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catscidr · 2 months

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Dr ratio and student (adult) reader who tried really hard to study but she is kinda failing? 😭 I once had strict teacher like ratio and he was softer to me, so Idk if ratio would be the same or even more mean

this is a little different from what you asked. BUT. i Do think that he wouldn't be mean n would help u study because it means you're trying to not be an idiot and his whole shtick is trying to make people less dumb. ykwim. i might've projected a littol bit... times r tough what can i say <(ㅍ _ㅍ)> cw: blurb/headcanon format (?), hurt/comfort technically because ratio is a little mean. it's not that bad tho trust, university setting includes: gn!student!reader, professor!veritas ratio, can be read as either platonic or romantic (or favoritism lmao) wc: 1k

-ˋˏ I think he would be pretty frustrated at first. How come all your studying did little to nothing to change your less-than-ideal grades? Especially when he’s the one teaching you, at this point it’s an insult to him and his teaching skills!

-ˋˏ ...but when you showed up to his office with your lips curled down in deep a frown, downturned brows and meek eyes that refused to meet his gaze for more than three seconds and reflected just how embarrassed (and almost ashamed) you were, he could only sigh and wave his hand to gesture for you to come in.

-ˋˏ You took out your textbook, your notes and the study guide he had made specifically for the final exam. They felt heavier in your hands than they usually do, since now he could very well take a single look at your messy, scribbled notes and turn you away for “wasting his time” like you’ve seen him do with other struggling students. You couldn’t afford failing this exam though, so you place down your things on his (now cleared) desk and sit at the edge of the chair he had across of him, silently praying to whatever god to grant you some mercy.

-ˋˏ His first reaction was... not good, for lack of better words. Your notes were a mess and there were splotches of black all over about five pages— the result of an unfortunate accident where your pen exploded in your hands during an all-nighter. He was tempted to turn you away or to, at the very least, scold you for being so disorganized, but he wouldn’t be the infamous Doctor Veritas Ratio if he did. One look at you and he could tell that you hadn’t slept properly in God-knows how long, that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in just as long, and that you had the drive to study, but for a reason unknown to you, simply couldn’t. Or, at least not in a way that made you retain the information you tried to hammer into your brain.

-ˋˏ You'd sit there; hands folded in your lap, eyes refusing to meet his, silently waiting for him to say something, anything lest you implode on the spot. Ratio would gloss over your notes, eyes lingering on the little doodles of yourself you drew in the margins of the page with a little speech bubble saying ‘help’ right above it, and would hold in a sigh. Crossing his arms over his chest he would lean back in his chair and tilt his head, burning holes in your skull until you lifted your head up. He wouldn’t say a word, he’d be as patient as he needed to be, waiting.

-ˋˏ When you finally looked over at him you swore you felt your heart drop to your ass (how long had he been staring?) as you forced yourself to not grab your stuff and dip. “Um-” you started speaking but he promptly shut you up by interrupting you with a question of his own; “Do you honestly think you can study adequately in such conditions?”

-ˋˏ (Of course he’d notice, you scold yourself internally. There’s no way to successfully hide the dark circles under my eyes.)

-ˋˏ You’re taking way too long to answer, too absorbed into your head to speak, and it’s starting to get under his skin. His frown seems embedded onto his face, the absence of his plaster head making you quiver in fear from the sheer amount of frustration he must feel because of you. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near as observant as he is— because if you were, you would have noticed that his frustration wasn’t aimed at you, but at himself. How did he let it get this bad? He’s supposed to be a teacher, and teachers are supposed to care for their pupils

-ˋˏ (It might seem like he couldn’t give two shits about his students, but he does care— in his own harsh way. He considers kicking people out of his class a blessing; if he didn’t care about their wellbeing, he would have let them stay and feel stupid as well as let them be completely overwhelmed as a result of not understanding the content of his lessons and the workload he assigns. Of course, he doesn’t want people to drop his class, but if that’s what it takes for people to not go insane then so be it. He’s made peace with it.)

-ˋˏ “When was the last time you were able to sleep for longer than eight hours consecutively?” he asks, intense gaze unfaltering as your eyes dart all over his office in a poor attempt at avoiding the inevitable. Finally, you look at him sheepishly, and mumble a number that was far from satisfactory in his books. He clicks his tongue and unfurls his arms, grabbing your books strewn across his desk and shuts them, sliding them over towards you. You sit, puzzled and flustered that you’ve gone all this way just for him to kick you out. If he was going to be an ass, he should have just dismissed you as soon as—

-ˋˏ “Your assignment is to get a good night’s rest. Do not come into my classroom if you haven’t slept for 8 hours minimum. If I see you work dark circles as prominent as the ones you have right now, I’ll drag you to the nearest bed or couch myself.”

...Can’t say you expected that kind of response.

-ˋˏ You can’t even get a word in before he beats you to it, already knowing what you were about to say. “I’ll let you retake the exam if I deem your health to be unacceptable when you arrive in the lecture hall for the exam.” You shut your mouth, unsure of what to even say in response. You really felt like you were being scolded.

-ˋˏ He would gladly help you study when you come back looking (and feeling) refreshed, though. Not that he’d show it with his body language, but his actions said everything. He’d bring energy bars for you to snack on while he explained material you struggled with, would be patient when you’d ask seemingly dumb questions (one time you asked him why he hadn’t kicked you out of his class yet, and that was the first time he actually scolded you. Because that was the first dumb question you asked him).

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x y/n #dr ratio x you #veritas ratio x reader #veritas ratio x you

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chubby-aphrodite · 8 months

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its weird taking a retrospective look at my "crushes" i had over the years because later i realized i was literally playing out media tropes. like of course i had a "crush" on these childhood best friends i had, thats just the natural progression of this right? of course i had a "crush" on that guy who was a little bit mean to me but usually kind of chill and fun to talk to right? of course i had a "crush" on that one childhood friend i had that i was clingy with, that's just how this whole shtick goes. right? right???

but no i was anticipating romance where there was none for me to feel. because i felt like i was playing a role in a story. but every time i've ever been offered a romantic relationship (count: 3) and said yes (count: 2) something felt extremely wrong and i backed out immediately. like all my organs were doing kickflips and i was three steps away from puking them all out. i literally answered the question "do you ever sexually fantasize about me" with "at least once but i felt bad and replaced you with a mannequin."

things like this seem obvious in hindsight but it took a bit to arrive at that conclusion. i went through phases of trying to reconcile whether i felt sexual attraction or not, like in middle school i played around with bi, demi, grey-ace, but that was me trying to be like "yeah i still feel sexual attraction sometimes [has never actually felt sexually attracted to a person ever]"

i think i was trying to tell myself i was a late bloomer, that it would come with the right person/it would come when it comes/etc, but nah i wasnt any sort of bloomer. i dont even bloom in the right conditions. im a plant with no flowers. some kinda weird vine. or maybe a clover.

point is being aroace was a conclusion i arrive at after much testing.

#fae talks #asexual #aromantic #aroace

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dmwrites · 1 year

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“Cleo, I am requesting some help, and I believe your experience and expertise will be the most beneficial to my needs.” Joe said, landing neatly in front of Cleo at her base.

Cleo sighed. “For once in my life, I’d like if someone was just like ‘hey Cleo, i need this’ and like there aren’t ten thousand adjectives in the damn sentence. You know what I just got done doing? Translating a letter for Jevin. Why did it need to be translated, I hear you asking? Well, it was written in Latin, which he said I should understand as I am basically a corpse. So I translated it for him, free of charge I might add, and all it turned out to be was a death threat written by Jevin, but it took me four hours to figure out! Damn him!” Cleo took a deep breath to pull herself together. Joe just kind of looked at her expectantly. “What do you need, Joe?”

