*You are no longer allowed to be a member of society, and I am reducing my husband count to 2.*
*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!*
*I'm sorry but I have never liked and can never like MHA*
*Hey, MHA is legit pretty good in the first few seasons, the protag just sucks and the fanbase should be purged.*
*...no it's not. It's dry, poorly paced, and the characters are nowhere near deep enough to create meaningful arcs*
*The fights though? It has a lot of interesting powers, some good speeches, and the characters get deeper with time, like any other anime. Also, All Might is the Might Guy of MHA.*
*All Might has to be one of the worst examples of the "The Strongest" trope. While some fights and some abilities ARE interesting, the writing is merely passable and the characters remain shallow despite the efforts of the showrunners to give them artificial depth*
*Because he’s a poor example of the strongest doesn’t make him a bad character, by all regards he is more than his strength, he’s meant to be a hero everyone can turn to when things get sour like spiderman. I admit the show isn’t the greatest, not even near top ten new gen, but it isn’t terrible either. If we want to talk about characters without depth we can always look to Naruto, or characters wasted just go to JJK. All shows have bad parts to them, no show can be flawless, other than Gurren Lagaan.*
*Gurren Lagaan is amazing, but not flawless, as much as it hurts me to admit it.*
*Unfortunately, I’m not sure if I would have wanted the show to be longer, Kamina is peak big bro.*
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
"I do in fact, hateful girls ain't they. Lower level creatures." He laughs, tilting his head.
"No, I do not want that but I am asking to talk to him then you can go back to whatever you do." He grumbles.
He sighs “They’re still family, an’ I don’t tolerate slights on my family, but I’ll let that one side by fer yer sake.”
“Oh that’s would be lovely, but I’m in control, and unless you take me out of it, I’ve got the wheel in my hands.” The chain shortens, putting the blade in their hands.
"For my sake, how lovely." He exhales smoke from behind his mask.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "You are making this hard for me."
He chuckles at their sarcastic nature “I doubt I could beat ya, but hurtin’ ya is somethin’ I’m confident I could do.”
He puts the broken blades edge to his wrist “Oh I just love to do that.” He then cut the arm, but instead of blood, firing comes out, quickly closing the wound.
"I doubt I could stand against you, you seem pretty powerful all things considered but you are also one guy with a few people on the side." He chuckled.
He tilts his head, looking bored. "Don't make me hallow this ground."
He blows a ring of flaming smoke into the air, before drinking from his flask “Now, I don’t want ta argue somethin’ we can just see fer ourselves.” He says, smiling softly.
They roll their eyes “You’re no fun, fine. Geralt can have his body back, but not his memories.” And with that, Geralt has control again, and looks very confused.
"I suppose." He lifts his mask, lighting a cigar.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, not saying anything.
He picks up his hat, putting it back on, blowing another ring of smoke “Don’t ruin my marriage will ya? From one man to another.”
Geralt looks up to them “Oh hey Samaritan, is something wrong?”
"Mn, I'll see how I feel. She ruined a lot for me." He bares sharp teeth that stretch down the back of his throat.
"Okay.. you know who I am..." He mutters and crouches down "Are you alright?"
He puts his celestial glove to his brand, making it sizzle slightly “Anybody who holds a grudge ends up dead or they give it up, that’s how it is.”
He looks at him confused, as if he doesn’t remember what just happened “I… think so? Is something wrong?”
"No we ain't because your (GP) doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut." He chuckles, rolling his shoulders.
Samaritan's own eyes begin to blaze as he chuckles "Make it possible."
"Unless ya want a bullet where ya brain used ta be, I'd cut it on the barbs fer now." He says, chuckling back, he can take a joke, putting away the spare cig "Do ya know my sisters by chance?"
"Oh I can't do that, or really, I can and just don't want to. And don't try to exorcise me or anything, unless you want Geralt gone too!" He continues to cackle, looking into their eyes as Geralt's orange hair bursts into flames.
"I do in fact, hateful girls ain't they. Lower level creatures." He laughs, tilting his head.
"No, I do not want that but I am asking to talk to him then you can go back to whatever you do." He grumbles.
He sighs “They’re still family, an’ I don’t tolerate slights on my family, but I’ll let that one side by fer yer sake.”
“Oh that’s would be lovely, but I’m in control, and unless you take me out of it, I’ve got the wheel in my hands.” The chain shortens, putting the blade in their hands.
"For my sake, how lovely." He exhales smoke from behind his mask.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "You are making this hard for me."
He chuckles at their sarcastic nature “I doubt I could beat ya, but hurtin’ ya is somethin’ I’m confident I could do.”
He puts the broken blades edge to his wrist “Oh I just love to do that.” He then cut the arm, but instead of blood, firing comes out, quickly closing the wound.
"I doubt I could stand against you, you seem pretty powerful all things considered but you are also one guy with a few people on the side." He chuckled.
He tilts his head, looking bored. "Don't make me hallow this ground."
