’s lost it’s mind. 

I read the post three times before I sighed and closed my laptop. “This is why I like dealing with the dead.” I said, frowning. I’d be needing silver. Which meant spending money. The reward was good, though...so it’d cover any expenses. I packed up my gear (a wolf’s bane lotion, a femur from a dead wolf and a silver knife) and headed for my first stop: Ramona’s.

Ramona Torrez has been my best friend since...ever. She was born in the states to Mexican parents who’d settled here in the nineties. They’ve both returned to Mexico since, but they come to visit fairly often. Mama Torrez was more a mother to me than my own was, and she’s one terrifying lady. A powerful witch in her own right, she’d made her then boyfriend her familiar through a series of spells and incantations that bordered on the black. His physiology changed, as a result. Despite being in his mid sixties, the man’s barely aged. He’s stronger, faster and has more stamina than any human I’ve ever met...not to mention he’s an absolute sweetheart.

Ramona is possibly the most gifted witch I’ve ever met. If there’s a spell she can’t do, I’ll eat my boots. Her shop is a little hidden place. Right on the corner of [REDACTED], she’s very open about what she does. A small sign dangles over the door reading “Bruja” . I pulled open the door, hearing the cheerful jingle of the bell (despite there not being one in sight. Or a motion tracker.) “Welcome!” she called from the back. “I’ll be with you in a moment!” I said nothing, opting only to pick up my friend’s familiar and give her a stroke.

It always makes me laugh, honestly. A witch with a black cat as a familiar. How cliché can you get? Issy’s a sweet thing, though. Purrs like an engine if you so much as scratch her ears. “VT!” Ramona appeared with a wide grin on her freckled face. “Why didn’t you say it was you, dummy?”

I’ll preface that, despite my father being Hispanic, I never had the opportunity to learn Spanish. He was always busy on one hunt or another. Ramona’s tried to teach me, so that I could get in touch with my roots...but languages never came natural to me. Hell, I barely speak English.

Ramona rattled off her usual rapid Spanish, taking Issy from my arms. “You know I can’t understand a word.” I said as she turned to lead me into the back room. Her shoulders shook and she looked over her shoulder with a coy grin.

“Oh, I know. Payaso.” 

If Ramona hadn’t been my best friend, I’d likely be trying to get under her dress. She’s a curvy thing, with a heart shaped face and big brown eyes that’d melt even the coldest of hearts. She dimples when she smiles (something I’m immediately weak to) and does this adorable thing with her nose when she’s irritated. Her hair tends toward bushiness, framing her face like moss on a tree. (To my knowledge she doesn’t dye it, it’s just...green.)

“So, darling.” she chirped, stopping next to her cauldron to let Issy dash off through the fabric drapery that led into her kitchen. “What is the illustrious VT hunting today?”

“Berserk werewolf. Probably recently turned...and probably not by a pack. I’m thinking boyfriend or girlfriend. Which means -- “ She cut me off with an uttered curse.

“Which means that you’ll have to get in touch with the local werewolf pack.” she finished with a grimace. “Where’s the contract taking you?”

“Washington state. Little town called [REDACTED].” I answered, not expecting any miracles. I was granted one, none the less.

“Ah. That’s a Native American pack. I met their um...I’m not sure what the proper vernacular is, so I’ll just call her a witch, if that’s okay?” she said, worrying with her lower lip. Ramona’s always been very big on calling people their proper titles, and felt terrible guilt when she messed it up.

“She the Alpha? Or an elder?” I asked, seizing upon the thread before Ramona fell into self-deprecation.

“Well...yes and no.” she said, pouring something into the burbling cauldron and turning it a sickly puce. “She’s something of a Seer. She led them to an old, abandoned ghost town. They asked for witches from all over the continent for assistance in warding and rebuilding. Naturally -- “ “Naturally, Bleeding Heart Torrez helped.” I cut her off, again. She frowned and nodded. “Hey, Ramona, I ain’t saying you did the wrong thing. I’d have done the same. Are they friendly to outsiders?”

“Kind of.” she said, her frown relenting for a thoughtful expression. “You’ll likely be met by an envoy before you make it to the town line. I can call ahead, if you’d like. Let them know that I trust you so they won’t be on full alert.” she smiled, slightly. “Just don’t...shoot anyone that you don’t have to. Okay?”

“I’m not in the business of killing people just trying to live their lives, Ramona.” I said, pulling a frown of my own. “I might be trigger happy, but I’ve never shot anyone who didn’t come after me, first.”

“I know, I know...they can just be a little wary with outsiders. You can hardly blame them.” she said, carefully. I agreed with her, but I didn’t like the implication that I just ran in like some idiot waving my gun around and shooting at everything that moved.

I only do that sometimes.

I stayed long enough to catch up and have some lunch. Ramona’s cooking was always amazing. Her carnitas is to die for, full stop. With my belly full and my paranoia subsiding, I made for Ellie’s. It was time to see if the corpse had any silver.

Elinor Lyktor is a lich. She “died” at some point during the eighteen hundreds. Stomach cancer. She was already a necromancer by then, so when she felt her end approaching...she made a bargain with Death. The way she speaks about the “Lady of the Void” is how some people speak about their chosen deity. But how many of them have actually spoken with their god? Or had her over for tea? 

Elinor’s shop was in the dead center of town. The signboard above her shop proudly proclaimed “Ellie’s Emporium”. Her front was an antique shop (all her possessions from when she was alive litter the front of the store). When I entered, her bespectacled gaze caught mine. Even indoors, if she was minding the shop, she wore sunglasses.

“Valerica.” she greeted, pushing from her stool and smiling, marginally. “Lock the door.” I obeyed. What else do you do in the face of a being that could force your skeleton to come clawing out of your body?

“Elinor.” I responded with a nod. “I’m looking for silver ordinance. .44 if you got it.”

“I do. Got a werewolf problem?” she pulled off her sunglasses. Her eyes were pitch black. The only light in them came from the faintly glowing, multicolored runes that slid across them like leaves on a still pond.

“Not a problem.” I responded, coolly. “Ramona’s got me an in. I just don’t have the identity, yet.” I paused, thinking that maybe I should be a little warmer to my primary ordinance merchant. “How’s the lady?”

“Which lady to you speak of?” she asked, grinning cattily. “The woman I will make my wife, or the Great Lady of Dusk?”

Fuck, she loved her puffery.

“Do you just make up these titles or did Death give you a list?” I asked, grinning. It got a laugh, so I’d say that Operation Butter Up the Lich was a success. 

“No, I only use them to annoy her. She’s teaching me a lot, VT. I’d love for you to come over and meet her someday. Isali is a rather sweet woman, if you can get past the fact she’s Death.” she said, earnestly. “Did you know she has a son? And he has children, too? I wasn’t even aware she could reproduce.”

That was enough to get my attention. “Death...has a kid. Okay, I’ll bite: what’s his name?”

“I don’t know. She only refers to him as “my darling boy”. The only thing I’ve figured out is there has to have been a point in history in which no one died. The only way I think she could have had a child is if she took on mortal guise and -- are you even listening?”

