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thornybubbles · 8 months

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Playing Minecraft with the Stardust Crusaders

**Note: Originally I was going to have this be a story with just Kakyoin, but I decided to add the rest of the Stardust Crusaders. Also I decided to just do headcanons instead of writing a full story. I’ve been writing a lot of dark yandere stuff and I just wanted a break. So here’s something wholesome. PS. Polnareff’s part was my favorite to write. XD **

Joseph

He may be an old man, but he’s not completely out of touch when it comes to the concept of video games. It takes him a little bit to learn how to play, but once he gets the hang of it, there’s no stopping him. Joseph’s building skills are pretty basic. He’s more interested in the survival and exploration elements of Minecraft. Once he gets his house built, he does a little mining to get a full set of iron armor, weapons, and tools and then he’s off to explore. He’s almost never seen around the main base and spends most of his time many, many blocks away, discovering cool things. He will often ask questions about things he’s unfamiliar with and you explain it to him. Sometimes he hardly speaks at all because he’s too enamored with all the stuff he’s discovering.

Then there was the “Creeper Incident”. Joseph made the mistake of doing some exploring at night instead of going to sleep like a good little Minecrafter.

“Hey, what’s this freaky green thing?” he asked you.

“Freaky green thing? What kind of freaky green thing?” you said, wanting some specifics.

“It looks like a depressed cactus,” he explained.

Uh oh.

“Oh! That’s a cr---!”

There was a distant explosion followed by Joseph screaming, “Oh my God! Son of a bitch!!!”

After that, something changed in Joseph’s play style. He went from explorer to monster hunter. Angry at having been blown up and losing all his stuff, he goes on a vendetta to destroy all creepers. And why stop there? Zombies, spiders,skeletons or any other creature of the night that crosses his path were quickly dealt with. He goes deep into learning brewing, armor and weapon enchanting, and anything else he can think of to give him an edge against the hostile mobs. With Avdol’s help he builds a battle tower and protective wall around the base. He has very big dreams about taking out the Ender Dragon.

Joseph is a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to Minecraft. He may not be the best builder but he has a lot of creative ideas that help all of you with whatever projects you might be working on, especially when it comes to base defense and monster fighting.

Jotaro

He only ever plays when either you or one of the other Crusaders asks him to. When he first spawned in he wasn’t too impressed. He had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to do. At first, he doesn’t bother building a house or anything and just bums around his grandpa’s house. He makes a snide comment about how Joseph’s house is just a big, wooden block with one window and a door. Joseph grumbles something about how his house didn’t need to be pretty, just practical. Joseph ends up being the one to teach Jotaro how to play, while you occasionally interject to mention something Joseph may have forgotten about. Jotaro just responds with non-committal grunts and wanders around the base, checking things out.

Eventually, he goes off on his own to explore and find somewhere nearby to build a house. He hasn’t collected any resources, has no tools, or crafted a weapon of any kind when he starts exploring. You try to warn him that he should at least get a wooden sword to defend himself with, but he ignores you. It isn’t until night comes and he is nearly killed by zombies that he finally decides to get some wood and stone and make some basic tools. He still hasn’t found a decent place to build yet, though.

After he’s wandered around for about 4 in-game days, he comes across a village. Jotaro watches the villagers run around, doing their thing, and is bemused at their silly appearance and sounds. But when nighttime comes and zombies start attacking them, Jotaro feels he’s found his purpose in the game. Somebody has to protect these dumb looking guys and it may as well be him. He teams up with Avdol and Joseph (who is a little miffed that someone found a village before he did) to form a “Village Security Team”. While Avdol fixes the village up by patching holes in walkways, correcting poorly spawned buildings, and starting work on building a monster proof wall around the village, Jotaro and Joseph stay up at night to fight off the monsters.

Eventually, Jotaro builds a massive fortress near the village and Avdol attaches the wall to it. This fortress serves as Jotaro’s home and the village becomes the secondary base for you guys. Joseph jokingly calls him “King JoJo” and “Your Highness” which usually has Jotaro grumbling under his breath. He spends most of his days decorating or improving either the fortress or the village itself. When he’s not doing that, he’s usually tagging along on one of his Grandfather’s adventures.

Kakyoin

The redstone wizard of the group. Noriaki’s beaten the game a few times already, but only recently started messing around with redstone contraptions. He set up an automated farm that both harvests and replants crops as well as a huge mineshaft with minecarts set up so that they returned to the surface to be unloaded whenever players filled them up with resources.

As innovative as he is, though, he often uses his redstone skills to be an absolute troll. And usually, his victim is you. That’s not to say that he hasn’t pranked any of the others yet, it’s just that you’re his favorite target. It’s kinda your fault though. It started back when you first started playing Minecraft together and you might have, possibly, sorta, kinda, completely un-accidentally pilfered a diamond or two from one of his chests. He knew you were the culprit because there wasn’t anyone else in the game at the time but the two of you. He didn’t call you out on it, though, assuming that you would replace the diamonds as soon as you got a chance. You never did. While you actually did have every intention of returning the diamonds to him, you just forgot about it. It didn’t help that you later developed a habit of helping yourself to whatever you found in his chests instead of going out and getting the resources for yourself. Hey, it was easier and it saved time!

Nori never said a word about it, instead opting to quietly plan his revenge. One day you went down into his storage basement to grab some cobblestone from one of his chests. You were only going to grab a stack or two and make a mental note (for the hundredth time) to replace whatever you took, but knowing that you’d probably forget. When you opened the chest, though, you didn’t find any cobblestone. Instead you found yourself staring into the sullen face of a creeper, its warning hiss in your ears. You let out a shriek of terror and braced yourself for the inevitable explosion, but it never came. You examined the “creeper” again only to see that it was nothing more than an armor stand wearing a creeper head and green dyed leather armor. It was inside of a minecart that was cleverly hidden behind the chest. You just stared at it as your brain slowly came to the conclusion that you’d just been pranked.

“Ah, I see you found my theft deterrent.” Noriaki said, amusement clear in his voice. “It’s a nifty little project I found online called the ‘creeper in a box’ prank.”

You can’t even say anything. He got you good and you know it. You made it a point to stay out of his storage basement from then on.

It doesn’t stop there though. That one little incident unleashed Noriaki’s inner troll and you’re the one who gets to suffer for it. From filling your house with dirt blocks to slowly rearranging your decorations over time to see how long it would take for you to notice, Noriaki just seems to love messing with you. You have to admit that while his pranks are annoying, they are pretty funny and too clever for you to really get mad at. Your “favorite” was when he hid a bunch of note blocks under your house and arranged them to play a certain song when you opened the front door.

“Nori, why is my house Rick Rolling me?” you demand of him, annoyed but admittedly amused.

“Why are you asking me?” he says, playing dumb.

He knows what he did.

You eventually do give him his diamonds back in hopes that will appease him. It does… for a little while at least.

Avdol

The master builder. Before being invited to play Minecraft with you guys, he’d never really played a video game before. But there was something about the building mechanics of the game that awakened something within him, possibly nostalgia for those calm times with building blocks when he was a little kid. Whatever the case, Avdol takes to building like a pro and all without any YouTube tutorials, too. You want a medieval style bakery? You got one. Want a modern bungalow? He’ll do it. Giant fire breathing demon chicken to put in the middle of the base? You can envision the weird looks he wants to give you, but he’ll make one of those, no problem. His best projects are the ones he does on his own, though, with no guidance and with minimal suggestions.

Due to his building skills, he finds himself constantly busy within the game as someone always has some kind of building project they want help with. He even offered to improve Joseph’s plain block house. The old man told him to do whatever he pleased and then went off to go treasure hunting with Jotaro and Kakyoin. When Joseph came back he found his simple home had been converted into a deceptively cute cabin. While Joseph was impressed enough with how cozy it looked, Avdol revealed that the cabin had a secret, a well hidden secret chamber that appealed to Joseph's inner superhero fanboy. He had his very own secret lair now (yeah, it’s not really a secret if everybody on the server knows about it, but let the old man dream)!

Over time, Avdol has added things here and there to the base to keep things from looking so plain. He’s added a decorated pond for fishing and just a place to hang out. There’s also a meeting area for when the whole gang gets together right before going on an adventure (brings back bittersweet memories. At least this time there’s no danger of anyone actually dying.).

And yes, he even added that giant fire breathing demon chicken statue you wanted so badly. Your odd tastes aside, Avdol managed to make the abomination of a statue look rather cool and stylized. Kakyoin wants it to be the mascot for your group. It ends up being put on any and all banners for the base, much to Avdol’s chagrin.

Every time he gets online with you guys he is either working on a project or starting another one. He never seems to run out of things to do. Surprisingly, his own home is rather quaint. Just a regular old farm house, but it’s very pretty. And yes, he has a chicken farm.

Polnareff

Chaos incarnate. This man got into the game and immediately started doing everything WRONG! Digging straight down, forgetting to sleep at least once to ward off phantoms, forgetting to crouch when standing at the edge of great heights, you name it he’s messed it up. So basically just Polnareff being Polnareff. He always manages to find danger or danger finds him. Every monster in the area seems to target him specifically. On one mining trip you actually watched around five zombies shamble right past you and head straight for a very startled Polnareff. They completely ignored you! He’s died so many times that you actually put in the “keep inventory” cheat so that at the very least he stops losing all of his hard earned resources.

Speaking of resources, when it comes to mining it’s the one thing that Jean Pierre is really, really lucky at. To the point that it makes everyone else jealous. He was the first to find diamonds and emeralds and the first to manage to get full stacks of both. You never even thought it possible to find 64 emeralds naturally, but Polnareff managed to pull it off. Joseph is quick to accuse him of cheating which results in a very childish argument between the two until you step in and explain that you were with Polnareff the whole time and he just finds diamonds and emeralds by chance. Joseph apologizes but grumbles when Polnareff laughs. Ever since then, whenever he comes across diamonds, or anything even remotely interesting, he is very obnoxious about it.

“HEY GUYS!!! GUESS WHO FOUND EVEN MORE DIAMONDS?!!” he’ll shout in an annoying sing-song voice.

This usually results in annoyed huffs from Avdol and Kakyoin, disgruntled “Good griefs” from Jotaro, not-so-humble requests for him to stop bragging like an asshole from Joseph, and a threat or two from you that if he didn’t stop rubbing your faces in it, you would shove him into the nearest lava pit. This always earns a mischievous giggle or two from him. He’s so full of himself about it. He does make up for it though, when he crafts full sets of diamond armor for you all. For all his arrogant bragging, he’s really rather generous with his finds. If any of you need diamonds or emeralds he’s the first to offer up his stash. After all, he has so many, why shouldn’t he share? ~ ❤

Whenever he goes mining, you usually tag along. You say that it’s so you can help him carry his loot, but actually it’s because you’re his self appointed babysitter. Just like in real life, it just isn’t a good idea for him to run off by himself. You never say that out loud though because you know how sensitive he is about being danger-prone. Besides he likes having you along and the two of you end up as mining buddies almost every time you play. Sometimes Kakyoin joins you as he’s always in need of redstone and other materials for his contraptions (it’s important to note that Polnareff is Kakyoin’s second favorite trolling victim and it always makes you nervous whenever he tags along because you never know if he’s up to something or just genuinely wants to collect resources.).

Whenever you and Polnareff go off on your own to do anything, the rest of the Crusaders server prepares their poor ears for the inevitable screaming and swearing that will follow. Something happens to you whenever you pair up with Polnareff. Your brain power seems to get cut in half and the two of you end up becoming an unintentional comedy duo that has everyone else either laughing or, in Jotaro’s case, muting you for being “too damn loud”.

There was one time that Polnereff was digging a strip mine that ended up leading right into the Deep Dark and the Warden’s territory. You can probably guess what happened. Before you could warn him, Polnareff’s antics end up summoning the Warden and the monster kills you both before either of you have a chance to panic. This results in Polnareff seeking revenge (or trying to) and going all the way back to the Deep Dark to fight the Warden again (and dragging you along each time), and (both of you) dying again. This happens about three more times before he actually manages to defeat the Warden only to find out that he doesn’t get any kind of reward for it (other than bragging rights, which believe me, he takes advantage of).

On a minor note, Polnareff’s inventory is always extremely unorganized. Whether referring to his personal inventory or his storage chests his inventory is in shambles. There’s no rhyme or reason for where he places things in his hotbar and sometimes he’ll end up hitting monsters with a stick or block of glass rather than his sword. He also has a bad habit of using the wrong tool for certain jobs, such as using his pickaxe on dirt instead of his shovel and it drives more organized players like Kakyoin and Avdol insane.

