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so on a scale of aang (killing is always wrong) to katara (killing is a statement) to sokka (killing is a tool), where would the rest of the gaang + ozais angels go?
toph is hard to pin down because she’s the only character who ever actually kills people outside of the context of war. and i don’t know if she even realizes what she did, because she’s 12 and the adrenaline rush of discovering that you can actually metalbend probably supersedes any logical reasoning in that moment, but like, she did just leave two guys to die a gruesome death in a metal box. so i do think it’s more nuanced that simply saying, “to toph, killing is fun and flirty,” but like, there is a not insignificant part of her that will gladly kill as a means of asserting her power over others and individual autonomy, and has no compunctions about killing those who threaten her autonomy specifically, as it is such an acute point of trauma for her. but also, she’s twelve so like, she’ll probably develop a more nuanced approach to that quandary as she ages.
zuko’s stance on killing is mostly that he’s happy to outsource that violence and then take credit for it as long as he personally doesn’t have to get his hands dirty. like he’ll hire an assassin but won’t bring himself to admit that “end them” means “kill them,” or he’ll threaten to kill zhao and then try to save his life at the last minute. he wants aang to kill his dad but would never actually kill ozai himself, just as he wants katara to kill yon rha, but would never actually kill ozai himself. and i’m sure zuko thinks this is all because he’s a coward who simply lacks the capacity to be ruthless and effective (like sokka), but actually it’s symptomatic of zuko’s greatest quality, which is his inherent sensitivity, his queasy stomach for violence, his predisposition for gentleness, the fact that he actually struggles to deny his own inclinations and simply submit himself to a logic of brutal death and destruction. he thinks it makes him weak, but the fact that he actually has a desire to do the right thing and be a good person despite it all is truly his greatest strength.
azula is always operating from a place of survival because it was impressed to her from a very young age that she exists in a world that is unforgivingly cruel, and it is kill or be killed. she does not want to die (which is quite possibly one of her greatest points of deviation from sokka, but i digress) so she wholeheartedly submits herself to this logic, and unlike zuko, who struggles to erode his own humanity even under the threat of violence, azula is very good at becoming something “monstrous” (her words) out of fear, can contort herself into any shape necessary as long as the threat is tangible enough. so obviously azula approaches killing in the same way sokka does, no surprise there. murder is a tool to achieve her ends, to ensure her own safety and survival. it is simply a mechanism of war. but unlike sokka’s view of it, she also believes that the strong kill the weak because the weak deserve to die, and that logic she inherited from ozai.
we never see suki actively kill anyone, but she does threaten to feed sokka to the unagi, so like, even if she is (probably) joking, i don’t think suki is flat out against killing. i think she’ll kill if she absolutely has to, but would also prefer not to because she clearly values and holds a deep appreciation for life. but also, whenever there is a gap in our textual understanding of suki, i usually just fill it in by being like wwkd (what would kyoshi do), so maybe that’s why i just said. who knows
mai always makes an effort to never actually stab people with her blades, but rather pin them in place. that said, whether this is because a Y-7 cartoon simply isn’t allowed to depict blood or if it’s because mai is genuinely that attuned to not seriously hurting the people she throws knives at, i’m not entirely sure. i like to think that mai doesn’t actually want to hurt people, because like zuko, she is naturally inclined towards sensitivity and gentleness, but i think there’s also a part of her that would lock people in a metal box if she could. i think the best way to summarize mai is thus, excitement is valuable (including the heat of battle), but killing is unpleasant.
ty lee has actively refined a technique that makes her extremely dangerous without ever actually having to cause long-lasting damage to someone physically (psychologically is another story). yet another W for ty lee air nomad heritage theory, but i digress. ty lee is smart enough that she never actually has to be personally responsible and culpable for killing anyone ever, but she is also submitting to and enabling the violence of an empire for the sake of her own survival, so it’s not like she’s not complicit either. so to ty lee, killing is also a tool, but one she personally doesn’t need to employ, which is a comfort to her.
iroh (technically you didn’t ask about him but he’s fascinating so i can’t just leave him out) used to view killing as a tool, and now views it as an inviolable taboo because it took him like over 50 years to recognize the inherent value of human life and the grief of losing a loved one. so it’s not that he grew up in a “kill or be killed world” that fostered his need to kill to ensure his survival, but simply that he grew up in paradigm that dictated that “killing is the path to attaining glory” and he was good at killing, and thus glorious. but then he experienced the consequences of that worldview firsthand, and had to completely recalibrate his own logic of conquest and domination. and so now he’s still capable of violence in equal measure, but is less willing to exercise it for purely shallow, destructive reasons. yay..??
jet actually does think that killing is fun and flirty. anyone who disagrees with him deserves to die because he is simply right about everything. sokka? closet fire nation sympathizer, obviously. guy he met on a boat who said “hey im not really interested in joining your child militia”? well he’s probably the prince of the fucking fire nation (okay he was right about that one but he had no way of knowing it so). he watched the rough rhinos burn down his house and murder his family with a smile on their faces, and a part of him that day calcified and decided that the only way to truly reclaim his power was to beat them at his own game. so he does everything in his power to control the people he can, to control his narrative, to refine his logic in a way that makes him the uncontested hero no matter what. but in truth, it’s quite simple: he wants power because he has none.
haru exists somewhere between “killing is a statement” and “killing is a tool.” killing is a tool because it functions as a statement. killing is a statement because it functions as a tool. violent resistance is necessary by any means necessary, but you know, in a nice way. he’s basically just the model of the “good” colonized subject who fights for collective liberation instead of personal empowerment, so it makes sense that he’s introduced before jet as like the emblem of what katara should do (how she should fight, what she would fight for) versus what she shouldn’t. which is like, perhaps a simplistic reduction of “good” vs “bad” methods of resistance into “our noble collective action” vs “their senseless terrorism,” but like. lol. what can you do
#turtles-alltheway-down#asks#analysis#toph#zuko#azula#suki#mai#ty lee#iroh#jet#haru#put the main three who matter here above and then the rest below the cut#sometimes i forget that zuko is a good character bc yall are so annoying about him…. but then i remember#i also need to talk about more at length about how azula rationalizes that the weak deserve to die thru ozai for MULTIPLE interconnected#reasons that I didn’t have time to get into here#and also just azula’s relationship to ozai in general#but im putting off actually writing that bc it is. genuinely devastating and i don’t wanna#anyway!!
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you did NOT ask but i think to the core, part of the dislike between marion and good old francis IS her job. he's seen this bitch a thousand times at the blank institutes for fucking up children. he's naturally distrustful of her. especially seeing her do his own... friend in like he's a child. it makes him question if the straights are ok, but like, unironically.
#he's been whistled AT as a child#do i think there's a mutually theatric sort of fight there sure#social climbing protestants and all of that#but i think innerly francis is actually the character who MOST opposes bunny in that aspect of control#not henry#henry has the same need for control actually and relinquishes it to julian when he thinks it suits the situation#henry is also asparagus if you will#but francis both because of his... nutjob childhood and his homosexuality evades such needs#he is more in control than either of them frankly#but he unlike the two of them is a genuine coward#once again he's been whistled AT#which i think is the root cause of his inner dislike of her#which is fine and mutual actually#i do Play that marion is one of those people that believes in principles and rules and such but when they dont fit it's your fault actually#where the pipeline from strict teacher to straight denial of reality is ingrained into seeing people like francis as a personal failure#rather than a systemic one#anywho the onion really is#top layer - richard's retelling; middle layer - it was probably about charles; core - they'd literally eat each other alive;
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Ugh the comparisons are so annoying. You’ll still find people insisting Shane was just ahead of Rick in terms of adapting to a brutal world. When it’s clear the ZA broke Shane, he never really measured his choices and didn’t wanted to help anyone at all. He was a coward and acted first as a coping mechanism not because he was an efficient leader.
say that anon! it's honestly not only annoying but a little troubling to me when people compare rick to shane or worse, n*gan because what do you mean shane was right and rick needed to be more like him? what do you mean if we watched the show from negan's pov we'd be on his side and see rick as the villain? no the fuck he wasn't and no the fuck i would not!
the show establishes very early that yes, violence is necessary. and since that's the case, to differentiate between the rick/the people we're supposed to love and the actual villains we have to look at their motivation. rick has been incredibly violent, but his motivation is always to protect, not only his immediately family, but anyone who becomes part of his community. the group flocked to rick instead of shane from the very beginning because he cared about everybody's welfare, unlike shane whose motivations were ultimately selfish. i always think about his last scene with rick, how shane says he's better for lori and carl, like he wants to possess what is rick's - hence why he sexually assaults lori in the CDC. he didn't love her, he felt he was owed her. the way shane so quickly and easily abandoned all sense of right and wrong and adjusted to brutality was a red flag, not something to emulate. to reiterate the parallel they drew between shane and beale in the towl finale, shane was willing to sacrifice other people (his own people!) for his own survival. we should see this as a bad thing. by contrast we know, empirically, that rick would sooner sacrifice himself than anyone he considered himself responsible for (see: the bridge). the argument that rick needed to learn to be more like shane just doesn't track for me: we saw in nebraska when he killed those two men in the bar without blinking that he was perfectly capable of doing what needed to be done. we saw it when he was the one to step up and kill sophia when she came out of the barn while shane just looked at his feet. if anything, killing shane taught rick just how far rick was willing to go. as he said in his dream sequence in 9x05, it had to be him. he had to stay alive to keep protecting the people he loved no matter what, even if it meant killing his best friend. that's his motivation.
