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- Location
- Neko City
I'd like to dedicate these songs to Chez and other catgirls:
The Other Path [RWBY SI] [AHOIAC AU]
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Chapter Ninety
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Chapter Ninety
It was a fine morning in Atlas. The sky was so blue it hurt to watch, the temperature was a pleasant minus nineteen, and I was currently watching a blond-haired girl one year my senior wolf down what amounted to the mother of all breakfasts.
"They don't have food this delicious in the school cafeteria," Elsa said after taking a sip of hot milk. It was a diner of sorts. One of those that wouldn't be remiss in any typical American city, where the waitress would bring you refills and working-class people would come and go for some pancakes, some eggs and bacon, and a quick cup of boiled dirty water they'd call coffee.
I had owed her a piece of toast, but I reckoned a breakfast was within my budget. I was starting to rethink it, though, if nothing else because she was going through the menu like some kind of ravening locust swarm.
"I'm pretty sure the pancakes are the same kind," I muttered back, giving a bite into my own breakfast. It was too early to make long, complex and polite conversation. They tasted just the same. If nothing else the syrup was perhaps only slightly more syrupy.
"Tells me what you know about the proper way of cooking pancakes," Elsa retorted with a huff. The eggs on the side were eaten in one swift gulp. She sighed in bliss. "You know the way into someone's heart is through their stomachs?"
"If you say so," I mused. "But you did hear what my teammates said, didn't you?"
"Meh," she shrugged. "Big bad Wren Schnee needing to be protected from evil women and their wicked clutches," she grinned. "Sorry to say that you're not my type. I'm just in it for the free breakfast."
I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't make sense. The academy offers a free breakfast, and lunch, and dinner."
"Yes, sure, but it's not good," Elsa insisted. "This one's way better."
I shook my head. I sipped a glass of tea, and then I glanced at the waitress refilling my cup not two minutes after I had emptied it.
I would never finish my tea if she kept coming back to fill my cup. Seriously!
Still, the place was indeed quieter than the dining hall, and I could use a bit of silence in my life once in a while. I'd probably bring the team around another day. When Elsa was finally satiated, I fished out my wallet to pay for the breakfast and we walked out. The crisp morning air was as freezing and chilly as I remembered.
I yawned, feeling a bit of tiredness creep into me. I could take a nap within the archives.
"How did you like the place? Want to come back another morning?" Elsa asked.
"And wake up at this ungodly hour again? No, please no," I grumbled. "Atlas is many things, but not a city meant to be traversed in the early hours of the morning. There are bird popsicles sliding down the streets."
Elsa shrugged, "The cold-"
"Never bothered you anyway?" I dryly finished for her, receiving a blink of her eyes as she smiled.
"How did you know? Did Ivy corner you yesterday? Whatever she said about me it's either all true or all false, depending on how much good there was in it," Elsa cheekily answered, and I simply shrugged.
"I just guessed, I'm a good guesser," I answered as another, bigger yawn escaped my mouth.
Seriously, I was many things, but an early riser I was not. Or well, it depended. If I could sleep, I'd gladly sleep an hour more than one hour less.
"There you are!" a voice snapped, catching my attention and forcing me to concentrate on the current deadly situation. Zhelty's heels clicked on the cold asphalt. "You thought you could escape, uh, well, too bad!" she grabbed hold of my wrist within seconds, "Can't believe it-we do all that shit the day before and you don't even much more than a note saying you're going out for breakfast. Some people would-"
I absentmindedly waved goodbye to Elsa, who had a slightly contrite look.
She was probably trying to cajole me into buying her breakfast for tomorrow too, or something of the sorts. Still, Zhelty's save came at just the right time. I barely made it into the Specialists' Archives before dozing off peacefully on a pile of papers still to sort.
The importance of my work when compared to that of everyone else was so great that nobody came to bother me through the morning. Chez was actually the one who should have woken me up for lunch, but instead preferred to just nestle atop me and fall asleep too.
