#THIS IS INHUMAN / YET IT'S MINE ( development )

[dabivrse]

scrap metal ♡ (frobin)

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genre: hurt/comfort

pairings: nico robin x franky

wc: 2.2k

cw: mental illness, depression, body dysmorphia, dysphoria (but like cyborg dysphoria), comfort, angst, fluff, suggestive references, self harm, franky feels less than human

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I know x reader tends to do better on this app but I deeply adore frobin and I've always thought about the idea of franky struggling with his humanity. Its been a headcanon of mine since he was properly introduced.

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Franky could never understand people who didn't have an inner monologue. His brilliant mind runs a hundred miles a minute; he's always got something to think about. He internally discusses future inventions and ship-building plans or sings to himself while he works. He spends most of his time thinking about his Nico Robin. He replays the day she said yes to being his partner in his head daily; he could spend hours thinking about her hair and smile. The mere thought of her tears fills Franky with a deep-seated rage. All she has to do is look at him, and he's on cloud nine.

Franky is in his development room, working on a new weapon design, when the door creaks open. He looks up to see Robin making her way over to where he's standing by his desk.

“Hello, pretty lady,” he says, his voice raising in volume as his mood picks up instantly upon seeing the woman he loves. Robin giggles at the affectionate term and stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss the underside of Franky's jaw.

“Hello, Honey.” One of Franky's large hands settles around her waist to keep her at his side. Thinking about Robin when she's not with him, his emotions run high, but when she's in his arms, he's completely relaxed and able to enjoy her company without wandering fears of losing her literally or figuratively. He leans down and pushes his face into her neck; the cold of his metal nose makes her flinch at first, but once she adjusts to the feeling, she threads a hand through his hair and lets out a happy sigh as Franky presses his lips to her skin. He's wary of how much bigger than Robin he is and hurting her is an unforgivable sin, so he's gentle with his affection. He might be gentle, but he's still a pervert, so when his palm opens up to reveal a smaller hand that dips into the waistband of Robin's skirt, she tugs his hair to get him to lean back and look her in the eyes. She presses a kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates. “As handsome and tempting as you are, you need to behave. Anybody could walk in.”

She's right - of course, she is - Usopp, Chopper and Nami are all frequent visitors to Franky's workshop. He nods at her words, flushing red at the compliments. The compliments he's used to refer exclusively to how cool and ‘inhuman’ he looks. People tell him how talented he is as a shipwright and inventor in general, but anything regarding his looks comes off more as someone talking about a suped-up car than a human being. It's the one thing he can't get used to in his relationship with Robin. He knows she's not lying to him and that she really does find him attractive, but he still can't grasp how different it feels to be desired. He's completely prideful and not at all shy when he's pleasing her. In the bedroom, he's fully confident, but something as sweet and innocent as a kiss on the cheek has him so shell-shocked that he can barely speak.

“So, how come my beautiful angel came to visit me?” Franky asks after clearing his throat and going back to staring at his blueprints. Robin cheerfully laughs at the pet name. Franky has asked her how she really felt about all his dramatic names for her, and she had told him that they make her feel special; she had also made a morbid comment under her breath about how they'd add to an emotional yet creative eulogy for her one day and Franky had pretended not to hear it.

“I wanted to make sure you're getting enough food and cola”, she smiles, kissing the left side of his chest. Robin places a plate of food down on the desk, and he guesses Sanji had dished up dinner and Franky had been so focused on his getting some work done that he hadn't heard the cooks call for food over his inner argument over what size gun to add to his robot. He thanks Robin and begins to eat. When he's finished with his food, Robin picks up the plate and leaves, promising him she'll visit later as she goes.

Franky is once again left alone with his thoughts.

As he's working, his reflection in a mirror leaning against the wall catches his eye and Franky flinches. Sometimes, he forgets what he looks like and seeing a huge cyborg as flashy as him is jarring. He has to remind himself he's not a little child anymore; he's something way cooler. He goes back to his work and tries to ignore the thoughts that begin to swarm him. His eyes keep getting drawn to the metal on his body. He recalls how earlier Robin had flinched at the cold metal of his nose and how difficult it is sometimes just to hold her without fear he'll hurt her. Sometimes, he thinks she would be better off with someone who can keep her warm at night, like Jinbe or maybe someone younger and more conventionally attractive, like Zoro or Law. Franky is a brash and loud man, but deep in the pits of his heart, there still lies the broken, abandoned kid. The feelings of worthlessness that took over his body as a child never truly left him; even after he tried over and over again to replace them with metal.

His smaller hands shake as he finishes his food and pushes his plate away. He tries to pick up his pen and write again, but he can't focus at all. His initial plans have taken a backseat to the unrelenting self-doubt that he tries to keep locked away behind his smile. He pushes on with his work, absent-mindedly scribbling down plans for a self-upgrade. He doesn't realise he's crying until the door handle clicks and snaps him back to his senses. Now he's acutely aware that he's crying and that one of his crewmates is about to see him. Franky's manly tears aren't unheard of, so he's able to play it off to usopp, who has come to ask about weapon materials, as simply inventing something so cool it's made him emotional. Usopp laughs, tells Franky he can't wait to see it and leaves after getting the advice he'd requested. The tears leave Franky feeling off-kilter for the rest of the day.

Later that night, Franky is entirely unable to sleep. He tries to focus on Robin, who's sleeping beside him and matches her breathing, but it doesn’t work. He shifts around to get comfortable and rests a large hand on Robin's waist, and then it all comes crashing down. That hand is not a human hand. When you press his metal nose, it changes his hair, and that's not human anatomy. His stomach has an empty chamber that uses cola as a fuel, and that's not human. He has weaponry built into his body, and that's not human. Franky is not human.

He makes a strangled noise as if he's gasping for air, and he scrambles to his feet. The noise wakes Robin, and she asks what's wrong, voice laced with concern. Franky doesn't notice she's awake, and he can't hear her question over the uncomfortable ringing in his ears. He makes his way out to the deck, ignoring the worried expressions of Nami and Usopp, who are still awake. He can't verbally describe how he feels, but he reaches to his shoulder, where metal meets skin, and begins to claw. His fingers dent the metal with force, and he only stops when a hand much larger than his covers his and stops his movements. He looks up and sees Robin has used her power. She leans down to where he's knelt on the deck and when she comes into view, Franky notices she has tears in his eyes. He can hear Nami crying behind him and sees Usopp shaking out of the corner of his eye. A new feeling stirs in his gut that makes him feel ten times worse.

He feels guilty for upsetting them. He apologises, but Robin shushes him, cradling his face in her hands. The gentle care with which she approaches him is enough to kick-start the waterworks and Franky is once again reduced to tears. He sobs so hard it causes a sharp pain in his chest. Robin shoos away the younger strawhats and promises to give them an update later. It's now just the two of them and Franky slumps forward, burying his face into Robin's shoulder. His tears haven't subsided, but he starts to apologise before he can stop himself. He repeats ‘I'm sorry’, and though Robin's skin muffles the sound, she can hear him fine and well.

“What are you apologising for, sweetheart? What's wrong?” asks Robin, wiping his tears with her thumbs, and she holds his face to look at her. Franky flounders for an answer, struggling to find his voice. Robin is patient as always and gives him a moment to collect himself.

He doesn't know what to say. How can he tell her he feels alien, like a passenger in his own body? That his ‘skin’ doesn't feel like it belongs on his body. He doesn't know how to explain how nauseous the sight of his own ‘body’ has been making him feel without sounding crazy. Robin is an understanding woman, but how much can she take?

“I feel more like a box of scrap metal than a human”, he says, cringing at how raspy and unsure his voice sounds. Robin remains silent, expression unchanging as she listens to his explanation. “I just wanted to get out of this ugly body. I didn't mean to scare you or the kids”, he says. He tries to avert his eyes despite Robin's hold on his face. He worries he's upset Robin further, but she leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

“First of all, I'm not scared of you, and neither are Nami and Usopp. We're just worried about you because we love you.” she says, moving a hand from his face to run it through his hair. “Secondly, your body is not ugly. You're my Franky and I like you just the way you are.” Her voice wraps around the violent words in his mind and strangles them out, easing his mind slightly. “I'm not going to pretend that I understand your pain, but I do know how it feels to be shunned, and I want you to know that will never happen to you here with us.”

Franky listens intently as Robin speaks. Her words don't take away his pain, but they at least calm him down. The strange, itchy feeling under his skin eases up and he relaxes in Robin's embrace. He kisses her neck and whispers a thank you in her ear. She's patient with him as he lets her comforting words repeat in his head. His tears have stopped, but there's still one question bothering him, and he's unsure if it's appropriate to ask right now. Sensing that he has something to say, Robin encourages him to speak up.

“Do you ever consider leaving me? Like don't you want someone more attractive like -” This time, instead of being patient and letting him finish, Robin cuts him off with a scoff, shuffling so she's sitting in his lap.

“You look at me right now, silly man,” she says, guiding him to look in her eyes. “I love you, I want you, I need you,” she says. Surprisingly, it's the word ‘want’ that gets him the most. It's not that Robin needs Franky around to fulfil some type of urge but simply that she wants to spend time with him. They like each other just as much as they love each other, and the reassurance makes Franky's stomach stir for an entirely different reason. “and there is no one as attractive as you. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” she punctuates her sentence with a kiss to his lips. Franky feels much better now.

