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riftclaw · 1 year
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I don’t think it’s possible to name a bigger downgrade than what they did to the tomas in stampede. that is literally just an emu. WHERE IS THE ANTEATER TONGUE.
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justice for the tomas
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innerchorus · 2 years
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It’s rare to see visual inconsistencies in the Arslan Senki manga (in fact, I think I’ve only caught one before...) but here’s one from Chapters 108 and 109.
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Pay attention to the horse tack.
This is Isfan’s horse in Chapter 108; note the regular bit.
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Here are some of the men Isfan is leading in the night raid. If you look at their horse’s mouths, you’ll see something different. In order to approach the Lusitanian army undetected, the troops have placed pieces of wood in the mouths of their horses to stop them from neighing. (The novel also mentions that they wrapped the horses’ hooves in cloth bags to dull the sound, but I can’t see any sign of this in the manga.)
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When we see Isfan’s horse in Chapter 109, it also has a length of wood in its mouth. (This image and the previous image of his horse are both from the night raid, so it’s definitely an inconsistency. I wonder whether it will be changed for the volume release?)
There’s also the question of whether this actually works, though. I did try to look it up, but the only references to historical horse muzzles/gags to prevent them making noise and giving away an ambush etc featured more basket-like contraptions, which apparently worked by preventing the horse from opening its mouth wide to neigh. I suppose a wooden insert, if pulled back hard enough (and it certainly looks like it is quite uncomfortable; the horses are drooling around it), could have a similar effect?
I’m also assuming this is used in addition to a regular bit which allows for control of the horse (the wooden gag is held in a fixed position and not attached to the reins). Or on second thoughts, maybe it’s impossible to use a bit as well, but either way, the wood does not function as a bit.
...and actually, there’s another inconsistency in the art of these two chapters; in one (1) panel Gurgin is shown with black fingernails, but in every other panel he appears in his nails are pointy but a more normal colour. Am I clinging to that single panel because I headcanon him with black nails? Absolutely.
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valxeren · 3 years
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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐠
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pairing: dilf jean kirstein x female bodied reader
content warnings: MINOR MANGA SPOILERS, smut (17+ only please), alcohol consumption, mentions of pregnancy, mention of bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight masochism, daddy kink, creampie, vaginal fingering
word count: 7.3k
summary: jean’s dream to have a comfy life in the interior came true, and he couldn’t be happier. that is until his dream gets bigger.
notes: this is canon divergence; it takes place after season 3 ends, but season 4 doesn’t happen. there is a time skip though (a bigger one, so like the scouts are in their late 20s maybe?). also i hc that jean is rlly good at cooking??? i cant explain it but i just feel like he is
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the sun shone high above the horizon in paradis. laughter from children playing in the streets could be heard along with the usual bustle of street vendors. horse hooves clacked against the cobblestone roads below.
jean sat on his balcony with a glass of fine liquor in his hand and his body tucked into the soft cushion of a chair. the wind blew in his sandy brown hair as he raised the glass to his lips, letting the liquid tingle his taste buds.
he could get used to this lifestyle.
in fact, he had already gotten quite used to it. the titans had been driven to extinction years ago, and the threat of war no longer loomed over the island of paradis, the place he was glad to call “home.”
after years of brutal fighting, he had decided it was time for a break. one night, he agreed to go out to a bar with the rest of the scouts. although he certainly expected to get wasted, he did not expect to see the love of his life.
jean swears it was love at first sight. the way the dim lights of the tavern glowed on your face instantly caught his attention, and he couldn’t ignore the way your eyes shone. of course, he flirted with you a little bit and he couldn’t help but feel good whenever he made you smile; he said it was enough to power a thousand suns.
you eventually caved in to him. it wasn’t hard; his charming personality (and his good looks) drew you in. you two got close, and soon enough he was down on one knee and sliding a ring onto your finger.
he settled down with you in the center district of mitras, far away from his hometown of trost. sometimes he found himself feeling a little homesick, though he’d never admit it. everything he wanted, everything he dreamed for, was right here.
when your first child was born, jean was overjoyed. you gave him the honor of naming your son; he chose the name “marco” to pay tribute to his late best friend back in the day.
little marco was falling asleep in your arms as you held him. he was tired after a long morning of playing with the toys that queen historia had gifted him. she was more than thrilled to hear that you were having a baby, so she found herself visiting you often during your pregnancy.
you were happy. happy to be with jean, happy to have a kid with him. you don’t know what your life would be like without him by your side at this moment. he stuck with you through thick and thin, and you knew you had each other’s backs.
what you didn’t know is that jean wants more kids. he was perfectly fine with having just one for now, but he loves the idea of you bearing his children. he loves the image of you being pregnant and he loves the thought of having taking care of you, not that he doesn’t already. he loves you so much that he wants to have a bigger family with you.
his dream was coming true. he remembered telling his friends back in the training corps that he was going to live comfortably in the interior, that he was going to have a beautiful wife and many kids. he was almost there; he was just afraid to see how’d you react.
jean’s heart swelled at the sight of you holding your child. with a content sigh leaving his lips, he finished his liquor down to the last drop. the chair creaked as he stood up, and he pulled the glass sliding door to the side.
“how’s my baby?” jean asked once he stepped inside. he slid the door shut behind him and set the empty glass on the counter before walking up to you.
“he’s fine,” you told him. marco snuggled up against your chest and you smiled at him. he looked so much like jean.
“no, i meant you. how are you, darling?” he chuckled and pressed a kiss to your temple. the hair of his beard pricked against your skin, causing you to pull your head back.
“good, as always. it’s such a nice day outside, isn’t it?” you hummed while rocking marco in your arms. the sunlight streaming through the window hit the glass perfectly, refracting the light across the counter and forming a small rainbow.
jean looked down at you and smiled. “it’s perfect.”
he brought one of his long fingers down to marco and fit it in his tiny palm. marco wrapped his hand around it while still sleeping, and jean practically melted.
“why don’t we go put marco down?” jean suggested. you agreed and you walked down the hallway before stopping in front of one of the doors. jean stepped in front of you and pushed the door to marco’s room open.
you walked in and went over to the wooden crib that was placed against the wall. reaching in, you gently placed marco down and draped a thin blanket over his small figure.
“let’s read him a story!” you excitedly whispered. you looked through the many children’s books displayed on the shelf before pulling one out and handing it to jean.
“y/n, he’s already asleep. there’s no point,” he whispered back. as much as he would love to read to his son right now, he had other things in mind.
jean could never get sick of the sight of you taking care of your child. he knew that it tired you out, so he’d help out as much as he could. but the thought of you and him taking care of multiple children at once excited him.
“oh, i guess i’ll read to him alone then,” he could sense a hint of disappointment hidden in your voice, and he felt a little bit guilty. you took the book back and nestled yourself in the rocking chair that was next to the crib. the sound of your soft, sweet voice filled the room as you began reading out loud. it made jean feel all fuzzy inside.
jean retreated back into the kitchen and washed the glass. he set it down on the counter for it to dry, and he wiped his hands on a towel before settling down on the living room couch. he sat with his arms spread on the backrest behind him and his face looking towards the ceiling. there was nowhere else he’d rather be right now.
as counterintuitive as it seemed, sometimes jean actually missed the days he spent in the survey corps. he didn’t officially leave; he’d go back in a heartbeat if the time ever came around. it’s just that he missed the people he formed bonds with over the years.
he began to reminisce about his time in training and with the scouts. his mind wandered around everything from the first mission in trost to the expeditions outside the walls. he smiled to himself, knowing that he no longer had to face any of those terrors anytime soon.
he then started to think of all his comrades—no, his friends. how were connie and sasha doing? he hasn’t talked to them in a while; it’d be in his best interest to go out and see them. he remembered mikasa telling him that she and eren were planning to move to the mountains together, away from the city life. he wondered how that worked out and if they were alright. as for armin… he’s probably still working with hange and captain levi.
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the air had gotten significantly cooler now that the sun was starting to set. jean had gone out again to get some fresh ingredients so he could start making dinner.
he stopped at a stall where a vendor was selling tomatoes. he carefully inspected them, looking for the biggest and reddest ones that would be perfect for his pasta sauce.
after making his selection, jean handed the vendor a couple of coins before placing the tomatoes in his basket. he continued walking down the market street, occasionally stopping to greet the little kids that recognized him as one of “eldia’s heroes” after retaking wall maria.
“oi, jean!” he heard someone call out from behind him. upon seeing who it was, his grin widened and the spark in his eyes reignited.
it was such a coincidence how he happened to run into both connie and sasha at the market. the girl was frantically waving her arms around while running towards jean. she flung her arms around his shoulders, nearly knocking him off of his feet.
“what are you guys doing here?” jean asked in disbelief. he was shocked to see that they traveled all the way from wall rose to the capital.
“we were paying historia a visit! we were gonna come by your place, but it lasted longer than we expected,” sasha explained. she eyed the food that jean had in his basket before looking back up at him.
“we should go out again some day, you know. maybe go back to the bar,” connie proposed while pulling jean into a hug. “we miss seeing you around.”
“i miss you guys, too. everything’s just been so hectic ever since marco was born,” jean sighed. as much as he wanted to continue talking to his friends, he knew he had to return home soon. he pictured you waiting for him back home, wondering what was taking him so long.
“you have to let us see him again,” sasha pleaded. she tugged on the sleeves of jean’s shirt and looked at him with wide eyes.
“after what happened last time? no way,” jean joked. he recalled the one time he let sasha and connie look after marco. he had gone out with you for nearly a whole day, so he had them take care of him while you two were gone.
when you returned, there was baby food smeared all over little marco’s face, and all of his toys were scattered around the living room. jean scolded his two friends and rushed to clean up the mess they made.
“ah well, let us know when you’re planning to have another one,” connie smiled, snapping jean out of his thoughts. “we hope to see you again soon, jean.”
jean engulfed both of them in a giant hug and held onto them tightly. he didn’t want to see them go so soon. it pained him to know that he may not see them again for a while since communication was so limited.
he watched as they turned around and started walking down the street. he kept his eyes on them as their figures became smaller and smaller in the distance until eventually, they disappeared into the crowd.
another one, he thought. hopefully you’d be able to give him another child soon.
the sun was just starting to vanish below the horizon when jean came home. the last gleams of golden light were quickly fading into the darkness. he saw you laying down on the couch, and he greeted you with a kiss.
“what took you so long?” you complained, just as he had expected. you crossed your arms over your chest as he went to the kitchen.
“i bumped into sasha and connie at the market. i thought i’d talk to them for a bit,” he said while taking the produce out of his basket. he turned on the faucet and started to thoroughly rinse them.
“oh. is anything new with them?” you asked. you knew that jean was very close to them, so your irritation slowly dissipated.
jean paused his movements for a second after realizing that he didn’t even get to fully catch up with them. he cursed at himself as he pulled out a cutting board from one of the cabinets. “i didn’t get to ask. connie said to tell them when we have another one, though.”
you faced him and raised a brow in confusion, expecting him to continue speaking. “another… what?”
he finished chopping up the vegetables before setting the knife down and staring at you. his brown eyes pierced through yours with an expression that was almost unreadable.
“another baby.”
oh. neither you nor jean had mentioned wanting more kids. you weren’t opposed to the idea; in fact, the thought has crossed your mind more than once. it was already a hassle to look after marco, so could the both of you really be able to handle another kid.
some part of you was screaming yes, i want to grow my family with jean. you thought about the two of you dealing with your pregnancy again and having to look after two babies. maybe this time, you’d have a little girl to call yours and cradle in your arms.
you weighed out the pros and cons of raising another child; in the end, the pros outweighed the cons. you love jean, and that was no surprise. if he wanted another child with you, you’d be more than happy to make his dream come true.
you watched as jean threw the vegetables into a pot, along with some other ingredients. he got out another pot and filled it with water before putting it on the stove to boil.
“do you want another baby?” you walked up to your husband and wrapped your arms around his waist. he felt the warmth of your body against his and fought the urge to bend you over and take you on the counter.
“of course i do,” he replied with no hesitation. he tried to not come off as too excited, but the opportunity was right there. he shouldn’t feel embarrassed for wanting more kids.
as he was pouring a box of pasta into the boiling water, his mind started to cloud over with the thought of him fucking you real good and filling you up until you begged him to stop. he could practically hear your whimpers and moans in his mind, and it was driving him crazy.
you noticed that his grip on the wooden spoon loosened, so you took it into your own hand and stirred the contents of the pot. the tomatoes were starting to get mushier, and the strong scent floated in the air.
“do you want another baby?” he reflected the question back to you. your touch still lingered on his skin, and he felt like he was on fire.
“yeah, since you want one too,” you shrugged your shoulders. “i’m down.”
he wrapped his hand around your wrist, forcing you to stop the stirring motion of your arm. “this isn’t about what i want, y/n. i’m asking if you want one, regardless of what i think.”
this was one of the many things you love about your husband. he was always so considerate, and he always took into account the thoughts of other people. jean truly cares for everyone he loves, and nothing would be able to change that.
when he met you, there was a newfound sense of overprotectiveness within himself. it was different than the way he was protective of his friends like sasha or even eren. he’d always make sure you were okay; if you weren’t, he’d find a way to cheer you up. all of your problems became his problems; if you had to suffer, then he’d rather suffer with you than leave you to your own devices.
he never once thought for himself whenever it came to matters that concerned the both of you. you would always be on his mind whenever he had to make a tough decision, and he did everything for you out of love.
“i want to have another child with you,” you took your eyes off of the stove and looked up at jean. his once bright eyes were now darkened with lust, though he was glad to hear that you were on the same page as him. maybe his dream wouldn’t be crushed after all.
he was leaning in to kiss you, but the sound of your baby crying in the other room caused him to stop. a little sigh left your lips as jean took the spoon from you so you could see what happened.
down the hallway, you pushed open the door to marco’s room. his tiny hands grabbed onto the railing of the crib while he cried his eyes out.
“shh, it’s okay. mommy’s here,” you cooed as you reached into the crib to lift him into your arms. you soothed a hand down his back and nestled his head into your chest to calm him down. his crying had quieted down, but the occasional sniffle and hiccup was still there.
you walked back into the kitchen with him in your arms and struggled to open the pantry to get some baby food. jean noticed this and stepped away from the stove to help you. he reached up and grabbed one of the many small jars of baby food and handed one to you.
you took it from him before going to put marco in his high chair. he was reaching for the food, so you hurriedly unscrewed the lid and began to feed him.
“dinner will be ready soon, my love,” jean called out to you. outside, you could hear the joyous laughter of the drunkards on the street. ever since the threat of titans was eliminated, the curfew on the island had been lifted. it took a while to get used to all the celebrations you heard late at night and in the early hours of the morning.
you gazed outside the window which offered a nice view of the royal castle. the moon was steadily rising higher into the night sky, and the stars were becoming more visible in the absence of light.
meanwhile, jean finished cooking and began to carefully plate your food. he dropped a pile of the perfectly cooked pasta onto the ceramic dish before pouring a ladle full of the sauce on top. he then called you over to the table as he was setting the plates down, so you took marco out of his chair and let him crawl around the living room.
