#necare

"And like the warmth and the peace that the youth would never know, it would forever be beyond his reach."

And every.

Single.

Last.

Fucking.

Time.

He fucks it up. "yada yada killsteal yada yada" and not ONCE do they bring up the child abuse. Holy fucking shit. How is it that HALF of this fandom (the half that write fanfic) can pick up on the child abuse, but as soon as it gets to a guy with a microphone and basic editing software, suddenly Mortarion's childhood was some kind of innocent thing where he had a "are we the baddies" moment where he discovered that Necare was actually--gasp! Evil! And that maybe Mortarion had more in common with...humans?!?1?!

Like holy fucking shit

How can so many of these people get this wrong

How many times do we need a description of a man torturing a child before people on YouTube will ask their audience "what effect do you think that torture and abuse might have had on a child?"

Heimos would notice, but he wouldn't judge. He's not the type to point out things that might make someone uncomfortable unnecessarily. The Keybell needing to use their hands to determine directions would be an unnecessary thing.

Violo wouldn't notice it at first. Not until he finally asked the elementals what the pauses were. Then, he'd absolutely be a relentless tease, clinging onto the arm in the direction he wants you to go in, stating that you should always just come his way anyways, so don't worry about it.

Vivere will find it cute and loom up behind the Voidlight. If they take too long, he'll tap the hand that's in the direction they need to go before grabbing it and pulling them along.

Necare would notice and find it cute as well. She wouldn't tease the Greatsmith about it, but she would probably start putting up little signs in her home for assistance.

Have you ever given the idea of baby Mortarion? Teen angry Mortarion? Mortarion young man ready to save his planet and beat the crap out of Lords of Barbarus.

Congratulations on your followers!

Thanks so much!! And I have actually— in the buried dagger it talks about how necare whipped child morty until bone was exposed and I think about that daily... My poor boy ..

Had it really been two years? Huh, time really did fly by when you were in love.

Those were the somewhat muddled thoughts Naegi had upon waking, blinking to escape the haze of warmth lingering in his mind. With Kotose tucked into his arms and sleeping peacefully, he could see the glint of a ring on their finger, the pale blue gem sparkling in the light of Christmas morning. Hmm, perhaps he should take them out to dinner tonight? Unless of course they had already gotten the chicken bucket...

Ah well, that’s alright. He’s already bought a shopping spree’s worth of cute clothes for them, so once they’re awake they can go try them out. Then they can see what the day has for them...

{ ☼ }

Why was it always him?

What had started out as a day with a gentle breeze soon turned into one with whipping winds, and Zane had made the brilliant decision of taking an evening flight. A downward wind sent him spiraling down, his magical wings smacking his face.

And then he crashed into some poor sap below.

【黒魂】==> It was rare for Kuro to really, truly sleep. So when he heard the barely audible noise of someone creeping closer to his bed, he was awake in a second.

As soon as he moved, the person quickly retreated. An assassin, most likely. Sent by a rival oyabun, or one of his many other enemies to do him in.

How foolish.

Kuro uttered those words to get his would-be killer to turn around. It was time to play.

“It’s not?” Kuro spoke softly, voice smooth as butter. “You were sent to kill me, were you not? Well, here I am. Completely alone and defenseless, in a rural house far away from other people.”