Welcome back to me being glad to see people react to my favorite shows. ✨

(also some updates for my blog and such)

Screenshot I took yesterday:

Screenshot I took today:

I know they posted yesterday but I was too busy cleaning my room, then afterwards I passed out.

I'll be able to see two of them, hopefully all three but I'm holding out until I get to eat hotdogs for the EEnE reaction. That episode especially got me craving hotdogs.

More, updates and such:

Also this was CeeAyeJay's video thumbnail before he changed it.

I'll admit I didn't remember what episode was after Trigger so I searched for the show on yt to find out and I didn't know it was the episode "Dumb". Glad he changed it to fit the episode.

Oh and my dad, mom, sister and I were watching Centaurworld and we are on the finale so we're gonna go to the store to get some snacks for it and such (not to mention hotdogs as I requested to my mom). I've seen Centaurworld before them so I can't wait to know how they feel about it.

I even played Kindergarten and now I'm on Kindergarten 2. Can't wait to play more of that game.

Also I'll most likely post fan art either in the middle of or towards the end of the months from now on. I've gotten a ton of ideas to draw for this month and I've only drew one thing, I feel like it'll be easier to post either in the middle or at the end of each month. Hope that's ok. Y'all probably don't mind but I'm still gonna say this.

Man how I love seeing people react to the shows I like. Special interest being watched by other people and you getting to know how they feel about it is great, isn't it? But anyway can't wait to see it all! Good day! 🌟✨👋

FEATURING ! shouki no kami/archon!scara x fem!reader

CONTENTS ! there's a short fighting scene, robot fucking, grinding, implied worshipping, mating press, masturbating in front of him, degradation and praise <3, choking, breeding, scara fingers appreciation!! (think that's all :3)

NOTE ! a gift for my bestie @yukiitaooo ‼️ just pretend that the joururi workshop is in inazuma btw for the sake of making this plot work 😭 and do read the synopsis since it's a bit messy. special thanks to yukii for proofreading this for me btw <3

SYNOPSIS— reader is a shrine maiden and scara's lover. she wanted to see his god form aka the vessel/robot and test her skills along with her newly obtained powers by sparring with him. she uses a sword/katana and has an electro vision given by scaramouche.

—♡

"are you sure about this?"

scaramouche asked with a sigh as he was carrying you in his arms, walking towards the joururi workshop, where the shouki no kami was situated within. you nod and lean into his chest, feeling the wind blow gently against the both of you. after some time, you reached what seemed like a small entrance cave which led to the gigantic destination in which in the distance you could see the small elevator-like platform that led up high. he held your hand as you walked along the long and wide corridors, guards and people around kneeling in their stead upon seeing their god, their archon, scaramouche—as per his set rules upon the nation. but you? he gave you permission to be the only exception in this rule of his, walking close beside him as you could sense the jealous wandering eyes of those around. how could a "mere" shrine maiden be worthy enough to walk alongside the god himself? people ask themselves in silence before the two of you finally reached the elevator that led to the main area.

he had already made the much needed arrangements to make sure everyone was unable to enter the area where the enormous robot was in. this was your first time seeing it with your own eyes, in all honesty. and of course, as soon as the main doors opened, your eyes widen for a split second. seeing that it was way larger than you had anticipated, looks like this was gonna be a rough fight. "don't be so nervous now..." he says in a low whisper, walking along the path leading to the machine. "...i'll be gentle with you." the subtle suggestive comment made heat rush to your cheeks into a faint blush to which he darkly chuckles to upon taking a glance behind his back at your direction. "i suggest that you prepare yourself for what's to come, my dearest." as scaramouche said those words with you following behind him, the doors suddenly shut hard from behind you, causing your body to jump in shock. he chuckles, back turned to you, before extending his hand out in front of him to channel some sort of elemental energy from his palm. you watch from a short distance as the shouki no kami slowly moves a few movements, scaramouche shuts his eyes before finally teleporting within the central control area of the robot. the atmosphere changes to one filled with tension as he maneuvers with the various mechanisms of the machine with ease as he lets out a seemingly psychotic laugh.

"bow before me, worm!" his voice had changed, echoing through the room loudly. with widened eyes, you summon out your weapon as you see him urging you to get closer.

"come forth! i won't hurt you... much." he whispers, voice in an alluring tone. you click your tongue as you witness how his cockiness is creeping up him again like always. you laugh shortly before sprinting towards him and skillfully dealing a few hits here and there with your katana, to which he just lets out a sigh, "you're doing practically nothing, mortal!" to your side you could see the arm of the vessel making its way to hit you, fortunately, you dodge it with ease. it's coming back but thankfully you have good reaction time and dodge that attack as well before landing multiple hits against him, using your electro vision as an extra source of power.

"oh? not bad~" he coos sarcastically as his right hand hits on the side of the platform hard, causing it to shake along with causing you to lose your balance almost instantly. you look over to where the sudden shaking of the ground from and see the large mechanical hand. your eyes for some reason glue themselves to the fingers of the vessel, thinking about how he could be moving then from inside. maybe the robot follows his own movements? 'but why does it look so attractive...?' you thought for a few seconds, 'his fingers really are just so... perfect though—' you then regain your composure and stop daydreaming upon getting hit by the reality that you were still sparring with him. looking up above you to see his other hand making its' way to crush you, you immediately raise your blade in an attempt to block the attack. the vessel's fingers were right on top of you, a faint blush spreads across your cheeks as your imagination went wild with sudden desires about him once again. success seemed to be on your side for now as you see scaramouche retreat his hand away but instead hits the platform again. you feel the ground below you slowly shatter until you felt nothingness underneath your feet along with your blade being lost from your grip.

a yelp was ripped from your throat as you braced yourself for the fall that looked as if it would be the last thing you'd experience in teyvat. with eyes shut, feeling the wind against your body as you fell from who knows how many feet high, you really thought this was your last day.

not until you feel your clothes getting caught in something. with a sigh of relief, you open your eyes and see that the shouki no kami was holding you between his thumb and index finger at the back of your clothes, "i've got you." he starts dangling you in front of his eyes as if you were some sort of set of keys that he was inspecting up close. "you look so vulnerable like this, so tiny." you whimper at his words as he toyed with you, "think that's enough for today." he declared, claiming his victory. suddenly, he placed his other hand below you before letting go of your body. when you dropped it didn't hurt but it seems that you had hit your clit somewhere on his palm, the unexpected contact made you moan out of nowhere. it wasn't that loud, it wasn't quiet either; but for sure he heard it. unbeknownst to you, he was already smirking from inside the control area, cock already hard within his pants just from watching your vulnerable body in front of him not too long ago.

as you try to pick yourself up and sit upright, you hear scaramouche laugh from behind. "was that a moan i heard? you fucking slut." the blush on your cheeks reddened even more as you felt a part of your dignity being stripped away, did you really-actually-legitimately just moan from that? "no, i-it wasn't...!" you defensively say while mustering up the courage to face him despite what you both know just happened. you can feel his sharp gaze and smirk at you through the metal, as if he was looking at an ever so helpless prey. well you kind of were the said prey in this situation. although you couldn't help but to feel aroused being on his hand knowing how bad you fantasized about it not too long ago. he brings his hand closer to his face to get a better look at you before speaking, "i'll have you know that i can feel your wetness on this hand. how perverted, lusting over me in the midst of a sparring session?" he teasingly coos at you. "now then, i'm sure you know what i'd like of you? go on..."