“what would you like to drink?” he asked as he went over to the wine rack. he pulled out one of the bottles and inspected the label before putting it back and choosing a different one. content with his decision, he returned to the table with the bottle and a glass in hand.
“i’ll just have some water,” you watched as he uncorked the bottle and tipped it over, letting the deep red liquid splash and swirl in the glass. he left the table again to put the wine back and to pour you a glass of water.
there was an explosion of flavors in your mouth as you took your first bite of the meal your husband prepared. the sauce was rich and creamy, and it had a tangy taste.
“this is delicious,” you practically moaned after you swallowed the mouthful of food. you dug your fork into the pasta again and shoveled another bite into your mouth.
you were glad that you married jean. not only because of his loving and caring nature, but also because he proved himself useful around the house. he didn’t sit back and make you do all the work; in fact, he would often make you relax while he did everything. he volunteered to cook a lot, and you didn’t complain. you weren’t necessarily bad at cooking, but everything that jean made just tasted a hundred times better.
“you’ve got a little something here babe,” he swiped a thumb over the corner of his mouth a couple times, telling you where to wipe yourself clean. you took your handkerchief and blotted at your lips before setting it down and continuing to eat.
jean continued to talk to you throughout the meal about anything and everything that came to mind. the conversation topics ranged from things concerning the future of paradis to places he wanted to take you and marco to. it went on long after your plates had been cleared, long after jean had emptied his wine glass.
you stood up and tried to stack his plate atop yours, but he stopped you; he insisted that you should put marco to bed while he washed the dishes and cleaned around the dining table.
you lifted marco into your arms one last time for the night and brought him over to where jean stood at the sink.
“good night, little one,” jean said before pressing a kiss to his son’s forehead. “tomorrow is a new day with you.”
he kissed you as well before you returned to marco’s room. after placing him in the crib, you went to draw his curtains close. the velvety fabric rippled down as you untied the cord that kept them to the side, encasing the room in a blanket of darkness.
“good night, marco. i love you,” you whispered as you peered into his crib one last time. he was already fast asleep, so you quietly crept out of his room. you watched as the sliver of light from the hallway gradually got smaller until the door was completely shut.
jean was finishing up with the dishes, washing the last of the utensils. as he was rinsing them of the soapy suds, you once again wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your head against his back.
“i love you,” you said. no matter how many times you said those three little words to him, they always sent tingles down his spine. he could never get tired of the way it sounded coming out from your lips. it was like his favorite song that he’d play on repeat.
after drying his hands on a towel, he placed his hands on top of yours. “i love you more.”
jean turned around and leaned against the counter. he stared into your eyes as he brought a hand to your chin; his tender touch sent sparks throughout your body. he swore he saw the entire universe and so much more in your irises.
it was one of his favorite things about you. he could spend days lost in your eyes, he loved how expressive they were. he noticed every little detail about them; how they’d gleam he whenever you talked about something you were interested, how they would look dull if you were feeling down, and especially how your pupils would grow wide whenever you admired him. he loved all of it.
his lips finally connected to yours, and you could taste the hint of sweetness of the wine on his lips. his hands found your hips, and he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. although he had just eaten, he was still hungry, this time for you.
it was the kind of hunger that could only be satiated by you. he only craved you, your love, your touch. there was no one else on his mind when it came to these kinds of things, only you.
he pulled away, lightly panting to catch his breath. for the second time that night, his eyes darkened like the sky before a storm. in a way, a storm was brewing within him, but you were prepared for what was coming.
without a word, jean shut off the kitchen lights and pulled you into your moonlit bedroom. he pressed you against the door after shutting it, and captivated you in another kiss.
you slung your arms behind jean’s neck at the same time he squeezed your ass, causing you to openly moan into the kiss and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. his hands traveled further south until they reached the back of your knees.
“jump,” he simply muttered, and you did as you were told. he hoisted you up and carried you over to the bed, setting you down gently as if you were a piece of fine china he was too scared to break. the silk sheets felt cool against your burning skin.
you sat up and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, causing him to crash on top of you. you kissed him with so much passion, and you let your hands wander over the thin fabric of his shirt.
“patience, love,” he chuckled before sitting back up. he started to unbutton his shirt so agonizingly slow, just to tease you. he shrugged his shirt off of his shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the floor and revealing his toned yet scarred torso from years of seemingly endless training and fighting.
jean wasn’t insecure about his body. in fact, he was quite proud to have those healed wounds on his skin. it was a reminder of how he endured the toughest challenges and how he always pushed himself to the limit.
he helped you push the sleeves of your dress off of your shoulders before tugging the whole thing down your body and past your ankles. he discarded it on the floor along with his shirt, and he admired the way you were splayed out on the bed for him.
he felt his cock get harder at the sight of your tits nearly spilling out of your bra. what drove him even crazier was the way your fingertips ghosted over your clothed clit, desperate to feel some friction.
jean pulled you to the edge of the bed and let your legs dangle off of the side. he crouched on the floor beneath you and trailed kisses all the way up to your hips, alternating between both legs.
he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, slowly dragging the damp fabric down your legs. his mouth began to salivate at the sight of you all wet and ready to take him.
“you’re so pretty,” he commented as he traced a finger across your wet folds. your breathing started to get heavier, and he finally inserted a finger into you.
it had been a while since you and jean got this intimate. with the both of you spending most of your time either working or looking after marco, you didn’t get a lot of alone time together. the few times you were alone with him was usually spent resting and cleaning around the house, much like today.
but today was different. jean finally told you that he was ready to have another kid, and you wondered how long he had thought about it. he seemed too eager, almost desperate, when he brought it up in your earlier conversation.
jean had a mission tonight. that mission was to make sure he bred you right, and his driving force was that he wants more kids. nothing was going to steer him away from that path. not now, not anytime soon.
you clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to conceal the moans that escape your mouth. jean slipped in another one of his long fingers, and he curled them upwards, letting them hit that sweet spot inside of you over and over again.
“feels good,” you moaned as you buried a hand in his long hair. he maintained his eye contact as he brought his mouth down to your clit and started sucking on it. again, his facial hair tickled your skin, but this time you didn’t mind. it made you more aroused.
jean would eat you out every night if he could. he loved watching you squirm under him, loved hearing you moan out for only him. what he loved the most was how you tasted. your arousal was sweet on his tongue, and it was yet another thing he could never grow tired of.
he started pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, and the combination of that and his tongue working expertly on your clit made you lightheaded. he knew exactly how to make you feel good. he knew how fast you liked it and all the sweet spots in and out of you.
you moaned out for him again, and he replaced his fingers with his tongue. it slid in and out of you with ease; you could feel your arousal mixed with his saliva dripping down your thighs. you could feel your orgasm approaching; the familiar knot in your stomach was starting to form. it would snap any minute now.
jean lifted his head from between your legs when he felt your thighs clench around him. “keep your legs open, baby,” he instructed before going back to sucking on your clit.
he could tell you were close by the way you gripped his hair a little bit tighter, how your eyes squeezed shut, and how your back was starting to lift up off the bed.
“jean!” you felt your orgasm all throughout your body; it made your legs tingle and your heart beat faster. you were in bliss.
his fingers slowed down inside of you, letting you come down from your high. his hand and chin were entirely soaked with your slick, which also got on the bed sheets. he licked his fingers clean before dipping his head back down to clean up the mess between your thighs.
“it’s gonna be hard, but you have to keep quiet,” he teased as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. he made quick work of undoing his belt; he unbuckled it and slipped it through the loops of his pants with ease.
in the back of his mind, he thought about using it to bind your hands together. he decided against it though; he was in a particularly good mood tonight and he didn’t want to ruin it by not having your hands explore his body.
he dropped it to the floor with a soft thud, then began to unbutton his pants. his dick was unbelievably hard right now, and the way it strained against his boxers was almost painful. he palmed himself through the last layer of fabric before laying flat against the bed.
“can you ride me?” he asked while continuing to palm himself. you nodded your head perhaps a little too eagerly as you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. the straps fell off of your shoulders, and you tugged the whole thing off before tossing it to the side.
you helped him slide his boxers all the way down his long legs before you scooted your body up along his and straddled him. his cock was large, just like everything else about him. the tip was flushed a deep shade of pink and the prominent veins that decorated it lightly pulsed.
jean’s hands softly kneaded your ass as you lifted your hips up. you used the headboard for leverage and brought one hand to the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. you decided to tease him a little and drag the tip through your folds.
“baby…” he groaned as you continued the motion. he could have easily slammed you down on his length, but he wanted to be careful with you. after all, you would be carrying another one of his kids soon.
you lined yourself up again, this time slowly sinking down on his cock. your mouth hung open as you were getting used to the way his girth stretched you. jean was already seeing stars; he was about ready to pass out just from sliding inside of you.
“shiiit, baby. you’re so fucking wet,” he moaned as you stilled your hips against his. you could feel every inch of his cock throbbing against your tight walls.
your hands gripped the headboard as you started to drag yourself up and down him slowly. jean fought to keep his eyes open; he wanted to see the way your pussy gripped him every time you went up.
“my god, you’re so big,” you whined as you struggled to take his size. even after giving birth, you still felt tight as ever to him. he wasn’t complaining though, because everything about you made him feel good, no matter what.
as the pain subsided, you found yourself in ecstasy. jean’s hands rubbed your body, moving from your ass to your breasts. he tweaked your nipples, causing you to yelp out loud.
“shh, you gotta be quiet. don’t wanna wake marco up, or even the neighbors,” jean reprimanded you before he soothed your breasts.
after a while, you started to feel your legs give out. you slowed your movements and brought your hands down from the headboard. you slightly leaned back, pressing your palms against jean’s knees.
“‘m tired,” you mumbled. jean pushed your back down so that your chest was against his. he moaned out at the feeling of your pretty tits against him, and he planted his feet flat against the mattress, allowing him to thrust upwards and into you with more force.
your face contorted in pleasure, and you brought your mouth to jean’s neck. you sucked harshly on his sensitive skin as he started getting rough.
“you said you wanted another baby, yeah? i’m gonna give you another one,” he grunted after a particularly deep thrust. you cried aloud and grasped the sheets. you were afraid they might tear from how your fingers twisted them and how your nails dug into the fabric, but that was the least of your worries.
jean abruptly pulled out, and you audibly whimpered at the loss of pleasure. it didn’t last long, as jean flipped out over so that you were on your back and he crawled over you. he slid into you again, hips stuttering at the pressure he felt, before continuing to fuck into you at the same fast pace. his strong hands held your hips down to keep you in place.
“fuck!” you nearly screamed from how good jean felt. it was as if all of your senses were heightened; you felt so sensitive, and you could hear every little breathy moan that left jean’s lips. without thinking, you dragged your nails up and down his back rather harshly. to your surprise, he moaned even louder.
“yeah, fuck me up, baby. love it when you do that,” he breathed out. your chest heaved, and you dug your nails deeper into his skin.
“feels so good, daddy,” you whined.
something inside of jean snapped after he heard you call him that. he nearly stopped thrusting into you, but it clouded his mind and made him want to fuck you even harder. he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. there was an animalistic look in his eyes; it was as if he was a predator and you were his prey.
jean had you trapped. he spread your legs impossibly wider and kept his hands on your thighs. your legs burned from the stretch, but the pleasure you received was significantly overbearing. you could feel him slide even deeper into you.
“you like when daddy fucks you like this, huh?” he grinded his hips into yours before pulling out and repeating the process. “you wanna give daddy another baby, don’t you?”
“yes, yes, yes. wanna have another baby with you, daddy,” you babbled. his taunting words were turning you on even more, and you could hear the squelching noise from between your legs get louder.
“cum for me, darling. cum on my cock,” he coaxed. the feeling of his tip repeatedly brushing against your cervix sent you over the edge one again. your vision blurred and you saw flashes of white, all the while your body convulsed underneath jean’s grip. your mouth was open, but no words came out and you were afraid that you might draw blood from how hard you dug your nails into his back.
jean was amused. he’s never seen you have an orgasm this intense, and it only fueled his ego. he never stopped or slowed down, and instead he chose to keep fucking you through it.
“i’m gonna fill up your pretty cunt until you’re full of my cum,” he moaned out your name a couple of times. you nearly missed it over the sound of your heavy panting.
your legs felt a thousand times heavier, but jean pulled them up with ease. he let your ankles rest on his broad shoulders, and he threw his head back in pleasure. through your half-lidded eyes, you watched as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he thickly swallowed.
jean’s thrusts started getting sloppy, and you were amazed at how he managed to last this long after fucking you so relentlessly. his grip on your thighs tightened, and he pressed them down so that they were against your chest.
“think you can give me a little girl this time?” you exhaled as he brought his head down next to yours.
that was all jean needed to lose the little self control he had left.
“you want a girl—fuck—this time? no promi—oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck—y/n! n–no promises,” he moaned as he released his hot cum into you. you could feel him filling you up and dripping down your folds as he pulled out.
he was breathing hard; his chest heaved against yours and his breath fanned over your skin. you brought a hand you the back of his neck and played with his hair a little.
“i’m still hard,” he pointed out, breaking the silence that settled in the room. he nuzzled his face into your neck to leave kisses on your neck.
“but daddy–”
“one more time, darling. i know you can do it again. for me?” jean interrupted. you slowly nodded your head as he pushed himself off of you. he rolled over behind you, pressing your back to his chest. “lift your leg.”
you raised your right leg into the air and you felt jean push his tip into you again. your pussy fluttered around his cock shamelessly, still sensitive from your earlier orgasms. he bottomed out easily, with the mixture of his cum and your slick allowing for a smooth entrance.
this time, jean’s thrusts were much slower, and his grip on your thigh wasn’t as harsh. he relished in the feeling of your walls gripping his cock as he dragged it in and out of you.
“daddy,” you drawled out into a moan. one of his hands cupped your breast before smoothing it over your stomach.
“can’t wait until you’re carrying our kid,” jean moaned. he steadily rocked his hips, letting them slap against your ass. he looked down, watching it jiggle whenever they came into contact.
“i’m gonna cum again,” you whimpered. he held your leg up and started thrusting a bit faster. you turned your head back and kissed jean, allowing him to swallow your moans as you came undone for the third and final time that night. jean came right after you; the feeling of you clenching down on his cock was enough for him to spill another load inside you.
“i love you, i love you, i love you y/n,” he whispered against your lips as he pulled out. you shifted positions so that you were flat on your back and your head was buried in the pillows.
jean balanced his weight on one arm as he brought the other hand down to your core. some of his cum was leaking out of your hole, so he stuck a finger in you and slowly pumped it.
“you can’t waste this if you wanna give me another baby,” he chuckled. you would have normally hit him back with a sarcastic comment, but you were entirely too spent and fucked out to form words. “let’s take care of you now, yeah?”
you meekly nodded your head as he got off the bed and left the room. you could hear the faucet running in the bathroom and assumed that jean was preparing a bath for you.
he returned to the bedroom and lifted you off of the bed. he carried you to the bathroom where the scent of lavender filled your senses and put you at ease. jean lowered you to the floor, and you held onto his arm to keep your balance.
jean went into the tub first; he laid his back against the porcelain-enameled steel and gestured for you to sit between his legs. you stepped in and sunk into the scalding water that was also soothing your body.
you relaxed against jean, letting your head fall back on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you stayed in this position before he started rubbing your body to try and ease your muscles.
