#with his power he is..... facades and all....
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vi. morning confessional - t.w.
pairing: female driver! x toto wolff
word count: 2.5k
warnings: i typed this entire chapter on my phone while i was at work, so if there are any spelling errors, oopsies! cursing, age gaps, power imbalances, yearning, tons of yearning, oral (f! receiving), mentions of sex, teasing, slight praise kink, slight size kink, yadayadayada
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rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, causing you to stir. scrunching your nose, a yawn takes hold. at the action, his arms instinctively pull you in closer, smothering your face in his chest.
“good morning.”
“good morning beautiful girl,” his voice is thick with sleep, and oh so sexy, “how did you sleep?”
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“better than usual.”
“me too,” soft lips connect with your temple, “what time is it?”
yawning once more, you roll over, plucking your phone off the nightstand.
“8:38 a.m.”
“shit.”
“somewhere to be?”
“yes,” the team principal groans, rubbing his eyes, “unfortunately i am running very late for it. i’ll just let my assistant know i can’t make it.”
“oops,” you shrug, collapsing back into his arms, “why can’t you just stay every night?”
“you know why, schatzi,” he murmurs, squeezing you, “this is going to be a long two weeks.”
“awww,” you tease, ruffling his hair, “is someone going to miss me?”
“you have no idea.”
“we’ll be in japan. that will surely be exciting,” you begin to run your hand through his hair, melting as his lashes flutter.
“and you know what comes after japan.”
“miami,” you suck in a breath, “that still gives me some time to consider everything.”
“just don’t overthink it,” one eye opens, “if you overdo it, you’ll start to reconsider every little thing.”
“i know,” you exhale, “it’s just overwhelming. i don’t like disappointing people either.”
“oh i know,” toto leans in, the tip of his nose brushing yours, “you tend to put on this facade that you’re selfish, doing things only for your gain. however, i have learned that deep down, you’re a huge people pleaser. that’s why you’ve been dragging your feet in giving me your answer. you don’t want hurt james. you don’t want to disappoint the team. most of all, you don’t want to face the backlash that will follow.”
your lower lip trembles, tears welling up in your eyes. they threaten to spill over, and his brows furrow, “oh schatzi, i didn’t mean to hurt your—“
“no,” you sniffle, “i just hate that you’re right.”
“you don’t have to spend your life pleasing others, you know,” his arms engulf you in an embrace, rubbing circles on your back as you weep into his chest, “you’re allowed to make decisions for yourself. you need to do what you feel is best.”
“but there’s just one thing that i can’t shake,” the words are barely coherent, but he hears them anyway.
“and that is?” he inquires, kneading into your shoulder blades.
“i want to be with you at mercedes. i’m just scared that if something happens between us, i’ll regret my decision.”
“us?”
your eyes snap open, panic settling in, “i-i, um, i — i didn’t mean anything by that, i just—“
“you want an us?” fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.
“i-i mean,” your voice falters, “isn’t it inevitably going to happen if we keep seeing one another? one of us is going to develop feelings and we’re going to—“
lips crash into yours, nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs. it’s a passionate kiss, needy and brimmed with hunger. fingers tangle in your hair, tugging at the roots as you whimper, his tongue licking along your lower lip. he sucks on it, the hand on your back delving lower and lower, gripping the curve of your ass.
a noise rumbles in the base of this throat as you suck on his tongue, the kisses growing sloppier and messier by the second. the noise is guttural, almost like a growl.
he pulls away momentarily, panting slightly, “who is to say that the feelings aren’t already there?”
“toto you don’t—“
“i do,” shifting his weight, he pins you to the bed, “like i said, i didn’t have a crush. i can’t stop thinking about you. every single time i think about racing, or my drivers, or even mercedes in general, my thoughts wander to you.”
as he takes you in, you can’t help but gaze into his eyes, your hand reaching out. fingers brush his cheek tenderly, tracing the lines that scoured his face. his lashes flutter at your touch, his chest heaving as your fingertips wander, memorizing every minuscule detail.
your fingertips land on his lips, “i just need to know one thing.”
“what is it, love?”
“this offer, signing me as a driver to mercedes. is it business or is it personal?” preparing for the worst, you feel yourself instinctively shy away.
yet, he isn’t fazed, maintaining eye contact, “do you want my honest answer?”
“of course i do.”
“personal. completely personal,” there’s a glint in his mocha depths, an emotion you couldn’t quite read.
“ever since i saw that photo of you, signing that contract with williams, i knew i wouldn’t be able to resist you. i tried, i really tried to maintain my distance. to stay away. but i can’t. there’s something about you that draws me in. i don’t quite know what, but i know that i need you by my side. at mercedes, where i can make you a world champion. my world champion. i would make my golden girl a world champion.”
“toto,” you begin, but he continues, pressing a finger to your mouth.
“yes, it would be good for mercedes to sign on a driver with your talent. our reputation would benefit. you have the qualities of a mercedes driver. but this isn’t about business. this is personal. it always has been. it always will be.”
“i-i,” you stutter, the temperature of the room elevated as toto’s mouth inches closer and closer to yours, “i don’t know—“
“you don’t have to say anything right now,” his voice is low and thready, consumed with desire, “i know it’s a lot. there’s a lot to consider and a lot at stake. but for now, just focus on me. can you do that for me baby?”
nodding meekly, anticipation takes a hold as he lowers his head, mouth connecting with your heated skin. the kisses travel further and further down, his hands finding yours, intertwining your fingers together.
“so beautiful,” he whispers, “so, so, so breathtaking.”
“so are you—“
a moan fills the space as his mouth envelops your clit through your panties. he groans at your reaction, knuckles turning white as you squirm, gripping your hands tightly.
“take them off, please.”
“so you do beg,” he taunts, his breath hot as it fans against your inner thighs, “what do you need again, schatzi?”
“i need you,” you whimper, dripping with desire, “i need you, toto wolff.”
“i’ll take care of you baby,” his pupils are dilated, blush tinging his cheeks, “just relax, and let me take care of you.”
at the sight of you beneath him, aching for his touch, toto nearly unravels.
was he dreaming? or was this heaven?
god, you were so fucking beautiful like this. all needy and desperate. between your thighs, he couldn’t help but notice the wet spot pooling in your panties. goosebumps riddled your arms and legs, yet your skin was so soft and warm.
you were practically inviting him in.
and how could he resist?
“is this okay?” the team principal tugs on the hem of your panties.
“yes,” the corners of his lips curl into a smirk at your quick response, “please, toto.”
dragging the fabric down your legs, he relishes how they glow in the morning light.
every part of you was so beautiful. every. single. part.
“open your legs,” strong hands grasp your thighs, the command sending a shiver down your spine, “i need to see that perfect pussy.”
you can’t help but obey, shielding your face instinctively as he situates himself, mouth merely centimeters from your drenched pussy.
if your body was an altar, toto was prepared to worship, savoring and praising every inch of you until there was nothing left.
“don’t hide,” he tuts, “i want you to watch.”
“but—“
a hand, your hand, covers your mouth as his tongue delves between your folds, your back arching. fingertips dig into your hips, holding you in place.
toto was a starving man. and fuck, did you taste so fucking good.
he couldn’t get enough, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue explores every inch of you. his tongue applies pressure to your clit as he sucks lightly, swirling in circles as you buck your hips.
“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
toto didn’t have to ask if you were close. he could sense it, the way your muscles were beginning to tense up. the way your hips rocked back and forth, practically riding his tongue. the way your voice was growing louder and louder, yearning for more and more.
already this close and he had barely even started?
fuck, was he going to have fun with you.
“toto,” there it was again, his name from your lips, “toto, i’m going to — you’re going to make me cum.”
“you deserve it,” he pulls away, mouth and chin glistening, “you deserve it baby. cum for me. be a good girl and cum for me.”
the words coax you to the edge, and you feel a finger wedge its way into your tight hole, your walls stretch, adjusting to the size of his finger. just as you get used to one, he shoves another inside, pumping them in and out, curling once they’re inside.
the euphoria crashes over you like a tidal wave as his mouth plants kisses over your clit, practically making out with your pussy. you feel your walls close in, the pleasure wound up tightly in your lower abdomen.
“toto,” you’re almost breathless, “i-i’m going to cum.”
moans flood toto’s ears as you orgasm, your thighs squeezing against his ears. your muscles twitch and shudder, juices dribbling down his chin.
pressing one last kiss to your pussy, he catches his breath, wiping his chin.
before you know it, two fingers are pressed against your lips, “taste yourself.”
opening wide, your tongue dances along the digits, licking them clean. toto watches in awe, a fiery hunger burning within.
it took every fiber of his being not to just spread you open again, filling you up, claiming you.
claiming what was rightfully his.
“oh my god,” you exhale, scrambling to muster a single coherent thought, “that was—“
“you’ll get more.”
your back meets with the mattress once again, hands on your head, “holy shit.”
