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eroguron0nsense · 6 months

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Looking for confirmation of this weirdly widespread belief that Law was originally intended to be a villain?

I hear a lot of people who make One Piece content arguing that Law was probably originally meant to be an antagonist and that Oda only changed this because of how popular he was, and it's... baffling? I know that Oda introduced them kind of on a whim on Sabaody and didn't expect to integrate them into the series anywhere near as much as they did, but the substantiation for this theory seems to be that "Law spends a lot of time smirking in Sabaody and has a scary epithet" which I understand but I personally think seems pretty lacking since, well,

Law isn't the Supernova in Sabaody who actually gets the most villainous foreshadowing, with much more emphasis being placed on Kidd's willingness to murder civilians, and even though he gets a kind of freaky ability he also frees Jean-Bart from bondage and has fucking adorable polar bear friend who he has a funny rapport with and it instantly makes him and his crew seem more appealing? I get that the Dr Heart Stealer theme and his general pre-Marineford/Postwar demeanour *might* lend to that interpretation but the vibe I got from Law was less "genuinely sadistic" and more "this is a shit-eating stoner pirate in his early 20s". He's definitely very different from post timeskip Law and even Marineford/PostWar Law, and has a few mildly menacing lines/loosely implied Doflamingo connection, but I hesitate to say that he was originally conceived of as a villainous character based off extremely limited information and I think that interpretation requires you to ignore certain aspects of Law's character in the arc he's introduced in that might conflict with it. Again, I absolutely think Oda realized that he could make Law a more popular or thematically/interesting character or that he liked the new conception of Law and started writing him differently, but I doubt Oda hard-pivoted from Villain Law to making him a kinda morally ambiguous cool guy character halfway through Sabaody/right after we met him just because of some initial positive fan reception. Edit: I also feel like this stems from how he's described based on secondhand descriptions in newspapers who are very clearly framing him as a criminal? And people just forget that the World Government's descriptions of their enemies (e.g. Devil Child, Surgeon of Death) are not and never have been meant to be taken as 100% reliable or reflective of their characters

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #sabaody archipelago #marineford #one piece timeskip #eustass kid #donquixote doflamingo #as much as I love post time skip law with all I am I low-key want to see him on as much coke as he was doing in Sabaody

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jaggy-ya · 6 months

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he. him ahahahahahh. i’m very normal about him i promise

#one piece #op #kid pirates #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #sabaody archipelago #sabaody #love of my life #he’s perfect

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duskgryphon · 3 months

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various things with @/ottosbigtop's ocs :]

#gryph.png #trolls #trolls oc #queen barb #trolls john dory #fray and the archipelagos #oc: ignis #oc: hob #bruce's old drag group... really good i love them a lot :]#also more with . one. of them ^-^#not yet though. that's a bigger project #ahhhhh #oc: fray #oc: cub #oc: argo #oc: breeze #okay 👍

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alsoyooraiyah · 6 months

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Suddenly thinking about Kaeya’s feelings when he finds out that Diluc sold their father’s mansion (which I’m assuming was also their childhood home) without telling him or even asking for any input—or if he did, just pushing through with the sale even though it sounds a lot like Kaeya would’ve been against it. That we got to see Kaeya’s viciousness in action in response to that in Venti’s story quest, and how upset he must be to actually be that outwardly venomous.

#ragbros man i love them…#i want to get into diluc’s head once he realizes how much it upset kaeya that he did that. like what was he thinking when he did that??#like. he doesnt realize how sentimental kaeya is abt their childhood until that moment in golden apple archipelago right??#but its not like diluc to not care. i think hes guilty about it and how hes treated kaeya but he just has no idea how to really #navigate his feelings… idk man. its wild.#im so glad that those two are getting along better as time goes by + diluc seems to be reaching out to his fellow aristocrat friends #or theyre the ones reaching out and he’s not against it. he seemed as happy as hes willing to let on in that one art of him with #eula and jean. wish kaeya was there but shdjshs oh well…

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bagelscarlet · 6 months

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Art Dump

#god i love women #transfem #trans poc #196 #art #digital art #trans art #ramona flowers #scott pilgrim vs the world #luffy #monkey d. luffy #straw hat luffy #op luffy #op #one piece #sabaody archipelago #marineford #Bagelscarlet art

