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Luffy's "I know exactly who I am"

Warning: Don't read unless you are up to date with the Manga Chapter 1070 and OPLA! (or don't care about spoilers!)

(still not available in the Anime)

(One Piece Live Action, Episode 2)

Very long post ahead:

(First of all, appreciation for Iñaki's awesome acting, knowing exactly how to look intense, eerie and God-like through the whole Live Action. And look how the hat makes a perfect Halo or Sun around his head...)

This will probably be a little over the place, but bare with my silly brain.

At first this scene can just look like he reinforcing his own dream and regaining confidence after all the doubt Buggy has tried to inflict on him, and it probably also is that! But with the intense expression, the music and the wording... I think it's also a message to readers that are up to date.

Nowadays we know that the Gum-Gum is just a name used to hide the real name of Luffy's fruit: the Mythical Zoan Human-Human Model: Nika (Sun God)

(Chapter 1044, Wano Country Arc)

The World Government has since its origins (after the Void Century, 800 years ago) tried to control this Fruit, and Vegapunk states that there's no mention to this "Gum-Gum" Fruit anywhere previous to that, so this new name is just a way of the Government to hide the importance of the Fruit and make it as unappealing as possible.

(Chapter 1069, Egghead Arc)

Who would want to be rubber, anyway? Anyone who hears about it thinks it's a silly power and wouldn't want to eat it.

(Chapter 585, Post-War Arc)

But here's the thing: it doesn't matter that the new Devil Fruit Guides or Encyclopedias have no information about a Fruit.

If we go way back to Enies Lobby, we get to see this explanation by Lucci (another Zoan fruit user): you learn the name of the Fruit when you gain its power.

(Chapter 385, Enies Lobby Arc)

Lucci specifically states that the Fruit itself will reveal its powers and name to you once you've eaten it and gained its power. Luffy gained his power long time ago, when he was a child, and his goal started changing as soon as manifested his powers.

He went from: "Take me with you on your next Voyage!!"

(Chapter 1, Romance Dawn Arc) To: "I've decided to become a Pirate on my own!" after eating the Fruit.

(Chapter 1, Romance Dawn Arc)

At first he was just content with being a Pirate in a crew, but suddenly he has a definitive goal: being the King of the Pirates (to achieve something else).

(Chapter 1, Romance Dawn Arc)

(Chapter 585, Post-War Arc)

(Chapter 1060, Egghead Arc)

In the first chapter it is also shown how his personality changes:

Luffy was a very sad and angry 7 year old, who wanted to desperately escape from his horrible life (loneliness and abusive Grandpa). He only smiled when people were nice to him, or when he was listening to pirate stories.

It is not until after he eats the Devil Fruit that he starts to smile and laugh on his own, looking at the bright side of things even if he gets teased.

(Chapter 1, Romance Dawn Arc)

It seems clear that the fruit changed something in him that was way more than just his body, but in the manga one doesn't think much of it until you read the Five Elder's description of his fruit (ch 1044) and remember Lucci's explanation (ch 385).

If the Fruit communicated its real name and abilities to him, he should know exactly who and what he is.

One could argue that he specifically states he is not a Zoan in Punk Hazard while talking to Momo:

(Chapter 685, Punk Hazard Arc)

But maybe he doesn't consider his fruit as a Zoan, as he doesn't really turn into an animal. (Zoan comes from the Ancient Greek and means "animal" or "beast"). Luffy's Fruit enters the same category as Sengoku's: a Human-Human Fruit.

(Chapter 585 SBS, Post-War Arc)

(Chapter 1044, Wano Country Arc)

Gear 5 is Luffy's awakened form, one that he couldn't use before because his body and mind were not ready to catch up to his powers. But that doesn't mean he didn't know about it's existence.

In this form, Luffy manipulates his surroundings giving everything he touches the properties of rubber, just like the awakening of Don Flamingo. But is it just that?

(Chapter 1070, Egghead Arc)

I believe we have been seeing him manipulate reality since the very beginning of the series, inadvertently thinking it was just typical main character things. Yes, everything usually goes how he says in the end, just typical in a MC... But is it? Or is it an intelligent way of covering his real powers behind the typical shonen clichés?

There's so many instances where Luffy and his powers feed directly from people's hopes and prayers (just to name a few: Skypea, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, FishMan Island, Dressrosa, Wano...), and all he asks is for people to have faith in him.

When people have faith in him, reality changes in his favour.

(Even with Ace's Execution, the one instance where Luffy failed... he actually achieved what he said he would: to free Ace from the Marines. Ace was killed not because Luffy couldn't save him, but because he stopped running away.)

Going back to OPLA: this is Oda's opportunity to explain things in a different way and medium, to hint to things that are very far away (like how they showed that Garp is Luffy's grandpa so soon in the series, because it made it more interesting sooner).

Then we have the scene were Luffy wishes for Zoro to be by his side, and to wake up.

I can't stop thinking about how... intense this scene is. How they wrap it with eerie music, so you know something special is happening.

We are in front of a Miracle.

(One Piece Live Action, Episode 6: The Chef and the Chore boy)

Luffy closes his eyes, concentrates and makes a wish. Or not even a wish, he just states that he needs Zoro (to fulfill his dreams).

Luffy manipulates reality a bit, even in this early stage of his power (Gear 1) and, seeing how he phrases everything he wants, he seems to know it. (for example, the way he always says "I will" instead of "I want to")

In OPLA it seems clear that Zoro was not going to wake up from Mihawk's attack, no matter how strong and resistant he is. Even if Mihawk said it wasn't his time to die... He would probably not make it without external help.

Luffy doesn't really know what to say, for a while. He is shocked and shaken in his beliefs, as he thought believing in Zoro would already make him the greatest... but instead his friend got badly hurt. With that and everything that's been said around him, he is losing faith in himself.

But eventually he understands that he needs to express how much he needs Zoro out loud. Why would that be, if he wasn't conscious that his needs and desires get usually fulfilled, even more if they serve his goal?

He concentrates and says "I need you, Zoro", and nothing changes. Why? Well, Zoro is there. His body is there and he is alive, even if just barely. It's not like he has really gone anywhere. Then Luffy, seeing that it didn't work, reformulates his way of saying what he needs: "I need you to wake up".

And then the Miracle happens: Zoro starts really recovering and immediately wakes up. He then makes the vow of never leaving Luffy's side until they reach his objective, fulfilling his needs.

This is not Zoro being awake and just teasing him, or him just waking up to the voice of his Captain. No.

This is a Miracle. This is Luffy consciously using his God-like powers and his destiny to get Zoro back from the dead.

And that's why Zoro can never die. Even in Wano we get a look at that:

(Chapter 1038, Wano Arc)

He was supposed to die, but Death couldn't finish the job. Something is protecting Zoro from Death, and it's probably how Luffy has tied Zoro to his own destiny.

And I am going to finish this post here, because I need way more space for my theories of Luffy, the others and One Piece in general xD

Thank you for reading this huge and all over the place post ^^

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 5

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome! I´m really sorry this week, It´s been a really busy week at work, so sorry for the delay with this Chapter. I hope you enjoy it! The next one will be post really soon.