He blows a ring of flaming smoke into the air, before drinking from his flask “Now, I don’t want ta argue somethin’ we can just see fer ourselves.” He says, smiling softly.
They roll their eyes “You’re no fun, fine. Geralt can have his body back, but not his memories.” And with that, Geralt has control again, and looks very confused.
"I suppose." He lifts his mask, lighting a cigar.
Samaritan narrows his eyes, not saying anything.
He picks up his hat, putting it back on, blowing another ring of smoke “Don’t ruin my marriage will ya? From one man to another.”
Geralt looks up to them “Oh hey Samaritan, is something wrong?”
"Mn, I'll see how I feel. She ruined a lot for me." He bares sharp teeth that stretch down the back of his throat.
"Okay.. you know who I am..." He mutters and crouches down "Are you alright?"
He puts his celestial glove to his brand, making it sizzle slightly “Anybody who holds a grudge ends up dead or they give it up, that’s how it is.”
He looks at him confused, as if he doesn’t remember what just happened “I… think so? Is something wrong?”
The Brand hisses but grins despite the burn "Rude are we? She owes me forty years of her life."
"Oh, don't worry, it's all fine- you aren't the first, actually. Making animated mannequins with more limbs than usual isn't something often associated with good guys." She chuckles a bit to herself.
They both laugh, comforted by the sense of humor "They are very beautiful though, simply equally terrifying to witness wandering through the woods." The brother says, the sister crossing their arms across their chest and nodding.
"Thank you! I based them all off of older designs for... well, that's not important. I try to make them all unique." The mannequins have started to wander once again, though many of them still watch the two.
"You may want to... do something to them that may make them less menacing, there are people of this world... less understanding of such things." The sister suggests to them, trying to remain polite, not paying attention to the rest.
*Sorry about the delay*
"I've thought of that before... but I'm not sure as to what I'd change. I could give them faces, but that might accidentally make them more menacing... I'll think about it." She produces her notepad and pen again, jotting down something on an empty page.
“Maybe giving them more faces, but not making the faces seem… uneasy… or entirely blank. Maybe you can-“ She begins to make suggestion after suggestion, her brother simply facepalming and silently listening to them both.
She continues to jot things down on her paper, listening intently. "Yes, yes, I'll be sure to keep that all in mind. Oh, would you like to see some of my older designs I based them off of?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Oh, don't worry, it's all fine- you aren't the first, actually. Making animated mannequins with more limbs than usual isn't something often associated with good guys." She chuckles a bit to herself.
They both laugh, comforted by the sense of humor "They are very beautiful though, simply equally terrifying to witness wandering through the woods." The brother says, the sister crossing their arms across their chest and nodding.
"Thank you! I based them all off of older designs for... well, that's not important. I try to make them all unique." The mannequins have started to wander once again, though many of them still watch the two.
"You may want to... do something to them that may make them less menacing, there are people of this world... less understanding of such things." The sister suggests to them, trying to remain polite, not paying attention to the rest.
*Sorry about the delay*
"I've thought of that before... but I'm not sure as to what I'd change. I could give them faces, but that might accidentally make them more menacing... I'll think about it." She produces her notepad and pen again, jotting down something on an empty page.
“Maybe giving them more faces, but not making the faces seem… uneasy… or entirely blank. Maybe you can-“ She begins to make suggestion after suggestion, her brother simply facepalming and silently listening to them both.
She continues to jot things down on her paper, listening intently. "Yes, yes, I'll be sure to keep that all in mind. Oh, would you like to see some of my older designs I based them off of?"
She smiles wide, sitting next to them “I certainly would. Such interesting designs must come from somewhere.” The brother also comes to see, actually interested in this part.
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
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*Unfortunately, I’m not sure if I would have wanted the show to be longer, Kamina is peak big bro.*
Xan smiles and allows it, ******* his hair behind his ear.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Samaritan narrows his golden eyes "Try that again and I'll turn you into tomorrow's lunch menu."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He puts his celestial glove to his brand, making it sizzle slightly “Anybody who holds a grudge ends up dead or they give it up, that’s how it is.”
He looks at him confused, as if he doesn’t remember what just happened “I… think so? Is something wrong?”
The Brand hisses but grins despite the burn "Rude are we? She owes me forty years of her life."
"A bit but I'll worry about it later." He sighs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She continues to jot things down on her paper, listening intently. "Yes, yes, I'll be sure to keep that all in mind. Oh, would you like to see some of my older designs I based them off of?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Cut for Salem.*
“I… want to help my sister, she’s sick, and I have been looking for something to help her… for so long.” He sighs, looking to the sky.
Isaac smiles back "want something to eat?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
She smiles wide, sitting next to them “I certainly would. Such interesting designs must come from somewhere.” The brother also comes to see, actually interested in this part.
*alright, guess not*
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hi Alaric!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(hi Alaric)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"You annoyed a friend of mine. Riotan is his name. I tend to see a lot and I saw some things I don't like."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused