#and his swords are machetes now

[thatseadog]

Puerto Rican Chip on traditional clothes because The Itch to latinofy chip won over

[canisalbus]

For fart (fan art) purposes, what weapons are Vasco trained in? I assume he's a skilled swordsman, but I'm wondering what types of ranged weaponry he knows, if any. As for the anxious tissue, Machete, I know he's sickly and frail, with staggering amounts of catholic guilt weighing him down but, hypothetically if he did train in any weapon, what could you see befitting him?

Hmm, you're right, Vasco is primarily a swordsman and like many nobles of his time, his sword of choice is the elegant and lightweight rapier. He was trained thoroughly and knows how to use it, but most of the time the sword serves as a fashion accessory and a status symbol, he isn't the type to get into duels left and right.

Vasco enjoys hunting. There's no reason why he couldn't use traditional bow and arrow but I think he would prefer a crossbow. Early firearms had already become common at the time and I could picture him with something like a wheellock or flintlock pistol or rifle. I'm sure there's people who could tell you a lot about 16th century guns but I don't know enough about them to give an in-depth answer myself.

Machete carries a hidden stiletto for self defence. He isn't completely useless with it and luckily you don't need to be terribly athletic to wield one, but his technique leaves a lot to be desired. And since he's chronically anemic any physical activity tends to get him winded and woozy pretty quickly. He's extremely risk-averse (others could say cowardly) and he does his best to not get into any dangerous situations to begin with, or leaving as soon as things start to escalate.

[hxneylavendxr]

"who the fuck is putting yaoi on my d- oh it's honey" classic neo dash experience (same with yuri)

it's what i do o7

[orcelito]

Ok I feel weird having my Knives tag be "nai" bc no I still can't have it be "knives" bc that's my tag for actual real knives. But there's an Implication to referring to him by Nai that I kinda wanna avoid? Also it's a tristamp only thing and im more of a trimax bitch now. Just feels weird.

So I'm upgrading. Full formality. He is Millions Knives for my tags now. I'm making it official.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 4

Finnick x Reader

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I’m on a roll with my writing! Was able to grind out another chapter today. Lmk what you guys think of the story so far :)

Content warnings - descriptions of death and lots of angst

My love, you have my heart for all of eternity. And if I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips.

You and Finnick had never been anything more than friends, although friends feels like an understatement to describe what you are to each other. After your games, you lived in Victors Village with your family, doing your best to heal.

When your family was killed after your victory tour, the victors deemed that you weren’t stable enough to live alone. You were only 17 and had nobody left to take care of you.

Finnick had volunteered to move in temporarily until you were better, but better never happened. He felt guilty about how he mentored you. He had told you that what you did in the arena didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how many you killed, or how you killed, it was a game and to play it you had to be entertaining and win sponsors.

So, you entertained. You joined the career pack, hoping they would take out most of the other tributes for you so there would be fewer for you to worry about. That only worked for a week.

One week in, your district partner was killed and you were on the outs. The alliance would turn on you at any moment, so you had to strike first.

You lay awake in the arena, nearly two weeks into the games, as the pair from one were on watch. They thought you were asleep, just as you had hoped they would.

“Let’s kill her now,” Gimena stated.

“How?” Aries replied.

“I’ll wake her up and ask her to go pee with me. You’ll follow and provide back up if the fight drags on longer than necessary,” she told him.

“I doubt you’ll need me but go ahead,” Aries chuckled. “She’s all yours.”

You can still feel Gimena’s hand on your arm, shaking you awake.

“Hey,” she whispered. “I need to go pee. You’re coming with me as guard.”

You nod and follow her into the trees, preparing to use the knife hidden in your sleeve. She makes you walk in front of her, plotting how to attack you. She wasn’t fast enough.

You quickly whip around and fling your knife into her throat, killing her immediately. Because there was no scream, Aries thought the cannon was yours, so he didn’t panic.

If you were going to kill the careers, it had to be now. You removed your only knife from Gimena’s body and climbed into one of the trees. Hopefully only Aries would come looking. It’s hard to kill three people with one knife.

Aries came crashing through the forest a few minutes later, calling out for Gimena. You waited until he stumbled upon her body before flinging your knife into it the side of his head, directly below his ear. The canon wasn’t immediate, but it was quick.

You hopped down from the tree to retrieve your knife, only to be tackled to the ground by Floyd, the boy from 2.

“What the hell did you do four?” he shouted, pushing his spear down onto your throat to choke you. What worried you wasn’t the spear, but the fact that you couldn’t spot Hals, his partner.

You wiggled your fingers in an attempt to reach the knife but it was too far. Oxygen was leaving your body and you needed to think fast.

Your sudden growl caught him off guard, causing him to momentarily lose focus. The pressure on your throat let up just enough for you to turn your head to the side and spot Aries’ sword stuck under his body, barely within reach.

Hals arrived on the scene just in time to watch Floyd’s head roll away from his body. She let out a yell before charging at you, machete in hand. She managed to slice up your cheek, but found herself dead moments later. You had jumped on her and beaten her to a pulp, not caring that the machete was digging into your face.

Those four weren’t your first kills in the arena, nor were they your last. Nobody else in the cage with you stood a chance.

“Hey,” Finnick sighs as he enters your room. He’s still in his outfit from the interview. “Can we talk?”

You nod and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I need to ask something very important of you in the arena,” he starts and you already feel yourself getting nauseous with anxiety. “I need you to help me keep Katniss and Peeta alive.”

This request shocks you. Finnick had told you about potentially allying with 3, 7 and 12 but asking you to control yourself around a firey person like Katniss was like asking a baby not to cry near loud noises.

You shake your head at him, hoping he understands how you can’t promise him anything of that sort. In reality, you can’t even promise him that you’ll be in control of yourself enough to not hurt him.

“Y/N,” Finnick sighs. “There’s a plan to break some of us out of the arena and take us far away from the capital where we can help change Panem. But, we need Katniss and Peeta alive in order for it to work.”

“Just kill me now,” you whisper. “I can’t do any of this.”

“Yes you can!” Finnick states in frustration. “I know it’s hard but I’ll be with you the whole time. We will get through this together.”

You give him a meek “ok” to quell his nerves, but deep down you know that this wouldn’t work. You know what you have to do.

“Can you stay tonight?” you ask. This takes him off guard as you’ve never let him stay in the same room as you at night, worried you might hurt him.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks, knowing his nightmares might set you off.

“No,” you sigh. “Sorry. Forget I ever asked. Goodnight Finnick”

“Goodnight”

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[catoslvt]

▪︎Finnick odair x reader▪︎

Johanna is already your best friend.

Finnick would def call u "my love"

You can't hear other people's jabberjays

"Good thing we're allies, right?" Finnick remarks to katniss as he flashes the gold bracelet, and I basically feel my knees caving in there, and then, there's something about that man that just makes me feel like a teenager with her first crush again, except I'm not a teenager anymore and finnick has been my boyfriend for seven years.

Katniss goes to say something and finnick quickly stops her.

"Duck." He yells, and she ducks just in time to dodge finnicks spear as it flies into the chest of a tribute and instantly a Canon goes off.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on peeta fighting brutus in the water, and I gasp.

"Peeta and brutus are in the water!" I exclaim, and katniss snaps her head around before looking at peeta and brutus.

"Shit, peeta, you must have something against district two." I tell him and he stares at me confused.

"What?" He asks as we all sit down in a tree covered area.

"I mean, cato was from district two and now brutus." I say, holding back my laughter until the canons begin going off and finnick bursts out laughing.