BONUS:

Iggy

(We’re assuming that the little gremlin lives with you) While he can’t exactly play video games for obvious reasons, he does kinda like watching you play, but that’s only if he’s not trying to take a nap (you’re kinda noisy). Most of the time he just plops down in his comfy spot and watches you struggle to survive in what he mentally calls the “stupid human block game”. He is really amused whenever you and Polnareff team up because watching you two together is comedy gold. Sometimes, when you’re playing alone, he’ll wait for you to be exploring a dark, creepy cave and suddenly bark very loudly for no reason, causing you to very nearly jump out of your skin.

Iggy: “BARK!”

You scream, swear, and jump back so hard that your headset falls off. Your mouse has been practically thrown across the room. You turn around and glare at the little brat.

“IGGY!” you shout accusingly.

The cheeky little doggo runs out of the room making sounds that can be interpreted as the canine equivalent of snickering.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #reader insert #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #minecraft #non yandere #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #muhammed avdol #jean pierre polnareff #joseph joestar #jjba iggy #this was very long

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tenabrye · 1 year

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I find it so amusing that in the manga, Vash cant drive. I think its adorable that hes this kick ass outlaw, but cant drive lol

Could I get headcanons or a fic maybe for the reader teaching Stampede Vash how to drive (hopefully better than Meryl) and they develop feelings for each other while doing it?

Thank you so much!

Imagine being someone with such a high bounty on your head who is also a badass without trying, yet you can't drive to save your life. XD

"I step on this one?"

"No, that's the brake," you sighed, telling him for the tenth time, "you need to step on the gas pedal." You had gone over what was what with Vash for what seemed like hours. You watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel and his foot pressed on the gas pedal, causing the vehicle to lurch forward with an agonizing screech. The noise caused the blond to release his foot and turn to you, taking note of your wide eyes. He then followed your gaze and stared at the gearshift. It was still in park. "You really won't get anywhere with it being in park."

The man chuckled and scratched his cheek in a sheepish manner with his finger. "I, uh, whoops." He heard you sigh once more before he shifted the vehicle out of park and to drive. "Sorry," he said.

"It's fine," you assured him, "it's a common mistake."

"Really?" He asked.

"No," you said, causing him to frown, "but that's why I'm here. Hopefully with my teaching, you'll learn how to drive. Maybe even better than Meryl."

Vash huffed through his nose and smiled. "That's a lot of hope you have for me."

"Not hope, because I know you will. Now," you paused and gestured to the gas pedal, "you can drive without hearing that awful noise, but don't--" Before you could finish your sentence, Vash had stepped on the gas pedal, causing the car to quickly roll forward. You gripped the dash and held onto the small handle on the roof of the car, squeezing it tightly as you clenched your teeth. "Stop, stop, stop!" You hollered out, and the blond was quick to stomp on the brake, causing you to lurch forward.

"What did I do wrong?" He asked, lips curving into a frown as he saw the slight fear on your face.

"You can't just step on the gas like that," you told him, "you have to ease into it gently." Your grip on the handle loosened and you sighed, leaning your head back against the head rest. "The easiest way to put it is to imagine gently pressing your foot down in the sand."

He blinked before carrying out your instructions, the toe of his boot slowly pressing down on the gas pedal, causing the vehicle to gently move forward again. His hands had a firm grip on the steering wheel, and he kept his eyes on the dirt road in front of him. You did the same, often glancing at Vash to see how he was doing.

"Thank you for doing this," he said.

"You had to learn sooner or later. Besides," you paused to smile at him, "you're a fast learner. It's not too difficult to explain things to you."

Vash hummed, his lips having curled into a soft smile as he kept his eyes on the road. "It helps to have a teacher with a lot of patience." Truth be told, he was ecstatic when you said you would teach him how to drive. This allowed the two of you to be alone in the car, and for him to relish in your presence. He just didn't know you felt the same, and it's partly the reason as to why you were teaching him how to drive. The other part being that it was something he definitely needed to know in case the situation called for it.

"It helps even more when the student is so calm." Silence followed you both as you stared out ahead, watching as the blond kept the vehicle straight during the drive. It wasn't until the car rolled to a slow stop, having reached a small intersection, that your lips parted to speak. Before you could say anything about him turning, Vash carefully maneuvered the car in the left direction, causing you to smile in satisfaction. "See? You're practically a natural now. Since no one is around, you can go faster if you'd like to."

The approval to do so caused him to press the gas pedal down a bit more, the car now moving at a faster rate down the road. "I'm glad it was you to teach me. I get to both learn how to drive and be around someone I like."

You blinked, head snapping in his direction as you stared at him. "Like?" You asked, brow now raised. "You like everyone, though."

The car slowed until it came to a stop, and Vash put it in park before he turned to look at you. "The feelings I have for you aren't the same with the others. I like you, a lot."

Your lips curled into a broader smile. "Well, that certainly explains how enthusiastic you were about learning how to drive. You could've asked for anyone, yet you chose me for that reason." A small chuckle slipped out and your eyes softened as you stared at the blond. "I like you, too, Vash. Always have." A light crimson hue dusted his cheeks the second you leaned over and planted a light kiss to his cheek. "How about you drive us back and we can catch up on how long we've liked one another?"

With a slow nod, the blond put the vehicle into drive and gently stepped on the gas pedal. "Maybe we can continue the driving lesson later?" You hummed in agreement, and Vash couldn't help but grin. Today truly was the best.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun vash #trigun stampede vash #vash the stampede #vash the stampede fluff #trigun fluff #trigun stampede fluff #vash x reader #vash x you #vash x y/n

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highfantasy-soul · 1 month

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Things I LOVED from NATLA Episode 5 - Spirited Away

Katara creating a water version of the earth disks!

Small moment, but Sokka and Aang don't jump until Katara is there and grabs their hands to lead them off in the jump onto Appa

Love that Momo's the one who picks up the acorn to give to Katara - he's so cute!

Katara calling on Gran Gran's teachings <3

"Seeds for the future, not past mistakes" - bringing back up the themes around needing to let go of past guilt so you can step into the future

Big brother Sokka 😭😭😭😭

Pipenpadalopsikopolis!!!

Zuko is such a sassy dick to Lt. Jee XD but like, kinda deserved atm as a girl with ice is kinda, really, something that should raise some flags.

But damn, Jee's face - it makes the next episode all the more satisfying

"Water the most promising seed" ooooohhhhh

"Not self-serving flattery and coy whipers" oooohhh BBUUUURRRNNNNNN

Though it burns all the more as we know that children want the approval of their mentors/parents and it's unlikely Azula has ever gotten that organically, so she feels the need to prompt it.

tHiN pLaCeS????? Sorry, Bruce from Dungeons of Drakkenheim has just primed me to fear that phrase and what it will bring.

Jumpscare where I really thought Sokka had just been yoinked into the Spirit World by that tree branch XD

Aang and Sokka bickering because Sokka can't stop talking and Aang is trying to concentrate - love the group dynamic here

Sokka's little "sshhhhhhh" in the back

Katara practicing her forms!!!

Blue Aang!!

Sokka being absolutely not here for a Spirit World journey and Katara quickly accepting it and just enjoying the ride

"When have I ever caused trouble?" 🙄 "When indeed." 😐

The most AWKWARD and NOT SLICK questioning by Zuko 😩 failing to smoothly slide the money pouch over the counter, just…he's SOOO BAD at being 'nonchalant'! He wants to just scream at you and demand you obey his orders, damn it!!!

Just Dallas' whole performance here - so fucking funny

Pirate mention! Canyon guide!! Stopped the volcano from erupting!!!

All those side quests get nice little mentions <3

Iroh's little run as he chases after Zuko throwing his tantrum 😭

JUUUUUUNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!! NYYYYYLLAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Omg perfect. So perfect. Perfection. Gorgeously perfect. Did I mention perfect?

Zuko and Iroh's little slap fight XD

June noticing Iroh is cute 🙌

And Zuko's disgust at that 😂

Love Aang always mentioning Gyatzo and all he taught Aang - and Katara really wanting to soak in the knowledge

I like that they brought the entire Gaang into the spirit world here so we could have a natural in-road to deep character work

WON SHI TOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!

Nice birdie!!!!

Also great touch with only Aang being able to understand him here, humans just can't

Pretty eye shot!!

Azula's blue fire!!!!!

Really like the choice to let us see her progression to the blue flame - more character development is always a good thing in my book

"Everyone knows you're perfect" "That's not good enough" - smash cut to Zuko

SOOOOO GOOOODDD - seeding her fear that if she doesn't prove herself adequately, her father will treat her like he did Zuko

Showing not telling, people! This is what that means!!!

Zuzu!! Being disgusted - love it

Love Iroh trying to seed his lessons in with pai sho anecdotes

I'm sorry, this scene is hilarious and I cannot unsee it being Iroh trying to prep Zuko for the news that he and June are a thing XD "I know it's unexpected, and she's much younger, but open up your mind to new ideas! There's much you (I) can learn from a dommy mommy."

Again, reinforcing that Zuko has a strong sense of right and wrong - right now, that's leading him down the path of following the Fire Nation's rules, but that very same integrity will be what makes him change sides

Ugh, Iroh's lessons wrapped in pai sho terminology are soooo gooooddd

Creeeeeepy spirit world!!

HEEEIIIII BBAAAIIIII!!!

Who's a cutie patootie panda bear?? YOU ARE!!!!

Oh no, Sokka!!! He went flying.

Suspicious 3-tailed fox!

Her talk about pain right here is so poignant not only for this storyline, but the future one with the ocean spirit

"Do you always make jokes when you don't want to talk about something?" - cutting right to the heart of a lot of Sokka's humor as a coping mechanism

Just… everything with Katara's spirit vision

Her getting to see her mom again and hug her, the women joking around about braiding and Kya encouraging Katara with her waterbending

The absolute gut-wrenching horror as Katara knows what's about to happen, the viewer knows what's about to happen, but the helplessness you feel as you have to watch it play out

Katara trying to save her mom but not being strong enough - it's so well done and we see why the trauma is so very deep when it comes to her and waterbending

Omg Koh's introduction was sooooo terrifying

The sounds, the way he senses despair - it's everything I love about the spirit world

Hakoda!!! DX

Bato!!!!!

I like how we're getting to see that Sokka's feelings of inadequacy as a leader and warrior aren't unfounded - he DID struggle, it didn’t come naturally

I don't blame Hakoda in this moment - he knows the war is coming and he's going to have to leave Sokka in charge - he knows it's not fair - he knows it's an impossible situation, and he's desperately trying to exert some control over the uncontrollable

It makes sense that he'd want Sokka to be magically perfect, that way he could feel marginally better about abandoning him and the village - it's not like he has a choice to stay, everyone is in impossible situations and wishing your kid could be the perfect leader when you know it's going to be forced on them anyways is totally rational

Love that Aang immediately clocks the vision as not real

Despite wanting nothing more than to go see his home and people again, he's a master of the spiritual side of his nature - he knows how to rein it in.

It hurts all the more when we get to Gyatzo and there's the initial distrust - completely founded

Koh's lair!!!

Creepy centipede boiii

Love their chat and I like to think that Aang's past lives subtly let him know not to show emotions with Koh

The whole situation around Koh's face that opens and closes - thanks, I hate it.

It's well done. And I hate it. Please get it away from me. I do not like. Please, kill it with fire. Thank you.

But Gyatzo!!! He waited for Aang for 100 years!!!!!!!!!

I'm gonna say it again - everything with Gyatzo is pure gold. I'm so glad they expanded more with him being Aang's first mentor, even after his death

Gyatzo trying to relieve Aang of his guilt over not being there for the fire nation attack ): It's something Aang really needed to hear and I'm glad it was someone who was present who told him that, not someone just trying to make him not feel as sad.

Aang leaving Appa and Momo in charge of watching over Katara and Sokka!!! So sweet

Gyatzo's monologue is great - how sometimes it feels like we'll always be alone, the only thing keeping you company is your own pain

It ties into every single character of the series and it's such a great through line - they're all suffering in different ways. They NEED people (even Azula)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

#natla #avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #natla positivity #such a great character work episode

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silentwhispofhope · 1 year

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*Slams Open Door* IS IT ALRIGHT TO ASK FOR A REQUEST ON SWEET SUGAR PLUM VASH?!

I've been wondering how would [Vash's relationship with an Intimidating but affectionate s/o?]