It was Zhelty once more that woke us both up, looking as pissed as ever, but with two dinner trays filled with lunch. She had her own settled in perfect balance atop her head, and the thought I had in the back of my head was never spoken aloud for fear that she might hear it. Then again, the smaller one was the better one's balance, no?
"I just had a feeling you thought something hurtful considering my height," Zhelty grumbled, glancing back at me. "You do know I'm going to hit my growth spurt soon, and then you'll be the one being sorry when I eat on your head, yes?"
I chuckled at that, placing my dinner tray on one of the archives' many tables. Apparently people could come by and actually read the reports if they so wished, but nobody ever did. "If you get taller than me, then I'll let you eat on my head as many times as you want," I said trying to sound as serious as possible. "Where's Gorm, by the way?" I asked next.
"He was busy taking new bets in," Zhelty sighed as she sat down. "By the way, how do you feel about rocks?"
"They're...rocks?" I muttered back.
"Well, good to know," Chez snickered. Her ears twitched slightly. She glanced back, and then raised her head to look atop a few drawers. I turned to look in her same direction, but saw absolutely nothing. A hand tapped my shoulder a second later, and I turned just in time to get a spoonful of something thrust in my mouth.
I nearly choked on it.
"Say ah~" Zhelty said trying to sound amiable.
"No fair!" Chez grumbled next, realizing what was going on. She grabbed hold of a carrot-piece from her fish main plate, and slammed it through my teeth before I could as much as gasp.
"Gurk!" I gurgled.
I swallowed before dying from asphyxiation, and then took a deeper breath still. "All right," I grumbled. "What's going on? The two of you have been awfully possessive. And it's not normal."
"Well, duh," Chez rolled her eyes. "Wren, we're going to be third years soon. If we're not stacking the points up now, when are we supposed to?"
"Really, you can be so dumb sometimes," Zhelty mused. "How will you ever manage without someone to keep your life in check? You need structure and discipline in your life, Wren," her voice sounded so much like Winter's that I had a brief image of Zhelty with a white-haired bun, and the image was as horrifying as the sight of the Apathy.
"Please, come back Zhelty," I said, a hand on her shoulder. "Please don't go towards the lawful side of the Huntsmen. Please!"
"Yeah, I didn't agree to share with grumpy no-fun Zhelty," Chez pointed out from my side, "And anyway, we're not going to be staying in Atlas once we've graduated, no?"
Silence settled as Chez said that.
Zhelty looked surprised. "I-" Zhelty swallowed. "I don't know-If I can make enough money, I could-I could send some back home and never have to worry about my father's shop."
Chez grimaced, and her ears flattened against her head. "I have my tribe to go back to," she whispered. "They sent me to train so I would learn how to protect them-I can't abandon them."
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I want to see the world instead," I mused. "In all of its wonders, and all of its madness."
"Then...what are we supposed to do?" Zhelty mumbled.
"Perhaps nothing, perhaps something," I acquiesced. "Does it matter where the road goes..." I glanced at Chez.
"If you don't know where you are, or where you want to go?" Chez finished, looking a bit bitter. "You shouldn't remember only the silly sad stuff I say. I say a lot of silly happy stuff too, Wren."
I took a bite out of my own meal, and sighed. "What I'm saying is-" I swallowed the mystery meat of the day and thoughtfully prayed for it to be chicken, and nothing else but chicken, "Our lives should be about makes us happy. I mean, as much as I keep being embarrassed about it, I would rather you both had happy lives. We've been joking for a long, long time...but if the best option for your futures is for me to refuse you both, then I will, and without a second of hesitation."
I sighed, "Your lives are yours to live. Maybe we're just being sappy teenagers and once we hit the road to adulthood we'll realize we were just being fools," I snickered at that. "The path is so long ahead of us...do you really want to put it in jeopardy for a hardheaded moron like myself?"
It was Zhelty who spoke first, "Duh," she punched my arm. "Shut up."