"Guess we're not all holding hands now." He remarks and I laugh.

"You think that's funny?" Katniss asks raising an eyebrow suspiciously at finnick

"Every time that Canon goes off its music to my ears, I don't care about any of them." He answers.

"Good to hear." Katniss tells him as she reaches into her satchel from behind and pulls out a machete, which makes me grip tighter onto my sword.

"You wanna face a career pack alone? What would hamitch say." He asks her and I gasp before looking about.

"We should move." I tell everyone, and finnick stands up, staring down katniss, and I just roll my eyes before walking ahead, following behind peeta.

Peeta somehow managed to walk right into a forcefield, electrocuting him and sending him flying close in our direction.

Seeing finnick give peeta mouth to mouth is not something I expected until I realise peeta isn't breathing.

I stare in shock, not knowing what to do as finnick repeatedly gives him mouth to mouth and katniss cries his name.

Finally, he wakes up, and katniss kisses him before helping him to his feet and we instantly keep moving.

"Are you okay?" Finnick asks, and I shrug, it's hard to be okay when you can die at any minute here.

I stare at katniss as she climbs a tree before I turn to finnick.

"God, she does this a lot." I say as I lean close into his side.

"Yep." He mumbles as he wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"The arena, it's a dome, couldn't find any sources of fresh water either." She quickly rambles on but nobody says anything, I mean how could you.

As we all set up a small camp around the tree, I rest my head on a log and fall into a quick deep sleep, already extremely tired.

I rub my eyes confused to see everyone huddled round a tree.

"Y/n, come drink." Finnick calls, and I quickly stand up and run to the tree, pushing finnick to the side as I gulp down the water thirstily.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Peeta says laughing before I move away from the spout, allowing anyone else who is thirsty to drink.

As katniss and peeta fall into their own conversations, I pull myself directly next to finnick and he stares at me happily.

"Although it's shit being in the arena again, I'm glad I'm here with you." Finnick tells me and I laugh and nod.

"And I'm glad you're here with me." I reply, and he nods.

"Nothing bad will happen to you. This time, I'm here with you to make sure of that." He tells me before yawning and leaning further into the tree we're leaning against.

"Go to sleep finnick, you're tired." I mumble before kissing his cheek, and he nods his head and closes his eyes.

"I wonder how johanna is.." I whisper to finnick although he is pretty much fully asleep.

"She's fine. She wasn't in the tribute show. Good night, y/n." Finnick states before he fully falls asleep.

Suddenly feeling wide awake I stand up and walk next to katniss everdeen. The girl on fire.

"Yknow, you don't talk a lot," She says to me, shaking her head.

"Not a whole lot to say, the capitol has been displaying everything about me ever since i survived my games so." I tell her shrugging, and she smiles and nods.

"Tell me about it." She says and I laugh.

"You've only gone through it for a year. Try six." I tell her before some fog approaching us catches my eye.

"We need to go, now." I scream as I stand up, waking both finnick and peeta up as they jump to their feet.

As we all begin sprinting, my leg begins to cramp up, so I slow down, but I instantly regret it once the fog touches my back and I let out an insanely large scream as I suddenly pick up my pace and begin sprinting again.

Everywhere hurts, and now my full body is covered in horrible warts and burns, to the point where I can't even lift my arms.

I cry and scream in pain as finnick stares at me.

"Y/n! Y/n, it's okay." He cries, finnick hates when I'm upset, but due to the scorching pain, I can't stop until he washes the water over me, and suddenly, all the warts and boils are gone and I sigh in relief.

"Thank you." I gasp, smiling at him as I sit up and he smiles.

"You're welcome, my love." He whispers before he kisses me and katniss clears her throat.

"We have company.." she says, and I break the kiss and look at katniss, following her gaze towards the weird mutt things.

I grab my sword back from finnick, not remembering when he took it and I stand up in alarm.

"What the fuck is that thing." Finnick asks, following my same motions, and that's when I realise they're surrounding us.

"To the beach!" Peeta screams as he tries to run in the direction of the beach, but a monkey thing jumps on top of him, stopping him from running, and suddenly all the monkeys are attacking and I'm slashing my sword from left and right, ignoring the foul screams coming from the monkeys.

We're only two seconds from the beach when the monkeys have us trapped again. It's like a stand-off. None of us are moving, and neither are they, one of the monkeys goes to lunge at peeta and one of the morphlings step out from the tree screaming and all the monkeys jump on her, giving all of us enough time to stab them all, killing most and injuring only three or four.

"We need to save her!" Peeta screams as he lifts her and runs towards the water.

Tears prickle in my eyes as I watch as the morphing takes her last breath looking upwards towards the sky.

Once the Canon goes off and the aircraft hovers close to where peeta left her body, finnick starts fishing, and I stand close to peeta and katniss but also distancing myself enough just so that they both still have enough privacy to talk.

"She sacrificed herself for me. She sacrificed herself for me, and I didn't even know her name.." I hear peeta mumble and katniss and I both turn to face him as I step closer and suddenly I realise maybe it wasn't only us in on the save katniss plan.

"She sacrificed herself for you? Why would she do that?" Katniss asks, and I go to say something, but finnick runs over with a few fish for us to eat before he sits and begins to gut them right in front of us.

After eating my body weight in fish, katniss whispers that there's people coming and that's when I hear johannas voice and I quickly stand up, running towards where I can now partially see johanna, except she's covered in blood, but I don't care I throw my arms over her and pull her into a tight hug.

"Johanna!" I hear finnick call from somewhere behind us.

"Why are you covered in blood?" I ask johanna as I pull away from the blood, looking down at myself and then realise I am now also covered in blood transfered from johanna.

"Blood rain." She says, and I nod, pretending I understand as we both walk into the water, clearing us of any and all blood, until I hear a female voice repeat "tick tock" over and over again.

"Will you shut her up!" Johanna screams, I guess she's been saying tick tock for a while, then if she's already angry.

"Whats that wire for?" I ask beetee, and he just shrugs before katniss screaming catches my attention.

"Wiress, you're a genius! The arena is a clock!"

As we all discuss the arena, wiress repeats the nursery rhyme "hickery dickery dock" before suddenly falling deadly silent which concerns me so I quickly look at her only to see a knife being pulled out from her neck and her body falls limp.

Katniss in shock draws and arrow and quickly kills the tribute, and I now realise it was gloss from district one.

Shit, katniss is going for their full blood line.

First Glimmer and now her big brother gloss.

Quickly, I realised enobaria, brutus, and cheshmere are all trying to get closer to us, or at least that was the case until the cornucopia begins rapidly spinning sending us all flying to the floor and for the careers they go flying into the water, I grip onto any rock that appears to be sticking out so I don't go flying into the water with the careers as I also dodge weapons, bags, crates and weapon racks come flying at us.

I don't know where abouts any of my allies are, but their struggling screams make me realise they're probably in the same situation I'm in right now.

I turn my head to the side, and I see katniss beside me, grabbing johannas hand in an attempt to not fly into the water.

"Katniss, you're slipping!" Johanna screams and suddenly katniss flies from johannas hand.

"I'll go after her!" I scream as I let go of the rock and fly into the water close to where katniss was.

I must've hit my head off of a rock because my vision is getting increasingly blurry by the minute, and I can feel the cold, salty water fill my lungs before I feel a pair of arms, finnicks arms pull me out of the water onto dry land.

I sit up and begin coughing all the water from my lungs until my throat is in agony, and even breathing feels like a punishment until I hear katniss break the silence.

"You almost died trying to save me." She gasps, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I rest a hand on top of hers.