“What about Jinbe?” Franky asks to lighten the mood. It's common knowledge that Robin had a crush on Jinbe at first (so did Franky, but he'll never admit it)

“Hey! You like him too. We invited him into the bedroom once. You're my man forever,” she says, laughing into another kiss. They're sitting in silence for a while when Robin starts to yawn. “Now that you're feeling better. Do you want to go to bed?” she says, covering his cheeks in more kisses. Franky gets to his feet, scooping Robin up and carrying her off to bed

When Franky wakes up the following day, Robin is pressed up against his side and he feels at peace. As if she can sense him staring at her, Robin opens her eyes for a second, then smiles and goes back to sleep, snuggling further into his side. Franky feels content as he relaxes into the mattress. For now, his unsure feelings have subsided, and he feels more like himself. He knows they're likely to come again, but he also knows he'll have Robin and the rest of his family to help him.

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frobin is so cute to me so I just wanted to write a cute comfort oneshot about them 😭

#franky my beloved ☹️ #one piece #frobin #franky #robin #cyborg franky #nico robin #franky x robin #one piece oneshots #one piece imagine #anime #franky imagine #robin imagine #frobin imagine #frobin oneshot #op #☁️.one piece #☁️.robin #☁️.franky

[arcadekitten]

not planning on this, just came into mind; would a (fan)game of someones nv ocs fall under your "no fangames" boundary?

If you're creating a game using your Noisrev Fan-Character set in the world of Noisrev: yes I consider this crossing my boundaries. The world is almost like a character in its own right, and it is full of lore and locations and plenty of other things I have not shared or gotten the chance to develop yet. I don't feel right having someone create a game with the world I invented, even if none of my own characters appear in it. They may write it totally different from me.

If you're creating a game using a character who was ONCE a Noisrev Fan-Character but isn't anymore, in a new world: That is fine.

I do not own the concepts of shape-shifting animal people, people with inhuman skin tones, etc. You can create a world that is inspired by mine--come up with your lore, your own rules! And use that for your game! The characters you make can become original rather than fan-characters!

But you can't set your original game to be in Noisrev. Not mine, at least. Even if it's very similar, you'd still have to make your own!

I hope that makes sense!

#ask

[franceblr]

some random, half-baked sasodei headcanons of mine:

deidara doesn’t speak of his past, really; he doesn’t think it’s important. but there’s clearly something wrong with him, something that made him deranged the way he is: that something really intrigues sasori, and he thinks about it more often than he feels comfortable admitting to himself. he starts piecing together whatever information he can get from deidara on his life before the akatsuki, which is admittedly little: deidara has never mentioned his parents, for all sasori knows he could have been grown in a lab, or had randomly spawned one day, emerging from underneath the earth’s crust; deidara makes no mentions of having any friends he grew up with or might have missed. the only thing deidara often describes of his childhood are landscapes, animals and plants he’d observe in his countless hours spent in nature. deidara has always been a wildchild, all mosquito bites and jagged scars and leaves in his hair, feet dirty from running around barefoot, and hardly ever staying indoors even after joining the akatsuki. even as a kid deidara was very observant and perceptive to his surroundings, and has always been deeply fascinated with animals and nature’s cycles, often making comments to sasori and stopping to admire birds’ nests and certain trees. He recognizes birds by their songs, has highly developed spacial orientation and sense of smell, is agile and durable. sasori finds this fascinating: having secluded himself in the confines of his workshops ever since he was a kid, sasori never shared any of deidara’s magnetism towards nature; never felt the need to go further than his desk and bench, never felt claustrophobic in the stale air of his lab. they’re opposites, in this way: sasori is used to the comfort of tight spaces, like a desert animal living in a cunicle underneath the sand, most at ease when compressed in walls close enough it almost feels like being cradled and held, almost feels like being the womb again. deidara needs space, freedom, soaring high among the clouds on his clay bird, no limit in sight other than the horizon where the mountains meet the sky, the pungent smell of fresh air and wet earth clinging to his skin, the cold wind making his eyes tear.

opposites in the way sasori is so consumed by his own past it eats at him even when he’s all wood and poison and cables, grief chewing at his innards relentlessly, uncaring sasori has given everything he had and more to forget, to rise above human emotions and pain, sacrificed his entire life and body to a cause higher than mourning. opposites in the way deidara holds on to nothing, is troubled by nothing, no ghosts of the past keeping him awake in his bed at night, gripping the bed sheets with wide eyes the way sasori has all his life. sasori finds deidara’s detachment and lack of past ironically inhumane and disturbing, the deepest parts of his conscious painfully aware that he’s envious, so desperately envious and jealous of deidara’s uncaring nature, and his tendency to not form any profound attachment to a thing as impermanent as a life. finds his cruelty and derangement all the more intriguing because they don’t seem to be spurred on by a past more tragic than the average shinobi’s; finds himself wondering whether deidara really was born a killer, a child terrorist wiping out entire villages because he likes the drama of the pyrotechnics. and yet sasori can’t help himself but look for all the tell tale signs of disturbance and abuse in deidara’s behavior, not because he cares but because he’s deeply curious and fascinated. because it’s his nature to pick apart and examine and dissect and put back in place the mechanics of anything he holds an interest for, because he can’t help but want to know deidara intimately, turn him inside out, find out where it hurts most and what’s been broken and messily mended by clueless and misguided hands that had never been taught how to piece the shards back together, so sasori can put it all back together, do it right this time, and fill the gaps between the pieces and fit them correctly again. not because he cares about the insufferable brat, not because he thinks it’s unfair and deidara deserves better, not out of empathy and compassion. simply out of sheer morbid curiosity and technical interest.

#sasodei #headcanon #your honor they’re toxic and i’m projecting i have no excuse #deidara #sasori

[mikussabbath]

YOUR FAVORITE SEFIKURA FICS?!?!👀👀

I’ve really taken my time with answering this because I have 400+ Sefikura fics in my bookmarks, and I ended up going through all of them. It was very hard to decide. This ended up becoming more of a rec list, because I really find it hard to narrow it down when there are so many fics with this pairing that have brought me joy. Here are my very most favorites—I hope you’ll enjoy them too.

One shots:

Without Mercy, Without Grace by BloodyWar2411 - Probably one of, if not my most favorite sefikura fic ever. The banter, the dynamic, the inclusion of Angeal, Genesis, and Zack… it’s just so wonderful. Angeal is the time traveler this time, and drags Cloud back with him, which changes many, many things. This one will never get old.

The Brightest Star in the Universe by modeoheim - (Technically a two-shot but shhhh). Sephiroth is an alien who crash lands in Cloud’s backyard. Cultural differences, shockingly wonderful emotional vulnerability, interesting world building, and really fun smut due to Sephiroth’s alien appearance—this one has it all. And lots of feelings. God the feelings these two develop for one another are so amazing.

Shelter From The Light by AsreonInfusion, TekkaWekka - I hesitated between putting this one here and in the pwp section, but there is a fair bit of plot, so I’ve left it here instead. Vampires are a weakness of mine, and this fic really does them justice. There’s something wonderful about the fact that the situation depicted here very much should be fucked up, and yet it somehow isn’t. One of those fics that has me imagining what would come after, how their relationship would continue to build. Lovely.

i’m bunkered with ashen soul by shivadyne - Very, very fun world here that’s been built. Cloud is a vampire, old and powerful, but Sephiroth, as a dragon, surpasses him in both respects. There’s something wonderful about Cloud willingly giving himself over to Sephiroth to be a part of his hoard, who immediately starts doting on him and indulging Cloud’s whims. One of those fics that makes you itch for more.

Alone Together by Up_sideand_down - This one has a super, super unique concept, in which Sephiroth and Cloud are both shoved into one body by Hojo. The hijinks that ensue with that are interesting, but the closeness they crave once they’re separated is wonderful.

That Deep Dark by modeoheim - Haunting and dark. Sephiroth really, truly feels like something very far from human. I like to interpret this one in a sappier light, but the ambiguity of it is amazing. Godly Sephiroth deciding that Cloud is His is really wonderful.

corsetry by silentsaint - I am not sure why this fic stands out so much to me. Or rather, I’m not sure how to describe the way I feel about it. One of the most beautiful uses of long, elegant descriptions and wordplay. The dynamic between these two, with Cloud all wrapped up in a wedding dress… there’s something about this that’s ethereal in and of itself, and it’s uniquely compelling.

Rushes and Reeds by corvidkouhai - Short but sweet. The vibes here are immaculate. This piece, and the energy it captures, really inspired my kelpie fic I wrote for Sefikura week. Always a sucker for mermaid/mermaid adjacent fics, and this one does such a lovely job with Sephiroth’s ethereal inhumanness.

Like Mother, Like Son, Like New by jukeboxhound - This is definitely more of a character study of Sephiroth, but it’s wonderful all the same. It all leads beautifully into seeing Cloud and Sephiroth together. I have a weakness for hair washing, so this is one of my favorites for that reason, but also for the softness that’s here in spite all of the acknowledged hurts Cloud and Sephiroth have caused one another.

Inter-Dimensional Life Strategy Seminars (Attendance Mandatory) by dustofwarfare - Crack but very fun and very amusing. Probably not as fun unless you’re familiar with all of the series that this plays with, but it’s quite funny if you are. My love for Sephiroth and Cloud hating Dr. Phil knows no bounds.