“i love you,” he whispered into your ear as he pressed his hands against your stomach. “can’t wait for baby number two.”
a calming silence fell upon the both of you. you felt your eyelids getting heavier with each minute that passed, so eventually you got out of the tub with shaky legs. jean followed suit, wrapping a towel around you tightly before drying himself off.
you did your night routine with jean, and he made it a competition to see who could get ready the fastest. he ignored your claim of “hygiene shouldn’t be a competition, jean” and continued doing everything as fast as he could while still making sure he was clean.
when you came back into the bedroom, you couldn’t help but notice how your bed was basically drenched in yours and jean’s cum. you tiredly pulled the bedsheet off of each corner and threw it to the floor. that would be tomorrow’s problem, you thought as you eyed the pile of clothes on the floor as well.
you walked over to your chest drawer and pulled on one of the handles so you could get a nightgown out. you held it up to undo the folds and slipped your arms through the sleeves before pulling it over your head.
jean walked in and saw the sheets on the floor, but he didn’t say anything about it. he got a clean pair of boxers and pants out of the drawer before shutting it and putting them on.
you laid on the bed, and you stretched your arms out at him to tell him you wanted him to lay down with you.
“let me check on marco,” he said, causing you to pout but nod in understanding. he kissed your forehead before he left you alone once again.
he tiptoed down the hallway and twisted the knob to marco’s room. to his surprise, he was grabbing at the railing of the crib and staring at jean with wide eyes.
“hey, buddy! why are you awake?” he said as he pushed the door further open which allowed for more light to fill the room. he walked to the crib and took marco into his arms, lifting him high in the air. “was your mommy being too loud?”
he brought marco down and let him rest his head against his chest. marco brought a small fist up to jean’s hair and started tugging on it.
“heeey, that’s not cool, man. quit it,” he laughed. the vibration of his chest tickled marco, making him squeal. “i gotta get you back to sleep.”
jean spent the next ten or so minutes trying to get his son to settle down, which he eventually did. marco fell asleep in jean’s arms, so he wished him a good night before putting him back in the crib.
upon returning to the bedroom, he noticed that your eyes were already shut. but as if you sensed him walk in, they shot open.
“he’s asleep now?” you asked quietly. jean hummed in response before walking over to you. he placed a kiss on your tummy, and another one on your lips before crawling into bed next to you.
“good night, jean,” you said as he draped an arm over your waist.
“good night, my love,” he replied.
jean subconsciously thanked his younger self for dreaming big. maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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little-spoiled-brat · 2 years
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pairing: levi x reader
cw: slight spoilers for the remaining chapters of the manga, fluff
author's note: i'm still sick and my brain is not working completely but i still wanted to give you guys some content somehow
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- coming home -
"take care. i love you"
those words that never left your mind since the day he left. those words that rang in your ears like it was said yesterday. days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. you were starting to accept the fact that levi would never come back - that he was never gonna come back home.
the walls that confined everyone was long gone, leaving just a clear view of the horizon. it's been nearly six months since the rumbling ended, the years long war that everyone fought for was finally over. you were relieved that the child you carried was going to get the freedom it deserved but you more hoping that it gets to grow up with a father.
you didn't know you were pregnant with levi's child until days after he left. you're seven months into your pregnancy and you found out that you were having a girl. you had everything set up just in case you go into labor by yourself but you still kept your high hopes that levi would be there.
you sat in front of the window, reading a book like you have been for the past few months. one hand resting on your baby bump, caressing gently when she started moving and lighting kicking.
a deep sigh escaped your lips as you closed yet another book that you've finished. you stood up from your chair, supporting the weight of your stomach and heading to the bookshelf to grab another book to start when the sound of horse hooves reached your ears.
a chill ran up your spine, slowly turning around to look though the window - afraid of what you might see. was it levi? has he finally come back home? or was it a soldier delivering you the news that your husband was never coming home?
tears welled up in your eyes when a certain black stallion came through the gate of your home. without thinking, you came bursting out the front door.
a million emotions washed over you when your eyes landed on levi who was getting off of his horse. he opened his arms and you crashed yourself in them, holding him tightly against you.
no words were exchanged, just the two of you holding each other was enough. levi buried his scarred face into your neck, unable to hold his tears back anymore.
an all too familiar pressure inside your stomach made levi pull away from you, mouth gaped in surprise as he looked at you with an unspoken question to which you smiled at him.
"a-are you?" levi asked, seemingly unable to finish the question he was meaning to ask. you glanced down at your swollen tummy and chuckled, reaching for his mangled hand slowly and putting it on top of your stomach.
"seven months. she's a girl" you said with a warm smile and a tear fell down levi's cheek. the child kicked as you said that and you were certain that levi felt her kick.
"brat" levi breathed, unable to believe that you were carrying his child this entire time. he put both of his hands on your stomach to feel her kick even more. you smiled at him, watching him lean down and place a loving kiss on your stomach.
"yeah, levi. that's your daughter" you said, a tear also falling down your cheek. you stood there as levi whispered sweet nothings to your unborn child, his fatherly instincts kicking in as he promised to protect her and you until his dying breath.
levi stood up straight again, keeping a protective hand on your stomach. he cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, your lips dancing together in perfect sync.
"i love you, brat" levi whispered and rested his forehead against yours, keeping you close to him. he leaned down and kissed your stomach with all the love in the world. "i love you too, smaller brat"
you smiled at him, pressing another soft kiss on his lips before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. you sighed contentedly, savoring the warmth your husband gave that you've longed for months. you were thankful that he survived that he will get the chance to meet his daughter and get the family he wished for.
"welcome home, levi"
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lrissa · 3 years
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trouble
summary: you never feared of levi getting hurt, until he did
warning: descriptions of violence, gore, angst
Cold, wet rain soaked through your jacket. The never ending crying from the sky leaving it’s wrath on the grassy ground below. Riding alongside Hange but with Floch’s crew you were out looking for Levi and that monkey bastard. Clinks from the horse’s hooves against the stone engraved bridge filled the silence.
Raising a hand you wiped the fresh drops of rain off your cheek and scanned the surroundings. It was odd of Levi to not return, assuming the worst you swallowed the pit in your stomach and pursued forwards.
From a distance, an echo from a bomb crossed your ears. Your head whipped to the explosion with widened eyes, although, you couldn’t see any damage from your position.
“What was that...?” Floch asks
“Maybe lighting?” Responds a cadet
Taking the reigns of your horse you turned to the sound, “That was a thunder spear.” You corrected and gazed at Hange, you could tell she was thinking of a possible explanation.
“If we head to the sound we can find something.” A cadet proposed, its horse walking beside yours and Hange’s. Hange tore their gaze from the explosion and looked between the two of you before nodding their head in agreement.
You were quick to respond and smacked the reigns, the horse beginning it’s gallop to the sound.
Before long Hange rode up beside your horse in sync, pulling their hood down a bit before sparing you a look. “Y/N, there is a possibility it could be Levi—“
Shaking your head you cut them off, “I know, I know... That’s why we need to get there.” You replied in a hushed tone, lowering your head away from them. Your care and concern for Levi never went unnoticed by Hange.
“Of course, we’ll get there.” They nodded and gave you a small grin, you returned the gesture with a tiny smile.
Not before long, the group of cadets came across a cart and two mutilated horses. The horses appeared to have suffered a sad fate. Wood planks and sharp stakes were sunk into their skin with blood and dirt coating their fur. Surrounding the site were other pieces of the broken cart and parts of legs and arms littered with pools of blood.
“Wh— What... happened here!?” Floch asked aloud
Ahead there was a titan laying on its stomach, steam oozing from its body into the air. You gripped the reigns and pulled back, halting the horse from advancing.
“Be careful! Titan ahead!”
“There’s body parts everywhere!”
That made your blood run cold, where was Levi? Was he okay? Was that his leg?
“Commander Hange! L/N! You need to stay still!” Ordered a cadet
Eyes surveying the land by the river you came across a green coat with the survey corps emblem, orders went to the wind and you smacked the reigns. Galloping over before jumping off, nearly slipping from the wet grass. “Man Down!”
You slid to your knees beside the body, bringing it to your lap for support. Gently, you placed a hand behind its head and tilted it forwards. The haircut was strikingly familiar to Levi’s, fear clutched your chest as you shakily revealed the identity.
“...Levi..?”
He had small pieces of wood stuck in his cheeks and temple. Blood and soot stained his face and streamed down his pale face. There was an obvious cut reaching from his forehead to his chin, dirt was deep into the wound, likely to be infected soon. He was in such horrible condition, your fingers shook as they rubbed across his rain-soaked cheek to collect filth.
Your other hand went to find a pulse, biting down onto your lip to stop the cry trembling on your lips. Thankfully, there was a faint pulse.
Tenderly you brought him to your chest, clutching onto him with shaky arms. Grief and relief flourished inside your chest, strangling your heart causing a constant sinking feeling.
“Levi... don’t leave me yet.” You muttered into his hair, placing a soft kiss on top of his head. Tears stung behind your eyes, desperately wanting to fall.
Soon the rest came from behind, Hange crouched down beside you and set a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it to calm you down.
“I don’t know what happened here, but... we got lucky. Our biggest threat covered in his own blood.”
Your eyes tightly shut and tightened your hold on the faint man clutched to your chest.
“I’ll send a shot through his head.” A cadet spoke, hoisting a shotgun up and cocking it.
Hange clenched their jaw and shook their head, “He’s Dead.”
“I saw something similar in a training accident. His organs are in even worse shape than how he looks. He died immediately.”
Floch stared down at the three, shifting the gun in his grip as if it was a warning.
“I know how to take a pulse. Let me see him.” He commanded
You held onto Levi tighter, no movement from your end. Floch sighed and began to walk forwards to rip him away from you.
“Floch! Somethings strange about that titan!” A cadet yelled
You looked up and at the titan, steam was being sucked into it at an alarming speed. The sky above seemed to clear as it continued to steal the steam from the air.
“Is it disappearing?! Did it die?” Floch wondered aloud
“No...” Whispered Hange “They don’t normally suck steam into themselves when they disappear.”
A laying figure began to stand, its skin was pale and almost perfect. There were no scars, cuts, or blemishes anywhere to be seen.
You saw the hint of blonde hair and let out a soft gasp, of course Zeke is alive, and completely naked.
Your eyes widened in fear and Hange looked back at you, tilting her head to the river. You nodded subtly and tightened your grip on Levi.
Hange jumped in and you shortly after with Levi. Cold water met your skin like a hard painful slap to the face. You heard loud shouts from afar but they were distant now. Floating to the surface you let out a deep breath, gasping for air and instantly looking to Levi.
A hand grabbed your arm and you gasped, head snapping to the owner.
“Hange..” You choked out, water still lingering in your lungs. They gave you a weak grin and helped you heave Levi out before grabbing your hand and lifting you from the water.
“Come on, they’re close. Find something to cover his face.” You nodded and looped your arms under Levi’s arms. Using your strength to hoist him up and into the forest, for being short he was considerably heavy.
Setting him on the ground gently your eyes glazed over his face. You felt tears re-emerge, ignoring them you took out the wood pieces stuck in his face. Planting a hand to his cheek you rubbed your thumb softly, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“I know you’re there, Levi.” Leaning down you planted a tender kiss to his forehead, slowly pulling away and undoing the coat around his neck. Instead wrapping it around his head and tying a knot to secure it.
You heard a gunshot and shot up, stumbling to the edge of the forest were Hange was. They held a rifle, lining it up at the advancing person and shooting. Hange lowered the gun and wiped something from their cheek.
“Hange,” You walked to them and planted a hand on their shoulder, giving it a squeeze of reassurance to lighten their mood. “Levi will be fine, he’s not one to die so easily.” You spoke softly, attempting to calm them and yourself.
Hange nodded, “And surely not by the monkey.”
Walking back to Levi you stood on either side of him. “Levi.. There’s no one pursuing us now.” Hange sighed.
The two of you trudge, carrying Levi between the two of you until you found an abandoned camp. Levi was laying on a white sheet as Hange worked on disinfecting and stitching the deep wound across his face. You sat on the other end of the bed, your knees brought close to your chest for comfort.
Hange was speaking but you reached out and looked under the thin sheet to find Levi’s hand, grabbing it with gentleness and holding it.
Hours passed and you were still sat beside Levi, clutching his hand while Hange was ahead assembling a broken cart.
Then suddenly, you were sitting in sand. Your eyes shot open and around you was nothing but small sand hills and behind you a bright blue almost resembling a lighting strike that stretched to the sky and broke apart like veins.
And you were back to normal just as fast, blinking you hadn’t noticed the weight lifted from your hand and Hange yelling something.
“The beast.... that piece of shit.. where is he?”
“Levi!” You spoke loudly, he lightly cringed at your vocalness, whispering a soft apology before grabbing his shoulder and easing him back down onto the sheets. “Don’t get up.”
“Zeke left to the Shiganshina district with the Yeagerists, half a day has passed.... What happened?” Hange questions
“I screwed up. I wasn’t able to... figure out that he was ready to die.. I let him, get away again.” Levi explained before shutting his eyes and resting his head on the pillow, bringing his injured hand up that was missing his pointer and middle fingers.
“I know you want revenge, but for now...” You started
“If we keep running and hiding what will that get us?” Levi retorts
Hange and you remain silent as he sighs.
“Hange, I know you’re not able to stay out of the action” Levi comments as he peels his eyes open again.
“Yeah, that’s right. I cant.”
She gets up at that and returns to the cart, grabbing the hammer and nailing in a new screw.
It was silent between you and Levi, his eyes shifted to the sky then to you. Mindlessly noting the drowsiness glazing your eyes and circles under your eyes.
“Y/N, you worry about me too much.” Levi comments. Your head turns to him in surprise, “What do you mean?” Levi sighs “It doesn’t take an idiot to notice you haven’t slept.” “Oh.”
You look away from him, shaking your head. “I wanted to be there when you woke.”
Levi tore his gaze from you and let his eyelids close. You let out a breath of air and leaned over Levi, giving him a delicate kiss on his bandaged forehead before standing.
“Get some rest Levi.”
“Come back.”
You halted in your exit and began to retrace your steps back to him, towering above him as he looked up at you expectantly.
“Lay down.” He ordered and you stared back at him, hesitantly you lowered yourself to the ground and crouched there for a moment. You were testing his boundaries, unsure if he’d yell at you to scoot away from him.
He was beginning to become impatient, grabbing your wrist and tugging you closer to him. You were shoulder to shoulder with him, releasing your wrist he let his eyes shut once again. An intense feeling bloomed in your chest, blush creeping up to your features.
“It’s cold out here and four eyes didn’t give me very comfortable sheets.”