To strangers, they're scary but polite. To friends, they're shy and kind. To family, they're quiet yet sweet.

But in a relationship, they're the most love-drunk, touch-starved, deeply caring, easily worried of a partner.

Bonus: They learned how to fight, defend, and heal because lots of enemies fight them just because they're intimidating.

(Poor s/o, they just want love but they're too scary...)

- ( ^3^) Anon

A/N: Hello again Sugar Plum Anon! Yes, that’s perfectly okay to ask for XD This request does hit a little close to home though, since I’ve been told I’m really intimidating and scary when people meet me for the first time. I swear I have a lot of love to give.

Vash with an Intimidating but Affectionate S/O

Vash was unfazed when he first met them. He has met plenty of people who would fit under the intimidating category, but he could sense good/pure intention behind that aura.

When he makes the move to introduce himself to them, they are sternly polite, keeping a good distance between each other. It takes a while for them to warm up to Vash, but his clear persistence in wanting to be friends made them lower their walls.

Vash loves to see them open up around them, especially when he gets to see that rare smile that they attempt to cover up. The sight always makes his heart beat faster. It doesn’t take long for him to realize what his growing feelings are.

The dynamic between the two is quite strange. Just imagine Vash going to talk to someone, and the person sees the blond’s future significant other standing behind him like a threatening void. Too shy to speak up but very protective of their new friend. Very much golden retriever and black cat vibes.

Their threatening aura has caused some trouble before though. Sometimes they wouldn’t be let into bars or restaurants, and Vash throws a fit because he knows they’re a good person. He eventually has to teach his future partner basic first aid and fighting skills after a drunk soldier mistake their resting face as a provocation to fight.

He has to admit, he was very surprised the first time he saw them frantically checking up on him after one of his more rough fights. It was strange to see the tears streaming down their face. If an outsider was looking in on the situation, they would have thought Vash was the one comforting his injured friend.

Over time, tension builds between the two, and Vash would be the first to confess as his partner is too shy to do so. Once the blond does, the two are stuck together at the hips.

Vash is pleasantly surprised when he learns how much of romantic his lover is, and he accepts it with open arms. Whenever, the two are walking around, they’re always holding hands. If they’re in a much busier area, their arms always wrapped around each others like in one of those old black and white movies.

He also quickly learns how quickly bird-brained his lover truly is. Oh? What’s that? A shiny, tiny rock? Oh yeah, they are definitely going to give that to the blond. Vash loves the contrast between their personality and appearance.

Vash deeply appreciates his significant other’s kisses. It’s always so funny to see them run up to him, give him a quick peck, and then run away out of shyness. The sight always gets a good chuckle out of him.

#vash the stampede #trigun stampede #vash x reader #trigun #reader insert #trigun x reader #vash imagine #gender neutral reader

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: How about a Pregnant Donna x Y/N. Where Donna and Y/N are expecting and tells everyone but Miranda is delusional that Donna's Baby is hers and want to take it but Y/N gets protective and makes her back off.

Yeah! Soft mama Donna my beloved! I just love the idea of Donna as a mom. Very good idea. I hate that I always end up making Miranda the big bad, but… I love her even when she’s evil so that’s fine. In this one, I tried to make her a little more morally gray because I always find that more intriguing, but Miranda’s desires are dark, no getting around that T^T Let’s get into it!

You and Donna had been dating for a little over a year. You were so ecstatic that a gorgeous and sweet woman like herself was even interested in you, but… Donna had fallen for you from pretty much the first moment she saw you.

It was difficult getting used to dating a Lord. Donna’s adoptive family were definitely not happy about you dating her.

Ouch.

Lady Dimitrescu, in particular, is very protective of Donna. She makes smart comments to you when she thinks Donna can’t hear her, but… Donna has actually defended you quite a few times to her big sister.

Seeing how devoted Donna is to you makes Alcina come around… Just a little. You have yet to prove your worth to her, but maybe that could change if an opportunity presented itself.

Salvatore and Karl, while also protective of Donna and not your biggest fans at first, actually found that they liked you a lot. You go fishing and watch movies with them often.

That left just one other family member to navigate, and the most intimidating… Mother Miranda.

One of your very first memories growing up was when your parents took you to be “Blessed” by her. It’s a rite of passage for all children in the village. You remembered thinking how gorgeous and ethereal she seemed in her religious garb.

Miranda would always have a soft spot in her heart for children, considering how tragically she had lost her own daughter, Eva… But, she often wrestled with jealousy and couldn’t help but wonder if one of these children that she blessed over the years would make a perfect vessel to bring back her dear Eva. She had learned somewhat from her past mistakes and wasn’t as impulsive as she had been right after her daughter passed away, but the temptation to experiment and test her theories was always boiling under the surface.

Miranda, surprisingly, hadn’t been opposed when she learned of you dating Donna. Out of all of her children, she keeps the closest eye on Donna. Deep down, she cared for her adoptive children. She often had a hard time showing it, though.

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Donna had recently posed the question about starting a family with you. She had always wanted to be a mama and finally worked up the courage to ask you what you thought.

You blushed. “That may take me a few tries, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” (You get a cookie if you know what I’m referencing XD)

You and Donna had a lot of… Fun while working towards the goal of getting her pregnant. Lately, that’s pretty much all you two have been doing.

Soon, Donna begins feeling… Weird. She’s been quite nauseous and exhausted recently. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up, but she has never felt like this before. Could she really be… Pregnant?

About a week into the onset of her symptoms, Donna finally asks you if you could run to the apothecary in the village and pick her up a pregnancy test. (She would have been mortified going in there to buy it for herself).

Your eyes widen and you quickly nod before kissing her and running out the door… Without any shoes on. You may have been a little excited.

You bring back a few pregnancy tests, just in case the first one doesn’t work.

Donna nervously fidgets with her hands after you show her what you’ve bought.

You take her hand and give it a kiss. “Don’t be nervous, babe. Whatever happens, it will be okay.” You assure her.

Donna takes a deep breath and smiles. “You’re right, cara mia. I’m so grateful you’re here with me. I love you.” She says and kisses you.

The next few minutes it takes to get a result are agonizing.

Even the dolls can pick up on Donna’s nervousness. Angie and a few of the other dolls climb onto her lap and yours to snuggle. This calms Donna down a lot as she gently rubs their little heads.

Then the timer goes off and its back to the anxiety. Donna stands shakily to go get the test from the bathroom.

She freezes at the doorway, unable to retrieve it.

You chuckle and go in to get it and bring it over to her.

“Alright, let’s count to 3 and just look at it. Deal?” You suggest.

Donna quickly nods her head.

“Okay, 1,2,3!” You exclaim.

Donna turns the test over and you both look at the result.

You are greeted with a little pink plus sign. Positive.

You burst into a wide grin and Donna gasps and puts her hand to her mouth in surprise.

You give Donna a hug and she happily weeps into your shoulder. She was going to be a mama. She couldn’t believe it.

You two decide to wait to tell her family for a while. You don’t want something bad to happen after you break the news.

Donna loves to sit in her rocking chair and knit while she talks to the baby. She’s such a mom. She basically just tells them about her day and funny stories about you and the dolls.

Angie is a bit jealous about a new baby, but Donna makes sure to give her extra cuddles which help. She also makes Angie model the baby clothes she creates… Angie is less enthused about that part.

Donna’s already decided that she wants a big family and informs you that you both will be having more kids. That part kind of scares you, though.

Donna has had some… Weird cravings, though. Just yesterday she asked you to bring her some orange slices with peanut butter (Yuck). You tried desperately not to judge, but your face apparently told a different story.

“Do you have a problem with me having a snack, Y/N?” She asks in a low voice as she stares intensely at you, effectively putting you on notice to keep your opinions to yourself.

You violently shake your head and run out of the room. You fucking know better than to stick around when Donna’s voice drops like that. She’s been a bit… Emotional (Scary).

Donna is obsessed with looking at herself in the floor-length mirror in her room. She wants to know the exact day that she can see a change in her tummy.

This morning, as you read in the living room, you heard quite a loud squeal from the bedroom.

You panic and race up the stairs to check on Donna.

The sight that greets you is precious.

Donna is clad in only her bra and panties as she gently cradles her belly and tears stream down her face (She’s also been crying a lot lately).

You can see a small bump under her hands and your heart flutters.

Donna notices you standing there and eagerly motions you over. “Look, tesoro! I can see a bump!” She says excitedly.

You happily walk over and hug her from behind.

Donna places your hands on her stomach and smiles at you through the mirror.

She’s so proud of herself. It’s absolutely adorable.

You two agree that at the next meeting you’ll both tell her family.

The next few days as you wait to share are special. You both can enjoy just the two of you knowing. You’ve never seen Donna happier and it warms your heart.

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Finally, the day of the meeting arrives and you and Donna make your way to the meeting site.

“Oh, great. Invite more riff-raff, Donna.” Alcina crosses her arms. “Putting up with Karl is one thing, but these meetings are for family only, child.” She sneers at you.

Donna tilts her head to the side. “What did you just say, Alcina?” She asks in a cold voice.

Alcina’s eyes widen at the dangerous husk present in Donna’s tone. She gulps. “I was merely joking, Donna.” She tells her, trying not to sweat. “No harm done I hope, bloodbag.” She says and looks at you.

“See to it that it doesn’t happen again.” Donna says simply and makes her way over to her seat.

You try not to grin as you follow Donna.

The meeting goes about as boring as it has whenever you’ve been present. You feel your eyelids getting heavy towards the end.

“Now, remember from whence you came.” Miranda says, bringing the meeting to a close.

“Um, actually… Y/N and I have something we’d like to talk to you all about.” Donna says quietly.

Everybody turns and stares at you and her.

You cringe at the discomfort of being judged by everybody.

Donna reaches out and takes your hand which calms you significantly. “We have just learned that… I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.” She says, rather composed.

While Alcina does gasp quite loudly at this, the most notable noise in the room comes from Miranda… An unusual… Squeak? Quack? You don’t even know how to describe it.

You look over to Miranda and see she’s taking her mask off. This is the first time you’ve ever seen her without her mask on… She looks really young for someone who is just about as old as dirt.

Miranda lets her mask clatter to the floor and she makes her way over to Donna. “Yes… This is excellent!” She beams. “A biological offspring from someone who has already been given the cadou! Genius! Well done, Donna!” Miranda says and kneels in front of her, taking her hands in her own. “I’m so proud of you, my dear. This will be a most important experiment to see if your child will make a good vessel for my Eva!” She says and presses multiple kisses to Donna’s knuckles.

“Hey, wait a second!” You blurt out and push Miranda’s hands away from Donna’s. “This is our baby not yours, Mother Miranda.” You tell her.

Miranda’s eyes snap to you.

Alcina gasps yet again, but this time… She’s somewhat impressed at you for standing your ground and protecting Donna. She hates to admit it.

“Care to elaborate, Y/N?” Miranda says coolly and stands to her full height, fluffing her wings out.

You don’t back down. “This is Donna’s baby. She’s the one carrying them.” You tell her. “Now, unless you want to sleep with me and have a baby of your own to experiment with, I suggest you keep your distance.” You say.

Karl and Sal turn and look at each other before busting out laughing at what you just said. Even Donna begins chuckling, despite herself… Alcina just rolls her eyes.

Miranda’s eyes blaze in anger before she stops and thinks. “Well… I wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to that.” She says, putting a hand to her chin in thought. “Are you aware of any genetic disorders that run in your family?” She asks.

You grunt in embarrassment and your face flushes a deep red.

This time, Donna gets up in Miranda’s face. “Don’t even think about it.” She growls.

Miranda looks between the two of you and rolls her eyes. She can see this is a dead end.

“I still expect experiment reports from all of you!” She shouts in annoyance. “Don’t think I will expect less from you because you’re pregnant, Donna.” She says before teleporting away.

Everybody is quiet for a moment before rushing towards you both and congratulating you.

“You really showed her, alpha dog!” Karl says and proudly slaps you on the back.

“I must admit, I’m impressed at your defense of my sister… Good job.” Alcina begrudgingly praises you.

You feel like hell must have just frozen over after hearing that.

“A baby! I can’t wait to be an uncle again!” Sal blubbers and cries on your shoulder.

After everyone has had adequate time to process the news, you all say goodbye and disperse.

As you and Donna link arms and walk home, she suddenly clutches your arm tighter and turns to you. “You were just kidding about sleeping with my mother right?” She asks.

You laugh. “Of course, babe. I didn’t think she was crazy enough to even consider the idea, though.” You say, crinkling your nose in disgust.