“I need to learn a skill that you are proficient at.” Joe said.

“What skill is that, Joe?” Cleo replied

“Being a hater.” Joe answered, making sure not to add extra adjectives.

“Wha- excuse me!” Cleo scoffed at him, affronted. “I am not- well, not all- okay, yeah, I’m a hater. Who are you trying to hate on, Joe? Spill the tea.” Joe opened his mouth, but Cleo interrupted him. “And you can use many adjectives, before you try to one-up me.”

Joe nodded. “So, You and Jevin have your rivalry, and I now have one of my own, someone I can actually beef with in the physical world on a daily basis, instead of some faceless corporation or social construct.”

“That’s fantastic, Joe.” Cleo said encouragingly. “Who is it? Is it Grian?”

“Close. It’s Grumbot.”

Cleo cackled. “Grumbot? Joe, you can’t be serious. You’re beef is with a robot? Actually, that tracks with your personality. For goodness sake, Joe, why on earth are you beefing with a robot?”

“He is cruel, Cleo!” Joe replied crossly. “He got us stuck in that empires place! And he broke my audio recording equipment! He gives people strange tasks to do.”

“You mean the content generator? That- never mind, you know what, I will always support you Joe, especially in your pettiest of battles, because it is all very funny to me.” Cleo said. “So, what kind of hating do you want to do? Pranks? Slander on social media? Doxxing? Death threats? Actual death?”

“We should start small.” Joe decided. “I want the crushing of Grumbot’s spirit to be slow and painful.”

“That’s nice, Joe.” Cleo said, not really paying attention. “Oh! I got it! The perfect petty hater move!”

Joe stood before Grumbot, arms crossed. “Hey, Grumbot!”

Grumbot was on, or at least there were a few buttons flashing, so Joe assumed he was on. Joe snuck a peek at his hand, where he’d written his notes from Cleo.

“You know that whole shtick you pulled with the rift? That is what the kids would call maidenless behavior! Ha! Get served!” Joe looked down at his hand. “Oh, I gotta dab, Cleo says the kids hate that. Uh, and dab!” Joe dabbed, and then flew off before Grumbot could react (as he was a robot, and not actually listening, he didn’t react at all, but Joe never found that out).

Joe 1, Grumbot 0.

Well, according to Joe, that is.

#December 6 2022 #fic #hc9 #joe hills #zombiecleo #Grumbot #listen read the description of Joe’s most recent video and you’ll get it

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camels-pen · 4 months

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If you’re still taking writing prompts how about zoro being overprotective of usopp and trying and failing to be subtle about it lol. Love your writing btw it’s always so good💕

:D I'm glad you like my writing! And thanks for the prompt!

warning: choking

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“You’re gonna choke.”

“Shut up, I’ve got this,” Usopp said. At least, that’s what it sounded like muffled by the 20-odd octopus weiners shoved in his mouth. Zoro was sitting beside him, chin resting in his palm and eating his breakfast at a much more leisurely pace. He was also sitting a reasonable distance away to avoid getting hit with any stray weiners that might slip out. On Usopp’s other side, Robin was doing the same.

Usopp followed up with something about beating Luffy and Zoro lazily dragged his gaze across the table. Their captain was also stuffing his mouth, but with whole pancakes rather than weiners. He was also glaring at Usopp between stuffing more food in his large rubbery cheeks.

Zoro rolled his eye. “You’re both gonna choke.”

Usopp smacked his shoulder and made a noise of disagreement. Zoro took a sip of his coffee and went back to his breakfast.

A moment later, Usopp slapped him again.

“Yeah yeah, I get it, you’re the Great Usopp and you’ve never lost a food stuffing contest.” His lips quirked as a thought occurred to him. “Or should I call you God Usopp now?” Usopp made a noise of disagreement and slapped him again. Zoro laughed.

He watched Usopp carefully add another weiner, his hand as steady as ever, out of the corner of his eye before taking another sip. Usopp made a noise of success. Next to Luffy, Franky laughed at something or other—maybe Usopp himself with how ridiculous he looked—and slapped the table. The little picnic table shook and Usopp made a noise like he was being strangled.

With his free hand, Zoro gave him a good slap on the back—maybe too good with the way Usopp nearly faceplanted into the table, but it got the job done. Usopp turned to hunch over the side and made some truly pitiable sounds as he spit out his food.

As soon as Usopp’s coughing had started to subside, he said, “Don’t say it.”

Zoro smirked. “Say what?”

Usopp swatted his side before bending over again. He was practically lying on the bench, his head pressed against Robin’s thigh and forearms hanging over the seat. Robin gave him two pats on his hair before saying something vaguely morbid. Usopp shivered just as Franky laughed again.

Zoro picked up his mug again. Usopp looked comfy down there. He wanted to lay down and nap with him. Unfortuantely, the seat was far too small and Robin wouldn’t tolerate two people on her leg, so he settled for rubbing circles in Usopp’s calf.

A tiger mink, one of the ones that had brought their breakfast, was passing behind them. She had an empty tray in one hand. Zoro watched with a curious eye before stiffening at her other hand reaching for Usopp.

In one swift movement, he was dangling the mink by her shirt collar and glaring into her startled eyes. The tray fell with a clatter.

“Don’t touch him.”

The surrounding chatter from his crew—and, he supposed, the other minks—died down. He could feel stares at the back of his head. Something—someone familiar tugged at the hem of his shirt.

He glared at the mink until she nodded frantically, then dropped her. She landed gracefully on her feet, though she immediately stumbled when backing away. Huh, he supposed those old sayings about cats had some merit.

“Zoro,” came a tired, irritated voice. There was a slap to the back of his head and he hissed out of reflex. The hand returned, running through his hair lightly and he had to fight back a content sigh. Then his head was jerked down into a bow.

“Amazing,” Brook said quietly. “You’d think he wouldn’t fall for that by now.”

Zoro made a mental note to kill Brook later.

“I am very deeply sorry for this idiot,” Usopp started, the routine speech making Zoro grind his teeth. He half paid attention as Usopp said the same shtick as usual, a distant feeling of something wet on his hand.

“Ah,” he said, staring at the little white splinters in his hand. He forgot about the coffee.

“Don’t interrupt—Zoro.” Somehow Usopp’s voice was more irritated. He turned back to the tiger mink—who was rather calm for someone Zoro had just threatened—and wrapped up the apology speech before excusing himself to look at Zoro’s hand.

By the end of it, the tiger mink looked bewildered by whatever Usopp had made up about him and grabbed their tray before leaving. Their crewmates went back to their breakfast, talking as if nothing had happened. Usopp tugged Zoro back down to his seat and Zoro kept his eye averted.

Usopp sighed, digging around in his bag. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“It’s not that bad,” he said.

“I’m not talking about your hand.”

Zoro didn’t say anything for a long moment. Usopp pulled out a pair of tweezers and held his hand gently. The other minks and pirates started talking again, although quieter than their crewmates. Zoro stubbornly waited until Usopp pulled the last splinter.

“...I’m not overprotective,” he eventually grumbled. “I’m keeping an eye out.”

“Uh huh.” He frowned harder. “Aww c’mon don’t pout.” His frowned eased and loosened as Usopp leaned forward to peck him on the lips. “I appreciate you looking out for me, okay? Just please learn to lighten up.”