“I see, goodnight Levi.”
lol i haven’t wrote in forever i’m sorry this was bad
also new theme sort of
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toxicityriot · 3 years
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Shishigumi Family AU Drabble:
Summary: Ibuki is up late at night, trying to wrap his head around the recent events of his (formerly) missing boss. Louis is awake too dealing with his own struggles and the lion comes to grip that he doesn't just see the young and stubborn buck as his boss or friend but as something more: family
Disclaimer: I've only seen the anime once and skimmed a few random manga pages to try and learn about characters (currently making slow progress on reading the whole thing online). I'm sorry if I butchered personalities and/or backstories in canon so I guess anything messed up would just be part of the AU lol.
Things were beginning to look like they were heading in the right direction. It only took about two months for things to start moving slow once more. Tensions have fallen and eased back into the normal casual lifestyle of the Shishigumi-or whatever the ‘norm’ for a ragtag group of lions keeping a rather taboo location in check. It was their norm anyway and they frankly did not care if anyone thought different. 
Despite the feeling of calmness washing over the rundown tower of a mansion, Ibuki could sense the underlying troubles that shook the members of the Pride down to its foundations. Even though the future was looking pretty good as of now, it had only just started to calm down after a rather devastating event that had even him sick to his stomach. He did not allow this feeling to really present itself publicly but he was still a bit shaken from the events that had unfolded a couple of months ago. 
It had started when the Shishigumi boss had run off, ordering his lion followers to stay behind. That it was his duty to help a friend. Normally, the lions would not care to meddle with high school drama or fighting students but with one of their own running straight into the snarling jaws of carnivores, it had them all worried. Ibuki could recall the sheer power and determination that blazed like orange flames in his boss’ copper colored eyes, mingled with the heavy scent of fear that radiated off his body like a furnace. A few of the lions almost broke their ‘promise’ to try and give their boss bacup after hearing about what this fight was about. But in the end, it was not their fight and they respected their boss too much to go against his orders. 
It had been a nerve wracking waiting game as the sun had slowly risen over the streets of the Market. They patiently waited for a sign. 
No calls, no texts, no check ins, and not a single letter. 
The Shishigumi boss had gone off the radar. Being an herbivore thrusting himself into a fight between two apex predators and had not returned, hope was slowly fading. By night three, the lions began to schedule patrols to keep an eye out for their horned friend, just in case. They kept their eyes and ears open in the market as well tracking any shipments of deer meat in the market just in case. 
By the end of the second week, there was still no sign of their missing boss and Ibuki had taken the role as the new leader of the Pride. It was heavily suspected that their friend had gotten too close to the deadly fight and had been devoured. It sickened Ibuki. He had grown fond of the deer and it devastated him to think of the outcome of that fight. 
Ibuki removed his glasses from his face with a sigh. It had only been about a week since Louis’ return and reassignment as boss once more. He could tell that whatever happened at that fight was troubling the boy. He never spoke of the full story in detail and that was his choice. He would respect that. The others did as well when they haute their poking and prodding but Ibuki had noticed that their were more changes to the former high school student than just physical. He noticed that he had slowly started to take better care of himself and was a lot more open on his thoughts and feelings than before. Even though these changes were not necessarily bad, it still left him in questions as to why. Louis had even halted his newfound carnivorous diet in favor of the much healthier greens he was supposed to be eating and gained a couple of pounds back in the process. He was still poorly underweight and underdeveloped for his age and species but Ibuki was proud to see the small glimmers of improvement in the field of self care. 
Small tap like thuds drew the old lion out of his thoughts as he redirected his attention to the flight of stairs. He had been so lost in his own head that he failed to realize that Louis was almost at the bottom of the staircase. He watched calmly as the deer slowly inched his way down, step by step with a hand on the wall for support, occasionally whispering small mutters to himself. Quite possibly cursing the terrible night vision he had as an herbivore. It was also good to see that Louis did not seem on edge at this hour of night as he seemed to have full trust in the Pride to not attack him when he was basically blind. A louder tap and a metallic thump let the deer know that he had made it safely down the stairs and with a flick of an ear, he adjusted his loosely fitted white shirt. Ibuki decided to make his presence known as he slowly strode towards the deer, making sure his footsteps were not light so as to not startle him. Wide unseeing copper eyes looked up and his head turned to the general direction of the footsteps. “Hey,” he greeted softly. 
Ibuki noticed the tiredness in the young buck’s voice and gave a small nod of his head. “Louis,” he returned the greeting warmly. “What are you doing up? With all due respect, i thought you would be asleep.”
Louis strugged a shoulder, not caring that the hem of the shirt has slipped over his shoulder. The lion could see the small white spots dotting the brown fur. He frowned slightly. He had only seen the fawn spots once before. Being brought up in the Market did its damage on the boy in more ways than one. “Couldn't sleep.” Louis slowly limped towards the kitchen, keeping one hand slightly away from his body to feel around his surroundings. “I could ask you the same thing.” The lion followed, impressed by the boy’s navigation skills. Even though he was relying on the sense of touch and his memory of the mansion’s layout, he seemed to be doing quite well in the dark. 
Being an herbivore living with a group of lions certainly had some of its perks. 
Ibuki observed the way Louis tended to keep most of his weight into his left leg with each step, putting only a small amount of pressure onto his prosthetic while he limped. He could tell the deer was trying to hide the limp but his efforts were not working well. He hung back a bit as he opened the fridge, squinting his eyes a bit to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness that flooded the kitchen with a white glow, just standing there as if debating what his next move would be. The lion glanced down and noted how his left leg hovered about an inch from the ground and how he gripped onto the fridge for support. His ears twitched and his tail swayed slowly. "Does it hurt, boss?"
Louis did not reply. In fact, he made no indication that he heard the question but it seemed to snap him out of his trance when he grabbed a bottle of water. He closed the fridge and leaned his back against the door, twisting the cap off and taking a drink. Ibuki wondered if he hit a nerve. 
"Yeah." Louis responded after another sip. He sighed and looked down, slowly moving his right leg as if observing it. "Sometimes it's like I can still feel my hooves on the ground. Sometimes it burns. Sometimes its just numb. Sometimes it's a little bit of all." Pushing himself off the fridge, he screwed the lid back on the now empty bottle and placed it back in the fridge in a drawer that held his own personal food items and drinks. "I try not to think about it too often. Thinking about it only makes the pain worse." 
There was a long silence that fell between carnivore and herbivore. Ibuki, just standing near the doorway of the kitchen and Louis, leaning against the fridge with his head down, antlers making soft scraping noises as they accidentally brushed against the fridge door. He could see the boy's ears were drooping, his tail low, and his eyes nearly closed with a sorrowful expression on his face. So many thoughts must be lurking in his head, so many questions about life in general. It was one of the many things that had changed since Louis’ return. He seemed to be more readable than ever yet so unpredictable. In fact, he was always unpredictable, especially from the start when he took the first bite of meat at the table, asserting his growing authority over the lions who had watched his every move with wonder and some disbelief. 
Ibuki ran his hand through his mane as Louis straightened himself a bit. The deer came closer, keeping his eyes downcasted as he seemed to follow the sound of the lion’s breath. Ibuki watched with concern that melted into confusion as Louis hesitantly leaned his head against his chest, careful not to accidentally impale him with the sharp ends of his antlers. He stood there, immensely unsure about the gesture. It wasn't until Louis’ smaller arms held onto him that he realized he was seeking comfort from whatever was plaguing his brain. Inuki slowly lowered himself to kneel on his knees to reduce the massive height difference and returned the embrace gently, hoping that his act of affection and care would sooth the boy. It was just another thing that made its way onto the unpredictable things to come from the smaller animal. Hell, he never would've thought that he even liked hugs but this interaction proved him wrong, 
“I'm sorry,” Louis had whispered as he moved his head to rest his chin on Ibuki’s shoulder. “I was harsh on you guys. All you wanted to do was help and I turned your offers down. I should have let told you that i was still alive and-”
“With all due respect boss, i'm going to stop you right there.” Ibuki gently pulled Louis off on him and laid his hands on his shoulders, a soft look from his eyes even if he couldn't see it. “You don't need to apologize for anything. You were loyal to your wolf friend and helped him out when things got ugly. You put the ones you cared about first before your own needs and that says something about a person.” The lion smiled, gently scratching the fur behind the deer’s left ear. “You might have antlers instead of a mane, hooves for claws, and flat teeth in place of fangs but you damn well have the heart and soul of a lion. I dont think ive ever heard or witnessed another herbivore like yourself doing what you did back there. I know you made a remark about me not being your father but Louis...im proud of you, as if…” he trailed off, studying Louis' expression for a sign to continue. He could not see any negative thoughts or maybe even a furrowed brow of disgust. Hell, if anything, his expression was completely unreadable. 
He could not bring himself to say it, at least not yet. He just simply gave a small nod and a smile. “All that I'm trying to say is that I'm glad to have you back with us, Louis. You're always welcome here as our Boss, friend, and a part of our family.” Ibuki slowly raised himself back to his feet, giving Louis a playful rub between his antlers. “It was nice talking with you, son,” he added. He saw Louis’ ears perk up straight at the nickname. “ I'll let you get back to whatever you were wanting to do. I'll see you in the morning. Try not to stay up too late. You need your sleep.” As Ibuki made his way out of the kitchen, he could still feel the deer’s eyes on his back, following the movement of his departure as he made his way up the stairs for the night.
    Night had fallen and the morning had come. Ibuki was greeted to a rokous in the dubbed ‘recreational room’ as he watched the lions chat amongst themselves as they played a video game. He could pick out Agata and Free sitting on the floor in front of the television, Dope behind Free, Dolph a few steps away, Hino and Jinma watching every now and then as they spoke about their own thing, and Sabu crouched near Dope. Between Free and Agata sat Louis, the three of them going head to head in a heated game of Claws Of Duty on the TV. Ibuki did not exactly have the same interest in the video game but he took amusement in the younger members competing on who can score the most kills or who slaughters who first. He faintly heard Dope exclaim “kick his ass, boss” just before one of the sections of the screen displayed a kill animation for a round of bullets to an avatar's head, followed by Free’s groan of defeat in his loss and Agata’s laugh before he looped an arm around Louis’ neck in a celebratory semi embrace. 
    The eldest of the lions smiled. Things were indeed looking good for the Shishigumi, the band of mischievous lions and a theater performer of a young buck. He could not ask for anything better. 
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In Your Memories ❅ Part 2
**Contains spoilers if you haven’t read the manga**
Note: I do not own any of the plot and characters of Attack on Titan, they belong to their respectful owner(s). 
Warning: Swearing, death, suicide 
“y/n? Hey? What’s wrong?” Abe shouts over the loud hooves digging in the ground as they ventured further to headquarters. 
Something doesn’t feel right, it feels like something is trying to claw their way out from y/n’s body. A sharp electricity suddenly jolted her, pulsing. The tingling sensation sorted numbed her grip of the reigns.
“Y/n? say something!” Abe shouts again, a look of worry and fear plastered on his face. They both slowed down until they came to a stop, the good thing was that they could see the city at the end of the horizon, just a bit more then they’ll make it. 
“Are you sick or something? We need to keep going.” he leads his horse infront of her, to get a good look at a wide-eyed y/n. 
Then it stopped, as if it never happened. 
“Did you feel anything?” Y/n questions, looking at her hands as if she’s trying to look for something before turning her gaze towards Abe. 
“What’re you talking about? If you’re not feeling well then just ride behind me. Give me your reigns, c’mon.” Abe stretched his hand out, placed himself at her side. 
Y/n cleared her throat, still couldn’t believe what she had felt. Something abnormal. She looked back, where they came from. Wondering if something happened to Levi and the others, did Zeke did something?
At the camp, the soldiers who turned into titans scrambled to get a taste of their Captain who was flying off with his ODM gear to avoid them. 
Zeke started to taunt him, making him hesitate to slay his own soldiers. Levi couldn’t help but feel a bit of remorse, watching the similar faces trying to kill him. 
Then he thought of the wine, the wine from Marley. The soldiers insisted in consuming them but Levi was disinterested, so was y/n. But one of them shoved a cup of it, just half-full to y/n. She declined at first but they still insisted, she was drinking tea with Levi. 
The soldier- holding the cup- grinned, pouring a bit of the wine to her tea and ran off. She grumbled at first, but then again- it was only a bit of wine. The flavor of the tea would’ve covered the taste of it. 
“I’m fine now, we should go. We’re close,” Y/n huffed, galloping faster. 
They at last arrived at the border of the Shiganshina District, by the entrance were five more scouts with rifles on their back. As they saw y/n and Abe approached- they took their rifles in hand but didn’t fire at them. 
“I need to speak to Commander Hanji,” y/n stated when they were close, her voice filled with urgency.
“Aren’t you under Levi’s squad?” One of the soldiers asks, trying to confirm his suspicion. 
“Yes, he is with Zeke at the moment. Now where is Commander Hanji?” y/n started to lead the horse in but the rest of the soldiers blocked their path. 
“Move, this is urgent.” y/n made her voice a bit louder and more firm. Staring down at the soldiers blocking their path. 
The solider who spoke to her aimed his rifle at her. 
“I suggest you come down on your own or a bullet will,” he says, bobbing his head to the ground. 
“What is wrong with you? you’re a scout!” y/n snaps, her brown furrowing as she gritted her teeth.
“Plans have been changed, now I won’t say it again. Get down.” he placed a index finger on the trigger.
Y/n contemplated, she didn’t want to risk it. She still needed to give Levi’s message to Hanji. 
“You’re all traitors!” Abe suddenly bellowed, hopping from his horse and started attacking the other soldiers. They didn’t have much time to react, they use their rifles to shield themselves as Abe grabbed a hold of it, headbutting him until he loosened his grip. Abe snatched the rifle away and shot 2 soldiers, wounding them on the chest and stomach.
“Abe!” y/n shouts, watching the soldier next to her aim his rifle at Abe, she jumped off her horse and landed at him. But he already pulled the trigger, the bullet landed on Abe’s lower back. The rest of the other soldiers left didn’t hesitate to put another one in his head. 
Filled with rage and disbelief, she let it all out at the man beneath her. Her knuckles started to bruise as she kept on damaging his face. She grunted when she was pulled off by the other two, one holding her hands down behind her back. 
The soldier whom she beat up- staggered. Trying to stand with his vision full of red.
“Take this bitch to the others,” he spits out blood.
y/n was dragged away, she looked back at Abe’s limp body- a pool of blood started to gush out on the ground. 
Both of them dragged y/n underground, where the cells are. After passing by some cells, the soldiers stopped in their tracks and y/n was surprise to find Jean and the others all locked up. 
When the others saw y/n, some of them stood up from the bench and approached the bars. 
“Y/n? What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Captain?” Jean questions, wrapping his hands on the steel cold bars. 
“Back off.” One of the soldiers lets go of y/n, pointing his rifle towards Jean and Mikasa who were the ones close to the cell door. 
Jean threw him glare but complied nonetheless, the solider opened the lock of the cell door as the other threw y/n and closing the cell door quickly. 
They all rushed to y/n, concern on their faces. Armin helps her up and notices the blood on her uniform and her bruised knuckles.
“Are you okay? did something happen?” Armin asks, leading y/n to the bench to let her sit.