Donna hums in contentment. “Good. I would have to kill you otherwise and I’d hate to do that.” She giggles and walks on ahead of you.

You blanch but nervously chuckle. “That was a joke right, babe?” You call out.

Donna just keeps walking with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I guess we’ll never know.” She says noncommittally. She likes to have her fun too.

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau

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glitchedphantom · 25 days

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Here's Niffty in my AU! I game her a name for her human form since (at least based on my research) she doesn't have a cannon one yet.

Speaking of her human form, I gave her a dark red and white dress with a cute bunny overshirt and a plaid skirt. I also went with knee high socks and dress shoes. Honestly, there wasn't much thought put into her human design. I just went with the flow. XD

Her demon design I did put more thought into. Seeing as it's a "magical boy/girl" type of comic, I had to kinda go with the theme. Now, Niffty is an insect type of demon, so I took the pilot design she had and created an insect inspired design with the yellow. As for the dark hearts on the skirt, I added them in cause cannonically she's obsessed with "bad boys", plus it's just a cute design. The swirly ribbons were inspired by the original pooble design on the pilot skirt.

Facts about Niffty in this AU:

-She is a year younger than the rest of the group, and therefore is a grade below tgem as well.

-She is pretty average when it comes to intelligence, however due to her disturbing yet childish nature, people underestimate her. And given her height, there are often times people mistake her for an actual child, much to her annoyance.

-She has chronic OCD, caused by both nature and nurture, as well as ADHD.

-During middle school, Niffty met Alastor, and quickly the two became friends, understanding eachother's chaotic nature to some extent. Nowadays they consider eachother siblings.

-Niffty is heavily into fanfiction, and will often go over to Alastor's house to write it, usually during his radio podcasts.

-She lives with her grandmother, who only speaks Japanese. This caused Niffty to learn both Japanese and English from a young age.

-She is a sadistic masochist with a love for "bad boys". This causes a lotta funny moments, especially when her collection is mentioned.

-Niffty is the only straight one in her group of friends.

-Even before getting her powers, she is somehow able to grab giant needles and knives seemingly out of nowhere. Only she knows where they come from.

Niffty next to the others so far:

#hazbin hotel au #hazbin au #hazbin art #hazbin hotel #hazbin high au #hazbin niffty #niffty #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #Hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin razzle and dazzle

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lostelfwriting · 10 months

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I started writing this as an anonymous ask, then I decided it's too long and I'll just make a post and tag you, and then I learned it's your birthday, so apparently, I've written you a birthday fic. XD Hope you enjoy! Happy birthday, @gabessquishytum !

[CW total power exchange relationship]

[Read on AO3]

Hob's body vibrated in excitement, but at the same time, his skin tingled uncomfortably. Today. Dream had promised that he would let Hob cum today, if he was good.

Hob had been good. He was always good. Even when Dream put him through impossible tasks, he did his best to be good. He took his punishments and thanked his master and lovingly kissed every inch of his skin that he was allowed to. He soaked up Dream's love and returned it tenfold, or at least tried to.

But being good was a whole another thing, not just adoration. Being good meant obeying harsh rules and being perfect in a way that not even the dreamkin that Dream had personally created manage. Of course, Hob would never truly disappoint Dream, but he would often meet a sigh and a shake of a head, a frown on a beloved face, when he broke and failed yet again only to receive his punishment with excitement, almost grinning through the sting of a spanking when Dream looked at him like he was something precious.

Today, the stakes were higher than some punishment. Hob could count the number of orgasms that he had in the 4 years he had been Dream's plaything on his fingers, and he would still have a few to spare. Sometimes, Dream would act like he would let him cum only to change his mind at the last moment, giving Hob an unsatisfying, painful ruined orgasm. Those were almost more frustrating than the months and months of denial, which was saying a lot when Hob had to wait for his first orgasm with Dream for 13 months. Yes, for the whole first year of their arrangement he was made to wear a cock cage that was never taken off for anything but cleaning.

Shaking the nostalgia off, Hob walked into the throne room. He had already gotten through the morning routine and breakfast without trouble, but the day was still mostly ahead of them. The tingling of his skin intensified as his mind ran through all the things that he could mess up. It's not like he cared about cumming so much that he would break down if he didn't get to cum tonight – he cared about the submission and serving his master more than his bodily pleasure, and the pleasure that obeying his much more powerful beloved brought him was unlike any other – but he didn't want to disappoint. Dream looked like he had something great planned when he talked to Hob this morning, all casual and regal even as Hob was choking on his cock, taking care of his morning arousal. And Hob didn't want to ruin those plans.

The deep voice of his master reached through the fog of his worry and almost startled him. "Come, pet, kneel beside me. I will be holding audience for the next few hours and I want my treasure displayed."

Hob rushed to obey. But that was a mistake. He only managed to take one step before he tripped over his own foot and planted his face on the stone floor. To his horror, Dream quickly stood from his throne and walked over to him.

"I'm sorry," Hob uttered as he tried to pick himself up from the floor. He didn't even get one arm under himself before Dream's hand wrapped around his upper arm and he was being lifted. Instead of disappointment or anger, there was concern on his master's face. "Are you alright, Hob? Did you injure yourself?"

"I'm fine," he assured, breathing out a sigh of relief when he remembered that tripping and falling weren't a mistake to be punished but a simple human thing that could happen to anyone. He needed to stop letting his anxiety get the better of him.

Dream's face furrowed in deeper concern as he studied his plaything's expression, hand still supporting Hob's weight even though he was fine standing on his own. "Lucienne," he said eventually, addressing the royal librarian and advisor who Hob didn't notice was in the room because he never paid attention to anything but his master, "tell the people that I will not be holding audience today. I will not be disturbed for the rest of the day." With that, he led Hob away, heading to Dream's chambers.

A short but tense walk later, where the only sounds were their steps – Dream's boots and Hob's bare feet – and Hob's nervous swallows, he found himself being pushed gently but insistently on Dream's bed. While that was familiar enough, it didn't make him any less nervous, so he got the courage to speak up. "Master? My lord, did I—?"

"Hush," Dream silenced him. In no time at all, Hob was tied up spread eagle with silk ropes on top of the softest sheets a human mind could comprehend. Dream sat down by his side and placed a cool, gentle hand on Hob's face. "You are not feeling well," he noted knowingly.

"I'm sorry," Hob said, because denying it would be lying. He wondered if he was going through a drop – they had dealt with those in the past, three or four times – but no, this felt different.

"Do not apologize. I will take care of you now," Dream declared, standing up to rifle through the chest where he kept his favourite tools to use on Hob. Hob wasn't sure how any of that would help if he was sick, but he didn't question it.

"Is it worry that is plaguing you?" Dream asked, holding a vial of oil and nothing else in his hands. "Do you still doubt your worth?"

Dream always surprised him when he did that. Hob blinked, nodding dumbly. "I— Yes," he admitted. He often forgot that Dream was as obsessed with him as he was with Dream, and just as much in love. It seemed like an impossible thing, the two of them leagues apart and yet. At Dream's nod, he continued. "I didn't want to disappoint you today."

Dream nodded again and returned to the bed, tightening the ropes so Hob wouldn't be able to move an inch. "You would never disappoint me, my treasure," he said as he worked. "You are good. You are perfect. But…" he admired his work for a minute, eyes tracing Hob's straining muscles hungrily. "I will ease your mind. You will receive your reward early, right now."

Hob's eyes widened. "I will get to cum? It won't be ruined?" he asked, just to be sure nothing changed. Of course, Dream could – and many times in the past did – go back on his word or change his mind, and Hob wouldn't be able to do anything but shake and sob as he was denied physical pleasure yet again while his mind melted in bliss at being so thoroughly owned. But it didn't seem like one of those days, and the image of Dream's genuine concern was still fresh in his mind.

"Yes, Hob," Dream nodded, a small, dangerous smirk spreading on his lips. "You will be allowed to cum. You do not need to hold back or wait for a permission. I will make you cum. As many times as you can."

Hob gulped. As many times as you can rang through his head over and over. He had no doubt that when Dream was done with him deep into the night, many, many hours from now, he would no longer be able to count the number of the orgasms that he had in the past four years on his fingers, even if he used his toes too.

"Yes, please," he whispered, voice rough. Dream was getting ready to ruin him. And he would enjoy every second of it.

#dreamling #nsft #cw tpe relationship #my writing

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popopretty · 2 years

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BSD Chapter 102

Chapter’s name is Jingaimakyou – The first part (roughly translated to “mysterious place out of the human world”). Not sure if it is done on purpose but author Oguri Mushitarou wrote a novel of the same name.

We have a change of pov this month, so we will have to wait at least another month to know what happened in the prison, but instead we get to learn a lot about Bram in this new chapter, and also Bram and Aya interactions are the cutest <3

Please note that neither English nor Japanese is my mother tongue, and Bram’s speech is so hard to understand so I may make mistakes. Please let me know if there is anything you want to correct.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Aya takes Bram to a parking lot and both of them get into a truck of a laundry service. (Bram is like oh this wagon doesn’t have any horses XD). Aya explains to him that besides passengers, there are many other people working in airport service who go in and out of the airport every day. And the securities will not have enough time to check through everything here, so if they get in one of these vehicles and wait, they will be able to get out of the airport once someone drives it out. Bram praises her and Aya is like of course I am the ally of justice.

Aya looks at the sword piercing into Bram and tells him they can look for a way to pull it out together if it hurts. Bram says that it is stupid because once the sword is pulled out, it will release the devil inside him and bring and darkness to earth blah blah blah. Aya then asks him what exactly that sword is, and Bram tells her that the sword used to be human. Hundreds of years ago, when a skill user died, his physical body was turned into metal by the skill, from which this Holy Sword was made. That skill that remains even after the user’s death was the skill to fuse a “physical body” with an “ability”.

We get a quick change of scene here, where Atsushi hears Dazai’s voice calling out for him, telling him to wake up because there is no time. Then he opens his eyes to find himself being tied up in a (supposedly) torture room with Teruko staring at him.

Back to Bram and Aya, Bram continues to explain that the sword has the power to connect the “physical/material” and the “mental” aspect of things, granting the power to control “skills” like a part of the “body”, a skill that goes against the law of this world. When stabbed by the sword, it will take its roots into your brain, and it will craves a holy mark on the person holding the sword. Right now, the mark is on Fukuchi’s hand, which means only Fukuchi can use his power.

Aya says that Bram seems to know about the sword very well, to which Bram tells her that is because he has been stabbed by this sword not once, but twice. There is a flashback of Bram from long ago when he and his kins’ heads were hanged on stakes, in front of a big army who are cheering to “kill the enemy of God”. And Bram was asking the soldiers to have mercy and spare the members of his fief, when one of them called him a demon and slashed his head with the sword.

Back to present, Aya asks why Bram is making such a sad face, Bram says that it’s the worry of the lord that the underlings can never understand. Aya stops him there, asking him if he is calling her an underling, and Bram tells her she is more like a horse because she carries him on his back and takes him around (xD). Aya says she would drown him in a bathtub and Bram somehow acknowledges that it is the way people nowadays worship their lord. Aya says no one can beat him at being a natural airhead.

Suddenly the top of the truck they are sitting are cut off and vampire!Akutagawa appears in front of them. Bram urges Aya to run away as quickly as she can.

The chapter ends here. Next chapter will be out on July 4 (JST). Thank you for reading till the end ^^

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #summary #spoilers #bsd spoilers #aya koda #bram stoker

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pageofheartdj · 1 year

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I just love how Collector treats everyone differently!

Well duh he is, everyone does this! But it’s still fun to think about!

With Belos he was like a partner in crime, all mean-spirited and intense! His friend liked mean games and he was too bored to protest and grew to like them too.

With King first positively excited and all over his personal space, but grew to be respectful. He can still argue with him, but it is never mean or angry. He always quickly reverts to being nice to him.

He likes Odalia, but he doesn’t listen to her at all and treats her, well, like a spineless parent for a bratty kid xD WE know she doesn’t argue much because she is afraid(although she probably learned he is not evil or smthng, so doesn’t hide her displeasure), but he doesn’t. He stomps his foot and demands to take his toys away xD

Terra is more like that annoying friend you don’t like much, but play anyway cause there is no one else xD He was annoyed with her, but kept around until she straight up insulted King. He was probably pretty lenient and patient with her before if she felt safe enough to snap at him. But then she made a mistake and attacked King.

Eda is a cool aunt, he adored her even without ever meeting xD Cause King liked her and told cool stories!