"Yeah, Wren, shut up," Chez went next, punching my other arm. "Where there's love there's a way for everything!"
"And it's not like you need to have someone be by your side twenty four hours a day, seven days a week," Zhelty retorted. "Seriously Wren, you're too sappy and morose. Did a sad tarantula bite you or something?"
I sighed, and then chuckled. "Guess you've got your lives squared out better than mine."
"Men are so stupid sometimes, nyah," Chez said, grinning like a loon.
"I think it's only Wren. He goes from zero to stupid incredibly quickly," Zhelty retorted.
I grumbled as I took another bite of my lunch. There was no winning an argument when they collaborated together, absolutely no chance in hell. So I ate my lunch in silence and spent the reminder of the afternoon finishing the sorting of a new archive.
My Scroll buzzed just before going for dinner.
It was a call from Elsa, of all things.
"Yes?" I said, sounding puzzled at the suddenness of it all.
"Hey!" Elsa's voice came from the other side, "I was thinking-My teammates are making me feel bad for having eaten all that stuff when it was only a toast I lost-so, how about I make it square and invite you out for some good old clubbing?"
"Clubbing?" I replied, sounding quite skeptical. There were clubs in Atlas? Well, duh. What kind of a stupid question was it!? There were Clubs in Vale, there had to be Clubs for young men and women to dance the night off and engage in heavy drinking and psychedelic-like music.
"Yeah! You and your team spent most of your time here cooped up taking exams and now you're basically free, so...Clubbing!" Elsa said. "Modern music, stiff drinks, sexy girls and boys, I don't judge-and I get to chaperone you and earn a cut for every person I bring."
I blinked at the honesty of her words, and sighed. "Very well," I said. "I'll tell my team."
"Cool! Tonight at eleven by Atlas' docks. There's this place called Chez Penguin. You can't miss it. I'll be waiting for you there! If you're lucky, maybe we can even get some dancing done together," she giggled at that, before closing the call.
I just stared at the Scroll signaling the end of the Call.
I was...honestly puzzled. Was it something in the water of Atlas that made her so forward? I should perhaps mention that I wasn't looking for a relationship just there and then. Maybe if I did, she'd stop.
Still, Clubbing.
I had never gone Clubbing in Vacuo. I hadn't been to any Club in Vale. And now...
Chez and Zhelty had gone already once in Vale, so they were the ones with actually more experience on the matter.
There was no choice.
I'd need a clubbing outfit.
I'd need...to go shopping for clothes.
Do you remember, Gorm, when we fought side by side during the Vacuan Sales War against the hordes of Barbarian Mothers?
To battle, my brother in arm. We must march, we must fight, we must-right, Atlas has actually a functioning economy and a Supermarket. My bad.
It was a fine morning in Atlas. The sky was so blue it hurt to watch, the temperature was a pleasant minus nineteen, and I was currently watching a blond-haired girl one year my senior wolf down what amounted to the mother of all breakfasts.
"They don't have food this delicious in the school cafeteria," Elsa said after taking a sip of hot milk. It was a diner of sorts. One of those that wouldn't be remiss in any typical American city, where the waitress would bring you refills and working-class people would come and go for some pancakes, some eggs and bacon, and a quick cup of boiled dirty water they'd call coffee.
I had owed her a piece of toast, but I reckoned a breakfast was within my budget. I was starting to rethink it, though, if nothing else because she was going through the menu like some kind of ravening locust swarm.
"I'm pretty sure the pancakes are the same kind," I muttered back, giving a bite into my own breakfast. It was too early to make long, complex and polite conversation. They tasted just the same. If nothing else the syrup was perhaps only slightly more syrupy.
"Tells me what you know about the proper way of cooking pancakes," Elsa retorted with a huff. The eggs on the side were eaten in one swift gulp. She sighed in bliss. "You know the way into someone's heart is through their stomachs?"
"If you say so," I mused. "But you did hear what my teammates said, didn't you?"