His frown returned. “You shouldn’t be so trusting.”

Usopp huffed. “You should be more trusting.”

He narrowed his eye. “Whiskey Peak.”

Usopp threw his head back with a groan. “That was one time! And the others fell for it too!”

“Uh huh,” Zoro said, mimicking Usopp’s voice.

Usopp swatted him with a mumbled, “Shut up.” His brows were furrowed, a harsh frown on his face as he stared intently at the small cuts on Zoro’s hand.

Zoro slid his fingers into Usopp’s, intertwining their hands. He tugged them up to his lips and pressed a kiss to Usopp’s wrist, to his pulse point. His gaze stayed on Usopp, steady and imploring.

Usopp sighed, the sound resigned. Fond. “I know,” he said softly, a smile curling his lips. “I love you too.”

#one piece #usopp #roronoa zoro #zosopp #nemo the writing ho #ask #answered #this is supposed to be like the morning after they get to Zou #the trifecta(?) of zosopp: stupid protective and soft #hehe trifecta. three-sword style. get it #(there's more to zosopp i just thought these tags were funny)#anyway this was originally gonna be Zoro not knowing about Garchu and ended up with this instead. bon apppetit #and thanks again for the prompt! feel free to send more if you think of any!

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douxbise · 3 months

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i enjoy nicki and meg. they’re my favorite female rappers. & i don’t have to much to say on the lyrical part of this beef just because it’s rap. they’re getting back to their roots lmao. at least it’s between two women who can ACTUALLY rap. anyway, i find it very heinous of nicki minaj to go on twitter & (whatever radio station app she uses) to talk about megan’s traumatic events to her extremist parasocial fanbase so they can harass meg literally for the rest of her life. i think why i find it so heinous bc nicki opened up about her domestic violence trauma with the rapper meek mill on queen radio & twitter about 4 years ago and played out the whole protect black women shtick from then until now. if it really was protect black women would you have to go to the extent your going to. like in 2018-2019 yk what it felt like to be hated by the world. you had a BIG hate train. meg experienced her hate train in 2023. yk what it feels like to be unprotected why would you put her through the same positions if it’s protect black women? & don’t even get me started on the black woman thing like you stamped yourself as the multiracial lightskin black girl. to be black but not really black. looking trinidadian, japanese, and indian! like you’re nicki minaj get a gripppp. your influence and catalogue is way more than arguing with these young adult woman. you’re convicted rapist husband and now registered sex offender, gang affiliated, gutterbutt husband already took years from your lifespan pls don’t damage it further.

#nicki minaj #megan thee stallion #41 and insecure #megan’s law #megan got her real good #i’m messy so i’m going to enjoy this rap beef #i wish nicki minaj knew she was nicki minaj #my 10 year old self is very sad but it happens to the best of us #pink friday 2 #if she didn’t have that hood booger rapist she calls her husband around her they wouldn’t have nothing to clock her on

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howhow326 · 8 months

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Nino salt prompt: What if Rocketear had consequences

Basically, everything that happens in Rocketear happens the exact same way (Nino assuming the worst of Alya, Nino assuming Chat Noir is Ariana Grande, Nino breaking Ladybug's AND Alya's trust at the same time by revealing his/Alya's identity to Adrien, Nino slut shaming Adrien to his face on accident) except the very end of the episode, where Alya tells Nino she is now Rena Furtive.

Instead, Alya tries to reassure Nino that she will always love him no matter what, while lightly asking him "hey, you followed me to my house without permission and took a video of me without my knowledge, wtf?!"

Nino then proceeds to show his ass like usual ("I needed to protect you from that homewreaker!" "I'm your boyfriend so it's perfectly okay for me to stalk you!!").

Alya really dosen't like this side of Nino, so she asks if their relationship can go on break for a bit (and Nino tries to manipulate her more with his "you don't love me!!!" Shtick)

The next day at school, Adrien pulls Alya aside and jokingly asks her "hey, are you Rena Rouge haha lol".

Alya is horrified.

Adrien then gives Alya the full story: Nino wanted to convince Adrien that Chat Nior had seduced Alya and revealed their identities as proof that Alya was only now kerping secrets. Adrien wanted to forget he heard anything, but he decided to ask Alya anyway because he knew what Nino had done wasn't right.

Alya is now infuriated. She can't believe Nino had the gall to be upset about her secrets only for him to go behind her back and violate her privacy this way. Especially since what Nino just did puts his identity at risk!

Alya thanks Adrien for being honest with her. After school, she marches straight to Marinette's house and tells her everything. Alya thought her best friend would be even angrier than she had been.

Marinette is heartbroken when she hears the scoop. How could someone she trusts do that, especially after what happened with Chloe. Marinette decides that Nino news a new secret identity since Carapace has been compromised, but Alya orders her to cut him loose. Nino can't be trusted.

When Ladybug pulls Nino aside and tells him he can't be Carapace anymore because he revealed his identity, the only thing he feels is surpise. The boy really didn't think this was a possibility.

The realization eventually sets in and he gets akumatized. He becomes Shell Shocker and goes after Adrien for "ruining his relationships!" Adrien tries to encourage Nino to give up the akuma, but then Nino reveals he willingly accepted Hawkmoths deal... this is who he really is.

Ladybug, whith some assistance from Rena Furtive, takes him down. Nino tries to play it off, "oh uh, i was akumatized??? Thanks for saving me Ladybug!" But Adrien shuts him down right quick, "He's lying! He willingly accepted the akuma just to get back at his girlfriend!" Adrien calling him out like that takes Nino by surpise, but it's the least of his worries.

Alya secretly recorded the whole fight and posted it onto the Ladyblog. Everybody in Paris now knows who Nino truly is. All of his friendships are destroyed; Marinette and Adrien cut him off for good; and Alya finnaly dumps him. His family decides to leave Paris for his own good.

At the airport, Nino has a chance encounter with Chloe. "Well well well, if it isn't the loser who got exposed for working with Hawkmoth! Even when I did that fashion victim a favor, I made sure that nobody in Paris could see I made a deal with him. You're ridiculous, Lahiffe, utterly ridiculous!"

"Sh-shut up Chloe!" Nino stutters out.

"Waaa, shut up! God, even your insults are basic, bitch. Well, before you go, I have a new scoop for you Nino... News flash! Alya dosen't love you anymore, and it's all your fault!!! It's hilarious, utterly hilarious!"

When Nino finnaly gets to his new bedroom, he cries himself to sleep realizing that he ruined his own life because didn't think there would be consequences...

Edit: optional shipping: Nino x Lila, Alya x Marinette, Alya x Adrien, Marinette x Alya x Adrien

#nino salt #back on my bs #ml salt #ml salt prompt #ml salt fic #alya sugar #adrien sugar #marinette sugar #chloe sugar?#nino x lila #ninola #alyanette #adrien x alya #alyadrien #alyadrininette

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raised-u-fr0m-perdition · 2 months

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we could be more | dean winchester | 19

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE - PART ONE

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD - LORDE

I coughed, cringing. “This place is musty. What am I kidding? I’m in a coffin. Ok, uh, transportation spell, that’s the basics.” I held my finger out, drawing a rune in the air. Next thing I knew, I was on solid Earth ground. My shirt had a rip and blood stained it, but no stab wound. Nothing.

“What the hell?” I panted, looking around. “Nah, I just came from there, didn’t I? Where am I?” I took out my phone, dialling Dean, but the call immediately cut. “Damn it!”