"It's what friends do." I tell her laughing and finnick looks down at me and smiles before he helps me to my feet, but that's when he and katniss suddenly begin looking around and her and finnick begin chasing after jabberjays, no matter how much we try to stop them they've fell right into the jabberjay trap.

I begin sobbing at the sight of finnick crouched over, covering his ears. I can tell that whatever his jabberjays are screaming is truly horrible.

The hour seems to drag on forever, and thankfully, the jabberjays fly off and finnick straight away grabs my hand, dragging me towards the water.

Katniss' Pov

I stare at y/n and finnick as they both sit in the water, splashing each other with it and laughing, somehow they're having a good time and I can't help but smile before turning to johanna, as I suddenly need a question answered.

"What was finnicks jabberjays?" I ask johanna, and she frowns a little.

"Well, did you watch y/ns games?" She asks me and I shake my head.

"Well, when y/ns name was drawn, her big brother volunteered for the male tribute that year in order to make sure she made it out alive." She begins to explain and I nod my head, very interested.

"He was all y/n had, her only friend up to the point where she met finnick, and in her games she watched him get brutally murdered, like one of the worst deaths you could ever imagine and she let out the most blood curdling scream, thinking about it still runs my blood cold." She then finishes and I stare at her in shock.

"So that's finnicks jabberjay?" I ask, still not too sure on why the birds picked that.

"Well, yeah, because he couldn't do anything to protect her in that time, he felt completely useless, and it's now what keeps him up at night, didn't you see the way finnick reacted when he realised y/n was still in the water? He'd sacrifice his full life and more for that girl, in fact.. we all would, but he'd do it over and over again."

Back to your pov

"I love you." I tell finnick smiling as we both stand up before we go to walk to beetee.

"I love you too." He tells me before I quickly kiss him before I hear johanna screech our names, and we quickly walk over to beetee as he explains his plan on how we can electrocute all the careers, now that is a shit way to go.

As we have to wait till midnight to make our way to the tree, I begin to make a random conversation with katniss and peeta.

"You two remember Glimmer from last years games right?" I ask and they both nod.

"Girl from one, right?" Peeta asks and I nod.

"What about her?" Katniss asks, looking quite confused on why I started this conversation.

"Gloss and cheshmere the tributes from one this year? Yeah, that's her big brother and sister." I tell them, and katniss gasps, looking interested, and peeta chuckles.

"Well, at least her big brother is with her now." He says, attempting to make a joke, but I don't really think it's funny. Remembering my brother could've been with me if I hadn't gone into the games.

"Not a funny joke, peeta." Katniss snaps shaking her head, I guess johanna told her about me and my brother, huh?

I stare in front of me, the massive tree looming over as an argument breaks out amongst the people behind me about who's taking the wire down to the beach.

"Beetee should decide. It is his plan." I interrupt, and I hear katniss groan before her and johanna walk off, and suddenly the real plan is in action

Only moments later, katniss stands in front of finnick and I, her arrow raised at us as she threatens to shoot, I dont move, I don't even breathe, and neither does finnick.

One wrong move and either of us could be dead.

"Remember who the real enemy is here, katniss." Finnick yells, and she suddenly lowers her bow and her arrow and looks up at the sky and gazes as the lightning cloud begins to rumble and flicker with small sparks and before I knew it katniss is shooting her arrow into the sky and the full arena surrounding the tree explodes, sending katniss flying into finnick and I.

The arena begins to explode and fall apart around us, scaffolding landing at our feet as I scramble towards finnick who is staring up smiling.

"Are you okay?" I question, and he looks at me and smiles widely.

"Never been better, my love. The rebellion has only just begun." He tells me smirking.

[vintagegeekculture]

The Most Beloved Adventure Novel in Thailand

If you’re Thai, you already know what I’m going to say: เพชรพระอุมา, “Petch Pra Uma,” or “Diamonds of the Goddess Uma.” A jungle adventure yarn written over 25 years, from 1964 to 1989, it is a good candidate for the world’s longest novel. And to call it inspired by H. Rider Haggard’s “King Solomon’s Mines” is a bit generous: the basic plot comes from that book, at least to start with, before it went off in its own strange directions guided by local Thai folklore. The 19th Century Adventure novelist H. Rider Haggard is widely loved in Thailand, and it is surprising that a 19th Century British colonial author is still such a significant influence. 

The story of “the Goddess Uma’s Diamonds” begins when a he-man jungle explorer skilled in hunting and hiking, Raipin Praiwan, is contracted to help discover the Emerald City in the jungles of Southeast Asia. Along the way, a young hill tribesman asks to be his expedition’s servant, only to discover that this young servant is in fact, the rightful outcast prince of the City of Emeralds. So far, this sounds absolutely identical to H. Rider Haggard’s “King Solomon’s Mines” transplanted to Asia, but where the jungle action in the novel gets strange is that it very quickly veered into the folkloric and paranormal of Southeast Asia. Haggard flirted with the fantastic in King Solomon’s Mines, but this one has a full on love affair with it. When seeking the Emerald City, Raipin Praiwan encounters forest spirits, ghosts, and intelligent, red-eyed glowing ape creatures able to use swords.

Or at least that was the first story arc. The novel was originally published in newspapers, but it was so widely popular that it kept on going well past the natural ending. To this day, Thai librarians have trouble keeping it on the shelves, and there have been numerous film and television adaptations in the Elephant Kingdom. To read the entire book in collected form now requires over 48 volumes.

One amusing part that surprises me is that it contains explicit and very casual descriptions of cannabis use. I knew....but it hadn’t quite sunk in until I read this...that the bong or water-pipe was a Thai invention (more accurately, rendered as baung). 

The funny part about this book is that Thai nerds love it and base their lives on it, getting a model rifle and machete just like the manly Raipin Praiwan’s. It’s exactly like, when lots of Western nerds get money, they buy a Walther PPK and an Aston Martin to be as cool as their hero, James Bond. I cannot help but think that if you are a cool, exciting guy like 007, you could drive any reasonably stylish car and make it look cool, it doesn’t have to be that specific one....but remember, we are deep in “cargo cult” thinking. 

Unfortunately, it is known that the author of the books is unpleasant to online fanfic authors, which leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth equivalent to learning your favorite actor is a scientologist. 

[w98pops]

So Nico's parents were Khans 👀👀👀

YES!!

I didn't really thought out them that much, Nico is a new character after all and I wanted to explore him a bit, before going all in into my obsession with writing a whole bloodline with 15 generations and personal backstories for each and everyone.

BUT. I have a silly little drawing of them ⬇️

They both were kids at the time of New Khans wipeout, first generation Great Khans. They were good friends with Papa Khan. (Pretty much the only reason Nico was allowed back in. Papa recognised the memorabilia that Nicodemus has on the hilt of his machete-sword, that one of his moms wore.)

I don't think Nico had any thoughts about his parents before the meeting with Papa, he never remembered them and the only reason he got his mom's necklace back is because Aletus won it in caravan from a legionary who participated in killing of Nico's parents.

About their death, I think Legion not in a million years could've openly confront Khans, they unknowingly found Nicodemus' moms in a vulnerable position (They were having sort of vacation, to celebrate their child's birth) and AFTER losing 12 good soldiers to raid this one house, and finding just two Great Khan women and a child, Legate and Caesar took a note of the tribe's strength, which contributed years later in the decision to try to negotiate "peace" with Khans, instead of just doing it the Legion way.

Also, in my playthrough as Wendy I did expose Legion's plan to Khans, which now that I think about it kinda doesn't make sense because at that point in time Wendy had no real agenda against the people who she literally grew up with.