"Meh," she shrugged. "Big bad Wren Schnee needing to be protected from evil women and their wicked clutches," she grinned. "Sorry to say that you're not my type. I'm just in it for the free breakfast."
I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't make sense. The academy offers a free breakfast, and lunch, and dinner."
"Yes, sure, but it's not good," Elsa insisted. "This one's way better."
I shook my head. I sipped a glass of tea, and then I glanced at the waitress refilling my cup not two minutes after I had emptied it.
I would never finish my tea if she kept coming back to fill my cup. Seriously!
Still, the place was indeed quieter than the dining hall, and I could use a bit of silence in my life once in a while. I'd probably bring the team around another day. When Elsa was finally satiated, I fished out my wallet to pay for the breakfast and we walked out. The crisp morning air was as freezing and chilly as I remembered.
I yawned, feeling a bit of tiredness creep into me. I could take a nap within the archives.
"How did you like the place? Want to come back another morning?" Elsa asked.
"And wake up at this ungodly hour again? No, please no," I grumbled. "Atlas is many things, but not a city meant to be traversed in the early hours of the morning. There are bird popsicles sliding down the streets."
Elsa shrugged, "The cold-"
"Never bothered you anyway?" I dryly finished for her, receiving a blink of her eyes as she smiled.
"How did you know? Did Ivy corner you yesterday? Whatever she said about me it's either all true or all false, depending on how much good there was in it," Elsa cheekily answered, and I simply shrugged.
"I just guessed, I'm a good guesser," I answered as another, bigger yawn escaped my mouth.
Seriously, I was many things, but an early riser I was not. Or well, it depended. If I could sleep, I'd gladly sleep an hour more than one hour less.
"There you are!" a voice snapped, catching my attention and forcing me to concentrate on the current deadly situation. Zhelty's heels clicked on the cold asphalt. "You thought you could escape, uh, well, too bad!" she grabbed hold of my wrist within seconds, "Can't believe it-we do all that shit the day before and you don't even much more than a note saying you're going out for breakfast. Some people would-"
I absentmindedly waved goodbye to Elsa, who had a slightly contrite look.
She was probably trying to cajole me into buying her breakfast for tomorrow too, or something of the sorts. Still, Zhelty's save came at just the right time. I barely made it into the Specialists' Archives before dozing off peacefully on a pile of papers still to sort.
The importance of my work when compared to that of everyone else was so great that nobody came to bother me through the morning. Chez was actually the one who should have woken me up for lunch, but instead preferred to just nestle atop me and fall asleep too.
It was Zhelty once more that woke us both up, looking as pissed as ever, but with two dinner trays filled with lunch. She had her own settled in perfect balance atop her head, and the thought I had in the back of my head was never spoken aloud for fear that she might hear it. Then again, the smaller one was the better one's balance, no?
"I just had a feeling you thought something hurtful considering my height," Zhelty grumbled, glancing back at me. "You do know I'm going to hit my growth spurt soon, and then you'll be the one being sorry when I eat on your head, yes?"
I chuckled at that, placing my dinner tray on one of the archives' many tables. Apparently people could come by and actually read the reports if they so wished, but nobody ever did. "If you get taller than me, then I'll let you eat on my head as many times as you want," I said trying to sound as serious as possible. "Where's Gorm, by the way?" I asked next.
"He was busy taking new bets in," Zhelty sighed as she sat down. "By the way, how do you feel about rocks?"
"They're...rocks?" I muttered back.
"Well, good to know," Chez snickered. Her ears twitched slightly. She glanced back, and then raised her head to look atop a few drawers. I turned to look in her same direction, but saw absolutely nothing. A hand tapped my shoulder a second later, and I turned just in time to get a spoonful of something thrust in my mouth.
I nearly choked on it.
"Say ah~" Zhelty said trying to sound amiable.
"No fair!" Chez grumbled next, realizing what was going on. She grabbed hold of a carrot-piece from her fish main plate, and slammed it through my teeth before I could as much as gasp.
"Gurk!" I gurgled.