“Levi sent me here with another scout, he wanted me to give this to Commander Hanji.” y/n holds the crisp envelope on her shaking hands. 
“Commander Hanji is being held hostage by Floche and other Yaegerist Factions. They’re following under Eren’s orders,” Armin explains 
y/n tucked the envelope away again and buried her face on her hands, she couldn’t believe how the tables have been turned. But she was also worried at Mikasa and Armin, considering they were closest to Eren. 
The ceiling shook, surprising the people in the cell. Loud screams can be heard outside, the shouts of Titans boomed. Puffs of dust came out from the walls around them, bombs and other heavy machinery kept on firing off. 
“Onyakopon? What’s happening out there?” Jean asks hasitly, as Onyakopon tried to open the cell gate with a set of keys.
“The Marleyan army attacked from the sky with their blimps! Approximately 500 soldiers got attacked by the Armor, The Jaw and the Cart Simultaneously! Eren is facing them alone!” Onyakopon explains, finally opening the cell gate. 
The looks on their faces looked baffled, but once y/n heard Reiner’s titan- she couldn’t help but feel relieved that Reiner was on their side, but also worried that he was fighting with Eren again. The last time she saw Reiner and Eren fight ended him being critically injured and weak.
Connie suddenly pushes Onyakopon to the wall, looking pissed. The others surrounded them, trying to pull Connie off of him. 
“Enough! I’ve had enough being betrayed!! By Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Eren!!! I’m fucking done with this shit!” Connie yells, tears started to stream down his cheeks.
Armin holds Connie’s wrist, attempting to calm him down.
“Let’s hear him out,” Armins says. 
Connie releases his grip on Onyakopon, letting him fall to the ground as he gasps for breath. 
“I...really did not know about the wine or the euthanasia plan..” Onyakopon says, his eyes filled with shame and regret. 
At the mention of wine, y/n ears perked up. She stood from the bench and approaced Onyakopon.
“What do you mean.. the wine?” she asks, her heartbeat started to raise. 
“The wine has been contaminated by Zeke’s spinal fluid, anyone who consumed it even just a small amount- Zeke can trigger them to turn into Titans under his will, unless they’re out of Zeke’s range.” Onyakopon answers, looking at a shocked y/n. 
“y/n, what’s wrong?” Mikasa placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. 
“... I drank some of that wine... someone sent us a crate of it at the camp, the other soldiers drank it but Levi didn’t. I wasn’t suppose to but it was placed in my tea...” y/n couldn’t believe it, she drank Zeke’s spinal fluid. It all clicked on her when she felt the numbness when she and Abe were close to HQ, something happened to Captain Levi.
“You gotta be kidding me, no... not you too y/n,” Connie trembles, Armin looked scared whilst Mikasa and Jean couldn’t believe it. They couldn’t take another loss, not after Sasha...
Y/n felt lost, there’s no other choice... there’s no escaping this. Not unless, Zeke is dead, before he could trigger the transformation. But when will happen? he must be here right now. She’ll transform into a titan anytime, even right now in this tight space- she could kill them all. 
Reiner. 
She started to think about him now, she doesn’t care about his betrayal anymore. She wanted to see him and talk to him just for a little while, a proper goodbye. 
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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14
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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 14
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“Tt. I will cut that stupid harlot into pieces.” Damian scowled. He, Allegra, Claude, Jon, Felix, Marinette, and Chloé sat at one of the prime tables in the cafeteria. His wife just finished telling them what happened after the initiation meeting.
“Maybe we don’t immediately jump to murder?” Claude suggested.
“I agree. We don’t have a place to hide a body yet.” Chloé supplied. 
“That’s not what… nevermind.” Allegra sighed. 
“Dami! I appreciate the thought, but maybe keep it as plan Z?”
“Plan Z is where I need more than one body bag.” He grumbled but nodded. “But we can postpone it.”
“Okay. Let’s act rationally and focus on prevention. Teachers will be useless.” Felix chose to act as the voice of reason.
“I really hoped it would be different than Paris…” Marinette moaned.
“It is. If they actually catch her, she will be expelled. But you’re not exactly the headmaster’s favorite person while Erica seems to be held high by him. We would need a solid proof and she is cunning.” Claude explained. 
“Remember Lucy Hunt?” Allegra asked. “She did something to attract Erica’s wrath and she had to move to Metropolis after she had a mental breakdown. Nothing was ever proven and to the naked eye it would look like a series of coincidences.”
“So she is smarter than Lila?” The shorter Parisian asked, worried about what was to come.
“Nah. She just knows how to talk with the right people.” Claude dismissed. 
“First order of business would be to ensure she has nothing real to hurt you with.” Felix started. 
Damian and Marinette shared a worried gaze before the boy spoke. “The site is foolproof. Drake made sure to use some of the best technology we have to protect it. Not even a super AI can hack it.” He subtly nodded his head to where Max and Markov ate. Kim and Alix were with them. The skater girl looked really upset. “Same with social media. Short of an alien invasion or if someone physically broke into where we hid the servers, you’re safe on that front.” 
It clearly took a lot of weight from her shoulders. 
“Okay, now onto blackmail?”
“Tt. That’s not something to discuss where we can be overheard.” Damian quickly shut that topic down. 
“Right. Sorry.” Jon rubbed the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry, Kent. I’m covering that front.” Chloé smirked. 
“That’s great…” Claude started, but then pointed toward another table, with quite a lot of people. “Is that Erica… and you said that Sausage Hair was Layla Bossi?”
“Lila Rossi,” Chloé corrected him. “But I like Lie-la Bossi better now.”
“They seem… friendly..” Jon commented when the two girls hugged.
“I would actually expect them to be rivals, given that both want Damian,” Allegra noted. 
“Are they… crying?” Marinette asked.
“Crocodile tears.” Felix glared at them. “They are up to something. I don’t…” He never got to finish, because a purple butterfly descended from the ceiling and landed on Erica’s ring. The corrupted energy surrounded her momentarily and when it died out, her whole appearance was changed.
She now wore a black one-piece cheerleader uniform, similar to what GA cheerleaders wore, except it was black with red lines and not lilac with a white finish. On her chest, there was, in a jagged script, written ‘Gargoyle’. Her face was now in a light shade of red, with tear stains permanently etched on her cheeks. Her eyes were entirely white. Her blonde hair was turned into a messy mane and two horns stood proudly on her forehead. Her lower legs turned into that of a goat, complete with hooves. She was now holding a whip in one hand and a burning pompon in the other. Small wings were folded on her back.
“A succubus! +10 to charisma and +5 to strength!” A small Asian girl shouted from the nearby table.
“I am Weeping Gargoyle!” The Akuma spoke. “I’ve been used by the one I held dear and now I’m going to get what I was denied. But first,” the creature turned to Marinette and her friends. “You! I’m going to deal with you!” 
“Frick frack I lost me…” Claude started some rhymed joke, but a fireball sailing toward them shut him up. 
Thinking quickly, Marinette flipped over the table to use it as an impromptu cover. Damian kicked the ground and a sword popped from next to his chair. Nobody had time to question how he hid it there because everyone scattered. There was nowhere to transform in all the havoc.
“What’s going on here?” Headmaster Hammer walked through the front doors to the cafeteria to see a demonic cheerleader tossing flaming pompons that exploded. “Teenagers.” He growled. From under his cloak, he drew a saber and took a battle stance. “Fiend!” He rushed at her. The whip slashed at him, but the headmaster deflected it with an incredible show of swordsmanship. This created an opening for Damian to charge from the other side. He managed to dodge the flaming ball and slice at her hand. At the last moment, the wing shielded the Akuma and his blade bounced off without leaving the slightest cut. The headmaster was met with the same fate. 
“Stupid men!” The Akuma shouted. A ring of fire exploded from her, pushing and burning both of the attackers. 
“Run.” Headmaster snapped at Damian. “I’ll hold her off.” 
“Tt. You’re old. Get to safety.” The boy snapped back.
“You’re so getting detention for this!” Hammer scowled as the two dodged their separate ways.
“Hey! The tryouts are in the gym!” A voice spoke from a hole in the roof. A spotted heroine leaped from the hole while throwing a yo-yo at the Akuma. The cheerleader shielded with her wings before flapping them and lifting from the ground. 
“You’re not who I want! I’ll get your miraculous later!” She flew through the same hole the heroine entered through. The whole cafeteria was now on fire. Ladybug met Damian’s gaze for a moment before grabbing the headmaster and jumping outside. He was in bad condition from all the smoke. 
She laid him on the ground to make sure he was okay. He coughed several times before the professor was able to speak correctly. “What about the brat!”
“I’m going in now.”
“No need.” Black Cat appeared next to them. “I got him out. We’re lucky the main doors were still working because the rooftop fell apart after I entered.” 
“Cat! The Akuma will be on her ring. It was what created all the fire.”
“Tt. Let’s go.” The two jumped away from the headmaster, who hid a small smile.
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Three girls and two boys snuck around the campus. Most of the students were already evacuated, but they managed to stay undetected and remain in the action area.
“I still think we shouldn’t go after a supervillain.” Kyle tried, but Maps made a gesture that told him to stop speaking.
“Sh! I’m telling you, it was Erica. A butterfly landed on her and she suddenly transformed into that monster.”
“I read about it. It was a demon. The Lord of Butterflies sent it to take her over. If we aren’t careful, it will turn all of us into that monster.”
“Olivia? You’ve got the crossbow?”
“Please. Demon? Lord of Butterflies?” Colton criticized. “Are you sure it wasn’t just some manga?”
“Shut up! How else would you explain what happened to Erica?” Pomeline asked. “It’s obviously dark magic.”
“Okay. Assuming it is dark magic, how are we supposed to protect ourselves? I’m pretty sure I don’t have tinfoil hats on me.”
“Fool. The only thing that can protect you from the Lord of Butterflies are positive emotions.” She spoke like it was an obvious fact, yet still making it sound ominous. 
Abruptly, the wall they were hiding behind exploded, and a girl dressed in a skintight red and black outfit flew past them. A boy in assassin garb followed. He landed on his feet and started to spin a staff fast enough to create a shield. Several fireballs flew at him, but they all smashed into the shield harmlessly. 
He noticed them cowering behind the wall.
“Tt. What are you doing here!? Get away! Now!”
Ladybug jumped up and leaped from behind him, throwing her yoyo. It wrapped over the leg of the villain and pulled the flying Akuma down. Cat charged past his partner and smashed her with his baton like it was a baseball bat, sending her into the wall. 
“Lucky Charm!” The heroine tossed the yo-yo above her head and a red-and-black watermelon fell into her arms. With only a moment’s hesitation, she tossed it to Cat, who already knew what to do. Once more playing baseball, he redirected the watermelon over to the akuma. She just managed to get it together when the fruit landed on her horns and got stuck. The change of weight made her fall, which Ladybug used to dash toward her and tie her with her own whip. She then pulled the ring from her finger and crushed it in her hand. 
A purple butterfly escaped her grasp, which she caught into her yo-yo. 
“Bye Bye little butterfly.” She then grabbed the watermelon and tossed it high in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!” 
The item exploded into a swarm of glowing bugs that fixed everything there was to fix. It looked like the supervillain never attacked. 
“What… I…” Erica was back to normal and very confused. “There was… I remember…”
“Don’t worry. The paramedics will be with you shortly.” Ladybug calmed her. There was a bit of cold in her voice, but it was probably because she just finished fighting her a moment ago.
“I told you it’s magic.” Pomeline grinned victoriously while she whispered at Colton.
“Ehm.” Suddenly, the group was startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. “Mind explaining to me why are you here and not evacuated with everyone else?”
“Oh! Um… You see…” Maps started, but Pomeline was too focused on something else. “Where did you learn magic! Can you teach me?! I mean we go to school here and I want to help if Lord of Butterflies and his Demons attack again!”
“Lord of Butterflies?” Ladybug walked to them and asked, again startling the whole group.
“Yes. There was an old book in the library. I managed to decipher part of it and it spoke of the Lord of Butterflies and Demons he sent to possess people. But there is only so far a translator on my phone could take me. I’m not exactly fluent in Mandarin.”
“Can you lead us to it?” The superheroine was showing almost too much interest.
“Will you teach me magic?” Pomeline tried to bargain. 
“Tt. You will take us there or we return with the police and you will take us there.” Black Cat was not in the mood. Blackmail was the last thing he wanted right now. 
“Fine.” The girl scoffed and led them toward the library.
“How did you summon a watermelon?” The smallest girl asked zooming over to Ladybug. “Are you a summoner? I never played a summoner. They have some nice spells I suppose…”
Ladybug, against herself, giggled at the girl’s antics. She also noted in the corner of her eyes that Damian was also smiling under the hood. 
Nobody noticed when Erica slipped away.
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The library was large and dusty. It didn’t look like many people came here.
“It’s the old building. When Bruce Wayne funded a new library with new books, they decided to just keep the old one as an archive. Now only people that come here are us and Mr. Scarlet.”
“The new library totally had nothing to do with Damian Wayne getting expelled for the fourth time.” Colton joked and Ladybug giggled when Black Cat muttered a curse under his breath. 
“The book was in the back. I didn’t want to move it…” 
When they turned the corner, they saw a woman in a blue and purple dress standing over a book with a tablet. She was taking pictures of the pages. Her skin was blue and her hair purple. 
The group immediately pressed against the wall, and Pom pulled a handheld mirror to take a look around the corner without risk of being spotted. Meanwhile, Ladybug and Black Cat looked at one another and their faces took a serious expression. There was a kind of silent dialogue going on between them and they both nodded at the same time. In complete silence, Cat used his staff to up and meld with the shadows. Only his green eyes were visible until they too disappeared. 
Ladybug opened her Yo-Yo like a phone and took a photo of the feathered villain. She was turned to them, but even something as simple as that could be a major help. Kwami bless magical phones for making perfect pictures without a flash. 
With the proof needed, she aimed her yo-yo, spun it twice around before throwing it forward. The projectile sailed true and wrapped around her arm holding the tablet. The villainess was surprised and let go of the tool as Ladybug yanked on the line and made her opponent lose balance. That was the cue for Black Cat, who swooped from the ceiling, snatched the tablet, and leaped back into the shadows. 
“Ugh! Stupid peasants!” The Peacock cursed. Instead of freeing her hand, she allowed the fan to slip into her hand and unfolded it. She tried to pull on the yo-yo’s line and make her opponent fly to her. It worked, but Ladybug twisted mid-air and came at the villainess feet first in a kick. The blue woman had to block it, but she still held the line. The heroine used it for her advantage and flipped the line over Peacock’s neck and started to choke her. It also held her in place. Black Cat, who already deposited the tablet in a safe place, swept down and tried to grab the brooch, but he got kicked back by an angry woman, fighting for a breath. 
Peacock folded her fan and swiped at the line, cutting it and making Ladybug fall on her back. The Villainess took a deep breath and looked around to analyze her situation. She was outnumbered and the element of surprise was still on her opponents’ side. Even without the yo-yo, Ladybug was a formidable foe and she wasn’t sure who the new Black Cat was. She had a silent suspicion, but nothing solid. 