I was. Oh, I was. I admit that I was wrapped up in the thought of how DEATH had a SON. He must be one terrifying, austere motherfucker, that’s for damn sure. “Sorry, I was just thinking about what kind of man her son has to be. Gotta be some kind of...demigod or something. Having a mother like Death.”

Elinor shrugged “She described him as being an absolute goof. Dotes on his kids, overtly friendly. I’d like to meet him, someday. It looks like I’ll go wanting, though. He lives in a world beyond ours. An extra dimensional being.”

Now it made sense. I wanted to follow that rabbit hole down to the end. I still want to. But business beckoned and I had no choice but to end this intriguing line of thought. “As interesting as this all is, I still need bullets for something more mundane. Can you cut me a deal?”

“Depends on the volume, Valerica. If you want an armory’s worth, I can’t help you...but if you’re just looking for a few boxes, well...” she smiled. “How does fifteen bucks a box suit you?”

“It doesn’t.” I responded immediately. “I’ll give you five.”

I left her store after securing my ammunition. She drove a hard bargain, but I managed to talk her down to ten dollars a box. I had five boxes, each containing twelve bullets. If I couldn’t finish the job with that, then I was in the wrong line of work. 

Now, it’s a little known fact that a werewolf and a rugaru are two separate entities. They both conjure the vision of this half-wolf, half-man meat tank that tears through the opposition like so much wet paper. That particular creature is a rugaru. Not all werewolves are rugaru, but all rugaru are werewolves. The rugaru transformation is only possible under two circumstances: complete acceptance of the wolf that dwells within, or the complete degeneration of the werewolf’s human mind due to unchecked homicidal urges. It isn’t a fine line or any of that bullshit that other people have perpetuated. It’s a simple matter of willpower. If I was dealing with a rugaru, it’d mean real trouble. I could only hope this werewolf was still on four legs.

As Ramona had promised me, I was barely five miles down the dirt road that led into our little werewolf commune before I was stopped. He was a tall, impressive specimen. Fine bone structure, inky black hair brushed neatly into two, thick braids that were decorated with beads and feathers...what really threw me was his smile. It was welcoming. Not a normal sight for me. I killed the engine and stepped out into the morning air, then man walked forward and extended a hand “You must be VT. It’s a pleasure, truly.”

I took his hand and shook it. I felt the tell tale calluses on his palm in the shape of paw pads and smiled, this was the right place. “Glad to be of help. I hear there’s a berserk wolf on the loose.” his smile faded.

“Yes.” he replied, simply. “My son’s boyfriend.”

Swish. Called it.

“That’s unfortunate.” I said, bowing my head in respect. “Is there no hope of helping him cope?”

“I’m unsure.” he responded, looking thoughtfully at the thick forest that shadowed the road. “We’ve tried, but...he’s so angry.” he paused, his gaze returning to me. “I apologize, VT. I haven’t even given you my name: folks around here call me Thunder. You’re welcome to do the same.”

I nodded and smiled “Anything you say, Thunder. If you have another name that you’d prefer to go by, I’ll do my best not to butcher it.” he’d laughed, a booming sound like his namesake.

“Thunder suits me just fine.” he said, kindly. “We can continue our discussion back at the compound. Would you mind if I rode with you? I can tell you about our lifestyle while we ride.”

I gathered that Thunder was the Alpha of this particular pack, given how he spoke about his friends and family. The pack had started on a reservation, but wanted a place of their own. The reservation was abandoned in favor of the Seer’s word there was a place of their own. They all turned in the dead of night and disappeared. No one knew where they’d gotten to, save for the SC. They were completely self sufficient. Hunting and fishing for food, growing their crops in soil blessed by their spirits and making their own clothing. Back to basics, he’d said. I could see the appeal.

“You got a free house I can post up in or...” he’d laughed at me.

“We don’t have internet, power or running water. You might get sick of it pretty fast, hm?” he’d nudged me and broke into that same booming laughter that caused my eardrums to ache.

He’d stopped me just outside of town, where two, tall totems stood on either side of the road. “Stop here. Your car will die if you cross.” he said, stepping out of the car. “I’ll introduce you to my son, VT.”

I killed the engine and stepped out, reaching behind the seat to sling my backpack over my shoulder. One of the two totems stood out. Each of them was carved with delicate care and beautiful in their own right, but the one on the left was the most interesting to me. It was Ramona’s work, I knew the feel of that anywhere. “Torrez did this, didn’t she?” I asked, brushing my fingers against the carvings. “Not the design, but the ward.”

“You’re close to Miss Torrez?” Thunder asked, pausing to look at the totem. “Yes. Spent a week solid working on it. She even refused payment, only asked for one of my wife’s blankets in return.”

“Do you...deal with cash?” I asked, feeling the slightest bit insensitive.

“Rarely.” he responded, eyes still on the totem. “Some of us have work in a town nearby, certainly...there are a few things that trading can’t get us. Gasoline. Generators.”

That threw me and I frowned “Thought you said you didn’t have power.”

“We don’t.” he responded, simply. “The generators are for the Elders who didn’t leave the reservation.”

Well, good to know I’d been here all of twenty seconds and already taken a big bite of foot pie. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think -- “ “You don’t live like us. Why would you?” he responded with a somewhat bitter smile. “No reason for me to take offense or for you to feel guilt, VT. Though your apology is...appreciated.” the last word felt forced, but I said no more.

The town was pretty enough, each house painted in accordance to the occupant’s taste. Designs swirled and jerked in eye catching beauty across the wood or brick. Thunder led me to a single-story ranch type home and beckoned me inside. He called for his son in his native tongue and a beanpole of a boy appeared. I say boy, but he was at least eighteen or nineteen. “Introduce yourself.” Thunder said, sternly. “You’re the cause of this mess.”

“Thunder.” I broke in, sensing the tension between father and son. “You know better than anyone that the change is unpredictable...it isn’t his fault.”

Thunder’s stare turned on me, and that friendly gaze was gone. If I’d been made of gentler stuff, I might’ve even backed away. “I’m not upset he changed his lover, VT. I’m upset because his lover is giving us a bad name, and he doesn’t seem to care.”

“Excuse me for caring about my boyfriend, Father.” the boy spat. Even in children, or teenagers...there’s always respect for the Alpha Wolf. To hear the vitriol in the young man’s voice told me one thing: there was going to be a power struggle here one day. “VT, I heard about you from Ramona Torrez.” he said, with much less anger in his voice. “Please...Dorian never meant to hurt anyone. He didn’t even know what I was doing and...please, don’t kill him!” tears were welling in this young man’s eyes. I couldn’t help but be sympathetic...but I still had a job to do.

“Dorian’s his name?” I asked, humming beneath my breath. “I might be able to call him out using that information. But I’ll need your name too, kid.”

Thunder’s son puffed up “I am no child! I am a man grown!” he said, indignantly. 

“A grown man doesn’t make decisions for his loved ones.” I shot back. “He makes decisions with his loved ones.”