I swallowed before dying from asphyxiation, and then took a deeper breath still. "All right," I grumbled. "What's going on? The two of you have been awfully possessive. And it's not normal."
"Well, duh," Chez rolled her eyes. "Wren, we're going to be third years soon. If we're not stacking the points up now, when are we supposed to?"
"Really, you can be so dumb sometimes," Zhelty mused. "How will you ever manage without someone to keep your life in check? You need structure and discipline in your life, Wren," her voice sounded so much like Winter's that I had a brief image of Zhelty with a white-haired bun, and the image was as horrifying as the sight of the Apathy.
"Please, come back Zhelty," I said, a hand on her shoulder. "Please don't go towards the lawful side of the Huntsmen. Please!"
"Yeah, I didn't agree to share with grumpy no-fun Zhelty," Chez pointed out from my side, "And anyway, we're not going to be staying in Atlas once we've graduated, no?"
Silence settled as Chez said that.
Zhelty looked surprised. "I-" Zhelty swallowed. "I don't know-If I can make enough money, I could-I could send some back home and never have to worry about my father's shop."
Chez grimaced, and her ears flattened against her head. "I have my tribe to go back to," she whispered. "They sent me to train so I would learn how to protect them-I can't abandon them."
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I want to see the world instead," I mused. "In all of its wonders, and all of its madness."
"Then...what are we supposed to do?" Zhelty mumbled.
"Perhaps nothing, perhaps something," I acquiesced. "Does it matter where the road goes..." I glanced at Chez.
"If you don't know where you are, or where you want to go?" Chez finished, looking a bit bitter. "You shouldn't remember only the silly sad stuff I say. I say a lot of silly happy stuff too, Wren."
I took a bite out of my own meal, and sighed. "What I'm saying is-" I swallowed the mystery meat of the day and thoughtfully prayed for it to be chicken, and nothing else but chicken, "Our lives should be about makes us happy. I mean, as much as I keep being embarrassed about it, I would rather you both had happy lives. We've been joking for a long, long time...but if the best option for your futures is for me to refuse you both, then I will, and without a second of hesitation."
I sighed, "Your lives are yours to live. Maybe we're just being sappy teenagers and once we hit the road to adulthood we'll realize we were just being fools," I snickered at that. "The path is so long ahead of us...do you really want to put it in jeopardy for a hardheaded moron like myself?"
It was Zhelty who spoke first, "Duh," she punched my arm. "Shut up."
"Yeah, Wren, shut up," Chez went next, punching my other arm. "Where there's love there's a way for everything!"
"And it's not like you need to have someone be by your side twenty four hours a day, seven days a week," Zhelty retorted. "Seriously Wren, you're too sappy and morose. Did a sad tarantula bite you or something?"
I sighed, and then chuckled. "Guess you've got your lives squared out better than mine."
"Men are so stupid sometimes, nyah," Chez said, grinning like a loon.
"I think it's only Wren. He goes from zero to stupid incredibly quickly," Zhelty retorted.
I grumbled as I took another bite of my lunch. There was no winning an argument when they collaborated together, absolutely no chance in hell. So I ate my lunch in silence and spent the reminder of the afternoon finishing the sorting of a new archive.
My Scroll buzzed just before going for dinner.
It was a call from Elsa, of all things.
"Yes?" I said, sounding puzzled at the suddenness of it all.
"Hey!" Elsa's voice came from the other side, "I was thinking-My teammates are making me feel bad for having eaten all that stuff when it was only a toast I lost-so, how about I make it square and invite you out for some good old clubbing?"
"Clubbing?" I replied, sounding quite skeptical. There were clubs in Atlas? Well, duh. What kind of a stupid question was it!? There were Clubs in Vale, there had to be Clubs for young men and women to dance the night off and engage in heavy drinking and psychedelic-like music.
"Yeah! You and your team spent most of your time here cooped up taking exams and now you're basically free, so...Clubbing!" Elsa said. "Modern music, stiff drinks, sexy girls and boys, I don't judge-and I get to chaperone you and earn a cut for every person I bring."