“Until we meet again, fools.” She leaped up and onto the shelves. Cat went in pursuit, but she saw the kids hidden behind one of the shelves and purposefully made it fall when she jumped onto it. The kids didn’t have enough time to scatter. Predictably, Black Cat went to save the kids. 
He pushed Maps from under the falling shelf but got stuck there himself. His suit and enhanced body could withstand it, but not his bruised ego. 
“Don’t be a grumpy cat. We’ve got her tablet.” Ladybug stood over him and grinned before helping him stand up. 
“Tt. We might have our first lead.” He grinned. 
“Let’s go check the book itself. The fact she was after it makes me think it has more value than I first suspected.”
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My Horse Prince AU- Where is god i need her
Send help, I am weeping. This au should’ve never been born. Blame @elska-elu for the bastard edit that created this. I cannot believe I wrote this seriously. I’ll be talking to a therapist about this one.
Akko was always a strange child. Being born in the year of the horse had messed with her in really….strange ways. Apparently, it cursed her so that every horse she met had a human face. This issue only affected a ‘small portion of the population’, her psychiatrist had said to her parents. Though it wasn’t curable, it had led to interesting interactions to say the least. When she realized not everyone saw horses the way she did at the age of twelve, it was life changing. Honestly, if Akko gave it a long think, animals with human heads are pretty creepy. The feeling doubled when you had to put the gear on the horse. Putting the bit in the horse’s mouth was not as wholesome as the horse movies made it to be when the animal had a human head. Akko never went horseback riding again on her grandfather’s farm after that debacle. Luckily, she didn’t encounter many horses living in the dense city district of Tokyo. Too bad Akko didn’t know what was coming up during her pursuit of Shiny Chariot and her stay at Luna Nova.
Thinking back, Akko is pretty sure all the trouble started when she got dropped into the Arcturus Forest with Sucy and Lotte. In fact, she is sure of it. The whole cockatrice thing seemed pretty out there until a savior in the form of a unicorn had bought them enough time to attempt escape. That made the whole experience go from about a sixty to a one hundred and five.
Apparently, as now proved with the recent addition to the hell that was a cockatrice, Akko’s abilities had extended to seeing unicorns with human faces as well. And the unicorn’s face was, uh, exceptionally pretty. Gorgeous, in fact. Thankfully Akko wouldn’t have to deal with the oncoming crisis of potentially being attracted to horses, because falling out of the sky and shooting off a shiny arc was a bigger impact.
On the downside; Akko met the unicorn again the following day in a copse of trees. She had been assigned weeding the grounds as punishment for disrupting the ceremony. It wasn’t her fault that they had teleported into the middle of the room, Akko thought grumpily as she pulled a stubborn dandelion. Out of the corner of her eye, she had seen some movement to her left. It was the unicorn waving to her from the bushes and all the ignoring in the world didn’t seem to deter it.
“What the fuck.” Akko said flatly after walking over to where the admittedly pretty unicorn had gestured. The unicorn gave Akko a disapproving look, and then dipped its head in greeting.
“I am Diana, current guardian of Arcturus Forest and the Shiny Rod. I follow the wielder. The stars whispered to me of your coming. I will guide you in the times to come, and help you overcome the trials.” Diana had tossed the hair out of her eyes and glanced over Akko’s dirty form, her white hooves skittering over the ground. The horn in the middle of her human forehead made a very concerning picture to Akko.
“Huh. I’m uh, Akko.” Akko said dumbly, checking Diana’s face out. If the unicorn had been human, Akko would’ve been a definite disaster bi. If this was a manga or webtoon, Diana would be a dashing knight and her and Akko would fall in love. The brunette mused to herself. Luckily for her, this was a unicorn. Or a horse. Was a unicorn a horse? It had a horse body but it was magic. Could a magic horse have babies with a human? A magic baby? If she and Diana had a kid would it be a human or horse? Maybe it would be a centaur? “I don’t want a freaky centaur baby.” Akko muttered to herself.
“Excuse me?” Diana snorted, pawing the ground. “You are blessed I that I will not take offense to your crass words. Witches, such as yourself, magical beasts, and monsters have been giving birth to demi-Humans for years. A creature like me would’ve been highly sought after a millennium ago.” The unicorn huffed again. The grumpy look didn’t suit her, Akko thought.
Reaching up, the brunette brushed away the hair that kept falling into Diana’s eyes. “I’m sorry; all this is new to me. I just became an official witch a day ago.” Akko absentmindedly continued to pet Diana’s hair. This was pretty relaxing, and her mane was so soft.
“Akko, please,” Diana cleared her throat “Please refrain from touching.” A blush had painted its way across her face, and Diana’s tail was swishing erratically.
“Ah, sorry!” Akko stumbled away from Diana, but her foot had gotten caught on a tree root. She pitched backwards and waited for impact, but all she felt was a warm embrace.
“Are you okay?” Diana asked. The unicorn was leaned over Akko.  Diana’s big chest and leg cradled Akko comfortably and safely, the unicorn had prevented the fall. Her face was mere inches away from Akko’s. Diana smelled like wild things and magic. Also horse, Akko noted. The brunette opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak. Diana was so close. Had it always been this warm? Diana’s face somehow drew even closer; she was staring at Akko curiously. The horn on her head brushed Akko’s hair slightly with every small movement she made.
“Are you okay?” Diana breathed, her eyes scanned over Akko’s face. Akko nodded dumbly, her eyes drifting to Diana’s lips. Sure Diana was a horse. Or a unicorn. But like, the face was human right? Was she really thinking about kissing a horse? Even if the horse had a really gorgeous face, and oh, Akko could feel her face flaming with embarrassment. Diana and Akko moved even closer to each other, Diana being curious about the brunette’s safety and Akko being a curious about Diana’s lips. One with pure intentions, and the other not so pure.
“Hey uh, Akko, what the fuck” Lotte said with all the grace of a Finnish girl walking in on her roommate about to kiss what looked like a unicorn.
“Shit.”
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thefloatingstone · 4 years
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On a funnier Beastars note; the author, who hides her identity with a chicken mask, made a joke about her manga deadlines with the egg schedule chapter with the chicken classmate. I thought that was a funny lil add in
Oh yeah that was in the anime too XD and I really wanted more of THAT because the chicken characters are fascinating. I want to know more about this egg based economy. I also appreciate that the chicken characters look more like “realistic chickens” and aren’t actually pretty in any way at all.
One thing I just don’t really like about the show is how ALL the animals have human-like feet. Hands I can understand, but couldn’t Louis have hooves? Couldn’t the chickens have chicken feet? or... SOMETHING? idk it just struck me as kinda weird. I wouldn’t have thought about it so much if it wasn’t for Louis and his back-story.
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flourchildwrites · 4 years
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Can I request either a Royai or Edwin 'Game of Thrones' AU? maybe an action scene or a jousting tournament or something? (I'm not sure if you write a lot of action, but I bet you'd crush it T_T your writing is 11/10)
Witch, Please!  Fictober 2019  (29/30)
A multi-fandom Fictober prompt compilation.  Your wish is my command, but be careful what you ask for.  You just might get it.
For @an-unexpected-trollogy
Prompt:  Game of Thrones-esque Jousting
Fandom:  Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Fullmetal Alchemist (Anime 2003)
Relationship/Pairing:  Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang
Genre:  Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones-esque, Action
Rating:  Teen And Up Audiences
Word Count:  636 words
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Roy lowers his spear and charges toward his opponent, body tucked tight and eyes narrowed. The hooves of his horse beat against the ground in a devastating rhythm, not unlike the drums of war. Cheers and jeers come from the crowd. However, Roy is too enraptured to feel anything besides the pain of prior attempts and the weight of his fine armor.
This exercise is not a punishment. It is a privilege – his reward for agreeing to marry a woman that he cannot love. His heart has been spoken for since the age of 14, but no one can know that. And, in any case, his father, the king, would not care.
Theirs is not a game of hearts. It is a contest of footholes and intrigue in pursuit of a cold iron throne.
The first pass results in a mighty blow to the prince’s shoulder. It pushes him back, and for a split-second in time, Roy’s body is caught in gravity’s pull. He nearly falls from his horse but recovers, gesturing angrily to his squire to retrieve his shield and weaponry.
And this is the first time he takes a good look at his opponent. Their horse is midnight back and impeccably groomed, proudly wearing the luxurious colored silks of a house Roy recognizes but cannot place. The rider seems to be a small man wearing armor two generations old, but there is instinctive dominion in the way they handle their steed. There’s strength in the hands which grasp reigns and weapons with finesse.
Roy’s ego writhes at the idea that he’s been bested, but he enjoys the way his belly burns with something other than remorse over the bride he is obliged to marry.
They go again, and this time, Roy’s spear strikes true, and so does his opponent’s. Both nobles fall from their horses, clutching their wounded bodies. But the prince’s opponent does not stay down for long.
Stumbling, they rise, accompanied by the heavy sound of chainmail, and the modest figure draws a sword. They wait, chest heaving underneath layers of heavy metal for Roy to recover. Though the prince notices his betrothed, Vanessa, clutching a handkerchief to her mouth from the spectator’s stand, he pays her little mind and obliges his opponent in combat, over much objection from crown and crowd.
Swords clash, blow matched for blow, and a wave a nostalgia washes over Roy as muscle memory follows familiar footwork. This is a variant of his training regime, a series of steps known by two people. One of those people, his cousin Maes, has already shuffled off this mortal coil. The other person… She’s standing across from him, panting and in pain, wearing the colors of her mother’s forgotten house.
Roy’s strikes grow softer as he recognizes the feminine grunts, power and weapon prowess all the more impressive for her lack of testosterone. He stops blocking all together when he sees her blazing copper eyes through the slit in her helmet. And finally, bested but not beaten, the prince falls on his knees in front of the woman he loves. She presses her sword to the chain mail covering his throat, and he swears the pressure against his Adam’s apple feels like a lover’s kiss.
There would be worse ways to die than at the hands of Riza Hawkeye, and yet, she does not grant him this mercy. Riza lowers her sword and offers him her hand.
But, for his part, Roy does not take the peace offering. It is all he can do to reach into the belt covering his purple tunic and retrieve a crushed blue winter rose plucked from the royal gardens. So fitting that the flower is meant for Vanessa but given to Riza. So telling that it is crushed by the game his father orchestrated.
A/N:  Thank you for your kind words, @an-unexpected-trollogy!  I was thrilled to see this pop up in my inbox. There’s one huge caveat to this work. I have neither seen nor read Game of Thrones. Everything I know is coming from secondhand info, lol. And on that note, I’d like to thank @teaplease1717. Anyway, feel free to stop by my tumblr, and if you read something you like, don’t hesitate to let me know in whatever way you want. Your kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes and reblogs make my day! One day more, y'all!
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so. yugioh vrains is over. the last episode has aired.and with that in mind, with three seasons of this show, i’ve still got a lot of feelings about this show. especially that last episode. so i guess this is sort of the final thoughts and feelings post about yugioh vrains. not the last post in general about yugioh vrains. just the big opinions post, i guess, because there’s a lot.
yugioh vrains was good
yugioh vrains was very good. i liked it a lot. and me liking it a lot is the only criteria here for whether i’ll say it’s good or bad. i liked it! so it’s good.
i’m also very thankful that vrains has broken a curse yugioh has been suffering for awhile now. we’re talking about the dub. and no, i don’t really care that much that the dub censored some bullets, i think it’s funny, but i don’t care otherwise. this is just about general dub quality. zexal’s dub was bad. written bad quite a bit of the time, and a lot of the voice acting was just, not good. arc v, i can’t speak for the writing, because i only have seen like ten episodes of it, which is to be fair more than most people on this website, but the voice acting in arc v is atrocious, it’s worse than zexal. i’ve seen 20 episodes of the vrains dub, and look, i know. i know arc v’s main villain sounded like iago from fucking aladdin, i know that dub yusaku is voiced by someone who did voicework in zexal. but in 20 episodes of vrains, there wasn’t a single voice i didn’t like. the voice acting in vrains is good. and the dub is written well! it’s actually funny! i think i actually laughed more with the vrains dub than the sub for those 20 episodes. you know how the zexal dub tried to be funny every episode but it was just obnoxious? vrains was actually funny. the jokes are actually good. it’s been awhile since yugioh’s been dubbed well, and it was refreshing. the only thing i don’t like about the dub is that it only airs in canada and it’s impossible to watch in like any way online. i’m not done watching the dub btw eventually i’ll be able to watch more and i will watch more and i’ll be back here in this tag. if nothing else, i’m hoping it joins the other yugiohs on hulu or something when the dub’s done in like, two years. and if there’s a vrains manga i’ll definitely read it but like. shrugs on that.
the show’s got big megaman battle network, code lyoko, and the world ends with you vibes. i’m not saying this to knock vrains or anything. i love vrains. but if you like any of those games/shows, and you haven’t given vrains a chance, even if you haven’t watched any other yugioh series, i highly recommend it. the card games in vrains were very secondary to the story itself, and i think that went a long ways here, it worked well. 
so like, how was vrains, how did i feel about it
season one...season one was really good. in hindsight, season one had some good foreshadowing for season three. season one was probably my favorite season, though, but not by much. season one showed yusaku in school the most and i actually loved all the school scenes. revolver’s a really cool and interesting character, and while i’m glad he stopped being a villain after season one and went the sort of anti-hero route, revolver did make a really good villain. uncovering the mystery of the lost incident was fun. a lot of people guessed early on that revolver was both the person yusaku was trying to take down and the person he was trying to save, way before yusaku himself figured it out, but that wasn’t a bad thing at all. i’m pretty sure the show wanted the audience to figure it out before our protagonist, and the reward itself felt pretty rewarding. revolver has cool dragons, yusaku got a cool dragon, ai got insulted a lot, kusanagi was there, definitely a solid season.
season two was easily my least favorite season. bohman and blood shepherd kinda ruined it for me. thoguh, to be fair, blood shepherd didn’t do much. he gave us an excuse to get some takeru flashback, which we could’ve gotten through other means, and he sort of revealed judgement arrows and helped everyone be able to prepare for it, but like, anyone could do that. i hate blood shepherd a lot, but he’s easy for me to forget. i forgot him between episodes a lot, actually, and when he’d show up i’d have to be like, oh that asshole exists. bohman was worse because he was the main antagonist of season two. and he shouldn’t have been. bohman wasn’t a good villain imo! i feel like he wasn’t written super well. i can sort of make him work out in my head, but i don’t like him, and he kept just pulling ideas out that seemingly came from nowhere. he’d make these leaps that were hard for me to follow, and this was after lightning stopped messing with his memories. and since bohman was the main antagonist and because i really didn’t like him, it made it hard for me to enjoy season two. there were other good things in season two. takeru joined the scene in this season, and i love takeru a lot. i require apologies from everyone who didn’t trust my man takeru. lightning was a really good villain (lightning should’ve been the main antagonist imo), was very interesting, and i liked lightning a lot. and hell, haru was alright! i kinda wish they did more with haru. season two wasn’t bad by any means. we also saw the story of how kusanagi and yusaku met in season 2, and those were some of my favorite episodes of the season, along with the yusaku vs kusanagi duel. the story and message was good (though that doesn’t boost it up a ton given season 3 had the same messages) but honestly i just really don’t like bohman.