"touch yourself in front of me, in front of your god. i'm giving you permission to give in to your desires, take your chances."

hesitating to follow his orders, you look up at him with wide eyes of disbelief. but a part of you was convinced that you should just give in already. you want him, don't you? slowly spreading your legs in front of him as your fingers begin to trail down to a rather sensitive area, you feel yourself through the thin fabric of your panties, fingers delicately rubbing slow circles on your clit. "undress." he sternly says, to which you comply immediately. breathing heavily as you discard your clothes piece after piece, throwing them somewhere near. meanwhile, scaramouche was already palming his hard-on as his gaze was focused only on your form, taking in the sweet sight of you revealing your arousal once again to him as you continue to touch yourself as per his command.

he looks down at you from up inside the vessel, watching with interest as you pleasure yourself right then and there in front of him on the palm of the robot, your fingers rubbing at your clit at a faster pace. "do you really have no shame?" he asks before chuckling darkly, you close your eyes as to focus on getting yourself to cum quicker, but then you feel something large and cold against your entrance forcing your thighs to part. your eyes hurry to open and you see a finger from his other hand in between your thighs, "don't get shy now~" scaramouche says in a manner that seemed humiliating, as if he was mocking you, "grind on my finger, whore. you know you want to."

you couldn't help but whine at his words and the sudden temperature change between your legs. he noticed how you weren't doing what he had just ordered and decided to take control instead. he lets out a long sigh before slowly moving his finger back and forth, having his fingertip rub against your soaked folds, careful not to accidentally apply any sort of pressure that could possibly hurt you in any way—giving attention to the obvious power and size difference of your body and the shouki no kami. the sensation has you moaning out loud, voice echoing as if it were bouncing off the walls repeatedly. soon enough, you find yourself doing the work now, grinding against the metal until it was practically coated in your essence as one of your hands cup your breasts to knead it gently whilst the other rubs at your clit at a steady pace.

not long after, you feel your orgasm approaching already, breaths uneven as you continuously let out moans of his name all the while your body shakes slightly. but as you bucked your hips for friction—you notice how you felt nothing instead, your movements come to a stop as you look at him with pleading eyes. scaramouche lets out a small laugh as he saw your immediate reaction, he had moved his hand away from you completely. "oh, you fucking whore." he says with an intoxicating tone, "if you're gonna ruin this vessel, then..." you try to ignore his words as you focused on getting yourself to climax instead. your eyes closed shut as you start to desperately touch yourself a bit more aggressively than before. unfortunately for you, it didn't really seem to work. well, not until you felt something suddenly fill you up completely, your eyes opening at the intrusion. you gasp as you finally feel his cock buried inside your warmth, along with his thumb replacing the spot occupied by your own fingers that were on your clit as he pinched the bud gently, causing you to let out a moan.

"...i'm gonna ruin you as well."

scaramouche's voice was laced with intoxication as he spoke to you in a whisper. he then began to pound into you roughly, with long, deep, strong thrusts that hit all the right areas with ease as you screamed for him with each snap of his hips against yours. picking up the pace soon after, he began fucking you fast and rough, just the way you like. grunts and groans occasionally left his agape lips as he held your thighs apart. "you love it, right? you love how helpless and submissive you become underneath me~" he says before pulling you closer to him and repositioning you into a mating press, having you folded in half and entirely at his mercy before he started to pound into you once again—reaching even deeper parts of your cunt as he rubs circles on your swollen clit. "fuck, i'm gonna breed you sooo good. you want me to fill you up, don't you?~"

you nod frantically in response, being unable to construct proper words as the overwhelming pleasure takes over you completely. "so close... ah~ scara~!" you cry out as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot over and over again until you were a sobbing, moaning, shaking mess below him. "that's it~" he coos, "come on, cum for me. you are a good girl after all, aren't you? cum for your god." his words bring you to the edge as you cum hard, a pornographic moan escaping from your lips as drool began to drip from the corners of it. "s-scara—" "my lord." he cuts you off, correcting your words before he started thrusting into you again, knowing damn well how sensitive you felt, having practically no time to recover from your previous orgasm. "my lord-aah~! right there...!" you mewl out as he hit another perfect angle that drove you crazy, "tell me..." his hand suddenly went to your neck, fingers wrapping around the soft flesh tightly—not tight enough to the point that you couldn't breathe, but tight enough to make your head spin as his eyes pierced through yours with desire filled in them.

"how does it feel getting fucked by a god like me? having this much power and control over both your body and your mind."

"s-so good... hngh~ ah~!" your vision slowly get blurry as you feel yourself getting weaker by the minute. you feel his cock twitch against your walls, signalling how close he is as well. "you feel so good around me, fuck~" the grip he had on your neck tightens slightly as he groans deeply, "beg me to cum inside you." scaramouche sternly says, "beg your god for his seed~" he grins mischievously as he watches the tears that had formed in your eyes slowly drip down your flushed cheeks. "c-cum inside me, my lord—ahh~! master... m-my god~" you choke out as you feel another amazing climax about to erupt from you, "please~!" your voice cracks a bit as you said those words. not long after, he snaps his hips against yours one final time, making sure to be balls deep as he shoots ropes of his thick and warm cum deep inside your pussy, which had definitely reached your womb as well. "oh, fuck~" he moans lowly as he gently pulled out of you, gaze falling towards your cunt as he keenly observed how your mixed fluids drip out to pool below you, all over the shouki no kami's hand.

you try and relax your body, closing your eyes and just letting yourself lay there tiredly, while scaramouche watches your chest rise and fall as you pant heavily after the intense session. normally, he'd let you rest but that doesn't seem to be what he wants right now. you whimper and look at him with teary, half lidded eyes as he suddenly pulls you towards him once again, pushing his cock back inside, along with pushing the cum back and reaching further down your pussy.

"one load won't be enough to breed you, darling~"

Congrats on 250! Just found your account :) could I request “In the closet” with zoro?

coming right up, anon! <3

zoro + in the closet (afab!fem!reader, nsfw)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 1.7k masterlist

cw: boot kink??(i dont even know what to call it zoro steps on you), a bit of religious imagery, teasing, established relationship + soft zoro (bc i cannot help myself, you know the drill by now), zoro's rough on you during training (non-sexual)

tagging: @eelnois @ragethebunny @kaizokuniichan @sleepymarimo

Jaw clenched in frustration after another failed strike, you try your best to land on your toes and maintain balance—a feat that became increasingly more difficult the longer this sparring session went on.  Time had long since become an illusion, but the blood pumping in your ears as you stumbled made it clear that you were currently pushing past your limits as you try in vain once more to land a hit on Zoro with your practice daggers.

The two of you had volunteered to stay behind this afternoon while the rest of the crew restocked supplies and milled around the island you were docked at, with the promise that you’d be headed off the ship to deplete a local bar of their stock of sake that evening.  In the meantime, the two of you were sparring; your pulse quickened, determined to set aside the aches tingling through your body and bruises forming on your skin.  He’s easily evading your attacks, and you get desperate to make contact with him—using the last of the strength in your legs, you launch yourself into the air, aiming to land a hit with both daggers into his shoulders.  You’re quick, but his reaction time is quicker, and he spins around, whacking you right in the gut with his wooden katana and sending you flying.

The plush grass of the ship’s lawn softens your fall much more than the harsh wooden deck would, but you’re still winded and gasping for air as you land flat on your back.  Keeping yourself upright had given you the push to continue past your breaking point, but being laid out on the ground with your heart above your head made your limbs feel like jelly and a wave of fatigue violently crashes over you.  Struggling to move, you begin to push yourself up off the ground, only to have Zoro slam you back on the ground with his boot.  Placed strategically on top of your center of gravity, you’re left powerless, unable to sit up or roll away in your weakened state.

“Thought you said you could keep up with me today.  Look at you now.” he teases, pressing his weight a touch harder into your stomach.