He deflated marginally. “My name is...Crow Flies. He called me Crow...” he said, no longer able to meet my eyeline. “Please, VT...I...”

“I get it, kid.” I said, softly. “I won’t kill him if I don’t have to. I promise.”

Thunder took me from his home and introduced me to the rest of the pack. They were a kindly people, if a little wary of an outsider like myself. Thunder’s presence helped with their misgivings, but only slightly. “You did well with Crow Flies.” he said, softly. “Miss Torrez had described you as a hot head, but even so...you were very patient. And there was wisdom in your speech.”

Despite myself, I flushed. “Well, ah...I’ve had good teachers.” I said, trying not to grin. “Say, Thunder. After all this unpleasantness is done, could I come back? Just to visit. I like it here.”

That seemed to surprise the Alpha, he looked at me and then smiled “I think that I would like that. I think the pack would, too. Once they see that you are here to help, of course.”

I had dinner with the pack, as they all dined together in the center of town (or the old town hall, when the weather was foul). It was a raucous affair, full of song and laughter...Crow sat off by himself. Alone. I thought it best to leave him be. The boy was going through all kinds of heartbreak. The last thing he needed was another lecture.

It was late by the time dinner wrapped up, and I’d gathered a bit more information about Dorian. He’d been cast out by his family due to his sexuality, and taken in by the pack. They’d kept their lycanthropy secret from him...that is until Crow Flies turned him. Thunder had even had a family portrait taken of the three of them. Dorian had to have been at least Crow Flies’ age, if not a bit older. He was dark skinned, his hair styled into a small afro. What struck me the most was his smile...there was such...kindness. Love. It twisted my stomach into tight knots.

I made a promise to myself then and there: there were enough gay, Black men dead. I was not going to contribute to that number.

Even if it killed me.

No one “hunts” a werewolf. You see these self-styled vampire/werewolf hunters enough these days...and they’re all absolute pricks. Worse than that, they’re murderers. I’ve had to kill a couple of them, to save an innocent life...but when you murder someone just for their differences, you’re the monster. The point is, no matter how many berserk werewolves you’ve encountered it all boils down the the same fact: they’re the hunter, you’re the prey.

I applied a thick layer of the wolfsbane lotion to my skin. It wasn’t going to stop a werewolf as much as it would overwhelm their sense of smell and taste. Silver weaponry only works because of a simple fact.

Have you ever heard of a tulpa? It’s...a sort of group hallucination made real. The basic principle is if you believe enough in something, it manifests as reality. The more people who believe, the more stable a tulpa is. Silver is a sort of pseudo-tulpa. A mass belief of silver being a weapon against lycanthropy has made it reality. That’s the power of belief.

Problem being is I didn’t know whether the mass belief here was that silver kills...or simply incapacitates or weakens. I had to be careful. I had to leave Peace behind. If I wanted to save Dorian, I couldn’t rely on firepower to do it.

[Editor’s Note: A rarity for VT. Coherent thought.]

Dorian’s hunting ground had been, as of late, his own home town. His first victims were his parents...hardly a surprise. Poor guy had to have felt betrayed, and was angry for it. Researching the case, they hadn’t been eaten. They’d only had their throats ripped out. That was a good thing and a bad thing. If Dorian wasn’t eating his victims yet, that meant there was humanity left in him...but he’d tasted blood, and he’d want more. I didn’t have time to dally, I had to act.

I drove straight to his former home.

The house had been cordoned off by police tape. As anyone sane does, I ignored the warnings put forth by the police and ventured inside. The carpets were stained with blood...it meant there was a struggle. A vicious one from the looks of things. Dorian might not have even been in wolf form when it started.

I ventured deeper into the house, searching for any kind of clue. There was Christian iconography all over the house, which explained why he was thrown out. It was getting harder and harder to feel anything but repulsion for the dead, sanctimonious pricks. Throwing their own son out just because he’s gay...I related entirely too much.

I found Dorian’s bedroom without much struggle. Posters of his favorite sports teams hung on the walls, along with musicians and actors. I felt a creak in the floorboard beneath my foot, so I crouched and tried to pull on it. It came up effortlessly.

Hidden within was a notebook, a small bag of cosmetics and a pressed flower. Probably from Crow, I thought. I didn’t read a lot of the journal, but from what I did read it was a chronicle of his self discovery. I admired him for the bravery he showed in facing who he truly was, but the thoughts were private. I closed the journal and replaced it, along with the other items. Those were his and not mine to take. If...things went badly, I’d come back and give them to Crow.

I approached the bed, and got a deep whiff of wet dog for my trouble. He’d been here. Recently. I pulled the sheets back and found what I’d expected: fur. He’d even been sleeping in his own bed. This was good. This was very, very good. If he still sought out human comfort, he was still in there.

A sudden creak and the sound of footsteps sent my heart into my throat. I had no weapon, no way of defending myself against a hungry werewolf. The air was probably thick with the scent of wolfsbane by now...I did the only thing I thought I could.

I stood and waited.

It wasn’t Dorian. It wasn’t even a werewolf. I felt my stomach drop into my shoes as a uniformed police officer appeared, flashlight in hand. “Who the fuck are you? This is a police investigation zone, bitch.”

My hackles raised, but I raised my hands, showing I was unarmed. “I’m a Private Investigator. My license is in my jacket pocket. I’m going to reach for it now.” I tried to keep my voice calm, but clearly this pig thought I was being belligerent. 

“Keep your fucking hands where I can see them!” he snarled and approached, stepping forward to shove his hand into my jacket. Thankfully, he went straight for the pocket instead of feeling me up, like I’d been dreading. He looked at the fake license with his mean, piggy little eyes. “They hand these out to anyone, huh?” he said, pure malicious glee in his voice.

I said nothing, keeping my hands raised and waiting for an actual question. “So, you think you can do this job better than us?”

“No, sir.” I responded, shaking my head. “I’m only looking for their son. He has a right to know, even if he hasn’t been living here. I was hoping to find a clue and didn’t want to trouble the police department for something that’d only take a few minutes.”

He laughed, cruelly “Well, that’s earned you an arrest, Valerica Torianna.” he said, gleefully. “For interfering with a police investigation. You have the right to remain -- “

The next thing I heard from the officer was a scream. I hadn’t even heard the wolf enter. The wolf, lean and black as pitch, leapt atop the cop and dug his fangs in. Blood sprayed my face as the pig’s throat was torn from his neck. The wolf didn’t chew. Didn’t swallow. Just spat the flesh and sinew clean out. Then it turned it’s eyes on me.

“Dorian?” I asked, softly. It’s hackles raised. “Dorian, I’m a friend of Crow Flies. You know who Crow Flies is, don’t you?” it backed away, and I took a step towards it. “Dorian, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not here to hurt you. I only want to help...Crow asked me to help you. Please.”

It snarled...and it lunged.

For anyone wondering if I’ve turned lycan: no. It’s not as...simple as just a bite. I don’t quite understand it, but it has to be an actual, conscious thought. Dorian would have had wanted to make me a werewolf. It didn’t seem he was quite accustom to the change to be able to make conscious decisions. He was only defending himself from a perceived threat.