“never had a man make you cum like that before?” you want to slap the smug smirk off his face.
but you stop yourself, feeling a frown form as he plucks his clothes off of the floor, shoving his legs into his slacks.
“leaving so soon?”
“i have to go,” relief ripples from your head to your toes as you sense his disappointment. he was just as upset to go, “i want to stay baby, but i have about sixty-two missed calls and seventy texts. they’re wondering where i am and i need to get going.”
“that’s all right,” reaching for own phone, you wonder if you were in a similar predicament.
you couldn’t quite remember, but you were sure you had missed a few meetings. one of them was more than likely with the press. one was probably a team meeting before the next destination.
“what’s going to be your excuse?”
toto pauses momentarily, leaning over to give you a swift peck, “the answer is simple. they won’t get one. they don’t need to know where i was.”
“someone’s grumpy,” you giggle as you notice the prominent frown.
“yeah i am.”
“and why’s that?” you arch a brow.
“because i want to fuck the shit out of you,” the casual delivery has you reeling, your heart fluttering as he shoves his arms into his dress shirt.
“i want to watch you cum again and again and again. but i can’t. i have to go about my day as if i didn’t just taste pure ambrosia on my tongue. i have to sit there and answer phone calls, emails, my team, and act like nothing ever happened.”
“is it hard for you?”
“of course it’s hard,” toto runs a hand through his hair, and you pick out the tightness of his jaw as he speaks, “i want to tell someone. i want to tell someone how the most beautiful woman in the world has me wrapped around her finger. how i’m putty in her hands. but i can’t.”
“toto, i—“
“i hate to interrupt you,” he crosses over to the bed once again, scooping you up in his embrace, “but i really have to go. i’ll text you, okay? maybe we can rendezvous at some point in these next few weeks. i’ll fly you out. you wouldn’t have to pay a single penny.”
“okay,” you nod, inhaling his scent one last time, attempting to memorize the way his arms feel around your frame. it was far too quick, toto pulling away, tousling your hair.
“be a good girl for me. i’ll see you soon.”
“i’ll see you soon, toto.”
and just like that, he was gone.
biting your lip, you curl up on the mattress, throwing the comforter over your body.
you shouldn’t cry. not over this.
but why did you feel that urge? why was it becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on anything other than the team principal?
yeah, you had a crush on him. that was years ago, when you were a teenager. that was innocent, a young girl swooning over a man nearly three times her age.
now, that crush was developing into something much more. something far more complex that you could have ever imagined.
you were falling head over heels for toto wolff, whether you liked it or not.
and you couldn’t fight it, no matter how hard you tried to push those feelings away. you had tried to seal them away in a box, throwing out the key.
somehow toto had found that damn key.
he was the key, really.
and who knew what would happen if you opened the lid to that box.
however, there were far more pressing matters.
picking up your phone, you scroll through your messages, notifications, and emails.
there was nothing too crazy you missed, just a quick debrief before you all left for home for the next week or so.
although, one particular text caught your eye.
it was james, sent about fifteen minutes ago.
good morning, american girl! i’m not sure if you’re aware, but the fia has made their decision concerning your tussle with george. it’s not good, but it’s not bad either. i figured you were probably not feeling up to the team meeting since you got pretty banged up from the crash. get some rest, then give me a call when you can.
also, is there a reason why toto wolff approached me yesterday? he was asking about your contract. do you have any idea what that was about?
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so frustrating to me when people say sasuke needs to get put in his place… he spends the entire first part of the series getting the shit kicked out of him. by haku, rock lee, orochimaru, gaara, and itachi. even after vote1 we see him constantly struggle. he kills orochimaru pretty quick but his fights with deidara, itachi, killer bee, danzo and naruto almost kill him each time. he spends the entire series in and out of the hospital and sickbeds.
the whole point of sasuke’s character is that despite being very talented and naruto looking up to him, sasuke sees himself as the weak vulnerable little boy he was when itachi left. that’s why he wants so desperately to be powerful and not rely on others. so no one can hurt him like that again.
if you think he needed to be knocked down a peg with physical violence then you didn’t understand the point of his character at all… sorry to say it but you fell for his facade !
#naruto even says that although yes he has to train and get strong to fight sasuke. you CANT beat sasuke with pure brute force#but you also can’t talk him into doing what you want look at sakura itachi gaara or even naruto’s early attempts to convince him#what itachi did to sasuke has made him very aware of coercion attempts because he’s so primed to be betrayed#that’s why naruto has to prove that he will love sasuke no matter what and die with him. he has to admit there’s no greater good or#ulterior motive. just the simple kind of love that makes him hurt when sasuke hurts. he understands sasuke and if sasuke chose to kill him#he’d accept it and kill sasuke too. as a mercy so sasuke wouldn’t have to be alone.#naruto
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Wild thought, but I don't think skk's relationship was ever truly substantial until corruption got into the mix.
I don't think they even spent that much time working together prior to the events SB.
Yes, they were still a powerful duo. They still maintained their relationship with bickering and teasing. But it was all a little shallow, never something deeper going on.
Which made way for so much misunderstanding and miscommunication to occur between them. They couldn't read each other well- Dazai didn't always predict Chuuya's wild actions, and Chuuya never saw Dazai past the manipulative demeanor/playful facade, so he never truly trusted his words on things.
That can also be proven by Chuuya's dynamic with the Flags, his doubt and anger and mistrust. While you can chalk his behavior to what happened between him and the sheep, a part of me is confident that his surface-relationship with Dazai played a part in that as well.
Dazai and Mori were Chuuya's first impression of what the mafia world is, so anyone in the mafia should be like them, correct? That is what he was sure it was like: constant demeaning and manipulation, nothing genuine or real. So the flags' actions were always fake in his eyes, till the day they showed him a photo and he realized... Maybe they weren't.
But that deters us from the main point.
Skk's dynamic continued to be that of shallowness, which I imagine made way for many serious arguments between them when they were 15 for how differently they viewed things. They never really sat down, never had a moment of peace to just... talk or dwell or communicate. Never even bothered knowing the other past what they already know. Chuuya was simply Dazai's dumb and loud dog. Dazai was simply a suicidal freak and a bastard to Chuuya.
Until SB's events happened...
Specifically, this scene:
Clearly, this was the first time Dazai has shown that he cares about Chuuya without any filters or connotation. This was the first time Chuuya has seen Dazai being directly genuine with him.
And as mentioned, this was the first time Dazai was ever completely serious with Chuuya.
All because of Corruption.
And it would remain a trend from then on. Dazai's tone would always shift at the mention of using Arahabaki, of Chuuya's free will, of turning to Corruption as a last resort (see: corruption analysis).
These moments were raw. These moments were real.
And Chuuya would witness those moments that disprove his initial thoughts of Dazai simply being a heartless, soulless and twisted person. With confusion the first few times, then comprehension so deep it shifts his worldviews entirely.
Corruption forced soukoku to work along for more missions, forced them to see each other at their worst, lowest instances. Forced Dazai to witness Chuuya's quiet moments, forced Chuuya to experience qualities of care Dazai only reserves for special, special people...
Forced them to intensely understand one another, whether they liked it or not.
And ever so slowly, the trust that was built was something no one can ever shatter, no matter how many years of separation urged them to...
"What's with you, asking something like that?"
It's that moment. The moment sokouku's relationship became something so, so much more...
#also to add onto the 'they didn't spend much time in the first year' bit#Chuuya didn't know Dazai was previously in charge of the PM's gem trade. the field he HIMSELF was working on. until Dazai told him#if they truly were close back then that probably would have been a p significant thing to miss#and they even joined the mafia on the same week basically so#couldn't have been a thing NOT to mention or know on Chuuya's part#unless. of course. they never even met enough at the time for him to know that.#bsd#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#skk#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#sokouku#bsd stormbringer#analysis#bsd analysis#bsd theories#J's post#J's writing ✍🏽
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I’m not good with theories or analysis so forgive me if this is stupid but I wanted to share some thoughts
Headcanon. The cables hooking up to him? That’s a new thing, new invention, something he hasn’t tested much. He was excited to use it, it got out of hand. This would explain how everything spiraled out of control with Alastor so quickly. Vox is all about public image, he kept his cool pretty well until Alastor started interfering with his signals. Then Vox started glitching out. Maybe the set up amplifies both his power and emotions- maybe it’s too much for his current body to handle in general. Maybe he’ll need more upgrades.
I can’t think of much else to support this besides how when he’s glitched out here, the screens for the broadcast don’t display any red in the background of his office nor does it display the cables attached to his head. Similair to how he didn’t block Alastors radio in this scene
That’s just a picture he’s displaying. He’s not physically blocking the radio. He just puts up a video of it on the Tv despite the fact he’s not doing jack shit. Similarly, he chooses to edit out the cords when blue screening so everyone watching can’t see them. Even if the machine and cords thing isn’t new he could very likely perceive it as a flaw- needing a machine to help him be more powerful and exert control would be embarrassing for an overlord who values power and control.