as for n*egan. well. i can't believe in the year 2024 people are still not understanding that rick fucking grimes would never have subordinates, let alone force them to refer to themselves by using his own name. he'd never kill a child to prove a point and force submission, and would never, ever force women to become his wives and have sex with him whenever he wants via coercion because rick grimes would never sexually assault someone. do you honestly think daryl, glenn, maggie, carol, hershel, anyone in team family would have stayed with rick if he was capable of any of that? do you think michonne would have let him within fifty feet of her, let alone put an entire baby in her if that was the type of person he was? the same michonne who arguably has the best instincts of anyone on the show? who sniffed out the governer's bullshit immediately? no. when shown an alternate reality where she became a savior instead of part of team family, michonne called it hell. she only feels safe when she's with rick.
n*gan's whole thing reeks of egotism and a need for power - seeing his people as cogs in a machine meant to be put to work and terrorized and abused only to be told it's all for their own benefit. the saviors are a cult, whereas rick genuinely sees and treats his people as his family. rick's people not only love him, they're not afraid of him. they know that when he does go too far they are safe to tell him so, and that he will listen (even if it takes him a minute). rick admits he deserved it when michonne knocked him out at alexandria, and being a farmer at the prison was basically the apocalyptic equivalent of wearing the grippy socks and he did it without complaint. he lets himself be guided. as hershel said, he gets to come back, and he always does, because for rick ego and power have nothing to do with why he does the things he does. he doesn't enjoy it - it traumatizes him and he has to recover from it. this is not a person on a power trip who needs to be eliminated, but a person who is respected and as a result cared for because he does what needs to be done - things other people might not be capable of doing - but for the right reasons.
all of this is why the towl finale had to happen that way btw. not just because it was set up from the very first episode from a writing/narrative standpoint (and i'll let the much more qualified @starfruit-green speak on the socio-political aspects) but because there's no way rick and michonne grimes would ever hear the words coming out of beale's mouth and not immediately lunge. that finale painstakingly spelled out, slowly while using small words so people could understand, that rick and michonne's sword, their violence, is the necessary kind that protects, that eliminates the real threat. beale, shane, n*gan? they are the threat.
anyway. thank you to @starfruit-green and @redding for the encouragement <3
#answered#like are people okay? genuinely?#also didn't n*gan have a backstory ep and it just made him worse lmao like#idk man i just don't get it#richonne#the ones who live
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love love loveeee all the snape x sibling fics.
Would it be okay to ask for more? Like overprotective Snape spying on reader's date who may or may not be Lucius orrrr Reader having had enough of the Marauders pranks on Sevy and confronts them only to be their next target and Snape be like " You can torment me all you like, but leave my sister/brother/sibling out of it." And starts fighting back since the Marauders thought it would be funny to torment his sibling
I genuinely love both ideas 😔 ugh I hate to pick But I’ll take the second idea
Cross the line
It was only the start of the term and your brother is already in the hospital wing dealing with potion burns on his arms.
And of course those idiots who call themselves the marauders got away with it because obviously accidents happen in potions.
"Accidents my ass, you’re the top of your year this is getting ridiculous and annoying"
Severus sighed while laying in the hospital bed "let it go, it’s my battle to fight not yours" you stayed silent but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t do anything to defend him.
After the nurse asked you leave for class you marched straight towards the great hall, those four always were late so you were bound to find them there.
Loud and behold you were right, James potter and his gang were laughing about something on the gryffindor table with a couple of older students.
You stomped up to the table and pointed your finger at James, he stopped laughing then quirked an eyebrow at you, it was unlike you to come directly to them and settled for just glaring at the bunch whenever you saw them.
"Don’t you have a fucking life?! Tormenting an innocent person just because they have different views than yours!"
Sirius snorted but patted James on the back, Remus looked like he wanted to leave and peter just looked at James waiting for him to do something.
James smirked "he’s such a coward that he’s sending his sibling to fight instead of him" he stood up "or what? Do you feel left out? Well don’t upset your little head because starting now it will a sibling bond to get you both hexed"
"James!" Remus screamed but was late to stop James from sending a hex your way, you were just lucky you were fast.
Severus was held in the hospital for a day and half, it concerned him that you didn’t visit him again after that one time but he didn’t want to give himself a headache, you obviously had friends and classes to follow, but the blow in the face was when lily came to him, lily who had stopped talking to him completely because of what he called her earlier that year.
"Lily I-"
"No. I’m here to tell you that things are getting out of hand with your sibling and I can’t do much to stop it." Severus grabbed his robe immediately and ran throw the halls, black hair flying in the hair and fists clenched. He’s never been more angry in his miserable life.
He found you and them near the kitchen, it was Sirius and James, the two who liked attacking without reason. His saw red when he noticed your cheeks has been slashed and your clothes were drench in something he could only make to be tomato juice.
"Potter" severus growled.
"Look who fin-" James’s hands flew to his mouth, his lips sewed together and closed, his panicked eyes looked up at severus who was just starting, he threw a disarming spell at Sirius before he could do anything then throw a sitting charm on him making him stuck to the wall behind him.
James was rubbish with wordless wand work and fighting him would be like going against a first year.
You gapped your wand from the ground and stood up, mouth wide open in disbelief, severus was fair, he didn’t attack a disarmed person but it was clear he was beyond that now.
They had crossed the line.
"Snivellus you bloody gi-NOO STOP IT YOU SNAKE!" Sirius screamed, the tips of his hair tips were burning like paper before his eyes.
James pointed his wand at severus sending a weak wordless charm to make the floor slippery, it was childish and severus wasn’t in any mood to deal with this level of immature.
Severus blocked it then hexed James’s legs to stick together making him fall down.
The black wand pressed it’s tip against James’s nose, severus sneered "you can torment my work, make fun of my clothes, hex me and try beating me up as much as you want but my sibling is a line you don’t cross, and if I see you remotely looking at my family funny I will make sure it would be both of our last day on this school. Do you understand?"
James narrowed his eyes, clearly not satisfied with the turn of events. Severus huffed then wordlessly stopped the burning charm on Sirius and muttered one last curse.
"Furnunculus" he hissed.
James didn’t understand what’s happening until his skin started to tingle and pimples spread around his skin like crazy.
Severus sighed, ignoring Sirius’s screams and curses at him. He went to you and smacked the back of your head.
"Ow!"
"You deserve it! I told you it was my fight and not yours, you never listen do you?!"
He scold you all the way to the hospital wing, briefly mentioning the two in the hall.
"Sev?"
"What?"
"Thank you."
#imagine#pro severus snape#severus snape#platonic severus snape x reader#severus snape x you#severus snape x reader#pro snape#harry potter requests#harry potter fanfiction
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Ray doesn’t deserve to be friends with Boston.
Last week I made a post about how Boston deserves to have his Ray back as a friend. The same can’t be said in reverse which personally breaks my heart. I have written Extensively about BostonRay they are boys cut from the same cloth and I feel like they were invisible best friends unlike their relationships with Mew or Cheum. I even headcannon that they are longer established friends maybe even childhood buddies. I don’t think their friendship is over simply because of SandNick but that’ll take a lot.
So let’s get some ground rules I’m not going to super cover the early eps that’s mostly covered by last weeks post. Now be fair here I don’t think BostonRay are Fantastic friends to each-other both boys have emotional mental issues that they try to hide. Boston is not the best with other people in general which he tells Nick about. Same goes for Ray. He’ll fuck up causal convo with sand but sand will push it off. But Boston is there for Ray. The end credit scene where Boston is at the bar in his white shirt is before Mew’s bday party when He knows shit is going down. Boston still goes to this party. He stays quiet while Ray attacks him. Something Boston never ever does despite having more than one opportunity to is blame Ray or dismiss him to Nick that doesn’t happen despite the two fights where Ray attacks Nick someone who is very important to Boston. Why? Because Boston believes what Ray said is true and he doesn’t believe in lying. Ray also does like Boston… or he did… I don’t think Ray would’ve asked Boston to stay with him and that he loved him if it wasn’t a real request.
I particularly love how open they are about their current love interests before Boston has to throw cold water on Ray at Sands bday party. Then Ray throws a spear at Nick in response. Both boys regret what they do but they don’t apologize. Just let things fester something we see Ray and Bostons do multiple times moving forward. They don’t like fighting because they know eachother the best. They know the other one doesn’t lie and does genuinely care for the other. Boston doesn’t need to be friends with Ray and Ray knows it. Boston has money and Ray’s drama is annoying but he sticks about and is always there for Ray. They are too prideful to say it.
Ray didn’t enjoy Mew trying to actively kill Boston either. In fact Ray did try get inbetween them and tried to de escalate things but Ray is a coward always has been. Boston also steps in to save Ray from getting punched by Top even after Ray tries to say Boston was still dating Top. Yeah really seems like the two of them loveee fighting and not supporting each other.
Okay sorry got distracted let’s go to ep 10 and talk about why Ray needs to apologize. Yes yes Boston needs to treat Ray better but at least he fucking tries (Mew Cheum I’m side eyeing you) dealing with an alcoholic or what Boston is is exhausting. Especially if change fails to ever come because you don’t have the words to magically make things better.
Boston thought Ray would understand that he and Atom are adults. Possibly Boston thought Ray would never believe he’d black mail someone either. Boston has talked to Ray about his escapades before. He’s never done what Atom is accusing of him. But no Ray is gleefully enjoying Bostons downfall sticking the knife in that even his best friend doesn’t love or understand him.
Ray knows Boston is telling the truth that’s why Ray can’t look at his face for too long you actively see him look away (gd khaotung why are so so good at acting holy shit) because Ray knows it’s wrong. Boston is crying. I’d bet none of his friends have seen him cry before. You know who leaves without a word when Bostons eyes immediately turns to them as fast as humanly possible? It’s Ray.