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"Do you think you could have the corrections for the next chapters by the end of the week?" Daemon approached your desk, looking at some papers questioningly, as if he was trying to understand what was on them.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, looking back at your reports as you continued to correct them. You didn't quite know what to think. It was Monday, and the only exchange you'd had with Daemon since lunch where he caught you flirting with Aemond had been a fleeting “good morning” as you entered the office. It was possibly the first time in three years that you were there that you saw Daemon doing his job and not delegating it into you. However, one of the times he took his eyes off the paper, he uttered a sigh trying to get your attention. You continued to work in silence. But he didn't seem to care because he started talking as if he had been silent too long.

"Have you looked at the book that my 'beloved' nephew left you?" he asked you, getting up to look out the window. It's not that the views from there were magnificent, it's that he didn't want to know what was going on between you, and yet he had to know. He had to advise you. He had to guide you.

"I have not had time. He left it to me yesterday afternoon. I got to Jace's house, had dinner with him and we fucked until we fell asleep, Daemon. If this information makes you happy" you replied. You felt attacked. As always you didn't want to talk about what was happening, you didn't want me to bring up Aemond as a topic of conversation. You didn't want to talk to him about anything that wasn't insubstantial and empty.

"The question is if this makes you happy," he replied, looking at you again. "Don't go through with this, please. I know I'm the only one telling you, but you're breaking down” he sighed, but that time you just didn't cry, you just looked at him with a tired look. Why did you keep doing that? Good question, but for the first time you knew the answer: it was because of what they could thought of you, because of what they would say if you gave up everything for someone you knew nothing about, how your grandmother would take it, or the disappointment it would be for everyone. Who had bet on you two. It wasn't about your pain; it was about not letting others down, as it always had been. They all said, 'Jace is the one,' and they were probably right and the only one who didn't know how to see it was you. Only Daemon and Alara seemed to contradict an environment that taught you what it should be. “The book that he left you, I have read it many times, I imagine that the same as him. It is a short and simple story about Ancient Valyria. Some big guy there falls in love with the wife of another even bigwig and he ends up destroying everything for her. It's simple, but it's something that has happened many times in history: forbidden love. An adolescent fantasy more than an adult one” he tried to explain to you, looking at his shoes.

"You've made me a spoiler" you tried to joke, but your voice only sounded sad and he scolded you with his eyes. He was just about to speak when someone knocked on the door. Dalia, the receptionist, shyly poked her head into the room, asking permission to enter. She entered with her eternal smile, but she seemed to fade when she noticed the tension that existed between them.

“Sorry for bothering you, but an urgent envelope arrived and the delivery guy was very explicit that I had to deliver it right now. People can be very annoying” her smile could falter, but not her constant verbiage. In her hands was a cardboard envelope from the Targaryen family delivery company. Daemon raised an inquisitive eyebrow. The clients of his publishing house did not usually afford a parcel service neither so urgent nor so expensive.

"What is it about?" he went to get the envelope when Dahlia left it on your table.

"It's for (Y / N), so, no idea" he smiled at her as he left the envelope there. He left you with your eyes fixed on the envelope while she continued talking about the large amount of work she had. You looked at the envelope with the eyes of a slaughtered lamb, as if you knew that nothing good could be inside. Daemon sighed, sitting back down.

"Aren't you going to open it? It could be a tax requirement, and that really would scare me... ”he began to say, trying to reduce the tension of the moment. You didn't even answer him. You just took the envelope and inspected the envelope. It had no sender. Maybe... it was a surprise from Jace, a small detail for everything that had happened to you these days, a way to fix things, something, you even thought of a love letter... but when you opened it, you couldn't have been more disconcerted. Daemon looked up curiously at your confused look. "And, well? Is it from tax collection?” you looked at him confused, having forgotten the entire previous topic that you had discussed with him.

“Do you remember the exhibition they were going to bring about the Ancient Valyria? The one we weren't invited to because we weren't important enough as a publisher? You asked him scrutinizing your eyes, trying to understand what was happening.

"How to forget it? Asshol…” Daemon was just about to start insulting someone when you just cut him off.

"Well, there are two tickets to assist, do you think they will have reconsidered our presence?" you asked him without really knowing what all that was about. Daemon rose and stood in front of you, inspecting the envelope. Inside it was another smaller piece of paper; he picked it up and offered it to you.

"I think the answer is in here, don't you want to open it and we'll clear up any doubts?" he asked with it still in his hand "Although I think I've already solved this mystery before you" he replied as you took the letter and opened it. He smiled sadly to see how your face turned pale at what the letter said. You quickly lied about the content.

"A-a friend from college now works at the exhibition and sends us the tickets" you tried to sound convincing, but you sounded like a drowning cat and Daemon just sighed. I didn't have to tell you that you were lying; you both knew who the sender of that envelope was. “Do you want us to go?” You asked him. And he just sighed, going back to his table, although this time, he only poured himself whiskey, as if he needed it to be able to speak to you frankly.

"I don't want to go where they don't invite me" he replied before taking a drink and swallowing it all in one fell swoop. Then he continued talking "Besides, he who invites you plans for you to go with him, and for once I'm not going to deny him something he wants" he smiled sadly at you.

You bit your lip nervously, almost devouring it as you read the letter again. It was brief, but the handwriting was sure and firm, from a man who knew what he wanted: 'Princess, enjoy the tickets, A.' He also left you his phone number, how else were you going to give him the opinion of the book? Or just, to thank him for the tickets? Yes, he had had to find out about everything you had tried to get them, half the city must have found out how angry Daemon was with that situation. Aemond had only gotten you some tickets that you had even asked Jace to pull contacts for. Only.

Your heart was beating wildly, and yet, you kept them in the envelope and closed it in a drawer in your desk. You remembered the plot of the book. Romantic fantasies were only for teenagers, and you were already an adult. You just sighed and continued reading the papers on your desk, or at least trying to.

"Aren't you going to thank your 'friend from college'?" Daemon asked, confused by your attitude. As if trying to guess what was going through your head, as if you yourself knew what was going on.

"No, I'll ask Jace tonight if he wants to go if you don't want to come with me after all the headaches you gave me with the tickets" you replied going back to work. Daemon smiled wearily.

“I don't think he will enjoy it. I appreciate him, but you know it's true” he replied, sitting down again and remaining silent. And you smiled a little. Sometimes it scared you how alike Daemon and Aemond could be.

"Another trip?" you sighed as you put on an earring in the bathroom mirror at Jace's house. He just nodded happily. You no longer knew if you wanted to go out to dinner, or even ask him if he wanted to go to the exhibition with you. You felt… abandoned. If you started to think you knew why you had had ended up in bed with Aemond weeks ago, you felt abandoned. “How long are you going to be gone?”

"It's only going to be a week" he replied caressing your bottom lip this time and trying to kiss you, but you turned your face away.

"Maybe I could go with you" you answered with a sad face "I could ask Daemon for the week and..." Did you really want to go with him? No, but you wanted to spend time with him and try to put your thoughts in order, you wanted to see if…you were still in love with him.

"Seriously, you'd get bored" he replied, sounding gentle, caressing your cheek. You tried to smile, but it stayed in a sad grin. “I'm just going to be meeting with the Starks, Cregan is coming too. As you can see, it is not going to be an entertaining trip”

"And Aemond is going?" you asked looking at yourself in the mirror again, trying to sound casual and looking for your lipstick, why were you asking about him?