Another thing is how he looks here. Not just shocked, but scared and disappointed- to me. Idk he seems more scared if anything. Not necessarily of Alastor- but of his own weakness. He needed to be hooked up to even be able to compete with Al and he still lost. Alastor wasn’t trying particularly hard, either. Alastor doesn’t need any help to be powerful, meanwhile Vox was relying on this new technology. He wants to be powerful and in control but he isn’t and despite how hard he’s been trying he’s not accomplished that goal. He’s the only overlord (besides Val and maybe Vel) who seems to be struggling with maintaining control of his own domain despite control being his whole thing!
I think Vox still thinks that Alastor was weaker than usual during this fight. If he thinks this, then he thinks that although he should’ve had the advantage he still lost. He should’ve won but he didn’t. He strives for change but it’s never enough.
He’s always changing, always trying to upgrade so he can do better, so he can be better, stronger, etc. but it’s having the opposite effect. His refusal to acknowledge his weak points only leads to more problems. He’s dependent on this never ending cycle of upgrades because if he’s not always changing everyone would know he’s not as strong as he’d like them to believe and he’d be forced to come to terms with everything. He’s dependent on technology to make him more powerful, he’s dependent on it to help him exert his control, and he’s dependent on it to cover things up. Without it, everything about him, every little flaw is so obvious.
Alastor is perfectly crafted with his poker face of a smile, every move rehearsed, every word carefully chosen, and Vox is similair. He only lets the public see a certain side of him to maintain his facade of a big strong CEO and overlord and he’s depending on technology and change to help him with that. Alastor isn’t dependent on any such thing, which is why he’s far more successful there.
It’s also why Alastor can see right through Vox. He doesn’t keep with the times, Vox can’t use technology to cover his mistakes from Alastor. Alastor sees Vox for who he truly is, and I think Vox hates that.
He’s putting on a show and building up walls so he doesn’t have to acknowledge the things that could ruin him.
Alastor sees past this, knows his vulnerability and the extent of his weakness and exactly how to exploit it. Alastor has a better control over his domain- the radio. Vox couldn’t interfere effectively even if he wanted, there’s nothing stopping Alastor from revealing it all.
But he’s not that kind of person. No, he’s patient. He takes his time and waits for the moment where that information will strike the hardest.
It’s no wonder Vox is scared of him, desperate for him to Stay Gone.
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RWBY takes its inspirations from a lot of places
it's no secret that RWBY wears its influences on its sleeves - it's characters are all based on fairytales/myths/legends/memes and is a series created by someone who wanted to make his own anime. and while it does make a lot of nods to specific things (and is dogged on for that by some people despite that it isn't new or even exclusive to RWBY - see the episode of AtLA where Aang dreams about being Goku and Naruto), the show itself draws or seems to draw so many elements from so many different sources and arranges them into something new
putting the rest below a cut because it got lengthy
like i think i've seen the claim that Remnant's four Kingdoms are a ripoff of AtLA's four Nations... except the Kingdoms aren't elementally themed and these places are so important because most of the planet is uninhabitable, which isn't the case with AtLA, and each Kingdom has thoroughly different theming that it's barely similar. it's such a surface thing that it's barely a nod because the world setups are so wildly different
Dust is clearly inspired by Materia from FFVII (or more broadly, Magicite, which recurs through the FF series and has a similar function); a resource mined from the earth that allows the wielder to do magic (though Dust is more limited in its function where materia/magicite can allow for non-elemental and abstract stuff like time-stopping or summoning). the four Academies are almost definitely a reference to the three Gardens in FFVIII (and one of them, Balamb Garden, is where teenagers are trained to become SeeD, a mercenary force for hire that conducts missions around the world, which likely was one of the points of inspiration behind the Huntress/Huntsman career in RWBY)
Aura, being a personal protective shield, both visually and purpose-wise, is a reference to the personal energy shields used by the Sangheili in Halo
the Maidens seem to be a cross between the Sorceresses from FFVIII (who unlike normal people can do magic naturally, and each Sorceress passes on her power to another individual upon her death) and the rule basis for the Sirens from Borderlands (only 6 Sirens can exist at a time and their powers transfer to another individual upon their death, similar to how there can only be 4 Maidens at a time) - Sorceresses, Sirens and Maidens powers can also only be exclusively passed on to women (Troy Calypso in Borderlands 3 has partial-Siren because he was conjoined with his twin sister Tyreen in the womb, and has to leech off of her in order to survive; it's made clear both by the appearance of his Siren tattoos that he's an aberration to the normal process)
Grimm are so obviously inspired by the Heartless from Kingdom Hearts - dark beasts of destruction that are defined by their lack of something (the difference of course being that Heartless come from the nebulous 'realm of darkness' which is separate from the other worlds while Grimm are very much a part of Remnant). Kingdom Hearts has a lot of influence thematically, as it similarly presents itself as a bright and cheery story with a lighthearted, stylised aesthetic, only for that to be an artificial facade for a very dark and often brutal story that becomes more obvious as each series continues. and in terms of specific Grimm, the Apathy (and the Brunswick farm story in general) are a direct reference to the short story Bartleby the Scrivener, but the Apathy's emaciated, skeletal appearance and paralytic scream draw from the ReDeads of the Legend of Zelda series
the Faunus being part animal could be inspired from any number of different shows or games, but in the BlazBlue series, demihumans (who are also part animal) are also noted to face discrimination (though the series doesn't touch on it much by nature of being a fighting game)
in terms of characters, Ruby is obviously Red Riding Hood, but she wields a scythe like Maka from Soul Eater, was initially presented as a completely silent, gun-wielding protagonist in a high octane fight similarly to Black Rock Shooter (the 2012 show also served as an influence on RWBY's animation style, and BRS's flaming blue eye is similar to the Maidens), and her bladed weapon also being a gun brings to mind Squall's Gunblade from FFVIII. plus, positioned as the protagonist and falling into the leadership role and it continuing to weigh down on her is something she has in common with Sora from KH
additionally, the visuals for Ruby's Semblance are inspired by something similar Vincent Valentine does in the FFVII Advent Children movie, with the addition of rose petals (which may be inspired by a similar thing the protagonist of FFXIII, Lightning, has)
Yang is Goldilocks, her design evokes Tifa from FFVII (and her characterisation not being what you'd expect based on the initial impression of her design also borrows from Tifa), her original theme outright compares her to a Super Saiyan from Dragon Ball with her glowing, flaming hair when she powers up with her Semblance evoking the aesthetic appearance of the form (and her 'gets stronger every time she takes a hit' is essentially a temporary, low-level zenkai boost from that series; 'get stronger every time you almost die'). in fact, character-wise, her losing an arm and being characterised as fairly thoughtful and introspective, you could make an argument that she's meant to parallel Future Gohan specifically. however, losing an arm, growing up in the woods and having to care for her younger sibling when they were young also could be a reference to Ragna from BlazBlue (and to boot, Yang's weapon is named Ember Celica, Ragna's parental substitute was Celica A Mercury), and additionally, Nine the Phantom from the same series (Celica's doting older sister) also has heavy fire theming, meaning she could serve as another point of inspiration
finally, Yang may also be partly inspired by Nero from Devil May Cry. while it wasn't explicitly confirmed until DMC5, when Nero was introduced in 4, he is highly implied to be the nephew of series protagonist and demon hunter Dante (who typically wields a greatword) and the son of Dante's twin brother, Vergil (who wields a katana that he can open portals with). Nero's design from jump is asymmetrical, with one of his arms being demonic. asymmetry is a theme for Yang from her trailer (and culminates with her losing one of her arms), her uncle Qrow wields a greatsword and her mother, Raven, Qrow's twin, wields a katana and opens portals with them (that Nero then gained a mechanical prosthetic arm in DMC5 is a hilarious coincidence)
Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon is obviously the Wizard of Oz (his name comes from the acronym of the Wizard of Oz's actual name, Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmanuel Ambroise Diggs - OZPINHEAD), but he also draws from Cid Kramer from FFVIII (being the headmaster of Balamb Garden), as well as Gandalf in putting his faith in a 'smaller soul' (and his manipulative bs is clearly meant to analog to the guy from the bad wizard books, except in rwby it's clearly meant to be a bad thing that has actual consequences, and no more needs to be said about it)
Ironwood is clearly the Tin Woodsman as his main inspiration, a man who (thanks to a cursed axe) kept hacking off parts of his body and getting them replaced with metal until even his heart was gone (and at no point did he consider putting down the axe) - with the key point that he's a subversion of the Woodsman's story. but his descent could be inspired by Walker's descent in Spec Ops The Line (as it would've been in the public zeitgeist when Monty, Kerry and Miles were developing the show and writing these characters, and the game had been played on Achievement Hunter around that time), or from Heart of Darkness and Apocalypse Now, which inspired that game. his willingness to go to extreme and appalling lengths to achieve his goals may also be drawing from Director Leonard Church, from RT's first show Red vs Blue, who has the quote: "Have you forgotten sir, we were at war? A fight with an alien race for the very survival of our species. I feel I must remind you that it is an undeniable, and may I say fundamental quality of man, that when faced with extinction, every alternative is preferable." which feels very in line with Ironwood's willingness to compromise every moral and sacrifice whatever and whoever he thinks he needs to to win
Penny's fairytale inspiration is obviously Pinocchio but her robotic nature and relationship with a caring father also brings to mind Astro Boy and Mega Man, while her combat style is directly inspired by the Prime Field Devices of BlazBlue, who also fight with a floating array of many swords
the structure of the show honestly feels like a JRPG too - with the first few volumes being the lighthearted prologue where characters and concepts are introduced to ease you into the world, there's some hints to a wider world and a bigger story but there's very little sense that the protagonists are in real danger
until they are, and things go catastrophically wrong in a major way that shakes up the plot, throws the characters out into the world and gives them the main goal they're now striving toward (stopping Salem, in this case), with personal narratives developing in tandem with plot progressions that shake up how the audience and the characters see the world and reveal things to be more complex as things go on
you could literally go on forever; and it's not so much 'taking these disparate puzzle pieces and making a collage' so much as it is laying out the bones and building up something new on top of them through the way these bones intersect and interact in new contexts. RWBY isn't ashamed of its influences while still standing as its own story to tell
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AGAINST ALL ODDS
A.Bahubali × fem!OC
The scent of jasmine and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the rhythmic thrum of the drums. Manorama, a dancer whose movements were as fluid as the river Krishna, flowed across the temple courtyard, her anklets jingling like tiny bells. Her heart, however, was anything but light. Her eyes, usually bright with the joy of dance, were clouded with a storm of conflicting emotions.