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bungod-hearth · 2 years

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Golden Apple Archipelago traveling experiences

#genshin impact #golden apple archipelago #mona #fischl #jean #barbara #klee #this event is so fucking funny I love the family vacation dynamics

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simplegenius042 · 8 months

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Music Monday & Last Line Tag

Tagged by @poisonedtruth

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @direwombat @voidika @g0dspeeed @adelaidedrubman @chazz-anova @cassietrn @deputy-morgan-malone @strafethesesinners @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @strangefable @derelictheretic @wrathfulrook @inafieldofdaisies @minilev and @jillvalentinesday

Paul Yellowjack is a character who has gone through many changes. He started as Silva's first real father figure, a teacher who raised her on morals to live by, protected her from Adam when the poor-excuse of a man wanted her back, and lead his people in a revolution against their violent oppressors on the Archipelagos. Ultimately, after the massacre though, he ended up as a tragic fallen hero whose core morals corrupted when put through tragedy after tragedy, leaving bitterness to take his heart and (regrettably) lash out at the world, before Silva could restore his hope again. Left down a dark path for so long he can no longer return as the man Silva once knew (even if there are shades of him deep inside the villain he has become), and sadly neither wishes him to, Paul because of his self-loathing, Silva because of the pain he inflicted on her. There is a longing between them, but both have gone down two different paths, with no way to return to one another (or at least, that's what both believe). I believe this song reflects his turmoil perfectly. I'll probably explain in the tags.

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"I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again They've always been so kind But now they've brought you away from me

I hope they didn't get your mind Your heart is too strong anyway We need to fetch back the time They have stolen from us

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on, doing the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise Shouldn't talk about it

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on, doing the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise Shouldn't talk about it Shouldn't talk about it

Coldest winter for me No sun is shining anymore The only thing I feel is pain Caused by absence of you

Suspense controlling my mind I cannot find the way out of here I want you by my side So that I never feel alone again

And I want you We can bring it on the floor You've never danced like this before We don't talk about it Dancin' on, doing the boogie all night long Stoned in paradise Shouldn't talk about it

And last line for The Years In Hope County, which is getting pushed for possibly next week.

"We've come a long way. You've come a long way," Elsa tells [Sylvester], downing the latte in her hands like shots at the Fairgrave's bar, "You may not see it but... we're already honouring them, just by being alive."

#far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #oc: paul yellowjack #fic: the years in hope county #oc: elsa omar #so with paul and silva one of their favourite pass times was dancing #and their dance was always a way for them to feel connected with each other and express their familial affection to one another #however the “dance” as described in the song has changed #“you've never danced like this before” being a euphemism for “you've never desired to kill me before”#who “they” refer to are those who have “stolen” silva away from paul especially now in his villainy #that being the residents of hope county and her remaining family like elsa + persephone and allies like gavin and kamski and etc #“coldest winter” and “no sun is shining” refers to both literal examples #like the archipelagos #as well as metaphorical #like his emptiness and loss of silva #“we don't/shouldn't talk about it” refers to both the lack/loss of communication between silva and paul #and paul's guilt preventing him from acknowledging and processing the event that completely destroyed any chance of recovering silva's love #“i cannot find a way out of here” is essentially being unable to escape his eternal servitude to zachariah the orchestrator #“you're heart is too strong anyway”#paul acknowledges that the morals he and others' had taught silva has made her defiant and against his attempts to bring her into villainy #(which also stops silva from giving up and is part of the reason she refuses to join eden's gate and their violence in the future)#it is something he can't help but feel pride and relief from #there's more but you can probably come to your own conclusions on what those are #Youtube

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pufftastic · 1 year

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Fischl, Prinzessin der verurteilung!

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magistralucis · 8 months

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The Lantern Fair [Zultanekh/Djoseras snippet]

(More of the same fic I was writing in this post. After Szarekh imposes peace on their dynasties, the two princes roam a festival together and talk kindly side-by-side. The inspiration for this scene borrows from a flashback Trazyn has in The Infinite and the Divine, a wish-lantern ceremony to hail good health for the new year. Lantern fairs are a very familiar aesthetic to me (I'm Asian), and I wanted to draw something from that mood, that bright and breathless nowhere. More below cut.)