I really want Boston and Ray to be friends again. But at the same time. Boston doesn’t need a friend like Ray who is a coward. Can’t fully admit to being his friend. Ray can possibly make it up to Boston by being there for him in the future or apologizing but honestly. I hope Boston doesn’t try to establish contact himself. But who knows with Ray’s recovery and Boston learning how to deal with people in a normal way (he has been growing by the way he isn’t the same boy we had ep 1) maybe they can be actual friends with a good example like Sand and Nick about
This post is too long so I’m just going to post it I hope it made sense.
#only friends the series#only friends#ofts#only friends meta#ofts meta#only friends Boston#ofts Boston#ofts ray#ray pakorn#bostonray#boston x ray#only friends ray#only friends episode 10#ofts ep10#Jenny’s rambling
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My final Hilda episode ranking for all seasons, plus the movie.
S Tier: Most of these should be self-explanatory. The standouts I feel I must explain are The Nightmare Spirit, The Windmill, and The Yule Lads.
The Nightmare Spirit is one of my favorite episodes in the entire series because it introduces the Marra, and has some absolutely spellbinding folklore behind it, as well as some great character development for Hilda and David. I couldn't NOT put it in S tier.
The Windmill and The Yule Lads I feel are two of the more underrated episodes; the former is a superb David centric episode where he ends up being the unlikely hero, and the latter just has some really good folklore behind, and is a unique take on the Christmas special. It also has a very sweet moment between Hilda and David at the end, which makes it even better in my book.
A Tier: These episodes are not as good as S tier, but are still brimming with charm, and thus are a joy to watch. Whether they have some fascinating folklore behind them, some good character development, or some just some funny or otherwise iconic moments (like David standing up to the Marra, or telling off Frida) these episodes are just as infinitely rewatchable as S tier most of the time.
These episodes formed the backbone of the series and kept me watching from beginning to end. They form a key element that is missing from most other cartoons, and made the difference between keeping me entertained... and feeling like the series was being padded out with unnecessary filler, as has been the case with the majority of shows I've watched in the last 15 years.
B Tier: This is more of a matter of personal preference, but episodes in this tier I just found were a bit of a chore to get through.
The Black Hound, I felt, was a lackluster ending to an otherwise amazing first season.
The Draugen wasn't bad, but I always found it to be pretty "meh" compared to the episodes I have in higher tiers.
C Tier: The House in the Woods was just kind of a boring episode, and I have mixed feelings about The Mountain King. My biggest issue with the movie is with Trylla, the mother troll, her warped justification for kidnapping Hilda, and the fact that she almost got Johanna KILLED while hiding the truth from Hilda. Sorry, but I cannot overlook that.
D Tier: Episodes in this tier all had something that held them back, but weren't so bad that I had a hard time watching them from start to finish.
The Troll Circle was a bland and meandering opening to the second season, and it introduced us to Ahlberg, who was at his most annoying in that episode.
The Beast of Cauldron Island had a lot of things I didn't like, such as the continuation of Frida's awful character arc for Season 2, and David being reduced to a useless coward yet again.
Strange Frequencies made all of the characters unlikeable and OOC while focusing too much on the nisse, when it should've focused on Hilda's dad.
F Tier: These are the few episodes in all of Hilda that I consider to be genuinely bad to the point where they're unwatchable.
The Witch kickstarts Frida's awful character arc for Season 2, dumbs down Hilda to make Frida look smarter, strips the Librarian of her mystique from Season 1, and introduces some unlikable and annoying new characters in the form of the Committee of Three.
The Eternal Warriors uses all of it's runtime to make fun of David, reducing him to a useless coward, and giving us some really cringe-inducing scenes when he becomes fearless.
The Jorts Incident is the single worst episode of the entire series, wasting the potential of the tide mice on a forgettable side character and a lazy Ghostbusters homage... while also reducing David to a useless coward yet again!
The Giantslayer is a pointless time travel side quest that portrays the giants as victims even as they're carelessly stepping on people's houses and ruining their entire lives.
#hilda#netflix#series#david#series finale#the mountain king#season 1#season 2#season 3#frida#johanna#alfur#tontu#kaisa
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rough coe thoughts re: my first impressions of hajime + utsugi and how they've changed, i will maybe write something a bit more coherent later
on first watch of coe i thought utsugi's devotion was a lot more genuine (=not self-serving) (or not 'aware'?) and i took hatsutori's moment in the garden + moment at the very end as the same kind of 'genuine devotion' but reciprocated.
i…don't think it's 'not' reciprocated in the sense that utsugi being Around At All is unwanted or that hatsutori did not at some point encourage The Bit but as i went through dlc i guess i came to realize that they weren't on the same page at all--and while i don't think it was out of active malice in either case (neither of them were just Intending to use the other without caring about their wellbeing/what they really want) that doesn't quite matter
i like the stupid hajime and the utsugikun who never says anything and how their priorities were different from the start i like how hajime wanted to not be a monster and utsugikun wanted someone to depend on him i like how they were exactly what the other person 'wanted' from the start but not what they needed and unlike utsugikun and mr harada where mr harada wanted to reach out and understand him but was too late and too much of a coward hajime and utsugikun never quite 'tried' in the same way from the start partly /because/ they were what the other person 'wanted' and to change would be to not be what the other person wants and to change would be to admit that they didn't /want/ to do what they ended up doing and that they were wrong
i think what hajime hatsutori 'wanted' was the praise and admiration from being a star i think what noriyuki utsugi 'wanted' was the reassurance that came from knowing that someone would always need him, there would always be someone who couldn't stand on their own two feet (metaphorically although) and who needed him to do everything.
i think what hajime hatsutori /needed/ was someone to say you're human stop doing this shit enough with the experiments. i think what noriyuki utsugi /needed/ was to not be the leader of a cult and instead be overly naggy and micromanaging with someone who would call him overly naggy and micromanaging but kind of like it anyway and like /him/ anyway.
but if they get what they need--if hatsutori gets what he needs, someone says he's human, then he is a human with dirty hands who, by his own inaction, did wrong things and allowed horrible things to pass. he wouldn't be praised and admired. he wouldn't get what he wants and would have to give up on that forever.
if utsugi gets what he needs--someone who doesn't need him, someone who can stand on their own two feet, someone who 'could' leave him or refuse to reach out at any point, then that means it won't be someone who can't stand on their own two feet, someone that /could/ leave…well, he'd have to trust that that person liked him anyway. he'd have to give up on the security of what he 'wanted' forever.
to be human or a 'person', in the end, is both to love yourself /as/ yourself and to take responsibility for your actions. neither noriyuki nor hajime call themselves human in the end. that's all. well it's my thoughts anyway.
'i want you to write that an inhuman, foolish, blind zealot went to hell. that's the way it should be.'
'i no longer need to be human.'
i guess…well, i guess if i had to say, reading these lines again now…i don't think either of them took full responsibility in the end. that's really all.
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After almost a full week, I’ve finished the first chapter to the follow up for the writing that I did of @stardustshimmer’s pirate Au, and here it is!
Ao3 Version here
And without further stalling, I give you this!
It was no secret that most feared the unknown. Things beyond a person’s understanding often scared them away from ever knowing or looking.
Sailors and pirates however, did not obey this common knowledge.
In their eyes, if a captain turned their back on a challenge or bet that any reasonable person would deny, they were a coward that didn’t deserve their ship nor crew.
This was the reason as to why Captain Meta was determined to see the king of the sea once again. As before the siren had swam back into the depths of the sea he’d challenged Meta to do what a pirate does best and steal his treasure.
It was also for this reason that Meta had charted a course for the small set of islands that Dedede had told him that he often visited. However this also meant that Meta had to lie to his ever loyal crew, an idea that hurt the captain at first but he soon accepted that it was a necessary step in order to see the siren again.
Out on the deck the wind played in the sails of the Halberd, and worked in tandem with the current pushing the pirates to their destination relatively quickly.
Like most days, Axe was in charge of steering while his closest friend, Mace, handled the lookout.
“I still can’t believe that siren got away with the broach.” The shorter pirate said with a groan.
Mace shrugged, “the guy held off the Squeaks for who knows how long, I’m sure he put up a blasted good fight against the captain and the siren just escaped the second he had an opening just like the yellow-bellied fish he is.”
Despite their friend’s reasoning, Axe continued to hold an annoyed expression in his eyes. “Though still! I was hoping to use my cut of the loot to get a fancy concertina like the captain has.”
Axe’s words stuck with Mace for longer than usual.
“First off,” Mace began, “do you even know how to play concertina?” The pirate deadpanned. “And secondly, the captain has an concertina?” Mace finished with genuine perplexment.
Axe relished in their friend’s dumbfoundment before he responded, “one; no I don’t but I could use it to annoy Vul, and two; yeah, I caught him playing it last night when I came to take second watch.”
The taller pirate paused for a second, and then exclaimed with a startled look in their eyes, “Axe, do you know what this could mean?!”
Axe wordlessly shook his head, and in response their friend rolled his eyes.
“Our captain was out playing the concertina in the dead of night- tell me Axe, what did we do yesterday that could cause a scene like that?”
The pirate thought long about their answer, “I mean there was that siren-”
With yet another annoyed groan, Mace explained what his friend had missed.
“We went to that town the other day! What if the captain found someone that he likes on that island and he’s considering giving up the life of a pirate to be with them!?” Mace dramatically finished.
Shaking his head, Axe laughed to themself.