That didn’t stop his fangs from tearing my forearm open, though.

“Fuck!”, I yelled as it’s teeth dug in deep and ripped my flesh. I had my fair number of scars, but this one would be a doozy. That’s alright. Girls dig scars...well, my type does. Not trying to generalize or anything. Anyways, I was bleeding. A lot.

“Dorian, let go!” I yelled, feeling my bones practically screaming in his jaws. “You’re gonna break my fuckin’ arm!” I balled my fist and started to hammer on his nose with all my might. Nothing. “Dorian, brother, I’m real fuckin’ sorry about this!” I grabbed onto his throat with three fingers and squeezed. He started to choke.

I released him the second his jaws released me. “Sorry.” I croaked, holding my arm against my chest as the wolf wheezed. “Will you -- “ he was gone. I’d blinked and looked at my arm for a half second and he’d up and bolted...leaving me with a dead cop, and his blood all over my face. It wouldn’t matter that he had lupine saliva in his wound, it’d mattered that his corpse would be discovered next to me. So, I bolted.

I returned to the pack’s commune and staggered past the totems. Blood loss was already making my head spin, and I needed medical assistance. Problem was I still had cop blood all over me...so a hospital was out.

I passed out before I could even get to Thunder’s door.

When I woke up it was still night...or night, again. Ramona’s heart-shaped face, her hair sticking up all over the place was looking down at me. “Ah. An angel.” I wheezed. “So, I’m dead.”

Ramona flushed and slapped my chest “Idiota!” she squeaked. I laughed weakly. “You scared me! Thunder called and said Crow Flies found you half-dead! Your veins were torn to shit, VT! You could have died!”

“So just another day at the office then?” I sat up and my head immediately began to swim. “Shit.”

“Lie down, VT. I did what I could, but you still lost a lot of blood. I’ve dealt with your clothes, and Issy brought back your fake PI license. Sloppy, Valerica. Very sloppy. You would’ve been caught if not for us.” she said, standing from my bedside and straightening her dress. “You owe me.”

“Add it to the tab.” I said, pushing to my feet, doing my best to ignore just how sick I felt. “Dorian’s still out there. I can’t let him succumb, I can’t. The world has enough murdered Black men...let alone gay Black men.” my conviction was strong, but my body...

I was wrecked. I could barely stand, let alone run or fight.

“The pack is dealing with him, now. He’s...becoming unstable. I’m sorry, VT, but there’s nothing left for you to do.” Ramona said, hanging her head. “He’ll be killed before sunup.”

Like. Hell. I knew where he was nesting, now. I knew what I had to do. I had to go back. I had to beat them to Dorian’s old home. “Ramona. Think you can drive really, really fast?”

“VT...”

“I’m not taking an L on this one, Ramona. I won’t. I know how Dorian feels, I’ve lived his life. I won’t let it end like this.” Ramona looked at me, tears in her eyes. “What? What is it?”

She smiled and wiped her eyes on her forearm “Who’s the bleeding heart, now?”

Ramona broke just about every traffic law in existence getting me back to Dorian’s home. I’d been unconscious for two days. During that time the pack had met and decided that the only way they could stop Dorian was to kill him. He’d gotten more violent, more reckless. His kills were happening in broad daylight, now. Three cops, a high school teacher and a pastor. None were eaten, but all were killed, viciously.

“He’s attacking those that wronged him.” Ramona said, softly. “He has the power to fight back...he’s losing himself in it. I’m afraid the pack might be right...if he keeps going like this...”

“He won’t.” I snapped shut the cylinder on my weapon. “Crow will never be able to look his father in the eye, let alone forgive him, if the pack kills Dorian. If there’s going to blood spilt...I’d rather be the one hated.” I said, softly. “But I’m going to try, one last time, to get through to him.”

I didn’t go beneath the cordon tape, this time. I went through it. Thunder didn’t know where Dorian lived, thankfully, only the town he lived in. Ramona had agreed to go and ask them to give me my last chance. I had to make it count.

“Dorian!” I bellowed, the instant I rammed through the tape “Dorian! My name is Valerica Torianna! I’m like you! My mother cast me out on my own when I came out to her!” I shouted as I sprinted towards his bedroom. “I know you’re angry! You deserve to be! You deserve your revenge, but you’re going to be killed if you don’t -- “

There he was. Eight feet tall, jaws dripping with blood. He’d lost the plot. He’d lost his humanity. He was a berserk rugaru, now.

“Shit.” I cursed as lupine eyes met mine “Dorian? Dorian, please...I can’t fight you. I won’t fight you. Please.” 

I was thrown, bodily, through the drywall. Luckily, I didn’t hit a stud or wiring...but I could feel shards of something embedded in my back. Peace was still in her holster, so I pulled her free as I struggled to my knees. The rugaru kool-aid’d through the wall after me, eyes full of bloodlust and rage. I aimed my weapon and pulled the hammer back.

A second rugaru exploded through a window and slammed Dorian bodily to the floor. The pair rolled, biting and snarling and clawing across the floor. More than once I had to scurry out of the way of the battle to avoid catching a flying claw or misplaced bite.

Who the fuck was the second rugaru!? Was he a friendly? Was *he* enraged? Fuck me sideways, I had no idea what was going on anymore! All I knew is I was suffering from blood loss and losing energy by the second.

CRRRRRRRACK.

I turned, just in time to see the second rugaru, deep brown fur covered in blood and wounds, ripping Dorian’s jaws apart and ripping his heart from his chest. “NO!” I screamed, feeling tears streaking my face. “Goddammit, no! Fuck!”

When a werewolf dies in lupine form, it’s body shrinks. The wolf leaves its body, free to roam the great hereafter, while the human husk remains. All that was left of Dorian was a pale skinned...wait. Dorian was(?) Black...this mutilated corpse was white.

What the fuck.

The second rugaru threw it’s head back and howled in victory...and turned on me. “Who the fuck are you?” I said, voice trembling. “And who the fuck did you just kill?”

The rugaru was shrinking, but collapsed before the change was through. I tore my jacket off and draped it over him. When you lose mass that rapidly, you lose body heat, too. If a werewolf doesn’t have something to warm them after a rugaru transformation, they could easily suffer from hypothermia. I rubbed the dark skin that was rapidly loosing fur. “Dorian? Dorian, is that you?”

“Yeah.” came the soft rasp. “Yeah...my name’s Dorian. Who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s VT. I was hired to -- “

“Kill me?” he cut me off and glowered at me with hate filled eyes. “Just like my parents wanted?”

“No! Fuck, no! I was thrown out by my mother after coming out. Like hell I’d kill someone suffering from my same pain.” I said, quickly. “I was hired to try to help you. By Crow Flies’ dad.”

Dorian stared at me, untrusting...but soon looked back to the corpse. There was such hatred in his eyes...it made the glare he aimed at me look positively tame in comparison. “That thing was a pastor. A pastor at one of those...those...” he wretched.

“Conversion therapy...” I hissed beneath my breath. Suddenly, I was hoping the corpse would get up, again. Just so I could have the pleasure of killing him, myself. “You gave him what he deserved.”