"No. He just thinks we should take another approach to this situation,” Jace replied with a shrug, combing his hair.

"Maybe he's right" you sighed and Jace froze at your words. "I don't know what the use of a contract that makes you always be away from home" you answered coldly and he didn't even look at you. You saw that he didn't want to argue but you had hurt him, and you stayed still and silent while you watched as he tried to maintain his composure. Perhaps it had not been the best idea to have said that, it seemed as if you were comparing him with Aemond...

"My uncle... has another way of seeing things, that's all" he answered between his teeth and you felt terrible for only having asked without thinking. You wanted to articulate a 'I'm sorry', but you weren't able to. He only kissed you with anger and you returned the same feeling in that kiss. "Don't ever tell me he's right" he replied, turning you around and leaning against the marble sink. You heard him unbuckle and was surprised when you felt his hand reaching into your core that had begun to soak with anticipation. You've never gotten laid like this, and then, you looked in the mirror, Aemond was grinning behind you, at you drenched, with only his pants down, ready to fuck you…

"(Y/N), are you alright?" you heard Jace's voice and he woke you up from your imaginations…he was in front of you. He hadn't kissed you or leaned against the sink, you just…you had lost yourself again at the thought of…you shook your head again.

"Yes, yes" you continued painting your lips and he looked at you strangely, but he didn't say anything else. You just finished getting ready and went to dinner. You tried to laugh with him and you were held by the hand at all times. Later, you came home and you two had a sex that had nothing to do with what you had imagined in the bathroom... and you forgot to ask him about the exhibition, about whether he would accompany you, he wasn't going to be able to either because of the trip... you just felt broken and abandoned He was leaving again, leaving you alone... perfect...

The next morning, you went to work like every day and like every day since you worked there, you arrived long before Daemon. His pace was different from yours, but he was the boss and he could afford it. You entered the office and raised the blind. So you sat at your desk and started working until you got a message from Jace. He was already going to catch the flight and he said goodbye to you, you wished him a good trip and that was the end of the whole conversation. You opened the drawer looking for an eraser to correct a mistaken writing and you suddenly found the tickets... you took the envelope and reopened it without thinking... maybe...

Without quite knowing why, you found yourself dialing the number. You didn't regret it, you just marked it. You didn't know what you needed, but you were sure it wasn't waiting for Jace's next message. Waiting for the tone and then you thought you died when you heard his voice on the other end of the line.

Aemond was simply checking some reports that morning. He preferred to continue working so as not to call himself stupid after having sent you those tickets that he had requested for you from a college friend who worked at that museum, and on top of that with that private messenger. What the hell had he thought? Perhaps he had thought that after the meal and everything that had happened at it, he had a chance. It was stupid, and maybe Aegon was right, he should stop trying and just go with the first one that apearanced, just like he did... and then his phone rang. He glanced sideways, and his heart stopped dead. It was a phone that he did not have registered... he realized that his mouth was dry but he quickly picked up the phone...

"Yeah?" he responded trying to control his nerves, he almost looked like a teenager in love and he hated himself at the same time that he loved it. You were silent for a moment trying to think of what to say or just not hang up the phone. Aemond was about to hang up for believed that it was a cruel joke of destiny when you spoke.

"Hey!" you responded briefly, calling you stupid for the way you answered him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You repeated yourself over and over again, but Aemond seemed to know what you were thinking and he just laughed at your answer. You really loved his laugh. You could imagine him sitting in his office leaning back in his chair, because that's exactly what he did, looking out the window.

"Princess, did you like the tickets?" he asked, smiling to himself, as if his plan had worked perfectly and you were already about to sleep with him for such an act.

"Yes, but maybe the private messenger wasn't necessary" you laughed and looked sweetly out the window. You had forgotten about Jace, about work, and even about where you were. Aemond had an effect on you that it wasn't expected…or desired for a woman like you, but for a moment you didn't care.

"I wanted to impress you, didn't I?" he smirked. "Other girls would have slept with me as gratitude, and I only asked you for a call" he smiled proudly, waiting for your answer, hoping to knock you out, but you were the one who knocked him out.

"Maybe you could have come, maybe I would have been more excited" you smiled and he licked his lips at your answer. You bit your lip. You didn't know how but you felt your crotch soaked with a single brief exchange of words over the phone.

"Princess, you know my wonderful uncle would have killed me, do you want that, hmm?" he replied amused. Surely he wouldn't have killed him, but if the tension had been unbearable. However, you just laughed at his occurrence, and at that moment you realized that you weren't in high school, that he didn't have to be anything to you and that you just had to thank him for the tickets.

"I was just calling to say thank you" you smiled sweetly at him and he sighed as if he knew he had gone too far with you. “Well, I have to keep working and…”

"Were you able to read the book?" he asked you, you could hear him gulping. He had interrupted you, but this book was vital to him, one of his favorites in his youth, a work that combined poetry with prose, which he hoped you would like as much as he did... for what it meant given the situation you two were in. … Or was it just him? He was mortified while waiting for your answer.

"Only a little, we have a lot of work these days. A compilation of essays by a philosopher from I don't know very well where he is from is going to come out and..." you found yourself talking to him for a couple of minutes, telling him about your problems that you don't you spoke to no one, and he simply listened to you with some small comment or a laugh at your occurrences, when had you spoken like that to no one?

“Well, I'm sorry you couldn't read it well. The tickets for the exhibition are for tomorrow, maybe we could talk about it there” he smiled at the audacity of seeing you at the exhibition. He expected you to yell at him that you couldn't, but you just laughed again.

"Well, really, I don't have anyone to go with, so if you want..." you commented to him as if he were a friend, and at that moment you woke up again, what were you doing?

"I'll go pick you up when you leave the editorial, what time do you leave?" he jumped in his chair, as if he was afraid he might back you out if you kept thinking about it.

"Oh, well, I leave at eight, I..." you began to feel bad, you started to tell yourself what you were doing, but then, you remembered that in three years of dating, Jace had not once gone for you at work, that it was you who had gone looking for him or you who had waited for him at his house, or waited in a bar... and for once you felt good to be the object of someone's desire. You weren't doing anything wrong. You weren't going to sleep with him. You were just going to an exhibition. That was all.

"I'll be there for you at a quarter to eight" he smiled and you smiled silently.

"See you tomorrow then" you told him.

"See you tomorrow, princess" he replied and hung up the phone. A feeling of triumph coursed through his body and he realized that perhaps he was too distracted now to continue working.

At that very moment you hung up, Daemon cleared his throat entering the office, surely he had been listening for longer than he wanted to admit and he simply greeted you with a smile, but you didn't care. You were going to see the exhibition with someone who understood it exactly the same as you and you couldn't be happier.