I think she visited Red Rock twice, before the Fort, and after. Before the Fort she just kinda hang out, met Nicodemus and Chance, and then after her witnessing the horrors of the Legion she never faced as a child, and having a talk with her dad, she deliberately came back to convince Papa (and Nico) to drop this stuff.

Nico got some insight about his parents from Papa, came back to the Legion, got demoted from the frumentarii position because of a failed negotiation, (not crucified only because Nico is too valuable of an asset and also too heavy to lift him up on a cross) was sent to Arizona, deserted and joined the Khans.

Silly chain of consequences regarding the necklace ⬇️

Aletus just randomly won it > Aletus remembered it belonged to Nico's parents > Aletus gave Nico the necklace > Nico thought it looked like the Eye of the Providence, religious man he is, and kept it > Papa recognised it > Wendy and Papa provided Nico with information that changed his life forever > Nico is now on the right path and fixing the mistakes he made > The world is a little bit better!!

It's a bit silly and I just realized I barely talked about the question at hand and just rambled about Nico's relationship with Khans 😭 But hopefully it's fine.

Thank you so much for the ask and letting me ramble about my characters!!! Much much love 💗

[artsy-hobbitses]

This fucker took a while because I REALLY wanted to do him justice in regards to how he was originally meant to be much more of a competent foil for Sonic and listen, it doesn’t get more traditionally badass than fancy longcoats ✨👌🏼 Also the aesthetic here is much more French Freedom Fighter than a captain of the guard which I feel suits him better! 

Aurelien ‘Antoine’ Montague D’Coolette, the son of a celebrated war general and formerly betrothed to Princess Solaris Concordia Acanthus ‘Sally Acorn’ as a child, is the team’s self-proclaimed Master Of The Blade (And I say ‘blade, not ‘sword’ because he’s packing half a dozen knives on him at any point of time like a coyote Machete. The fun part is guessing which ones are for kitchenwork and which are for shanking) though a lot of his bravado ties back to a childhood lived in the shadow of his father who pushed him to become a royal cadet and be ‘brave’ when he showed ‘softer’ tendencies ie. cooking and the arts.  So when he’s got front seats to Robotnik’s bloody coup and his traitor father attempts to use him to betray the Princess, he makes the split second decision to be brave for Sally instead of his father, who now terrifies him (and is who gave him his lip scar)

As much as he adores Sally who he essentially grows up with, he comes to realise that she has no romantic interest in him, and in making it clear that their friendship has always been the greatest gift she could give him, encourages her to put duty aside and follow her heart in this regard. (They’re still very BFFs—he cooks for her, she helps him with his hair, they both trade chaste forehead/cheek/paw kisses on the regular)

He and Sonic have a bit of an argumentative bash-brothers relationship, and he likes to think that he has more sense than this feral gremlin of a hedgehog but really, when they’re busting heads together they both have ONE brain cell, and Sally’s holding it. 

Having helped care for a disabled war veteran uncle (who was more of a father to him than his own father was) as a child, he’s the first on the team who actually has an inkling of an idea on how to help Bunna-Marie ‘Bunnie’ Rabbot through her trauma and acclimatise to her cyborg limbs (he ends up building a little physio-rehab set for her and it’s in the banter of these sessions that they come to understand each other better beyond ‘uncouth lapine’ and ‘pretentious pup’)

[loserchildhotpants]

First kiss, Angry kiss-- maybe something nose breaking like the famous Brokeback Mountain scene where maybe Cas/Dean is angry at the other for doing something reckless?

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you got some making out and grinding and art in this one anon i hope u enjoyyyyyy

As a human hunter (in-training), Cas still likes to use blades. 

His form is perfect in a way that doesn’t need to be explained to Dean; he sees the way Cas crouches, bends and twists, how he sweeps his legs, how his arms snap out like venomous snakes, how he looks to be completely, gyroscopically stable, and he knows just by looking that Cas’ mastery of blades is in part, innate, and another part learned, malleable, still constantly evolving and bettering.

There’s no doubt that Cas is lethal, and he makes for a great sniper when it’s appropriate, but other guns are a bit clunky for him, he doesn’t like them, and the kick-back always makes him frown in a way that Dean thinks he recognizes as disappointment. 

There was a time that Cas could fire a gun and not feel kick-back at all, Dean supposes, because he used to be supernaturally still and solid, but now he’s human, and kick-back can fuck up a shot.

Besides, Cas is nimble, graceful, stealthy. He’s better suited to his knives, daggers, and short swords. 

He’s handling two machetes tonight, beheading vampires with a precision and bloody majesty that Dean weirdly envies. 

The issue, Dean guesses, is that because he doesn’t understand blades as well, because he doesn’t handle them as often, he doesn’t trust them as much. He wishes Cas would still carry a gun, a blunt object, a fucking chainsaw - just anything more than what he insists on keeping on him.

When he was an Angel, he didn’t have need for more than his blades, but he’s not an Angel anymore, and this case was supposed to be easy, but there’s a bigger nest here than either of them imagined.

Cas has been itching to hunt - to prove his utility, to prove a point, and Dean understands, he does, so he picked a case he didn’t think they’d need Sam for, and now they’re in Idaho backwoods, with waves of vampires waking and screeching and charging from the shadows of this forest in numbers that definitely require more than two hunters.

Dean’s swinging with a wide arc, his eyes keep skittering to Cas because he’s fucking nervous, and every time he looks over, Cas is bloodier, his clothes are more ripped up, he’s sweating now, and to Dean’s horror, a vampire built like a fucking train comes storming up to Cas, knocking both machetes from Cas’ hands, and they clatter to the ground along with Dean’s heart.

In the time it takes for Dean to suck in breath enough to scream, Cas’ fists dive into his shredded jacket, come back out double-wielding razor-sharp daggers in a backwards grip, and with baffling precision, he slices, forces them through the vampire’s neck until the head and body are separately dropping to the ground uselessly.

The scream doesn’t come, because Cas got his footing back in time, so Dean keeps slashing and bashing, keeps looking at Cas, and he watches as Cas starts meeting these vampires halfway, marching up to them like he’s got armor on and not just ribbons of a discount Hanes tee he picked up from Wal-mart.

These daggers he’s got are shorter than the machetes, they require close quarter combat, and Cas keeps charging at these fuckers, closing the distance between them in long strides, forcing them up close and personal, and Dean’s getting dizzy with worry.

The worry doesn’t do either of them much good, though - they both come out of the fight very much scathed, grimey with gore, exhausted, but also very alive with organs and limbs assembled in just the fashion they arrived in, which is luckier than Dean’s willing to look into the mouth of.

Cas is too drenched in blood to make heads or tails of visible injuries, so checking him will have to wait, but when that last vampire drops, and they’re both trying to catch their breaths, Dean suddenly, viciously, hopes he is hurt. 

He’s furious.

He stalks off, sheaths his machetes, picks up the ones Cas basically abandoned and makes his way back from where they came, assuming Cas will follow.

The Impala is parked in brush near a dilapidated shed just past the property line on some farmland; it’s the dead of night, no one’s noticed Dean, Cas or the Impala here in the dark, and to Dean’s great relief, the shed’s got running water going to the hose.

He sprays himself down and just as he’s wondering when Cas is gonna break the silence, he does.

“You’ve not said anything.”

And Dean keeps to that.

“I’m beginning to suspect that you’re angry,” Cas admits as freezing water ricochets into Dean’s fucking ear canal, “this hunt was successful, though.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dean mumbles through gritting teeth; he lets the spray hit the crown of his head, and all that red rushes down his face, neck and torso.