“Zoro, let me get up, I’m not done yet!” you protest, trying to wriggle yourself out from under his boot.  Too distracted by your attempts to break free and land a hit on him, you miss the way his breath hitches seeing you writhe underneath him; he tries his best to swallow down the longing he feels and stay focused, affected not just from the sight of you squirming under him, but also from the way you’re still itching for a fight, refusing to give up despite being beaten and bruised—you’re just like him in that way, and it never failed to turn him on.

“Nope.” he says with a smirk, arms crossed and composure regained.  “You think an enemy would let you go just like that?”

With a deep exhale, your body goes limp as you look up at him, eyes sparkling with love and adoration, a dreamy smile spread across your face.  “Please let me up, Zoro?” you ask sweetly, trying to suppress a giggle as you gaze up at him.

Zoro rolls his eyes and stifles a chuckle.  “That only works on me.  Good luck using that in the wild.” he says dismissively, refusing to budge despite the way his cock was beginning to throb in his boxers.

You scoff, crossing your arms.  “It’d work on the cook.” you say, mischievous grin creeping onto your face.

“So would two circles drawn on the chest of a stick figure.  Hardly an accomplishment.” he says while rolling his eyes; something about the way he says it sends you into a fit of giggles, causing you to laugh so hard you nearly forget he has you pinned to the ground—until his boot moves downward, and the toe of his shoe presses into your clit through your flimsy workout shorts.  A shaky gasp leaves your lips as your eyes widen, pink flush quickly spreading across your cheeks.

“Changed my mind.  Sparring session’s over; we’re training your core now.” he says, demonic grin on his face as he watches you eye him in anticipation.  He bends at the waist and leans down slightly, getting a good look at the way your need for him is plastered all over your face, from the gleam in your eyes to the flush on your cheeks.

“You’re not going anywhere until you get yourself off on my boot.” he says lowly, pressing his toe harder against you, exhaling in amusement as your hips roll against his shoe.  Unbeknownst to you, that look on your face had worked on Zoro, it just didn’t have its intended effect—instead of letting you up, it only strengthened his resolve to keep you underneath him.

“What if someone sees?” you squeak out, hesitantly rocking against him, lust beginning to override the rational part of your mind.

"Better make it quick then." he taunts, letting out a soft groan as you give in to him, watching your body relax, inhibitions vaporizing into thin air as you grind your hips into his boot.

Walls spasming around nothing, your arousal grows as your hips find a steady rhythm against him, letting out gasps and soft moans as he repeatedly presses his boot deeper against your clit before slightly easing up.  Before long, you’re a writhing mess, completely consumed by your burning need for him that you have no qualms or shame about rubbing yourself on him on the deck in the middle of the day without reservations.

The sight of you squirming and stuttering your hips overwhelms Zoro, and he pulls his twitching cock out of his sweatpants, lewdly spitting on his hand before stroking himself.  Each gasp and grunt that he makes as he jerks off to you sends you further towards the edge, making your movements against him more erratic and desperate.

“Look at you—so needy.  Last night not enough for you?” he taunts, enjoying the way his words make you blush and squirm against his shoe, seeking more friction against your bud.

“Y-you’re too good.  Only makes me want more.” you stammer out, hips stuttering against him.  Eyes darkened, your gaze was fixed on his cock; a soft whimper escapes your lips each time his fingers catch on the tip as he strokes himself for you.  The heat creeping into your cheeks and tension building in your body makes your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the rhythm of your hips.  Zoro notices you’re close and lends you some mercy, pressing his boot the slightest bit harder against you; a few more snaps of your hips has you unraveling for him, head buzzing and body twitching and sprawled out on the lawn.

“You always look so hot when you come for me.” he says with a lopsided smile, removing his foot from you and dropping to his knees to pull your hips towards him.  The look in his eye is hungry, and you can’t help but smile wide in anticipation; your own gaze is still hazy and glazed over, still basking in the afterglow of your high.

“So messy.  These are soaked.” he teases as he peels your shorts and panties off; a shiver runs down your spine as the damp fabric trails along the insides of your thighs. 

His lips brush along your collarbone as he lines himself up with your needy entrance, brushing the head between your folds to coat it in your slick arousal.  He slips inside you in one fluid motion, breath stuttering at the way your walls pull his cock in deep.  Ecstasy runs hot through both of your veins, and the electricity caused by finally feeling the heat of his body against and inside you leaves your face tingling.

Zoro’s strokes start out slow and loving, but quickly pick up speed as he slips a hand underneath you to grip your ass and pull your hips up, burying his cock even deeper inside of you.  A whimper leaves your mouth as you feel him nearly kiss your cervix; he muffles your sounds with his lips, eager to slip his warm tongue into your mouth.  Swirling your own tongue against his, you moan into the kiss as he cups your face, keeping you pressed as close to him as possible.

The earth below you opens up and swallows you whole as he fucks you into the grass; the soft green blades tickle your ears as you find yourself feeling sucked into hell as you devote your body and hand over your soul to the demon.  Smothered by his mouth on yours, the drag of his cock inside you, and the warmth of his chest against yours, you can’t help but let the wire snap and clench around him, resealing the pact you’ve made with him so many times before.

His breath is ragged in your ears, and even in your dizzy and disoriented state you can tell he was close; his strokes were getting sloppy, and his grip on your hips tightened, likely to add another bruise to the collection he’d given you today.  With a muffled gasp and a twitch of his legs, he spills inside you; it’s hot and creamy and almost too much as you feel it start to drip out of you, even with him still inside you.  Panting and exhausted, he lets himself go limp on top of you while he catches his breath and comes down from his high.

“You did well today, lil’ demon.” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek and running a soothing hand through your hair.  “You’re landing more strikes on me, and your form was great until you hit your failure point.”

A content hum leaves your lips, sheepishly grinning at his praise.  “Gonna work twice as hard tomorrow.” you mumble as you lean up to peck his lips.  “I’ll catch up to you someday.”

“You’ll get there.” he says reassuringly, rubbing comforting circles into your scalp.  “Just don’t expect me to lag behind waiting for you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” you reply, giving him a soft smile.  He grins back at you, as you both soak up the love, pride, and adoration radiating from each other, intangible and too profound to be spoken in words.

There are dozens of unconscious, idiosyncratic actions you do that spur him to crave you, but the way you make him soft like no one else can affects him most of all.

Ooh! Maybe if they kids wear stuff to remember the autobots maybe the autobots can where stuff to remember the kids they were close to!

Oh my goooood yes yes 10000000000000000000000000x yes These are mainly for their Alt Modes but

Optimus is the most subtle, but he has one of Miko's little dolls as a mirror decoration in his cabin. For Raf, he has a little orange robot on his dashboard, who's comically large red glasses shake during bumpy roads. For Jack, it's more subtle, but he carries a small picture in a hidden compartment, taken by Jack after Optimus had returned to them post Orion incident. Just the two of them.

Bumblebee carries with him one of Raf's old toy cars, something he treasures. He's had help to fix it up and remake the controller to fit his hands. When he was bored, he sometimes played with it. Additionally after that one time they raced in Jasper, Bee has a 1st place ribbon hung from his mirror, in honor of their win that night.

Ratchet too carries a small little dashboard robot, which he vehemently denies to be Raf's favorite color. But no one can fault him for having it, especially after seeing how close he was with Raf.

Bulkhead has his dashboard covered in stickers from Miko, and even has some of said artwork show on his frame, which he bears proudly and makes sure to regularly apply a cover on to keep it all from scuffing in any way.

Arcee being a bike in her alt mode, had some minor difficulty figuring out how she would pay homage to her dear partner. In the end, her choice was very simple, but fitting. A picture of herself, Jack and June, that she had secured to her windshield and no winds could ever make it fly off no matter how fast she flew. Next to it, was a picture of Cliffjumper that the boys had dug up from somewhere.