Aemond lit a cigarette while keeping an eye on the door of that inconspicuous office building. Despite being in the center of King's Landing, he couldn't say that you were in a privileged situation. Still, he stopped pondering on how to run his uncle's business. He just blew out the smoke through his nose and returned his gaze to the door. He didn't want you to pass by without seeing him. Although you really couldn't, he was leaning against his expensive car in front of the door, with his expensive shoes and his expensive black coat. The eye patch well placed, perfect as always. His presence was unchanging and it was something he was proud of, to say the least. He took another drag again and watched you leave. You were laughing with Daemon. He liked your hair up any which way. He liked how you wore the shoulder strap bag across your chest. He liked your sweater. He liked you… all of you, even if you were dressed as normal as possible. You didn't notice him until Daemon stared at him with a defiant smile. Aemond just blew out smoke again from his cigarette. You looked at Daemon first with concern and then looked straight ahead, finally noticing Aemond. And his heart skipped a beat when he saw how your eyes began to shine as soon as he saw it. Daemon simply patted you on the shoulder, a fatherly gesture that caught the attention of the younger Targaryen. You waved him away cheerfully as Daemon disappeared into the crowd of the city and you approached Aemond with a smile.

"Thank you for coming for me" You sighed to yourself happily. Truly, he was fascinated by how bright your eyes could be if you were happy. Truly joyful. “We could have met directly at the exhibition” you smiled at him.

"And letting you back off at the last moment?" he smirked at you, and yet you just laughed too. You looked at the ground for a moment and he took the opportunity to place a lock of unruly hair "You look beautiful, princess" he whispered to you with a smile and you could only blush.

"Please stop flirting with me!" you exclaimed without any conviction and with an eternal smile. He laughed too, finishing his cigarette, tossed it to the ground and blew out smoke before speaking to you.

"It's a reality, that's all" he replied with a shrug. He opened the door to the passenger seat, in a gentlemanly gesture. You sat in wonder and sighed just to find yourself sitting in the car at last. He sat down and started the engine. The conversation just flowed and he found that he not only turned on you but also liked you. You arrived at the museum and he parked in one of the reserved spaces. He liked your confused face.

“Do you have a parking space at the museum?” You asked him with a frown and getting out of the car, as if it were the last thing you would have thought Aemond could have, as if it were the last thing his money could buy in that city.

"No, the friend who got me the tickets has it" he replied with a shrug. "I'm not going to leave a car like this parked anywhere" he replied laughing and you narrowed your eyes in amusement. You'd always been amused by how stupid men could be with their cars, as if that was a symbol of their manhood.

"Yeah..." you answered, going with a smile to the door of the museum. He followed close behind, placing one of his hands on the small of your back. He saw you flinch but you didn't push it away so he took it as a sign that he could keep doing it.

Inside, a young guy was waiting for you who, from his appearance, must also have come from Valyria, with his silver hair. Aemond and he shook hands. “(Y / N), this is Alyn Velaryon, a friend from the University” he explained to you as the boy approached and gave you two kisses. You smiled at him. He really seemed nice.

"Well, saying friend is saying a lot," He chuckled, "Aemond was a real pain in the ass in Uninversity. You already have to be important for him to call me asking for tickets” he explained to you with a white smile. You just smiled, and Aemond snorted indignantly.

"You owe me. You wouldn't have finished the degree without my notes,” Aemond snapped, laughing.

"Yes, of course, remind me again, it's not going to be that I can forget it" replied the other while you began to walk through the museum. For a moment you were surprised that Aemond could relate to anyone outside of his family, but then you blushed for a moment. After all, Aemond was just a guy a couple of years older than you, who had been through the same thing as you and he might like his loneliness, but he related like everyone else. You three went through the exhibition halls alone, not a single soul was seen. There was only Alyn, who was explaining everything to you. This was also how you discovered that they had been roommates when Aemond got bored of living with his older brother and that they were both studying the same degree, that Alyn had dedicated himself to his beloved story while Aemond had left everything for his family business. At one point, the last one received a call from work and he left you alone with Alyn while he went to another room to talk.

You looked at a model of what Old Valyrian was supposed to look like, and Alyn smiled to himself: “So… you studied High Valyrian philology?” he asked curiously and smiling to him, you simply nodded your head as you continued lost in the details of the model. He laughed softly. And you looked at him confused “How long have you… you know… been going out with Aemond? You make quite a pretty couple” he smiled at you again and you blushed.

"Oh, we're just... friends" you confessed completely red, but you didn't tell him anything about Jace, or the wedding, or why you were there, because at that moment you thought again, what the hell were you doing there?

"Oh, no! This... is that I thought you were together" he scratched his head embarrassed "After all, he made me close the museum just for you and that..." What had closed the exhibition just for you? You gave a confused motion. "I thought I had finally found a girl who understand him, sorry" he apologized again, now it was he who was blushing at times. Aemond returned just then, apologizing. Alyn continued to show you the exhibit and Aemond took your hand at one point. You didn't complain…you were the girl who understood him…and you felt a warm sensation in your chest. At the end of the exhibition, Alyn watched as you left. You two could be just friends, but the museum thing seemed like a couple in love, more than just a couple of friends. Alyn shook his head. He knew Aemond and he was already getting in trouble again over a girl.

"If you want, we can go to dinner" he replied as he got into the car, looking at you with a sweet look that you could never have imagined on his stoic face "I' will pay" you smiled sadly.

"Thanks for the museum" you sighed "I quite like you, Aemond, maybe... we could be friends, if that's okay with you" you confessed with a shy smile. Perhaps that was what you needed from Aemond, to be your friend. That was what you repeated to yourself in your mind while your heart hammered in your chest.

Aemond sneered at himself. Yes, of course, it was just what he needed, to be your friend... well, maybe he needed it, and maybe it was the way to win you over. It was another way to get to you and for a moment, he silently stared at his hands. "Maybe it would be okay" he smiled at you. You didn't go to dinner that night, but you did meet him for coffee the next day. Even when Jace returned, you two continued to meet, after all, Jace didn't ask you anything and you ran like a young girl in love to meet Aemond, but you repeated to yourself that you were just friends. You had already been friends for two weeks, when Alara broke the bubble in which you lived.

#aemond x y/n #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #modern!aemond #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #aemond modern au #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen fic

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LAWLU FIC VERSE IDEA: WEIGHING OF THE HEARTS

For a long while, I've been thinking what to name the fic-verse for my Locker and Evolution fic idea. Since its tied a lot with death and the water, I was reminded of the ancient Egyptians and their beliefs especially that of Ausir/Osiris (the fact that he was chopped to pieces was an odd coincidence)

So i thought, in an effort to save his crew from Blackbeard, Law pushed himself to the limit. He stops rejecting the sea and lets himself drown, welcoming death not as an act of defiance but of acceptance to death itself which also unknowingly evolved his fruit. Before he drowns, Law sets off one last ROOM to then surrender to the sea. By doing what no one else had ever done by surrendering to the seas whilst accepting death to save his crew, it triggered a chain of events in response to Law protecting his crew from Blackbeard, no matter what. Even if that means welcoming death

Even if that means becoming Death himself

And now the very sea itself has become Law's domain, his ROOM -- the Locker of Oceanic Abyss which is his to rule, control and operate as he wishes

Now, the idea is that with the seas itself as his ROOM, it becomes like the Hall of Two Truths. Any soul who crosses over from the Near Shore and into the Far Shore (yes, I took the term/idea from Noragami 😅) will have to stand in trial where Law is the Judge of the Underworld while the rest of the crew could be guides and guardians