I successfully returned Dorian to the pack. He wasn’t ostracized, but welcomed. He had gone berserk, just as the job posting had claimed. He’d killed his parents and their pastor, but no one else. After he’d had his vengeance, he regained himself. He hid, feeling such guilt in his heart that he never wanted to see anyone again. 

Poor kid.

His reunion with Crow was a sweet one, they’d wept and kissed and held each other so tightly I was sure I could hear joints cracking. I couldn’t help but feel accomplished for what I’d done. The rugaru he’d killed, one Peter Edwards, had been a werewolf for years. Hiding in plain sight...and killing those that couldn’t be “saved”. He couldn’t nail down Dorian, so he tried to frame him. He’d be martyred...if not for one, little thing.

“Oh, I burned his corpse with the rest of the house.” Ramona said, forcing a cup of coffee into my hands. “What went on there was no one’s business, anyway. No one’s but the pack’s. And yours, I guess.” she’d said, cheerfully. “Thanks.” I sipped the coffee. Possibly the best tasting coffee I’d ever had. “Dorian saved my life. I don’t think I can accept payment for this one.” I said, smiling. “I’m happy it turned out the way it did...still...it’s impressive that a new werewolf found the rugaru so easy to control.”

Dorian broke away from Crow and approached me. “Miss VT?” he said, timidly. “I just...I wanted to say thank you. Crow said that...that you wouldn’t kill me. That you were against it from the outset.” he stuck out his hand “I...thank you.”

I took his hand, feeling those same calluses I’d felt on Thunder’s. “I should be thanking you, Dorian. You saved my ass.” I grinned and squeezed his hand. “You have a family now, brother. You’ll never have to feel alone again.” he smiled that same smile, so full of kindness and love, that was in the portrait. “Take care of yourself, Dorian.”

Thunder caught me as I was climbing into my car. “You forgot your payment, VT.” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “Ramona said you wouldn’t accept, but...” “But nothing. All I did was run around in circles. Dorian’s the hero here, Thunder.” I said, pushing my sunglasses onto my face. “But hey...if you really wanna give me something...this job ruined my jacket.”

I received a gorgeous, handmade jacket in the mail a few weeks after. My initials emblazoned on the back in golden thread. I wouldn’t be wearing this thing on jobs, but...maybe I can get it framed.

Yeah. That’d be pretty killer.

Case closed.

#tw: isolation #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: depression #tw: animal bite #tw: animal bites #tw: animal injury #tw: cops #tw: racism #tw: homophobia #tw: conversion therapy mention #VTverse #OC #writing #horror

[znrknd]

Wow, even the name "Dark Souls" is in berserk. Miyazaki, you sly dog.

#berserk #femto #dark souls #ds1 #ds2 #ds3 #guts #is that a motherfucking Berserk reference?

[thecosmicsen]

☏ + hye!

send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours. +  ALWAYS ACCEPTING   //   @spoiledsovls

PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP...

“  HELLO MISS HYEJUNG,  I hope that woke you up properly  !!  guess who it is,  that’s right the one and only ghost haunting your dreams  !!  you may be wondering how I got your number . . . well listen to this little story.  you do know that you owe me BIG TIME after last night but listen up.  this is what really happened from start to finish,  okay ??  I’m out and about doing my business and my little soul orbs tell me that a certain little someone is causing a big ruckus in a club nearby so who were they referring to  ??  yeah,  that’s right.  it ends up Miss I-Have-A-Death-Wish-And-Want-To-Beat-Someone-To-Pulp-So-I-Can-Subconsciously-Land-Myself-On-My-Death-Bed-Again-To-Summon-The-Ghost-For-Another-Wish and for that,  you’re on your last strike before I officially stop giving you anymore wishes because there is a clear ISSUE here.  I bet you don’t remember swinging around saying that motherfuckers don’t stand a chance against you and that you donkey kicked the shit out of them BUT GUESS WHAT YOU TARGETED  ??  IT WAS A DOOR,  HYEJUNG.  A DOOR.  YOU TRIED FIGHTING A DOOR AND THOUGHT YOU CONQUERED THE WORLD BY DECKING A DOOR which in case if you don’t remember is an inanimate object which of course never stands a chance against ANYONE.  anyway,  we have a lot to talk about since we have to change your escape from Death strategy since you STILL like keep getting into fights when you get wasted.  god,  you’re like those bad boy male protagonist archetype who keep getting into bar fights and trouble.  do we have to find you a nice female lead to stop you from going berserk  ??  you know,  I’m really great at playing Cupid too if you want to find your lifelong soulmate !!  you really owe me BIG TIME since I probably saved you from another near-fatal hospital visit and I told security that you weren’t getting in a fight and that the bruises were only from you slamming your face in the ground when doing to do eleven push-ups in the club.  anyway,  I got so many other troublemakers to deal with today so please have some of the hangover soup and don’t go out until you see me so we can figure out how to deal with your hellbent intention on dying so young !!  PEACE !!  ”

#WHEW he had a lot to say there but you can bet he's going to take advantage #of her owing him so he's gonna make her do a lot of work for him soifjdfpksf #also he's right when he says he's good at playing cupid #he knows how to matchmake people rly well #his second service is Love Pairing after toilet wish granting :) #spoiledsovls #* : ✮ ┆𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 (𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠).

[bizarre-dollhouse]

Real Ciel is Kind of the Perfect Villain for a Horror Story...

Even though I have issues with chapter 141 (particularly the *haha I was there the whole time* awkwardness), I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about the panels with Real Ciel.

I mean:

I wanna break down RC in this chapter, because my favourite parts of Kuro are when it turns into a legitimate horror story, and this chapter was kind of excellent in my opinion.

Real Ciel has only been in a handful of chapters in his villainous state, so I can’t say that he’s the best horror villain or anything. I can say that I think, as a concept, he’s the perfect antagonist for this story. Or any horror story.

More under the “keep reading.”

1. Body Horror

(I’ll be referring to the panels posted above when I’m writing this post)

When people hear the word “horror,” the first thing that comes to mind is usually “body horror” (gore, deformity, corruption of the flesh, etc.). I don’t think there’s any real gore in this chapter, but the first panel is...really unsettling. You can see his ribs and the dead stare that he has. The fact that he’s filled with tubes (presumably for oxygen) and submerged in some unknown chemical make him look even more sick and weak and gross and sad slkdfjalgkj.

I especially like the decision to keep his eyes half open and lifeless; it makes it ambiguous as to how well he’s perceiving his surroundings (ie how much discomfort and/or pain he feels). It’s creepy.

The second panel also has an element of body horror. His eyes, mouth, and hands make it look like he’s in both physical AND psychological pain. It’s both body horror=empathy (”Oh my god that must be so painful”) and body horror=fear (”He looks like a monster!”). Holy shit do I love that panel. Fuck. What a good panel.