Smokescreen was unsurprisingly fond of mementos from Earth, and after the time he and Jack spent together, he carries a keychain Jack totally didn't sneak him from K.O Drive Inn kid meals. It's of , appropriately, a race car with his prior paint job.

Wheeljack carries with him, a picture of Miko Bulk, himself and Magnus of all mechs, Miko in her Apex Armor. The katana he bears as weapons also now have a few of Miko's lovely artworks. And in a move that would no doubt make her proud, he started adding harmless dye packs to his bombs. Has made for hilarious reactions from his foes in battle.

Ultra Magnus chose to not bear any on his own frame, as protocol dictated unauthorized modifications to be reprimanded if not properly screened. But at the very least, in his files, there are reports of the 3 human allies, each given the proper honors of war heroes they had earned.

3:35 | aespa karina

pairing: karina x gn!reader 

genre: angst

word count: 0.5k 

warnings: descriptions of blood, violence, murder – please don’t read if you are uncomfortable !

a/n: drama mv has me inspired :D

The katana arched through the air, striking true. 

Their throat was sliced clean open, blood spurted out as the man crumpled to the floor. Karina had already moved on.  

You had to clasp both palms over your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a scream and giving yourself away from your hiding spot. The pain of your cheeks being crushed into your teeth was the only thing grounding you. The action was stopping you from breathing. You wanted to take in large breaths of air, anything to alleviate the crushing weight in your chest, but you feared if you even tried to inhale, they’d find you. 

Perhaps you should have moved, bolted out from the bar when you had the chance. However, you’d lost all control over your legs, completely useless sprawled underneath you while you stayed covered beside the entrance to the bar. Even crawling away to hide behind the bar proved to be difficult in your state, you were trembling far too much. 

The sound of glass shattering brought you out of your thoughts. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around your head as a whimper escaped your lips. Tears streamed freely down your face as you began to question every decision that led to this moment, how could you have been so naive?

You must look so stupid. 

The two of you couldn’t be more opposed. While you were a blubbering, incoherent mess, Karina seemed far removed from the fight she was winning. 

Every slow step she took was one taken with confidence. Her wide steps and straight posture emanated strength as she swung her blade around with unbelievable ease. Every attack was a point to her name, and none of her moves were wasted. Watching her fight was akin to watching the climax of a performance, it was difficult to look away. She didn’t even blink when droplets of blood landed on her face.

Instead, she turned around and drove her blade clean through someone's stomach before dragging it out. This time, you couldn’t stop the scream that left you. 

Karina’s gaze moved to you, slow and steady. Her eyes were half-lidded, completely vacant. Emotionless. 

When an attacker changed trajectory and made a move towards you, Karina was quick to stop them. You hadn’t even seen how it happened, couldn’t make any sense of it. One moment they were both standing. The next, the assailant was lying on their back at your feet, their blank stare looking up at you while she wrenched her sword out of their chest. Warm blood splattered across your face and your sobs returned. 

Karina observed you. As if to catch your reaction to the show she was performing, made just for you. 

Pressing her thumb and forefinger to the blade, she wiped the blood and let it splatter to the floor. She moved forward, her steps just as slow as when she was fighting before bringing a knee down in front of you.

From where you were crouched, it seemed as if she absorbed what little light there was in this bar. She cast a shadow as she clicked her tongue. That caught your attention, you looked up at her only to find her surveilling the room around her. 

With a roll of her eyes, she looked back at you. 

There was a glint in her eyes, the first real display of emotion from her during this night. 

“Now say it,” she said. “Do you still love me?” 

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: ngl this reads like an old indian movie plot, but who cares. also we deserve some cowardly and pathetic reader representation !! hkjashfka anygays hope you have a good day/night &lt;3

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

Worth the trouble (rottmnt Leo/Donnie x reader)

scenario 16: (Leo) B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something. prompt 44: (Leo) “Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.” prompt 19: (Donnie) “You’re bleeding.” “No kidding.”

summary: reader gets into a fight for a rare figurine and arrives all scratched up at the lair.

relationship: Rise!Leo & Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: mention of blood

word count: 1.1k

A/N: thank you sm for the redo of the request <3 hope you’ll like it! also this one’s in headcanons format because it’s a shared scenario/set-up!

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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For once in your life you felt like the social media algorithm was working in your favour as you got the ad for a rare limited edition vintage Lou Jitsu figure being sold at your local nerd store. You were scrolling through your feed like usual and almost choked on your snack when you saw it, and immediately got ready to leave your house. You would get that figure for your boyfriend, no matter what.

Once you got to the store however, you noticed the huge line. Luckily most of the people were there for other rare items that had just been restocked. You were pretty sure that the Lou Jitsu franchise had never been so big as for someone to come and try to snatch the precious figure away. You inwardly apologise to Splinter at the thought; if it hadn’t been for the turtles, you wouldn’t even know who Lou Jitsu was in the first place.

As it turned out, you were wrong though. The moment you laid eyes on the box on the shelves, you beelined towards it. To your surprise, just as you reached out towards it, another pair of hands mirrored you. You looked up to the stranger, about to counter them with a polite ‘I saw it first’ but the frown on their face made it clear that you wouldn't get out of this without a fight.

Now usually you’re not one to get physically violent; you leave that to the turtles, as they have actually been properly trained. That day was the first time in a very long time you threw some actual punches. The store staff didn’t seem bothered by it at all. In fact there were more than a handful of rowdy customers storming the merchandise and fighting each other.

You did land one punch to their jaw, but not without getting one to your face first. The important thing was: you ended up victorious. 

Hurrying to the register, you checked out and even got the box wrapped as a gift with a little bow and everything. The people on the street gave you some strange looks but you decided to ignore them, instead heading directly towards the lair. You just couldn't wait to see your favourite turtle’s reaction to your gift.

🔵 Leo

When you arrived at the lair, Leo’s smile immediately transformed into a frown.

He was obviously worried.

Because you have a black eye.

You tell him about what happened.

And on one side he was like: You did that? For me? 🥺

He was super happy about your gift.

Leo lifted you up in a hug and spinned you around a couple of times.

He couldn't wait to show his brothers and his dad.

On the other side he was like “I gotta teach you how to properly counter and defend”.

You pointed out that if he was gonna teach you to fight, might as well teach you to use katanas.

Since you found them very cool.

He got all smug at that obviously.

Asking you several times which part you find the coolest and don't you just swoon when you see him kicking butt etc.

You agreed to all of it, genuinely.

In the end he decided to actually teach you.

You were both in the dojo as Leo explained the basics of his katanas, adjusting your grip on them and having you hold them in different positions so you’d get a feel for their weight.

When he corrected your stance, he stood behind you and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him onto your back, which had you blushing and he knew it. Leo isn't shy about lingering touches that he played off as corrections but he was clearly trying to fluster you. He sneaked in a kiss or two as well.

Once you got the stances down more or less, he took a couple of steps back, having you repeat some movements with the blades, both defence and offence. Then he just looked at you, kinda lost in thought.

You were expecting him to correct you or make remarks about your stance, but he was just silent.

“Why are you staring at me?” you laughed, slightly embarrassed at the way his eyes roamed over you incessantly.

“Because I think you’re beautiful,” he said with a genuine smile. 

A furious blush spread on your face, and you almost let the katanas fall to the ground as your heart skipped several beats. 

🟣 Donnie

The adrenaline of the fight at the store and the excitement of bringing your gift had you unaware of your state.

But just as you were entering the lair you started feeling some stinging at the corner of your mouth.

You wiped over it, expecting it to be bruised.

But instead you felt something damp and warm.

Now you understood the looks you had gotten on the street.

You went directly to the lab, knowing you'd find Donnie there.

When you greeted him he looked up from his work, and for a split second he grimaced when he took your face.

“You’re bleeding,” he remarked.

“No kidding,” you deadpanned.