I started walking, muttering under my breath. “I’m dead. Or at least I’m meant to be dead. But that doesn’t make a lick of sense. I’d only be brought back if…” I stopped.

I’m gonna kill him. Give him an early ticket.

“YOU SON OF A-“

I knocked on a motel door after five hours of intense tracking, furious. And as soon as it opened, I pressed my forearm against Dean’s collarbone, shoving him into the wall beside the door. His eyes widened upon seeing me, eyebrows furrowing while he tried to pry himself from the wall, but I shoved him against it harder.

“You don’t have long left, do you? Huh?” I growled, but the look on his face was disbelieving. “You shot me, Dean, I’m meant to be six feet under right now.” Then he switched the positions, turning us around as he pinned me to the wall instead, both hands held above my head. His eyes raked up and down my body, lingering on every scar I had. I could feel his breath on me, fanning against my lips in a consistent rhythm.

“You picked the wrong person to become, shapeshifter. Or are you a demon? If so, it’s sick to possess a dead woman’s body.” Dean retorted, his face dangerously close to mine.

“I’m really Ivy, you dumbass.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

”Tell me something only she’d know.”

“Your name is Dean Henry Winchester. You’re afraid of flying, have a lucky pair of socks that you wear when we confront the spirit on a hunt and…” I thought for a moment, “you and I had sex on November the 16th, 2006.”

His grip faltered, and the hard look in his eyes changed to one of hope, relief and something I couldn’t put my finger on. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

”Who else?” I grimaced, and he hugged me, stroking my hair as his tears soaked my shoulder. But when he stepped back…

I decked him in the face.

“Ow-“

“HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU HAVE LEFT, YOU MORON?!”

“What do you mean-“

“You made a deal, right?” I snapped. “A deal to bring me back? How long’s left? Ten years, five, thirty minutes?!”

“I didn’t make a deal!”

“Liar!”

“Look at me, Beanie.” He took my face, making me stare into his green eyes, which were intently boring into me. “Do I look like I’m lyin’ to you?”

I sighed, taking a step back and turning away to think. I ran a hand through my hair, then both over my face. “I’m sorry. I’ve been jumpy since… hell.”

“What happened?”

“I…” I gulped, debating whether or not to tell. “I can’t remember.”

“You can’t?”

“Not a lick.” I shrugged. “But if you didn’t make a deal, who did?”

“James hasn’t, neither have Bobby, Jo, the works.”

It hit me, and I sank onto the sofa.

“Dad.”

“Hey, Dean?” Sam called when he walked in, and he dropped the bag of groceries when the first thing he saw was me. “Ivy?”

“Before you do the whole ‘tell me something only Ivonne Rainer would know’ shtick, I know your favourite pair of underwear is your Star Wars pair.” I smirked, and he let out a breathless laugh.

“So it is you.”

“Surprise!” I grinned, and we instantly hugged each other, and he stammered.

“H-How?”

“Dad.” I gulped. “He made a deal. I checked with Bobby; he died thirty minutes before I woke up.”

“The guilt must have gotten to him.” Sam grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

“I mean, I don’t feel that bothered.” I shrugged. “After what he did to Quinn, prepping me like a lamb for slaughter, I…” I sighed, shaking my head. “I can’t ever forgive him for that. Even if he gave his life for mine. Even so, I’m on ground zero again. No blood relatives, except for Bobby, but he’s pretty much the best option I have. And I’m glad he is.” I picked up a cloth, taking out my gun (Dean gave it back) and cleaning my blood off.

“Do you have the… bullet scar?” I checked myself, then pulled down my shirt’s collar. Right on my collarbone, there was a visible light brown circle. Then I lifted it up by the hem, a faint line there.

“Yeah.”

“What- what’s that on your, um, above chest area?” I frowned, then pulled off my shirt, going to the mirror. And there it was, a tattoo on my collarbone. It read:

ησ яєѕт ƒσя тнє ωι¢кє∂

“No rest for the wicked.” I whispered. “What?”

“People usually say that to say that sinners await total damnation in hell.”

“Well, I just came from there, and I’m not going back.”

We pulled up at a small restaurant, and Sam and I were going to go pick up the food from inside.

“Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time, huh?” Dean lectured, handing us the money.

“We’re going to be the ones riding with ‘extra onions’.” I scoffed, getting out of the car with Sam, both of us walking towards the building.

“AND DON’T FORGET MY PIE! I LOVE ME SOME PIE!”

“Yeah, right.” I chuckled.

“First meal since hell.” Sam grinned, and I stiffened up a bit, but I loosened myself, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Better be a good one, then.” We strolled in, and started ordering stuff from the waiter, but then everything went black.

I opened my eyes, finding myself in an abandoned building. I stood up, peering at the place, which was dark, with the exception of the one window, and shabby, and smelt rank.

“What the hell?” I breathed, then used my elbow to bust the window open. I cleared the glass, climbing out and looking at the surroundings. “Is this some sort of arena or something? And where’s Sam? Sam, you there?! You anywhere? SAM!”

“IS THAT BOSTON LADY?!” A scruffy looking guy pelted out of a house, and I instantly recognised him.

“Andy?” I called, running over, and he did too.

“You’re that cool girl, right?” He panted. “Y-You gave me that sick gun that I killed my evil twin brother with. Issy?”

“Close. It’s Ivy.”

”Ivy. Right. I don’t feel safe right now, so it’s good that you’re here cause if I get jumped I’ll have no idea what to do.” He took me by my shoulders, shaking me. “Help me.”

“That’s what I’m here for, now c’mon, we need to get inside, grab anything that can be used as a weapon and hide, ok?” I patted him on the back, urging him into the next building. “Go! In front of me, now!” We went inside, and I gave Andy a pole that I found, taking out my gun and walking to the edge of the door, holding it up. My ears pricked up when I heard a small clunk, and in his panic, Andy stepped on a creaky plank of wood. I gave him a look, making him mouth sorry, so I gestured him to step back.

A plank of wood emerged from the doorframe, so when the wielder stepped in I shouldered them into the door, then took the collar of their shirt and shoved them into the floor, holding my gun to their head-

It’s Sam.

”Sam.” I sighed, removing the gun. “I almost killed you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” Sam chuckled, and I helped him up, checking him.

“Did you get hurt?”

“No blemishes so far.”

“Good.”

Then Sam looked over my shoulder. “Andy?”

“Sam!” Andy exclaimed. “What are you two doing here?”

“We don’t know.”

“What am I doing here?!”

“We don’t know.”

“Where are we?!”

“Andy,” I grimaced, “calm down.”

“I can’t calm down!” He yelled. “I just woke up in freaking Frontierland!”

“Ok, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Honestly? My fourth bong load. It was weird. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell. Like, uh…”

“Like sulfur?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. How did you know that?”

“Sam.” I gasped. “Dean.”

“Is he- is he here?”

“Nope.” I shook my head, pacing. “We don’t know where he is, or if he’s even alive.” Then we heard screaming, so we followed it to a house where there was banging on the door.

“Help me! Help me, please!” A woman cried out.

“We’re here, ok? We’re gonna get you out.”

“Please!”

“Alright, give me a second.” I clicked off my gun, shooting the padlock and opening the door to see Ava Wilson, the girl who Sam was with when Gordon hunted us down.

“Ava?” Sam frowned.

“Sam! I’m so glad you’re here!” She tightly hugged him, and Andy smirked.

“Well,” He joked, “looks like you two know each other.”