Longfic/chaptered fics:

Telling Time With a Broken Watch by CloudStrifeIsMySpiritAnimal - I wish I could provide you with a link to this one, but it’s sadly been deleted. I think about it all the time, though. I don’t think I’ve seen any other fic be able to go as dark and deep with the enemies dynamic and still somehow pull it back on track toward something resembling a healthy romance. The mental bond was amazing, the banter and humor was great. I miss this one a lot.

Rectify by unknownlifeform - Do I have to explain why I love this one? I kept up with weekly updates for around a year and I swear it was always the highlight of my week. Sephiroth is a God and Cloud is rather blasphemous, which is a wonderful dynamic in and of itself, but this goes so far beyond that. It’s. I don’t have words. (And also I still think about the Saferoth smut in this fic. We were truly blessed with that).

The Little Guy by TokiMirage - One of, if not my most favorite longfic for this pair. A time travel fic in which Cloud is Very Done and decides fuck it, he’s not getting involved at all. Time to be a janitor. And yet somehow, of course, fate brings him back to Sephiroth time and time again. Cloud’s personality and characterization here is great—he’s SO sassy and Sephiroth is drawn to him because of it.

What Is My Life by NightmareDaybreaker - This one is still ongoing and I’ve been following it since the very beginning, which has been such a treat. The story sees Sephiroth coming back to life post-AC, but there are so many twists and turns and the plot is so fun that it feels really unique. The characterization is wonderful, I love the banter, and the way the sexual content is written is to die for—awkward and silly in the best of ways, and it feels so very real and intimate and soft. I adore the way that feelings are portrayed in every part of this fic. There are also multiple pieces of art with each chapter, done by the author. They’re all really wonderful, and I love the way they draw Cloud and Sephiroth.

Cadet Strife’s Adventures in the Big City by Munchkin47 - Fun, sweet little soulmate AU. Cloud is so very sassy, and there is so much sexual tension throughout. It’s really wonderful seeing Cloud grow from half-rate trooper to SOLDIER Third. Very fun.

Patience is a Virtue by Iciseria - In which Cloud decided to work as a lab assistant instead of a trooper after failing the SOLDIER exam and everything changes. This fic is… so fucking soft. It’s crazy that it manages it in spite of the setting. One of those wonderful fics in which Cloud gets to know who Sephiroth really is, who in turn feels Seen for the first time in his life.

Call it Magic by kzam - All of kzam’s fics are just… so wonderful. This one plays with some very interesting dynamics in regards to the connection that Cloud and Sephiroth share. As always with kzam, the world building is really phenomenal, and is worth the read alone.

Deep Waters by unknownlifeform - Look. I’m a sucker for mermaids/mermaid fic. But this stands out even from my usual love of that sort of AU. Sephiroth is a big scary abyssal mer, and him and Cloud kind of hopelessly, awkwardly fall in love. The cultural + size difference is superb, and the plot itself is super riveting. Love this one.

Your Wings by WindsOfTime - Cloud is such a bamf in this one dear god. Takes the usual boring CEO premise and turns it on its head. Cloud is Sephiroth’s assistant, yet he is very much the one in charge. And then there’s the wings and the bigger plot and Angeal, Genesis, and Zack… this one is very, very fun.

PWP:

Rumour Has It by AsreonInfusion - Saferoth tentacle porn and the very start of Feelings. Need I say more?

Reverb by Carressa - One of my favorite smutfics for these two. It plays with some really, really interesting dynamics in terms of how Reunion and puppet!Cloud can be used sexually, and yet somehow is still soft for it? There’s a lot of love beneath the surface here.

Mukbang for Monsters by Fictional_Nympho - This one is a really interesting combination of fun tropes, from camming to monsterfucking to top Cloud, oh my! Really just a whole lot of fun.

Blinded Love by Gregora - Starts off as anonymous sex, but then feelings get involved. Sephiroth has a tentacle dick which is very fun. It’s a source of insecurity for him and very appealing for Cloud—the dive from anonymous sex to feelings in this one is really lovely.

Hazy by esama - Even though this one is a pwp, the plot is super compelling. Time traveler (maybe?) Cloud who’s forgotten most everything except his instinct to kill Sephiroth. Which turns into fucking Sephiroth. Lots of humor, neat dynamic/setup.

The Plan, and How It Went Wrong by XpaperplaneX - While technically this is a bit bigger than what I’d consider a pwp, it is filled with wonderfully written smut, and that’s kind of what the whole plot revolves around. I’m a sucker for pretty men in pretty clothes, so I love the games Sephiroth and Cloud play with one another in that regard.

#sefikura #sefikura rec #sefikura fic rec #answer sabbath #yes yet another silly themed tag I invented even tho it’s unlikely I’ll revive many asks

[lockandkeyhyena]

Hi! Just wanted to say you're a huge inspiration of mine, I absolutely love the way you deconstruct/dissect complicated (and often uncomfortable) concepts/topics, if that makes sense,, and I'm especially invested in the development of your Hell story :3

Intersectionality has always been fascinating to me, and I really appreciate your portrayal of both male and female abusers.

That being said, I would be really interested in hearing your answers to a couple of questions, if you don't mind:

Will Anne be presented as a "redeemable" (as in "able to improve herself") character, similarly to her son?

Would you consider her a "worse" person than Alvin? Or rather, will she be presented as a "worse" person than Alvin in the story? tbh (to an extent) can actions like this even have a measure of better-worse? im not certain

Will Anne have a backstory? If so, will it be "sad", similar to Alvin's?

What was Alvin's father like?

And on a much lighter note, I would love to hear some fun facts about Wendy :3 wonderful amazing fish lady

Sorry if i phrased any of this poorly aaaa

thank you sooo much that means a lot!! this story is very important to me, it’s one i’ve wanted to tell for a while.

answers to your questions!

all characters have the possibility to be redeemed in my mind, that’s generally the whole idea of the story. however, the thing is that characters need to *want* to be redeemed and anne is a character who fundamentally will never see what she did as wrong, at least in the context of this story. i’m certain you could manufacture circumstances to redeem her (i’m of the mindset that everyone can better themselves given enough time) but for the context of alvin’s story, she simply doesn’t view herself as in any way in the wrong, and thus can never change.

when it comes to csa or sa in general i’m extremely cautious as labelling anything as ‘worse’ or ‘better’. such actions are so monstrously inhumane that it’s hard to view them in any way as comparable, especially considering the effect they have on real people. i think that’s a question i would leave up to the audience. all i’ll leave you with is that anne abused alvin while he was younger than ethan, so if age is something you take into account in regards to abuse being ‘worse’ or ‘better’ that might be relevant.

i haven’t decided if anne will have a backstory yet! we’re viewing her solely through alvin’s perspective and she comes across as something not human to him. not *monstrous*, per say but moreso *alien* and *incomprehensible*. that being said she likely does have a ‘sad’ backstory given the themes of the cycle of abuse present in the story.

alvin’s father was your stereotypical stoic sixties-era dad. very emotionally absent and distant.

wendy!! wendy my love wendy my life. she’s simon’s mother and pretty much acts as an adopted parent for ethan after the abuse comes to light. she’s a single mother and excels at it. she does have a bad case of ‘cool mum syndrome’ in that she’s the sort of parent to go ‘okay you can smoke weed but only in the house because i’d rather you do it here than somewhere unsafe’ and have nicknames for all your friends. she’s pretty young and got pregnant when she was nineteen but genuinely loves being a mum even though it’s exhausting.

#csa ment #abuse ment #alvin adams #wendy coho #yeen rambles #ask #hell story #anne adams #alvin's infurno

[fortressofserenity]

The great white whale

While there has been a number of video game adaptations for storied properties like Batman and Spider-Man, the former even having a series of successful video game adaptations like the Arkham series and so on, but for others like Superman it seems not everything is created equally even when it’s possible to come with a solution to this. Admittedly I don’t know much about video games, let alone game development, to know why there hasn’t been a successful or well-reviewed Superman game but I suppose not all superheroes are cut out for other media.

I remember reading somewhere about Wolverine having tenuous connections to Canada is that his protege Kitty Pryde is not that commercially viable, which somebody else pointed out that she appeals to a narrow audience. According to a CBR forums poll, it’s Carol Danvers who’s the most popular superheroine, not her. She is more popular than Emma Frost, but nowhere as popular as Invisible Woman, Jean Grey, Rogue and Carol Danvers are and that’s saying. While the Marvel Cinematic Universe has mined gold from lesser known properties such as Guardians of the Galaxy, Ant-Man and Carol herself, not everything they mine is gold.

Witness things like Iron Fist, The Inhumans and the Eternals. Then we get to an odd epiphany that somebody like Kitty Pryde would be far more viable as a villain than a hero, given she tends to get into fights with Professor Xavier (the figurehead of the X-Men by the way). Video games like Injustice do prove that Superman is viable for video games, but not on his own for some reason that might necessitate some problem-solving to make it doable in order to be as popular as the Batman games are. A good Superman game is possible, but it’s also almost like the white whale of DC video games. Doable but harder to pull off in practise.

There’s something about Superman that doesn’t easily lend itself to gaming, that even if it were possible and feasible to an extent it’s also something that’s elusive for the time being. I guess if all things aren’t made equally, perhaps this might be the real answer to why we’ll never get a good Superman game. Some characters and properties aren’t cut out for other media, whether if it’s the story’s theme or the protagonist themselves. Even if it’s plausible that a Superman game would work both in theory and in practise, the way Superman has been presented makes itself elusive to lend itself to something like video gaming.

