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@wolvenpugilist
Will write the father headcanon much later when it’s cooler outside. However, thinking about that... I really want to write a drabble how Sett steps into the Navori Pit for the very first time now - back when the noxians were still running it. When he was still closer to a child than a man. Will probably take forever to finish writing it though, considering that it would have an enormous word count. Might as well post it on my AO3 account then.
I think I’ll write a headcanon about Sett’s thoughts on his father tomorrow. It is no secret that he hates him - also not that he would kill him without any regret. I’ve mentioned something like this before - in the very beginning it was not like this. He had not hated his father until he realized that he would never come back. That it was his free will to disappear and leave them to rot. But as child? He had adored him, as little as he often saw him.
If they took back the pain they caused, you'd lose the strength you gained.
— Rachel Wolchin
LUXANNA GRUMBLED , leaning forward on her controls ; a yawn passing through her lips as she watched the empty horizon . eyes settled upon grey clouds . a storm was certainly brewing both her and her partner new that . her gaze now flickered to the male sat across from her . he was leaning back in his chair paying no mind to her or the darkening skies . but he seemed just as bored as she did ; after all sometimes being a mecha hero meant waiting around for beasts to show up and threaten their homelands
“ as much as i love our job , sometimes i find it so boring, “ luxanna sighed , rubbing her temples , a frown spreading across her delicate features . she couldn’t wait to get home for the night and have a nice hot meal - that’s if they had more than packet ramen back at their shared sanctuary . sharing a room with her partner was a new experience , their boss claiming it would help them work better together , much to their dislike . “ what did you want for dinner , its my turn to cook tonight. “
@wolvenpugilist / MECHA VERSE / startercall
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EVERY LIMB INSIDE HIS BODY was aching to move the gigantic Avalon from its destined lookout; to just be somewhere else. Somewhere important. Frankly, he was none to easily follow given orders – particularly since he had not been on the receiving end for so many years – and still, ultimately, he always forced himself not to do his own, damn thing. It was so very ironic that the man could laugh about it; thinking about how every step he had taken in his life, every obstacle he had overcome, all had lead him to be naught more but a mere marionette to protect their lands from the Kaiju. A land he had never cared for; for people who meant as little to him as the monsters he fought inside this gigantic bulk of junk.
Yet this was also not the reason why he fought. For whom he had risen up, first from the shadows and now in…this thing. He couldn’t care less for anything else.
ALAS HE HAD LITTLE TO NO CHOICE but to wait for something to happen; more so since he was not capable of moving this condemned machine by himself anyway. At least not the one he was sitting in for so many hours by now without saying a single word. Apparently some snobby technicians thought it would be more efficient to combine different force types by inventing this new prototype of a fighting Avalon-Mech who was operated by two – not only one – pilots. Undeniably the stupidest idea they ever had, even. And this was by long not covering everything he had to endure recently, considering with whom he had to share this duty from now and with whom he ought to share a room for whatever unreasonable reason.
HIS ANIMALISTIC EARS WERE TWITCHING upon hearing his co-pilot’s voice – albeit he tried his very best to not even bother to look at her, let alone speak with her. Unfortunately she was stubborn enough to not give up talking to him until he had at least answered. A very disturbing habit which was really going on his nerves already. The man let out an amused laugh, although there was no warmth in it. The shades of his amber eyes tauntingly stared in front of him, as if she was naught more but air. Non-existent. Unimportant. Just another marionette.
»Ah, we pretendin’ to be friends now?«
The very thought of sharing his meal with her was so very absurd, no matter who happened to be the lucky cook at the end of the day. He had not asked for any of this.
»Ya, Shortie. Want advice? Don’t bother. I’m not gonna stay anyway. «
Please tap the ‘♥’ if you want to plot with me. No max. limit, hit the like button as much as you want to! Note: My Sett is pretty dark. Perchance glance over my headcanons or my general writing first whether you’re fine with it or not.
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I prefer writing novella in plotted threads, but I can adapt to my partner’s length - so please let me know what you’re comfortable with!
DM or (even better) Discord is preferred to plot things out. So please make sure you have your DMs opened.
I have various verses I can use, please refer to my verses post. If you wish to do something else, which is not in the list so far, I’m happy to work something out. (I’ll add SG+Odyssey at some point as well.)
Plotting with me doesn’t have to involve any fighting!! Can’t stretch it enough, this muse is so much more than a “fighting machine” people often make him to be.
By tapping the heart you give me the lowkey permission to spam and poke you in asks. Cough.
This is NOT a main/shipping call, so feel free to like it without feeling too stressed about it! (Just maybe ask your actual main Sett first in case you got one since I don’t want to have a double fight in my Pit.)
Painted a b/w thing of Sett while testing out Paintstorm!