season 3 is very close to being my favorite season. this is the season of the protagonist having to face against their partner. it happens in like, any yugioh where the protagonist has a partner. vrains didn’t disappoint on that front. this season felt short! season two felt like it dragged on forever and season three felt short. it didn’t necessarily feel like it needed to be longer, when it ended, though. i just wish the show wasn’t over lmao. everyone got baited super hard like episode 1 when everyone thought queen would be the next antagonist after lightning + bohman and then she super wasn’t, which was kinda funny. most of hte time this season i was just yelling at ai to tell me the truth. i loved roboppy and ai this season. and im SO sad about what happened to them!! ai and roboppy were written really well, they made really good villains. i’ll definitely be making more posts about ai in the future. and also, that epilogue though!!! i didn’t get into it when i watched bc i was in a hurry, but!!! jin looks really happy, i love his haircut! and kusanagi is keeping the hot dog truck open so that yusaku still has a place to come home to! im gonna cry!!!! the knights of hanoi are all super good now and i love them. akira’s the ceo of sol!!! it’s what he deserves!!!!! and the whole takeru + kiku scene was really nice. everyone was screaming about that ship being canon now, which i guess it is? i didn’t read it as romantic, i read it as “kiku is a little scared about everything with vrains and takeru is helping her feel safe and secure, like, making sure she doesn’t fall off his hoverboard and shit”. i honestly read it more as takeru still being gay for yusaku while thinking about how cool yusaku is lmao. but i know yusaku + takeru will never be canon, i never thought it would be, and knowing yugioh, takeru + kiku im sure is supposed to be canon so like. it’s not a bad ship. i’m surprised how many people i see like that ship? but it’s just not for me i guess. im happy for yall who wanted this though. and that last scene!!!! we saw ai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ll save thoughts on that another time i guess, including yusaku post that time skip.
i liked shima a lot this series. i honestly wish there was more of him lmao. i mostly wanted more yusaku + shima interaction, not in terms of shima finding out yusaku was playmaker, i just wanted the two of them to bond more. i wanted to see more of them being friends (read: shima forcing his friendship on yusaku and yusaku reluctantly goes along with it but actually likes it more as time goes on). and i wish we got to see takeru in the duel club at least once. takeru and yusaku both going to one meeting and yusaku sleeps through it and takeru is pumped and like taking notes and shit and shima is just like how can yusaku sleep through it this is the best!!!
aoi....i have mixed feelings on. i liked her a lot in season one, and i liked her a lot in half of season two. i really don’t like the blue maiden avatar (i did like blue girl!), and i preferred the trickstars over marincesses. i did enjoy her figuring out yusaku was playmaker though, that was a fun scene. i like aoi a lot still, love that girl, but after a point i stopped liking what they were doing with her.
they did ghost gal dirty. ghost gal was GREAT in season one. i loved her. and then they gave her a brother, her brother was shit, and everything about ghost gal got thrown out the window so that her character could revolve only around her shit brother. i feel so bad for her. i mean, i kinda get it? this whole thing’s about bonds, a lot of the bonds focused on were familial bonds (either in the blood family or found family sense, there was both). but ghost gal was already developing a sort of family-ish bond with akira and aoi by that point. i never felt like she needed anything else. she still could’ve done cool things in seasons two and three without having a shitstain forced into her life.
im madly in love with kusanagi and if anyone says a single bad thing about him i will stomp you to death with my hooves
i’m running out of people to talk about here i can’t avoid it anymore i’ll talk about blood shepherd now. i hate him. i hate him. he’s an idiot. i’ve yelled about this before and i’ll do it again. some shit happened to him because of malfunctioning ai or whatever. cool. great. now he has a grudge against all ai. that makes no sense. if im playing basketball and i get hit in the head by a basketball (by accident) am i gonna blame the basketball? no, i’ll either blame the person who threw it or myself for not noticing it and letting myself get hit. if i sprain my wrist playing volleyball am i gonna get mad at the volleyball? no, i’m mad at myself for messing up and playing in a way that caused that injury. if i get in a car accident because my car brake stops working, am i going to blame the car itself? maybe a little, but not as much as either the manufacturer or, if i recently had work done on the brake, the mechanic i visited. see, these things are all inanimate objects with no malicious intent or free will. since vrains is one of those shows, it may sound cruel comparing an AI to a car or a basketball. but the ignis (all generations, we’ll include pandor and bohman and haru in here for simplicitiy’s sake) are a special case. the ignis specifically stand out because they were made with free will. other artificial intelligence does not have that. it cannot have malicious intent. artificial intelligence cannot do anything it is not programmed to be able to do. it cannot hurt or kill someone, unless it is either programmed to have that function, or you’re looking at an ignis. and blood shepherd KNOWS THIS, because he became a hacker, and even REPROGRAMMED AN AI THAT WASNT SUPPOSED TO LIE TO LIE FOR HIM. along the way, he would’ve had to learn that somewhere. an ai malfunctioned and caused blood shepherd and his mom to get in a car accident. the ai itself isn’t to blame for that! that’s the fault of whoever made it!! or if the car was hacked to cause that problem, it’s the car manufacturer’s fault! you blame those people!!! and if blood shepherd went after those groups it’d be fine! instead he goes after artificial intelligences because he’s the biggest fucking idiot the world has ever seen. this does not make sense, even in the vrains universe, because again, the ignis are the only ai with free will and who can make their own decisions. any other ai cannot do something like this on purpose. the solution is to make ai better, not get rid of them. the solution is to improve security. not get rid of ai. at this point ai is so ingrained in society that you’re not gonna accomplish that anyway. oh, and i hate blood shepherd for what he did to ghost gal’s character. other than that, he was cool for two episodes before we learned his bullshit backstory, and he hasn’t done a single thing i liked since except he died twice, and i liked those parts. i fucking HATE blood shepherd. easily one of the worst yugioh characters ever. i could rant on about bohman, too, but im tired.
i don’t have bad things to say about a lot of characters. yusaku, kusanagi, jin, ai, roboppy, revolver, lightning, aqua, akira, earth, go onizuka, windy, i don’t really have bad things to say about them now that the series is over. i liked them a lot!!! they were really good. 
i guess the bottom line of this is, i wish yugioh treated its girls and its “joke characters” or “comic relief characters” better. and i wish bohman and blood shepherd didn’t exist, or were executed better. other than that, very solid.
if you were curious about my preferred ships here, yusaku + takeru is the best ship this show has to offer and it’s a shame more people don’t like it, and miyu + aoi is really good. anything else is like, okay, but i don’t love it. the show’s most popular ships are fine but not for me. yusaku + ryoken is okay but doesn’t really work in universe for me, i don’t love it but it’s fine, and it’s aight in a like real au setting. i don’t think there’s any ships i don’t really like, not like, other than the obvious. but these two are the best. 
all in all, vrains was really good. this show helped me through some real bad times, and will continue to do so as bad times continue. i love it lots, it holds a special place in my heart, and im glad i was able to watch it. im excited for whatever yugioh has to offer next, especially following this, because vrains is definitely one of my favorite yugioh series over all. it was a lot of fun and made me suffer and cry a lot and it was just...a good time. please watch it if you haven’t. thanks for going on this journey with me. i’ll probably end up talking more about bigger characters like yusaku and ryoken and takeru and kusanagi and ai more in different posts. ive talked enough here already
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frosty-tian · 5 years
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Fan Flash Fiction: A Cold Start:
Ratings: General Audiences
Warnings: None
Genre: Slice-of-life, Comedy/Humour
Fandom: ‘Boomboom-school’
Characters: Rin Hiryu, other Class 1-B students (minor role/appearances.)
Words: 1500+
Extra notes: Idea from my wonderful friend @seersnake! As usual, polite constructive criticisms/feedback are welcome.
Summary:
It’s the new start for Rin, which meant new attitude, and new things to look forward to. However, on this fine morning, an unexpected problem strikes. 
Will Rin still be able to have a great time despite the new obstacle ahead?
Early sunlight slanted through the curtain’s crack. The long, warm beam split my room cleanly in half, turning dust specks into flickers of ember.
Usually, I simply would’ve groaned and turn my back to the light, but I was sure about this day being different.
Why, it’s the first day of December. This meant… Few more steps until Christmas and the long-awaited New Years!
Determined that absolutely nothing will meddle with this happy thought in my head, I enthusiastically threw off my warm blankets (I have the habit of sleeping with two layers during colder nights), wearing an unusually big (and possibly stupid) smile that’s brimming with optimism.
 This optimism fell flat seconds after I yanked open the thin, olive-green curtains.
I blinked once, twice.
How...?
There were small, grinding sounds (I think) when I gritted my teeth, before I hissed softly through them:
“You…!”
Within a brief matter of seconds, I was hunched in front of my laptop’s screen, click-clacking away on the keys furiously. Right after the result page popped up, I hastily skimmed across the bright screen.
“Clear with periodic clouds, wind speed…”
Finally, I stopped cold on a particular text. I gaped with much horror. Even took me a few seconds to process the info.
  “-10C/14F”
 Oh, damn it….!
  “Isn’t this bit of an over-kill?” Setsuna dropped one of her casual remarks while she tilted her head to one side and scrutinized me with a wrinkled nose. She was wearing a stylish, puffy green jacket over her uniform. Parts below the below the belt had scale patterns that’s made of something like green foil burned into the fabric, which gradually faded as it crept upwards from the hem. I can confirm that she’s one of the more up-to-date fashionsta in our class, but this morning, she looked prettier than usual.
Better judgment managed to strike me during the right moment, so I kept my tongue in my cotton surgical mask.
Simply puffed out in my full ‘winter gear’, I wonder why she thought this was something worth making a big fuss about. Okay, maybe I did throw in some ‘extra layers’ for a good measure, but still…
“I ran out of ginger powder for my warming drink.”
“Ah.”
Our conversation was cut short by a cheerful voice.
“Good morning, Setsuna! Good morning… Uhhh.”
Kendo hurriedly strolled past us, clearly not wanting to be late for class. She’s the class president, after all.
I was rather surprised at how little she was dressed for the winter. Along with her uniform, there’s only a simple, pale yellow scarf bouncing with her orange side-tail over her shoulder.
She gave me a rather bewildered look as she passed.
Personally, I don’t blame her.
Who wouldn’t be confused when they see someone dressed up like a run-away penguin? Especially if it’s one with a terrible wardrobe and braided pony-tail.
After she disappeared around the corner, Setsuna turned to me and let out a small chuckle.
“Good-luck for today, dragon boy.” She gave a small wink and flicked her forked tongue as an odd way of salute before walking down the hall, one hand in a pocket, one hand swinging her school bag with a light spring in her steps.
I rolled my eyes and thought grumpily to myself
Yes, I’m afraid I would need the luck… very, very much…
 Not wanting to be too late on the first day of December, I hastily made my way down to the common area (while almost tripping down the staircase at least once).
Across the room, the glass doors with their edges frosted framed the morning scene like a pretty picture. Just overnight, the UA field was transformed into a dazzling white wonderland when the sudden snow-storm frosted over. Small clumps of white stood out amongst the bushes’ dark branches, glittering under the bright sun like millions of diamond shards. The trees stood silently in this wintry world, some of its branches bent down a little from the weight of snow.
Most might’ve spread their arms open with a big smile and deemed this sight a ‘miracle’, ‘beauty’ or even one of ‘nature’s wonder’.
Unfortunately, I’m not much of an admirer for such a cold, dead-looking landscape.
 I stood at least a meter away from the doors, shifting my weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
Should I?
Sure, there’s rather the questionable choice of bunking (not like it’s the first time I did it since I began my school career in general), but the image of Teacher Vald and my family wearing a disappointed or disapproving frown crept into my mind…
Or maybe, I could ask someone else, like Shishida or Bondo to carry me? No no, that is bit of a selfish request, and might be embarrassment for both of us (especially them), not to mention…
 After another wasted minute of restless thoughts (and a few in-out puffs of deep breaths), I finally made up my mind.
Fearlessly, (I was trembling just a little) I stepped closer to the glass doors. I still kept my ground as they slid open with a faint whirr.
When the wind slapped against my face like a cold, wet sponge, I instantly tensed up.
But that alone wasn’t going to stop me.
Walking out into the cold, my breath became visible puffs of little white clouds that vanished into thin air. Felt like I was blowing out precious, warm steam instead of simple carbon dioxide.
 It appeared that someone had shovelled some of the snow in the early morning to make way, forming an oddly neat block of hard dirt in front of the dorm’s entrance.
Determined, I advanced my way to the far edge of the block. The thick layer of freshly fallen snow was at least 12 centimetres thick, and the mere sight actually sent a freezing jolt down my spine. That’s also when I realized how in the midst of rushing to get ready, the thought of packing snow boots had slipped clean from my mind. Great.
 Though reluctant, I began trudging painfully through the huge white blanket.
Cringing while my pant legs stuck to my skin as it slowly got soggy, I can’t help but to think, with just a hint of annoyance, to myself:
If only the person shovelled out a path as well…Certainly could’ve made quite a difference!
 It was about ten steps into my journey when a sudden, loud voice pierced the air like a stray bullet:
“RIN, YOU’RE WALKING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION!!!”
Tetsutetsu’s voice boomed across the vast field, making faint echoes that took some time to fade away into the distance. I froze, left foot hovering in mid-air. Turning my head slowly, I saw most of my classmates staring. Directly at me.
To the left, they were walking on a wide, pre-shovelled dirt road that connected our dorm to Class A’s in a T-junction, the middle extending to UA. Which I clearly missed like a dumb egg.
 The worst part about being humiliated in front of so many people is possibly how much focus you unconsciously have on everyone else’s reactions:
Kuroiro wore a huge grin from ear-to-ear. Tsuburaba’s whole body was shaking by trying awfully hard (and failing) to hold in a laugh. Yui just looked disappointed, Manga… face-palmed? Shoda had a really concerned look, Kendo…
Not too far away, a few approaching students from 1-A peering at us with curiosity.
 I felt some sort of hotness slowly spreading across my face. Thank goodness my red mask and hat somehow covered all of it.
Letting out a huge sigh of frustration, I started making my way back.
Should’ve watched if there were any little puddles.
As my foot shot out from right under me before I could even do a complete turn, the world became a colourful, sluggish blur.
For a brief moment, I caught the slightly softened version of my classmate’s shocked expressions out of the corner of my eye before I did a flip and slammed my back against the hard, wet ground. My sling bag went sailing through the wind, landing with an audible thud and sending up sprays of snow as it landed. Just when I thought this was the end of it, the freezing snow’s iciness stabbed into the back of my head as I sunk into it. I barely managed to stuff down the urge to scream. Sounds reminiscent of irritating alarm clocks screaming clashed around in my eardrums. Though I was rather well-cushioned, my spine still throbbed from the heavy impact.
 I groaned miserably as I tried slowly to ease myself up with numb arms, all while feeling hot tears prickling my eyes.
Could this possibly get any worse?