I blinked at the honesty of her words, and sighed. "Very well," I said. "I'll tell my team."
"Cool! Tonight at eleven by Atlas' docks. There's this place called Chez Penguin. You can't miss it. I'll be waiting for you there! If you're lucky, maybe we can even get some dancing done together," she giggled at that, before closing the call.
I just stared at the Scroll signaling the end of the Call.
I was...honestly puzzled. Was it something in the water of Atlas that made her so forward? I should perhaps mention that I wasn't looking for a relationship just there and then. Maybe if I did, she'd stop.
Still, Clubbing.
I had never gone Clubbing in Vacuo. I hadn't been to any Club in Vale. And now...
Chez and Zhelty had gone already once in Vale, so they were the ones with actually more experience on the matter.
There was no choice.
I'd need a clubbing outfit.
I'd need...to go shopping for clothes.
Do you remember, Gorm, when we fought side by side during the Vacuan Sales War against the hordes of Barbarian Mothers?
To battle, my brother in arm. We must march, we must fight, we must-right, Atlas has actually a functioning economy and a Supermarket. My bad.
Is that you Shirou?
Do you get banned from the place if you say any profanity? Does it also need a parent's consent if you're below 18? Will it shutdown after a few years and gaining meme status?
Madou Sutegobana
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- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
You just happen to resemble an imaginary friend she had as a child, Wren. One going by the name of Shade Night.
And now you have succeeded.
Thanks for showing them how it's done. Seriously, that was one of the most disappointing moments in the early series.
That last quote is, uh, from the other thread.
Here's the problem with simultaneously writing two different stories about the (technically) same SI, Shade. Someone was inevitably gonna get their timelines mixed up.
- Location
- Portugal
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
Elsa, let. Me. Go. Seriously, we're square, so just let it go.
"Bismillah, no we will not let you go!"
- Location
- Florida
Rule Two: Modifying another person's quote to use the term 'trap' when it is a slur not permitted on this website is not appropriate.
FTFY
In other news, I find myself vaguely disliking Elsa in a way I don't dislike Chez or Zhelty, despite Elsa actually being slightly less annoying than the other two.
- Location
- Italy
Makes sense. Chez and Zhelty have had much interaction, we know them, they do dumb shit of course but we saw that they're good at what they do, they do listen to Wren when it matters (Battles), and all that.
Elsa, however, just kind of appeared some chapters ago, conned (if it can even be called that, Wren's just such a bleeding heart at times) Wren for breakfast, seems to be hitting on him or being confused on why he's not trying to hit on her, and we know little about her. One of the few things we know about her is that she does this with people rather often (The mooching part).
We haven't really seen any positive sides of her, so there's not much reason to like her.
Kuriboh
Self Insert Junkie
- Location
- Ohio
You make an excellent point.
Also it seems that Shade-EA released a anime character pack that is juuuusssssttttt different enough to not be sued.
Also the second, I was half expecting Elsa's team to have Anna, Kristoff, and Sven as a reindeer fanus. I like this one better.
Please ignore me if I got your intention wrong in this bit, but just an FYI: 'trap' when used to refer to Trans or crossdressing people is a slur, and the forum rules recognize it as such.
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- Elsewhere
This is just the result of a perfectly tuned Idiocy Engine.
A critical tool for any protagonist.
After all, when you need something stupid, you need it now.
Nobody wants to wait 20 chapters for a bad idea.
Wren: Clubbing, you say?
Elsa: Yes! See, we've found this beach full of baby seals-
Wren: (oh how I don't miss atlas)
Wren: (take me home sweet vacuo)
Elsa: Yes! See, we've found this beach full of baby seals-
Wren: (oh how I don't miss atlas)
Wren: (take me home sweet vacuo)
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Silver W. King
King of Adventures
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- The Nasuverse
Please don't. It's an anime term referring to a specific trope. It has nothing to do with real life people or events.