Another solution would help, but I don’t think it’s practical considering the budget that gets poured out into making video games. If I’m not mistaken, special effects are already really expensive. It is possible to pull off a video game with overpowered characters, it’s probably already been done several times before. But given video game budget problems, this might be another reason why a good Superman game has yet to come to fruition.

#x-men #marvel #marvel comics #dc comics #superman #supergirl #kara zor-el #video games #videogame #gaming #clark kent

[pretty-fly-bi-guy]

Been working on a Spidersona, no name as of yet but I have his world and background sorted out to an extent.

(Note: above pic not mine)

He lives in a world similar to our own, but a few years ahead 2030-ish to be precise, and in 2015 the united nations put forward a bill pertaining and advocating the use of government funded national and state superhero’s. (Though all too often the governments used them as a tool for conformity than law enforcement)

The government has the sanctioned ability to distribute tech and other mutagenic based powers to consenting adult people who enlist in “hero” programs or contract pre-existing powered people.

People under the age of 18 who already have great skills or powers can enlist in “side-kick” initiatives where-in they train or take temporary apprenticeships under existing hero’s.

Un-contracted “hero’s” or super-powered people who do not approach the government for positions are not allowed to commit vigilante justice and are expected to register themselves and live as a normal person would (although the government often has people monitoring them to ensure the non-hero’s stay complacent) non-hero super-powered people who breach protocol or refuse to sign are labeled by the government as villains, or other criminal categories (i.e. outlaws, and ‘anti-hero’s’) these villains are often hunted by hero’s and put into max security prisons for infringements or forced to register based on factors such as: powers, age, other third-party contracts, and level of retaliation against the government.

In this universe the Avengers exist as a group of government funded “hero’s” who primarily defend cities from ‘villains’ or other threats, as damage control super-people do exist theis world, the Avengers are primarily for combat and counter-villain strikes.

Our Spider-Man is in this universe, is a villain meaning he is an unlicensed super-powered individual. Who refuses to sign up for government recognition.

Spider-Man in this universe started out as a ‘Hero-Critical’ journalist who ended up sneaking into a government lab during an avengers battle with a group of villains, discovering that the government is doing inhumane animal and human testing to develop stronger mutation based powers.

After taking some pictures one of the villains is hurled through the facility by this universes Hulk equivalent who smashes into the facility to pursue. Our Spider-Man hides from him by running into a test cell filled with genetically altered mutated spiders. The cell recognising a foreign entity initiates a termination sequence irritating the spiders and emoting a poison gas into the chamber, the agitated spiders bite him as he yells for help in the sealed cell and the hulk releases him, tearing off the door and allowing him to leave after breaking his camera saying something like “You don’t want this, believe me.”

And so Spider-Man escapes the facility with his DNA rapidly changing due to the mutated spiders venom.

And that’s all I have so far :)

Thanks for reading!!

#spidersona

[madlificent]

Caito Family - Crystal Heart Clip Studio Paint Pro

Hello! Big post ahead!

Been hard at work doing a lot of draft writing and planning for our sci-fi fantasy story, Crystal Heart, so I haven't done quite as much illustrating.

However, I am working on exploring the designs of one of the main trio of characters, Maki Caito, and her parents, Desmond and Isabelle.

Maki and her parents are members of a community self-named The Gifted. They are descended from a group of scientists and explorers that attempted to tap into a massive geode full of seemingly limitless powerful energy, which was discovered to fuel the very planet they live on, Althea. The geode, named Althea's Heart by the Gifted, lashed out against the team when they attempted to mine it and the wave of energy killed many and scarred those that survived, forever changing their chemistry. They were now in tune with the Heart and Althea itself, and this connection allowed them to rapidly evolve to adjust to their circumstances, taking on animalistic or inhuman traits when necessary and becoming something more than human...

The first image, left side of the compilation, depicts Maki at around 6-8 years old, her father Desmond on her left and mother Isabelle on her right. She inherited the canid ears of her parents, who developed them to better listen to their community as they maintain leadership positions and keep literal ears out for danger. The markings visible on their skin are scars from the Heart's energy coursing through their bodies, mostly developing when the individual gains their first Heart Trait of their own.

The second depicts Maki and Desmond some 10 or so years later, after Isabelle has disappeared, presumed kidnapped by the human city of Alexandria, and Desmond has reared Maki mostly on his own. Maki has gained her first individual Heart Trait in the form of a long fox-like tail, developed for better balance while climbing and running along trees after a nasty fall left her injured in her earlier years. She now bears Heart scars as a result of her tail's development.

Phew, that's a bit of exposition, but necessary for context here. I will stop it there, but if you have any questions, feel free to ask and I will answer to the best of my abilities! Who knows, maybe you'll help me develop something we hadn't thought of yet. 😊

#artists on tumblr #crystal heart #maddieart #clip studio paint #digital illustration #oc art #oc #original character #my art #original characters #my ocs #original character art #character family #family #character design #scifiart #fantasy art #science fantasy #modern fantasy #maki caito #desmond caito #isabelle caito #ask away #send asks

[lifefcrged]

Born in the late 1800′s in Blagoveshchenk, Russia

Mother was a minor noble with a small title

Father came from a mining family, no title but wealth

Father bought land that yielded the Nezhdaninka mine

Twin brother, Mikhail

Began to develop power to take illness away & heal people after adolescence

Brother and Mikkah were captured (potentially sold) to the precursor of Hydra in the early 1900′s

Spent almost 40 years in captivity; brainwashed and tortured into obedience; programs similar to the Winter Soldier & Red Room experiments; experimented on to see full abilities & powers used to take life and give life / extend life of officers or regimes etc.

Of note:6 years into captivity was told that her brother had died; was not kept in the same place or sent on missions in the same vicinity as her brother during the remainder of her time in captivity to keep the truth a secret from her

Managed to escape in the mid 40′s as ww2 came to an end and hydra forces were broken and hydra structure was falling apart

Has led a few semi normal human lives since then

In general spends a lot of time in the wilds or in countries with less advanced tech and less capabilities of tracking people - also countries where she can do the most good and travel from place to place without rousing suspicion and serve as a doctor and healer

Is well learned in modern medicine including what research there is on ‘mutants’ or ‘inhumans’ or whatever they’re called in whatever verse it is as much as she can get her hands on things - has several medical and science degrees earned over the last seventy years but under different aliases etc etc

Has worked with doctors without borders many many times under various names and similar organizations tries to stay low key and off the books as much as possible usually

Has worked at various hospitals as an er doctor, as a surgeon, as an oncologist or geneticist etc.

She can be pretty much anywhere doing anything involving helping people out in a medical crisis so feel free to run with pretty much any idea you might have for how she meets your character

Is inclined to steer clear of any of the Big Hero Groups as she doesn’t trust them especially in worlds like MCU where Hydra was hidden inside SHIELD for so long but you can be trying to recruit her who knows it might work this time

She remembers a lot more of what she did and was made to do during her time at Hydra than she will ever admit.  She remembers most of it in fact but will not willingly admit that.  She chooses to try and do good to make up for what she was used to do and doesn’t see what rehashing old crimes / sins will do anyone.

more info to come feel free to bombard me with any questions or things you wanna know more about

as far as her abilities go:

she can absorb someone’s wounds, someone’s illness, someone’s disease and it’s gone from them for good.  she self heals but it takes time the worse the injury or disease the longer it takes

she also has the ability to take or give life / health / vivacity - she can lengthen or shorten someone’s life span potentially exponentially.  she grows stronger the more she takes, but has yet to weaken to the point of risking her own life yet having given health and robust life to others for years at a time

she can take a disease or injury from someone and turn around and give it to someone else

her powers work on humans and anything with human base dna

does not work on animals or plants or anything that does not share a common genetic code (aliens depending on what percentage of dna they share with humans if any)

#BIO. #WIP.

[monstermaster13]

Name: My name is perfectly clear to grasp, it's Dan..and I am one of Nathan's alter-ego.

Species: Were-Aykroyd. It's a well known fact there's lots of me.

Age: N/A. I am practically ageless, so I don't have to worry about people asking me about m age, age is but a number to me.

Theme Song: Soul Man, Sweetest Perfection.

Personality: I am a complex creature, sometimes I can be your best friend if you treat me right but if you don't I can be your worst nightmare, I am socially awkward and adorkable but extremely savy when it comes to horror, I was a character actor at the Mystic Museum Camp Horror attraction and as such played the character of a video store clerk, that in turn helped make me skilled at being a killer when I play a villain. I also act as a 'spirit guide' for Nathan so to speak ,we share a body and he turns into me.

Likes: I take after Dan Aykroyd so I am a paranormal fanatic, but also I love Aykroyd himself..papa Aykroyd is sacred and anyone who doesn't like him will be getting a word from me and my brothers, I also have a fascination for horror movies due to my profession, expect to see me at Spirit Halloween sometime this year once it opens back up.

Dislikes: If anyone hurts my friends or my fellow Aykroyd characters who are also my brothers (you can hurt Frohmyer if you like, nobody likes him, pure evil incarnate), they'll be meeting my wrath, also if you dislike a celebrity out of adjacent hatred or the like I am going to make sure you will have nightmares on me, and also if you dislike Dan Aykroyd or disapprove of him or anything about him (you won't last long, but hey..if I like you I might spare you and make you part of the group).

Love interest: I cannot say.

Friends: Mel, Eucalyptus, Nathan, Matthias/Werebelushi In The Shades.

