i was introducing a friend to the lore of megaman yesterday and i've found that a lot of people seem to be under the impression that Roll is a soft and pure innocent angel who could never hurt another living soul
one part of this can likely be chalked up to how women in video games have had a tumultuous history
in fact, women weren't invented until Ms. Pac-Man in 1981 and perfected in 1985 with Mach Rider
and another part can be chalked up to how on a whole franchise level the female characters are often pushed to the side for background roles and/or ship-fodder
but, moving away from out-of-universe speculation into in-universe occurrences, she helps craft multiple weapons and weapon upgrades for Megaman to use in 8
and we have surprising consistency with Roll being willing to just fucking lay people to bed even in the mainline continuity
rock is the one that became megaman, but this does not mean roll has no feelings on the matter nor that she is incapable of it.
roll is kind. roll is domestic. roll is feminine. but roll is also built from the same specs as rock.
a holstered gun does not mean an empty gun, it just means that you are not being aimed at.
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Hi all, sorry for unanswered asks, work and life kicking my ass. I have some doodles and development for the winx au that I might post in a dump, and a more finished set of drawings I HOPE I can finish this week
Ps if anyone wants to send winx screencaps for potential redraws Iâd be interested in adding that to my WIP pile (currently doing a sky one) (context appreciated in case I donât recognize/remember whatâs going on in it)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 677
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Jowd (Ghost Trick), Sissel (Ghost Trick), Yomiel (Ghost Trick), Cabanela (Ghost Trick), Kamila (Ghost Trick), Alma (Ghost Trick), Lynne (Ghost Trick)
Additional Tags: Post-Game(s)
Summary:
Some days Jowd can't see anything but the shadows of the past.
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Some days were easier than others. And other days⊠were not.
The days he saw Alma and saw blood. He couldnât see past a white face and unseeing eyes. The sharp metallic scent filled his nose. He felt the cold sting of metal and the sickening wetness warming his hands.
A nauseating intimacy in one final horrific task.
No amount of water could clean these hands. No amount of worried looks and innocent questions could shatter the image.
Strangely, it was the disapproving flick of a catâs tail that often brought him back to the present. No, she couldnât be told. Spare her.
The days he saw Kamila and his daughterâs sobs filled his ears. Stumbling words that made no sense in this world. A nightmare to take on himself.
Empty and broken promises. It will be okay. She was wide-eyed and terrified as he left her alone with only misplaced thoughts for her safety. Liesâit wasnât okay and it never could be. His last attempt at protection failed her.
He failed her in the beginning just as he failed her in the end and she was pulled back in.
There was relief in Sisselâs presence so often at her side. She was protected, better than what he had done.
The days he saw Cabanela and saw the glint of moonlight off a gun. Words taunted him in their shining honesty, taunted him in how very wrong he was and his mistaken certainties crumbled in the confines of a pocket watch.
The man, the⊠friend sprawled over a chair, battered, bloodied and no less determined. Undeserved joy and trust spoken with a weakened voice that betrayed none of his conviction.
What had he possibly done to deserve such acts? How could he possibly make up for those lost five years?
Sisselâs words still rang in his mind, difficult to accept. âHavenât you? Havenât we?â
The days he saw Lynne, freshly made detective, and heard the fierceness in her voice over the phone line. Endless undeserved calls while a small part of him bitterly savoured that connection and the reminder of what he had done.
Her face worried, but eyes lit with determination as they sped toward the pier. The nod in silent affirmation as he passed her the watch and another task she should never have had to bear.
She didnât need to know either, yet he was often aware of the ghostâs presence around her, still aiding in a continued but silent partnership.
The days he saw Yomiel and saw the desperation in every word and action. The day he lay still in the grass. He never pulled the trigger, but he may as well have.
A ten year ploy, vengeance and pain, a five year timeout but pulled in just the same. Actions that should never have been were intertwined.
There was a comforting awkwardness between them and a slow shift to something else. There was understanding in words that didnât need to be said. New lives and old memories.