HOW HE FEELS ABOUT LIFE, DEATH & KILLING
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It was not until he set foot into the Fighting Pit of Navori that he came in contact with the touch of death – at least the unnatural death of a living being, murdered for some twisted enjoyment. As child he had easily averted his eyes as he could not understand that the cycle of life had happened all the time in front of him; that it was taken and that it was also given. Although his small family had been always considered outcasts, even when his condemned father was still with them, he had laid eyes upon deathly ill elders several times; had seen wild animals being hunted and eaten in the vast wilderness. Mayhap he had not realized back then, mostly due to his mother’s beliefs which were quite different to what he still remembered of his father’s, that naught more just be taken as needed; that everything – even the fresh air he breathed – was a blessing upon them. Yet such naïve thought easily crumbled over the years as his mother and him continued to suffer after losing his father to sudden oblivion; when he realized it was so very easy to become prey himself and be eaten up by the world itself.
Truly his mother never shook of the beliefs she grew up with – the natural knowledge of a vastayan tribe Sett could never see himself belonging to. A tribe, who he only knew by name and who he could never visit – who had forsaken his beloved mother for bearing the child of a normal man. Him. After bearing too many bruises on his own skin, hiding too many wounds inflicted by those who feared their animalistic, unhuman features from the worrying eyes of his mother, he slowly started to realize that this very world was so much crueler than what his mother had ever described. That there was no such peace nor balance; nor hope. That the world has forsaken them for being different; for being monsters among humans albeit they had never wanted more than living in solace. It was not solely out of despair – it was also pure untamed rage and hatred which started to grow in his very heart – that Sett started to use his fists to defend himself. He didn’t want to be easy prey.
Suffice to say, as soon as he saw the proper shadows of this very world – a world so full of greed, pure lust for blood and wealth, he could no longer return to be the naïve boy he used to be. Life had become naught but a farce; one he wished to overcome. Under the loud throbbing insults inside his ears as he had stepped in the arena for the very first as a mere haggard boy who had yet to know adulthood, Sett knew that the only way to life was to become one of the judges himself. Was there truly such value his mother had always told him, he pondered? Could there possibly be any value in any life when no one else seemed to see such in theirs? No, the very bitter and cold truth was that no one did care; that no one ever cared for much more than themselves. So why should he? Why should he hold back his fist, like he had started to do to not make the villagers lose all their teeth after spitting on his mother once again? Why should he bother to respect their lives when they only tauntingly despised theirs?
The answer was that he could not. He could not see any value in the lives of anyone anymore. Life’s only and true meaning was to survive it; and perchance even find some absurd enjoyment in it. So if the world wanted to hate him, he would allow it. He did no longer care. But he would make them realize that their hatred for his indifference was only making him stronger; that in the very end they would become the prey.
Sett felt scarcely any emotion when he killed his very first man in the Pit; albeit it had been an accident. For the very first time had had felt free – that he did not have to hold back what he had been hiding for so very long, for so many years. And although his own body had been covered in wounds, untrained and unfamiliar with the custom of this place, he had never felt as strong. There was no guilt inside his limbs – not like this very moment when he had used his fists for the very first time to defend himself. One part of him had died a long time ago, but now he had been reborn.
Death was only another part of life. It was decided by who as more strong-willed, of who could endure more. And frankly, all of them knew what could be coming. Even he had known it when the curiosity had led him to this place, after all the spoken warnings of his mother. It was dangerous – but also thrilling, exciting. Liberatingly so.
In the very beginning he memorized the flickering lights in the shades of their eyes to slowly fade away, as if he tried to capture the moment of their final breath for all eternity – but as the years passed the corpses piled up. He did not necessarily want to kill any of them who stepped up to fight him; but for many years his hidden abilities had been unchecked and grown wild. They were difficult to control at first, and more often he broke the person’s neck or skull by only trying out something new. There was naught left inside anymore which could show any sympathy for them, however; naught this world had ever learned him to give. They all flocked towards the pit to fight in the unbeaten champion – the beast bastard, the monster, as they would so very often call him.
And a beast – a monster - was exactly what he had become. If they were throwing their lives away, why should he want to stop them? The idea never crossed his mind only for once. Life and death – they were all the same.
T H E B O S S I S B A C K.
Sett deserves more love - did you know that? Also: I still cannot look into his tags because I still dislike how the fandom sees him skjfshfsjkgaf.
Eh, he’s a little on the small side
Might lurk a bit, don’t mind me.
T H E B O S S I S B A C K.
So, I came back and revamped the blog. The changes are the following:
☆ All Asks are deleted. Fresh Start. ☆ All RPs are dropped unless you tell me you want to continue. ☆ A new Plotting Call plus eventually Shipping Call will be made in the near feature. The old one is deleted. I apologize in advance if this might be annoying for people to press the like button yet again. ☆ Deleted most of the ooc & other unnecessary posts. ☆ New tags & I tagged everything. Everything. ☆ My blog finally has a navigation! Please use it uvu. (It has cost me nerves sjhfgsjhg) ☆ I added a short bio with some essential information. Like stated there you can find all my headcanons in my headcanon-tag so please use it well.
Yes, I’m afraid of falling in love. Okay? You make me feel like I’m on top of the world and that’s a very long way to fall.
if i start loving you now i’ll never stop (via quitethefallacy)
Reblog if you support OCxCanon ships!^^
Quick one minute sketch of Sett taken with my dumb camera :T.