“Not like that, buddy.” I whispered to him.

Ava let Sam go, looking around desperately. “How did you—I mean, how did you—”

Sam looked her up and down, then around, unconsciously mimicking her. “Ava, have you been here this whole time?”

“What whole time? I woke up in here, like, thirty minutes ago.”

“Ava, you’ve been gone for five months.” I informed bluntly.

“Don’t sugarcoat it.” Sam murmured.

“That’s sugarcoating it, mate.”

“Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago.” Ava refused indignantly.

“You didn’t. I’m sorry.” Sam apologised.

“But… that makes no sense. That’s not—oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!”

“Well…” She gasped upon realising, and then her gaze turned on Andy.

“Hey. Andy.” Andy waved. “Also freaking out.”

“Ok…” Ava rounded on me, close to hysterical. “What’s happening?”

“I’m as in the dark as you are, ok?” I replied. “All we need to do is stick together-“

“Is anybody there?” A male voice called out.

”There’s more?” We headed towards the voice, finding a guy dressed in an army suit and a blonde haired girl with folded arms. “Hello? Hey! Hey, you guys all right?”

“We think so.” The guy nodded.

“I’m Sam.” Sam said.

“Jake.”

“Ivy.” I smiled.

“Lily.” The girl whispered, making me stiffen up again. Lily, huh?

“Are there any more of you?”

“No.” She quivered. “How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Jake shrugged, “I just fell asleep in Afghanistan.”

“Let me take a wild guess: you two are both twenty-three?” Sam asked. “We all are, except one. And we all have abilities.”

“What?”

“Started around last year, with the exception of one-“

“And who’s that one?”

“That’s me, chucklehead.” I announced, lifting my hand. “Ivonne Rainer, twenty seven years old, nice to meet you. And my abilities started eight years ago.”

“Aren’t you special?” Lily snivelled.

“Watch your tongue, cause my powers aren’t desirable to face.”

“I can put thoughts into people’s heads.” Andy explained eagerly. “Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it, I don’t think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this- I’ve been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too.”

“I have visions. Psychic stuff.” Sam added.

“So, you go, ‘Simon says give me your wallet’, and they do?” Lily scoffed, then turned to Sam. “You have visions? That’s great! I’d kill for something like that.”

“Lily, listen, it’s okay—”

“No. It’s not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home.”

“Hey, Lily, we all do.” I cut in. “But right now? I don’t think we can.”

“What can you do, then?”

“I’m a witch. Not a normal one, like Harry Potter, no. I don’t use a wand, I use my mind. And my hands. It’s more of a curse than a blessing.”

“How could that possibly be a curse?”

“Because these powers killed my brother. They became a conduit for people to murder my family. And, about a year ago, I was branded with some rune that stopped me from using ‘em. You don’t wanna know the rest, but it involves my ex-boyfriend dying.”

“Damn.” Jake breathed.

“Damn indeed. Which brings me onto my next piece of relevant information. We weren’t brought here by a who, we were brought here by a what.” I faced everyone, prepared to break the news. “We were brought here by a demon.”

“What?!” Ava gasped.

“You heard me. There’s a war that’s gonna happen. We’re meant to fight in it.”

“So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?” Jake scoffed.

Sam shrugged. “Well, when you put it like that-“

“And, and we’ve been picked?”

“Yes.”

“Why us?”

“We’re not sure, ok?” I snapped.

“Why are you so hopped up?”

“I’ll tell you why.” I seethed, running a hand through my hair. “I was brought back to life yesterday and now I’m thrown into a war which now I realise my brother was meant to fight.”

“Wait.” Lily frowned. “You were dead yesterday?”

“Dead for three months, compadre, but my dad made a deal with a demon that killed him. That kind of thing isn’t ideal, never try it, ok? When my brother died, the power that was meant to go to him went to me instead, for reasons unknown. Being put into a FRICKIN’ DEMON WAR isn’t exactly how I wanna spend my Sunday. And I’m sure it’s not for any of you either.”

Sam sighed. “Look, I know it sounds crazy, but—“

“It doesn’t just sound it.” Jake scoffed.

“I don’t really care what you think, okay? If we’re all gathered here together, then that means it’s starting and that we’ve gotta—”

“The only thing I’ve gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay?” He started retreating. “I’ve heard enough. I’m better off on my own. FYI, so are you.”

“Jake, stop. Look, Jake-“ Sam jogged after Jake, while I turned back to the other three.

“Ok,” I sighed, “Get into that church there.” I pointed to a church at the side. “Password is, I dunno, guacamole. You hear that, you open the door. You don’t? Don’t think about it.”

“Why should we listen to you?” Lily huffed, crossing her arms again.

I pulled out my gun, smiling. “Cause I’ve got a gun. Go, hide.” They ran off, and I took a look around, but then everything went darker.

“Ivonne Rainer.” I turned around to see a man there, smirking. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You’re Yellow Eyes, aren’t you?” I asked, and he blinked, showing me his true eye colour.

“You got me. But we’re here to discuss you. Now, little Carter, but if he was alive, he wouldn’t be so little, was meant to be in your place, but somehow his specialness got transferred to you.”

“So- wait - I’m not meant to be here?” I frowned, shaking my head.

“No, you’re not.”

“And you didn’t transfer these godforsaken abilities to me either?”

“Nein.” He grinned. “But, I have to say, you’re doing pretty well for a replacement. Especially after your rendezvous to hell, well, your powers are stronger than ever. They’re… potent. Useful.”

“Useful for what?”

“Well, all this isn’t a little get together for soldiers.” He walked up to me, that sick smirk that all evil masterminds do on his face. “This… is survival of the fittest.”

“What?”

“I have an army waiting. But where comes an army, comes a leader. I need a strong, capable person to stand at the head of the army and take over the world - and, well, Sammy Winchester is the horse I’m betting on. Somehow, you’re not a part of it. Just a bystander in the face of total annihilation.”

“Yeah, so I’m supposed to watch as people die?”

“Took the words out of my mouth, girlie. Or you can help take the weaker ones off the board for me.”

“I’m actually glad Carter isn’t here to experience this.” I growled. “You’re sick.”

“I’m smart, dear, there’s a difference. The moment they find out that this is a fight to the death, they’ll become feral. Putting you in would hardly be fair, don’t you think? Look at you. The oldest. You’ve had your powers the longest, and that’s a very nice advantage. Even without them, you still managed extremely well, even for my standards. The man downstairs is impressed.” He jerked his head towards the church. “Those squirrels in there? You’d rip them apart without a second glance.” He chuckled. “Turn ‘em into chum for the sharks.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, I’m right, glad you agree.” He smirked, then gave me a ‘see where I’m coming from’ look. “You know it as well as I do. You went nice on that hunter. What was his name? Ah, Gordon.” The name struck a nerve, but I held it. “You and I both know you were itching to put that bullet through his brain instead of his foot.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing cynically. “I’m not a psychopath. Deal with it.”

“Then there was the time you were being possessed by your sister. You had the chops to fight back, but why didn’t you?” He stared straight into my soul, then nodded knowingly. “I know why. You wanted it.”

”Shut up.”

”It’s more than you’d like to admit, but you wanted to harm those who came in your way. Before you knew your father was a stinking coward and frankly a waste of your precious time, you wanted revenge on the Winchester boys for what their dad did.”

“Shut up.”

“But it was an on and off thing for you because, well, Sammy’s your Carter replacement and you have what’s called a mini-crush on Dean-o.”