As the Reaper of the Deep, Law takes the hearts of those who passed into the Far Shore to be weighted on the scales. If the person fails the trial, they'd be consumed by the watery abyss of damnation. Those who passed, will cross over without worry or if their time hasn't come yet, their heart will be operated on until it heals to then return to the land of the living (Near Shore)

when he's not in his Oceanic Abyss of a ROOM and comes to the surface, it becomes obvious that Law's Devil Fruit abilities and powers are also like the sea now. not only does he retain his original abilities but he's now capable of using sea based abilities too. one of them is to cancel out a Devil Fruit users powers just by proximity alone

now onto the reason on why i'm naming this the Weighing of the Hearts verse. The obvious reason would be of Law and his Heart crew. but there's also Luffy's Drum of Liberation heartbeat and i'm once again reminded of the ancient Egyptian myths. this time, its of Ra and his nightly travels into the underworld/Duat

now the idea is less about Luffy needing to beat some sort of underworld serpent and more to do in taking inspiration about Ra since Nika is noted to be the Sun god in One Piece

basically, i just like the idea of Luffy (who's basically Life) insisting on falling into the underworld every night and right onto Law's lap just so he can snuggle with his husband of Death as Law judges the hearts of others on his captain throne

it'll take awhile for that part to happen though considering the angst in response to Law dying. i wanna write marineford levels of angst and grief...the most prominent in my mind right now would be of Luffy throwing himself at the seas whilst demanding at it to return his Torao to him whilst screaming "HE'S MINE! GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!" over and over again until he passes out from shock, grief and exhaustion

welp, thats it for now. thanks for reading this far!

#lawlu #lawlu fic idea #one piece #one piece fic idea #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece

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i have a question. do you know what the newest issue(s) for damian are called? i had read robin... i forgot what year, it had nika (flatline) in it & i read all of it.

i keep seeing an issue with: damian & jon raising a kid?? and then, i believe this issue is 2023 but damian has long hair (he reminds me of tim 💀). sorry if this isn't articulate,.i just kept seeing these images on twit & i'd like to read the comics!

the newest comics featuring jon and damian raising trinity is

Wonder Woman (2023) Issue #3 and #4

and

Batman & Robin (2023)

if you are curious in jondami/damijon the ship between damian and jon then i composed a reading guide of every moment they share together here:

guide

#jondami #damijon

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Hey, do you have any rpg maker horror/rpg maker game recommendations?

RPG MAKER GAME RECOMMENDATIONS,,, Oh boy,,!

I have some that I do like a lot, however, there is a chance some people may not be TOO crazy about it since I am someone who likes it a lot when a game has lots of lore & story that I can bite into and think about more when I’m done!!

I think, right now, what I like as of right now ( these are not ranked in any particular order ):

1. Fausts Alptraum - Free to Download, Artbook You Have to Pay For: A game about a girl named Elisabeth who visits her family’s old home after a funeral, being trapped inside and having to get out.

A BIIIGGG favorite of mine, due to having a nice balance of awe and admiration of its art direction, while balancing tension and unease as you explore

2. Angels of Death - Pay to Play: A game about a girl named Rachel who wakes up in a building and is forced to progress through its floor levels to get out, each floor having a leader who seek to hunt her down.

Another favorite of mine, because I love the story and characters! The symbolism and juxtaposition of Rachel and Zac is so fun, along with plot that had me hooked into it! ( I will say, I am not the best at playing high stress games so I had to watch play-throughs to see the endings LMAO )

3. Mad Father - Pay to Play: About a young girl named Aya who lives alone with her mad doctor of a father, and his assistant. Aya is forced to confront the horrors of her father’s crimes to try and save him when she hears his screams on this particular night.

This was a game I had gotten into when I was WAYY younger! It definitely left a lasting impact on me since I am a big fan of medical & body horror now. I don’t know how to say it, but trust me!! It’s a lot of fun!

4. Fear and Hunger - Pay to Play: Between a cast of 4 playable characters, you are tempted by a personal quest that leads to the Dungeons of Fear & Hunger, unaware of the horrors and depravity that lies inside.

This is a big time favorite of mine, HOWEVER - I do not recommend this to everyone, as the triggers and violence in this game can be extreme for some others to go through. I highly recommend reading any available list of triggers for this game before trying it out, because the content is pretty dark. However, I do like it for its art direction, the lore and its characters, that the creator has made for it’s story and sequel!

5. Flesh, Blood & Concrete - Free to Play: Focused on the protagonist, Lera, who’s car breaks down on a snowy and is invited into the apartment building nearby by a young girl named Nika. Exploring the strange building, Lera encounters unsettling visuals and strange feelings of deja vu.

I recently just played this, and I adore it a lot for the story that has been crafted by the creator, with its message - as well as the welcoming, yet unsettling art direction it has, with the various home-y apartments and depictions of meat & flesh.

Now, these aren’t RPG Maker games themselves, but I will recommend them because I think they are fun to play on free time:

Soul Void - Free to Play: Gameboy pixel style, regarding the protagonist who explores a strange world, looking for a way out. Very beautiful art, and beautiful message!

Saint Spell’s Love Guide to the Magical Student’s Spellbook - Free to Play: Pixel Visual Dating Sim, very pretty, very fun routes to play, my friends and I loved playing it during our lunch breaks in uni!!

#ask #SORRY FOR THE LONG ANSWER I TALK A LOT #I love all these games so much and they are downloaded on my pc #i could go on essay length rants of my thoughts on all of these but this would make the post HUGE #anon i hope you check some of them out if you havent tried some of them #but yeah #i am someone who NEEDS a story in the games i play or else i get disinterested eventually #which doesnt mean all games need it tho! this is just a personal preference of mine #i just like to think on stories a lot when i rest in bed? if im making any sense ( i hope )

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Okay so, I came up with this One Piece theory that I think no one else has come up with yet and I need to know what you think. So, one of the biggest mysteries in One Pice are the 3 ancient weapons: Poseidon, Pluthon, and Uranus. Poseidon was an ancestor of the Neptun royal family who could communicate with the Sea Kings, and her current incarnatio is Shirahoshi. Pluthon was a physically reproducible warship whoose blueprints were owned by Iceburg and Franky before being destroyed. But Uranus is a much bigger mystery, as we know nothing about it yet.

So I looked up what the names mean and Poseidon is the roman God of the sea, Uranus means sky of heaven, and Pluthon is the roman version of Hades, the greek god of hell. So Poseidon is the sea, Pluthon is the underworld, and Uranus is the sky. The meaning seem to go with the look of tge weapons: a mermaid is a sea creature, a warship is related to war, which many people describe to be hell on Earth, so Uranus must be sky themed, or at least it's theme is a creature that can fly and it's also somewhat godlike.

Now, after Robin develoeped her Demonio Fluer during her fight against Black Maria many people started theorising that her devil fruit was actually not a paramisha, but a mytical Zoan. Like how Luffy's Gum-Gum fruit was actually the Nika fruit. I really like this theory and it would explain why Robin seems to be much stronger than any average paramecia user, ever pre-timeskip. So it dawned on me: what if Robin (or rather the previous owner of her fruit) is Uranus?

Think about it: a theme in One Piece is reincarnation, or ratger the spirits of the previous generation coming back in the newst ones, almost binded by destiny. And Luffy, this generation's Joyboy, was unknowingly tied to Shirahoshi (the reincarnation of Poseidon) Franky and Iceburg (the owners of the blueprints for Pluthon) and Robin (possibly Uranus?) Long before he knew anything about the weapons or his fruit's true identity, almost as if faith was guiding him thowards them.