He didn’t like Luz out of jealosy but quickly grew to adore her too after he met her personally XD

#the owl house #toh spoilers #toh #the collector #king clawthorne #toh belos #Luz Noceda #eda clawthorne #odalia blight #terra snapdragon

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slaingelo · 6 days

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@indigoartistqueen i will not STAND for these allegations XD

but seriously, I'll put a detailed explanation below on how I draw so fast because it is a genuine thing that can be explained... like, I mean, beyond the autism and monster drinks

FIRST OF ALL I DON'T RECOMMEND DRAWING AT THE SAME PACE AS I DO AT LEAST NOT WITHOUT TAKING MORE BREAKS. do as I preach not as I do I am constantly straining myself and I tend to draw through the pain anyways because I love art and drawing so much and I'm probably going to get carpal tunnel before my brother despite drawing being his full time job. <- if you were ever curious on what got me into art, that would be it lol, I'm from a family of artists. that same brother is also the one who bought me the four swords manga when I was a wee lass along with the other akira himekawa manga that were out at the time. he's so epic.

ANYWAYS;

simplify your art style.

the art style i mostly use on this blog isn't my full effort or most detailed one, by any means. here's my detailed style vs the one i tend to use vvv

there's a lot more detail in the hair, and especially in the clothes. it's also actually rendered, while most of the other art I post isn't. on top of that if I do any shading for my simple style, it's always cell shading.

if you have a detailed style and you want to stick with it, you're not going to be putting out finished pieces every hour.

quick touchups for extra prettiness

so you got the lineart and flat colours of your simplified art. but you want more oomph

I went over my process before of how I colour lines and go about shading, and stuff like this is important in the sense of; YOU WANT TO FIND QUICK AND SIMPLE WAYS TO MAKE YOUR ART LOOK NICE. here's another effect I do often;

THIS ^ can add to soften the colours a lot. I usually do all my flat colours on the same layer in my simple style EXCEPT for the hair and eyes. this is why I do the hair separate!

of course I cut both the lineart/shading and the hair thingie out of the comic because it would take me a while lol.

HAVE FUN

if there's something you don't like drawing find out why and change it. otherwise you're going to get burnt out or take a lot longer to draw than you'd like because you're struggling with that one thing. or both.

it's the reason my lineart is thick. I dislike doing thin lineart, so it takes me a very long time to do it. solution is to simply do thick lineart.

PEN DOODLE !!!!!!!

the way I found my simple style to begin with was through pen doodling. by not being able to erase your mistakes, and continuously drawing like that anyways, your sketching process will be sped up significantly. it will help you cut out steps that aren't necessary and let you find new ways to styalise things quickly and simply.

here's actually a pen doodle I did of force gem!shadow a few days ago with no pencil sketch in I think about 10 minutes if not less. I think that out of all of these pieces of advice, this is the BIGGEST one to help you learn how to draw fast.

being able to do this translates to very fast sketches that you don't need to touch up much to do lineart over. here's my sketches for the art I had at the start of this, for big example

generally though I do a sketch like this one here for the pose in a similar way to how I pen doodle with minimum erasing, and then a second one over top of it to adjust the pose and add clothes/hair/ect

I HOPE THIS IS INTERESTING AND HELPFUL MAYBE ?! THANKS FOR READING AND THE SUPPORT

#art process #my art #original

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celestiarambles · 4 months

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Hitmen Have Feelings Too

Hii this is my contribution to JoMarina Week 2024! I'm posting this now because it's actually January 6 here in my country xD

Just a disclaimer, I have never been to a bar nor to India, so what happens in this one-shot may or may not be accurate

I apologize for any mistakes in the chapter. I hope you enjoy! (I actually enjoyed writing this lmao)

JoMarina Week 2024 Day 6 - Bonds

Summary: When Carmen takes some of the Bureau members out for a much-needed break after the disasters in India, Marina and Jonah drunkenly bond with each other, making Marina realize that Jonah wasn’t as bad as she thought he’d be.

Also cross-posted on Ao3: Hitmen Have Feelings Too - celestiamirasol - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Marina knows how beautiful she is. Her coworkers tell her that everyday, and men would immediately tell her how smitten they are with her even when they just met.

However whenever she looks at the huge scar on her neck caused by the assassination attempt she survived years ago, she would constantly think otherwise.

It’s the only thing that catches her attention whenever she would look at herself in the mirror. No kind of concealer could even cover it up. Screw it. Once she finishes up her makeup, she grabs one of her scarves on her dresser and wraps it around her neck, adjusting every fold to make sure no inch of the scar could be seen.

“Marina!” Carmen knocks on her door. “You ready to go?”

“Just a second!”

After solving a murder in Bollywood, India, Carmen and Athena invited the Bureau for some drinks for them to finally relax after the previous events that transpired recently, but only her, Angela, and Jonah decided to come along with them. Jack wanted to hang out with Lars (even though Lars was busy with his book, The Flashing Light), Ingrid declined due to work, Ripley just simply didn’t want to and Dupont was trying to learn how to play cricket. Elliot wanted to come along, but Carmen didn’t allow him to since he was underage.

When they arrived at a bar in Mumbai (whose people were able to quickly pick themselves up due to the recent flooding), the place was decently packed with people, with performers playing Bollywood music, making its nightlife alive even though the sun was only about to set.

Occasions like this are rare for the Bureau due to the demands of their job, so Marina rarely gets to drink. She doesn’t like drinking on the job, for it makes her even more stressed. But once she gets the chance to, she immediately seizes it.

“We deserve this, guys.” Athena says as she comes back with Carmen, both setting down various bottles of alcohol on the table. “When I was still a cop in Pacific Bay, we would usually go out and bond with drinks after a major case.”

“I guess we just don’t do it after what happened with the chief back then in Spain…” Carmen sighed, pouring a drink. She then slides it over to Angela. “So Angela, what’s the deal with Lars and that book? Has he finally found that spiritual enlightenment?”

Angela accepts the shot glass. The golden wedding ring shimmering in her finger caught Marina’s attention. “I don’t know, I still haven’t been able to talk any sense into him. Ever since he started reading that book, he’s been raving about the flashing light. At first, I just thought that he meant the bulb in his lab was broken. But then I realized it was the name of the guru’s book!” She quickly downs the shot. “It’s like he’s been indoctrinated!”

Being the psychologist of the team, Marina would usually help and offer advice to her teammates as a friend. However, she couldn’t think of any sensible advice to give somehow. There’s a reason why she chose to specialize in criminal psychology instead of marriage counseling, after all. All she could say was, “Maybe it’s his way of coping after his near death experience?”

“Oh. definitely.”

As the coroner continued to rant about her husband (with the agents trying to butt in with some advice along the way), she noticed how Jonah, the only guy in the group, was only simply intently listening. Or he was probably trying to. His ice cold eyes stared off at the distance, swirling the liquor in his glass before downing it, then would occasionally pour himself another one. He probably doesn’t understand the topic at hand. Why would he? Marina thought. Based on her psychoanalysis back then, hitmen like him aren’t capable of basic human empathy. Would he even be able to understand the concept of love? To her, they’re all psychopaths.

“Well, maybe we can leave early and you and Lars could have a date night together. We have the night off, after all.” Carmen suggested, smiling at her.

To Marina’s surprise, Jonah suddenly spoke up after being silent the whole time. “Yeah… maybe this time, you can properly communicate your feelings with him. It’s best for you two to open up to each other as a married couple, after all.”

“Well, I understand that the recent occurrences were traumatic to both of us… but I’ve tried my best to communicate with him. He’s been only focusing on that book he’s been reading. He wouldn’t even look at me.” Angela downed another shot. “I just want him to at least talk to me, tell me how he’s feeling…”

“We were all so busy with the recent disasters here in India, he probably hasn't fully understood what he’s feeling, so like what Marina said, turning to the guru is his way of trying to process things. At least try to understand that, and Lars should understand that you’re trying to reach out to him. Understanding’s the key to forgiveness, after all.`` Somehow, Marina could feel that Jonah’s gaze has shifted to her for a different reason. And whatever reason it may be, she didn’t like it.

“Wow Jonah, are you drunk already?” Athena laughed. “I didn’t know you could get so philosophical like that.”

“He has a side like that.” Carmen smirked, taking a sip of her drink.

She didn’t know that Jonah’s presence could annoy her even more. Why the hell did this blockhead decide to even come with us? She downed her drink and grimaced at how the liquor permeated in her throat.

After a few shots with the group, Marina decides that she had enough of Jonah’s existence and separates from them, heading straight to the bar. She called the bartender over, unconsciously twirling her hair. “Could you give me… a drink that could best describe how you think of me?”

During the rare occasions that they get to visit bars, this was Marina’s favorite game to play. She was enthralled by the raw, authentic atmosphere in bars, especially on how people wear their heart on their sleeves after getting drunk, in which they begin to show their real selves. She believes that everyone hides in a facade. And she was interested to know what bartenders would think of her so-called facade.

With a blush on his face, the bartender agreed and got to work, with Marina watching. After mixing and shaking the contents, he then poured a colorful liquid onto a shot glass, then he grabbed a lighter and set the alcohol aflame. “Sweet and feisty, just like you. And with a hint of vodka, too.”

Amused, Marina took a spoon to diffuse the flame. “Is it that obvious?”

“Your Russian accent? Definitely. It makes you hotter, may I add.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Oldest trick in the book. Once the flame was smothered, she downed the drink. She could taste the heat in her mouth, but there was definitely a hint of sweetness to it.

“How is it?” “Do we have a problem, buddy?” Like a menacing guard dog, Jonah approached the bar and glared at the bartender, holding a bottle of whiskey. Intimidated by his rugged look, the bartender immediately scurried over to the next customer.

Great. The psychologist frowned as the weapons expert sat next to her. She looked away from him, refusing any contact with him as possible.

But he insisted. “Hey.”

“Otyebis.” She muttered in Russian.

“So uh… why did you leave us?” His intimidating aura somehow dissipated, like this time he’s the one intimidated by Marina.

“Because I hate your face.” Jonah frowned and set down the bottle of whiskey on the bar counter. “Well, you never accepted the amulet I tried to give you…”

“That’s because an amulet won’t fix anything.”

“Well… could a drink at least fix something?” He grabbed Marina’s shot glass and filled it with liquor.

“Most definitely not.” She rolled her eyes. “You could’ve poisoned that.”

“Why would I even do that?” “You tried to do it once, maybe you’re here in the Bureau because you’re still out to get me!”

He chuckled in response. “You have quite the creative imagination, sweetheart. I shoot my targets, I don’t poison them. And I told you, I never miss a shot.”

“I remember that. And I also remember you telling me you purposely missed because you thought I was beautiful. What, were your previous targets hideous?”

“I-it’s not that, I swear!” Jonah blushed. “Normally, my targets are ordered to be killed because they’re threats. A danger to society. Take Omar Bahir for example, if I hadn’t killed him, Carmen and Athena would’ve been the ones dead. But you Marina… from the moment I saw you, I had a feeling you didn’t deserve to die. And I was right. You shouldn’t be the one to pay for exposing their crimes.” Unconsciously, Marina picked up the glass of whiskey and took a swig, the memory of her assassination attempt still fresh in her mind. How the bullet flew in the air in less than a second, giving her no time to dodge, and the color of the wintry blue sky in Russia as she laid helpless and bleeding on the Russian snow, too weak to call out for help.

As a psychologist and a criminal profiler, she would know whether a suspect was lying or not, the inner machinations of her mind, and a higher level of understanding and empathy. The Bureau only hires the best, and she is deemed the best in their eyes. But Jonah… she couldn’t see through him. Or maybe it’s because she refuses to.

Are hitmen really capable of having human empathy?

The funky and exotic Bollywood music overpowered the silence of the two as they took turns pouring and drinking their glasses of whiskey. Both of them didn’t know what to say, nor what to do.

Feeling awkward, Jonah scratched his neck. “I know sorry won’t fix what’s done… but I truly am sorry, Marina. I don’t know how to make it up to you.”

Then as if the alcohol began to take complete control of her body, Marina grabbed Jonah’s shot glass and she almost overflowed it with whiskey as she poured it. “You can start by taking a shot for me.”

“What?”

Her lips formed a playful smirk. “Hit or miss.” Jonah shook his head and downed it, some of the liquid spilling on his shirt. “Is that… all you want me to do?” His words were slurring.

“Ha!” The psychologist laughed loudly. “You’re already drunk!” “So are you.” He chuckled lightly to himself.