“Ya’know Mace, I think you’ve been reading a few too many romance novels lately.”
Eyeing the waves off the side of the ship, the taller of the two pirates sighed, “maybe I have been, come to think of it…”
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In all of Dedede’s years of being the kind of the ocean, not once did he ever expect himself to get this hung up on a non-sea dweller, much less a pirate.
Though somehow, in his eyes, Captain Meta was unlike anyone he’d ever met -and not just because he didn’t have fins or a tail like the Waddle Dees or Kirby did-. Meta was courageous and laughed in the face of danger, but also had a gentle side to him that Dedede once thought pirates were incapable of having.
It was for these reasons that more than anything the siren wanted to see the captain again.
Though that wasn’t as simple as Dedede wanted it to be. As from the moment that he returned back to the cove which he, Kirby, and Bandana Dee called home, his two guppies hadn’t left his side.
On one flipper, Dedede could understand why the two were acting like this; they were both kids and hadn’t been away from the siren for as long as they had been.
“Daaaaad,” Kirby started in the tone that the siren recognized meant that they were hungry, “do we have any snacks left?”
“I’m ‘fraid we don’t, Kirbs. Do ya’ want me to get food?” Dedede asked, to which Kirby replied with a pout.
“No! I want you to stay here with us!” The light pink guppy insisted.
The siren chuckled to himself hearing Kirby’s childish demands. “Well Kirbs, do ya’ want food or me to stay?”
Wrapping their baby pink fins around Dedede’s blue feathered flippers as tight as they could, “I want both!” Kirby exclaimed.
It was then that a voice from the opposite side of where the siren layed on the seabed spoke up.
“Great king, I could go out and get food for Kirby. This way you wouldn’t have to leave and we’d still have food.” Bandana Dee offered.
Turning his gaze from Kirby -who still kept his grip on the siren’s flipper- to the light orange guppy. “Bandana, don’t trouble ya’self. I’m the fastest swimmer outta all of us, I’ll be back before ya’ know it. Just keep an eye on pinky, ‘k?”
“The last time I watched Kirby, they got taken by pirates.” The orange fish grumbled to himself.
Immediately upon hearing Bandana’s words, guilt hit the Siren like an undertow.
“Bandee,” Dedede began, as he pulled his guppy close, “ya’ know that wasn't ya’ fault. If anythin’, it was my own fault- I shouldn’t ‘ave left ya’ and Kirby alone for that long.”
Bandana went quiet for a minute, which the siren hoped meant that the guppy forgave himself for the misplaced blame.
“Alright,” the Waddle Dee said with a gentle smile in his eyes, “I’ll keep an eye on them- but you better bring back some of the good kelp I like!” Bandana said playfully
Dedede chuckled and rose from where he laid on the seabed, gently brushing the baby pink guppy off of his flipper -much to Kirby’s annoyance-.
From what the siren could tell from below the waves, the sun had begun to set. Which meant that Dedede’s meeting with the pirate captain drew closer -a thought that excited and became a source of anxiety for the siren-.
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If Meta had been any less foolhardy, he would have thought twice about seeing a siren with the power of the ocean at his back a second time.
Though fortunately, he wasn’t.
Like every other pirate, the captain had an affinity for running into danger headfirst. He often laughed in the face of peril, and kept a constant demeanor of confidence and authority.
However, when Vul came to tell Meta that Dreamland Cove was in their sights. All of his bravado disappeared.
Stepping out of the captain’s quarters on the Halberd; the smell of the ocean and the dwindling light of the sun reminded him that all of this was real and he couldn’t back out of it.
But then again, Meta didn’t want it any other way.
Slowly but surely, the vibrant hues of twilight turned to the quiet serenity that the darkness of dusk provided. With each passing minute, Meta prayed to Void that Dedede had the sense to wait until the rest of the crew had gone below deck to show himself.
“Captain,” the quartermaster of the Halberd began, “it’s startin’ to get late. Should I give the word for the crew to turn in for the night?” Vul suggested, noticing the general tiredness present in the crew.
Breathing a sigh of relief that Vul had finally said what he did, the captain gave the go ahead for the rest of the crew to get to bed.
“I’ll take first watch.” Meta said just before Trident could do the same.
Meta’s statement seemed to confuse Vul for a second, “Captain, ya’ took first watch last night, are ya’ sure you’re up for it again?”
A sharp look from Meta sent the bird-like man into silence, as he knew better than to question a captain any further.
With that matter squared away, the crew of the Halberd returned below deck.
Leaving their captain not so alone as they believed.
After only a handful of moments, Meta heard a quiet but audible splash in the water over the starboard side of the ship.
“Have I finally gone sea mad, or is that a siren I hear?” The captain pondered playfully, getting his answer in the form of a quiet snicker coming from overboard.
“Nah,” said a voice that Meta recognized, “I think ya’ doin’ just fine.”
Peering down into the deep navy blue of the waters from the right side of the Halberd, Meta could see the figure of a burly royal blue penguin with a tail that glistened in the light of the moon.
From behind his mask, the captain smiled.
“Ah, Dedede. I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.”
The siren smirked, “Meta, I think you’re forgettin’ that I’m the one that invited you here- not the other way ‘round.”
“So, how have things been under the waves?” Meta asked the king of the sea, who held a warm smile on his face.
“Same as usual, if I’m honest.” The siren nonchalantly said, “I spent most’a the day layin’ about the seafloor with Kirbs an’ Bandee which was nice.”
Meta thought over Dedede’s answer for a second, “I don’t think I’ve heard you speak of this ‘Bandee’ character before, who are they?”
The king of the sea laughed to himself, “you gettin’ jealous, Meta?”
Immediately the captain was overcome by a feeling of fluster.
“I am not jealous, Dedede. I was trying to make conversation.” Meta said forcefully, as the siren in the water laughed to himself.
Defeating his fit of laughter, Dedede explained that Bandee -short for Bandana Waddle Dee- was the siren’s other kid in addition to Kirby.
A period of comfortable silence then fell between the two, and it was then that Meta fully came to terms with how different the two truly were. Though by some miracle, fate decided that the two lives would cross more than once.
“Meta,” Dedede said, pulling the pirate out of his thoughts, “what’s it like up there on land?”
The captain thought for a second before sighing, “well I am not the best person to ask, -seeing as I’ve spent most of my life on ships- but in my opinion: it’s loud and busy. Places, names, faces, all swirl together in a whirlpool that seeks to drown any that aren’t strong enough.”
Probably noticing Meta’s tone, Dedede was quick to shift the subject.
“Hey Meta, I know this is kinda odd, but can ya’ tell me what music is? We don’t got anythin’ like that down here, and I’ve always been wonderin’ ‘bout it.”
The pirate then had a sort of playful look in his golden eyes before he went out of the siren’s view.
For a second, Dedede wondered if he’d done something wrong, and silently panicked until Meta returned with something in his hands.
As the pirate moved his hands, the device moved along with him, producing a melody playful like the waves and so light it could’ve been the wind.
Dedede didn’t understand how exactly the instrument produced its sound, but his mind wasn’t concerned with the how, he was more interested in the sight of Meta playing the music.
With each refrain the pirate would move with the song, swaying and leaning in to emphasize notes.
By the end of the song, Dedede was so enchanted with what he’d just heard that he accidentally forgot to clap.
However Meta didn’t seem upset at the lack of cheers, in fact he looked as though he had just been given the highest applause he could receive.
“I actually haven’t played for anyone but myself in quite some time. I am lucky that I still remembered that song.” Meta admitted.
Snapping out of his awe of the song, Dedede’s mind latched onto the first part of the captain’s sentence.
“You’ve played music for other people before?” The siren asked.
Meta’s golden eyes held a smug look, “your majesty, are you jealous that I’ve serenaded people before you?”
In a twist of fate, this time it was Meta that laughed as Dedede became flustered and ultimately failed to explain himself.
The two unlikely friends continued to talk into the night, with their conversation aimlessly drifting from one subject to the next. Though as to be expected, it had to come to a close.
“Hey Meta, you wanna do this again tomorrow?” The siren asked, just before he swam off.
If Meta had been sensible enough to figure that continuing to meet with the person that held a treasure that every pirate had been searching for could only end in disaster. He might’ve turned Dedede down, he might’ve continued living his life trying to forget about the dashing siren he’d once known.
Though fortunately, Meta wasn’t that sensible.
He agreed to see Dedede again the next day, a decision which put a warm smile on the siren’s face which lit the pirate’s own heart alight.
Before Dedede disappeared below the waves like he had the night before, the captain’s mind thought to himself, “I can get used to this.”
However a moment later Meta had been reminded about the treasure that the siren had initially enticed him to steal, and the fact that he hadn’t once mentioned it to Dedede again.
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Like I'm pretty sure that SDRA2 tells that in killing game you should trust nobody think about that. Kokoro end up trusting Teruya that he protect her but he mess up and she died. Setsuka end up trusting Hibiki and her sister and end up dying. Shinju was one of characters who says that they need trust each other end up be a tool that Nikea used for his plan. And Syobai survives who was isolated and trust nobody and he survivor unlike people who trust in someone.
//I think you're misunderstanding the real issues here. One, this is a terrible message in general because you can't get through any sort of game like this without trusting someone.
//Two, LINUJ absolutely has this very cynical perspective on human nature, but it feels incredibly selective and haphazardly applied. For example:
He's talked about how he created Kizuna to be the most hateable character in DRA and someone you'd want to suffer the worst death, yet he gives her some very sympathetic moments and backstory elements that show there's depth to her behavior. Everything about her sudden turn to murder doesn't feel like she's showing her true colors, but a contrived turn out of left field to make her a villain because that was the plan.