He throws the hose at Cas, who is worse off than him by miles with arterial spray drenching him, and Cas nearly fumbles it, clearly caught off-guard by Dean’s aggression.

“Hose down,” Dean orders, his anger still percolating into something sharper and clearer, “you’re not getting into Baby like that.”

Frowning, Cas does as he’s told; his jacket got lost in the mele and what’s on him now is barely fabric enough to wrap a wrist wound. The jeans are gonna stain that way permanently too, and those secondhand combat boots will not be going back to a light brown after this night.

Dean grabs a new shirt from his duffel, puts the sopping one into a trash bag in the trunk for later washing, and when Cas offers him what remains of his own shirt, Dean just puts it with the actual garbage.

With shame swirling low in his gut, he watches Cas shower himself, which he gets away with, because Cas’ eyes are shut against the cold pressure. He watches how the pink bloodied water cascades down his face, he watches the muscles in Cas’ neck, shoulders, arms and back flex and bunch, blood and water cascading.

There are lots of cuts on Cas, plenty of them still bleeding lightly, and there’s dark bruises too, scattered across his chest and arms, already purpling.

This was dangerous. 

This was a very close call, and he’s enraged that Cas can’t even seem to recognize how dangerous it was; he’s cool as a cucumber, and it’s making Dean’s rage ratchet up and up.

Once Cas is toweling off, Dean shoves one of his old pullovers at him, then wordlessly gets into the driver’s seat. He doesn’t turn music on, and he doesn’t ask if Cas is hungry enough that they should stop for food.

He takes them back to their motel, shoves Baby into park with too much force, and slams the car door when he leaves Cas there.

Cas follows him, of course, and once they’re safely inside, Cas shuts the door with a gentle snick of the lock, steps up behind him to touch at his shoulder, and Dean reacts without thinking. 

He smacks Cas’ hand away from him, twisting around and shoving at Cas’ chest so that he stumbles back toward the door.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“You’ll have to expand on that.”

“That was fucking reckless, Cas!” Dean shouts, a vein he thinks his father had in his forehead now throbbing on Dean’s, “you acted like a -”

“Like a what, Dean?” Cas challenges, narrowing his eyes, “like a seasoned soldier, who knows their own competence? Is that very threatening to you?”

You’re not threatening, Cas, you’re wearing my old hoodie, you’re human now.

“Okay, rushing at an insane number of vampires with nothing but some fancy knives isn’t competence, Cas! It’s reckless! It’s stupid, it’s reckless, it’s dangerous! You’re a human, Cas!”

“I know that,” Cas sneers, “I don’t need you reminding me.”

“Apparently you do!” Dean exclaims, “Cas, what you did out there -”

“I did the job.”

“You didn’t do it right!”

“I think the number of dead would disagree with you.”

“You were throwing yourself at them!” Dean yells, a hot lump of fear in his throat, “you didn’t even go back for your machetes! I couldn’t help you like -”

“I didn’t need your help!”

Growling in frustration, Dean stomps up to Cas, pushes him up against the door with his forearm barring Cas’ chest and he glares down into Cas’ ocean eyes when he says, “not your call. You wouldn’t let me just run a fuckin’ Angelic garrison my first week with wings, and you know damn well you weren’t leading this mission. I’ve got the years under my belt, I’m the human here with the most experience, I’m the seasoned hunter, Cas. What if you’d needed me, huh?”

“I didn’t, though,” Cas argues, his chest tense under Dean’s arm, “I was capable, I proved it to you.”

“You proved fuck-all but that you’ve got a death wish! What if you’d gotten hurt worse?”

“Then that would’ve been my problem.”

“Not the way I see it!” Dean argues, “what if you’d -”

“I’d have figured it out!”

“What if you didn’t!?” Dean’s eyes flicker between Cas’, “what if you didn’t figure it out, Cas? Huh? What if the swarms had kept comin’, what if those blades got fucked up, dull, or knocked outta your hands, and you’re half a nautical fuckin’ mile out from me?”

Cas is all rebellion when he holds himself ramrod straight and answers, “I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Fuck you,” Dean jostles Cas against the door, “what the fuck is your problem, Cas?”

Dean really doesn’t mean to stare at Cas as much as he does, but he thinks anyone this close to him would have a hard time not getting lost in that gaze.

Dean met Jimmy way back when, and Jimmy’s eyes were not the same as Cas’. Often, Dean thinks to himself that looking into Cas’ eyes is as close as he’ll ever get to safely seeing Cas’ true form; they’re luminescent, preternatural. There’s something about them, even now, that isn’t entirely human.

Cas isn’t entirely human, Dean figures - he’s just an Angel with clipped wings. He’s cut off from the Host, but that doesn’t mean he’s been transformed into a human soul, occupying a human body; he’s a many-eyed, feathered, incomprehensible creature locked up in a flesh prison. 

Dean keeps his arm where it is, pressing Cas into the wall, but he relaxes his brow and softens his body language when he says, “this is it, Cas. This is what the life is like with me. Sammy hated it too, but y’know what? He’s alive. So, if you hate me for it, then you hate me for it, but Hell or high water, I’m gonna make sure you’re alive to hate me. That means you don’t get to kamikaze yourself for a -”

“I don’t hate you.”

Dean’s brought up short by the way Cas’ face falls, how his eyes go from fiery to worried, how he suddenly looks small in Dean’s retired hoodie.

“Dean, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you-” Cas’ eyes jump down to Dean’s mouth, his dark, thick lashes flashing like fans when they move back up and his pupils are dilated, he licks his lips and trails off, “I…”

The way Cas’ eyes hold his gaze, the way his human heart is thudding increasingly faster against Dean’s forearm, there’s this heat pooling in his gut, there’s anticipation expanding in his chest like a balloon, he’s watching Cas’ hooded eyes, thinking, there’s no way. There's absolutely no way...

Carefully, Cas is tipping his head just so, and before he’s even really decided to, Dean’s shutting his eyes, curving his body in closer just as he feels Cas press their lips together.

The kiss starts small, shy and soft, unsure of itself because it can’t possibly be real, but then Dean’s remembering how fast those vamps were coming, how close they got to Cas, and that anger – that fear – surges in him again and he shoves himself against Cas.

There’s a muffled, ‘mmmph!’ against Dean’s mouth, but as Dean urges his tongue past Cas’ lips, it’s followed quickly by a charmingly soft gasp and then agreeable moan. 

Cas’ hands come up to Dean’s pecs, as if to soothe him, but Dean doesn’t want to calm down – he wants to swallow Cas whole like an anaconda so that nothing can get to him and hurt him. He wants to keep Cas somewhere inside him where he’ll be safe.

Dean grabs Cas’ wrists, pins them to the wall behind him and uses the few inches of height he’s got over Cas to crowd him; he presses the length of his body right up against Cas’, and his grip is too hard, he knows Cas’ hands must be going numb, and he’s pushing their bodies together too tightly, and he’s kissing Cas like he means more to bite him.

Cas takes it.

Cas gives back, even.

Virginal as he is, he excitedly, shamelessly grinds up against Dean, their buckles snag and the drag of their still-drying denim scratching together is so loud to Dean.

Cas groans and mewls lowly under him, making those gravelly, bass notes in a way Dean's never heard Cas make them before.

You’re supposed to be embarrassed, Dean thinks at Cas, knowing Cas can’t hear him, turning his head again to kiss him harder, deeper, you’re so hard. You like this, and you don’t know you’re supposed to be cool and aloof about it. No one taught you that. No one quieted you. Never change, Cas.