All of this is even better because he looks like “Ciel.” AKA the protagonist that we’ve been following for 141 chapters. IDK for me it makes it creepier because one of the things that consistently gets to me is the idea of well composed characters being corrupted and/or losing that composure (the circus arc and the green witch arc are by far the most disturbing parts of Kuro for me because of this...as well as episode 9 of season 2, which almost made me throw up when I watched it as a teenager). My point is that watching someone who looks like OCiel be so physically damaged and psychologically fucked makes it worse.

2. (Perceived) Power/Psychological Horror

The only people who are willing to talk down to Sebastian are:

-the reapers, because they’re also supernatural beings

-Frances and Nina, because they don’t know he’s an all powerful hell-born abomination and think he’s just...a weird guy.

RCiel is the most condescending motherfucker. It’s like he’s so blind to the fact that he could lose even though he very much knows what Seb is and has already been fucking annihilated by him, just not his body. This confidence could come from the fact that he’s already dead or he sees himself as genuinely superior to everyone.

He’s also condescending to OCiel, just in a different way. “You are weak. Don’t go outside, you might get sick. I will protect and defend you. I forgive you for being “naughty.” I am very creepy and controlling. I am the superior strong one. You are a baby. You are pathetic. I have a psychological hold over you.”

So yeah, Real Ciel’s confidence is kind of unnerving. It adds a bonus element of psychological horror: he’s not 100% psychotic (yet), but he reminds me of Annie from the early chapters of Misery (a character who is revealed to be psychotic and is also the most terrifying villain fucking ever. Misery made me feel so fucking sick to my stomach and gave me heart palpitations. I am revealing way to much about myself but I want to drive the point home that RCiel is a scary motherfucker).

3. Ethereal Beauty

The fourth panel posted above is just...fucking phenomenal. It has that element of body horror since it looks like RCiel’s corpse is melting and then morphs into the cereus bloom. More accurately, it’s like he’s being born from the bloom; much like the Phoenix metaphor. This post (link) points out the symbolism of preserving youth and beauty through the cereus bloom, and I’d also like to point out that the bloom is made from other experiments and that adds to transcendent nature of RCiel (like, “the others could not truly escape death, but I am the perfect, complete one”). 

This panel sans text could easily be a painting in a gallery (but maybe that’s just my aesthetic preferences speaking idk). It’s beautiful and shows a type of birth and a type of transcendence, but Kuro’s audience knows that it’s more like a fall from grace disguised as something beautiful. The borderline grotesque appearance of his body adds more to the disturbing element of the panel. 

It’s like the concept behind Griffith from Berserk and Ryo from Devilman; figures that appear heavenly but have a very dark purpose in their stories. It’s...cool? I don’t really know how to describe it better, but I guess the key word is “corruption.” (Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t one of the meanings of Ciel’s name “from heaven?”)

4. Sympathy

RCiel died when he was 10 years old. He was then, against his will, brought back to life as a soulless corpse. For the moment, it seems like he doesn’t mind being this way, but that concept as a whole is still tragic. I especially like the theory that, while Undertaker was able to age up his body, he wasn’t able to move past the mental development of a 10 year old. 

I kind of (strongly) dislike the RCMT because that idea really blunts the tragedy. That being said, I think it’s possible that RCiel was somehow fooled into aiding the culprits, which would actually make it more tragic. More on this story as it develops, I guess. 

A villain like Kelvin was terrifying and psychotic, but not really sympathetic. Madam Red had a backstory with emotional weight, but she wasn’t especially scary. Both of those (I think) are good antagonists, but RCiel potentially embodies the best of both worlds. I like it.

So yeah, anyways: Yana Toboso keeps ruining my life because like a year and a half ago I had completely lost interest in the series, but the damn recent developments starting from last June keep gripping me.

Here’s hoping chapter 142 is another good one.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #r!ciel #og ciel #real ciel #text

[knightofbalance-13]

http://nerdgasrnz.tumblr.com/post/168146804389/you-bigoted-geek-ass-homophobic-transphobic

Old post I know but-

Point still needs to be made.

You bigoted geek-ass homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist MOTHERFUCKERS still don’t understand what the problem is, do you?

Looks like you’re finally getting some self awareness.

Oh wait, you’re not talking about yourself? Huh.

This is not the “rwde community” looking to tear RWBY to shreds ever since Monty died or whatever bullshit excuses you keep coming up with everytime ppl critique this cartoon

My past two years say the exact opposite and what should I trust: my instincts or a liar?

This is the fact that REAL LGBT people watch this show; real NON-WHITE people watch this show; real WOMEN watch this show, and WOMEN are the literal lead characters of this show. But those parts of the audience wind up disappointed with the lack of care, consideration, or prioritization in this weak-ass writing, where only the art and animation salvage it.

Heh...

Then why are some of the most prominent fans of the community LGBT, Non-white and/or women? I mean, surely if this was handled so poorly they wouldn’t be so prominent. Unless of course, the issue isn’t with the show but a certain group of people with a similar thought process (that being “If it doesn’t pander to me, it’s bigotry!.’)

Diversity isn’t a fucking myth like you think just because you have less social aptitude than a fucking rock, or because you refuse to interact with anyone that isn’t the same as you.

Says the woman who rejects other LGBT/non white people for not thinking exactly like her.

Monty was GENTLY asked in a post-show interview if there’d be LGBT+ rep in RWBY, and he confirmed yes. That was 2014.

And he also fucked over his own show numerous times. He wasn’t exactly a good writer so him saying that would have probably resulted in a ham fisted, out of place moment of gay angst that would never be mentioned ever again.

What Miles Luna, Kerry Shawcross, and Gray Haddock have done, instead of giving us a named PROTAGONIST character to be the first instance of that rep, they made the first openly gay character a VILLAIN. (no, Matte Sky does not count bc the VOICE ACTOR named them, not the creators)

You mean the single sympathetic villain who would later get a redemption arc among the other straight villians who are portrayed as irredeemable and monstrous *cough* ADAM *cough*.

Oh no, how terrible. You get a complex and well written character instead of the edgelord. 

Nothing is groundbreaking about that trash. LGBT+ historians and fandoms have noted that in the media, villains were portrayed as gay, trans, or implied as such for YEARS. (it’s called “queercoding”)

And that’s called ‘bullshit’ because coding is only ever brought up in subjective ways.

Not only that: You were never promised something GROUND BREAKING. Show me where it was said that. 

Monty was GENTLY asked by fans at a convention when more brown characters would be in RWBY. He confirmed that Sun and Velvet have “cool” dark-skinned teammates. That was 2013. (after an animation panel at Supanova)

So no, this isn’t just “rabid tumblrinas” hounding the creators for the sake of being special snowflakes like you fucking think. These are real fucking people who love the soul of this show but don’t actually SEE THEMSELVES IN IT. And Monty, rest his soul, was so excited and earnest in wanting to be inclusive so this show could be shared and loved by more people.

Yeah and Miles and Kerry get death threats over this. That was proven in 2018. I could not care less.

And here’s the deal: If you cannot relate to a character because they do not share the same skin color as you, you do not DESERVE a character to relate to. Because creators are suppose to make compelling characters and skin color is NOT COMPELLING. Expecting me to find a character compelling because they are white is honestly INSULTING to me.

