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makima-s-most-smile · 8 months

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Trigun Maximum 10.3

What? You demand more pain? Don't worry. Nightow is giving it out in spades in this volume!

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2 (Isn't shown on my dash somehow... But you find it on my blog), You are here!

05: Final Battle

It truly is Wolfwood's final battle.

Oh, I didn’t get it without @/alena-reblobs that Wolfwood avoids the missiles of Razlo and turns around to use the following explosion to jump the distance towards Razlo. Wolfwood is such a brilliant fighter and his fights are the best. His weapon is so stupid looking, but the way Nightow makes use of it is so fun to watch. Though… sometimes it is really difficult to follow the action.

I mean… is Razlo really the best wielder? Having three always read as overcompensation for me. With three he can easily overpower his opponents. But look how Wolfwood wipes the floor with Razlo since he knows how to use his weapon.

And Vash is watching. He respects Wolfwood’s wishes. But I also assume that he desperately tries to burn every second of Wolfwood’s last minutes into his memories, since this is the last time he will see his friend. And in the end, this fight IS what Wolfwood is, protection, the good in humanity. Their destructive power is used to save someone.

I just love how Wolfwood reads and taunts Razlo. I just wish it was in a more brotherly, peaceful situation. This fight is just so good. The way Wolfwood overpowers Razlo so easily made me believe in the first read through that this was just a scare, that Wolfwood is not dying, that this is not his last action.

I didn’t see it the first time. Wolfwood’s Punisher has a white cover and Razlo’s are black. Something about Wolfwood fighting to protect others, while Razlo’s main motive is to get recognition from the husk of a human called Chapel. Selfless vs Selfish.

Wolfwood is the master of the Punisher. He knows his weapons flaws and strength and can adapt it to any fight. Not only Razlo’s body takes a hit, his confidence, too. Not only that, if you look back how he was willing to kill Chapel, but not for any revenge reasons, but for the future safety of the kids... Wolfwood gave out punishments, but neutral ones, not pain for his own selfish gain.

And then Wolfwood adds the worst insult. He throws the Punisher aside. This stopped being a fight long ago. This is a trashing. And more so, it is much more intimate. This is not a fight between two fighters, this is an older brother who gives Razlo a reality check. Wolfwood teaches Razlo not only fighting lessons, but life lessons.

06: Return

Wonder who will return?

Razlo never had someone be his equal.

I learned from a colleague who became a kindergarten teacher, that the trickiest part about that was that when a kid was stronger than the rest they often hurt other children without really understanding it. So he was in the position of having to teach the kid the other position without overstepping any line.

Razlo reminds me of that. He never had someone being equal to him, he never had to go all out. Chapel would have wiped the floor with tiny Raz and by the time he got that build he already was totally under his thumb. And we saw that little Raz was able to kill more than a few people without breaking a sweat. Wolfwood is the first person who can take him on and who can teach him that: Damn, being hit hurts. I don’t want to hurt. (And the consecutively end of that line: I shouldn’t hurt other people)

I just cannot see Razlo as someone evil, he is a survival mechanism of a lonely kid that got out of hand.

Positioning Vash there… Yeah… While Razlo confronts his mortality for the first time, Vash is crumbling under the loss. He will never be the same again. Vash cannot even imagine being without this pain. He just found a hope for himself, he just started to imagine a future and it was ripped from him, again. How many times is he expected to get through such a pain?

Fucking red herring of the third vial. It gave me hope on my first.

Razlo does not understand empathy or care. He has never been cared for. He is unable to get that Wolfwood cares for Livio and consequently for him. This is a fight for death for him. ‘Wolfwood is just playing with him’. But Wolfwood tries to reach Livio.

I need to look like four times to finally understand how this bretzel-Vash is twisted and how he connects his hits with them. Wolfwood wanted to fight Razlo one on one and Vash will make that happen. He has his buddy’s back, especially since it is the last time.

Another misdirection. I like how Nightow uses them.

Livio appears again! Finally! Took only nearly ripping the head of his body off.

And another misdirection.

Who is the Judas now?! Wolfwood, who betrayed his abusive mentor to protect others or that mentor, who was ready to stab his other, devoted pupil in the back to kill Wolfwood?

Also, Chapel returned for a little comeback before he finally croaked.

Who would have thought…

Sarcasm aside. Again, Razlo is a little kid. He trusted Chapel blindly after what he had done “for him”. But that devotion was one sided and used for Chapel’s benefit. The safety of being useful was a false one. L/R was always alone in the EoM. His explosion of anger is a bit like a temper tantrum. He cannot deal with these emotions, he cannot deal with the betrayal. And he lets it out on his surroundings and innocents. In his pain he is even unable to realise that Wolfwood just saved his life. Everyone is against him right now, since even the one person he trusted turned out that way.

And finally, the real return of the chapter! Livio comes back. Wolfwood’s sacrifice has reached him. It may be a mixture out of the beating and, especially, shoving L/R aside when Chapel attacked.

Wolfwood becomes Livio’s role model as Livio finally emerges out of his cocoon that protected him against rejection.

How much blood does his body have? But it feels nice that Wolfwood accomplished what he set out to do and even lived long enough to see Livio return.

#trigun #trigunbookclub #trigun bookclub #Trigun Maximum 10.3 #it is nearly over but I am so not ready.

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turtle-named-sheldon · 1 year

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I posted 1,029 times in 2022

That's 937 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (6%)

969 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

mycelier

spacecampauthor

sexygaywizard

dingdongyouarewrong

elytrians

I tagged 315 of my posts in 2022

#goncharov - 79 posts

#turtle talks a lot - 62 posts

#bigguns - 52 posts

#unreality - 52 posts

#nice video you got there - 28 posts

#just some guys i guess - 22 posts

#favoured by the king - 20 posts

#reblobed turtle talks - 10 posts

#tumblr heritage - 9 posts

#reblog game - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i just talk about whatever i’m into at the moment which is usually a lot and she’ll read at least some but usually all of it when she is

My Top Posts in 2022:

I think it’s so funny that you can google any word followed by “art” and exactly what you think it would be plus something that you would never think of pop up right next to each other

2 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

Every time I have to get out of my warm bed to go to the washroom again I just remind myself that each breath I take brings me closer to my last

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I’m so oblivious it’s not even funny. My friend told me she liked me and like 50% of her confession was her making sure I knew what was happening because SHE KNEW that if she didn’t make it absolutely clear I just would not get it.

She’s like: “This is me saying I like you… romantically. Not a joke. For reals. NOT AS A FRIEND. I like like you. Girlfriend with NO SPACE. You get what I’m saying?” And then there’s me:

“So just to make sure I got this right….”

2 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

Got a surprise when we were taking off the sheets to do laundry

5 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay why can’t you put a bucket on your head in minecraft???? It would cure me. Heal my soul. Raise me from the dead or whatever

5 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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mittensmorgul · 3 years

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Hello! I recall that you had a tag which talked about the significance of pie and cake in SPN. Could you please briefly state the gist of the pie vs. cake concept and the exact tag for it? No pressure :')

hi hi! I could yammer about this for hours, but since I conveniently already have lololol... I think the best quick summary for our baseline discussion of the topic is Scout's classic comic:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/110074620690/consulting-cannibal-based-on-this-chat-post-i

created in response to young!Dean devouring a pink frosted cake in 10.12. Which I wrote about in a couple of places, but this sums it up neatly:

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/130152254835/so-that-last-thing-i-reblobbed-reminded-me-of-this

Three episodes later Sam cakeblocks Dean in a police station, and Dean steals a swipe of the icing on the dl anyway shortly before enacting the scenes that fandom has dubbed the homoerotic sweat lodge. I mean...

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/114015413175

there was something to this, and it was a theme they kept using.

my tag for the phenomenon begins at 10.12, but goes on for 13 pages after that :'D

https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/tagged/dean+vs+pie+vs+cake/chrono

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fistsoflightning · 4 years

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30: the better path

prompt: splinter || masterpost || other fills || ao3 mirror

word count: 1164

Who’s to say which path is better? Who’s to say that without them Zaya would be here today, standing tall with the eternal winds at their back?

5.3 spoilers, oh my god the image is a spoiler. Please remember to tag w/ spoiler tags if you’re reblobbing! This could also be titled “Elie dives fully into their ‘Everyone Lives’ bullshite and drags many WOLs into it in the process” tbh.

Herein I commit the chronicles of the travelers. Shepherds to the stars in the dark.

...

Atalanta was the worst student Emet-Selch had ever been assigned, truth be told.

He was loathe to admit it in passing—hells, not even Lahabrea knew just how bad they were—but now, in this moment, staring at the multifaceted crystals sitting innocently in the cup of his hands as his would-be student scampers out of the Bureau to Asteria’s calls…

Why did I let Elidibus sway me into this, he thinks, rolling the pile of crystals about in his palm. Not horrible; these were the perfect sort of crystal to hold a variety of concepts, and of different colors rather than the white and orange the Convocation apparently decided a long time ago was standard.

But he had asked for a proper concept of theirs, not some piddly crystals. Atalanta was always too jittery of a student—it was almost like they had too much soul in their body, only contented enough to remain still and listen when surrounded by others. Haik was always his first choice to tug along if Atalanta truly couldn’t sit still; he could have done without the sappiness that came with him, but at the very least he did not try to constantly insult him much like Hecate and Lelantos tried to.

If only he’d asked him to keep watch over Atalanta’s assignment.

He sighs—louder this time, and he can’t even be bothered to care if Hermes hears him from his desk—and carefully shifts the pile of shimmering stones about some more until a crystal of sunset gold shuffles its way to the top. Decently sized, but not large enough by any means to hold any concept much bigger than a desk, perhaps.

Sunset gold, he thinks. Like Asteria’s eyes, Melisseus’ bakery, Hemera’s aether in parts.

Emet-Selch finds himself with a smile, even frustrated as he is with his student’s chaotic attempt to please him once more. Perhaps he can at least get some use out of these.

...

Though the world be sundered and our souls set adrift…

…

He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he worked on the crystals that now sit idly on a desk in his Amaurot. Whittled them down to shape, not knowing enough of Atalanta’s spontaneous creation habits to unweave the aether and expect them to come out the same crystal and color, and carved sigils into them by hand. Azem’s crystal, ever sunset gold, sits atop the pile, gleaming bright in the teal glow that manages to permeate even the sunless veil of the sea and into the building which he now stands.

Under it, he can see six other familiar sigils, eyes wandering to the one of sapphire blue he buried beneath the rest in his aching.

(Stay home, he remembers telling them. Stay home with Haik today. Just today.)

He quietly walks to the table, eyeing the pile with the crystals he was expected to hand over to Elidibus by the next turn of the sun, wherever he was. The damned moon, probably. Strange man.

(Why? Atalanta looks to him curiously, fluffy locks falling over their eyes, shimmering like the night from afar. There something I shouldn’t be around to hear?)

Something in him keeps him from pouring his aether into the memory crystals and erasing it—surely destroying the last reminders of those he cherished would make their memory fade. Surely he would no longer be haunted by their shades in his waking moments, scheming for their return even as they looked down upon him for it.

(The Convocation has a meeting today, he says calmly. A difficult one; that was not a lie.)

Instead, his hand grasps the seven crystals and tucks them neatly into the pocket lined into his little coat, securing them safely against his heart.

(I do not wish for you to hear how the world is ending, he does not say. Your lightning bright spirit would sputter out if you knew your days were numbered.

And as much as he tried not to get attached to his worst student, he couldn’t.)

...

...where you walk, my friends, fate shall surely follow.

...

Since Temulun Khatun had given them their name, Zaya had wondered how hard it was to escape fate if your name was ‘fate’ itself.

Perhaps it truly was impossible—fate wasn’t something Zaya could tear apart with their hands, after all. The world had always been known to be wicked in its ways, weaving new paths for every change rewritten into the stars; if Zaya did not almost die in Ul’dah’s banquet they would nearly fall to Shinryu’s claw, if they did not tell their feelings in full when they could have they would have come out eventually with the interference of one certain lovely branch.

But on the seafloor of the Tempest, in the walkways of a fading city with a sapphire blue crystal in hand that whispered the same things that Valor did, sometimes, Zaya couldn’t help but think of the times that fate was, perhaps, on their side.

Without Tehra’ir’s intuition and sharp thinking with his sister by his side, Zaya would surely have died to Ilberd’s scheming hands, filled with poison and malice as he threw them into a cart meant for the dead. Without Syhrwyda’s quick hand and taste for primal’s aether, there would have been no Demi-Shiva, no opening for Ysayle to be saved from her choice of death to lead them ever heavensward.

Without Duscha and A’dewah, maybe Papalymo would have disappeared for them just as Louisoix did for them at Carteneau; without Lumelle and Elwin, Ishgard surely would have shunned them for their scales, dark as night and as tough as Dravanians. Without Valdis, would they have even left the streets of Pearl Lane the same, not knowing just how many were out there like them, struggling in a jewel not made for them?

(Without any of them, would Zaya be standing here, in the streets of Emet-Selch’s grief, staring up through that sunless veil and wondering what tomorrow would bring?)

Of course you would, their shadow whispers next to their horn, crystal clear and sharp around the edges where they were once soft-spoken; an after-effect of Minfilia’s last gift to them, surely. Just not the same as you are now, perhaps.