And in the concept used, it is referencing the star wars meme of Admiral Akbar of shouting "IT'S A TRAP!" about an unexpected enemy attack, thus as Mestre explained Elsa is secretly Cinder's agents, whereupon Legionary Guard added the extra insinuation that she's secretly a guy, or a futa for further comedic shenanigans, before moving onto on commenting that he doesn't like her actions where he wouldn't mind them in Zhelty or Chex due to familiarity with them, where Elsa came out of nowhere acting too familiar and interfering with character dynamic already established.
Situation explained. Jokes dissected. Joyed killed.
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- Location
- Malaysia
This fic is becoming a high school battle harem. No!!! Where is the constant paranoia that accompany Shade's story? Are Shade-EA selling them as DLC now?
- Location
- Just passing through.
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- He/Him
Nah, it's just that all the negativity is being absorbed by his other story, creating a black hole of yanderes.
And here we are, over and again.
- Location
- Australia
stop
Good morning, friends. Allow me to explain something to you.
Trap is a slur we don't allow on SV. Yes, it's a slur, yes, it's been prohibited here for literally years now, and it's even specifically used in the rules as an example. We've had Staff and regular posters have that screamed at them IRL as an insult and worse, so it's not just a fluffy anime term because it's used that way on some sites or forums.
This has come up before. I'm just going to reuse the words one of our directors used in a similar case a while ago: The term isn't a mystery. A lot of the trans people we have on SV are themselves otaku and familiar with the term, the character type it refers to and so on. It's not some mystery that they, or us for that matter, had never encountered before.
Moreover because we are familiar with the term we can say that the idea that it's not a bad term is somewhat naïve. Even setting aside that it's a gay panic joke where the gay panic has subsided somewhat, the character type itself - the otoko no ko - is very often used in pornography that sexualizes young boys or is pretty much rape. It's not all Juns and Totsukas. Moreover, it is not uncommon for transwomen to be treated like they're actually crossdressing men who catch men in insidious gay sex traps, so they're understandably sensitive about this. Considering the inherently negative connotation in the word 'trap', its origins as a gay panic joke, and the concerns of a significant portion of our userbase, we don't allow the word to be used.
That will be all.
Carry on.
Good morning, friends. Allow me to explain something to you.
Trap is a slur we don't allow on SV. Yes, it's a slur, yes, it's been prohibited here for literally years now, and it's even specifically used in the rules as an example. We've had Staff and regular posters have that screamed at them IRL as an insult and worse, so it's not just a fluffy anime term because it's used that way on some sites or forums.
This has come up before. I'm just going to reuse the words one of our directors used in a similar case a while ago: The term isn't a mystery. A lot of the trans people we have on SV are themselves otaku and familiar with the term, the character type it refers to and so on. It's not some mystery that they, or us for that matter, had never encountered before.
Moreover because we are familiar with the term we can say that the idea that it's not a bad term is somewhat naïve. Even setting aside that it's a gay panic joke where the gay panic has subsided somewhat, the character type itself - the otoko no ko - is very often used in pornography that sexualizes young boys or is pretty much rape. It's not all Juns and Totsukas. Moreover, it is not uncommon for transwomen to be treated like they're actually crossdressing men who catch men in insidious gay sex traps, so they're understandably sensitive about this. Considering the inherently negative connotation in the word 'trap', its origins as a gay panic joke, and the concerns of a significant portion of our userbase, we don't allow the word to be used.
That will be all.
Carry on.
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- He/Him
I wonder if there are Fate Stay Night EXP inspired characters here that Shade will show. Would be highly amusing to see Shirou or a servant like Lancer here.
- Location
- Portugal
Archer and Lancer, as partners.
Well aside for someone above, and me after he pointed out. There is a slight chance, that Rin is actually an Expy of a female Shirou from fate stay and night or a female Shirou of a previous shade fate fic
- Location
- Venezuela
Or follow the way of Alexander: "To the strongest"