He'll talk constantly about how we should hold characters accountable for their actions and how no element of their backstory makes what they do okay. And he'll say this no matter how much those characters clearly show compassion, camaraderie, regret, guilt, sorrow, or how tragic their backstories are. He has this weird habit of giving them understandable backstories, but instead of using them to contextualize behavior or provide some sympathy, it's like he tells the audience "No, you can't agree with them, they're bad people."
Despite that, when Sora deliberately tries to save Yuki's life by using an unconscious Nikei's hand to injure Shinji, he was baffled and hurt that a lot of people were angry at her, when he felt she deserved sympathy for that. Honestly pretty hypocritical there, ngl.
When his characters aren't regressing as people or dying, they're just stagnant. Iroha doesn't undergo any kind of growth in this game, and her true colors turn out to be those of a self-centered coward. It honestly gets pretty insufferable, yet he hasn't really had a bad word to say about her.
He also has this uncomfortable desire to see the nicest and kindest characters suffer the worst deaths, and for no other reason than its emotional impact on the audience. Yet he's also sad that he did it and wishes it didn't have to be like that?
Third, your points don't make any sense within the story's logic:
Syobai does not survive because he "doesn't trust anyone." He survives because he has literal cheat codes and can leave the simulation whenever he wants. Plus, as a Broker, he makes deals with people, and deals require trust. He even made a deal with Emma and only broke it when it was clear his life would be in danger if he still upheld it.
Kokoro died not because she made a mistake trusting Teruya, but because she made the absolutely boneheaded decision to confront Emma about her status as a Void and her abusive father without any protection at her side. Bringing Teruya with her would not have been hard at all.
Setsuka's death happened because Kanade is a jealous clingy freak, and also because she read ahead in the script. Hibiki didn't betray Setsuka, she was in her puppet state and couldn't act on her own at the time, having no conscious awareness of her actions.
The closest you could really say was genuine betrayal was from Nikei, but that had nothing to do with Shinji. It was because Nikei wanted to ruin Mikado's plans out of petty spite, and that meant hurting Yuki by getting him to kill the guy who was there for him the entire game.
//Moreover, SDRA2's themes are so weakly-presented and executed that any messages you take away from this game feel accidental at best. Yes, it's the conclusion of the Another series' story, but there's no obvious exploration of themes or ideas in place, so I really can't say LINUJ had an aesop he wanted to share with us.
//So, no, it isn't saying anything about trust or betrayal. It's not saying much of anything beyond "Let's watch Yuki Maeda suffer for 6 chapters."
//LINUJ is capable of good ideas, but he has this very bad habit of failing to take advantage of them, undercutting them or throwing them out in favor of bad ones instead.
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Z Nation | 2.15 “End Times”
There it is. This right here is what wrecks him.
They’ve spent roughly 2 years at this point traveling from New York’s Upstate east coast to southern California, pretty much the longest journey anyone’s made in this terrible apocalypse. They’ve been through several different hells. They’ve persevered, despite all the forces trying to stop them.
Shortly after this, Sun Mei will tell Warren she thinks there is some biological factor to why that was possible, and Warren will tell her Murphy’s strange biology didn’t rub off on them, they rubbed off on Murphy. Through knowing them, he’s become kinder. He’s become softer. When he was first dragged into their life, an abused, cowardly scrap of a person, he wanted nothing to do with saving the world. Here, staring down the end of their mission, Murphy smiles softly and laments that maybe he’ll actually enjoy doing good. He’s come far enough that he wants to do good now. He knows that it is going to involve painful things, that they are going to do testing on him, not unlike the man that captured and tortured him just a few episodes ago. And still he’s going willingly. He’s... actually become a little proud of it!
And that’s what destroys him.
If the Murphy that arrived at the submarine lab had been the Murphy from 1.01, I honestly don’t think the betrayal of Zona would have had all that much of an effect. That Murphy expected them to hurt him. To treat him like garbage. That Murphy couldn’t have raised a hand to defend himself; wouldn’t have. He was still a brat, but he was also a coward with trust issues and no confidence. The salvation of humanity was something bad people wanted to take from his hide.
But that’s not the Murphy that arrives in California 2 years later. That’s not the Murphy we see in 2.15. The Murphy we find in 2.15 is confident. Leery, still, but willing to trust, willing to depend on others, and is even able to be depended upon. This Murphy has started to look forward to being the savior of humanity. Their salvation is a gift he’s giving. He is nervous about it, but he goes willingly and maybe even with a little relief. He is, almost unbelievably considering where he started, at a point where he believes he could genuinely enjoy doing the good thing that was forced upon him.
And the old Murphy wouldn’t have been surprised to find the submarine is full of horrible people. That Murphy already expected it to be full of bad people who want to hurt him, even if they wanted to protect others.
But the new Murphy? The Murphy that has grown and changed alongside of his found family is livid to be betrayed personally, and even more so that the purported “good guys” are betraying him and it’s not even to help the world. This new Murphy had begun to expect there really could be an end, and that at that end, he would be a hero. He had gotten used to the idea that, whether he started off wanting it or not, he was going to be a hero and he had come to like the idea.
And they took that away from him, and the world isn’t saved, and he’s going to disappoint Warren, and the last 3 years of his life - the two with Warren and the one with Hammond before that - have been rendered worthless.
All the suffering. All the pain. All the fear. All the loss.
Worthless.
And it breaks him.
And that’s why he sets off to create a new world of his own making, because he will not take this kind of painful disappointment ever again if he can help it.
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This time..
A Ryoba x Togo fanfic from Yandere Simulator's recent 1980s mode, an au where Ryoba fails in getting her Senpai and meets the very student that once helped her during the weeks of removing her rivals.
Fluff?? Not sure
might have bad grammar idk tho
I might have made Ryoba's part longer
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Togo's POV:
Bringg, bringg- thump!
"Eughh.." I groaned out while that stupid thing was still blaring with my alarm. Looking at the digital clock, it was only 7 in the morning. Are you saying I woke up for nothing? My head ached with stress and irritation from the loud noise from the clock as it still rang in my ears. Goddamit. To add to my already annoying headache, I heard two trucks slowly backing into the side of the road, at least that's what I'm hearing.
Getting out of bed, I harshly pulled open the window and its curtains, I push my head out ready to give an earful to whoever was causing so much noise when "she" appeared in my sight. Before I knew it, my heart was already pounding quickly in my chest and the headache from earlier was already gone.
Am I seeing things? Am I still dreaming?? Questions like those filled my mind with heat rushing to my cheeks— god it hurts so much.
While I was thinking of those things and doing fangirl or whatever activities they do, the raven-haired girl suddenly looked at me.
Shitshitshitshitshit, she saw me, didn't she!?! Oh god, what do I do!? What if she thinks I'm a creep or a pervert!- wait, does she even remember me??
Were my thoughts after I immediately crouched just to hide from her sight and then suddenly, a voice broke me out of my crisis.
"Ah! Put that down over there and be careful, please!" Her voice sounded worried yet still had that cheerful tone from when we were still in school. I slowly looked over my window and sneaked a peek.
Ryoba Aishi.
A kind and smart girl in Akademi High and was also well-liked by the teacher yet she approached me with kindness despite my tough act and bad reputation. Even when I threatened her, she stood bravely and asked if she could help me.
I never thought of interacting with her. Afterall, she was a natural beauty and had done good deeds unlike me, who was a delinquent and had an older brother that was part of the Yakuza. She was way beyond leagues.
But imagine my surprise when she approached me out of nowhere and said she was willing to help me. For context, I was in some deep shit with some gang in the town and she offered to help me by beating up those guys.
At first, I thought she was just some weak goody-two-shoes but what I saw that day made me see her in a different light. She was a good fighter, much better than those cowards who used weapons to fight while she fought only with her bare hands. Who would have thought the third-year's beauty and brains was a fighter strong enough to beat 5 dudes taller than her and has weapons?
And that was how I slowly fell for her. I was a coward back then for not dealing with them and for not confessing to her or at least show some emotion other than being tough in front of her.
Graduation passed and I never saw her again. I swore to myself that I'd be a new man by the time we meet again. I quit my delinquency, started studying properly and got into a good college that provided great help to my plan on having a perfectly normal but genuine life. I told my brother he won't need to worry about me being in his crime-filled life ever again. I moved out of the house and got my own place, right next to a beautiful park that I was sure she would love. It also had a cute cherry blossom tree, almost as big as the one from behind the school. (I mean, didn't she believe in the myth?.. I'm sure she would love it.)
But now, years after, I saw her again. And she's my neighbor! Which means I can man up and ask her out!
This time, I'll be brave and show her my true self. And if she were to run away?.. well.. I might have to resort to.. extreme actions.
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"Ryoba, is something wrong? You look like something's bothering you.. Talk to me?" Togo stopped our walk and made us stand in the side, standing in front of me with his eyes staring at my own.
I stared back and donned a thinking look, watching as he squirmed under my gaze. How cute. He's so different from when he was still a delinquent, acting tough and rough. Now, he's grown into a young man with good looks and a smart brain. Although there were still some of his scars from school here and there.
Actually, I've always known he had some form of affection towards me. In the past, I paid no heed to him for I spent all my time admiring my beloved and getting rid of those pesky girls.
But I failed on getting rid of one girl and my beloved fell for her and they got together. I could only watch them being happy. Then I realized something..
I didn't actually need his love.