“I said shut up, you son of a-“

“Oh, but I’m not done yet. Then when it came to hurting them, you had so much anger that it was easy to harness. Then your dad, well, that was a different story. In actuality, you weren’t possessed at the time. Quinn let you go- great solider of mine, by the way- just to see what you could do. And you shot that sick son of a gun-“

“I SAID SHUT IT!” My eyes glowed red as I held my hand out, and his throat glowed red as he choked on the energy I was forcing down his throat. I grinned, the thrill of it rushing through my veins by the second. This felt good. Screw that, it felt amazing. “I don’t know who you think you are, Yellow Eyes, but I’m takin’ none of this from you. I don’t want to rip them apart if they hurt Sam, but you? I’d have no greater pleasure-“ Then the setting disappeared, and reappeared again, with Yellow Eyes behind me again.

“You’re not going to tell them the truth.” He smirked, and I moved to repeat the treatment, but he held his finger up to signal that he wasn’t going to taunt me any longer. “I know it. Because you want to assess them, find out which one to shoot first. Good call.”

“Get out of my head.”

“As you wish.” The surroundings brightened again, and the first thing I heard was Ava’s screams. I ran towards it, and Lily was hanging from the windmill.

Kill #1.

“I leave to assess the area for thirty minutes…” I lied, exchanging a look with Sam.

“Okay, that’s officially—Sam, she’s dead! She’s dead!” Ava cried hysterically. “You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here.”

“Stop.” Sam ordered.

“I second that emotion.” Andy gulped.

“Not sure that’s an option.” Jake frowned.

Ava sobbed, confused. “What?”

“Lily was trying to leave.” I explained, biting my lip. “She was killed. That means neither can we. Jake, get her down. Sam, we need Dean, a cell, something. Demon took my phone, but not my gun.”

“Alright.” Jake went off to get Lily down, while Andy raised his hand.

”You know, you may not need one.” He stammered. “I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?”

Sam searched his pockets for a moment, then turned to me. “He’s touched Ivy.”

“He’s touched you too!” I snapped.

“But he’s… touched, touched you.”

“That kiss did say something.” Andy smirked, then gestured for me to hold out my arm. “If I’m doing this with humans, it’s your message that’s projected. So you’re gonna have to work hard to get it to him. There may be a headache.”

”I don’t care.” I sighed, rolling up my sleeve and holding my arm out. “Do it.” He took my forearm, concentrating for a second, then I felt my mind transport to wherever Dean was. I entered his mind, then thought about the place we were at, with the bell, projecting it to him. I could feel him receiving it, but then there was a ringing sound and a sharp pain, so I pulled out, wrenching my arm out of Andy’s. “I think it worked. If not, well, we’re screwed.”

“Your brother.” Andy started while we were lining salt. “He was meant to be like us?”

“Yep.” I nodded. “Then I got these blasted abilities. I’m actually glad it was me and not him, really. He wouldn’t have to go through all this hell.”

“Sounds like you’ve went through it.”

“Mhmm, just came back from 20 years of it.”

“Nice one.” He laughed, then realised. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.” I replied smoothly, then chuckled. “Welcome to my world, buddy.”

”As soon as this is over, I wanna get out of it.”

“Fair enough. I would if I were you.”

“If I really think about it, though, after what just happened to Lily, the ones who actually have a chance of making it are you and Sam.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Look at you two. You know what you’re doing. The rest of us? We’re following after you and you know what happens when people lag behind in a horror movie.”

“You could end up surviving.” I shrugged. “Don’t rule it out.”

“I could, but it’s unlikely. My powers are useless here.”

“They’re useful out there, remember that.” Sam came back in with Jake and a weeping Ava. “Place secure?”

“Affirmative.” Jake nodded.

“Alright, we can sleep now. Thank goodness.”

I woke up to screaming, so I instantly leapt up, sprinting towards the source.

“Who we are, Sam.” Ava chuckled, standing on a mangled Andy. I instantly felt like a knife stabbed through me; I’d told him to keep his head up. And here he was, dead. I felt the same anger i’d had with Yellow Eyes flood my head, building up by the second. “If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain. I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?”

“Control demons.” Sam muttered.

“Ah, you are quick on the draw. Yeah, I’m sorry, Sam. But, it’s over-“ I pulled out my gun, shooting Ava in the back of the neck, watching her fall to the floor.

“Hell of a shot.” Jake gulped from behind me.

“I know. Let’s get out of here.” I frowned, looking down at Andy’s body.

Kill #2 and #3.

“You’d rip them apart.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“I think we can make it out of here now.” Sam thought aloud, but Jake stopped him.

“But the Acheri demon…” He trailed off.

”No, Ava was summoning it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s gone. We gotta go.”

“Not ‘we’, Sam. Only one of us is getting out of here with Ivy. I, I’m sorry.”

“S-Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I-I like you, man. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for both of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill him.”

“Jake, don’t.” I warned. “Don’t-“ He punched Sam, making him fly into a fence. Then he cracked my head against a pillar, and I collapsed, holding my head. Everything went blurry for a while, until it cleared up all of a sudden and I could see Jake about to deliver what could have been a coup de grace to Sam. I stood up, my eyes glowing red as I moved my hands, lifting Jake into the air and into the wall opposite, making him fall forward after the impact. I had nothing in my head, just protect Sammy playing on a loop. He stumbled forward, so I made a pole levitate and smack him in the head, rendering him unconscious.

“You still got it, then.” Sam panted, standing up.

“Looks like it.” I breathed, looking down at Jake like he was dirt on my boot. “Douche.”

“SAM?! BEANIE?!” The voice gave me relief, all the previous anger washing away when I heard Dean, a chuckle escaping me.

“DEAN!” We ran towards Dean and Bobby, who were running with flashlights.

“Sam, look out!” Then a familiar stabbing sound ripped through the air, and Sam gasped and my eyes glowed red for a second, what felt like the same pain tearing through me as my knees threatened to give way. Jake twisted the knife before taking it out, running off with Bobby hot on his heels. I caught Sam before he fell, lowering him to his knees while Dean slid on his own to reach us. “No, Sam.” Sam’s head fell onto my shoulder, but I pushed it back up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you.” I bit back tears, placing my palm on Sam’s wound, but it came back with a startling amount of blood. I felt like i’d break down, the reality weighing on me, but I tried to remain strong. For Dean. “Dean, he’s-“

“It’s not even that bad.” Dean chuckled, deceiving himself. “It’s not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?” Sam’s head kept wobbling, but he gave no response. “Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!” Sam’s eyes slid shut and he went limp, and Dean broke.

“I’m so sorry, Sam.” I whispered, stroking his hair. “I’m so sorry.”

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Dean muttered, taking Sam and cradling him.

“I could’ve…”

“SAM!”

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danwhobrowses · 2 months

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One Piece Chapter 1107 - Initial Thoughts

And we're back from another break

A break of a lot of implications; Gear Fifth is back, Bonney controls all Pacifista, and Giants! Things are feeling like they're hitting a threshold, but still not enough to call an incident, so there must be more to unfold

let's unwrap it then!

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too!