Biggest pet peeve: Never question the almighty papa Aykroyd in front of me, I am just going

to make sure you won't be here any more...or at least not as yourself, trust me, and anyone who harms Nathan shall face my wrath too. Also never call me a 'freak', yes i'm weird..everyone is, I am me, we're all weird, and I am the king. I am also heavily against brainwashing and/forced mind control, what I do with my brothers is different and is actually more of a bonding thing.

Powers: Enhanced intelligence, possession, inhuman strength, Aykroyd transformation..I can take over people's bodies by possessing them like in Casper or Michael Jackson's Ghosts and they become like me, of course not all Were-Aykroyds are the same, I am also gifted at mimicking other people's voices too and forms too.

Best friend: Nathan...I consider him my other half. I can communicate with him telepathically and through dreams and visions. Also anyone who is a fan of Dan Aykroyd is a friend of mine, and anyone who loves the adventures my brothers and I do is welcome as well.

Pet: Don't have any yet.

Favorite movie: Name a Dan Aykroyd movie, any Aykroyd movie. But also I developed a mutual love of 80's horror movies and I found my muse in the form of David Lynch and David Cronenberg, let's just say the latter has given me quite a few 'ideas' of my own (it helps I always look up the Body Horror section of tvtropes, they give me some wonderfully wicked ideas),

Favorite Anime: Pokemon, Yu Gi Oh, Star Wars: Visions, Akira, Vampire Hunter D, Jojo's Bizarre Advneture, Devilman Crybaby, Digimon, Castlevania. I got into Jojo thanks to Nathan explaining how the vampires in that universe worked and how the Stands work so I made myself a counterpart.

Family: Elwood Blues, Ellis Fielding, Tom Everett, Passenger (Twilight Zone the movie), Julius Jenson, Dr Keats, Captain Milligan, Ray Stantz, Ray Zalinski, Darren 'Mother' Roscow, Harry Sultenfuss, Austin Milbarge, J.P Valkenheiser, Vic Zeck, Yortuk Festrunk, Roman Craig, Sgt Tree, Grocer, Steven Mils, Louis Winthorpe III (Carl Featherbottom was very honored by Louis dressing as him that one time). Vic has the most beautiful eyes, he's the one with the hypnosis powers and the one who taught me.

Enemy: Vic Frohmyer. Not only is that Christmas obsessed jerk a control freak when it comes to Christmas but also he really wants to get his hands on that cursed screen-play that Eucalyptus has, mainly because he knows it's the secret to the 'Aykroyd-verse' so to speak but also because whoever reads it is turned into a Were-Aykroyd (of course he'd want that to make a Dark Were-Aykroyd army nonetheless), hence why it's my job to make sure it's safe in the hands of the right forces.

Tidbit: Despite being akin to werecreature lore, my kind borrows aspects from vampire movies and vampire lore too and also ghosts and demons. And the transformations aren't full moon trigger based either which is a common stereotype of werecreature transformation, true Nathan turns into me sometimes at night but he also transforms into me when it's dark in general, or sometimes when I feel like helping him. I aim to help him, I aim to be a hero and look up to crimefighters.

Favorite Hobby: I love to perform and sing, i've been told i've got quite the voice.

Favorite video game: Mortal Kombat X, Resident Evil: Village (If the cadou mold could be contained somehow and I could use it in combination with some of my Aykroydian DNA it would make me more effective), Dead by Daylight (I have a variant of myself who is a killer in that universe as does Nathan). While it would make sense for me to be a survivor due to my knowledge of horror tropes, I feel killer suits me more in that universe.

Favorite food: Hard to say...too many favorites.

Favorite Attractions: Weta Workshop Unleashed, London Dungeons, Mystic Museum.

Favorite color: A mixture...it could be hard to pick just one.

Favorite book: Let's just say reading HP Lovecraft's work inspired me and I got inspired by R.L Stine and Stephen King too, in fact a lot.

Favorite TV show: Grimm, Cloverfield Lane, X Files, Twin Peaks, Teen Wolf, Big Wolf On Campus, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, SNL, Tales From The Crypt, Are You Afraid of the Dark, Haunting Hour, Creeped Out, Soul Man (no, not the blackface movie or the sitcom with Cedric, the shortlived Aykroyd sitcom), Goosebumps.

#OC Bio #Monstermaster13 #Dan Aykroyd #Were-Aykroyd bio

[whatremainsafterthebombs]

Cowardice

The sound of an exploding landmine—like two wooden blocks slamming together—ripped through the air, followed by the inevitable screams. Life is stripped away from those closest to the mine while those who are lucky enough to live face a different struggle: the inner battle of how to respond to what just happened. Such moments tell you much about a person. The brave are separated from the fainthearted, the heroic from the average. In that moment, I had a chance to be a hero, a chance to be brave. Yet, I was neither. For that, I owe.

It was just another deployment to the Stan. Exaggerated bravado, the façade of machismo, served as my smoke screen, under which I strove to conceal my fear from my comrades, even myself. I was an Army Ranger, and fear could not bother me. Despite my invincibility, fear waited. I was standing near the tent in which I slept, demonstrating my fearlessness for my friends, when wood blocks cracked, shattering the peace of the night. The explosion sounded like someone hit a garbage can with a baseball bat. Then there were the screams. It was not until I got to the source of the explosion that I learned that the screams were made by a little boy. I did nothing to help him. For that, I owe.

I had never heard screams like that before. They were almost inhuman, animalistic, slicing through the air like a bullet through water. They could not communicate anything other than suffering. They were seeking an end to the pain, seeking help from anybody who could provide it. I could have provided that help, but I did not. For that, I owe.

The boy had tried to get a bottle of water by working his way through a minefield that had been set up back in the Soviet-Afghani conflict. Yet the boy did not even want the water; he could have gotten some from the river nearby. He simply wanted the bottle to hold some of his trinkets. His family stood on one side of the minefield, all too knowing of the dangers lurking below the ground. I stood on the other side, rendered immobile by my fear. Neither the boy’s family nor I made a move to help him. We watched him die together. For that, I owe.

Upon leaving active duty military service, I returned home to pats on the back and talk of my bravery. I met the woman who would become my wife and we had two children together. I developed a name for myself in college. Life went well for me. People called me a hero for my time in the military. A fucking hero. I was a hero who would not help a dying boy. I reaped the benefits of my time in the military, but could not help a little boy who needed me. For that, I owe.

I was given a chance once to do something, to be something, great. All I had to do was move and pull a boy to safety. I had a chance to be a hero, and I stood by as the last drops of blood poured from the mangled legs of an innocent child.  I had a chance to save a young boy, and I was a coward. My cowardice allowed him to die, in agony and alone. For that, I owe. 

[many-gay-magpies]

NO DUDE IT WAS GENUINELY SO WILD I WAS LIKE “HUH????” basically long story short heejin is god and created the three planes of the loonaverse- earth, the middle plane (forgot what it’s called) and eden- and then yves starts fucking things up in eden and everything goes to shit ! but the best part of all this is that what you said is exactly what happened. jack and i were playing music video roulette (basically just going back and forth and we each show one music video at a time)- i showed him tagx3 on my turn and he showed me new (yves’s solo song) on his. we were both Very Impressed and had a second hangout meeting dedicated exclusively to me walking him through vrvr’s lore and him walking me through loona’s. this lasted about 2 and a half hours. the craziest part is i sent my first ask to you about two days after that meeting! i stalk the verivery tag bc i’m always looking for content and i saw you posting abt gyehyeon and i said “you know what i am So Down to create even more verrers” and now here we are!!

JINO AND ACCIDENTAL ARSON IS SUCH A CONCEPT- LIKE IMAGINE BACK IN THE ORPHANAGE DAYS WHERE HES JUST DEVELOPING THE ABILITY AND IGNITES EVERYTHING IN SIGHT BY MISTAKE. ALSO I RAISE YOU: FIREPROOF JINO FORGETTING THAT NORMAL PEOPLE NEED OVEN MITTS WHILE COOKING. LETS SAY THERES A KITCHEN IN DECELIS AND SOME STUDENT COMES IN AND SEES JINO REACH INTO THE OVEN BARE-HANDED TO PULL OUT A TRAY OF COOKIES AND LEAVES TRAUMATIZED (i work in a bakery i have felt the wrath of a hot tray). I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABT JINO

- vrvr anon

NO THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE ALL OF THIS. YVES FUCKING SHIT UP IN EDEN YES GOOD FOR HER!!!! I HARDLY KNOW HER BUT GOOD FOR HER. HSFGKDHFJ

the loonaverse legit sounds very fun and id love to potentially get into it some day but also my support of/investment in groups hinges entirely on whether or not i like their music, and i will admit i havent listened to much of their stuff but ive yet to find a song that draws me in hsjfbfjfnf. but its literally so great to me that you and this friend arranged an entire hangout just to talk about kpop lore??? and taking turns with showing each other mvs and explaining lore WOW that sounds like the dream. as of now i have no irl (close) friends that are into kpop so sadly all of my lore conferences are held through asks or dms, but maybe someday! (also entirely unrelated sidenote, im unfamiliar with loona musically and mv/lore-wise but i have seen the girls themselves before and may i just say. yves ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️) (also yves is a banger stage name its so pretty)