I didn't get any emotions such as jealousy or anger from the turn of events. I even felt.. disinterested. Which brought great shock to me, of course. How could an Aishi suddenly lose interest in their beloved? What would Mother think? She'd be disappointed. Afterall, she told me that an Aishi has their fated partner for eternity and when I find them, I must do anything to get them into my arms..
But.. how could I when I didn't have someone like that?
However, something unexpected happened. My dreams that always showcased me and Senpai, was different. The man beside me was someone completely different yet familiar and comfortable. And I knew who it was.
Everywhere I go in school, I find myself looking for this boy. Even when I was doing some chore for a teacher or a fellow student. And everytime I find him looking back at me, I could feel something in my heart. It was warm and soothing, much different from what I felt from my beloved.
This new emotion then became my greatest fear. It was unpredictable. For my "beloved", I only felt obsessed and mad for him but with Togo, I felt like I could tell him everything I've been keeping secret deep into my heart and expect genuine feelings back. That is why I was scared. After all, I only saw my beloved as an object created perfectly for me, having no opinions. I saw Togo as a person that can love and hate things.
I feared that someday this emotion would grow stronger and I would eventually hurt Togo and it would pain me greatly. So I ran.
I avoided him with everything I've got. Changed my routes so I couldn't bump into him. Insisting to myself I did not hold feelings for this boy. Even did some evil things as to make sure he doesn't see one hairstrand from me.
But.. no matter how hard I tried, I have always kept the urge to see him and confess my love for him deep down. And when we graduated, I moved as soon as I could! Far away so I will eventually forget these feelings and let Togo have a normal life without me.
And so the years passed and I buried myself into work. Day in and day out, work and work.. Yet his small smile never left my mind.
I decided to move back to my hometown. I didn't have a particular reason to, just felt like it and the tall buildings and gross men in my workplace was getting too much.
Imagine my surprise when I found out Togo was my neighbor! The mixed emotions I felt, the memories from before came flooding back to me. The walls I so wanted to keep Togo out crumbled in an instant.
I didn't care anymore if I would someday hurt him. I didn't care if he would someday leave me. My feelings are genuine and have been sealed away for too long and I can't just shove them down again when I have the chance to have a relationship with Togo again.
This time, I won't run away. I'll stand my ground and show him my true self whilst cherishing and treasuring him.
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Hope you enjoy reading my FIRST ever fanfic OMG!1!!1!! *acts like I didn't write since my first draft for months and totally didn't go on tumblr for a while*
Might cross-post in ao3..
Leave some feedback please!!! And suggestions to make more fanfics of maybe!1?1!
#yandere simulator#ryoba aishi#yandere sim au#alternate universe#togo atatsuma#ryoba x togo#togo laid off the deliquent thing after graduation because his older bro yakuza said so#and mostly because ryoba might become interested in hi#i can't believe i wrote this tbh#this gave me the giggles
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OKAY SO:
Some XBC3 thoughts because my brain will NOT LEAVE ME ALONE about them.
LANZ
I think, given Lanz’s aptitude for being assigned TWO healer classes (plus Soulhacker, which can turn into a healing class if you’re determined to), could have been a healer had he not decided to barrel headlong into sacrificial tank mode.
What would that have meant? Healer Tank! To the best of my knowledge, none of the healers in the game are particularly durable combatants, and at least one character does have the ability to manifest a shield that heals upon impact. (Zeon’s Deflector Shield, to be specific)
As such, it’s entirely possible that Lanz could have gone full ham into Guardian Healer if he wanted to, a niche specialty that could have still fed into his sacrificial tendencies. (High aggro, constant use of Regen to restore lost health, consistent abuse of blocking, etc.) I do hope that we see that someday, if not in Lanz, then in another character through the DLC.
EUNIE
A late-game sidequest actually mentions that Eunie only ever learned enough healing to ‘get by’, which implies that Healing, unlike most other roles, does not have to be determined by the weapon that they use. (This does make sense, since Eunie is shown working as an Attacker early on, and in her previous life, she was a sniper like Mwamba.)
But, what if Eunie had gone all in on healing? What would she have looked like? Would she have gone into strong debuffs like Taion? Would she DPS heal on hit similar to Teach? She learned Field Skills, similar to Joran, but she has more affinity to Tanks like Monica and Ashera, both of whom have various skills that are useful for Eunie.
But what if Eunie was a Defender instead? This is mostly based on the fact that Eunie has two classes that encourage counterattacking - Ashera’s Returning the Favor, and Monica’s Come an’ Get Me, both of which return damage to the enemy.
Ironically, this actually makes Sena the better Oroboros candidate for Eunie.
NOAH
Turns him upside down; shakes him.
What the hell do we do with you, sunshine? Noah, of all three Kevesi teams, seems to be the most suited to being an Attacker. He could probably do just fine as a Healer, or a Defender, but for him, it’s not really a priority, not in the way it was for Eunie or Lanz. Noah fits in his niche as an Attacker, and not in the conventional way. He’s a tactician, a planner. He’s fast enough to come up with plans on the fly, and he has the ability to maintain his cool even under fire.
Additionally, he’s capable of restraint of firepower, an option neither Healers nor Defenders have, being focused on Healing and Defense, obviously. Option and recommendation: Defender evasion tank, if he had to pick an alternate.
MIO
Why is this girl not a healer? Answer me Monolith Soft, you cowards. Yes, Nia is probably her mother. NO I DON’T GIVE A SNUFF MAKE HER A HEALER YOU COWARDS.
I will not be taking criticism.
TAION
Taion tanks more than actual tanks in his cutscenes. Explain to me that, you cowards. Also, Taion holds heavy responsibility towards other people, to the point that he blamed himself for a plan of another person’s making. Also, a Defender has a good idea of everyone’s status, despite Taion’s quote of how healing duty is the best monitor of a battlefield.
Defender Taion you cowards.
SENA
The Girl With The Gall! … I will never understand why she did not pick up a flute in Miyabi’s absence. Given Sena’s tendencies to mimic that of the people she often envies and considers to be more worthy of Mio’s attention, I’m genuinely surprised she didn’t try, given how hard she tries to seek approval in all the wrong ways. If not an offseer, Sena’s desire to protect at the cost of her own life fits the Attacker Profile, especially since she is so reckless in defending herself.
#Lanz Xenoblade#Eunie Xenoblade#Noah Xenoblade#Mio Xenoblade#Taion Xenoblade#Sena Xenoblade#Xenoblade Chronicles 3#xx4. text#[random ramblings]#[maybe Meta discussion?]
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isidnt even noticeyou reblogged the bingo. give us an akira and a ryuji. now
yes boss right away boss
oh jesus oh fuck. i feel like it's easier to explain what i DIDNT cross off than what i did. but no worries! i can do both
•chihuahua energy / himbo: he's close but not quite. deffos not a parental figure and i don't overly relate to akira.
now for what i did / the weirder options at least.
• joke character: my like of him started out as a joke kinda. i was genuinely intrigued by his design but i called him Attractive Glasses Man for lack of a better name at the time for god's sake
•unapologetic mary sue: gee akira how come atlus lets you kill like 3 gods and not just seal them away. he's not even supposed to be the wildcard he's like something else entirely you little freak. this also ties into the genre square; objectively he's the thief the strongheaded stoic dependable leader that is righht for the job but from a meta perspective This Is Just Some Guy. He's not supposed to be playing the role of hero he was just plucked into this madness by God. do you get me ? unlike every other neosona protag akira was not picked by the velvet room!!!!!!!!! blue bitches just had to cope !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
•beloved derogatory: WHY THE SILENT PROTAG. WHY THE SILENT PROTAG. WHY THE STUPID BITCH WITH TWO NAMES THAT I HAVE TO FIGHT FOR MY LIFE EVERY SINGLE DAY OVER FOR REGARDING CANON SHIT
•anything else is self explanatory if youve heard me talk about him at all i think. and if not: send an ask coward.
ryuji is also pretty easy for me to write so he gets half points like haru. uhh. this feels embarrassingly empty compared to akira im so sorry ryuji. i considered filling in the favourite box but i feel bad to do that to haru. also considered perpetually lost but hmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he has his moments but i feel like he knows his way around tokyo fairly well?? in palacces and mementos he fucks up a lil but can you..... blame him
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Her Tears For This Kingdom:: Chapter 0
[Legend of Zelda Fanfic]
CHAPTER 0:: Introduction
"Princess- WAIT. UP!" A sharp voice called out, irritation evident in it as a man gasped, running up beside the marching young princess.
She whirled on him, lifting a hand to jab a finger just an inch from his chin, her sharp blue eyes boiling with various emotions she kept often trapped inside. Her lips were curled back as she resisted the urge to snarl at his face. "You want me to marry that disguised imp?!" Right then she snarled, a very unladylike noise from the blonde princess that was the peak of royalty. "I refuse! You KNOW how I feel about him! He repulses me! He waves his money around like a playboy as well as that appendage in his trousers!" At the mention of the noble's, ahem, private parts, the king's cheeks flushed a deep pink. "Father, you seriously want me to even CONSIDER him? He's unsuitable! Not to mention more interested in trysts than genuine marriage."
"I didn't know that was how you felt, my sweet! We'll find a more appropriate suitor th-"
"No. You'll cease because we have more important things to worry over, father, not whom I am to wed. Or did you forget the aggravations starting with the Gerudo tribe in the desert, hm?
"Yes, my sweet. Anything you want, Princess Zelda." The man bowed; in truth her father was a coward in many ways and he often bent to her will. Some might call her spoiled but she preferred the term commanding. She was just as her mother had been.
She turned and kept walking, her father hot on her heels as the two entered the throne room where the nobles had gathered. The king unceremoniously scampered to his chair, adjusting his crown while she stood a few feet in front of him, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room.