Suddenly, the alcohol made Marina forget her previous animosity towards Jonah. She didn’t know how long they stayed chatting drunkenly in the bar, but she was surprised at how similar they actually were.

“You actually took Psychology too?!” She was shocked, but her drooping eyes prevented her from expressing it.

Jonah nodded. “I actually planned to go to med school, but then I got enlisted in the army and then my focus just shifted. It actually comes in handy during hostage situations, I was glad I was at least able to finish it.”

Another conversation then opened up once Marina offered to check out the amulet that Jonah wanted to give her so badly. “So this thing symbolizes forgiveness?”

“Uh yeah, just like what that Dupont said.” She smiled. “I’m actually quite interested in cultural trinkets like these. It’s one of the things that I look forward to whenever we go to different places for missions.” “So… does that mean you forgive me?”

The amulet glimmered in her hands as Marina contemplated his question. “...Not until we dance first.” “Wha - hey!” Jonah had little time to process what the psychologist said as she pulled him to the dance floor of the club. She then broke away to shimmy along to the smooth tunes of the trumpets and drums. “C’mon… don’t tell me you don’t know how to dance?”

A smile slowly spread across his face as he awkwardly stepped side to side and bobbed his head to the beat, watching Marina drunkenly dance. Catching his lack of dance moves, Marina shook her head and took his hand once again. “That’s not how you dance…”

She attempted to spin him. Jonah twirled regardless of their height difference, laughing at Marina’s enthusiasm. “...that’s how you dance!” She yelled.

The two then laughed, jumped and swayed along to the music, their playful dance moves drastically clashing with the dramatic and funky mood of the music. Jonah then pulled Marina closer to him.

While the blood orange sun sunk on the horizon, the air became hot yet invigorating at the same time. Something seemingly put them on a high they can’t back down, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

Then like a magnet touching a metal surface, the two kissed.

It was like they were the only ones there at the bar. Marina closed her eyes, lost in the moment, while Jonah placed his hand on her shoulder, longing to get closer to her. But by accident, he made her scarf slip and her huge scar was now then exposed to the world. To Jonah.

Feeling the hot air turn chilly and breezy, Marina then pulled away to see her scarf on the floor. It made her snap out of the drunken trance she was in..

Jonah’s eyes widened at the huge scar, realizing where she got it. “Marina…”

“Get away from me!” She picked up her scarf and then ran away, stumbling a bit. Jonah didn’t know whether to chase after her or not, but he still did, worried that something might happen to her if she got away from his sight.

“Marina, I’m sorry!” “No!” Marina ran outside, where she accidentally bumped into Athena, whose phone was in her ear, looking a bit confused.

Athena lowered her phone and ended the call. “Marina, I was trying to call you -” “Marina, please, I didn’t mean to -” “NO!” Marina grabbed Athena’s hand. “Stay away from me, and never talk to me again!” He then turned to Athena for help, who just sighed. “Carmen and Angela headed out earlier, Angela wanted to try and talk some sense into Lars again… I suggest you sit in the front of the cab later, Jonah.”

Once they were able to haul a cab, Marina was the first to go inside the back seat, trying to distance herself from Jonah as far as possible inside a small cab. Frowning, Jonah did what Athena said and sat in front.

“So… what did Jonah do?” Athena asked once she was sure that the weapons expert was asleep after a few minutes.

Staring out the window, Marina contemplated how to respond. Both of them were drunk, so she didn’t know whether both of them mutually consented to that kiss or not. She didn’t know (or maybe remember) if they actually enjoyed the kiss. Marina wanted to hate it, but the foggy memories of the things Jonah told her about him, his interests, the guilt in his eyes when he saw her scar…

Is there really something more to Jonah than assassinations and murder?

For a whole week, she’d been thinking about it. Ever since the kiss, Jonah never attempted to approach her again. He would avoid her gaze whenever they’re both in the breakroom while Marina reaches for a bag of tea. He wouldn’t look at her during briefings or emergency meetings with the Bureau either. Whatever eagerness was first there trying to make up with her before was now replaced with hesitance and fright.

A cup of tea in her hand, Marina sighed once again while thinking about Jonah. It felt embarrassing for her to admit he has been on her mind ever since they kissed.

She knew she wasn’t overreacting, so she didn’t need to apologize. Any person would react like that if they ever survived an assassination attempt before. She’d even think it was Stockholm Syndrome given that he held her captive before, but no, she wasn’t like that…

Her previous animosity towards him turned into curiosity. The previous psychological analysis she conducted towards him was on her desk. It indicated her perception towards him as an aggressive, dangerous individual with volatile instability… previously, she’d immediately thought he wasn’t to be trusted. Her instincts were never wrong, after all…

However, he refused to kill her. He had principles, he wasn’t easily blinded by the money nor the task at hand. He could’ve chosen to kill her without any further questions, but he chose not to. And somehow, he brought along the guilt of almost killing her all this time.

Maybe there’s a chance I was wrong about him.

Knock, knock. Marina turned to her office door. “Come in!”

The door opened to reveal Athena. It made Marina a bit disappointed, hoping it was Jonah. “Hey, Lars is inviting us to the monastery since he’s going to renew his vows with Angela there. Wanna come?”

“Uh, sure, definitely.” Maybe it’d help her take her mind off of Jonah for a bit.

But it didn’t. As the Bureau watched the happy couple kiss amidst the orange rays of the sunset, it only reminded Marina of their own kiss. And why she chose criminal psychology instead of marriage counseling.

“I am so happy that Angela and Lars have made it through all these hard times, Athena…” She whispered to the agent beside her.

“Definitely. I hope their marriage will keep staying strong.”

“Me too…” She heard Jonah say, who was on Athena’s other side. “Marriage is hard work. It takes guts to forgive…”

“Speaking of forgiveness…” Marina spoke up and turned to Jonah’s direction. This time, there was no alcohol influencing her. It’s simply her own conscience. “Jonah, I've had time to think... about how you disobeyed your orders to kill me… Maybe I should get a better understanding of your side of the story... over some tea?”

“Tea? With me?” Jonah’s eyes widened, the blush evident in his face. “Uh, sure! Just say when.”

She laughed in response, hoping to bond with Jonah, their hearts finally on their sleeves. Without any liquor. “...When.”

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case save the world #jomarina week 2024

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darqx · 1 year

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Good afternoon! I have been your subscriber for a long time and wanted to ask... Do you have any updates and work on the Battle Priest??? I miss the characters from this project very much and I can't wait for a comics or a novel with them! (sorry for possible mistakes, I'm not an English speaker)

Hullo and thank you for sticking around so long AND aaaaaaa I am so happy you are excited for BP :D I have indeed been working on it when I can (though with a full time job my time and inspo is sometimes severely lacking |D)! At the moment a good 80% or so of the story is plotted out and I got bored of writing dot points and so also started thumbnailing on the side lol. Now if I can just keep it up!! OTL

Here’s a sneak peek in the face of my generally doing things quietly in the bg XD;

Yes I have this aforementioned little webcomic I’ve kinda been pottering away at XD It’s not out or anything yet though.

I think that’s partially due to Tumblr being rather bad at searching for stuff and that yes it is a little disjointed at the moment! |D (there is a BP tag on my blog which might be helpful though). I can’t really put that much about BP out yet since like a bunch of stuff I actually want to draw are IN the story and so I’d just end up spoilering a lot of it lol, so what I DO put out might be somewhat random. You can of course still ask questions about it and if I can answer it without spoiling something I will :)

I’d love to just ditch the first few pages at everyone since I’ve finished thumbnailing them and could actually start drawing it, but I’ve learned it’s so much better to have a good bank of pages so alas, we’re all gonna have to continue being patient whilst I thumbnail/work on it 😭

It technically doesn’t have one (I have consciously not made much ref to an actual date lol), and exists in one of those AU timeframes where some things from different years got shoved together. An example being the tech is reminiscent of the 90s but then there’s also some fashion from the 2000s etc.

In the lore of BP, there are technically (love that word lol) no angels so canonically this would be a moot point lol. IF angels were a thing, any mixed race would have the free will to either be good or bad (like the demons), and it wouldn’t affect much other than maybe they might have their own special abilities that could counter the demonic ones (like how priests do).

🤔 Hmmmm if i had to pick just one as a main it might be like (and this is expressing as opposed to receiving):

.D: Acts of service

Izm: Gift giving

Marcus: Quality time

Zeke: Acts of service (specifically, cooking)

Wei Ren: Words of affirmation

Rire: ...uh...i’m gonna say quality time

Well, a satanist would not be sanctioned as a battle priest so if there is one they’d have to be worshipping in secret cos that would get them unsanctioned pretty quickly. .D and the gang would be like wat. Rire would be like well...this is unexpected. I will let you imagine the tone that conveys XD

#mstislav-ronnberg #battle priest #answer #answer dump #sz #art #doodle

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daisysolovely · 1 year

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Aemma Targaryen 2

Aemma’s dragon

Hiiii, first of all, I want to thank you for all the feedback you’ve giving on the last part of Aemma’s story. I was so insecured and anxious when I posted it but your supports helped me tremendously and leaded me to this post. Secondly, this is another story about Aemma and her journey to claim her dragon. I hope you guys enjoy it and if you can, please let me know what you like or dislike about this story.

I think this part will help you understand futher why Aemma didn’t hesitate to take the hit that meant for Aemond and it will also explain for a lot of thing for the future part ( if there is any). It took place when she was a child. But don’t worry, I’ll writing the story taking place after Aemond’s event as well. This one just haunted my mind for so long that I need to write it down ASAP XD

This one is very long btw and I think I might not done it justic but I’ll try to edit it after.

Summary: Aemma’s insecurity leaded Daemon to help her and the only thing to sovles a problem in Targaryen’s style is...dragon.

P/s: I am not native English speaker so please forgive me if there is any grammar mistake in it, I’ll try to edit it. I am unexperience writer as well so feedback would be highly appreciated.

Aemma’s series: Losing an eye, A ruby eye, A Pawn, A Proposal

Anyway, enjoy~~~

Every since Aemma was born, she had been surrounded by darkness. Yet, she didn’t fear darkness like some did. She embraced it instead and found the silver lining in it. For instance, the princess took pride in her hearing abilities and often told her sister and father she could hear their footstep whenever they were near. And she would often reward with praise. Even her brother, Aegon thought she was a genius.

Aemma dragged her brother along with her to the garden. She loved hearing Aegon describe the shape of the cloud even though she might not be able to imagine it. She would never know what a horse look like or a bird look like. But she appreciated Aegon’s effort and his excitement. It filled her with warmth and love.

“That one looks like my dragon.” Aegon pointed out as he excitedly exclaimed. The boy’s dragon had hatched not long after his birth and he had been eager to talk about his baby to everyone.

But the prince quickly shut his mouth when he realised he had just hit a touching topic. Even at the tender age of 6, the boy had learned what he should say and what not to, due to the court’s influence on the boy. He eyed his sister warily, concerned about how she might react.

Much to his surprise, Aemma smiled and sighed in contentment. “I wish I could know what a dragon looks like.” She muttered. “They must be very majestic, aren’t they?”

“They are.” Confirmed Aegon.

“I wonder if Rhaenrya would let me ride her dragon with her, that would be wonderful.”

“When mine becomes big, we can ride together.” The prince suggested and successfully made the princess's smile wider.

Aemma loved Aegon as she did with her family. But during that time of her life, the young princess adored her younger brother, even more than she did her sister and brother. He knew how to make her day, say the right thing and all in all, was a great sibling. For young Aemma, that was enough.

The mention of the dragon, however, stayed with Aemma throughout the day. No matter how hard she tried, the cursed princess couldn’t forget about that conversation. That was when she started to notice things… or rather, words.

The hearing she used to pride in, started to betray her. The young princess began to notice what others had talked about behind her back, thinking she was out of earshot. And a seed of doubt was planted in her young mind.

It started with questioning herself…

Aemma was a Targaryen and proud to be one. But a Targaryen was known to bond with their dragon. Why didn’t she have one then? Was it because she was cursed? And why she couldn’t see like the rest of her family? Was it because her mother died giving birth to her?

Aemma couldn’t understand, and the young child didn’t know how to verbalise her concern. But the longer she doubted herself, the quiet she seemed to grow. You would think that with how doting Rhaenerya and the king were toward Aemma, they would pick up the sign immediately. That didn’t happen, however. Even at a young age, Aemma was skilled in hiding her true emotion.