But the fact is that it’s not as inclusive as it could be. Even when he was alive, he made missteps too. And it’s not even like it’d be a big deal to fix. But hateful people go out of their way EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. to make it seem like it’d be such a lorebreaking addition to make a character brown, gay, or trans.

The fact that ‘it’s not as inclusive as it could have be’ is a flaw shows you do not actually care about the show. Because you care SO LITTLE about the show actually being good you try to prioritize something COMPLETELY DIVORCED from quality above all else.

And no one wanted them to just do it because it was not the right fucking time or place. Imagine a character in Berserk went off on a tangent about how gay they are. That’d be pretty cringy right? Now think of that same thing in MHA. Not even bad now is it? Because one is not built to support this and the other CAN support it.

Honestly, the way they handled Illa, from a purely writing standpoint, is the best way they could have gone about it. It’s used to emphasize her pain with Blake and quickly takes a backburner for Illa’s more personal and universal issues. They showed it was athing before moving onto more pressing matters.

It makes absolutely ZERO SENSE how a FANTASY REALM can be lacking so much variety in terms of its inhabitants. And Diversity is an AFTERTHOUGHT. Or a “lorebreaker” (remember the homophobic “how would you show gay characters? just have them make out during the chaos? That’d make no sense!” argument? Fun times!!!)

Damn near every single piece of fanart about Illa emphasizes her being gay, apparently that was an informed guess on their part. And honestly ticks me off since Illa is so much more than that.

How many times do we have to sift through the garbage comments on fanart (FAN ART!!!) of Blake being portrayed as black, as if that’s some huge leap from what she could have represented in the first place?

Representation doesn't matter here, it's the fact that these designs usually look like shit because the people making don’t care about good character design and use dark skin on a design that is built around light skin. It’s like if someone made a light skinned Emerald-it would look fucking awful.

How many times do ppl turn a blind eye to femslash fanart of team RWBY but suddenly complain when someone mentions the notion of one of the characters in team RWBY actually being canonically gay? Or bi? Or pan? Anything outside or in-between?

Never. I have literally never seen that happened. I’ve seen people be called homophobic for shipping straight ships before I say this.

Hateful people are like “u should be thankful” when they’re having a buffet of representation and we only get, not just breadcrumbs, but moldy ones that the ants are crawling on. Then, when we make our own stuff to satisfy us (again: FAN ART! FANFIC! HEADCANONS!!!) they’re suddenly so defensive and wanna police our shit???

A. Nobody has ever just eaten certain foods because of their color,

B. You actively REFUSE to accept any character that isn’t EXACTLY like you and proceed to try to hurt REAL PEOPLE over this. Mold crumbs with ants on them is more than you deserve, honestly STRAVATION is more than you deserve.

C. Making fanart and fanfics that are fundamentally WORSE than canon and calling it ‘fixed’ or ‘improved’ like these people always do is insulting. You are actively pissing people off.

Oh and D. I have seen people ATTACK OTHERS over them not following their headcanons.

RWBY’s first dark-skinned character was a villain. That’s not representation, that reinforces racist beliefs that black people are thugs and thieves that can’t be trusted and need to be put down.

Yes, a dark skinned character with understandable motives, symapethic beliefs and conflcits about her actions.

Meanwhile, the white guy Adam is portrayed as an edgelord monster who seeks genocide and talks like a Nazi.

RWBY’s first openly GAY character is a villain. That’s NOT representation. That reinforces homophobic beliefs that lesbians are predatory temptresses that seduce your daughters and sisters to lead them down a path of hellfire and brimstone.

Yes, the sympathetic lesbian who has shown more love and care and respect for Blake than her straight abusive boyfriend.

Adam pretty much exists to DISPROVE your shit on this front. All the bullshit you complain about in Illa ACTUALLY EXISTS in Adam except WORSE.

RWBY has been making transphobic jokes since volume 1 (Penny’s “*gasp* Is she a man?” reference to Blake) Those jokes reinforce the transphobic belief that trans people wear disguises to bait unassuming people so that they can harm them eventually.

A. Name me a single trans person who said that, let alone enough people for me to even consider that.

And B. Adam is cisgendered and a genocidial Nazi. Good luck beating that.

It’s not rocket science. Rooster Teeth’s animated show, “RWBY” has a problem not just with it’s writing, but with diversity. Pure and simple. And this show has had since 2014 to improve. But you’re still surprised that some of us are fucking mad.

And yet every single example you gave not only doesn’t work but would set a standard for STRAIGHT WHITE PEOPLE to complain about their representation. 

You and everyone in RWDE are mad because you WANT to be mad. It justifies the immoral bullshit you pull on a daily basis...

Huh, exactly like Adam.

Guess you guys ARE represented after all. And quite accurately.

#nerdgasrnz

[adamworu]

Stuff I'd Say While Piloting the EVA

“Hello, motherfucker.”

*to Angel* “Hey, I know you’re upset, but i’d appreciate it if you DIDN’T try to destroy Earth?”

*about to get hit by an attack* “Oh, shit-”

*Berserk Mode* EAT THIS, MOTHERFUCKER"

*replying to NERV* What do you mean i need to ‘watch my language’? We’re trying to save humanity.“

*referring to LCL* Man, i’m thirsty, can we drink this stuff??

"Guess I should cancel plans for sleeping tonight.”

#hee hee #nge #evangelion #submission

[michajawkan]

quillsareoverrated replied to your post: My love for Lily is like a truck very big, and...

i’m sorry i’m forcing this to be a running gag

quillsareoverrated replied to your post: My love for Lily is like a truck very big, and...

this, too, is a berserk reference: youtube.com/watch?v…

it’s okay, I think every “Is that a motherfucking X reference” joke is hilarious;

#quillsareoverrated #replies #tho also I'm pretty sure they're referencing a bit from Clerks #I've only seen Clerks once and that's the only part of it I remember if I'm being honest with u

[empty-dream]

Me Watching Fate/Apocrypha ep 7

Uncle Kairi rams a girl with a car and shoots human fingers at her. Don’t do it at home okay, kids?

Surprise motherfucker! -Caules, 2017

Subtle foreshadowing that Caules is better on critical decision making than his genius sis

And subtle reference that nobody remembers Caules. WHY.

Kairi: “Fight fairly!” Caules: “No thanks fuck you!”

Haha let’s just hope Caules will never turn out to be Kiritsugu 2.0

And here u see a healthy sibling team fighting together this stuff is 5 fucking star rarity man

C’mon Type Moon is full choke of fucked up sibling relationships, even decent Kokutous got incest on it. Forvedge is just normal and that deserves longstanding applause

Wow Mordred’s got ‘pissed’ and ‘bloodthirsty’ plastered on her face.

Gotta admit, Fiore and Chiron also have great teamwork. He honestly says his condition and she understands him. Now if only all teams work like this.