JINO ACCIDENTAL ARSONIST HELL YEA ABSOLUTELY. god i love the idea of the decelis dorms having a kitchen that the students are allowed to just screw around in,, it feels so fun and domestic to me?? also its making me relate back to my OWN family as well because both my parents have been professional chefs in the food industry for multiple decades each, and because of this their heat tolerance (physically, not pertaining to the spice levels of food) is WAY higher than mine. like if i heat something up in the microwave i have to get it out with minimum one, usually two hot pads because ill risk dropping it otherwise, meanwhile ive watched both my parents reach into the oven and pull shit out completely bare-handed multiple times over the course of my life. and im always just like ???? woman HOW are you able to do that. what. i can totally imagine jino, a dude with LITERAL FIRE AND HEAT IMMUNITY POWERS taking that to the ultimate extreme. he has never used a hot pad or an oven mitt in his life. he probably stuck his hand in boiling hot wax once and didnt even flinch (whether it was on purpose to impress someone or on accident because he's a himbo and didnt even realize is up to you). he scares his classmates on the regular with his inhuman heat tolerance, and also helps them with baking projects. i too have a lot of jeelings (jino feelings)

#asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon nonsense #this ask was so fun to answer hsjfbfjfbfn

[daringdynamo]

ＨＥＡＤＣＡＮＯＮ ００１．

agent dynamo considers themself something of an artist, and their victims are the canvas upon which they create their masterpiece. their preferred “brush” so to speak, is a garrote  — the chain that they use to make their garrote is a gold with an intricately detailed crucifix on it, typical of what one might see young christian children wearing at their first holy communion. the chain was given to them by one of the pantheon agents upon evren’s formal induction into the organization.

#THIS IS INHUMAN / YET IT'S MINE ( development ) #crime rp #spy rp #rpg #rp

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

"sexy vampires plot edition"?

YES sexy vampires plot edition. I've been writing some vampire au for some practice with spicier things (translation: Spicy Shorts is all vampire au, they've taken over my brain, send help) and as with most of my au's my brain refuses to shut up about it and developed some plot.

There's not a lot written for this one, but the basics are, Zelda was turned into a vampire, and consequently was thrown out of the castle and disowned for being a "monster". Rhoam has told everyone that she's dead, even though he's aware she's living her life as a vampire in castle town. When people start to talk about a strange series of deaths in castle town, he connects the dots to Zelda, and recruits monster hunter!Link to hunt her down and kill her. The events of that connect to the events of Spicy Shorts, which connect to...

"I thought you were dead, Sir Link," the king rumbled from his throne, the single raised eyebrow somehow conveying both surprise and disinterest at the same time.

Link didn't know what to say to that, so instead he merely continued to kneel.

"I thought that, surely, was the only logical reason why you hadn't brought me the head of that monster in Castle Town. Yet here you are."

Behind him, Zelda stiffened, and he felt himself tensing as well. "I stopped the killings, as requested," he replied, keeping his feelings carefully out of his voice.

The king frowned, lip curling. "The monster lives," he said, voice dripping with disdain. "What happened to your flawless record?"

"It stands." His patience with the king was getting shorter by the second. Just give me the money and let us go. Every second that they were here put Zelda in more danger. This needed to end quickly and cleanly and quietly-

"The monster," Zelda repeated quietly from behind him. "Is that truly all I am to you now, father?"

Rhoam narrowed his eyes. "I do not know you. My daughter died years ago."

Link tensed, hand drifting towards his sword. How could he say that, to his own child? The room was full of guards, but Link was confident that he could best them- not to mention Zelda's inhuman strength. They would win, but then the life they had so carefully constructed would fall to pieces.

He wouldn't blame Zelda for biting back, not after everything she had been through. If that meant going on the run, so be it.

"I see," she replied, and Link didn't have to look to know the expression she wore. Cold eyes, raised chin, the smallest of smiles that promised violence. "Well then, our business here should be short. The killings have stopped, as requested. Pay him, so we don't have to deal with you any longer."

Rhoam's face flushed with anger. "He is an employee of the crown, and we have business to conduct. Your presence is not needed."

"He took a contract with the crown," Zelda corrected, "which is now completed." Her shoes clicked against the floor of the sanctum as she approached Link, then grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him to his feet. She gave him a fond smile, tracing her fingers over the scarring bite marks on his neck. "He is no longer yours, Your Majesty."

Zelda's smile turned wicked, gleaming fangs showing from behind red lips, and the sight sent a thrill through him.

"He's mine."

#zelink #zelda #loz #botw #legend of zelda #vampire au #HOO BOY my vampire au has SO MUCH of my brain #thanks for the ask! #dawn speaks #my writing

[five-rivers]

Stars Aligned Chapter 3

(Please do not ask when the next chapter will be, I do not know. Links to AO3/FFN will be included in reblog.)

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Here’s the thing. The very, very, stupid thing. Despite all his planning for this trip, Danny had no idea what his birth family looked like. Presumably, they also had no idea what he looked like.

As much as Danny would like to blame this on a wizardly aversion to the internet and photographs, he couldn’t. Danny could have sent them a picture of himself through the mail at any time. Even if wizard mail involved owls for some unexplained reason. But he didn’t. Because he was dumb.

And his equally dumb wizard family had also failed to send any pictures.

What were they thinking? Did they assume they’d somehow recognize each other on sight? Was that a wizard thing? Did they expect to spontaneously develop blood-relative telepathy? Was that a thing?

Danny did not know what to expect. He honestly didn’t know enough about wizards.

The end result was that Danny was standing in the middle of the wizarding world’s equivalent of an airport, which involved way more open fires than could possibly be safe, and people stepping into those open fires, which, again, could not possibly be safe. Of course, Danny had done it, as uncomfortable as it was for his core, and anything that used internal combustion was technically also using fire as a means of transportation, so Danny might have been a bit of a hypocrite, but still.

But, back to his dilemma. He, a dumb teenager, could be expected to do dumb, thoughtless things and make easily avoidable mistakes. It was basically a requirement. His actual family, who probably could have realized the error, didn’t want him to go and could be forgiven for any oversight. But dumb wizard birth family had at least one semi-competent adult in it. Supposedly.

Despite himself, his desire to kidnap his brother increased. Even though it would most likely cause an international incident.

He sighed. Maybe he should just follow the crowd and see if anyone stopped him. After all wizards might have magic blood-relative detection something or other.

He trudged along, pulling his trundle suitcase behind him. Silver lining was that whatever happened, he didn’t have to spend hours in a metal tube breathing recycled air. Silver lining. Silver lining. Silver—

Ah. Hm.

Danny blinked at his name written in large letters on a square of poster paper. His first and middle names, that is, and his bio-family’s last name.

He was highlytempted to turn around and go back home, but there was his twin, holding the card and looking fragile and hopeful, standing next to a tall woman with greying black hair.

He sighed. He was doing this, then.

“Hi,” he said, “you must be Draco. I’m Danny. And, uh, you must be Narcissa Malfoy?” He sort of held his hand out, feeling awkward.

“You can call me mother, Deneb,” said Narcissa. She sounded slightly tearful.

“It good to meet you, Deneb. Er. Danny.” Draco’s eyes flitted up to his mother.

“Yeah, um. Please don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Malfoy, but I don’t actually know you. And I’ve got a mom.”

“Yet,” interjected Draco. “You don’t know mother yet. That’s what this visit is about, right?”

“Right,” said Danny. “I’m… really looking forward to it.”

Draco looked relieved. “Excellent. Well, then, Looky can get your luggage and we can floo home.”

A very small, rather wizened person stepped out from behind Draco’s legs.

Okay. Danny had questions.

.

Danny did not particularly care for the answers to his questions.

.

Draco didn’t know why his twin had stopped talking to him before they’d even gotten home. He had, to some degree, expected rough spots. Merlin knew his family didn’t get along perfectly. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t hoped he and his twin would have a special connection. That they would mesh.

That… wasn’t happening. In fact, this was rather… awkward. Painful, almost.

He thought back to what they had been talking about. He didn’t think he’d said anything particularly objectionable. Had he hit on some chip on the shoulder those squibs had inculcated in him? Well, he thought, rather shamefacedly, he shouldn’t think of them like that. They hadn’t been the ones to abandon Deneb – Danny – just for not being immediately magical.

“Right,” he said, as Danny stepped (jumped, looking slightly disturbed) out of the fire. “Let me show you your room. We’ve had the house elves clean it out.”

Something on Danny’s face went dark, but he visibly controlled himself. “Thank you,” he said. “And, um, thank you, Looky. For your help.”

Draco frowned. He was confused, and he didn’t like feeling confused. He knew muggles didn’t have house elves, of course, but still. The concept wasn’t that hard to understand, was it? Although, it was possible Danny had never come across house elves at all, even second or third hand.

He supposed they might be unsettling if they were the first magical creature one came across. Ugh. He’d never tried to put himself in the position of someone learning about magic for the first time. Why would he? That was mudblood business, and he’d never associate with one of those.

But Danny was in that position, just about.

That meant it was Draco’s job to help Danny understand.

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Danny was hoping he was misunderstanding something and that wizards did not, in fact, practice slavery.

This seemed to be a forlorn hope.

“So,” said Draco clasping his hands behind his back in the doorway of ‘Danny’s’ room, “er, house elves. You’ve probably not seen them before.”

“Can’t really say so, no.”

“Probably the first magical creatures you’ve seen.”

“Um,” said Danny. “Also no. I did have to go get a wand and stuff, and you’ve got to go to a wizard town to do that. I saw a bunch of different stuff there.” He didn’t really want to explain the ghosts, but… “Also, my parents study ghosts.”