He asked what happened as he cleaned the wound.

You explained all you had to go through to get a certain object.

He asked what could possibly be worth all the trouble.

When you took out the wrapped box and passed it to him, at first he had a questioning look on his face, his drawn eyebrows rising in surprise. “For me?” he was quietly asking, as your gesture took him off-guard. 

Donnie felt a bit conflicted, knowing that you got hurt because of him indirectly. But you reassured him it was nothing and you hoped he'd like it. So he took the box cautiously, not sure what to expect. When he opened it up, you could see the roller coaster of emotions that went through  his eyes and you smiled victoriously to yourself.

The turtle thanked you, bringing you in for a hug and telling you how much he loved it, and that he couldn't wait to rub it in his brothers’ faces that he had this, and that you got it for him. 

“You’re the best partner ever,” he muttered into your shoulder as he hugged you again, and you smiled with a hum at his comment, softly swaying from side to side in his arms. He didn't let go immediately, though, so you stopped moving, holding onto him a little tighter.

“You really shouldn't go so far as to getting hurt like this for me,” he said in a quiet voice.

“Oh please, I can take a punch or two,” you retorted, pulling back to look at him and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Besides, you're worth it.”

At that, Donnie hugged you even tighter, and you let him hold you as long as he needed. 

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Batkids reaction to finding bruce and khoa making out would be:

1. Dick: Traumatized, offended, scandalized. Bruce shouldn't be allowed to make out with anyone, he's a FATHER. Would be forever mortified by the revelation. "DAD????? WHAT IS THIS????"

2. Jason: same as Dick, but later on he would actually be capable of teasing Bruce about it, and he would do it relentlessly. He would also threaten to tell Alfred what Bruce and his boyfriend were doing in this old wayne tapestry to get him to do what he wants.

3. Tim: "I thought you were too old for this 🤨" Would also proceed to construct a mind erasing machine for himself

4. Damian: He would think father is being attacked and go right into fight mode. Would try to slice Khoa open with a katana, and Bruce would be tempted to just let him do it and play along. The conversation after would be... something.

5. Cass: silently Traumatized™. Would get out of there real quick, undetected. No one would know but her.

6. Steph: would be torn between "OH MY GOD MY EYES MY SWEET INNOCENT EYES THIS IS SO GROSS" and Teasing Mode. She would make Bruce regret all his life choices.

8. Duke: he's leaving the city right now and refusing to speak with Bruce for WEEKS, maybe MONTHS

All of these on the same day is crazy 💖✨💝🌟

Them reacting to some of my favorite shows is awesome fr fr

100+ REASONS TO WATCH AND ENJOY RWBY

Let’s put this as simply as we can.

Now, I understand you’ll need further reasons to look into the show that was created by Monty Oum, Miles Luna, and Kerry Shawcross.

SO! Here is 100+ Reasons to give RWBY a shot, plus a resource list link at the end. ENJOY!

1) Sci-fi/fantasy show that balances the two aspects very well 2) Endearing characters 3) Deep underlying messages about the importance of human connection 4) Constantly improves on itself 5) Writers actually try to listen to what the fandom wants 6) Creative setting 7) Actually handles difficult topics, like communication, privilege, and the cycle of abuse in a way that is sensitive to the audience 8) Ending is already set, meaning the show is not at risk of selling out to corporate overlords 9) God-tier foreshadowing 10) Top notch fight choreography 11) EVERYTHING IS A GUN 12) RWBY unambiguously avoids Depraved Homosexual tropes - no evil LGBT characters

13) No surprise plot twists for the sake of shock value 14) The soundtrack Not only does it slap, bits of lore and characterization can be found in the series music 15) Character design 16) Symbolism and metaphors and hidden meanings abound Can make for an enriching experience if you have knowledge about color theory and fairy tales and historical/mythological figures 17) Nuanced portrayal of morality between heroes, villains, and those who are neither 18) Layered writing where not everything, especially conflict, is clear-cut and easily resolved 19) Portrays trauma without over-dramatization 20) Production values improve with each volume 21) Hopepunk 22) Female-Centric main cast All the “Fix-it” fanfics and “Rewrites” involve Male-Centric Casts and/or taking time away from female main casts to focus on male characters, especially male side characters. 23) No surprise plot twists for the sake of shock value meets Thanos snap. 24) Good bits of humor sprinkled throughout without being overbearing 25) A few villians that while irredeemable, are interesting to watch in how they act. 26) Masterpiece of a comedy spinoff 27) You can legally watch the show for free 28) Subverts narrative tropes common to both "western" hero stories and anime 29) Gender dynamics and expectations are well-balanced Gender  tropes subverted, and addressed directly at times 30) Comfortably addresses class warfare, alcoholism, and other "mature" topics in approachable ways 31) Corgi 32) Combat Skirt 33) Women get to have pockets and pouches... 34) Women not requiring a man to save them 35) Large number of POC portrayed positively 36) LGBT are neither creeps nor villains, instead the straight people are. 37) POC are neither creeps nor villains as a majority...instead the white people are. 38) The “White Male Savior” with the mask, trenchcoat, and katana is the villain, while the underdog protector of the lower-income is a POC woman who may or may not be lesbian. 39) Meaningful facial expressions (that is, the animators spend time creating mood and reaction to elevate the storytelling) 40) Main antagonist is a woman, as are several of the other antagonists and they are NOT ditzes or idiots, nor are they fanservice. 41) The women are as intelligent as the men, where most anime try to have men be superior than women for the sake of shounen, the women are equal to men in screentime, plot relevance, intelligence, strength, personality, etc....though RWBY tries to have the women take precedence. 42) Men are support characters with their powers, while Women have more protagonist superpowers. 43) Positive half-sibling and stepmother representation 44) Positive honorary family member representation 45) Gay shipping and Lesbian shipping is encouraged by the writers and voice actors/actresses 46) The Main female protagonist's blood-based superpower is not broken or OP and has limits. 47) Well-executed humor (usually, ha). Basically trying NOT to make it fanservice or toilet humor or cringe. 48) Creators at least try to fix its less than stellar/problematic parts, which is more that I can say than the majority of entertainment. 49) Female characters are complex and interesting, also for the most part don’t woobified female villains. 50) Terrifying Villains and Monsters There is a difference. V1-V3 involved Monsters , V4-V8 involved Villains. 51) Every Character is based on a fairy tale/myth/legend/story and looking for those breadcrumbs just adds to the show 52) Already said, but emphasizing the fight choreography and the soundtrack. If you love over-the-top video game style fights this is for you. If you love epic metal playing over those fights this is for you. 53) Plays with tropes and story telling norms to subvert expectations in the best way 54) Not afraid to have tonal shifts to tell the story they want to tell 55) Not afraid to have the heroes lose sometimes 56) And plot points have consequences!!! None of this "bad thing happens and 1 episode later the status quo is restored" 57) Emphasizing foreshadowing again. Things that happened in season 8 were foreshadowed as far back as season 2. 58) The main characters are proactive. None of this waiting around for them to get up the courage to do something about the bad guys. Don't give me the “manor tea” stuff, they were trying to recover, Ironwood had it out for them and would have shot them for helping while refusing to obey him. 59) The Main characters are smart. They notice things (and come up with really cool strategies) 60) At least one villain does NOT underestimate the main characters 61) Everyone doesn't let characters use false justification for their actions regardless who it is! Everyone gets a consequence that fits! 62) Soundtrack is LIT 63) Gay Gay Homosexual Gay 64) Because I'm still on this, two autistic-coded main characters whose traits aid in their heroism! Ruby and Penny...possibly Marrow Amin 65) Kdin Jenzen, a Transgender VA, plays May Marigold, a transgender heroic side character who does not get killed off. 66) Chaotic teens saving the world with the power of stubborn optimism 67) Opposites Attract Tropes 68) Goth Uncle 69) Goth Milf 70) Himbo Dad 71) Non-sexualized Catgirl 72) Cat Cougar Milf with Tea Tray defeats Bat Assassin 73) Panther Dilf 74) Blonde Brawler Female who is also smart and can work mechanics 75) Female protag uses scythe and cape/cloak 76) It Portrays several different types of abuse ranging from romantic relationships to familial abuse along with accurately portraying them 77) Shows how harmful Alcoholism is 78) When/If a a character dies, it’s for a reason and isn’t for shock value Penny cheated death once...she would not cheat death again. Ozpin's immortality is a curse, and he is truly dead, a ghost. 79) One of the the main-main characters is disabled and isn’t treated as/seen as lesser 80) Male/Female friendships are a thing and abundant Normally if a man and a woman engage, its shipping, not friendships. But with Naruto and Sakura we have friendship. With Ichigo and Rukia its friendship....now that is abundant friendship in RWBY. 81) LGBT Voice Actresses Voice LGBT Characters. Kdin Jenzen is Transgender, Arryn Zech is Bisexual, and so are their characters. 82) All Romantic relationships, heterosexual or not, are given attention and emphasis on their interpersonal relationships 83) Balances tragedy and comedy, there are SEVERAL episodes where you both end up laughing your ass off and crying 84) Never goes all out depressing, the message is clear, it takes it to heart, and it shouts it for all to hear. Sometimes bad things happen. But you have to keep moving forward. 85) Has a variety of characters, each with their own themes/allusions (e.g. Ruby = Red Riding Hood, Team RWBY = Fairy Tale Characters, Team JNPR = Crossdressing Historic Heroes) 86) Amazing Music that builds on the characters' motives 87) You won't suffer vision problems after watching an entire cast that's blindingly white (shounen anime in general) 88) Gay doesn't suddenly die to leave heartbroken love interest Straight and angstily going back to the white guy who killed Gay out of possessive jealousy, which is super romantic. 89) Partners of dead Gays, should a Gay die, will not obligatorily be paired with someone str8   90) Character designs reference various fairy tales and stories, so you can get things like Mulan and Thor being a childhood friends romance, Beast and Beauty being one and the same and in love with Goldilocks, and Red Riding Hood maiming Cinderella, who is evil. 91) Everyone; good, bad, and the minor characters...are all hot. 92) You WILL get attached both to the good and bad characters. 93) All characters have very unique designs that fit their personalities and fighting styles. 94) Emotional/Physical Abusers get killed AFTER being humiliated 95) The Entire Show is full of metaphors and symbolism. The backgrounds, character clothing, the weapons they use... it's fun to analyze! 96) Stresses the importance of just being a nice person above all other stereotypical morally gray anime tropes 97) The people who work the the show. Seriously not just the main people; I'm talking about all the unsung heroes who do amazing background and scenery to sound design, etc. RWBY has some of the nicest, most hard working, and supportive crews I've seen. And considering the amount of harassment the anti-fandom can throw at them, they take and handle it so remarkably well. 98) Every character looks amazing from main to one-off. How their outfits convey who they are so well and sometimes subtlety. Also how the creators and character designers make it so cosplayers can have pockets on their outfits. 99) No  stupid twists for shock value, the twists that do happen are foreseeable but executed in a way that is still shocking. 100) Enjoyable Comedic Spin-off far better written than Teen Titans Go. 101) Awesome weapon concepts 102) Awesome growth of story, plot, and transition of it. 103) People hate it when you have fun watching RWBY....is that not enough?