"Princess Zelda, you grace us with your presence!" One noble called; a young man.
"As radiant as your beauty!" A woman swooned from the left side.
Princess Zelda was unlike the other versions of her both in the past and in the future. She was vocal, authoritative and very intelligent. She had lengthy brilliant golden hair with the sides pinned up and back, the ends dangling as bangs to frame the side of her face. Her oceanic blue eyes were curious and observant. She wore a beautiful pale blue summer dress with white and gold lace at the end which came to her knees adorned with a black sash at the waist. Her face was dusted with makeup, highlighting her cheekbones and her stunning eyes. She wore white stockings to conceal the flesh of her legs with buckled heels that clicked as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her dress sleeves only came to just below her shoulders and so her arms were adorned with golden bracelets with varying designs on them.
Her father was a portly gentleman with a graying mustache (from stress, hardly age) while his actual hair was pinned back into an elegant bun and was the same shade of her own but with grey intermingled. He had his crown affixed to his head and his royal robes concealing that gut of his. The man wined and dined far too often!
She cleared her throat as her sharp blue eyes scanned the room. She called out in a crystal clear voice; "Let this be known to all! I will not be taking an interest in suitors until such time as I am 20. I will not be used as a barter before I am ready. And when I am I will PERSONALLY select to whom I will marry. That will not be dictated for me!" She pointedly turned, glaring at her father who shivered beneath her gaze as he lowered his. She turned back and smiled. "But enough of that, you've come to discuss issues in your areas; please beseech my father to tend to them. I will retire to the gardens to get some fresh air, I'm feeling a bit out of it. Thank you for your time, my people." She bowed gracefully before pivoting and heading briskly towards the door that led outside.
Once the door was shut and she was outside she exhaled sharply before taking off in a sprint down the little path towards the gardens. The gardens were a section of the castle that she cherished most of all. Her mother had everything planted and had tended to them until she passed away four years ago. Her mother had been like the sun itself and had cast such a warmth around the castle. However without her, just as without the sun, night had fallen and the difference was vast. Her father became a bumbling fool and she was left to fend for herself at times. Granted she was now 18 and could handle everything herself.
That didn't make the loss of her mother any easier. It weighed heavily on the hearts of those who loved the benevolent queen.
"Oh mother.." She whispered as her hand affectionately brushed against the petals of the silent princess. Her mother and her had shared the love of this particular flower. She smiled softly before heaving a sigh as she moved to sit in a bit of lush grass and gently tugged at some of the grass mindlessly, her eyes drifting off.
A rustle came from the direction of the castle and she turned her head to see the knight Tanei frowning down at her as he approached. The curt knight was much older, a well seasoned guard with salt and pepper hair and the Royal Hylian Knight attire adorning his fit frame. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, your highness, but your father wanted me to inform you that a messenger has arrived and informed the court that the Gerudo King and his guard will be here within the next few hours. He wishes you to make yourself presentable because you'll be required to attend."
Her eyes narrowed. Great. The barbaric Gerudo. "Understood. Thank you Knight Tanei. Inform him I'll be there shortly."
The knight nodded and left her to herself for the moment. She inhaled before moving to stand, brushing off her dress of grass and exhaling softly. She quickly adjusted her hair, nodded to herself before heading back inside. She was still feeling faint but the air had helped.
The nobles had left the court, leaving her father alone with several of the highest ranking members to the court as well as the royal knights who were all but present aside from the knight Cobul whose wife was gravely sick and so they were in the countryside as she was being treated. They greeted her and she returned the kind greeting before taking her seat beside her father's, crossing her legs as she placed her joined hands atop her raised knee. Time passed relatively quick as the group went back and forth.
Suddenly the door was thrown open and a hush went about the room as in came the entourage of Gerudo that had come from the desert. She was expecting grizzly muscles and a scarred king but what she saw actually baffled the young princess.
The Gerudo King, Ganondorf Dragmire, was not what she had expected. Sure, he was muscular and handsome but he was young, dangerously so. He was all toned and built, hinting at the fact of his intense training the man kept to. If she had to guess she'd put him at early 20s, maybe even nearing mid-20s. His vibrant long red hair was pinned up in a topknot while some of it still spilled onto his back. He wore golden ornaments along his chest, arms, ankles as well as on his topknot. He had on golden sandals, loose tan pants gathered at his knees bound by golden ornaments there.
His robe was embroidered with extravagant symbols and colors, crimson lined with golden sleeve weights. His outer robe was matte black contrasting to the colorful inner design. His lower torso was wrapped in a haramaki to reinforce his core strength while his right arm was bare, a massive sword on that hip as he walked in. A cloth covered his shins and soles so that his skin wouldn't chafe. His broad chest was visible as well as the Gerudo markings along his visible right shoulder and upper torso.
She blinked and felt herself getting embarrassed for looking at him for far too long.
"Entering, the Gerudo King, Ganondorf Dragmire." A knight called out, catching everyone in there staring.
"Welcome, welcome!" Her annoying father was quick to nervously rub his hands together at the sight of both Ganondorf and his guard, who looked equally impressive. "It is an honor that you would visit us, King Dragmire-" The king started but this drew a deep rumble of a chuckle from the Gerudo, who shook his head.
"Please, your majesty. Call me Ganondorf if it suits you. We are both kings and therefore can be familiar with each other." Ganondorf's golden eyes were sweeping the room and had landed on the young princess who nervously shifted in her seat.
"Likewise, Ganondorf, you may call me Aba Vin. Don't ask why my parents named me two names, haha!" Her father laughed way too loudly before gesturing towards her. "And this beauty is my dearest daughter, princess Zelda."
"It is my pleasure to be in your presence, princess. I hope to learn more about you both." The way Ganondorf said that made her skin crawl with nerves.
She used this moment to study the guard he had brought with him as his eyes returned to the king's and the two went back and forth with their 'pleasantries'.
The guards were around fifteen in total, all adult Gerudo females in modest clothes that showed skin around their stomach, arms and legs as well as their neckline. Armor plating concealed their hands, feet, waist/hips, chest and shoulders with a feathered helmet on top. Normally they'd be equipped with spears but weapons in the throne room were prohibited by his majesty and so they stood awkwardly several feet behind their king.
How odd. They vaguely reminded her of gargoyles from how stiff and still they were.
The room was getting oddly warmer than it usually was, maybe it was due to the fact that she already didn't feel well. She fanned her face as discreetly as she could and she could tell her movement drew the eyes of the Gerudo King, who occasionally glanced over towards her as he and her father talked.
She didn't need to be here for this. She was starting to feel light-headed. Before she could stop herself she got to her feet and staggered towards the door, almost collapsing right there if not for arms catching her; the knight closest to her was Tanei and he skillfully closed the distance to catch the princess. "T-thank you." She said, distracted. He steadied her and she felt even further embarrassed at being the center of attention as everyone stared at her; some with surprise, some concern, some curiosity. It was unnerving. Her cheeks heated up even further before she pushed away from the knight. She could walk.
She left through the door to head back out to the garden while her father tended to the Gerudo King and his guards.
She found her spot and sat down, leaning against the wooden beam that held the overhead awning that shielded her from the rain on days when it decided to part them from the sky. She sighed as she brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, linking her fingers together before burrowing her face against her knees.
How embarrassing! She was the princess! If only her blasted body kept itself in check, how dare it get overheated during a crucial encounter and cause her to space out.. but no, she couldn't equate her spacing out to merely her questionable health in that moment. She had been caught off guard by the young Gerudo King with his piercing golden eyes.
No, stop that! Stop thinking. Get fresh air.
She inhaled and closed her eyes, clearing her mind. She breathed in and out for a while until the world faded away and time passed without her knowing. Soon she was awoken to the sound of movement. She lifted her head groggily, realizing that she had fallen asleep and some time had passed. She rubbed her eyes as she saw a shadow cast over her as someone entered beneath the awning and was chuckling.
She lifted her gaze to see the young Gerudo King staring down at her with a curious smile. "Sleepy, princess?" His questioning tone held his amusement.
She flicked her gaze away and lowered her chin back to her knees, resting it there as she tried to pointedly ignoring him. She closed her eyes and breathed out.
She heard movement and turned her head, opening her eyes to see that the Gerudo had taken the spot beside her, his right leg pulled close while the left was outstretched. His arms were draped across the raised knee and he was peering into the garden around them. She could tell he was admiring the beauty the garden held.
"You seem comfortable here. I assume this garden must be a place of such for you." His soft voice mumbled as if to himself but it was to her as he glanced over at her before resuming his wandering gaze to the garden.
She gave a soft mhm to his words before closing her eyes.
"Are you ill, princess?"
She shook her head. "I'm fine." She mumbled against her knees.
He chuckled softly as she could feel his gaze on her. "You didn't seem fine earlier. Almost as if you might have passed out in the throne room. I would hate to hear that you took ill on the day that I came to forge a union with your kingdom."
At the mention of union her head snapped up and her eyes opened to narrow.
"Wasn't some of your people attacking carriages of Hylian citizens?" Her biting words caused the Gerudo to blink at her as confusion filtered onto his face.
"No, you have that wrong. There's a faction of fanatics at the edge of the desert that have been attacking carriages; not just ones that contain Hylian but also ones with Zora Mead and Goron metals." He clarified, his tone sharp as if she had insulted him by the accusation.
She furrowed her brows, her blue eyes studying his intense golden orbs. "That's not what the knights have reported." She lifted her nose.
"Your knights have found fabricated information; they really should vet the sources properly." He scowled at her, his eyes narrowing.