So I firmly believe that in the Final war against the world Goverment and the Celestial Dragons Shirahoshi will learn to controll her powers, Franky will rebuild Pluthon (also sidenote, some people also theorise that Noah and Pluthon were originally built by the same person and that Noah was like a less refinied/incomplete version of it) and Robin will awaken her devil fruit fully becoming Uranus: a flying sky monster of another world that's connected to the gods, since demons are fallen angels in almost all mythology.

And in the frontlines of Joyboy's army alonside her allies and friends, the Demon Child Queen will finally take revenge, having learned the truth about tye world, her heritage, and keeping her homeland's legacy alive, fully using the potential inside of her that she was made feel worthless and sinfull about.

Do what do you think? Did I got something wrong? Is it a strech? Would it fit with the themes and story or would it ruin Robin's development? I need to get an opinion from a One Pice fan

Oh, damn, okay- I just woke up so this is probably way shorter than what you probably deserve for this text, but, yeah. I consider it a good theory! It makes sense if you think about it that Luffy was tied to them from the start and it's true that Robin is the one to end the mystery and also become greater than she already is, especially since, as you said, her powers seem stronger than usual. However, I always leave theories like these to theorists because I am just awful at these things (I'm way better at analyzing characters when it comes to reading canon stuff). But if you want my honest opinion, I think it could work out if they wrote it well. I don't think it would ruin her character, I'm just thinking about how Oda (if this theory ends up being true) will pull the whole "Well, actually, Robn's fruit isn't what you think! hA!" because he already did that with Luffy and it has to be a huge build-up to be interesting and shocking again.

#but it's not that wild like it's a theory that COULD happen unless lots of other theories i've seen #props to you for thinking about this i'm literally awful at theories within the lore #one piece

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cold nights in ishgard

Fandom: FFXIV Ship: Nika/Artoirel, Nika/Minfilia Characters: Nika Perseis (WoL), Artoirel de Fortemps, Emmanellain de Fortemps, Minfilia Warde (mentioned), Haurchefant Greystone (mentioned) Rating: Gen Spoilers: Heavensward spoilers Words: 1664 Read on ao3

Ishgard is oddly pretty at night. Colder, sure, but fucking Coerthas is always cold, day and night, and layers are not an issue whatsoever when you’re an honored guest at a noble family’s mansion. It also makes streets less crowded, as much as a city of Ishgard’s size can be. Nika avoided walking outside alone to places beyond the three he’d instantly memorized the path to when he first came to the city and when he had few means to ask around for directions.

Thankfully, he now has a guide. A handsome one at that, but he refuses to do more than just acknowledge that sentiment. In the days following the grand melee, he and Artoirel have taken on a rather pleasant ritual of evening walks. Nika’s been Ishgard’s champion for a lot more than he’d intended now and his duel with Raubahn is on the lips of all of Eorzea. He also happens to have a very recognizable face thanks to that faded, large scar that Thancred once joked now made them equal in handsomeness.

Years ago, he might’ve taken a slight offense to that. Now, Nika has so little energy to dwell on minor edges of a friendship he himself massacred beyond recognition. Fuck that, he has so little energy to do anything beyond self-pitying and wanting to crawl out of his skin to escape the pressure in his chest.

But Artoirel helps. The tapping of his shoes against the stone promenade brings Nika back to reality every time. It makes him focus on the rhythm of his own footsteps - click, click, clack, clack, an off-beat song of two bodies who lost things, lost people. Haurchefant had been a brother to both of them. Now his ghost lingers over the whole Fortemps household and the souls who lived there.

Nika looks up. Wind’s playing with Artoirel’s hair, tossing it this way and that. It matches the night sky, blue where Nika’s own is black, a subtle difference. When the fuck did he acquire that particular nugget of information? The whole effect Artoirel has on him blurs the minutiae of it. They have matching earrings tonight. The thought makes him weirdly happy. Suddenly, he needs to feel the weight of Artoirel’s clothed palm on his own.

Same way he yearned to feel Minfilia’s.

Except he’ll never feel Minfilia’s hand in his again.

Artoirel’s hand is as rough as hers; there’s no gentle skin where war is your generational legacy, or when you work at mines. It feels like a suitable replacement at times, until he remembers that Minfilia could have comfortably placed her head on Nika’s chest, and with Artoirel, the roles are reversed. What a looming presence, his brother de Fortemps.

Brother’s never felt like a shittier word.

But hey, he at least has equal entertainment watching him fight with his hair. “Told you to tie it back,” Nika says in a strained, casual voice, because he can’t speak like a normal person these days.

“An advice I had staunchly decided to ignore,” Artoirel replies, and then, in a lighter, almost intimate tone, “maybe to my own detriment.”

“At least I’m enjoying the losing battle,” Nika shrugs and looks at his offensively expensive walking boots. “You’re fun to watch, count de Fortemps.”

“Do not call me that,” Artoirel sighs. “I am still growing accustomed to it.”

“If I say it enough, it’ll get to your head faster.”

“You’re impossible.” There’s a smile in Artoirel’s voice, so suited to ordering men on the field, deep and even and perfectly trained to be so, but then there are smiles in it that break it. Nika wishes to curl against his side like an indulgent cat. But they are in public, and they are brothers.

Nevertheless, Nika offers what he can. It’s small, it’s brittle, but he feels brittle anyway and he’s nothing if not honest to a fault. Haurchefant was too. Except he sparked hope and happiness, whereas Nika’s honesty is more like a knife. “I am glad to be of service.”

“That you are,” Artoirel says. He then turns all serious again. “How are you doing these days?”

“Me?”

“Yes. These recent events have been.. Tumultuous for all of us. Most of all for you.”

Nika frowns. “Losing people feels like absolute shit, Artoirel.”

“That is not an answer to my question.” Artoirel stops and crosses his arms. He looks at Nika with such worry in his eyes that it makes him squirm where he stands. “You don’t have to answer me now. I merely wanted to assure you that you can rely on your friends in your time of need.”

“Assurance noted, now don’t–” Words die on his tongue when he feels long fingers on the crease between neck and shoulder, ruffling the white lace cravat. Part of him wants it gone, and for those fingers to tease the skin beneath. But another, the one that suddenly burns in shame and pain and grief, kicks it away like a stray puppy.

“Do not brush it off,” Artoirel repeats. The lull of his voice and the weight of his touch steadies Nika. He had no fucking idea he needed steadying at all. “It is genuine. Fury, I am genuine. I don’t find pleasure in seeing you shoulder this burden alone.” His eyes find Nika’s. The calmness of his words does little to stop the whirlwind in his eyes, and it’s a pain Nika knows. It’s a pain they share.

It’s a pain they will both have to live with for the rest of their lives. The dead don’t come to life.

Nika raises a hand and holds Artoirel’s wrist. The fabric beneath his fingers feels exquisite. “The woman I loved is gone, Artoirel,” he says gravely. “My friend - your brother - is gone, trying to save me. We almost lost Aymeric, too. Nothing will make the pain go away.” He blinks to stave off tears. “Have I ever told you about my father? He died when I was a kid. I don’t remember him well, I was that young. I feel his absence even today. My mother and I have been feeling his absence for the last twenty years. It will never go away. The sooner I get used to it, the better.”