She had met the Crown Prince of Mahishmati, Amarendra Baahubali, only a few days ago. He had been captivated by her dance, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that made her both flattered and uneasy. He was a handsome man, powerful and commanding, but also impossibly distant. He seemed to view her through a veil, her world of music and dance a mere spectacle for his amusement.
Manorama was a woman of the temple, accustomed to the simple life of devotion and art. She had never dreamt of a prince, especially not one as haughty as Amarendra Baahubali. Yet, she found herself drawn to his quiet charm, his gentle smile that seemed to melt the icy facade he presented to the world.
'Manorama,' he had called her, his voice a low rumble, 'Your dance is a testament to the grace of the gods.'
His words, uttered with an air of superiority, had stung. She knew he saw her as a mere entertainer, not a woman of her own right.
Their encounters became more frequent, stolen moments in the shadows of the temple. He would watch her dance, his eyes filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He would talk about his kingdom, his ambitions, his dreams. And Manorama would listen, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination.
One moonlit night, under the shimmering canopy of stars, Amarendra Baahubali confessed his love.
'Mano,' he said, his voice husky with emotion, 'I cannot live without you. You are the song that fills my soul, the rhythm that beats in my heart.'
She couldn't believe her ears. The charming prince, the man who she thought was disdainful of her world, was begging for her love.
'But I am just a dancer,' she whispered, her voice trembling, 'A creature of the temple.'
'You are the light of my life,' he insisted, taking her hand, 'And I want to share my life with you.'
His words were a whirlwind, pulling her into a vortex of conflicting emotions. He was the prince, she was the dancer. Their worlds were as different as day and night, their paths destined to never cross.
Yet, the fire of love had ignited within her, burning away all reason. She yearned to be with him, to share her life with the man who had captured her heart.
But fear held her back. What would society say? How would the people of Mahishmati react to their union? She was a commoner, he was their future king. This was a love that defied all odds.
'I'm afraid,' she whispered, her voice choked with tears.
He held her close, his warmth a comfort against the chilling whispers of doubt. 'Fear not, Mano,' he said, his voice strong and reassuring, 'I will protect you. We will face this together.'
In the end, love triumphed over fear. They ran away, leaving behind their familiar worlds, their families, their lives. They found refuge in a hidden valley, a paradise where their love could bloom freely, untouched by the scorn of the world.
There, in the embrace of nature, they were married, their vows whispered under the watchful gaze of the stars. The ceremony was simple, a testament to their love, a rejection of the societal norms that had tried to bind them.
They built a life together, filled with love and laughter, a testament to the power of love to conquer all odds. And as the years went by, their story, whispered on the wind, became a legend, a reminder that love knows no boundaries, no caste, no creed. The story of the crown prince who chose love over duty, and the dancer who dared to dream of a life beyond her world, became an enduring symbol of hope, a testament to the power of love to transform even the most rigid of social structures.
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Thanks to Google for the beautiful alternative words in the fic 😅
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Memoir of an Albatross
Chapter 4 - Have Mercy on a Wounded Bird
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(Art by Loquatic)
Chapter Description: Queen Lagoon is throwing a party, much to Albatross's displeasure. However, it is only then when it is revealed that Lagoon has certain plans for his brother's future.
Five years had since passed Queen Lagoon's rise to power, and yet Albatross still had not felt any more respected the day since he hatched. If anything, he felt as though this newer attention was more fabricated and soulless.
These days, he would receive praise and admiration for his magic. Any dragons who stopped by for the queen would bow their heads to him. They'd call him "Albatross the Animus Prince", as though him having these powers and being of royal blood was something other than a curse he begrudgingly accepted. They talked about how powerful he was. They spoke of him as this glorious dragon.
He knew what they thought though. He knew that they thought he was just as deplorable and horrific as when he was a hatchling. They just now had to be nice since he's capable of harm. They know what animus dragons can do, even without being aware of what he's done to Sapphire and Queen Gannet. In some ways, it felt no different than being politely ignored and glossed over; just that now he had to stand around with dragons.
Yet, life could be worse. Could be better though. For as many edits and changes as Lagoon's reign had brought with it, Albatross's internal life remained the same. For one, Sapphire had not returned. Lagoon had visited with her several times, all of which she came back with the same news: Sapphire had not forgiven him. She hated him with all of her fragmented mind. She did not want to return as long as he was still alive.
He couldn't blame her. Who would forgive a dragon like him? A dragon who had been so easily influenced by his darker thoughts and gave way to the temptation of violence and destruction. He was but an animal compared to the rest of them.
At least that's what Lagoon implied from her lectures. She would go on and on these days about how she needed his magic. That his magic was a dangerous force bestowed onto him by the moons themselves or whatever spiritual belief she held. He only saw them as a sick joke, one that only Lagoon found funny.
He had been her glorified circus freak for her to parade around at parties. There had been many since her uprising, and while they did certainly bring more diplomatic leaders and open trade routes and better relations with the surrounding kingdoms, Albatross found them a waste of time. Had he been able to skip them, he would have found some joy.
Yet, his home, the Island Palace, was used as her party area. It was the one thing he wanted, his own place away from Lagoon, and even then she abused it as her party palace. His emotions became secondary, as she would drop by and announce to him that she was hosting some new event between her and whatever queen this time. How wonderful. Even better with her parading him around like an object to ogle at.
He felt more alone and isolated at those parties than ever before. He had to put up a charming, nice exterior, even if all he wanted to do was just retreat into his quarters and wait until all the guests were gone. Play nice. He didn't hate the dragons he saw, not at all, but rather felt as though they were never genuine. Playing up a nice, friendly facade like he was.
He was tired of it all. He wanted to be alone, forever.
"Albatross?" a voice called for him.
"Hm? Yes?"
"You've been standing near the fruit and juice area for a while. Are you alright?" The dragon tilted his head to the side.
It was Humpback, Lagoon's husband and King of the SeaWings. Better yet, a brother-in-law. He was nice enough; certainly a lot better than Lagoon, that's for sure. He was an upper-class noble, one that Lagoon took an interest in. He tended to ramble about his life back then, but anything he said was infinitely more preferable to being around Lagoon. He at the very least cared about him a little.
"Yeah, I'm just a little tuckered from the chit-chat," he laughed. "Standing by here, sipping this...juice." He took a sniff from his chalice. "Mango and pineapple blend, right? Though, I'm also getting a hint of lime too."
"Couldn't tell you, honestly. All I know is that the guests love it." He grinned, checking Albatross in the side playfully. "Why don't you come on out later? When you've mentally recovered a bit. It's not like this is some big diplomatic meeting anyway. Just a bunch of dragons."
