Gundam Wing is an anime. 49 episodes of politics and giant robots and stock footage of explosions in space. XD I'm not sure if you'd like it much. It's not a bad show, and I really enjoy the characters, but it's OLD by now and I think the fandom kind of snowballed a lot so it makes the show seem objectively better than it actually is? if that makes sense.

I like how Vriska seemed ready to change herself for John and how he just believes in her. It's a bit sad that I don't love Vriska herself, or I'd probably ship it all over the place.



... oh fine i'll spoil you a bit. XD

"Karkitty is really happy we can keep our humans, hmm?" Nepeta chirps in your ear, and you flinch and try to shake her off, but she has somehow become a horrorterror-lioness while you weren't paying attention and all her suckers are glued onto you.

It's too late, you will never escape. You keep trying anyway. "What the hell are you on about? No, wait, I don't want to know, it won't make sense anyway, it never does, your thinkpan is rotted through with cat puns--"

"The purrocious lioness didn't really want to give them back either. Jade gives the best scritches! And John will play with me for hours, and, and Rose is sort of scary-looking but she knitted me a new hat that one time I lost my old one, and..."

"--tell you, this was an advance war party, why else would they be so far from all troll territories, I know they roam but never in such big packs, there were over thirty of them!--"

"--hell, there was a reason we settled so far inland--"

"--they had humans with them, fucking pieces of shit trollsucking traitors, serve as guides no doubt--"

"... and I'm glad we're keeping them."

Nepeta's arm goes tight, claws pricking your biceps. For a second you almost expect her fucking purrbeast-ear-shaped horns to droop, that's how down she looks like.

That's how down you feel.

"Yeah," you mutter, and you look away. "I suppose I'm. It's. Probably better that way."

Nepeta's frown melts away and she smiles at you all eye-crinkled and dimpled-cheeks, it's disgusting. You put your free hand on her forehead and shove her off.

"For now! They might still choose to leave later. That'll be fine. Whatever."

You really should have kept the wagon, instead of leading it back to the village after the three humans on it had absconded at high speed, shouldn't have bothered trying to be good neighbors to those diarrhea-speckled ass-wipes. You admit the sixteen of you make for a pretty impressive strike force, but who'd ever believe Egbert's barkbeast friendliness hides murderous intent?

(Come to think of it he'd make a terrifying laughssassin.)