Artoirel looks around. Then, moments later, he crushes Nika against his chest. Nika lets out a small oh, looking up at his face. His eyes are wild, locking on Nika’s like his life depends on it. He imagines Artoirel’s heart to beat just as wildly as his is, or maybe it’s not imagination, not with the way his lips part slightly and his gaze falls lower.

And gods help him, he’s looking at Artoirel’s lips too. They’re small and tight and he’d kill just to be able to chew on that lower lip–

He isn’t Minfilia.

Nika looks away, refusing to let go of Artoirel’s wrist. The moment falls as treasonously as it began and he’s painfully aware of where he is, what he’s doing. Artoirel’s touch burns, but it mixes with shame so well that he can’t will himself to part. Not truly. He holds his wrist like a lifeline, like it will chase the shame away.

It won’t. Nothing ever will. Nika closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Nika, I apologize, I– Nika? Why are you crying?”

Nika’s face feels like hellfire. His eyes prickle, and he tries to snarl at the sensation, but finds he doesn’t quite have the strength to. He opens his mouth to speak, but his voice struggles to swim to the surface. When it does come, however, it sounds broken beyond repair. “She loved Eorzea more than me,” he says, tight and small. It’s a tip of the dagger under the skin. It’s embarrassing, but he can’t make it work any other way, which only makes him cry harder. “She loved Eorzea enough to sacrifice my devotion to her to save it. I’m betraying her memory, Artoirel, there was no fucking chance of anything, yet this feels so dirty–”

Artoirel’s face crumbles, too. “I’ve made you uncomfortable.” He lets go of him, but Nika wraps his arms around his chest and presses his face against the ends of his cravat, as if trying to melt into his skin. “I assure you, I haven’t any–”

“No, no, you remind me of her, and I want, I want–” Nika sniffles. His words come out rushed, beaten out of him by the pain in his chest. “I want so much, but Minfilia–” He hiccups on the name, pressing his fingers into Artoirel’s coat, and he cries, and cries, and cries, and Artoirel wraps his arms around him and just holds. At some point, he says something to a random passerby, but Nika doesn’t care.

He’s pathetic enough anyway.

They stay like that for a while on a cold Ishgardian night. Artoirel leads him home later and guides him to his bedroom. “Sleep now,” he says, and Nika feels too drained to do more than nod and obediently lay down. Sleep finds him rather quickly, and moments before Nika drifts off, he sees Artoirel linger by the door.

Whatever dreams find him tonight, maybe he’ll be the star in them. Or more likely, Minfilia.

Maybe it’s all one and the same.

Nika falls asleep.

(It takes no more than a day for rumours of the new Count de Fortemps and the savior of Ishgard hugging on the street to reach the ears of Emmanellain de Fortemps. For the sake of his brother, and Nika too, he fights them when he can. He tells Artoirel as much, and he rewards Emmanellain’s efforts with a small smile and words of gratitude. Nika just squints and refuses to engage in conversation.

But Emmanellain knows. He knows what’s afoot. And apparently, Artoirel and Nika know too. It may take them some time to accept it, however. That is alright. Watching the love unfold is very, very entertaining in the meantime.)

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Print Editions of “Animalheads,” “Signals,” “The Flying Ship,” and “Tomahawk Angel” Announced

Dark Horse Books and Tapas Entertainment have partnered to bring the Animalheads, Signals, The Flying Ship, and Tomahawk Angel webcomics to print.

Animalheads hails from writer Son M and artist Sam Curtis. “When four best friends enter adulthood with no job prospects and the insatiable pressures of family hanging over them, they get creative—the more dangerous the gig, the richer the reward. What starts off as a part-time venture scaring people quickly spirals out of control, pulling them headfirst into a waking nightmare when they unknowingly cross a violent crime syndicate. Now, their survival is on a knife's edge as they become the newest outfit in the criminal underworld.” (Dark Horse)

Animalheads goes on sale in bookstores on October 10, 2023, and in comic shops on October 11, 2023.

Signals hails from writer and artist Nika. “Mel Song is an unlikely fit for a crack investigator. In her downtime she loves watching soap operas in her pajamas, eating instant ramen, and internet shopping. But she has one secret weapon: the ability to read minds. Still, Mel can't afford to get complacent. Not when there is a fresh threat brewing in the shadows of New York City...” (Dark Horse)

Signals Vol. 1 goes on sale in bookstores on October 17, 2023, and in comic shops on October 18, 2023.

The Flying Ship hails from writer and artist Jem Milton. “After being stranded in a forgotten military outpost, grumpy Dobrinia sets out on a quest to marry a princess. But in the vast Tzardom of Glas, where magic has been outlawed, troubled histories can catch up with even a flying ship.” (Dark Horse)

The Flying Ship Vol. 1 goes on sale in bookstores on October 24, 2023, and in comic shops on October 25, 2023.

Tomahawk Angel hails from Odysseas Theodoratos, aka Mangaka Ody. “In the year 2050, an 18-year-old amnesiac wakes up to a ruined world overrun by monsters. Guided by an artificial superintelligence, a ruthless scientist unleashes hell on Earth to preserve only a fraction of humankind. Love and war await as the mysteries of this corrupt new world unfold!” (Dark Horse)

Tomahawk Angel Vol. 1 goes on sale in bookstores on October 31, 2023, and in comic shops on November 1, 2023.

(Images via Dark Horse - Covers of Animalheads, Signals Vol. 1, The Flying Ship Vol. 1, and Tomahawk Angel Vol. 1)

#animalheads #signals #flying ship #tomahawk angel #son m #sam curtis #nika #jem milton #odysseas theodoratos #mangaka ody #dark horse #tapas entertainment #webcomic #TGCLiz

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Congratulations! You have been accepted to Wicked’s Rest. We're so excited to get to know you and your character. To get started, shoot the main a message with your new blog, or reach out to us via ModMail to share it. Please do this within 24 hours or let us know if you need additional time. Additionally:

Carefully read the New Member Guide and follow the instructions.

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Follow everyone on the followlist.

Introduce yourself in our Discord server!

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Character: Sylvia Grant

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Beatport Dance Floor Essentials April 2024: Trap / Wave

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2024-04-29 GENRES: Trap / Wave, 140 / Deep Dubstep / Grime Tracklist : 1. Deadcrow - DARKNIGHT(Original Mix) 2. Arya - Don't Say(Original Mix) 3. Eone, Førget. - Water(Original Mix) 4. Becky Hill, Taiki Nulight - Never Be Alone(Taiki Nulight Remix) 5. 4B, Viperactive - Throw It Back(Extended Mix) 6. Kai Wachi, Lø Spirit - Happier By Now(Original Mix) 7. NGHTMRE, Juelz, ShaSimone - Thrilla(Original Mix) 8. Slushii, Aviella - Dancing With Myself(Original Mix) 9. BOSTN - CCTV(Original Mix) 10. rSUN - Who's the Best(Original Mix) 11. Sky Sky - Spacexxx(Original Mix) 12. Kai Wachi, Lø Spirit - Happier By Now(Original Mix) 13. Hydraulix, Nika D - Click Clack(Original Mix) 14. Boombox Cartel, MKLA - Guide You (Signal)(Original Mix) 15. Dirty Audio - Rollin' Up(Original Mix) 16. UZ, TroyBoi - IBTFY(Original Mix) 17. Fito Silva - Lazers(Extended Mix) 18. DJ Fixx - Up In This BXXXX(Original Mix) 19. Eliminate - comecloser(Original Read the full article

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Beatport Dance Floor Essentials April 2024: Trap / Wave

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emmacifer · 3 years

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Art analysis: 'Poe and Ranpo' chapter-opening art

The upward eight of swords? The Black Cat? The Murders in the Rue Morgue?