Failing to notice the frantic clopping of horse hooves, I gave a surprised yelp as a pair of small, purple-gloved hands suddenly thrusted out from under my armpits, right before strong arms hooked and helped (say: roughly jerked) me up.
“Are ya alright, Rin?! Did cha’ breakkkk anything?”
“Huh, what…?” My brain was probably half-frozen from the chill. The immediate follow-up of vigorous shaking turned it into a slushy mess.
“How many fingers am I holding upppp?” Despite being able to somewhat make out what Pony was saying, all I can see was a quivering, fuzzy bunny shape in front of my face.
A somewhat gruff yet gentle voice cut in:
“Lady Tsunotori, allow me to take it from here.”
“But…”
“Please.” “Okayyyy!”
Without a warning, Pony’s grip loosened, and I flopped down like a limp rag doll onto my knees, dazed.
Before I was given the chance to come back to my full senses, another pair of arms hoisted me right up. This pair was bigger with tufts of chocolate-coloured fur sticking out from the end of loose khaki jacket sleeves.
I sincerely hoped his glasses were fogged up. The fact that my face were pulling unpredictable, odd expressions made me want to of bury myself deeply, deeply into the soft snow.
Save for a few loud snorts, on one really laughed, but exchanged worried babbles between each other. Maybe one or two “Awwwww”s.
Pony popped up in front of me again, this time holding my (slightly soggy) school bag over her head with a triumphant look while looking up, as though she was showing me a treasure she dug up. Standing next to her like a proud big brother, Monoma was wearing a huge (but surprisingly pleasant) grin, patting her shoulder.
Ah… I’m pretty lucky to have them as classmates.
 To be honest, I had no idea whether we could make it to the first lesson in time.
But it didn’t matter that much, because I dozed off in the new-found warmth, surrounded by cheerful giggles and upbeat conversations about the latest gossips, the next test or future holiday plans.
It was the start of a dreary winter month, but at least it wasn’t a terrible one.
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wolfofwinchester · 2 years
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One would think I'd pick the obvious, but how about for a twist: Death Note!
Send me a fandom // HAHAHAA OH BOY
The first character I first fell in love with: God, I can't remember if it was Rem or if it was Mello. It was one of the two, I know that. They're my darlings. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: That's a tough one because it's either Misora or it's Near, because both really grew on me with time. Misora had the Death Note: Another Note book which really paid ode to her character brilliantly, and made you feel that lurch in your gut when she gets axed off, as well as feel very angry with her making rookie mistakes which led to that. In the anime, it was pretty damn cool to see a female detective on the scene, so I immediately liked that! But it was really the book that sold me on her character. She's a skeptical, cautious and intellectual individual who had a really cool plot line. She's not peppy, she's not cheery, she's very serious and absolutely no nonsense, and seeing that work with the weird dude ( won't spoil who if you haven't read it ) she gets partnered up with in the book was a lot of fun. Near, meanwhile, was a real slowburn for me. It had more to do with me going back to watch the series years later with a different appreciation for characterization, and being able to look deeper into who he is. When I was younger, I thought he was very boring and I was very upset he replaced Mello. Now... Well I'm still upset he replaced Mello because I really love that wild blond guy and I could talk about him for ages, BUT that's not related. Point is, now I actually do like him and I think he's a good character.
I actually read the manga ( never finished ), and that's what the clincher was. The anime portrayed him to be more monotoned, expressionless, and that discredited him very much in my opinion. The manga, meanwhile, showed him to be more emotive, and had a further display of who he is. He's got a mischievous side to him, a playful one! You can see the hurtful impact the death of his team had on him, and that little smile he has is so cute. It's literally "c:" and that is just Adorable.
I never expected these two to grow on me but they really did. Misora was first ages ago, and Near was sometime last year, I think? Or year before that. Time is weird. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: i will stomp light to death with my hooves. The character I love that everyone else hates: Misa! Like Lizzie, thankfully the sexism has died down a little bit so she's not nearly so vehemently hated like she used to be. Personally, I think there was a lot of untapped potential in her that I wish got more attention, but the series really fixated on painting her terribly. She's a woman who has one hell of a lifespan thanks to not one, but two Shinigami giving their life for her and adding their unnatural lifespan onto hers. She found Light out before anyone else thanks to some maneuvering and disguising on her end.... and she's a yandere. What's not to love. I love yanderes. Every time I talk about DN, I just gotta rave about the fact that she alone could have taken on L and it would have been really interesting to watch, not to mention really fun! I love her so much. On a lower level, it has to be Sidoh because that dude was the only one with common sense to get in, get his shit  and get out and no one liked him because he was uglee. Wish there was more time with him and Mello. Loved that the tiny intense blond man gave him the willies. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Matsuda is hot and cold for me. Sometimes I like the guy, sometimes I'm like, "yeah but you cheered on light for cheating on misa so :\" The character I would totally smooch: I'd have to give Rem a peck on the cheek, absolutely. Rem and Misa both. The character I’d want to be like: 😬 🙅‍♀️ N/A. The character I’d slap: i will slap light to death with my hooves. A pairing that I love: ReMisa!! I have a massive soft spot for that pairing and I have for years!! They hurt me with the WHAT IF so bad. What if we had a forbidden Shinigami-Human love, huh?? What if we got to see them really work together at tackling the injustices of the world and overthrowing a massive force that's honed in on them, threatening to wipe one of them out - one that they enter a game of manipulation with! What if we got to see them explore their unique romance that no one else can relate to! What if we got to explore Misa's morals and see why it is Rem is so in love with this dangerous, dark and peppy wom.. .. .. .. .. huh, you know what that kind of ship dynamic is almost sounding familiar. A pairing that I despise: Could you guess I've never been a fan of Misa/Light?
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fraidycat-art · 6 years
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Can you help me understand Corrin’s dragon form? If Corrin took off their armor, would the armor not appear on the dragon as well? How the hell do the arms work?? Are they bent like a horse?? Or just straight up backwards human elbows like it looks?? And the face? An egg with Horns and movable lower jaw?? How do you bite? I mean maybe this is just a partial dragon form? Because they get jaws in their half-state during crits (from their arms)
Can you help me understand Corrin’s dragon form?
yes but we’re gonna need this.
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If Corrin took off their armor, would the armor not appear on the dragon as well? 
I mean, from how I understand, its a very real possibility. Proceed with warning because every dragon!corrin model is different i cannot make that distinction loudly enough, their differences are mostly skin-deep but on the sm4sh corrin model, there is a clear difference between flesh and scales - all in places that aren’t easily analogous. This makes it easy to group them when drawing, though!
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The long neck, the tail, and the upper thigh/hips are particularly noteworthy for your idea. They are clearly muscled. You can also see it partially on the wings, but the torso plates stretch to it. Its particularly possible if you want to explore that area! I think that armor-swap versions of the dragon would be rad as hell.
How the hell do the arms work?? Are they bent like a horse?? Or just straight up backwards human elbows like it looks??
WELCOME TO MY SPECIAL HELL. This keeps me up at night! This very question has ruined me. That’s been the question every single time that I’ve drawn dragon!corrin (hence why I’ve drawn so many lately) but I think I’m finally settling on an anatomy that lets me rest. They are bent like a horse, and Corrin tries to move like a horse, it is not horse anatomy, but he is not structured like one. I’ll explain.
First off, let’s look at corrin with human-ish anatomy. Two arms, two legs. Normal stuff.
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I use this most of the time, it allows for the front legs to twist enough to meet what Corrin does in cutscenes. The elbow is possible in theory, I try not to think too hard with this - its a simple re-arrangement at the elbow so that the radius lifts upwards. Up until rececntly, I really liked using this - its easy to remember and put my fucking soul to rest. Its really good, without collarbones the shoulder can be twisted any which way - the beauty of a girdle! I figured this was as close to what the actual inspiration was… until I really, really started thinking about why everybody thinks about horses first, and why human arms just… didn’t work. So come with me down this garden path, and look at this corrin with horse legs.
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Horse legs are beautiful. They are nice and straight, they bear weight, and they have many points of articulation perfect for motion. Corrin does not have that, Corrin has one major joint and a wrist. See that horizontal bone under the scapula? that’s the radius, together with the scapula that makes the shoulder and the armpit.
However… corrin does not have a visible shoulder. Corrin also does not have an armpit. There is ribcage and then there is leg. That keeps me up at night. I had no explanation! Everything above the tibia and fibia do not exist in corrin. Every animal has that, but It just doesn’t fit! But… it works. When you look at corrin, you see a leg, and you see something along the lines of a horse. Here’s the kicker: there’s a reason you think of horses - despite everything.
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for context: Here’s Spirit, an animated horse and source of my artistic inspiration! Dreamworks put a lot of time, effort, and money in order to animate Spirit as anatomically correct as possible. As you can see, it has the correct knee bend for Corrin, but it has a definite shoulder and armpit. So… why are we all thinking about horses when we see Corrin?!? He doesn’t have those!! He also doesn’t have hooves, or even a pastern! This was the first thing that ever struck me about Corrin - I’ve seen those legs on horses before. I’ve seen those legs a lot and I screamed every time I saw them. So why? Why are we thinking about horses when we look at Corrin?
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Horses in anime are animated while extremely simplified. It saves on budget, but this means that it trickles down into manga - and eventually into regular art as well. Now take a look at Corrin again…
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… I know… I know. Some dude in the design chair saw a huge quadrupedal animal, thought about horses, and drew the anime budget horse leg. Its actually a really prevalent trope! Corrin’s weird legs have been incorrect horse legs this entire time, right under our noses. I know dude - it flies in the face of all comparative anatomy, its wrong, no animal has hind legs for front legs. So the more you think anatomy for Corrin, the more misguided you become. So with this in mind, I personally threw anatomy away - yet it came back and hit me in the face again. Yeah you could get away with human arms for front legs, but… if we’re going for what the inspiration was…. if we’re cutting to the bone…
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The front leg is a human leg with the toe bones re-arranged and stretched into a hand. It works better than human arms, in my opinion, as the extremely stout palm on the hand suddenly makes sense. The heel bone gives something for the thumb to anchor to. There is a tibia and fibia for rotation. There is a KNEE. A god-forsaken real knee. There is no scapula. There is no radius. There is, however, a brand new ball-in-socket joint in Corrin’s ribcage, which will wake me in a cold sweat once a month - but by god - THERE IS AN ANSWER.
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As well, the human-leg-for-front-leg theory allows for the chest fuckery that the 3d models display. In both Sm4sh and Fates corrin is able to rotate the leg outwardly from the body to a truly startling degree. I briefly played with the idea of a two-hipped dragon. Corrin is a disaster and I love him. 
A note on the hind legs: Its the same mystery, but not one as enthralling as the horse connection. its another artistic trope found in folks who are just starting with animals (particularly cats and dogs) to have the femur and tibia+fibia all curled up like that w. elongated metatarsals - this makes the hind legs INCREDIBLY LONG, however it happens to match what our eyes see in an animal’s sillohuette.
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(note: yes, corrin’s thighs are incredibly beefy as a dragon.) This isn’t fully extended in my opinion! with the human arm theory, I couldn’t tip the ribcage upwards due to the scapula, but I’m not joking when I say that Corrin can likely rest his whole body on his chest without losing touch of the ground with any limb. The hind legs are gigantic, but the proportions are too far away from a rabbit’s to be used for hopping. This is why in most cutscenes, animations, ect of Corrin he usually has his hind legs parked behind him or to the side of him. They’re too long! Corrin’s resting state for his hind legs is a crouch.
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(pictured: corrin’s beefy dragon thighs. note the wide stance and parking! intsys why… i dont understand… why is the dragon thicc? to be analogous to corrin? is corrin thicc?!?)
TL;DR: Corrin’s legs do not have a comparative anatomy to any one singular creature, mostly due to its complete reliance on artistic tropes instead of actual anatomy. That doesn’t mean we can’t make sense of it with bones, however.
And the face? An egg with Horns and movable lower jaw??
Egg is a strong word for the shape Corrin’s face is. The sm4sh model is generous, face on and left-to-right, the head is so close to being spherical that it might as well be. north-to-south there’s a bit of a hump on the topside due to the exposed spine, it thins out near the nose just a smidge - but its a very, very slight egg shape. My rule of thumb is to just draw a rounded neck, pinch the end just a touch. There’s no notable jawline under the faux-jaw, thought the throat-latch may hang. If anything the base of the ear-tendrils could create one if need be but? for the most part, I really do just… not draw a head. 
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if it looks like a ding-dong, you’re doing it right.
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(see what i mean about how round it is? bonus: peep those front legs! posed as human legs would be, startled animals are stilt-legged. and the hind legs, as you can see, are struggling to exist.)
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The jawbone is layered under the antlers. It hinges where the droptine from the eye meets the jawbone. I made the jaw a little long here, but the tooth area of the jaw never rests against the head. It doesn’t touch the head at all! Well, except for maybe near the jawline - again, just so I can sleep at night.
How do you bite?
Make no mistake - in reality Corrin cannot actually bite anything if he tried! A bite requires a scissoring of teeth, and Corrin doesn’t even have molars/carnassials - if he did, he could at least apply pressure from his head/neck and force it over the teeth but no... If he had an upper jaw, he could use a hatchet-style bite, but as-is the only effective bite would be more like a toothy uppercut. Note: both sm4sh and cutscene corrin detail the outline of teeth! however, heroes and game-model corrin do not.
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the top of the ‘eye’ is longer than the bottom of the eye! This is true for every model of corrin. However, the actual size of the ‘eyehole’ is variable. Heroes corrin has a massive eyehole, sm4sh corrin has a very very tiny one. The actual antlers are a story for another day - they’re simpler than they look, but tough to explain.
I’m hopefully going to be making reference sheets for corrin! There needs to be more corrin in the world, and if i gotta pave that road… SO BE IT.
I mean maybe this is just a partial dragon form? Because they get jaws in their half-state during crits (from their arms)
GOD. THIS KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT STILL. I WISH CORRIN HAD ACTUAL JAWS. MAYBE HE DOES? MAYBE HE’S JUST HIDING THEM? LIKE I WANT THIS TO BE REAL SO BADLY. WHERE DOES THAT MOUTH COME FROM CORRIN!?? YOUR WHOLE DRAGON IS BASED ON BEING ENTIRELY UNNATURAL AND WRONG WHERE DID YOU GET THAT MOUTH??
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A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO NELLIEL’S NEW LOOK™
So in going through the manga for references I ended up making a small page. I thought I’d share since caps of her outfit in the final arc are few and far in between. A few things to note:
The heel of her shoes appear to be curved and in the shape of ram horns. The front of them are solid black and kind of look like hooves. Gotta love her commitment to the aesthetic. 
Her mask seems to have changed ever so slightly, at least in my opinion – the nostrils now connect to the eye sockets (which are more circular) with some noticeable lines, overall it looks more triangular, and the horns seem to come down further near her chin rather than curling at the top of her head. For comparison here’s an older cap of her mask and horns. 
Urahara’s bracelet is on her LEFT hand. 
Whatever is on her torso appears to be made of sturdier material, you can see the line that runs down the middle of her stomach in that cap as well as the larger one immediately to the right. 
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