The princess started to hate her hearing ability and wished under the moon for it to be taken away as god did with her eyesight. The princess prayed every night to her mother and apologised for causing her death. In the young Aemma’s mind, it was all her fault.

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The Red Keeper was celebrated for the third name day of the second prince, Aemond. And there were more noble arriving to cheer and attend the happy event. To everyone, this was a time for celebration. But for Aemma, it was disastrous.

The young princess loved her brother, naturally. But she was extremely overwhelmed with her surrounding, finding herself bumming into people more than usual and the noise was just too loud for her liking.

When people gathered, they talked as well.

“Have you met the young princess?” Asked a noble lady.

“Ah, the cursed one?” Another lady said in a whisper tone.

“Yeah, that one. The one without a dragon.” The first one said, her tone slightly mocking. “She kept bumping into people and walls, I’ve seen her tripping more than I could count.” The lady told her friend.

“What do you expect from a blind princess?”

“Honestly, if she wasn’t a princess, she would be downright worthless, wouldn’t she? Don’t even have a dragon and couldn’t walk decently to save her own life.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the topic of her marriage would become a burden for the King and the queen.”

The other snickered. “I doubt she could be married off, not suitable to be wife material, wouldn’t she?”

“One might marry for her money.”

And the two laughed cruelly, clerking their goblets to cheer on their conversation.

Little did they know, the mentioned princess had heard every single word they said.

Aemma’s face fell, she gripped her dress and whimpered slightly. The young girl kept telling herself not to cry for the Targaryen wouldn’t tolerate weak links. But her existence was a weak link and burden itself, wasn’t it? In her defence, Aemma had tried to walk on her own, and she did. The other day, she had just walked to the Throne room all by herself and her father even praised her. She simply couldn’t control herself sometimes… But they were right, she supposed.

How was she supposed to marry anyone? She couldn’t even walk straight… And she didn’t have a dragon…

Was she really a Targaryen?

Unknowingly, a tear ran down the young princess’s cheek, then another and another. Soon, she went full sobbing while sitting in a corner. She was surrounded by waves of laughter and giggling, a joyful and merry place.

Suddenly, the princess could hear a few heavy footsteps walking toward her and the train of tears stopped almost instantly. The young princess hugged herself tightly, preparing herself for what was to come. This was a stranger, she was certain as their pace was foreign to her.

“Aemma?” Asked the stranger warily. “I am Daemon, your uncle…” He said softly while kneeling at the princess’s level. Despite knowing her disability, the Rogue prince still looked into her eyes as if he was talking to a normal person. The only different thing was the prince was softer than usual.

To say Daemon was shocked to find his niece in the garden this late at night was underestimated. But to see tears on her adorable face? The Rogue prince was concerned, however, he was cautious about approaching her for they had never officially met before. He was exiled after her birth and he doubted the young princess could recognise him. Besides, the prince was worried about how she might react toward strangers. He understood that one could be on very high guard if they couldn’t see.

“Uncle Daemon?” She whispered.

Aemma had, of course, heard the tale about her Rogue prince. In her mind, he was a mighty warrior who went to war for their family and the best swordsman they would ever have. Nobody had ever informed her of the Rogue prince’s notorious reputation or how ruthless his personality could be and that was probably a good thing too.

Naturally, she was elated to meet Daemon. The princess had always wanted to meet him. Sadly, however, she couldn’t find it in her to greet her uncle with a gleeful attitude.

“That’s right.” The Rogue prince hummed softly, his hand going to fix her hair slightly. “What happened, princess? Did anyone do something to you?”

Despite his soft tone, the fire in Daemon’s eyes was anything but.

Aemma’s pouty lips trembled and she burst into tears again once Daemon asked. Her uncontrollable and sudden cry surprised the Rogue Prince. He went to caress her hair while not knowing what to do.

“Am I a Targaryen, uncle?” She asked out of the blue and caught Daemon completely off guard.

Why in the seven hells would she even doubt that? The man thought to himself. One with eyes could see how Targaryen she was, with perfect silver hair and beautiful violet eyes that resembled her sister, but a lighter shade.

“Konir sagon daor sesīr iā másino, dārilaros” That's not even a question, princess, Daemon said as his fingers twirled with the end of her silver hair. The Rogue prince chuckled upon seeing her confused expression. “Have nobody taught you High Valyrian, zaldrītsos?” Little Dragon.

Unexpectedly, the princess shook her head. She had heard her sister and father talking in the language before and Rhanerya even told her about the glorious tale of their ancestor and their origin. Yet, Aemma had trouble trying to learn the language, something that she was deeply ashamed of.

“How’s about I teach you some?” The prince suggested and he seemed shocked by his proposal as well. But it was too late for him to take it back now.

“Really?” The princess asked hopefully, her eyes seemingly glistening up.

“Yes, I will teach you and when I finish, you will tell me what troubles you today. What do you think, zaldrītsos?”

Aemma bit the bottom of her lips, seemingly to be deep in thought. Yet she showed no sign of hesitation, only an act of wanting to negotiate. “We got ourselves a deal, then.” She then smiled.

“Yes, princess, we got a deal. I intend to keep my end of the deal so I hope you will do the same.” Aemma could hear a hint of amusement in his voice and dared to say he was jesting her. For a moment, she wished she could see the infamous Rogue Prince’s handsome face. Aemma bet his smile would be very pretty.

“I’ll.” The cursed princess insisted confidently.

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For the next few days, Aemma spent her days learning High Valyrian with her uncle. And it was proven to be a challenge teaching Aemma the language. The princess blushed every time she couldn’t recall the word she learnt last time but Daemon, surprisingly, encouraged her and waited slowly for her to memorise it.

Even a few times, Aemma had improved tremendously thanks to Daemon, who was so proud of his niece. A part of the Rogue Prince was also impressed by how patient he was.

“Have you remembered the phrase?” He asked Aemma, the two sat in the garden, a knight observing the pair from afar. The Rogue Prince took a sip of his goblet as he watched the young princess mumbling repeatedly the phrase he taught previously. “Don’t be scared, we can learn again if you don’t remember.”

Aemma shook her head, a determined expression on her beautiful face. “I think I got it, uncle.”

“Sȳz riña, tell that to your father when you see him. I’m certain he’ll be pleased.” Good girl

“You think so?” The princess questioned nervously. She found spending time with her uncle oddly soothing, contradicting the impression she had from the tale about him. The prince was kind, and patient to her and the young Aemma was grateful for it. A part of her, however, felt guilty for spending all her time with her uncle. She should have shared him with Aegon, who she hadn’t met since Aemond’s name day. The young princess thought that her brother might want to play with their uncle as well and internally scolded her for being so selfish.

She shouldn’t hog him to herself…

“I know so, zaldrītsos” Little dragon. The prince suddenly cleared his throat and Aemma immediately raised her head to the level of his voice. “Now, I think it’s time for you to keep your end of the deal.”

Aemma dropped her face and fidgeted with her fingers. She didn’t know how to voice her though and doubt clouded the young princess. But she wasn’t going to break her promise… Her beloved sister had taught Aemma that a promise was not to be broken or she wouldn’t be trustworthy.

“Why don’t I have a dragon, uncle?” She asked, her innocence showed through her young voice and the naivety on her face made the question sound painful to hear. “Was it because I am cursed?”

Daemon clenched his jaw tightly. How on the seven hells did Aemma have this absurd idea? The Rogue prince wished to know the person daring to say such absurdity and he vowed heads would be rolling when he found out. At that moment, the prince successfully connected the dot and frowned deeply. “Is this why you ask if you were a Targaryen, zaldrītsos?”

The princess shamefully nodded. From all the days she had spent with her uncle Daemon, she saw a lot of Targaryen’s traits in him and the young princess admired her uncle, wishing she could be as mighty as him. She admired how confident he was, wanting to carry herself with the same attitude. To the young Aemma, her uncle was the ideal Targaryen, a model to look up to. But that would soon change with times when she began to see the world clearer…

Sighing, Daemon shifted in his seat and leaned to be closer to the young princess, his hand brushing through her silky hair. “I want you to understand that with or without a dragon, you are a Targaryen, it runs in your blood. Who dares to question it will answer before the Dark sister.” He said. “And you might not have a dragon now, but be patient. I am certain when the time is right, you will meet your dragon.”

“Really?” The princess bit her lips, she wished to believe Daemon’s words but her head kept denying it, drowning her in self-doubt. “But I am the weak link, will I even be worthy of a dragon?”

“You are not a weak link and you will never be!” Daemon shouted suddenly, slammed the table and sent the princess flinching. The Rogue prince took a pause upon the realisation of his overreacting, he sat back down and went to brush Aemma’s silver lock, tucking it behind her hair. For some reason, Aemma’s hair always rested messy. “Do you want to hear a secret?” The prince lowered his voice for dramatic effect and the young princess was immediately intrigued. She had always been a curious little thing. “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever known.”

The young princess blushed at the praise from someone she admired so much and beamed from ear to ear. She mumbled a thank you to her uncle, and appreciated his compliment as somehow, she felt so assured. Perhaps recognition from someone as strong as Daemon was that priceless. Even years later, she still felt pride whenever she recalled this little moment.

Needless to say, Aemma was over the moon. All of her doubts seemed to disappear for now.

Daemon smiled upon seeing Aemma’s reaction. She was a sweet nature child who had the purest soul he ever had the pleasure to encounter, a complete contradiction to her other sibling, Aegon who Daemon detested ever since he was born. The prince watched his niece, his head’s gear seemed to run restlessly until he clacked.

“Princess, do you want to ride Caraxes with me?” He invited the princess, knowing she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity. She had expressed her interest in dragons from the past few days they spent together, particularly in the tale of his adventure on Caraxes’s back.

So, Daemon took his niece’s hand and guided her to the dragon pit. On the way, he didn’t forget to warn her how loud the dragon could be and that she should stay back before he allowed her to encounter Caraxes. Aemma was eager, nodded at every instruction and her step felt lighter.

Caraxes growled loudly as a greeting when he spotted Daemon from afar, the dragon leaned closer to touch its companion. “Nyke jaelagon ao naejot rhaenagon someone” I want you to meet someone. Having the dragon’s agreement, Daemon went to get Aemma, standing closely behind her while guiding her to Caraxes.

Caraxes was sceptical about the tiny human at first, seeming to be on guard as he watched the young princess getting closer to him. But like any Targaryen, the dragon was soon to accept her, leaning for the young princess to pat his head.

Meanwhile, the young princess was smiling from ear to ear. She slowly patted his head, trying to figure out his form in her mind. And surprisingly, Caraxes allowed her to pet him as well. Daemon watched the exchange with a smile, but his stand was wary, ready to get in action if Caraxes decided to harm the little girl.

Soon, Daemon helped Aemma on Caraxes and the two were off Red Keeps. The Rogue prince had something in mind and he need confirmation.

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Daemon flew to Dragonstone with Aemma sitting before him, the princess couldn’t stop laughing the entire trip, and constantly asked him about their destination.

“It’s a surprise, princess.” He said.

The Rogue prince even allowed the young princess to take the reign and stirred it with him. He was understanding and encouraging the young girl when she felt timid and insecure due to her disability. “How about we do it together? How does that sound?” Suggested Daemon and earned himself a nod from the cursed princess.

The pair landed near one of the smoking caverns of the Dragonmont. Daemon left Caraxes behind while carrying Aemma in one hand, another a torch.

“You need to be quiet, alright?” The prince muttered to his niece who nodded in return and adorably placed her hand on her lips.

Aemma was curious, she had been the entire time. Not knowing where she has stressed the young princess out and she had to constantly remind herself to trust her uncle. He wouldn’t harm her, she would know if he wanted to. From what she had learned, Daemon wouldn’t even bother to harm her. Her chance of becoming her sister’s heir is little to none. Therefore, why would he hurt her?

If Daemon was aware of his niece’s thoughts, he would laugh out loud. Unlike what the court believed, Daemon didn’t want the throne to himself, not if it meant he would be chained down. Hence, he wouldn’t harm the little princess. Besides, he liked Aemma. That was a convincing reason enough.

The Rogue prince started to sing and Aemma recognised the melody almost immediately as it was the lullaby her sister used whenever she tucked the cursed princess in bed. The young girl perked up in her uncle’s arms, trying to decipher her surrounding with sound. It didn’t take long for her to a roar was heard from afar, scaring the young princess.

Aemma buried her head in her uncle’s neck while making herself focus on her uncle’s voice instead. This was terrifying, the young princess found and she wished to be out of that place immediately, especially when the loud noise hurt her hearing.