Awkwardly, Cas has to break for air, but they’re so entwined, they're sealed together, he can only tilt his mouth away to gasp for air, their faces still pressed together because Dean won’t – can’t – back off.

“Dean,” Cas rasps, maybe wondering what it is Dean is doing with him.

Dean doesn’t know what the fuck he's doing with Cas, so he avoids answering the call of his name by grinding against Cas again, giving him sweet friction while he kisses Cas’ chin, the corner of his mouth, seeking, seeking —

“I want to be able to protect you again,” Cas murmurs nearly inaudibly — shamefully.

“You did,” Dean tells him, tears building in his eyes as he thinks back on what he saw, on just how close a call this was, “you do. You always do.”

“No – not like I used to, not —”

“Then we can protect each other, okay?” Dean compromises, bumping their noses, pushing their foreheads together until Cas will open his eyes and look at him again, “I’m not your keeper, Cas. We can — we’ll figure it out. Just don’t make me lose you. I can’t do it.”

“I don’t know how to promise you that,” Cas admits, tongue peeking out to taste at Dean’s lower lip.

Dean closes his mouth around Cas’ tongue, pulls it into his mouth, sucks on it, crushes Cas against the wall again, and he kisses Cas until they’re both begging off for air again.

“Don’t,” Dean huffs, face flushed, hard as a rock against Cas; he loosens his hold on Cas’ wrists, lets Cas’ arms fall a little down the wall, “can’t promise shit in this life. Just tell me you’re sorry for scarin’ me.”

The sincerity must do it for Cas, because with little hesitation, Cas looks him in the eye, head bent back against the wall where he’s still learning to breathe again, and he replies, “I’m sorry to have scared you, Dean. Truly.”

Just as Dean’s eyes get hot again, his hands twitch with the need to secure Cas down to the closest surface, Cas slips his hands down their shared grip to tangle their fingers together.

He leans in and kisses Dean gently before Dean can do anything hard or harsh.

He kisses Dean again, and again, chaste, a few swipes of tongue, doing something to Dean not unlike hypnosis and eventually Dean’s being backed up into one of the motel room beds. 

The backs of his knees hit the bed, and Dean winds up with Cas in his lap, cupping his face, gazing down at him with hooded, desire-dark eyes.

He thinks Cas wants to ask something, he can see it in Cas’ eyes, but whatever it is, Cas stows it away; he pushes back on Dean until Dean’s being pressed into the mattress by Cas, and their roles have been fully reversed.

Cas holds him down, pushes against him, into him, kissing Dean like he wants to devour him, and Dean understands, he feels it too, so he surrenders. Gladly.

[sleepinginpanic]

I keep seeing that one Soul Eater trend of who’s the weapon and who’s the welder and I couldn’t help but think of Curtwen.

Now I don’t know anything about Soul Eater and honestly not a lot about weapons but I decided to draw them both as weapons instead of one of them as just the welder and the other as the weapon. Please note that I don’t draw weapons. This also isn’t a Soul Eater’s au this is just me trying to think about what they would look like as weapons.

Cw drawings of weapons

Owen’s

Ok. So Owen’s was probably easier for me. I wanted it to be a gun and also some type of blade. I didn’t want it to just be a gun because that didn’t feel right. I liked the older look of the one I picked and I wanted the blade to look more like a machete. I knew I wanted a darker more muted color palette because it felt like it fit him better. His own colors being more muted in the show. I was stuck between Gold and Silver but decided that Gold didn’t fit. Silver felt much better. The flashiness in the weapon comes to just how deadly it is.

Curt’s

(These are Hook Swords.) Curt’s color palette is based off the colors of his outfits from the musical. The red and black jacket, the white suit, the t-shirt when at his Mom’s. There’s also probably something to say here about both light and darkness but ya know. Hook swords aren’t actually that flashy looking by themselves but the moves done with them can be. They have a multitude of uses but the most basic is to block and hit. It felt right that there were so many ways to use it but truly only two basic methods.

I think the funniest part is that hook swords are used in pairs from what I can see and while the gun sword I made for Owen has two of them for double welding you only really need one.

[raiden-brannigan]

1, 2, and 3 for Raiden :D

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Ok my love for Raiden has Evolved over the years, when I got into MGS back when I was 13 it was almost entirely "oh fuckin hot cyborg guy with a sword whos just a complete badass" and while that's not an invalid reason to like a character a lot of the nuances of his tragedy never truly hit me until I got older and I'm like Oh I Know Now. Just his entire story of never truly having an identity and only ever being a tool for someone else and watching it break him down more and more until he eventually starts to find himself is so cool. Plus badass hot cyborg guy never hurts either tbh. Have you SEEN him flip a giant mech over his shoulder and the proceed to rip its arm off and fight it with its own machete limb like???? Tell me thats not the COOLEST shit ever

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

This kinda goes hand in hand with the first question but his story as a whole is so Fucked and tragic likeee watching the end of MGS2 where he throws away his dog tags and declares he's going to "find his own path" in life and live for himself only to see where he ends up in 4 and then watching him get his catharsis at the end of 4 only to be dragged into More Bullshit in Rising like from the moment he was born hes only ever been fucked by life and I'd give some "he keeps getting knocked down but gets back up again" speech but lets be real he was highkey suicidal in 4 LMAO I think the universe just needs to let that boy rest. I think I lost the question somewhere in here lmaoo tldr "favorite canon thing" just how absolutely tragic and miserable his entire life is, and how desperately he wants to just live a normal life with his family but he's been so deeply traumatized by the Everything (tm). Kojima went off with his anti-war metaphor when he made Raiden

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Honestly this one is stumping me cause like I'm having a hard time thinking about something I dislike LMAO. At first I was like, maybe the way he treats Rose sometimes? But then I'm like, it works with the story and I wouldn't change any of it, even if he's kinda a piece of shit to her here and there it fits and I wouldn't say it's ooc? Then I was like, maybe how hamfisted the whole "ripper" thing was in Rising? But then I'm like, it 110% fits the tone of the game and it would NOT be the same if they didn't commit as earnestly as they did to the over the top insanity of everything that game is. It's dumb and excessively cheesy but that's what gives MGR so much of its charm and it for sure wouldn't be as loved and meme'd as it is today if they'd dialed it back lmao.

I don't know if I'd say this is a "canon" thing but I hate that we never got to see what happened to Raiden between 2 and 4. MGS:R was supposed to bridge that gap and it was such a huge important piece to his story that we're only ever told about and I feel like it loses some of it's impact when we don't get to see any of it. Raiden goes from the way he is in 2 to this complete character change in 4 and we just have to hear about what happened when it irreversibly changed his character from that point onward (it's not a bad change, I wouldn't wish it were any different, I just wish we got to experience it)

(Send me a character and a number!)

[rocknroll7575]

Sunshine: Too Far Already

"Why are you still up?"

Vernal heard the voice from the window and was brought out of her thoughts, she grabbed her dagger and looked at who it was, and when she did, her eyes widened. He was sitting outside, out on the fire escape, and he was not in the best condition. He had bruises and cuts in certain places, his cloak was blood stained as was his shield, and her worry grew.

"What the hell happened to you!?" She cried.

Jaune put his finger to his lips, he then slipped into the room and groaned in pain before standing up straight and looking back at her

"What happened to you?" Vernal asked, her tone much quieter.

Jaune looked at her and smirked, "I-I'm fine... Ver-"

"You're covered in blood!" She seethed, "You are not fine, you're covered in blood for Oum sake!"