He looked around. They were in the central room, one that was connected to the rest of the halls and areas. Water flowed through river-like paths on the floor, just barely deep enough to go up to his talons. Tables were set up along the sides, carrying rows upon rows of meat, fruit, and drink. SeaWings of all shapes and colours were dotted all around, chatting with one another. Some on the floor, some on the balcony. All of them nobles from various houses, coming together for some grand reason that only Lagoon seemed to know.
In the center-most part of the palace was Lagoon herself, her voice somewhat audible to Albatross even amongst the deafening sounds of dragons laughing and talking. She was with some SeaWing noble he had never seen before, showing them the statue. She blabbed about its marbling and how beautiful it was. The same inane mumblings he had heard a dozen times over.
Then, Lagoon looked at Albatross. Even across the room, her eyes were piercing. He knew she wanted him over. To have him there as some symbol of the power she has. For him to be this performing animal.
"Oh, that's her." Humpback clicked his tongue. "Might wanna get over there before she starts nagging in your ear about it." He snickered. "Geez, I can't blame you for sticking your distance if you had to grow up with her."
"That's an...odd thing to say about your wife," he said.
"What? Joking about her being a bit of a you-know-what? I mean, it's just pointing out the obvious."
"Well, you would be right. She can be a real pain in the tail..." He grumbled. "I don't know though." He shook his head. "I find it somewhat strange to sort of make fun of her."
"Oh c'mon! She yells at you all the time, and you're defending her from a lil' comment. Besides, you'll understand once you're married." Humpback nudged him. "Speaking of which, any plans for that?"
Albatross bit his tongue. Admittedly, no, he had not been thinking about getting married. The thought didn't even cross his mind. He knew it had to happen sometime, all dragons in this family eventually have to settle with somebody, but he didn't feel anything. No real pull or desire to rest with another. Whenever he imagined his future, he saw himself happily alone.
"Honestly? I've got nothing for plans." He shrugged. "I don't really think I'll settle for a while."
"Ahh, wanna stick with the bachelor life? Trust me, it was great. But, y'know, the time comes. Plus it's somewhat hard to pass up becoming royalty when the SeaWing Queen herself comes and drags you along to be her husband. Drags you away from that great ol' life, but, hey, this gig ain't that bad either. Just miss the freedom of doing whatever I wanted without coming back to see somebody scream about how reckless it was. Constantly on your case about the smallest things. Annoying, really."
Albatross blinked. "Is that really how you feel about Lagoon?" he asked, barely masking his disbelief. Is that really how a dragon is supposed to feel about their partner?
Humpback paused to sip his drink. He laughed. "Like I said, Albatross, you'll understand one day."
Albatross awkwardly laughed. "Haha, yeah..." He swirled the drink in his talons. What felt more uncomfortable than Humpback's comments was still the idea of settling with another. It was strange more so the fact he couldn't place a claw on why he felt that way. Maybe it was from him being young, but even so, he was eleven years old. Somewhat exiting his young adult years.
Maybe it was time for him to find somebody to spend the rest of his life with. Yet, the very thought of that made his scales itch. Why?
"Hey!" Another voice squawked in his ear. It was sharp and made him jump.
"Moons above– Lagoon?"
"Yes, it's Lagoon. I was trying to call you over for ages, and you just ignored me." Her scales were lit ever so slightly and her ears were pink from embarrassment. "Come. You're better off entertaining some lovely guests instead of standing there."
"Why should I?"
"They're bored and want to have a little chat with you. They think I'm an idiot.They think I can't even get my stubborn brother to do what I say."
"I doubt that somehow."
"Just come over. Stop being a grouch. Loosen up a little!" she said. From behind, Albatross could make out the faint sound of Humpback snorting.
She grabbed him by the talons. "Get over here." She began dragging him along. "You're like a hatchling. Can't you listen to me for once in your life?"
He pulled his talons away. "You don't have to treat me like that," he said, a little harsher than he'd like. "I can walk on my own." He glanced back at Humpback. "Nice getting to talk with you."
"No problem! Besides, now I can eat all the scavenger sashimi I want." He grabbed one of the delicacies in question, plopping it into his mouth. "Good idea sticking around here. Maybe I'll stay and eat all the snacks too."
"No, dear, you'll have to be with me soon enough. King business."
"Aw..." He looked at her with the eyes of a baby turtle. Sad, vaguely pathetic, yet somewhat cute.
Albatross let out a small, bemused chuckle. He then turned back to Lagoon, trailing behind her. "What do you want with me To have me explain how I made that statue of you again?"
"No, actually. Besides, I only made you do that twice."
"Twice more than I should have."
"You just can't help yourself but complain about everything, huh?" she asked. "I try and make light conversation and include you and all you do is whine and pout." She shook her head. "At least smile this time."
"I always smile. That's what I'm supposed to do at these parties, no?"
"Well, yes, but not that way. The way that shows all of your weird teeth. Fewer teeth, a little less wide. You look like a serial killer that way."
"Thanks Lagoon. You're always the best with compliments."
"Tone down the sarcasm as well. You're always like this at parties. This time it's slightly important. You need to make a nice impression."
Lagoon's face lifted as they approached the SeaWings she had been chatting with earlier. A complete shift in character. "Apologizes for the wait, Prince Albatross simply was helping himself to the buffet. Have you tried any? The best chefs in Pyrrhia have prepared the most delicious platter of seafood a dragon could ask for. Be a shame if it went to waste."
Two SeaWings stood before them. Behind was an imposing marble fountain of Lagoon. Sculpted from marble, it displayed the queen holding a spear above her head. Water flowed from the spouts below her talons, pooling in the basin.
That statue was one of the things Lagoon had asked Albatross to enchant for her. Her old sculptor had fallen ill and Lagoon didn't want to wait until they had gotten better. Instead, she had given him the diagrams and asked him to create it with the bonus of being a fountain as well. He tried to argue back, but she insisted. He complied.
Oddly enough, since that enchantment and many others before, he grew more irritated and sensitive to Lagoon's chatter. Most voices and noises in general were harsher on the ears, but Lagoon's voice in particular stood out as being shrill, especially when she raised her voice. He had chalked it up to getting older, and yet, something didn't feel right about it. Looking at that statue only reminded him of that.
"Oh, thank you, your majesty. We'll be sure to see." One SeaWing, one with sandy yellow scales and cloudy grey eyes, spoke before her husband could get a chance to. "And thank you for bringing Albatross!"
Guests had a habit of crowding and even demanding for Albatross whenever these parties happened. By all means, he is the first-ever SeaWing animus. They'd come and ask him basic questions like how he discovered his magic, to which he gave a fake story about reading a scroll that described it and jokingly tried to see if he had it. Perfectly mundane.
"Yes, yes, Albatross, the grand SeaWing animus," he playfully began. "A little birdie here told me that you two wanted a chance to meet me. Well, today is your lucky day!" He tipped his head lightly. "Whereabouts are you two from?"
The blue-white SeaWing tried to speak once again, only to be cut off by his wife. "We're from the Shifting Sands Grotto. That whole general region."
"Oh? Really?" He tried to mask his mild surprise. The Shifting Sands Grotto wasn't typically a place where Lagoon would invite guests. They were mainly a neglected area on a small island near Maelstrom's Eye. A common area mainly for trade. Not seedy or dangerous by any means, but nothing of note.
Lagoon didn't typically care for commoners. She would make passing remarks about their whininess whenever an advisor would tell her things. Strange that she would act this way to dragons who are, at best, minor nobility. Albatross would've figured she'd laugh in their face. What was she up to?
"I recall visiting there once," Albatross continued. "Very wonderful place. Is it true that the typhoons are as bad as they say?"
"Well, yes, of course. My dragonets always love going out during those storms though." She shook her head. "Reckless. However, our eldest always listened to my pleas. Oh! I'm Perch, and this is my husband, Swordfish. Terribly sorry, I forgot to introduce ourselves."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance." He smiled. Fewer teeth, less wide.
Perch turned towards Lagoon. "So, will you announce it now?"
"Hm, why not? I figure it's about time. We're only putting it off if we wait any longer." Lagoon looked at the wine chalice in her talons.
"What announcement?"
"What announcement?" Perch echoed. She snickered. "Prince Albatross, you're so funny. Modest and humble too."
Before he could get another word out, Lagoon's voice boomed. "Attention guests!" She spoke like a clap of thunder. "Thank you all for coming here on this fine evening! I ask of you to gather around for a very important announcement."
"I'm so happy for you, Prince Albatross." Perch crooned. "But, where is she? Marlin should be here as well. Swordfish, do you know where she is?"
"Dunno. She wandered off. Said she was getting some food." He shrugged.
"Well, she'll hear the news. Oh, she'll be overjoyed."
"I'm sorry, did I miss a memo or something?" Albatross awkwardly laughed. "What is going on?"