A Law and Bepo cover page now, Law's sleeping on another animal so Bepo's already got the bat out

The giants are on the move, and not just our Little Garden duo but our Enies Lobby duo of Oimo and Kashii

Gonna be kinda awkward when the Giant Warrior Pirates meet Grand Fleet members the New Giant Warrior Pirates, unless they merge into a super Giant Warrior Pirates crew

Usopp catches sight of the giants and is elated to see them again

Also a panel to recap Little Garden for those faint of memory

Edison makes a point that their arrival is likely from Media Coverage, and that the crew is likely being painted in a bad light

Usopp though knows the giants aren't here to fight, they are here to help, and is thus compelled to make it go smoothly

Every time Lilith hits Brook's head I feel like it makes a bobblehead noise

Lilith though is still concerned about stopping the ship, before it burns up on the barrier

Jinbe also laments that they can't afford to dilly dally

Disappointingly, Zoro is still fighting Lucci

It's not just a Zoro-fan thing, you can't go from beating King - a Lunarian and a Yonko commander - to still fighting Lucci, a government assassin Luffy's beaten twice

Also 'I'm in a hurry' is not a good excuse, both men feel like they're in control of the fight

Lucci thinking Zoro is anything like dead weight is folly anyway, the man has met the grim reaper

Back on the coast, 30 ships have been sunk by Pacifista

Vice Admiral Nine-Chins (TCB called him Red King) takes helm on strategy and leads with battleships, lamenting having to attack their own weapons

Back to Luffy though and he wants to know why Bonney is crying

Bonney asks him why he didn't tell her he's Nika, which Luffy doesn't know the name

Also reminder that Bonney still hasn't told Luffy about her time with Sabo at the Reverie

He also roasts Bonney about her Nika punch, so Bonney asks him to show her how it's done

Social Media went mad about Luffy laughing while Vegapunk got stabbed but he literally just didn't notice, now he has he's shocked

Yeah the holier than thou shtick doesn't work on Luffy

And apparently so doesn't the Eye-Shot thing

A Dawn Gatling rocks Saturn and it doesn't get old seeing him get smacked

The Bonney Retrieval Squad use this as a chance to get out of dodge

Vegapunk however believes his number's up, and asks them to leave him

Kizaru, dude, like, let it go

Sanji this time blocks a direct blast, only took like half a year for Sanji fans to get to this fight

Though I daren't go on twitter right now given how Sanji fans will compare this to Zoro still fighting Lucci (even though Raid Suit Sanji could barely fight King)

We could've done more with Franky too, rather than make him a reaction guy

'Light doesn't hold a candle to love' - dude she's 12, simmer

Kizaru laments the expectation that they'll have to bring more heads now, but Sanji's lighting his cigarette so you know he's down for action

Well there's our Blackbeard answer; Devon and Van Augur only

She taps Saturn on the leg after some mockery and that's 'mission accomplished', all that build up just to touch a leg

Jokes aside though this can be big, Teach wanted an in with the WG and now his Kitsune crewmember can transform into one at will, that's some carte blanche there

Saturn notes how Devon wasn't one to be a subordinate, but when Devon notes that Teach is special, Saturn makes a note about his lineage

Possibly another Buccaneer? Or something more? Something Devon is at least privy to as well

Classic evil plan though, they want the whole damn world

Before Saturn can spike them though they warp out, but not off the island, Augur still has limits

Caribou No!

The guy goes full sycophant on the duo, claiming hero worship and a desire to be on Blackbeard's crew, man just wants off the island

I would laugh like hell if Blackbeard also shoved him in a barrel though XD

Well a lot more is happening, including some more battle lines being drawn.

It was a good day for Sanji stans, they are finally gonna get Sanji vs Kizaru while Zoro still deals with Lucci. I'm still disappointed that there's no real reason for his delay, but Oda's never about power scaling, Zoro's delayed because the plot demands he be delayed, much like how the plot demands that Brook doesn't just make an ice pillar, the plot demands that Nami could just use Zeus to carry the crew and the Sunny out of Egghead or the plot demands that Atlas doesn't give Franky the light punching tech foreshadowed at the start of the arc.

In a way it is annoying and a tad lazy (much like off-screening the Seraphim whose value dips every chapter and York's capture - who has been ominously missing) but we do have to remember that Oda is still somehow human. I like Sanji and it'll be a good fight, but I do prefer there to be parity and logic, like just give them both a strong opponent? Let Usopp fight Lucci like he challenged in Enies Lobby to will Luffy to fight.

The Blackbeard stuff does feel underwhelming in the moment, but it's definitely a long term thing, disappointed in Caribou too because he showed slight semblance of a heart but now he's gonna spill all about the Ancient Weapons to Blackbeard and endanger more of our allies, should've left him in Wano and brought Carrot instead... Still notable absences for Stussy and Kaku though, Robin is healing up but still wanna see her well. We're still a question mark over Law, Bepo, Perona, Moria, Drake and most of SWORD & Tashigi too. And the sleeping giant is slowly continuing its awakening.

Things continue to happen at a rumble, but something big has to burst forth as a result.

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spiderh0rse · 9 months

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got around to mag 146, Threshold. the whole intervention thing- eh. let me see if i can order this well.

Jon isn't entirely human anymore, may not be human at all, not entirely clear on that. Point is, he is currently relying on the Eye to keep him alive. Statements, written or taken directly, seem to keep up his health. He says outright that he felt weak when he began hunting. We've heard Jude Perry's say on the matter, "Feed your patron, or it will feed on you." This isn't hunger, it isn't addiction, it's mutualism of a horrible sort where one party cannot choose to back out. If Jon were still human, the Eye would outright be a parasite. Point is, the Eye will eat at him unless he feeds it. At that point, most people would give in.

Daisy underwent something similar, and we've seen what it took to even loosen the connection between her and the Hunt. She had to go into the heart of a completely different entity, and even now that she's out and actively trying to resist the Hunt, she's weak and very clearly in poor condition. And she was still human.

Basira and Melanie are correct that feeding off of people's fear and trauma is a terrible thing to do, but I'd bet anything Basira wouldn't mind if Daisy got right back up to her Hunting shtick and started killing avatars again. She has an intense bias about the situation. Daisy's situation was easier than Jon's, in some ways. Daisy is able to back down. Melanie has felt an entity, been influenced by one. She didn't get a choice in having it excised from her, and has lost trust in everyone involved in the situation. She was the least afflicted of any aligned human in the Archives, and still had a rough time getting back to who she was without the Slaughter.

The situation as a whole is terrible, but Jon is being accused of being a monster, a terrible person, because he is doing everything he has to to avoid being eaten alive. He was tricked into all of this, everyone in the Archives was tricked into being there, but Jon had the least agency in the situation, and still does.

#magnus archives #the magnus archives #mag 146 #if you'd like this is relevant to #statement hunger #i think that's a tag. anyways #i'm interested to see where they go from here #like. i dont think anyone here but basira is in the wrong to be clear #even basira herself makes a VERY GOOD POINT. this is a FUCKED UP SITUATION #but no one here has a choice in the matter from the moment they were hired on #and melanie basira even georgie act like this is something jon is actively choosing to do #choosing to be #and he. clearly wouldn't be this if he could have backed out without dying at any time??#idk. just a bit pissy. s4 really is the 'everyone hates jon' season huh

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mariacallous · 9 months

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that skinny blond guy who's made a career out of making ~~horrifying~~ mid-century recipes for social media makes me want to throw shit. haha, let's all act like children making faces at how icky something is while totally ignoring all social and historical context for just why it was so popular in the first place, what a treat! it definitely doesn't come off as degrading to women who took pride in being able to use convenience foods creatively and inexpensively at a time when this was all brand-new and exciting because it had never been done before! jesus he is annoying. and it makes me so mad that people listen to him!!