Slowly, Daemon put his niece down at a far enough distance from the creature, not forgetting to instruct Aemma. “Stay here and don’t move, princess. I’ll be back soon.” He said, leaving a kiss on her temple before moving toward the sound direction.

Sitting still, Aemma tapped her fingers on her lap, trying to stay calm while paying attention to the smallest sound she could hear. But so far, the sound of the creature Aemma recognised as the dragon was anything but. The young princess figured this dragon must be larger than Caraxes for the latter wasn’t as loud.

Why did her uncle bring her here? Aemma thought to herself.

But she was quick to know the answer. Aemma was picked up by her uncle again, this time, he moved slower until the two were close to the dragon.

“Vermithor, this is princess Aemma.” The prince presented the cursed princess to his grandfather’s dragon and watched in awe as the said dragon observed the princess in Daemon’s arms.

Slowly, Vermithor leaned closer to sniff the young girl, sending her to still while Daemon laughed, and assured her it wasn’t dangerous. After what seemed like forever, Vermithor nudged Aemma and placed its head in her hand when she offered it. Confusing at what had just happened, the young princess absentmindedly pet the large dragon, not knowing she was petting one of the largest dragons the Targaryen had.

Daemon contentedly smirked, “I thought so.” He said to himself, putting his niece down and watching the exchange between Vermithor and Aemma.

The moment Aemma was put down, she was immediately attacked by Vermithor. The large dragon nudged her and let out a growl as a greeting. “Rytsas” Aemma said softly, as she caress the head of Vermithor, a warm feeling ran through her, taking over every inch of her skin like a wide fire. And she knew… just like that, she knew she had her dragon. “Uncle!” She exclaimed out of joy.

“I know, congratulation, princess.” Daemon replied. “Now, no more doubting yourself?”

The princess nodded eagerly, beaming brightly.

Daemon had thought about the Grey ghost and the possibility of Aemma claiming the dragon for its soft nature. But the Rogue prince changed his mind. Aemma was special and a wild dragon was a difficult case for any normal dragon rider to claim. So, he thought about Vermithor who was growing tolerant of the presence of humans and more willing to accept riders. The rogue prince decided to take a gamble and brought Aemma here. It paid off, it seemed.

In the rogue prince’s mind, being dragonless was what drove Aemma to her distressed state. Therefore, by helping her claim a dragon, the prince successfully treated her problem.

If only it was so easy…

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Meanwhile, back at Red Keep, the King went feral when he noticed his brother and second daughter’s absence. His anger went spiralling upon the notice of Caraxes in the sky.

When Viserys ran to the dragon pit, he was in for a surprise. Behind the king was his first son, Aegon who was concerned for the cursed princess’s wellbeing and blamed him for not protecting her. The two didn’t expect what was to come.

The king and the prince watched in awe as Aemma sat on Caraxes with Daemon, and Vermithor trailing closely behind. It didn’t take much to figure out the situation.

Aemma claimed Vermithor!

Aegon cheered in delight, pride-filled his eyes as he watched his sister getting off Caraxes. While the king was equally proud, standing with his eyes heated up at the sight. Viserys never think there was a day when Aemma would be able to claim her dragon. It wasn’t because he doubted his daughter, but for her disability, the king never dared to dream of a day like this.

Under his watchful eyes, his brother whispered something to his daughter, causing Aemma to giggle. Aemma spun around, seemingly to be in search of something. “Father?” She asked.

“I am here, love.” It didn’t take Aemma long to figure out his direction as the young princess turned on her heels and moved quickly toward him, causing the king to walk forward, his arms ready to catch his daughter if she fell.

“Avy jorrāelan, kepa” I love you, father. The word came out of her effortlessly, giving the impression of fluency when in fact, she had struggled with the phrase hours ago. Once she said it, all doubt and fear seemed to fade.

For a second, Viserys thought he misheard his daughter and the man was on cloud nine. He took the girl in his arms, whispering sweet nothing in her ears while smothered kisses on her forehead. “Avy jorrāelan tolī, issa dōna riñnykeā.” I love you too, my sweet child.

They hugged for a second before the king left the princess to her brother who hugged her when given chance. “You have a dragon!” He said. “I am so proud of you, Aemma.”

“Thank you, Aegon.”

“But now I can’t ride with you.” Aegon pouted.

“I think I will still need some assistance.” Aemma immediately offered.

“I will do it.” The prince jumped in instantly, joy filled his tone. He was pleased that he was the one she asked, his sister obviously needed him.

Unknowingly to Aegon and Aemma, their brother, Aemond was watching from afar, hoping one day he could achieve the same thing.

Meanwhile, Viserys walked toward Daemon, his facial holding the same furious expression as previously. “You took her without my permission.”

“I don’t need your permission, brother.”

The King didn’t say anything, only studied his brother… After a moment of intense silence, he decided to confess. “But thank you… for everything you’ve done for Aemma. She is very happy thanks to you.” He said while eyeing the young princess who was gleefully talking to Aegon.

“No need to thank me, I only did what I wanted.” And what the rogue prince wanted was his niece’s happiness.

The two men were having the same goal and different approaches, Aemma’s happiness. If only they knew… that happiness wouldn’t last for long and never came back afterwards.

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gemsofgreece · 1 year

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I was spoke with an Austrian once in a bar and he was interested to learn a few Greek words so i tried to teach him some and i was surprised how quickly he could pronounce it even with some major mistakes.

For example the Καλημέρα he was saying it as καΛΗμεΡΑ and i told him the correct toning but also to "say it more smoothly" and then it clicked to me about our language.

Yes we speak fast and we are often loud, but in general the Greek language is smooth and calming when you speak it.

Greeks can tell relatively easily what the language sounds like more or less. Take any ancient text that gets too challenging for you to understand instinctively or immediately and recite it with your regular pronunciation. There you go.

In most language websites where the topic is asked, foreigners typically compare Greek with Spanish (Castilian), Italian and Latin in terms of phonetic similarity. I have also seen some people say it sounds like Portuguese and Russian, which I find very baffling. I assume those have heard some dialect, as I am pretty sure standard Greek doesn’t sound like Russian and I also doubt it for Portuguese. On the other hand, I get the comparison with Spanish, Latin and Italian, although I find the common story of Spanish people hearing Greek and thinking they forgot how to speak Spanish or that it is some very strange obscure dialect a little too dramatic. They do sound alike more than with other languages but IMO they are very very obviously different languages. They both have sounds that resolutely don’t exist in the other, for example. Still, if someone finds Spanish, Latin and Italian smooth or calming, chances is they would think the same about Greek. An Italian learning Greek said in a YouTube video that Greek sounds like Spanish with an Italian heart and I get this too, because the phonemes sound more like the Spanish ones while the rhythm is closer to Italian. But also Greek has a slight more crisp in it or “masculinity” if you will, that is more present in Latin than in Italian and Spanish. I personally would not call it a “masculine” language by any means but it might be more than Italian and Spanish. Idk do I even make sense at this point? At this point I have made Greek sound like it’s a Romance language but just reminding anyone it is not, don’t get confused. Greek has no related languages in its Hellenic branch so I am just talking about incidental similarities that mostly occurred due to geographical proximity or similar climactic conditions.

Weirdly enough, I am studying a bit of Finnish and I see some similarities there, way more than with Russian. They have some words like anteeksi, kaikki, mies that could totally Greek-pass. I know two languages couldn’t be further apart linguistically than Greek and Finnish but I can’t unhear it!

Regarding your last paragraph, again, the key characteristic in Greek is flexibility. The language can sound distinctly angry, mellow, scientific, romantic or scary, depending on the context.

However, one foreign comment I once read in language forums was the most on point imo. Someone was saying that Greek sounded nice to him but with an underlying threatening vibe and I have never slammed my fist on the table faster 😂 He said Greek sounded elegant but sinister, a bit like summoning a demon or being a mad scientist 😅😅😅 and I so agree with that!!! Smooth and calm while plotting your death XD

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loominggaia · 13 days

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razzek

If this doesn't end in 100% Itchy, those pollsters are lying. XD

niittinaatti

I'm gonna go with Morbus, putting your crush's wife in a coma and trying to persuade him into having her euthanized is pretty hard to forgive

kid-az

Boy do I regret not picking Morbus after remembering just what happened in Love Poison….. Skel is an ass but atleast he wouldn’t do THAT!

aveture

Ah I forgot about morbus and the love poison. Can I change my answer to that?

kid-az asked:

No joke I actually really loved Morbus as a character until Love Potion. After that all I want is for her cats to leave her and be adopted by better people and her being unable to find a cure for her outwards appearance being (Half) as nasty as she is on the inside.

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These are all good points! I think in the name of fairness, we should have a break down of each candidate's most punch-worthy actions...

Itchy: "Allegedly" fucked a goat, burglarized homes, mugged people at knife-point, calls people slurs, assaulted an elderly person unprovoked, various peeping-tom behaviors, straight up murdered a dryad once, stole a horse from a soldier.

COUNTERPOINT: He has poor impulse control due to brain damage, some of these behaviors are not really his fault. Once he understands what he's done wrong, he usually feels bad and tries to make up for it. Usually. He's very capable of love and empathy for others, he just doesn't show it at the appropriate times.

Lukas: Murdered his own mother, is verbally and sometimes physically abusive to his crewmen, almost axe-murdered his best friend while drunk, victim-blamed a crewman who was sexually assaulted, tried to goad Zeffer into suicide and then hired an assassin to take him out when he refused.

COUNTERPOINT: Lukas acts the way he does due to immense trauma, and he's fully aware that his behavior is unacceptable. Recently in the series he has expressed remorse and taken steps to become a nicer, more empathetic person. He takes full responsibility for the pain he's caused others and doesn't make excuses for it. He is ashamed of his nasty behavior and is trying to understand why he acts the way he does, so that he doesn't keep repeating his mistakes.

Gwyneth: Cheats on, takes advantage of, and abuses her "husband" Brogan, extremely greedy and miserly, regularly insults people for no reason, flirts with married women and tries to break up marriages.

COUNTERPOINT: Gwyneth has endured the horrors of retail for decades. 'Nuff said. (Just kidding...In reality, she was kidnapped by slavers and quickly learned that the world is brutal and unforgiving, so she fears showing any sign of weakness or tenderness towards others. Bad experiences in her life have hardened her. She was probably aloof to begin with, but the experience of being kidnapped kind of "broke" her emotionally.)

Skel: Racist, misogynistic, classist, arguably transphobic, almost abandoned his crewman Jeimos in a hostile territory, verbally abusive to his crew and everyone around him, general asshole behavior.

COUNTERPOINT: Much of Skel's bigotry is hypocritical, and it's apparent by his contradictory thoughts and behaviors that he's quite mentally ill. His actions are much kinder than his words, and he performs these kind actions in secrecy, as if afraid to show any kind of "weakness" in front of others. Much of his hostile behavior is due to untreated mental problems.

Frederick: Literally stole candy from a baby, physically assaults people (including his own father) to get what he wants, acts arrogant and defiant, bullies others for fun.

COUNTERPOINT: Frederick is young and most of these behaviors are a result of bad parenting on his father's part. As he grew into his teens, Frederick started realizing this behavior wasn't getting him anywhere in life and promised to change. He has shown gradual positive changes ever since, though he does still slip back into his bullying ways from time to time.

Morbus: Neglected her son in favor of her career, abandoned her family, sold harmful drugs for decades, fetishizes and sexually harasses male satyrs, acts sexually aggressive towards Che, verbally abuses just about everyone, poisoned Philippa into a coma out of jealousy, forces her pets to live in her nasty hoard, generally snotty, selfish, and rude behavior.

COUNTERPOINT: I think it's obvious that Morbus is very, very mentally ill. This woman has been spiraling into Hell for over a century, completely untreated, and all the fumes from her alchemy career probably didn't help. I think some of her behavior is just due to her shitty upbringing, and she probably is a bit of a selfish bitch at her healthiest. But I also think her more extreme behaviors are the result of sickness and trauma that were left unchecked for way too long. To her credit--and this is a big deal imo--she does display some empathy and usually rights her wrongs eventually...granted, she'll reach the point of nearly killing someone before she does, but tends to shape up at the very last minute and save them from herself. She also apologizes for her actions once her conscience beats her over the head hard enough, showing that she's not a total psychopath. Morbus is undoubtedly a despicable individual, but it's hard to say how much of that behavior is really within her control. She gives the impression that she's been fighting a horde of personal demons all her life...and she's not winning.

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