“You mean, your adopted parents.”

“My parents, yes.”

“I didn’t know squibs could see ghosts. Well, they never seemed to have any trouble with it, so…” He shrugged.

“I… see.”

Danny doubted it, somehow. “But you were saying? About house elves?” Benefit of the doubt, he reminded himself.

“They’re servants,” said Draco. “Magically bound to serve certain families.”

“Magically bound,” repeated Danny, liking this less and less.

“Yes, it’s very old magic. An ancient agreement between our race and theirs, and the individual families and the house elves in question.”

“They can’t, like, opt out or anything?”

“That would defeat the point.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “So… Do they get, you know, paid at all?”

“Of course not,” said Draco.

Danny closed his eyes. “Okay. Um. Draco.” How to put this in a way that wouldn’t immediately alienate him. “Isn’t that slavery?”

“No,” said Draco, immediately. “They want to serve.”

“Well, they might say that to you, but human slaves used to say the same thing, because they’d get in trouble if they didn’t.”

Draco opened his mouth, closed it, and then said, confidently, “It isn’t like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“They aren’t human. They want to do this.”

Danny was no stranger to dealing with inhuman mindsets (but he most definitely did not have one himself). Even so…

“I think my point still stands. Like, are there very many house elves in this situation?”

“I don’t know,” said Draco. “I suppose so. Most families of substance and breeding have at least one.”

“Okay. Ah. Look. I’m not even sure where to start with this. Slavery is bad, right? We can agree on that.”

An annoyed expression passed over Draco’s face. “Yes, we can. That’s a given. But that’s for humans—"

“Great. Let’s start there. It’s bad for any human, right? Even, like, no-majs, or stupid humans, or—”

“Muggles,” corrected Draco. “No-maj is the American term.”

“When in Rome, I guess, sure. Muggles, then.”

“Yeah,” said Draco, uncomfortably crossing his arms.

Oh, Ancients, there was something there. Which Danny should have expected, given his birth father, whom he had yet to meet, threw him out of the house literally at birth.

Wizard supremacist weirdos corrupting his poor twin brother.

“Then what makes house elves so different?”

“Like I said, they want to do this. It’s in their nature. You wouldn’t, I don’t know, decide a dog was unhealthy because it barked instead of meowed, would you?” He spread his hands in frustration.

“I’ll give you that, but Looky looked actively afraid of you. And what was she even dressed in? That can’t be comfortable.”

“Giving them real clothes would free them – only if it’s their master, which in this case is Father.” He shifted slightly. “Except for Looky, I suppose, who is technicallymine. Great Aunt—Oh, you won’t know her. Why do you even care?”

“Why do I care about other people suffering? But otherthan that, what’s the difference between a house elf and a human servant? Like, would you treat a human servant like that? If you were a servant, wouldn’t you want to be treated with respect, even if being a servant was all you’d ever wanted?”

“But I’m not a servant.”

“But if you were. Can’t you just try to imagine it? A little? Please?”

“I… fine. But don’t bring this up to Mother and Father. They wouldn’t be pleased.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“Deal,” agreed Draco. “So. Do you like your room?”

Danny looked around. “Yeah, actually. It’s nice. Bit different from what I have at home, but, yeah. Good, um. Good floors. And wallpaper. And, um. Do all wizard paintings move like that?” He genuinely hadn’t noticed until just now, intent on the house elf problem.

“Yeah,” said Draco, seemingly relieved at the more normal topic. “It’s an enchantment on the canvas and paint.”

“Seems like it’d be hard to work with,” observed Danny.

“Well, the spell isn’t finished until after the actual painting part is done. At least, that’s my understanding.”

“I see, that would be easier.”

Silence.

“Would you like to see the peacocks?”

“Sure, why not?”

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It took a bit of time to get bundled up in coats (cloaks in Draco’s case) because it was cold outside, but once they did…

“Wow. They’re albino peacocks.”

“Yes.”

“Wild.”

“No, they’re quite tame.”

“Oh, it’s, um, it’s an idiom. Like cool. Or wicked, I guess? Do British people use that?”

“I’ve heard some people use it. But Mother and Father are… not particularly enamored of slang.”

“Right,” said Danny. “I’ll remember that.”

They continued walking through the garden, towards the pond. Danny tried not to dwell on how much labor it would take to keep the grounds here so pristine.

“What do you do for fun in America?” asked Draco, out of nowhere.

Danny blinked. “Different people do different things,” he said. “Uh, a lot of things I usually do won’t work here because of the whole magic and electricity not getting along well thing. Have you ever heard about video games?”

“No,” said Draco. “Is it anything like quidditch?”

“I have only the loosest of understandings of what that is. It’s that broom sport, right? The one where you fly?”

Draco looked scandalized. “… Yes,” he said, finally. “I’m going to have to teach you how to use a broom before you have to go back to America.”

“The flying type of broom?” asked Danny, teasingly. Sure, he already could fly, but whatever.

“Merlin, yes.” Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m part of my house’s quidditch team. Letting you leave without some understanding of the rules would be a crime.”

“Draco, are you a jock?” asked Danny. “What is this world coming to. Related to a jock.” He shook his head dramatically. “I’ll never live it down.”

Draco nudged him slightly. “I’m not a meathead beater, at least,” he said. “I’m the team seeker.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

Draco’s smile slowly slid off his face.

“What?” said Danny.

“It’s just… you should. You should have grown up here, with family, as part of this world.”

“I did grow up with family,” said Danny. “Just not direct blood relatives. It kind of sucks that we didn’t get the chance to grow up together, but, like, I’m not really impressedby your parents so far.”

“Mother was very upset when she heard what Father did.”

“Sure, but she also kind of ditched us as soon as we got back here.”

“She has a delicate constitution? I’m sure she’s just trying to decide how to act… giving you space to make you feel more comfortable?”

Danny shrugged. “Well, we’ll see what happens. I’m going to be here until the end of the break, after all.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to Hogwarts, just for the rest of the school year? I’m sure they’ll be better than any alternative in America, when it comes to catching you up. Father has friends on the board of governors and the Ministry Department of Educational Oversight. It would be easy for you to go.”

“My friends are all back home,” said Danny, “and magic or not, what I really want to do with my life is become an astronaut, and I need ‘muggle’ grades and school for that.”

“A what now?”

“An astronaut?”

Surely, Draco had just misheard him.

“Is that some sort of muggle thing, then?”

“I- Do you not know what an astronaut is?” asked Danny, flabbergasted. “Really?”

Draco’s eyebrows were furrowed. “No, I don’t.”

“How about cosmonauts? Do you know about them?”

“No,” said Draco. “Is this related to the Argonauts, somehow? That Greek thing?”

“No,” said Danny. “I mean, the root word – But no. Not the same thing at all. How do I even… Do you know what outer space is?”

“Astronomy is a class at Hogwarts.”

“Not a very good one,” said Danny, “if you don’t know what an astronaut is. I think I’d die.”

“It’s a very good class. Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in Europe. And I know what outer space is. It’s the space up above the atmosphere, where the planets and stars are, and stuff.”

“Okay. I mean. I’m not trying to make you feel bad or anything,” reassured Danny, sensing that he had ruffled some feathers. “I’m just… an astronomy class should teach about astronauts. Astronauts are people who’ve been to space. Outer space.”

“That’s rubbish,” said Draco. “You can’t go to space.”

Danny refrained from informing Draco that he had, in fact, been to space. “Well, I want to go to space,” said Danny, “and other people have been there.”

“No one’s been to space,” said Draco. “Unless maybe someone apparated there by mistake, but how would you even do that?”

“I don’t know what apparating is,” said Danny. “Some kind of teleportation?”

Both of them stared at each other, each one probably at a loss for words regarding the other’s ignorance of things they themselves considered common knowledge.

“Yeah, more or less,” said Draco, finally. “But you can’t get to space. It’s impossible.”

“It isn’t. There are people up there right now,” said Danny. “On the International Space Station. Which is… it’s sort of a little house. In space.”

“There’s no air up there.”

“They bring the air with them.”

“Wouldn’t it explode?”

“They figured out how to make it so it wouldn’t explode. It’s very, um. Sturdy. Rigid. The space station is airtight.”

“And you’re saying that there are muggles in it. In space. Outer space. Right now.”

“As we speak. I mean, I guess some of them could be secret wizards, but considering your reaction, I’m doubting it.”

“Muggles. In space.”

“Yeah. We made it to the moon, too. But that was—”

“The moon?”

“Yeah?”

“In the sky?”

“That, uh.” He looked up, as if expecting to see the moon despite the thick cloud cover. “Yeah. The moon.”

“You’re telling me,” said Draco, in a hushed voice, “that there are muggles on the moon. Right now. As we speak.”

“No, that was before we were born,” said Danny.

“What.”

“Yeah, some people went, but it was really expensive, so they haven’t been back. Which I think is silly, because can you imagine the scientific advancements we could have made? The resources we could have brought back?”

“The moon.”

“You seem really hung up on this. Are you okay?”

“You- That- The moon. And muggles in space?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, you see why I need to go back. I’m sure Hogwarts is great and all, but I really want to be an astronaut.”

“Can you see them through a telescope?”

“See what?”

“The muggles in space.”

“On a clear night, sure, if you know where to look.” Before the Accident (the Big One, the Unaliving, the Green Flash, the Knockoff Origin Story), Danny usually checked the internet for the times the ISS passed overhead. But he’d developed a ghost power that gave him a pretty good sense of where anything in the sky was, so long as he concentrated for a few minutes. “It orbits the Earth every ninety minutes or so, although it doesn’t always catch the light enough to see properly. You can actually see a lot of satellites.”