Once more, the only answer he received was the voice of his sister. Despite being several paces from her, it was like she was talking directly into his ear. "Thank you, thank you." She thanked the crowd as they all turned to her, shushing themselves. "Tonight is a very special night where we will honour two dragons in this very room right now. This arrangement will lead to prosperity in our kingdom, as we will have further generations with gifts bestowed onto us by the moons themselves."
She glanced back at Albatross. A coy, wicked smirk was painted on her face. "Tonight, I am pleased to announce the engagement between Marlin, daughter of Perch and Swordfish, and Prince Albatross, royal animus my very own brother."
It was as though a tsunami had crashed down on him. Within an instant, his stomach dropped. His eyes widened, becoming little more than dark circles of shock, fear, and horror. A lump formed in his throat. He struggled to find the words. What words could he even say?
Why was she doing this? An arranged marriage?! No. No, no, no. This wasn't right. This wasn't fair. She could order him around and scold him, but to do this? Was she out of her mind? She knew he was hesitant to marry. Why? How?
Between the mass clapping and clamouring, he saw a lone dragon on the other side of the room. Standing next to some boiled snails was a dragon, the same silent horror painted on her face. Her overscales were a deep, rich navy blue. Her webbed spines were long and her barbels dangled. She had yellow streaks and hints in combination with her golden bioluminescent scales. Her eyes, the hue the same as a golden hour over the sea, were still. Trapped in this expression of shock.
That had to be Marlin. His fiancé.
He couldn't hear what Lagoon was blabbing about. It sounded like rogue waves crashing against him, dragging him under the waters. He stared at the dragon in disbelief. She looked just as scared and confused as he was.
He did this. Because of his inability to find a partner of some kind, Lagoon decided to drag things into her own talons. Now he's doomed this dragon to stay with him. That's what he always does anyway. Hurts dragons.
"Pardon me, please." He mumbled. He pushed passed dragons, quelling their remarks by saying that he just needed a moment. He began to shut down, feeling as though he was acting wholly on instinct rather than conscious choices. Back in this dissociative state.
He walked aimlessly through the halls of the Island Palace. His talons clicked against the cold floor. What was he supposed to do? There was no way he could convince Lagoon to call it off. She was stubborn as an orca. His stomach felt more like a bottomless pit. His limbs were heavy. He couldn't think straight. Thoughts crashed into one another. Rigorous self-critique, parroting everything Lagoon ever said. It was a storm of self-hatred and anger.
He managed to find his room. He took a sharp breath the second he entered, gritting his teeth. He could feel tears attempting to form in his eyes. Why was he having such a violent reaction? It was an arranged marriage entirely without his consent or knowledge, but this cut deep in him. A nerve he never knew existed that had been sliced.
He kept pacing back and forth, picking at his webbing. Same old nervous tick, but never to this degree. Why was this happening to him? What had he done for the moons to curse him like this?
Then, from behind him, felt a new presence. He turned, choking back a small sob.
The SeaWing. Marlin. She was in the doorway, her expression more sympathetic and gentle.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked. The question sounded so absurd (obviously he was not okay), but the way she framed it made him feel slightly more relaxed.
Albatross bit his tongue. "If I'll be perfectly honest: no, not exactly."
"Yeah..." she sighed. "I can't believe any of this is happening. I'm sorry."
There was an odd way in which she spoke. She sounded so genuine. Not in a way like Lagoon being bluntly rude, but like she was trying to talk with him.
"I can leave if you want. It's a lot. For both of us, but you seem to be...well, not too great."
The corners of Albatross's mouth perked up. "Yeah, hah. I'm just..." He placed his talons on his head. "Moons above, what's gotten into me?"
"If it helps, I'd try to focus on something. I get like this sometimes, but one of my younger brothers has it a lot more. Maybe you could focus on the waves."
The only real thing of comfort to him was the thoughts about her. Trying to figure her out. Why was she like this? Why did she talk to him like this? She only just met him. He never knew she existed until a few minutes ago. How could a dragon be so kind despite everything he is? Isn't he the royal animus, harbinger of a new era to the Kingdom of the Sea with his magic?
Why was she normal about him?
"Again, it's okay if I can leave–"
"Please, no," he blurted out. "No, wait. No, you can leave if you want. I don't want to force you to stay if you don't. You've already been more than helpful." He mustered up every ounce of strength to say those words.
Marlin's gaze softened. She took a step forward. "If it makes you feel a little better, I can be here to talk to."
"...why would you want to do that?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Am I not Albatross? You must have heard about what they've said. I mean, look at me." He gestured to himself. "My eyes, my snout, my weird tail, even the way I talk, it's all off. It's different. Most dragons can't stand to be around me that long. Get weirded out."
"Why would they? You seem nice."
"Why would you stay then?"
"Because you seem nice."
He paused. "How could you know that?"
She tapped her talons on the floor. "I've definitely heard about you. I guess even then I thought it was sorta weird how they'd point at you like you're some deity or some blemish on the family. I thought they were overblowing things. That isn't to say I wasn't shocked when I heard I was being shipped off to marry you; and, moons above, it still feels so surreal to me."
She looked at him. "Then I saw you. You had this look that undid every sort of belief I had about you." She shook her head in disbelief. "I don't think I've ever seen a dragon look like that. You weren't some regal, intimidating, fancy-schmancy royal animus. You were just some normal dragon."
She chuckled. "Sounds weird, but I dunno. That's how I felt. I saw you run away and I wanted to help. I don't even really know if this is helping you or not either."
"It's...helping," he muttered. His heart began to slow. He could breathe easier now. "Thank you, Marlin."
"No problem. Helping you actually made me a little calmer. Thank you, uh... Albatross? Are you fine with that?"
"More than fine. Just call me Albatross." He smiled. He didn't care if he showed his teeth and was a bit too wide.
Maybe, out of all of the dragons that Lagoon could have paired him up with, she had picked the one that could perhaps be his friend.
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If I may be a turboweeb once again (please weeb anon don’t start sending me those asks again), I want to recommend you all the following anime:
Ranger Reject, aka Go Go Loser Ranger!
It’s set in a world where power rangers are basically the gods of society, and it revolves around D, your run of the mill foot soldier/grunt, who is sick and tired of losing to them.
There’s a twist though, the rangers are a scam, they defeated the leaders of the forces of evil 12 years ago, leaving the seemingly immortal grunts alive just so they can keep up a facade in which they fight against them every week, and if they fail to play along, the rangers actually possess weapons capable of killing them for good, so basically they’re now grunts to the rangers, fighting them in unwinnable battles, all for the sake of the reputation and status of the rangers.
The other twist is that the grunts are capable of shapeshifting, D being especially good at imitating humans, so embracing this ability, he escapes ranger service, and begins a quest of inflitrate their organization, and hopefully destroy it from the inside.
One thing I have absolutely adored about it is D himself, a seemly hot headed idiot that’s way over his head, who ends up a truly resourceful bastard of a character, and that deep down, isn’t actually as evil as he claims to be.
Plus that’s the most creative transformation I’ve seen in a good while!
Also tons of asses for those who’re into that, both for guys and gals!
Give it a try if you can, it’s well worth it!
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If you are still open for requests..how about Ais and Kuras (or pick which one) with a child/children?
Of course!! Don’t hesitate to send in more if ya want <3
Ais
Father figure of the year
✩ Pretty chill in general
He's the type of dad who will let you have a good time but also make sure you're staying safe.
✩ Always there to lend an ear or offer advice… or constructive criticism—
You can always count on him to give you straightforward and honest advice, even if it's not what you want to hear. Even though he may not always agree with your choices, you know that his intentions are always good and that he genuinely cares about your well-being. Ais may not show his emotions openly, but his love and support for his child would be unwavering.
✩ Seems to know exactly what to say in any situation.
Whether you need help with a problem or just want someone to talk to, he is always there for you (with judgment /j)
✩ Don't even bother to lie to him.
He can see right through any facade and will always know when you're not being completely honest. His ability to detect deception is uncanny, but it also makes him a trustworthy confidant. Besides, what even did you do that made you think the consequences would be that bad? (Or even exist?) Partying? Smoking? Drinking? Drugs? Sex?
✩ “Lame. When I was your age I was way worse—”
✩ CRAZY parent lore.
And he mentions it so casually every time. Like, he's seen (and done) it all before. Nothing seems to faze him in the slightest.
✩ He's the kind of guy who would drop everything to help his kid, no questions asked.
✩ On the other hand, if we're talking about babies…
He might be a bit (completely) clueless when it comes to diaper changing, feeding schedules, or soothing a crying infant. However, his willingness to learn and his dedication to being the best parent he can be are admirable qualities.
✩ He's the type of person who will spend hours researching the best parenting techniques and tips.
✩ He gets the hang of it pretty quick.
✩ He is incredibly patient to the point where it becomes a bit scary.
✩ COMMITTED.