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It was like how he'd claimed, over the peace treaty they signed, that the next time they spoke it would be to greet Djoseras as dynast. In truth, that never came about, because they did meet again shortly afterwards. Szarekh's peace had far-reaching consequences. All the way over in Gheden, at a New Year's festival, did the two princes meet once more - where among the lords of a hundred dynasties, he recognized Djoseras right away.

"Hail to you, fair kynazh! Come alone, then, or with Oltyx in his splendid magnificence?"

It's a miracle what being in neutral territory can do, as haughty as the Nihilakh are and were. Helps to keep things objective.

Here is a catalogue of their last mortal meeting. Zultanekh is portly and handsome, Djoseras slim and graceful. Zultanekh wears rich warm fabrics, Djoseras cool and plain. Zultanekh is fond of the finer things in life, and would never say no to a sparkling goblet of sulphur-wine, while Djoseras is perfectly at home with a glass of tea. ("That's different," he'll protest when Zultanekh inquires if he does not drink with his brother, "Oltyx is my warrior's life.") In the company of others Zultanekh is a mirthful giant, a bold and booming and vivacious fire of a man; Djoseras, on the other hand, is a soft-spoken august creature, dark-haired and dark-eyed like a well kept secret.

Those eyes fix into his now. "Come together, and he is splendid indeed." Djoseras's voice is as stoic as ever, before it sharpens a little and his eyes flash with warning. "But I must tell you now: there's no room for two on the throne of Ithakas, no matter your fox-cunning."

That's his red hair again. The Crown Prince laughs. "Zultanekh gave you his word, did he not? He will not reckon with your brother. It is not Zultanekh you ought to worry about, but the admirers from your coreworlds, which he appears to be accumulating at a rapid pace."

He nods towards the square. He hardly needs to single out Oltyx among the crowd; ever since the younger scion came of age, he has been much wooed and courted, evidenced by the many lords surrounding his person. Standing closest to him is an exceptionally beautiful youth, turning heads by virtue of his existence, yet with eyes for Oltyx alone. ("The heir to the House of Aetis," Djoseras will explain later, betraying the slightest distaste in his tone, "on Sedh. His radiance is well known, though 'tis a pity to shine in a fringeworld.") The prince's sidelock has been cut and he is sturdier than ever, standing proud as a war hero ought to stand.

A fine sight, but a time come and gone for the older ones. "Already it does men our age no good, all this posturing and flattering. Be reassured that Zultanekh prefers a calmer soul. After all, is it not peacetime?"

It ought not to work, this level exchange of words. Peace does not become the necrontyr. Even so, Zultanekh is rewarded when the kynazh's expression softens in response. "Then it is not just you, since a dose of calm will do us all good," he muses, before - finally - a little smile breaks through. "I wish you luck in finding it, Crown Prince."

Not the thin blade-edged smiles of war. A genuine one, soft and slightly modest.

"Oh, I shan't struggle. Ithakas is a rose-garden even in winter."

He wants to see how far he can take this. If Djoseras was being his fastidious self he'd have pointed out that's the Nihilakh, with all the bright lights and vast nocturnal gardens surrounding them at present, but he has not. Zultanekh's eyes hood over with daring, and not a small amount of pleasure, as he steps forwards and offers his hand. "Since this is no place for our aged souls, Kynazh Djoseras, and the youth are content where they are - what say you to a walk?"

Djoseras glances down at it. Looks away, silver robes shimmering as he walks straight past him.

Stops, some eight steps ahead, before turning around.

"For once the Crown Prince would best lead." He says, and grins, sending love's long-lost shock though Zultanekh like a catastrophe.

For a moment he stares, heart stirred to breaking point, before collecting himself. Outwardly it's as if nothing happened. But for once, he feels he can do naught but follow.

Let it be known that Gheden that night was a phantasmagoria of wonders. Along every quarter incense burns sweet upon altars, and the whole place is lit up like the sun, though the winter be cold and dark. As the princes walk through the Lantern Fair they are shined upon like dialectics, turquoise like polar night against Zultanekh's red, the gold mellowed by Djoseras's silver. They spend long stretches of time in silence to take it all in, but spend just as long in deep conversations. Lost between a hundred dynasties, for this one night they might talk man to man - and there's a surprising amount of the world they see alike.