“Zaya?” Tehra’ir calls to them, standing hardly a few yalms away with Lunya looking back by his feet, Hanami and Reese stopped a step or so ahead. “Ye alright there? Yer lookin’ a tad wistful now; don’t tell me yer—”

They immediately raise their hands to deny any sort of sentimentality for Emet-Selch’s city; the spires may be tall and beautiful, but it is a bygone place. A landmark of grief and naught else.

(And yet, and yet, their shadow lingers a moment more when they step in time with their trusted friends and most precious allies. Lingers, then fades, time slipping through their fingers as Zaya walks further and further away.)

#ffxiv #zaya qestir #azem #emet selch #g: balefire #my writing #tales from the blue #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2020 #elie's ffxivwrite2020 #5.3 spoilers #patch 5.3 spoilers #patch 5.3 #shadowbringers spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #HERE WE ARE AT THE END #I HAVE MADE IT.....#hoo boy this month sure was an Experience with remote learning and ffxivwrite but i made it! with like 10k words on last year's anthology #im terrified of myself

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discoursecatharsis · 6 years

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Some blog changes

I’m gonna be making changes to how I manage this blog.

Honestly the discourse is running me a bit ragged (along with things in my personal life too) so I don’t really want to be as engaged as I have been.

Previously I’d been replying to every single ask, but I won’t be doing that anymore. I’ll still post asks about discourse, just with a little “-” and no comment. But I won’t give a reply every time, unless it’s a direct question (I won’t ignore y’all haha) or I feel like I have something of substance to add. It’ll be more like y’all just venting and me posting what you send, similar to how confessions blogs work.

That goes for submissions too. If y’all want to continue submitting anti posts and things to “share with the class” so to speak, be my guest, but I’ll just be posting it for you with no comment.

That’s just for asks about discourse stuff. If you want to gush about something non-discourse related like new anime you watched or a new game you just got or whatever, please do and I will reply to those. I know some of you just like to talk about random stuff, and I love talking with y’all too! Or other stuff like you want to ask for writing/drawing advice and want me to put that post out to others, things like that. I wanna help spread positivity and I think that’s one way to do that, just talking about fun fandom stuff.

Going off that, more of a personal thing, I’m gonna stop actively looking for hate posts from antis to share/talk about. I’ve already toned that down a lot since I started this blog, but I think I’m done with that completely now.

Searching for anti posts last week for that video I made really wore me out, and I’m just... done. The other day I caught myself searching for antis’ reaction to the new HT S/K shirt and I was like “wtf am I doing? why do I care?” I already know antis suck, they’re not gonna change, there’s no point in getting myself angry and worked up about them, and seeing their hate tweets only gets me upset. I really want to enjoy the final season of VLD, so it makes no sense for me to purposefully search out things that get me annoyed, y’know?

That said, if I stumble across an anti post just from searching general stuff (or cause they cross tag, etc.) and it makes me laugh... then yeah I’ll share that lol. One reason I’m still involved in discourse is because antis are so ridiculous, they’re funny at times. But I’m going to stop sharing anti crap that gets me angry. Unless it’s something serious like an anti directly PMing harassment at people, I will share necessary things like that to spread the word about blocking certain individuals.

That’s just me personally. I’m going to stop seeking it out on my own. But y’all can submit whatever you want (honestly I’d advise y’all to stop searching for hate posts too if you’ve made a habit of it, but I can’t stop y’all, you do you), tag me in whatever you want, pm me to reblog whatever you want. It’s just I’m done searching for anti hate. I hope that make sense.

Things I reblog/reblob will be the same! I might be more selective with receipts I reblog because it’s like “Oh an anti wishing death on us, just another Monday” at this point, which is sad but that’s how it is on this bitch of an earth. And that’s going off the “me, personally, I don’t care to be reminded that antis are like this anymore” thing.

But for the most part, the posts I reblog will remain the same. Like memes and witty text posts and discussions/meta and general fandom/shipping discourse posts.

So to summarize:

I won’t be responding to every single ask anymore, but I will still post them, just with no comment. Same with submissions

I’ll reply if it’s a direct question or something I need to add my two cents to

And non-discourse related fun talk, I will reply to also! I know some of y’all enjoy talking about random things haha

I’ll only share anti posts if they’re funny/ridiculous, or a serious PSA/”report-and-block-this-anti” type deal

Meaning posts *I* make. Y’all can submit, tag me in, pm me, etc., whatever you please

Still reblogging other discourse posts as usual

Thank you for understanding <3

#personal

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