From reading bedtime stories to playing endless games of peek-a-boo, a cheerleader, a rock, a shoulder to cry on—he's all in when it comes to being a parent.
✩ GIRL DAD
✩ If anyone dares to think about touching his child, they'll never see the light of day again.
Kuras
24/7 confusion
✞ This begs the question of whether the child would be half-angel.
Let's assume so, because it becomes ten times funnier.
✞ Absolutely b e w i l d e r e d in the beginning.
✞ “...Why does it cry so much?”
Another question that often arises is, "Is there something wrong with it that I can't see?" He's just… confused. He doesn't really understand babies. Kuras is used to living a fast-paced, independent lifestyle, so the idea of being responsible for a helpless infant is overwhelming for him.
✞ Incredibly good once he figures it out.
Despite his initial confusion and overwhelming feelings, Kuras quickly adapts. Kuras is always on call to help with midnight feedings and diaper changes, making sure the baby is well taken care of around the clock.
✞ “Uh… honey? The baby is floating.”
Cue Kuras calmly walking into the room and safely guiding the baby back to the ground with a knowing smile. It becomes a common occurrence in the household.
✞ Eventually takes on the role of mentor, teaching the child how to control their powers and use them for good.
✞ Slightly strict
Believes in setting boundaries and enforcing rules to ensure the well-being and safety of his children. He considers discipline an important aspect of parenthood, as it helps instill good behavior and values in his kids. He may come off as harsh at times, but it all stems from a place of love and protection. Kuras wants his children to grow up knowing right from wrong and understanding the importance of structure in their lives.
✞ Comfort
He listens without judgment, allowing his children to express themselves freely. Kuras encourages open communication and fosters a strong bond based on trust and respect.
✞ Don't even bother to lie to him part 2
If you try to sneak out, he'll be waiting for you at the door, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. You can try to pull one over on him, but chances are, he'll see right through it. It's better to just be honest and upfront with him, because he always seems to know what's going on.
✞ Consequences
Although Kuras seems disappointed at times, he knows that it is all part of the process of growing up and learning from mistakes. He understands that his children need to make their own choices and face the consequences of those choices in order to become independent and responsible adults. Kuras tries to offer guidance and support, but ultimately allows his children to take ownership of their decisions and experiences.
✞ Always puts his children's needs above his own.
✞ Being the doctor he is and a parent can be a challenging juggling act. Kuras, however, manages to balance both roles with grace and dedication.
✞ T r i p l e t s
✞ If anyone dares to harm their child, he will stop at nothing to protect them. Fuck repentance and forgiveness; Kuras will seek justice with a vengeance that knows no bounds.
#verewrites#ais#kuras#red spring studios#headcannons#ts#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved headcanons#touchstarved kuras#kuras touchstarved#ais touchstarved
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One thing oden and ace teach us is that bad bitches go early so you can understand how worried I am for nami....
#oden asking if they still love him after beating a whole village of criminals up as the sun rises behind him...#oden sama..... 20 (maybe???) father of like 5 and boyfriend to many#KIKUS SISTER(BROTHER I DONT REALLY KNOW) IS THE ONE ON THE WHITEBEARD PIRATES???? KIKU IS THE LITTLE ONE!!!#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 962#another oden panty shot....#another oden panty shot as he begs for shirohige to take him to the sea with him.... which could mean anything...#marco teasing shirohige about liking oden.... this cant be true...#how is izu jumping that much omg... we ard not taking oden but this random samurai will do#toki can fight??? oden like that akdhakshdkshsks he looks like the harkonnen guy akdjajaja#he has sanji's radar.... amazing#episode 963#shirohige is gonna break down when he finds out oden left him for a woman.... so sad....#also the size difference.... poor woman.....#shirohige came back for him omg.....#THE BLONDE GUY WITH THE LASHES AND THE WOMAN WITH BLUE HAIR ARE FRANKYS PARENTS RIGHT???#already having babies in year 2..... momo was born in shirohiges boat... legend#orochi chosen as a substitute for oden omg.....#FUCKING TEECH!!! DIEE!!!! I CURSE THE DAY SHIROHIGE LET YOU ON HIS SHIP#episode 964#OROCHI DIEEEE CHALLENGE!!!! but this scene with the witch is a banger... such a shame he is a pathetic villain i mean he could be scary and#with his power he is..... facades and all....#sukiyaki coughing sounds like that GOO GOO GOO GOO cupcakke sound..... maybe its just me...#THEY KILLED SUKIYAKI ALREADY???? OMG ODEN!!!#why is he-man on shurohiges crew akdjsks... also so funny there is just a royal family in there...#roger talking about how his time is coming and he wants to fight shirohige again.... GO BE WITH YOUR BABY MAMA DEAD(heehee)BEAT!!!#another pantyshot akdjskks the animators are on my side.... i love how everyone wants oden now... roger and shirohige passing him around#roger skipping to go fight him akdjsksj he is the moment....#episode 965
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touch-averse or touch-starved? an analysis of boba fett's attitudes towards physical touch in legacy of the force
a sufficient number of people expressed interest in this topic that i'm finally making this post! i find this facet of fett's characterization quite fascinating and naturally wanted to share, especially bc it's so unexpectedly nuanced in a lot of ways. so here it is, for the consideration and enjoyment of fic writers, expanded universe enjoyers, and general fett fans alike!
touch is (ostensibly) unbearable because it's a form of compassion. throughout the series, if there's one thing we learn can put fett into the fight-or-flight reflex, it's compassion. at multiple points, his gut reaction to someone showing him compassion is to either lash out at them to get them to stop (as he does with jaina), or if he's not willing to do that, get away from them as fast as he can (as he does with sintas and occasionally beviin early into their friendship). fett explicitly equates more intimate forms of touch (such as hugging, or taking his hand) with compassion and states outright that he has no idea how to respond to such gestures. yet, fett's attitude towards touch cannot be boiled down to simple aversion, because
fett's reactions to physical touch read more like someone who is touch-starved, not touch-averse. despite the attitude towards compassion explored above, when fett is actually faced with compassionate touch, his reaction is not what one would expect. in contrast to when people try to verbally show him compassion, which will get the aforementioned fight-or-flight response, compassionate touch provokes much more ambivalence. for example, when sintas reaches out to take his hand, he initially "dreads" it—yet, when she actually touches him, the text tells us, "He needed her to let go of his hand; but he didn't want her to." similarly, though fett seems to express relief that mirta isn't the type to hug him or take his hand, in the very previous book, we seem to have evidence contrary to all parts of this statement. namely, mirta places her hand in his to reassure him when he's undergoing a very painful treatment for his fucked-up-clone-DNA disease, and his reaction is to immediately take her hand and, when the doctor starts lining up the needle, to squeeze it with such force that mirta "thought he'd break every bone in her fingers." these do not read as the reactions of someone who is averse to touch, but rather, someone who is actually quite touch-starved.
(note that it is not at all uncommon for fett's actions/emotional responses to be at odds with the image he projects. he is not at all a reliable narrator of his own internal experience. for example, at one point he claims to not feel ashamed of anything he's ever done, despite the fact that we see him explicitly grappling with feelings of deep, paralyzing shame for how he treated sintas. beviin even teases him for this habit at one point, responding to fett's claims of professional detachment in the face of his obvious care for others with a cheeky, "'course, i believe you 😉")
furthermore, as we see with mirta, fett can get downright clingy when he's worried about someone. in revelation, fett and mirta both take part in a mission that eventually forces them to split up into separate strike teams. fett is, to put it mildly, rather anxious about this. he fears that something will happen to mirta when she's on her own, and that furthermore, it will be his fault for agreeing to take her along on the mission in the first place. significantly, the separation is book-ended by two instances of fett physically grabbing mirta. first, when mirta begins to climb up into the other part of the ship, fett grabs her by the ankle to try and slow her departure, a result, we're told of his "sudden fear for her." he doesn't let go until she shakes him off. later on, when they're reunited, with mirta covered in someone else's (though fett isn't yet aware of this) blood, jaina observes that he grabs her tightly by the shoulder "as if he was going to shake the daylights out of her." both of these reactions seem to be purely instinctive and visceral; it seems fett's first, kneejerk reaction to the fear of losing someone is to physically grab and hold onto them. again, his actions don't align with the detached, touch-averse image he sometimes portrays.
finally, the characters who know fett best seem to know to offer physical reassurance in the face of painful/distressing situations. specifically, we see beviin and mirta offer physical touch as reassurance; beviin places his hand on fett's back when he's watching sintas suffer from carbonite thawing sickness and is anxiously waiting to see whether her mind is still intact, and, as mentioned above, mirta places her hand in his when he's receiving treatment for his genetic disease. and that's not to even mention how sintas's first reaction to seeing him in emotional turmoil is to try and take his hand. for all that fett tries to put on a distant, untouchable facade, the characters he cares about most and vice-versa can see through it within the text itself.
in conclusion, i feel like if a character he cared about actually hugged him, fett's reaction would be something along the lines of this image:
thank you for coming to my tedtalk
#boba fett#legacy of the force#this is theeee most self-indulgent analysis post i've ever done. no one look at me#in sum i feel like fett has an ostensible attitude of ''people shouldn't touch me bc i am simultaneously above and beneath such things''#but any time something sufficiently distressing happens that facade crumbles real quick#when he's in real pain or fear‚ touch is a powerful reassurance#and the people who know him best are very much aware of this#i kind of get why he has to put up the act. like he has a reputation to maintain.#but also: kinda hilarious that his loved ones are like all ''cmon man. you ain't foolin' anyone''#''getcha hand held‚ idiot''
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I've been wondering about something about Wally's "Warlock staff"....