Jaune chuckled, "Would... would it make you feel better to know that most of this isn't mine?" he asked.

Vernal glared at him, "Get your ass in the shower, put these clothes in the basket, and put on a new pair, I'll wash them later," She told them, "Ass in the shower, now!" She ordered.

Jaune did as he was told and sets Crocea Mors on the little table, he then walked over to his bag and picked grabbed a fresh pair of clothes, and before he entered, Vernal threw him a towel, and he caught it and went inside the bathroom and took a shower. Once she heard the shower turn on and knew that Jaune was inside, she opened the door and grabbed his clothes, threw them in the laundry, and waited outside.

Her attention turned to his weapon, which lay on the table and she walked over to it and looked it over. She looked over the shield and saw the blood that was on the edges and on the face of it, she then unsheathed the sword from the shield and looked it over and saw the blade and it saw blood, or what remained of it as it appeared to be wiped away but there was still red on the blade, he would have to clean that himself. She sheathed the blade and deactivated the shield, morphing it back into a simple sheath.

She went to her back and pulled out a few things she needed after Jaune finished showering and set them on her bed, once she had everything, she zipped her bag up and set it on the ground.

Eventually, she heard the shower turn off and waited for Jaune to dry off and get dressed. After a minute or so, Jaune came out of the shower, his hair was damp and he wore a dark brown shirt and a pair of light blue jeans.

He then turned to Vernal, "Better?" he asked.

Vernal looked at him, "Almost," She said. "Take off your shirt," she told him.

Jaune looked at her confused, "Why?" He asked, "I just put this on," he told her.

"Yeah, my mistake," She said, "I gotta clean and bandage up those wounds of yours because if you had any Aura, those wounds would've healed themselves already," she said, glaring a bit.

"Right..." he said with a nod. Jaune was looking down like a child caught doing something.

Jaune did as he was told and took off his shirt and Vernal saw the number of cuts and bruises he had all over his upper body and torso. Vernal then pointed him to sit on her bed and he did so as he sat on the edge of the bed, Vernal got onto the bed and sat right behind him, her legs crossed and she grabbed a cloth and dabbed it in disinfectant, and began dabbing the cloth his wounds.

Jaune winced in pain as he felt the slight sting of the disinfectant.

earing him wince, Vernal looked at the back of Jaune's head, "How did this even happen?" She asked him. "Your semblance allows you to boost your aura, how did you get cut?" She asked him

"I... I kinda didn't focus on amping my Aura," He told her, "During the fight, I didn't focus on boosting my aura, I just... I focused on killing them, and so I... I forgot to boost my aura, some of the impacts of the bullets really affected me, that's why I got a few bruises, but I killed the ones with guns before my aura broke, but I kept fighting, and then I kept on fighting, some of them cut me with their Machete's and some picked up a few iron bars and struck me with them," he told her.

Vernal glares hardened and if she had laser vision, she'd burn a hole through the back of his head, "You let your anger get the better of you, didn't you?" She asked, her glare hardening.

Jaune didn't answer right away but then gave her a quick nod. "...Yeah," He told her.

Vernal growled and stopped cleaning his wounds. "How could you be so stupid!?" She asked, "What if they killed you!?" She asked.

Jaune shook his head, "They weren't going to," He told her.

"You don't know that!" She told him, "You aren't invincible Jaune! Just because you're a huntsman doesn't mean you're immortal! For Oum's sake Jaune, look how cutup you are! All because you were more focused on killing them than staying alive!"

"That's not-"

"It's true and you fucking know it!" Vernal yelled. "Don't tell me that isn't the fucking truth! Why can't you just admit it? You are...! You're such an asshole!" She said, her voice breaking.

Hearing her tone change abruptly, Jaune turned his body around and looked at her, worry on his face "Vernal?" He asked.

Vernal still glared at him but he could see tears begin to form in her eyes. "D-Do you have any idea how worried I was? Your out there starting a war against a whole gang! You're outnumbered and outgunned! And you choose to go out there and fight them all and you don't consider how that would make us feel! W-What if you died for fuck sake!? How do you think Oscar would feel!? H-How do you think I would feel!?" She asked.

"Vernal-" Jaune began

Vernal cut him off before he could say more, "Damn it Jaune! Why is it you!? Why does it have to be you out there killing them!?" She asked angrily as tears fell.

"Because it has to be me!" Jaune cried.

Vernal stopped and looked at him with wide eyes, slowly, her shock turned to confusion. "Wh-What...?" She asked him.

Jaune looked at her with a solemn expression, "It has to be me, Vernal," He told her, "I... I need to do this because I can't- I won't let you or Oscar get blood on your hands! I am not letting you or Oscar muddy up your souls for this! Not you two!" Jaune told her, his voice stern and angry.

Vernal glared at him because what she heard pissed her off greatly. "You don't get to decide that Jaune!" Vernal told him, "You and I know I have plenty of blood on my hands as it is! Killing those motherfuckers out there isn't going to change a damn thing!"

"It isn't!?" Jaune asked with a raised brow, his expression then turned to anger, "You know damn well that it is! If Oscar kills Malachite he won't come back from it! If you kill her..." Jaune began but didn't finish.

Vernal looked at him with an angry expression and a raised brow, "If I kill her what!? What Happens Jaune, huh!? Are you afraid I'll go back to being how I was before I talked about my past!?" She asked him, "Because if you are, you have no right to say or even think that! What happens to you if you kill her, huh!? What the fuck happens to you!?" She asked him.

Jaune glared at her, "It doesn't matter what happens to me!" He told her with a furious tone.

Vernal glared back at the blonde, and pointed her finger at him, "That's what you think! Because it doesn't matter what happens to you!" She cried, she then jabbed him with her pointer finger, "But it matters to me! It fucking matters to me! You're my partner! We keep each other safe! We watch each other's backs! Remember!?" She asked him.

Jaune looked at her and he looked back down to the bed, feeling terrible, knowing what she said was true, and because he realized he was being inconsiderate to her feelings about the whole thing.

Vernal's anger died down and her face turned to one of sadness, "We are all going through the same," She told Jaune, "Were are all dealing with Melissa's death, we are all blaming ourselves for what happened, Oscar the most! We all are angry at Spider, we want them to suffer, all three of us, do you know how hard it was for me to meet her and not shoot her in her fat face? But this... this isn't good for us Jaune," Vernal told him, her voice breaking down once more.

Jaune's expression shifted to sadness and he could feel his emotions begin to rise to the surface. Finally, he began to cry, and seeing him do so, so did Vernal. Vernal moved closer to him and hugged him and he hugged her back, both held the other tightly as their tears continued to flow.

Jaune sniffled and tried to compose himself, "We can't stop this, Vernal..." Jaune told her.

Vernal composed herself and nodded, "I know... I know..." She replied with a sniffle.

"We've already started our plan, and with the members of Spider I killed, they won't stop until we kill them all," Jaune told her.

"I know," She replied again. She then broke the hug and looked at him, but he looked at the bed, so she gently grabbed him by the cheek and moved his head to look at her. "But when the time comes, when we finally do that bitch in... we do it together, got it?" She asked.

Jaune nodded slowly, "Got it," he said, his tone still somewhat sad.

"Arc's word?" She asked.

Jaune nodded once again, "Arc's word," He replied.

"Good," She said, "Now turn back around, I gotta finish cleaning the one's on your back," She told him.

Jaune nodded and faced her fully, as she dabbed the cloth with more disinfectant and cleaned his wounds, he winced again as he felt the cloth touch another cut.