“There are more of these things?” hissed Draco.

“Not with people on them.”

“I’m getting my telescope,” declared Draco, starting to stride back to the house.

“We won’t be able to see anything now,” said Danny.

“It’s enchanted to see through cloud cover and ignore non-reflected sunlight. It’s top of the line.”

Danny had never wanted a physical object so much in his entire life.

“What? What? Magic can do that?”

#danny phantom #stars aligned #dp/hp crossover #dp/hp twin au #fic #fanfic #inspired by ladylynse

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Retranslation and Analysis of That Fight Scene

So firstly, I just want to say the subs are not bad and convey the general meaning very well, in a way that sounds natural in English. That being said, there's always some things that get lost in literal translation, and I really want to demonstrate how much depth the Japanese in this scene actually has for Karma and Nagisa's characters.

Basically the TLDR point here is that this fight is very much not about Korosensei. This is completely platonic, I promise I resisted making any shippy points.

Karma: Hey, Nagisa kun, aren't you getting extremely carried away?

Nagisa: Eh? (definitely surprised and bewildered)

Karma: The number one strongest assassin in Class E is Nagisa kun, isn't it? (uses yo here, which suggests confidence in the statement). Are you (very directly yourself, your own thoughts) wanting to quit assassination? Let's think about the talentless others who are desperately trying their hardest to kill him. When you put it like that, it's like a woman who 'has it' telling the ugly ones that they should honestly quit being so desperate to get a boyfriend, that kind of feeling?"

So some interesting analysis here is that Karma says "zuibun", or extremely, when the original translation is "a tad". The translation feels more natural in English, however it kind of makes me feel that Karma's trying to make more of a point. Nagisa has the right to be making suggestions and stepping up, but he's gone so far this time it's crossed a line.

I think 才能がないなり (talentless, saino ga nai nari) is also very interesting. Talent is the best translation, but if you look at the kanji very literally, there's "genius" and "ability". This specific word choice more implies that the other assassins are good, but Nagisa's just another level. Japanese grammar is confusing at best, but essentially 'nari' means become. So you take this as kind of like 'students who couldn't develop genius ability'.

The repetition of 'desperate' is also pretty interesting, linking the examples together better. It emphasises the point that they're kind of at a loss with. He also doesn't directly say attractive woman, he says "motteiru onna", which essentially means the same, but is literally "a woman who has (no object given but essentially 'it'). This more directly reflects to what he's saying about Nagisa, he HAS talent, this unspecified natural quality that makes him better than everyone else without trying.

There's also a lot more rhetorical questions in the Japanese, which got combined into single sentences in the English. The "let's think" thing is very literally what he says, like he's wanting Nagisa to actually consider his thoughts for himself.

Nagisa's original argument and intention may have been about Korosensei. Karma may be genuinely opposed to saving Korosensei. But that isn't the point of Karma's argument at all, he's making this about Nagisa because he's reached a limit with the both of them.

In order to spare you, more under the cut.

Nagisa: T-the aim wasn't... Above all, for assassination, your understanding is always better than mine

Karma: Saying that directly (take with slight pinch of salt - he could have also said "fixing your statement") is irritating. In reality, isn't it that you yourself are the most powerful, and you can't comprehend the feelings of weak humans?

Nagisa: That's wrong (also using affirmative yo here)! That's not what I said! These are my true feelings! Do you hate Korosensei? We went to see a movie together with him, didn't we have a variety of great times?!"

Karma: That's why, that octopus did his best to come and make a fun classroom every time, and didn't give up like Nagisa. Without bloodlust, this classroom wouldn't have been built. Can't you understand the effort?! It's not just your body, are you still a fresh elementary school student?

One thing to note here is that Nagisa isn't actually finishing his sentences. You can absolutely tell what he means because Japanese makes sense like that, but he's still dropping words. Or when he does say a full sentence, they're very short statements. He is desperate here, trying to prove a point he can't actually voice into words correctly.

The context here is that this is before we know their full backstory. Nagisa admired Karma, and he can't quite say it right yet. He thinks they're on different stages still, and Karma is frustrated because Nagisa doesn't see the point.

Karma, after all, does have this inhuman image of Nagisa in his head from years ago. The image of Nagisa looking like some kind of snake demon as he kills Karma in his sleep. He genuinely still, here, believes that Nagisa is purposely hiding this. That's why he keeps putting words into Nagisa's mouth. He's also cutting him off at points, not listening at all to what he's truly saying.

At the same time, Karma starts talking down to him. Instead of saying 'no' (how you'd end a sentence to a friend), he starts using 'kai', which is condescending and how you'd speak to a child. There's an argument here to be made for Karma doing this as a kind of defence mechanism too, but that's very complicated. At this point he really is just trying to get to him.

They are not arguing about killing Korosensei, not at all.

Karma: Huh?

Nagisa: *does the creepy eye thing*

Karma: Eh? What are those eyes? You with the social standing of a tiny female animal, are you defying a human?

Nagisa: I was just...

Karma: If you have a complaint, how about saying it after you win a fight for once? It's aimed at me, so come on. C'mon. C'mon. C'mon!

This is actually one of the most significant changes to the original.

This is the thing, Karma was never calling Nagisa a tiny mouse of whatever, he was just comparing him to one. Because he knows very clearly that Nagisa isn't like that. He sees that look in his eyes and it prompts him, in his frustration, to finally try and bring it out of Nagisa. He's trying to prove a point.

But then Nagisa stops himself. He lets go of his bloodlust for a moment, defaulting to Nagisa as we know and love him, literally turning his head away from Karma.

But Karma's too far gone at this point, he's dragged stuff up his past feelings about Nagisa, the ones he's been hiding for a year to be tentative friends with him, and now he can't let them go. He needs to see Nagisa's darker side plainly, no matter what that means.

It's also important that he says "it's aimed at me". I think this is a little deeper than literal. I think what he's implying here is this entire thing is somehow aimed at him, like Nagisa's trying to strip everything away just for his own perspective.

Obviously at this point Nagisa snaps and chokes him.

Nagisa internal thoughts: Even I...

Nagisa: I'm not going with half my feelings!

Karma: This guy...

This is also pretty significant. I'm surprised they cut the "even I" part because that says a lot about Nagisa's current feelings. He still doubts himself. He's aware that he's a pacifist, that he's got a lesser social standing, but Karma's put him into a position where he has to stand up for himself. And this is important to him.

Karma smiles when he says "this guy", getting ready to punch him. He feels like he's succeeded, in a way. Though at first he looked genuinely surprised Nagisa actually did it. There's a certain kind of satisfaction that finally he managed to bring Nagisa's 'true' self out.

Obviously at this point they get separated.

So what does all of this actually tell us? Well, pretty clearly here, this is just Karma's issues coming to light. But also a very helpful and useful moment for Nagisa's development as a character. Whether we agree with Karma using him as a punching bag or not, it genuinely does force Nagisa to get some self agency for once.

Karma and Nagisa will never be characters who sit around and talk honestly about their feelings. But even if they're using a whole situation to mask the fact that they very much are discussing their relationship here, it is still a significant moment where pretty much all the barriers they've been putting up against each other drop. They're just still not entirely on the same page through this scene.

Nagisa thinks Karma is just looking down on him and trying to pick a fight. He's baffled and confused as to why Karma feels so strongly against him.

Karma, on the other hand, thinks Nagisa is better than them all and is frustrated when he 'purposely' acts like he isn't. Karma still feels lied to from when they were kids. And he wants to expose it all, to get Nagisa to understand the position his skill puts him in. I honestly don't think Karma ever thought Nagisa was less than him at all, he just knew it would be an easy way to get a reaction. See how he flips tactic from "you're the best here" to "you're a tiny animal" when Nagisa just went into denial the first time?

I'm not going to go into the whole of their actual full fight, but there's some interesting points that reflect back on all of this.

Korosensei saying "your own answer is right in front of you", basically demonstrating that this entire thing really is just Karma and Nagisa

The entire point of the fight was to get one hit in with a knife, but Karma decides to just continuously beat Nagisa instead. Which yeah, is pretty ineffective. Pretty much proves again that it wasn't about just taking a victory.

Karma took Nagisa's hits on purpose, maybe it can be argued that this is trying to make things last longer, to get Nagisa to actually work for it.

Nagisa demands that he listens to what he has to say. And that's right, because Karma was cutting him off originally.

Karma is a super strategist right? And he was genuinely shocked that Nagisa didn't use his bloodlust to take him down. This is Karma. Sure, he's allowed to make mistakes. But this is odd for him. He was so caught up in his own perspective of Nagisa just having that skill that unfairly made him better. But Nagisa literally throws that skill out and beats Karma on his own level, pretty much disproving him. Maybe Nagisa has this special ability, but he's also worked just as hard as everyone else. He's trained to know what assassination means.

Beating Karma like this, on a 'human' level, was pretty much it. Karma stopped fighting back when he realised that, because he was disproven, and pretty much every wall he put up against Nagisa got literally choked out of him. Karma is already known as kind of an ass and a dirty fighter, you really think he'd worry about the others not accepting it if he stabbed Nagisa fair and square? If he cared that much about killing Korosensei, he would have just done it.

Their fight was never about Korosensei.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #ass class #karmagisa