What the heck is that? A crystal of some kind?? (I've been wondering for so long with the project I'm working on)
that would be a crystal - and a conduit for Home's power! Wally uses it to channel and utilize the magic Home gives him. technically he can cast without it, but casting without a "lightning rod" makes the magic undiluted when used - which is rarely a good thing when your power comes from a demon!
#to the Neighborhood's knowledge wally cannot cast without it#and well. in a way he can't#but the crystal is a nice cap on home's deep well of dark magic#and it lends to wally's wizard facade! makes it more Convincing!#but yeah casting without it also takes a lot more energy and is difficult to do overall#so it's reaalllly unsustainable to just - for a lack of better term - rawdog it#also unfortunately in creating the crystal for wally#home had to tie its magic to it#so if the crystal breaks that would Seriously weaken home and hurt him#its still better than no conduit at all!#and wally takes very good care of the crystal#the staff rarely strays far from his side#rambles from the bog#wh fantasy au#so home has two ties to the mortal realm#wally's choker & the crystal#if both the choker and crystal are destroyed#depending on several factors home will either be Killed or just banished back to their own realm#until it can rebuild his power - which can take thousands of years to get to a point where home can reconnect with the mortal plane#wally and home's situation is very precarious! they need to protect each other or they'll both be Royally Fucked#tldr: home's magic channels through the crystal so that wally can cast spells safely#ALSO YIPPEE CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR PROJECT I HAVENT CHECKED IN IN A HOT SECOND ILL GO DO THAT NOW
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listen i have something i wanna share about our favorite vampire spawn Astarion
it's immediately apparent when you meet him that he's a natural liar and manipulator, you get to know him more and he's vain and a bit of a jester and a LOSER. the absolute cringe-ass nae nae baby that's goin on here i stg. but much more than these things is that he's Pathetic he can't do much of anything by himself, he constantly needs to be the center of attention and he needs supervision, he is such a bad improviser. and you know what with all those characteristics it's why i love him.
He's petty and hilarious.
He's annoying and skittish.
He's egotistical and frail.
and that's the kinda character that i really like and can relate to. so with all of this being said i do not see him as this dommy-daddy-evil-bastard-man cause that is the exact opposite of what the character actually has going on. He's a little annoying brat whose been tortured and fucked up into being this little "femme fatale" to lure back victims and the like, he has never been able to back it up. he's one big bluff and it makes him more amazing than any original character i could ever come up with
#i have alot of feelings for this man#i hate him but i understand him#he's annoying as all hell but he's just like me#he's been through so much#and it's okay for him to be consumed by the hatred and power tgat he feels entitled to#i think we all want to put our abusers in the ground and never be vulnerable again#but all his bravado is still just a facade#he's nothing without his team#my post#niko yells online#nonsense#astarion ancunin#character nonsense#bg3#baldur's gate 3#Baldur's gate 3 Astarion#bg3 astarion
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the third prince is so interesting to me bc he's made of the themes. he subconsciously attempts to replicate his parents' power dynamic with his first (and only) real relationship except it's not even a real relationship bc his evil mistress is manipulating him the whole time. he looks like the physical ideal of warrior masculinity (you know. the one who died in the last book) except that he sucks and is useless and can't fulfill his singular purpose and literally everyone knows it. he's a hollow shell with nothing inside but also he's intelligent and perceptive and a whole person underneath it all but also it doesn't even matter who he is bc he's being slowly suffocated by other people's expectations and agendas but also he has no choice but to be nothing bc he can't be great. "what if you were willing to do anything to get what you wanted" well what if you didn't even know what you wanted. what if what you wanted was so completely opposed to who you are and what you were made for that you could never actually believe that you could have it. what then. he's happy about two people being tortured to death bc his mom didn't like them. he's the living embodiment of a crumbling heirless dynasty. he's a blushing maiden being seduced by an older man with ill intentions and he's a powerful royal whose lover is wholly reliant upon him for survival. he and baoxiang are both punishing each other for the things they hate about themselves. his death causes the end of the book. and he's been dead since the day he was born.
#the radiant emperor#he who drowned the world#anyway. filicide is so fun. love dynasties cannibalizing themselves#third prince and ma xiuying parallels. is that anything#they're both gay 19 year olds who wang baoxiang projects all his emotional issues onto before falling in love with them#also seeing through your lover's bullshit facade but not enough to know what they're truly capable of before it's too late#also being miserable in your set role but not seeing any alternative before other possibilities are shown to you by the power of gay sex#well. by the power of being seen and understood in a way no one ever has before. but mostly gay sex#also ouyang kills both of their dads but that's not proof of anything ouyang kills everyone's dad#i'm making the third prince/wbx dynamic more weird and freudian actually i think it's fascinating that wbx and lady ki are kind of the same#is this a coherent post? probably not
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I think calling Feferi going to attack Eridan like that self-defense because he assaulted Sollux IS a bit of a stretch, considering, like, Sollux VERY much did, like, agree to duel him. Understandable revenge? The most logical thing she could think of because she took his whole "side to Jack" thing seriously? Not worth being murdered as a 13 year old over? All true. But self-defense. definitely perhaps a stretch! he did not go to attack her until she was coming at him with a weapon!
#like feferi and sollux both being like ohhh the most obvious and reasonable thing to do right now is kill eridan#like sollux. is being so. like he's like i'll duel him. dude i do not think sollux was trying to kill eridan they were being dumb#likewise i don't think eridan meant to hurt sollux badly#the main thing that happened in this sequence is eridan was suddenly overpowered with the weapon he had which resulted in well.#the murder of his friends!#like eridan was. at his core. same as when he dueled sollux on his planet. same as his so called genocide devices while actively stressed#trying to prevent mass death#very clearly having a paper thin facade for desperate cries for help. feferi not seeing that is silly but understandable#her immediate reaction of 'killing him' instead of like. anything else. speaks VOLUMES about her. like#i cannot express how much she did not have to do that#also saying that it's self defense to subdue someone who assaulted someone else (WHO WAS ALSO ATTACKING THEM!)#by trying to Kill Them is just. not something i think i could agree with tbh. like unless there's imminent threat#is it understandable? is she 13? does she deserve to die? all obvious answers#but eridan killing her when she was coming At Him was definitely an Impulsive reaction to being attacked -- ie self defense#while she jumped there with a few extra steps#granted I don't think he wanted to kill her either like! I think when his attack on her killed her it was. horror inducing like man#like the point is don't give 13yos murder weapons! unstable mr eridan ampora as a child did not need gun/wand gun esque power#ik ik they were playing a high fantasy violent game don't at me but that's the point lol#but to try to get feferi off like in a court of law on self defense there i mean. factor her age etc in makes sense. but on the circumstanc#itself? well. only if she were like. a cop. or it was on her property. eridan on the other hand? yeah. self defense#not his attack on sollux though I do think that's a little bit like. sollux did engage with him#i think about it so much though like. what if sollux and feferi weren't together right at that moment when eridan went to them to try to#get help (say he was a risk to all of them bc of his deep hopelessness 🙄🙄)#the way that him and sollux were like. not interacting on the level feferi was. the way feferi had eridan's also desire to interact with#sollux like he did on his planet overriding his direct purpose. the way no one understood what was really going on#the thing about all of it is it's tragic! those are babies. anyways#eridan ampora#feferi peixes#feferi#eridan
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the detail people usually miss out on when they’re watching naruto is that sakura is better at hiding her feelings and lying than sasuke ‘shinobi are supposed to keep their emotions masked’ uchiha
#naruto#txt#sasuke uchiha#sakura haruno#sasusaku#tagging it the ship to be on the safe side but really it's a character analysis#like sakura might be expressive and all but she compartmentalizes like a pro#inner sakura is an example of that#this girl spit her personality to the point that a powerful mind control jutsu failed to control her#compare it to sasuke whose goals are blatant since the beginning#he doesn't hide behind emotions he doesn't need to feel#he hides his emotions by putting on a blank facade but honestly it is to keep at bay the constant turmoil he feels
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