Jaune looked to the floor of the room before the front paws of the Beowulf manifested and seeing the paws, Jaune glared in anger as his head slowly looked up and when it did, he was face to face with the Beowulf, the beast's nose was only a few inches away from Jaune's face, and the Grimm looked the young knight in the eyes and it back to cackle.

Jaune glared at the beast and gave it a look, asking what was so funny, but the beast began to laugh louder.

'What have I told you about making promises you can't keep?' It asked him.

Jaune tensed up and his anger grew as he continued to glare at the Grimm.

'Stop making promises you'll never be able to keep... You can promise whatever you want on your name, swear on your life, but they'll be broken, one way or another, they'll be broken,' It told him 'It is easy to make a promise, but it is harder to keep them in this world you now live in,' The Beowulf told Jaune with a chuckle.

Jaune glared at the beast, as it continued to laugh before it disappeared, but Jaune could still hear the faint laughter of the Beowulf, and its words began to weigh heavily on his mind.

"Jaune?"

Jaune stopped thinking of the Beowulf when Vernal called to him and he turned his head, "Yeah?" he asked.

"You ok?" She asked, "You tensed up for a bit there," She told him.

Jaune nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine Vernal, just lost in that is all," He replied.

Vernal accepted his answer and went back to cleaning his wounds, and once she was finished she told him to face her and he did so, but when he did, he felt a little uncomfortable as Vernal cleaned the cuts around his stomach and chest, he knew she wasn't really paying much attention to his body, but he still felt a little bashful and a tinge of pink formed on his cheeks.

Jaune looked at Vernal and saw her concentrate on cleaning his wounds. "Hey, Vernal," he called.

"Yeah?" she asked as she remained focused on the task at hand.

"Thanks, for this," he told her.

Vernal smiled, and nodded, "I-It's no problem," she said as she continued tending to the cuts on the young blonde's chest. Unbeknownst to the knight, Vernal had a light shade of pink on her cheeks as well.

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Getting the Point (or Edge)

Does your character carry a knife?

We’ve had knives of one kind or another since the first hominids cracked rocks together to get sharp edges. I imagine we’ll still have them as long as there’s a species of humanoids around. There’s nothing quite like having a cutting edge when you need it - and little as daunting as needing it and not having it.

So depending on the time period and culture, the more important question might be, why doesn’t your character carry a knife? Or when do they not carry one? In the bed might be one place for most of us; in the bath, another.

This is apparently one of the reasons Miyamoto Musashi had a skin condition - he was paranoid he’d be ambushed in the bath away from his swords. In defense of said paranoia, he’d really ticked off a lot of people. OTOH given his usual M.O. was to straight-up demolish a guy with a wooden sword, you’d think he could have taken one of those into the bath with him!

Your character might not have a knife if they have to get through some kind of security, as anyone who’s been dragged in for jury duty or tried to catch a plane ride can attest. Though in that situation odds are that part of the time said security will have a knife. You just have to get to it....

(For self-defense. If a bad guy berserks in either a courtroom or a plane, odds indeed are that he’ll be stopped... eventually. Not so good if you’re the one he happens to. Think of something to grab!)

OTOH going into a secure area may not mean you don’t have a knife. It depends on the time, the culture, the relative status of the person coming in and the people being protected. You might let a guy with a knife in because you don’t dare insult him. Or you are trying to insult him, by implying that even armed he’s nothing to worry about. (Power move. Can end badly.) Or you might not know if he’s got a knife, because you’re demonstrating good faith by not searching him. Or it might be lunch, and everybody has knives....

So much posturing and fretting over a small pointy object. Humans. Heh.

Once you’ve established where knives are and are not, what kinds of knives are your characters familiar with? Eating knives? Carving knives? Pocketknives? Box-cutters? Scissors? Longer and more serious sharp edges like the machete, bolo, butterfly, and kukri? Each of these implies your character has different backgrounds, skills, and resources. I for one would be really interested to know where Jonathan Harker learned to use a kukri knife. Did this solid, staid, young solicitor know one of Her Majesty’s Gurkhas? Someone write me a Dracula fanfic!

Or no, you can do legal Dracula stories now....

Do your characters a favor. Stay sharp!

[twomiddlefingersforthehaters]

VOTE 2 - SASUKE

サスケ 「イタチ亡き今 やっとオレは 一人になった様に 思えた・・・ だがナルト・・・ あいつだけは斬っておかなければならない」

亡き (なき) (naki) the late; the deceased

斬る (きる) (Kiru) to kill (a human) using a blade (sword, machete, knife, etc.); to slice (off); to lop (off); to cut (off)

だけ (dake) only; just; merely; simply; no more than; nothing but; alone (e.g. as soon as, as much as); worth

一人（ひとり）(hitori) alone ; one person

Sasuke : Now that Itachi's gone, I seems like I was finally alone.... but Naruto... he's the only one I have to cut (off).

Meaning : in order to be completely alone he needs to cut off Naruto from his life.

サスケ 「オレにとって奴は・・・ 最も親しい友のままでいるからだ」

最も (もっとも、もとも) most; extremely

親しい (したしい) intimate; close (e.g. friend)

友 (とも) friend; companion; comrade; pal

Sasuke : For me, he's still/remains my extremely closest friend.

サスケ 「お前の想いは ･･･」

サスケ 「分かっている」

サスケ 「お前も··· そうだろう」

サスケ 「ナルト」

想い (おもい) (omoi) thought; imagination; mind; heart; desire; wish; hope; expectation; love; affection; feelings; emotion; sentiment; experience)

そうだろう (soudarou)

(Statement) That's right; that's what it looks like; it looks like it; (I) think so; so it seems

(Question) Is it not so?; Isn't that right?; Have you not?

Sasuke : I know your heart and you too (know mine)... Isn't that right? Naruto.

ナルト 「｡ ｡ ｡それなのにオレとやろってのか?」

サスケ 「お前だからこそだ ｡ ｡ ｡お前を切らねばならない」

やる (yaru) to do; to undertake; to perform;to harm; to injure; to kill etc.

こそ (koso) for sure (emphasize preceding word); precisely; definitely

ねばならない (neba naranai) have to do; must; should

切る (Kiru) to cut (usu. to cut through); to sever (connections, ties)

だからこそ (dakarakoso) for this reason; that's why; because

it point should be "especially because of..." or "That's why it's you... "

それなのに (sorenanoni) and yet; despite this; but even so; but even then; however; nevertheless; for all that; notwithstanding that

Naruto: And yet, you want to (kill/fight) me?

Sasuke : Especially because it's you... I have to cut you.

サスケ 「(これで…これでやっと オレは… …独りになれる) ―――じゃあ な。 オレ唯一 の… 友よ!!」

独り (ひとり) (hitori) one person; alone; unmarried; solitary; solo; single

唯一 【ゆいいつ) (yuiitsu) only; only one; sole; unique

唯一 is a combination of Kanji 唯 meaning "only" and 一 (いち) meaning "one

Sasuke: (With this... With this now I can finally... be alone) --- See ya. My one and only... friend!!

What did Kishimoto say?

696: ナルトとサスケ③ (ch.696 : Naruto and Sasuke ③)

(Spash Text) 戦い。 それは愛とちからを巡る

戦い (Tatakai) battle; fight; struggle; conflict

愛(あい) (ai) love; affection; care; attachment; craving; desire

ちから (chikara) power; strength; ability

巡る (megu.ru) to go around; to return; to surround; to concern (usu.of disputes)

Fight. This is about love and power!

(Battle. it revolves around between love and power - A battle of love and power.)