Need to come up with a list of good youtube channels next.

When i was 13. I came home from ComicCon with a replica katana from a tv show. Unrelated to the katana, at the time, i was convinced that there was a ghost in the house. After telling my mom about a bathroom light flickering off, i remember her being like, "hmmph," and then a few weeks(?) Go by, and Mom and dad sat me down and explained what demons could do, how they could possess me and kill all of them, and not know i did it.

They had me sell the katana (my sister out of the house bought it) until i got it back when i was 18.

So the logic is; Demon sticks to random katana at a gaming convention,WAITS for someone to take it home (couldn't it just, idk, choose or possess anyone, rather than the inanimate object) comes home w me. Does things that are easily passed off as "we live in an old house, that used to be a grocery store"

Upon getting it back at 18, bringing it home.

Guess what happened then.

Nothing. Cause it didnt have a fucking demon to begin with LMAO

Now i would love to tell my mom how my Satanic Bible, my tarot cards, etc have all been in the house this whole 3 years now and not one of us has been slaughtered by a possessed family member.

Anyway, i wanted to share that w someone who understands. It took me forever to get over that, "this is bad. Demons are literally going to crawl out of this." feeling u have ingrained in you.

(Cant forget to sit around and think so hard about Jehovahs face too. For good measure. God, I'm thinking SO hard.)

Lmao, I've had tarot cards in my house for years as well, without my parents knowing for the most part, they did find one deck when i was 15 but some strategic crying and telling them i begged for jehovah's forgiveness was enough to convince that i was just holding them for a friend who came and picked them up a few days later (then gave them back to me at school). I used to draw pentagrams and satanic crosses on my meeting notes. When I was 13 I actively tried to summon demons in all 15 mirrors in the house. The amount of shows and films I've watched that my parents were certain would invite demons into the house is insane.

I'm also pretty sure there's ghost activity (vases falling off coffee table they were in the middle of, a porcelain doll somehow falling out of my bedroom window when i left it as far away from the window as possible, flickering lights, scratching noises at night) in the house and while I would love to see my parents reaction to that fact, I am not in a position to leave home yet and i would certainly be thrown out.

Apparently a friend of my family had a jacket that belonged to their 'worldly' son, and whenever they tried to get rid of the jacket it would come back. Eventually they tried burning it, but nothing happened to it, it came out of the fire looking almost the exact same. To my parents that's enough proof that demons do posses things. Turns out, leather is extremely hard to set on fire and is a fire retardant material, and their son kept sneaking the jacket back into the house.

For people who claim to not believe in superstitions, Jehovahs witnesses really do love to choose demons over facts every single time.

Hi! I recently found your blog and I adore your writing, love it. So recently I was rewatching TMNT 2012 and deadass wondering how anyone could see the boys as “ugly”. Soo maybe the 2012 Turtles try and scare off the reader by trying to use their “ugliness” but it backfires cuz the human is just absolutely smitten with how stunning they find the mutant? Thank you for your time, and have a great day! Love your work!

[A/n:bro same, I mean even if they were accurate looking turtles they'd still be cute. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:you met the turtles and they try and scare you off but you are smitten when seeing them

Type:scenario:Turtles & male reader

Version:2012

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When turned around and seen the turtles, they expected you to scream and run away. But nope you sat there eyes wide and mouth open a little. So Raph did the one thing he thought when work. He pulled out his sais and acted as though he was gonna attack you, walked around close to you like a predator, hes watched enough documentarys about animals to know how to do this. But you only seemed more interested, and Leo seen what Raph was trying so he did it to, just a little more predator like. Same reaction. Now Mikey did sneak up on you and grabbed you, gently, and pulled up and Leo and Raph acted like they were gonna attack you. And still same reaction, but this time Raphs Sai was right there in your face, and Leo's katana was poking your side gently. Nothing.

"Guys, your embarrassing yourselves"

Everyone Looked at Donnie as she walked up to you.

"Sorry for them, their not use to humans not being scared of us. So why aren't you scared?"

"Scared? How come I be scared you four are stunning, like I've never seen anything like it well besides regular turtles"

The four were quiet, before Leo pulled them all into a group hug to talk to them.

"Look he's not scared if us, what do we do?"