They see other things too. Other people. High up on a ziggurat they glimpse their host, the lead archivist of the Nihilakh, playing senet with the famed diviner of the Sautekh. Now that's a pair seething to strike like vipers one moment, yet are as thick as thieves the next, couched in some arcane understanding afforded by mutual experience. The young could stand to learn from them. They trade silent bows with the Overlord of Pyrrhia, who is alone and melancholy as always. Perhaps he will be so until the end of the world. Zultanekh points out on a balcony the nemesor from the East, the one who oversaw their peace treaty, fanning himself slowly as if he's seen it all. Djoseras expresses some misgivings about his commoner vargard, not in that he's present but that he is idle, nestled faithfully by his master's side. "That may well be the nemesor's wish," Zultanekh suggests gently after they've passed by, for it did not escape his notice how content the pair looked. The Crown Prince has a generous heart for enjoyment. "Does heka preclude rest, Djoseras? No, it does not. He has every right to command it as much as he would action, and to do so tonight makes sense."

Djoseras sighs, exasperated. "They are too leisurely out here in the East, it is unorthodox; it shall be their detriment." What follows, however, is no moral judgement on the nemesor nor the vargard, but a surprisingly vulnerable confession. "I have thought... much about this peace of Szarekh's, in the time we have been apart. Doubtless he wishes for us to be at ease. The necrontyr have ever wished for a purpose, and it would not do to carry our many grudges into it. Yet I do worry about where that leaves us, whether in his pursuit of his great purpose he will erase all of ours. Will we remain how we were after this war? Or will we be subsumed - dissolved - vanished into this calling of the Silent King?"

"Might we not change but remain ourselves?" Zultanekh does not give much thought to those things. He's had the privilege of not needing to, it's true - it's not the Ogdobekh who are concerned about their independence, nor how to define themselves - but for most part, it is simply due to his easygoing nature, confident in every course Anathrosis set them upon. "If not for Szarekh's treaties, would Zultanekh have believed that he would one day walk the same road as the prince of Ithakas? To agree on peace was itself a shift in our ways of thought. Who's to say we cannot permit more?"

"But I do not wish to be changed. I should like to remain myself, thank you very much."

It is clear his answer displeases the kynazh, although he does not have the will to pursue it strongly. After all, it will be millions of years before Zultanekh will understand Djoseras envied him this night, and lamented he could not be the same. Djoseras pauses, his cheeks flushed with rare emotion (Zultanekh admires the height and curve of them quietly), before he glances up at Zultanekh and all is calm again. "I apologize, Prince Zultanekh. It's just that we have been shaped by war, my brother and I. Knowing that we go from there to another war, I..."

A lock of hair has fallen across his forehead, disturbing the surface. Zultanekh longs to brush it back for him. "I do not know whether to call that change, meaningfully speaking."

"If it would reassure you, I can say this much: between the old gods and fair Djoseras, Zultanekh knows whom he would rather have as his enemy. Is it not meaningful that the nature of the combatants is different?" Zultanekh smiles then, and bids the kynazh stand closer; there's a group of Nihilakh lords passing by. It's not quite hand-holding, but Djoseras does not refuse him when Zultanekh touches over his shoulder, which feels like victory enough. "Like you, I was forged by war. I am curious to see what follows it. Say that Szarekh has his way, that the Old Ones are defeated - will we choose peace again, or disorder? I do not know, but I am eager to find out."

"Eager?"

"Yes. Perhaps some day, you will see the excitement in it too."

#warhammer 40k #the twice dead king #zultanekh #djoseras #trazyn the infinite #orikan the diviner #oltyx #yenekh #nemesor zahndrekh #vargard obyron #anrakyr the traveller #we live on archipelagos #fanfiction #snippet #a bit of a cast of characters scene this one. it's very brief and not a central part of the fic but it's nice to have #i am falling in love with both zultanekh and djoseras the more i write. i haven't had characters speak so clearly in my head in a while #still haven't decided what to title this overall piece. it'll be a oneshot but very long and hopefully i will finish it by end of oct

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