She blinked at him. Was he telling the truth? Was there false information being passed around? She didn't trust him. Something felt.. wrong about him.
She watched him push himself to his feet as he carefully stretched, cracking his back with a grunt before he turned and held out a hand down to her. "Your father asked me to see you brought back inside. It's getting late. There's a big day tomorrow."
Big day? She hesitantly reached out and slid her much smaller hand into his and he pulled her up. His hand was really warm, she noted. He released her hand but offered her his arm to help her as he could still tell she was out of it by the flush of her cheeks.
She wrapped her arm gingerly around his before he led her inside.
Tomorrow would be not what she would expect of it. But then again surprises were about to be consistent.
After seeing the young princess returned to her room with a soft goodnight the Gerudo King went to check on his guards. They were given accommodations in the guard section of the palace. He made sure their rooms were suitable for them before heading up to the chamber that the King had granted him. That fat oaf. As soon as the door clicked shut he inspected the room for any kind of spy device before grinning softly. Too easy.
It was all too easy. The journey, the arrival, getting the princess alone for their introduction, to study her. The princess was just as he expected; snobby in some regards, naïve but curious. He wouldn't underestimate her but he very much planned to do what he desired.
His mother had given him a very powerful weapon. As he held out his hand the shadows gathered and from them came the sword he wielded. The sword was long with jutting points while being completely black with a red aura surrounding it. The hilt bears resemblance to the Master Sword with a red jewel as well as an upside-down Triforce emblem. His mothers always held the sword in reverence, saying it was once wielded by a very powerful being and that the sword was sentient with the spirit of one called Lord Ghirahim.
He gave it a good swing before placing it down onto the bed.
You DO know you don't need to be gentle with me. The spirit from within the sword purred.
Ganondorf was already turning away, looking towards the mirror as he lifted his hands towards his hair, undoing the topknot and freeing it from the golden ornament, allowing it to spill fully down his back. He shook his head before turning to walk into the connected bathroom to splash his face. He could still hear the sword speaking to him.
Quit ignoring me, young king! It growled. Well not 'it' but Lord Ghirahim as the sword wanted to be called. I offer you the means to achieve more than the scraps you're given! Don't you want to elevate your people, the Gerudo, to a higher level of living? Well, yes, Ganondorf did. He looked upon the lands of Hyrule with envy. While the sword couldn't read his mind in this moment it almost felt like it had. You need to get access to the Temple of Time close by. What you desire rests there.
"What I desire?" He strolled back into the room, a hard look in his golden eyes. "How would YOU, a mere talkative blade, know what I want, mm?"
A deep chuckle from the spirit within the blade. Because your soul resonates like the one who wielded me before. You hunger for power, for control, for a better life. I'm offering you a direction to achieve that.
"And you're pointing me in the direction of this.. Temple of Time?" He adjusted his robe before peeling it off and draping it across the back of a chair. "You do realize how foolish that would be. That's one of the most sacred areas to the Hyrule Kingdom; it's guarded. Heavily. You want me to just waltz right in there, snatch some dusty old trinket?"
The sword chuckled again, this time a more menacing sound. What is inside isn't some old trinket with dust covering it, young king. It's an object that's been heavily guarded for a very long time. But if you want to remain a weak king unable to save your people I'll cease. Oh, if only someone would seek to be strong! The voice had a very mocking and sarcastic tone and this made Ganondorf's eye twitch.
How impudent! He had half a mind to chuck the sword back into the shadows and never use it again. But what it said caused him to think twice about that. The sword had a valid point. He wanted power. No, he craved it.
He rolled his eyes before turning back towards the sword, reaching up to free the various golden ornaments to take them off. They were uncomfortable to sleep with. He pulled the sash free, placing the massive sword against the wall while the sash was tossed upon the chair with his robe.
He peeled off his pants before reaching for the covers to throw them back, sliding into the bed. He stretched out, draping the sheets lazily across his waist to keep his chest bare, arms propped beneath his head. He peered at the ceiling, taking steady breaths as he contemplated everything.
"Fine, Lord Ghirahim. I will seek more intelligence regarding the Temple and whatever treasures lie within. For now be silent and let me rest."
Do rest well, young king. The blade grumbled before it fell silent.
And so the young Gerudo King drifted off to sleep.
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Black Envy (Analysis, LeviathanxNightmare)
Created on: 10/5/22
requested by: no one, this is me using an OC (OMIGOD! OCXCANON? CRIINNNGGEE) to try and motivate myself after a year of being dead. im supposed to be making a Christmas oneshot & killermare oneshot but im stressed and using analysis to relax before my AP class kills me with a large workload again
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canonically? this ain't gonna fly
Nightmare is more likely to use Leviathan as a servant and nothing more
Leviathan themselves feels they are done with romance after the disaster that was them and a monster named Aluminum breaking their heart
but lets dive into the dynamics of a possible ship anyways because let's be honest, none of the major ships are likely to happen in canon anyways
the basis for the dynamic that im using btw is the one from my old fic, "Curse You" (NightmarexCross). if you haven't read it yet, i won't spoil anything except for the short conversation between Leviathan & Nightmare
Leviathan is like Fresh or Error, a neutral entity that simply goes in and out of the castle and is permitted to do so because 1. trying to permanently take them out isn't worth the hassle because 2. they hardly do much damage to his team anyways aside from being an annoying little shit and 3. their existence is useful despite their neutral stance
Error fights with Ink, which can preoccupy the Star Sanses for any potential plans Nightmare has
Fresh is a parasite, probably can't be killed but he's a minor inconvenience at worst since Nightmare is strong enough to ensure and threaten Fresh to not attempt turning any of his henchmen into hosts
Leviathan doesn't directly help either side, but their presence alone can weaken Dream and strengthen Nightmare because they're a demon of the 7 mortal sins, specially ENVY. like the two guardians, they have an aura that Nightmare can take advantage of
Nightmare comments to himself in the oneshot however, that Leviathan is a coward and a fool for being too scared of embracing their power. Leviathan on the other hand thinks Nightmare is the fool for being so power-hungry without a particular goal in mind after spreading negativity
if the two were to become more intimate somehow, it'd be genuinely difficult for them to be okay. Nightmare isn't TOO affected by their aura of ENVY since he feeds off of it as a feeling of negativity, but his team sure is and are prone to becoming envious of one another or even their relationship. it'd be hard for them to come to terms with accepting one another's views as well since unlike with Crossmare or Killermare, Leviathan doesn't serve Nightmare nor do they support his goals in any way
Leviathan would look down on his attempt to spread negativity and could potentially ask him philosophical questions that he's just not ready for ("what exactly do you want from all this power? what is it you're looking for in all of this negativity? what then, when you're the king of the Multiverse?")
Nightmare would look down on his passiveness and refusal to act out of a fear of repeating mistakes, possibly being reminded of his old self before biting the black apple ("why do you just let these things happen? why don't you do anything about it? why do you act so weak when i know for a fact you're not?")
a lot of issues are bound to come out of this, especially since they're both likely to directly challenge each other's world views, and while Leviathan isn't likely to do much because of, again, their passiveness, Nightmare is likely to get irritated with the back and forth
Black Envy is probably a ship you'd want to save for angst and slow burns when they actually have the time and support to work out the kinks in their relationship to sail, but the multiverse isn't exactly like that now is it?
now for the what if scenarios that they miraculously work out being super stubborn about their perspectives for one another, would they work? well, lets see
Nightmare is mostly logic and business orientated, typically committed to his work unless on the rare occasion relaxing with the team. while Leviathan won't be like Killer in using his contagious positivity to have excitable fluff, they are quite chill and is capable of speaking Nightmare's language of common sense and reasoning to get him to take breaks or sit down and have a bit of fun
and when i say fun, i mean vibing. because going to be honest (in my own opinion), Nightmare doesn't seem like the type to do things like want to go out to amusement parks or arcades. he seems more like a quiet, home-date kinda of guy to me who'd prefer library dates or just quietly sitting together, or even watching a movie.
ANYWAYS-
would the vise versa happen? because relationships need to go both ways
well Leviathan is more of the vibe type of person who kinda of hangs around and goes at their own pace. Leviathan is a being of water, after all. and water does it's own thing, it's fluid. so the way i'll take it for a vise versa situation would be their abuse of substance addiction, or as noted in the previously mentioned "Curse You" oneshot, alcohol
they're a drinker, yeah. not going to go into it here, but they do have a problem
just as Leviathan can use the fact that Nightmare is a logical person to logically talk him out of overworking, Nightmare in all his intelligence is just as capable of using the fact Leviathan is a spontaneous individual to get them out of the drinking mood
so yeah, it works
Overall: i'll admit that i find Black Envy to be a really interesting ship and not because one of them is my OC (no offense to anyone but Cross is my favorite sans), since i like complex relationships with a lot going underneath the surface on both sides. i also like slowburns O-o canonically this could never work like most things, and i genuinely don't know if it could work in a fic either.
like all ships, it depends on the circumstances, situation, and AU. but i must say, i like the idea a lot more than i originally thought since im usually afraid of mixing my OCs with canon
it would take a lot to make this ship sail, and i mean a LOT. you'd have to go full on slowburn to get this to sail. but once it does? wow, it's SMOOTH sailing, and not just because they're both on the more calm side
#ship#analysis#ship analysis#sans#undertale#nightmare#nightmare sans#dreamtale#leviathan#leviathan sans#clawedtale#black envy#leviathanxnightmare#NOOOO WHY WOULD YOU SHIP OCXCANON?!?!?!?!?!#because im stressed and i'll destress however i want
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