*Spoilers ahead for the manga, ‘The Black Cat’ by Edgar Allan Poe, ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue’ by Edgar Allan Poe

Chapter 32 is the chapter where Poe challenges Ranpo and Yosano, but mostly Ranpo, to solve a mystery he has spent 6 years meticulously constructing, thinking that he finally would have his revenge on Ranpo. And, for what’s worth, I think it’s interesting to point out the potential references that are embedded in this chapter opening art.

# All my analyses are personal opinions and I do not mean to override any takes the reader might have. That being said...

The first reference is the upward eight of swords.

In the art, we can see a hand, or possibly just the hand of a body, reaching out from a coffin, and eight swords in an upright position jutting out of it. I haven’t really learned anything about tarot cards before but after reading up on it, I feel like it might have something significant to the card of the upward eight of swords. Please do correct me if I am wrong on any accord.

The upward eight of swords represents a situation where you feel trapped in a situation but you have no way out. The more that you think about it, the more that you feel trapped. But in actuality you are not bound by the situation itself but the thoughts by which you chain yourself. You are able to escape the situation if you want to.

In the tarot card, the woman is fenced by the upright swords but isn’t necessarily imprisoned by them. She would know that she can escape if only she’d take the blindfold off.

So far in the manga, there has been two scenes where Ranpo admits that he does not have an ability and that his deduction skills are his own observative intelligence and methodology:

Chapter 32, which we are analysing right now

And, chapter 56, where he tells Mushitaro he will defeat him even though he does not have an ability, but since his comrades think he’s invincible (dazaiscans)

Ranpo kept telling Yosano all throughout the first part of the chapter that he needed his glasses so that they could solve the mystery of the novel they were trapped in and return to the real world. He's shown to have not wanted to question the guests or investigate his surroundings, but since Ranpo's "ability" has always been himself, he is subconsciously or unconsciously doing it anyways. He notices things when he's not even having to put in the effort to do so. He can point out his deduction process and justify the outcome as he always does.

But he still said that he wasn't doing fine. I don't mean to mischaracterize Ranpo in any way, he is a very brilliant character with a childish, occasionally teasing personality but serious when the time calls for it. But in this chapter, his initial statement that says he couldn't use his ability because he did not have his glasses, did put him in a tight place for a hot minute. Now this is what would relate to the upward eight of swords. The card symbolizes a situation where you feel trapped in a situation but it is not the situation itself binding you, but your thoughts. You are able to escape if you want to. The lady in the card is able to escape if only she took her blindfold off. I wouldn’t necessarily say Ranpo is in denial of the fact that he does not have an ability, because, evidently, he very much is aware of said fact and acknowledges it himself.

The second reference is the black cat behind the window.

While most ability users in BSD have their abilities named after a famous work of them or a reference to one of their works, Poe's ability name ‘Black Cat in the Rue Morgue’ has a combination of two of his works: 'The Black Cat' and ' The Murders in the Rue Morgue'. And the mystery novel that he introduced Ranpo to in Chapter 32 also seems to be a combination of the tales of irl Poe's two stories, 'The Black cat' and 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue', with, I'd say, only the exception of it being set in the future since the original novels of irl Poe did not have any futuristic elements in them. I’m not saying that the mystery novel is an exact replica and combination of the two irl novels, it’s just that the overall atmosphere of the novel seems to somewhat reflect certain elements of the irl novels.

The Black Cat is a story about a man who hanged his own cat from a tree and later killed his own wife in the heat of a moment. The protagonist of this novel enjoyed drinking to the extreme and it was in the moments when he was highly intoxicated that he committed acts such as gouging out the eye of his beloved cat, Pluto, and hitting his wife over the head with an axe, accidently killing her.

The Murders in the Rue Morgue is a story of how the intelligent mind of Auguste Dupin solved the muder mystery of two french ladies who were killed by an unknown murderer in their apartment at Rue Morgue street. Said unknown murderer later turned out to be an orangutan that a sailor captured from Borneo then brought to Paris, In the novel, several people known to have heard the murder were questioned individually about the unknown culprit, just like how the people in the mansion were questioned about the murderer in chapter 32, in the novel. It could be said that questioning witnesses is a common theme that can be found for any mystery story but it’s just an interesting similarity.

The thing about the mystery novel BSD Poe wrote was that-

a) There was a murderer whom the people did not know

b) The protagonist was trying to find out who the murderer is

c) The protagonist himself was the murderer

In the story of ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue’,

a) There was a murderer whom the people did not know

b) The protagonist, or protagonists, since there were two of them, were trying to find out who the murderer is

Obviously BSD Poe’s mystery novel did not feature an orangutan that accidently happened to kill people but that is where the element of the story of ‘The Black Cat’ comes in, because the protagonist of ‘The Black Cat’ murdered both his cat and his wife in the name of intoxication, which leads us to

c) The protagonist himself is the murderer

Personally, I feel like ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue’ fits better than ‘The Black Cat’ for the references in BSD, since it features a protagonist, who was amazed by an individual who had a very observant mind. The protagonist of the novel had much admiration for Auguste Dupin’s thought process and how he could read something seemingly simple to deduce something deep out of it. Much like the admiration and respect that Poe has for Ranpo’s ability, the non-ability.

The third reference is the roses.

Everyone knows that roses are typically associated with love, romance and passion, but they could also have different meanings depending on their color and their symbolisms in different cultures. Yellow roses in Japanese culture are said to mean jealousy, at least according to source. It might symbolize the jealousy that Poe has of Ranpo and his aspiration to beat Ranpo. But he is equally jealous of it as he is fascinated by it, which orange roses can symbolize: fascination and desire. They could also mean enthusiasm and passion, both of which Poe has for Ranpo’s company and ability. He admires Ranpo and his ability, in the way that one would admire their opponent in a friendly rivalry sort of relationship. He is constantly awed by it, and draws a lot of inspiration from Ranpo.

In conclusion, I think the fascination that Poe has of Ranpo and the fact that Ranpo acknowledges his and Poe’s encounter six years ago as ‘the only time I got pushed to my limits by another detective’(easygoingscans) is very compatible of them and I do believe that their rivalry and friendship is something that helps both of them grow and benefits both individuals. It is something beautiful.

Some more sources below for the meaning of roses if anyone wants to find out more!! Also thank you so much nika @nikadoesanart for beta-ing this analysis >//<

https://www.pickupflowers.com/flower-guide/rose-flower-meanings.

https://www.thursd.com/articles/different-colors-of-roses-and-their-meaning/

https://blossomtown.com/bt-news/what-do-flowers-mean-find-flower-language/

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