I just realize Fiore is actually changing her hairstyle into ponytail for practicality in battle great job for incorporating realistic element

Mordred u are late the hit them when they gloat episode was like weeks ago

Not that Chiron ever gloat but u get what I mean

Mordred: “Bitch u bail out?!!” Chiron: “It’s called being wise”

Caules be like this is not how I imagine how I would walk away from this fight

I wonder if Higashide actually makes Kairi smoke that brand just so it could be a shoutout to Touko Aozaki and Natalia Kaminski?

Mordred’s pissed off face looks cute

Kairi guessing her thought right is yet another exhibit of how good of a dad master he is to Mordred

Mordred: “Yo don’t get caught by the police” Kairi: “No biggie we can mojo’em”

Caules: “But nee-san I don’t wanna get bridal carry from you! And get dropped harshly in the end!”

Fiore: “U know Grandpa and Yddgmillenia’s glory is at stake in this war, right?” Caules: “But I don’t give a shit about this war I was gonna just walk away from this mage stuff and, I don’t know, be an anime illustrator or something but the goddamned holy grail just butts in- [insert 30 minutes bitching rant here]”

Well kid got a point tho, he does only wish to save Fiore and protects her from dying so...

But seriously, their siblinghood is nice to read/watch. Believe me or not, she’s trying hard to be professional magus on top of being a proud big sis.

In the novel, Fran is pissed that Caules always meekly listens to Fiore’s lectures and it’s hilarious and also sweet at the same time

Jack eating is cute if we just forget that she’s EATING A GODDAMN HEART

In case you don’t think Reika’s nuts, she nonchalantly stabs a heart with a fork and feeds it to her child/servant. BRR.

Hi this is Jeanne welcome to episode 121 on Don’t Tell My Mother I’m in Sighisoara 

Ah and for just a moment, I forgot Sieg is the actual main character here my bad

Serge must be great at reading expression and body language bc I can’t guess what’s Sieg thinking based on his face??

Sieg: “What’s freedom?” Serge: “Here son listen to this” *hands Jiyuu no Tsubasa cd* 100% accurate scene

Wow wow wow who comes up with tying Jeanne with chains u get some fetish bro?

Jeanne: “He’s got evil smirk that’s so suspicious I must find him”

Whoa that’s actually more fucked up than ufotable’s Fuyuki fire

I hope they bring out Shirou’s monologue on that scene in later episode because it’s just epic and chilling

WHOW NICE GARDEN I WANT THAT and oh another OTP screentime!

It’s just hilarious that Semiramis tries to charm Shirou but he appears to be unaware and she gets pissed but simultaneously more attracted and it’s like the ouroboros snake but cute.

The name Shirou to daftness is the name Rin to tsundere.

Is it just me, or Semiramis smirking looks like Satsuki Kiryuin?

Vlad u sure u don’t wanna sleep? Those bags are horrible. It might be the last sleep you could get........

Karna’s steps are as heavy as my feeling for him

WAHAHA great they animate Rider laying around

Holy shit the throne is just, glorious

Shakespeare is literally drama trash

Semiramis: “You won’t fight?” Shakespeare: “Well u know I suck balls at fighting. I can just, u know, watch?” Shirou: “Good thing Semiramis is assassin-caster type”

Remember when I said I love Astolfo ditchin job? Scrap that I love Shakespeare ditchin job even more

I JUST LOVE HOW ACHILLES AND ATALANTA JUST LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN CONFUSION LIKE THIS IS OTP MAN

Jeanne did u-DID U JUST DO THE NARUTO RUN???

HOLY MOLY THE HANGING GARDEN OF BABYLON IS MAJESTIC AS FUCK

Love the AKA team just go straight to the balcony and marvel over the fortress together like true friends

I wish they will animate Achilles and Atalanta arguing over who opens fire first and Shakespeare offering to write love story about them

Sieg having that ‘2 AM and thinking about philosophical existential shit’ moment

Somebody still mentions Siegfried I’m so moved

IT’S RAINING TEETH

I love they get Caules and Fran being at the same height as canon has it

I also love how Fran just runs to the balcony and growls angrily

Caules be a mom to Fran once again and Fran meekly nods is my new favorite thing

I’m just, you know, glad he looks at Fran one more time before retreating.

Astolfo u actually have a point there but Vlad loves his golem horse what can we do

New favorite motto: “This is this. That is that.” -Astolfo

Vlad: “Berserker? Smash!”

Uncle commander is here! His spear and his speech are fantastic!

Sieg: “After thinking at 2 AM I decide to go into battle” Serge: “I’ll quote HIMYM and say that the decisions you make at 2 AM are wrong, but hey, do what you gotta do. Here, have a nice sword belt.” Sieg: “Sweet”

There are funny faces in this episode but hey, the soundtracks are great!

Beside the main battle theme, I like the one from Shakespeare scene and the Hanging Garden taking off scene. The piano play is also nice too.

NEXT: Black vs Red: I think I’ll need some tissues next week

#fate apocrypha #random saying #man i feel i just wrote the last ep post yesterday days gone so fast huh #fate apocomment

[king-clyde-wy]

the deal with Griffith is that people should feel sad for *everyone* in the eclipse scene, including the hawk, as he is a victim of the causality in the first place. he did shed a tear in the third film when realized what he had done to keep himself alive, and remains [not conflicted] but conscious and guilty (yes yes), of his actions, despite the fact that he is deeply aware of his past conditions at the said-moment.

it's okey to demonize Griffith but only at the beginning. you need to take a few steps back and realize you would have done the same. tortured for a year? lost 60% of your body? having your dreams crushed? being so low you'd commit suicide in the middle of nowhere? and suddenly Gods, literally, offer you to live healthy forever as a God. Let's be honest 4 a second there. the Godhand doesn't choose humans when they are at their best, but when they are living their darkest hours, so they can appear as saviours.

what *isn't* okey, is not to demonize Phemt because this one *IS* evil by nature (you don't rape someone you love.........). I made berserk theories videos, you can check the second part in which i explain that Phemt actually is the evil part of Griffith and represents the embodiement of evil nature and chaos because he acts against Griffith (details in video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXF4j5LpL1g ).

So Griffith is the victim of a tragedy which he is the only one to come out of it as a "winner". he won more than he lost (because anyway the whole "its name is Behelit. he who possesses it shall conquer the world in exchange for his flesh and blood" refers more to what he lost during his year of torture rather than his human bodythat he lost in order to become a member of the Godhand since he can come back to his human body whenever he wants to).

and that is mainly why he is seen as a "motherfucker" (sorry), and not a victim of the events; the other reason being that if you go back to the root of all problems, it is Griffith that insisted on Guts joining the Band of the Hawk, it is Griffith that lost it when guts decided to leave the band of the Hawk, and since his nature forced him to feel domination over someone he went to see Charlotte to bang her alright (btw where's the child), to feel domination over somone again. Charlotte being the stupid-ass daughter of the pervert stupid-ass king, the pervert stupid-ass king ordered to take Griffith as a prisoner. you know what followed.

[pornered]

...is that a motherFUCKING BERSERK REFERENCE??!?????????????!!!?

#berserk #kawaiikon #kawaiikon2017 #dark souls #souls series #solaire #solaire of astora