"Scare him off"

"We tried that"

"What if we just befriend him, honestly it doesn't look like we have that much of a choice"

"That's perfect"

Now before any of the turtles could say a word, Mikey walked right over to you and extended his hand which you quickly grabbed.

"Hi, I'm Michelangelo but if you want you can call me Mikey"

They smiled at you.

"Well Mikey, I'm y/n"

Mikey put his arm around your shoulders and lead you to his siblings.

"Okay let's make this easier for you, these are my siblings"

Mikey gestured to their siblings, then stared at Leo waiting for him to say something.

"Oh right,

Leo extended his hand towards you.

"Leonardo but most people call me Leo"

You nodded before looking next to him, at the turtles wearing red. He signed.

"Raphael-"

"We call him Raph"

Raph had hit Leo just of the way he said it, all sneaky like its something only his siblings do. And because Leo cut him off. You giggled at them before looking at the tallest and last turtle.

"I'm Donatello or Donnie if you prefer"

You smiled down at him.

"Well you guys heard my name from a moment ago right?"

"Yeah"

"No"

Everyone looked at Leo.

"What I didn't! Unlike you guys I didn't listen in on the conversation"

"They were, like 3 feet away from us"

"And?"

You laughed a bit which caused you to get the turtles attention.

"It doesn't really matter, I'm y/n"

The rest of the time they were there was just getting to know you and you getting to know them before they left. And you went home that night noting knowing what you just did to yourself.

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[A/n:I'm so sorry this took forever, I really wished I could have gotten this out sooner and if I'm being honest I don't really have an excuse. Sorry guys. I hope you enjoyed]

my buddy had gotten me thinkin about twd and such and how i fell in love with it

my whole life i had a really bad phobia of zombies. just found them gross and rlly haunting, i swear i hated nothing more than that. My dad got me to watch the very first episode of twd with him because he insisted i’d love it. this was like, 2020 i think. right when covid hit.

i remember watching the scene of rick waking up in the hospital and him being in that dark stairwell with just a match nearly gave me a heart attack, but i kept on watching despite how scared i was of zombies. now i literally crave fucking up a zombie. just shows how much i’ve grown lol.

I was probably on season 2 when i got my stepdad into twd, he just sat down and started watching it with me one day. i remember telling him all of season one and how exited i was to talk about it.

TWD literally made my relationship with my stepdad grow, he’s my best friend now and soon we’re going on a road trip down south to see all the twd sets and other stuff like that.

Rick started off as my favorite character, then soon after that Daryl was too. Michonne is up there too, i even have her katana (irl and tattooed on me). I kinda caught interest in Daryl, and i was trying so hard to figure out why he was my favorite character now instead of rick. I rewatched twd and then i realized, it was probably season 3. the way he’s grown so much and was comfortable with people loving on him made me SO happy.

Daryl is still my favorite character, and right now i’m rewatching it with one of my friends during our spare time. She’s in love with Rick, and it’s so fun watching her reactions to everything that happens in the show. TWD is such a big part of my life, it really is a work of art, and a lifestyle haha.

To @nerishhellish : Thank you for your drawing of Princess Miya, I will hold onto the image forever. I'll preserve your tradition of privately sharing art and ideas but I wanted to post this on my blog and dedicate it to you <3

It becomes a game to Miyamoto, to see what he can get away with teasing Leonardo with. He will use any methods at his disposal just to get a reaction from the katana-wielding turtle. It's very easy...

2, 3, 7, 8, 12 for Mr Katana Zero

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Idk there's lots to love... I played the game again recently so you'd think I'd have a better answer for this but rn I'm just going to say the small and subtle reactions in his sprite art that he has throughout the game. They make him so full of life

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

His living space but especially his fridge. I understand it but also. Horrifying

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I honestly think a lot of the portrayals of him during teenagehood/the war are good... also the dedication to making him look really cool in terms of action in fanart. Full Confession drawings always fuck so hard

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Ship him with Fifteen in a way that completely strips both of their personalities away from each other. It happens frequently and it's always disappointing. Another thing would be when people use him as a self-insert for their power fantasies. You Are Not Katana Zero lmao

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Ah I think that his voice is kind of hoarse because he speaks so little... he's not a silent protagonist as you know but it feels like the events of the game were a sudden and wild increase in terms of social interaction

I keep scratching, but somehow I can't get in

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'Break his legs so that he dies in the next game.'

'What the fuck?'

The words came out of your mouth, clear as water. A visceral reaction to hearing Aguni telling that to Niragi. He wished you hadn't said anything, because everyone in the group of militants behind him turned around to look at you. Not him, although he did move his head slightly so that he could observe you from the corner of his eye. His body, however, kept facing the two people he was harassing — a young man, thin and tall, with shoulder-length dark hair, and an athletic girl with a pretty face. He had played a game with both of them long ago, Five of Spades. Kuina, your friend, was also sitting beside them.

Aguni had told you. And he had to hope that you knew why he was doing this; it was not the first time something like this happened, and sooner or later Takeru would come to save the day and put Aguni in his place. It was a way for him to… what exact words had he used? Establish dominance.

You had gone to play a game that night. And that's why he had decided to do this today, to scare the newcomers, to put on this show. He hadn't expected you to return so soon. He was glad, of course. Glad you were alive, glad he would be able to stare at your big eyes and wake up by your side one more day. He could do it forever. He would, if it depended only on him.

But he didn't want you to see this. To see him like this.

'You're not breaking that guy's legs.'

Fake it until you make it, people said. And even if you weren't afraid of the man you shared a bed with every single night, you did find Niragi and Last Boss intimidating. You had mentioned it to Aguni, many times. The latter because… well, what kind of psycopath walked around hunched over with a katana? It was pretty self-explanatory.

'Thinking you are Pyramid Head from Silent Hill and actually living to it is enough to creep anyone out.' You had said one night you were both standing in The Beach's lobby, pretending to shiver just by thinking about it, using it as an excuse to seek refuge on his arms. Aguni wasn't sure who that person you had mentioned was, but he had wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

'He's not going to harm you.'

'Oh, I know. I have you to protect me.' You had then given him a quick kiss on the lips, not caring if anyone was watching.

Niragi you just found unpredictable, and Aguni had to agree that it was the most horrifying thing about him; the fact that no one ever knew what was going through his head. The big rifle resting on his shoulder he had seen him shoot a bit too many times didn't quite help.

It was him, Niragi, with his tacky shirt and piercings who walked in your direction, stopping mere centimeters away from you. You were taller than most women, but you still had to raise your head to be able to look at him in the eyes. Were you pretending not to be intimidated at all or were you really that courageous?

'Ah, are you jealous the boss wants a taste of the new girl?'

Aguni had to stop himself from grimacing when he heard that. He was angry, he was ashamed. Panic slithered up his throat, choking him. He swallowed, uncomfortable, the muscles on his neck standing out.

He couldn't see your reaction very well.

He could only hope those words hadn't felt like a punch straight to the stomach to you. They had to him.

'What is it, Niragi? Are you jealous that I'm the one sucking his dick and not you?' You replied. Always with a sharp, venomous tongue, and a quick response. Never afraid to hit below the belt, as long as it served your purpose. Your nails were digging into the palms of your hands, the only thing actually actually revealing your true feelings.

Niragi narrowed his eyes. Aguni could tell he was conflicted — you were under his protection, he had made that much clear. He had got you a new bracelet with a higher number, and a bigger and more comfortable room, with a bed that not even Hatter had dared to take away from you. It was not like you spent many nights there either way; you were usually at Aguni's room, only going to yours whenever you had an argument he didn't know how to solve, or turn into angry sex. Which was becoming less and less common as he got to know you better.

But even if you were Aguni's protégé, you had just insulted Niragi. In front of everyone. And that wasn't something he would let slide easily.