And Sissel on Yomielâs knee, yellow eyes piercing him. âWe know.â
Some days were harder than others. And other days were not.
The days the house filled with cheerful talk, laughter and liveliness. When Almaâs voice washed over him and her arm wrapped gently around his. Lynneâs head cocked in curiosity before she puffed out a sigh at whatever convoluted absurdity Cabanela had just weaved before she was drawn in with a grin. Kamilaâs delighted giggles were music to his ears as Missile bounded around her and she teased him with varied toys.
The day a knock at their door revealed the younger couple, one gaze turned away behind dark shades and a nervous set to his shoulders. There was a shy but warm smile on his companionâs face as she greeted them.
A sudden black streak resolved itself in Sissel weaving around their legs. Yomielâs startled expression slid into a smile as the pair were invited inside and Sissel rested in his arms.
And some days were to be treasured above all others.
Back to using markers again! And finally showing some characters the love they deserve (and probably won't get from anyone else once the books come out...)
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you canât fuck duo, heâs a superhero of superjustice who made his way to earth purely in search of evil energy.
now i could make the obvious joke about superhero comics and how they handle sex, but the fact is that he crossed galaxies looking for evil intent and just kind of stopped by earth as another step in his investigation. heâs a cop (a Coitus-Opposed Person) who saw suspicious activity and put on the siren lights on his car and went on over to find evil energy.
yeah, you saw that, right? you saw that heâs looking for evil energy? heâs not looking for fuck energy.
he's not here on vacation, he's not here looking for a thrill or for a mingle, this isn't a fun resort for him to ogle all the folks in swimsuits posing all sexily, there isn't an intergalactic mile-high club where you can find a new planet to boink on and he's eyed earth in a reverse star trek situation where he's boldly going where no dick has gone before, he's not trying to do something else to do aside from hit evil with his fist. his very, very big fist. you know what they say about dudes with big hands? they say "stop right there, criminal scum".
basically, he's a part of the intergalactic police except instead of fighting criminals he fights the source of all crime ever, the INTENT to do crime. unless you've got your sexparts hidden in a sensitive place, as in the place where you hold your sensitivities, youâre not fucking this space cowboy. heâs got peace and justice and dreams and other good feelings to spread with his fist. it might take two to tango, but duo isn't gonna be part of that. one is the loneliest number, and hope rides alone.
But you canât convince me that RubySpears Proto isnât. That man definitely fucks!
Now whether or not he likes getting pegged or doing the pegging is beyond me. But either way, he definitely fucks.
i may not be able to convince you, and that is fine. some people can live in blissful ignorance. but i must inform you the fact that you are wrong, this man has never seen a single sex in all his life.
if the prototype robot that light and wily was working on before wily threw a tanty was the basic bitch default version of protoman, then it turns out his primary objective is not to get laid but to start shit and cause problems on purpose. which is honestly a pretty admirable start of life and provides a consistent character arc through the series. but let's say that's not him, which is honestly a viable theory, and let's look at the protoman in the now as he is.
and as he is? well, he's a fucking virgin. in the "emphasizes the word virgin" way, not "a virgin who fucks" way, which is an oxymoron. he talks like he does, acts like he does, jokes about it like he does, he'd probably tell you about how he lost his virginity in a wacky over-the-top way. and eventually you'd realize he doesn't actually know what sex is and he's talking about the first extra special weapon he equipped. which wasn't a titty or a penis, btw. the first time we see him get an extra weapon on-screen, it's the super arm, and you try fucking with that and there's gonna be a fistful of problems.
he's one of those goobers who thinks he knows all about sex because he's read a bunch of hentai and so that means he's an honorary Fuck Master just waiting to blossom, and then starts quipping witty double-entendres with a seductive voice layering the attitude of a man who thinks he's fucked in spirit, but the moment you show him a single ass he just curls up and starts quivering. and you can't fuck that.