His free hand closed around your arm, pulling at you, bringing you so close to him your faces were nearly touching. Aguni clenched and unclenched his fists. His muscles were tense. He saw you looking in his direction. Were you asking him to intervene?

'You're lucky you're so good at it, or you would be dead now. You bitch.' Niragi's threat could be heard easily, even if he hadn't raised his voice over the volume of an angry whisper. That's how silent the rest of the world was.

You let out a bitter laugh, throwing your head back. It looked like you would spit in his face. Like you would slap his hand away. Aguni took a step towards you both when he heard Takeru's voice. Just as he knew he would, eventually.

'Is this a fight?'

'Back off, Hatter. This doesn't concern you.'

Niragi let go. You rubbed your upper arm, pink lines appearing where his hand had been holding you. You scowled at your aggressor, taking a couple of steps back, clumsy. Tatta, one of your friends, appeared and held you by your elbow to help you stabilize.

Aguni looked at you. He wanted to ask you something, anything. If you were okay, if you were hurt. He could tell from your face, your eyes, your tight lips, you were not happy. But what you were feeling exactly escaped him.

Takeru demanded his attention, refering to him by name.

'And who is the boss here, Aguni?'

The military man had missed the conversation that had just taken place between Niragi and Takeru. But anyone could have guessed what it was about.

He didn't have to pretend to be mad, because that's exactly how he was feeling. Furious, irritated. Crossed, that his friend kept doing this. That he had forced him to play this evil, mean character in front of you, even after Aguni had told him how much you meant to him. That he loved you, or was starting to. That you were much more to him than an occasional partner.

He just stared at Takeru.

'It's you. Isn't it?'

'Go take a shower.'

Aguni just left, after stealing a sideway glance at you. Hoping you would follow, begging you to. It seemed you knew him well by then, because that was exactly what you did.

You walked right behind him to his bedroom, closing the door once both of you were inside.

'What were you thinking!? What if Niragi had actually broken up that guy's legs!?'

'Are you okay? Did he hurt you?'

You looked surprised by his question. You lifted your arm, so that Aguni could see the marks Niragi's grip had left on it. He got closer to you, tentatively, almost scared, not wanting you to run off, as one would approach a street cat.

You didn't move.

'No, Aguni, I'm fine.' You finally whispered, your voice breaking when you pronounced his name.

Aguni had seen you fuming, full of wrath, even. Had seen you crying, yelling, screaming and shouting. But he had never seen you looking so sad, so miserable. He took you into his arms. It took a few seconds, but you hugged him back.

'I'm sorry.'

You didn't reply. You just buried your face in his chest. You didn't cry either. It made him feel worse, this lack of an emotional response. This apathy.

You let go after what seemed like an eternity, flashing him one of those crooked smiles of yours. One without much joy in it.

'You didn't mean any of that, right?'

'I didn't. Takeru…'

'I know, I know. Can I ask you something?'

'Anything.'

'Isn't he going too far? Chishiya showed me that container… where you guys drop the corpses. He told me Hatter had killed some of those men himself.'

Aguni couldn't lie to you, so he told you everything. He told you about Takeru becoming more and more deranged each passing day. About how he had found him doing exactly that, killing some of the residents of The Beach with his bare fists because they had hidden their cards from him.

He confessed how desperate he really was. How scared. He was losing his best friend, the only person who had been there for him through thick and thin. His ride or die. The person who meant the most to him in this world.

You listened. You nodded. You held him. You wiped the tear that run down his cheek. You whispered reassuring words. You kissed him.

You didn't say anything until you were sure he had finished.

'I'm here. You're not alone. I don't know how to fix this but… we are in this together, okay? We will find a way.'

'I love you.'

He couldn't help himself. The fact that you had used 'we' instead of 'you'… You hadn't said 'You will find a way'. You were a team. You would stick with him, just as he had told you that day at the pool.

You smiled your half grin before replying. This time, your eyes accompanied the gesture.

'I love you too.'

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'Let's leave The Beach.'

'Hm?'

You were nearly asleep, in Aguni's arms, your mane of hair all over his chest, his fingers tangled in it. You opened your eyes, rubbing at them with one of your hands. You yawned.

'Let's leave. You and I. Let's go away.'

'Aguni…' He adored the way you said his name. 'Do you really think that is a good idea? Can you at least sleep on it?'

'Will you come with me if I decide to leave?'

'Promise me you won't decide it now?'

'I promise.' He was convinced his opinion on the matter would be the same in the morning.

'Then yes. I'd go with you to the edge of the world.'

It was really that simple.

Play-By-Blog #5: The Isle by Luke Gearing

Welcome to my ongoing play-by-blog of The Isle by Luke Gearing! We are playing this adventure with its original system, The Vanilla Game (adjusted somewhat to fit the format). You can check out the Play-By-Blog Repository to get all caught up if you wish.

How Play-By-Blog works:

I write up the situation, NPCs, and more, just like a DM.

You vote in the poll to help decide the character's course of action.

I roll the dice, resolve actions, and write them up next week.

So on and so forth for the rest of the adventure!

Notation:

[Text in brackets is out-of-character/GM text!] "Non-italicized quotes denote text from the original adventure!" "Italicized quotations denotes NPC dialogue."

Our character: Medon Girou - Magic Cutpurse

Our map: The Isle

[You can use the link's above to find Medon's Character Sheet and map of the Isle. On the map, you are currently at B.]

Now, back to the adventure!

You continue watching the monk for a few more minutes. He is a capable fisherman, easily baiting his line and casting well (far better than you, anyway). He pulls a small fish up, dropping it in bucket resting near him on the jetty.

You feel like this may be your best chance at a favorable introduction with the monks, better to at least approach one and see, rather than face down the monastery itself. Still, best to keep your true purpose here quiet.

You step out from behind the rocky cliff side and holler down from the staircase leading down into the cove proper.

"Ho there! Beautiful day for it, isn't it?" It wasn't a beautiful day really, but it seemed nicer than most on this gray, wet rock.

The monk turns to you, surprised by the sudden noise and then shocked when he lays eyes on you and realizes you aren't a fellow monk. That you shouldn't be here at all.

He jumps to his feet, reaches into his robes, and looks towards the monastery, seeing the rocky cliff side of the cove blocking the building from his view entirely. He's too far from the others for them to hear him, but he yells anyway.

"INTRUDER!"

He draws a crooked fish-gutting knife out from under his robes. You can see a crude tattoo of a siren on his inner forearm. This monk carries himself like a sailor and one who certainly knows his way around a blade. [Reaction Roll: 3 - Violent]

[Initiative: 1 (Odd) - Enemies act first]

"I've seen your kind before. Here to put me and mine in the dirt, take our lord's wealth, put out the flame. Good luck then."

He rushes up at you, quickly scaling the short set of stairs leading up towards the path. Why couldn't you have followed a more elderly monk?

He swings in at you with the knife [Attack Roll: 5 (under AV of 10) - Success, Damage Roll: 5-1 (for small weapon) - 4 damage] and connects, slicing away at some of your traveling clothes, nearly striking a deep flesh wound [You have 3 Grit and 6 Flesh remaining]. You know that if you try to pull away from him, he'll strike at you again [This is called a Free Attack and you can do the same to him].

[Because you took damage this round, you cannot cast a spell due to the time and danger involved. You can do anything else though. For the purposes of the Play-By-Blog, I am going to create poll options that are overall goals for the combat - so we don't have to play out each round week-by-week.]

EDIT: [If you'd like to fight and subdue (but not kill) him, please vote for one of the Kill Him options and we'll adjudicate that in next week's poll - sadly, I can't alter the poll after the fact. Sorry for overlooking that option!]

[An exciting turn of events! See y'all next week! - Christian]