Supposedly he's better with his non-tiktok stuff but I've never really gotten his appeal because he does that thing I hate which you pointed out which is doing the "ew icky! and difficult!" shtick about historical food without any contextualizing.

I'm not going to say that all historical food/recipes are great and winners or that you can't discuss how unpleasant something is - if you also explore the context and how things may have changed. But just being humorous about it is such a disappointment and turnoff for me.

I think one of the things people don't get - besides tastes changing and trends shifting - is that the ingredients and equipment we're using today are not the exact same as back whenever, and that a lot of mid-century recipes in particular were geared towards particular brands or expectations which in a lot of cases don't exist anymore, at least in the same way. Preservation and preparation methods have changed over time, which also impacts things too.

For example, Veg-All used to be a combination of 10 mixed vegetables - it's now seven. Kraft used to have a whole range of different flavor options which have died off over the years.

So much about how people approach mid-century recipes and cooking relies on emphasizing how cringe and unaesthetic they are, which is neither insightful nor reassuring.

There's also an inherent "thank god we live NOW and have the foods we have NOW" and ignoring how similarly batshit and potentially "gross" foods are currently.

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neoyi · 9 months

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I had to think about this one for a bit, because what is Danny saving Amity Park and keeping ghosts at bay in spite of whatever conflict either damages his reputation or puts himself/his loved ones in harm's way, still not a purpose he has tasked for himself?

But the more I think about it, the more it dawned on me that Danny's willingness to protect his home was not from something deeply personal for himself, but for what he can do for others. Danny took on the mantle of savior because he wanted to keep his family, friends, and the whole world safe. And he was, at the time, content to do so.

it was automatic, a byproduct of the comics he's read and ideals that's been installed into him.

That's not to say the show ignored his personal dilemma. His entire being as a unique half-ghost kid was constantly challenged by Vlad. The latter is who he could have ended up: narcissistic, self-serving, and manipulative. And that in turn resulted in Dark Danny who was all that, but Ten Thousand Gajillion times worse.

"The Ultimate Enemy" had Danny looking at himself through a hard mirror, but it was a very scratch-the-surface reflection because the show is kind of allergic to maintaining this level of pure anguish for so long (it's not necessarily a bad thing, I am just saying this show's comedic bent was regularly ill-timed), but it was the biggest indicator of his character and what he chose NOT to be.

But that wasn't about chasing purpose, it was about the possibilities of the gift he was given, and what consequences could come of it. Now that he lives what may be his best outcome, what, indeed, can he do?

He'll always save the world. He'll always have support from not just his friends and family, but the entire world. This was a willing decision and he was content with it. But now he's been hit with a genuine question of "what then?" What do you do next?

And the thing is, what he wants to do is... continue to help and protect others.

Nothing has changed, he's still doing the same shtick, but now he's driven by actual realization.

And what he chooses to do next is so damn promising that if we don't see him try and help ghosts like Desiree mend her heart, or Ember cope with her violent death, and so forth and so forth in future comic books (which should very much happen because I am absolutely enamored at how good this one is), then what is even the point, man?

My boy straight up decided to be the goddamn Ghost Avatar. Someone tattoo an arrow on his forehead now.

And I don't think this kind of story line, least written by Hartman and his crew, would have been considered a remote possibility to the extent that the comic implies, waaaaaay back in 2004, when the show aired.

...And that leads into the absolute best thing to have come out of this cursed franchise.

Yeah, okay, it's time for me to talk about the thing. Because I have to talk about The Thing. This entire graphic novel has built up fifteen years of longing of The Thing. I did this live blog Let's Read post so I could get to The Thing.

So.

Yeah.

Let's talk about Vlad...

#neoyi talks #comics

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infinitelytheheartexpands · 10 months

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Faust (Buenos Aires, 2016): Reactions, Part I

sorry it took so long on the turnaround everyone: work and life got a little busier than i planned last week lol

that’s a big chalkboard

depressed santa

psa within the unrelated psa that is this opera: if you are experiencing suicidal thoughts, PLEASE reach out for help. you are loved. life will get better.

addendum to the psa (that IS related to the psa of the opera): do NOT, however, call on satan if you are experiencing suicidal thoughts.

this is the end of the psa (for now)

satan just takin’ a little stroll through the audience!

how are you doubting his power when he just magically showed up right after YOU invoked him

look, he’s a tenor, he HAS to want the soprano(s) first

okay that’s actually kinda clever: méphisto shows faust the vision but we the audience are not privy to it

poof! look! a horny young tenor!

“corrupting a soul! ooh! this will be fun!”

nice chorus costume palette!!!

girls and fortresses are NOT the same nor should they be treated the same

also: why is the choreography PAINFULLY giving “high school musical theatre”

intimidation

giving siébel a sweater vest and glasses is Objectively Correct

“and now let us take off our hats for the Baritone National Anthem”

ONE OF THE GREATEST VILLAIN BANGERS RIGHT HERE, EVERYONE

what are you doing to my poor boy

tfw the new guy at the party is acting like a creepy stalker

why is it a gun? how’s he gonna ward off méphisto with that?

or that works too

well at least he nabbed a couple of méphisto’s assistants i guess

okay, so a bit of a tangent here:

i’ve never read the goethe but in boito’s mefistofele, the whole shtick is that mefistofele is trying to steal away a soul from god and that soul is faust’s. but here méphisto is talkin’ about marguerite and how SHE is directly protected by god, and of course bad boy here is gonna corrupt HER as well over the next few acts.

so a) is this idea of “satan trying and ultimately failing to steal souls held in particularly high esteem by god just for the satisfaction of getting one over on god” a theme in the goethe and b) did gounod/his librettists (“savannah the opera is not based directly on goethe” i know) and boito just put it in their operas but used opposite characters to do so?

anyway back to the opera

she pwetty (also what is that snack)

get ‘im

“you don’t have to respect her boundaries or choices, y’know” stop iiiiiiiiiiiiiit

long live the party! (also love the demon assistants closing the curtains lol)

#opera #opera tag #opera liveblog #faust #gounod #charles francois gounod

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jackwolfes · 8 months

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Hi!!! In which ways do you think ur old version of the sex shop au is ooc for Wylan?

ahh I think he was just, too shy. I think Wylan in canon is quite nervous but he has a LOT going on for him and I feel like when he is jittery it's completely justified? Like, he's anxious when they're being fucking shot at (but importantly only for a little bit before he sorts himself out and manages to get some flash bombs) but through the rest of the heist he's really quite snarky and dry and sardonic - enough that externally, you get the sense that the anxiety is shoved down deep. And even when he dips back into mild panic in high adrenaline situations (the prison showers iirc?) he isn't as unanimously anxious as I think the og sex shop au wrote him as

I think I also now see Wylan as someone who's more private than shy, and more "keeps to himself as a rule" than "is completely out of his depths in embarrassing situations". I also don't think he'd be as awkward or embarrassed as I made him in a sex shop or around sex, because I feel like the only canon evidence we have for that HC is his reaction to Jesper flirting with him - which says how he reacts to his crush DIRECTLY flirting with him, not how he is around sex as a general concept. He's a bit awkward around the concept of brothels but I always took that as how he reacts to work he was told was unbecoming, rather than work that includes sex.

(brief tangent - this is a very very good wesper fic that involves wesper going to a sex shop before going home and fucking that I think is a very accurate look at how Wylan might be in a sex shop (given an established relationship at least); like, he'd be a little timid, sure, but his whole shtick is that he's very curious and just as able to snark back at Jesper even around dildos and butt plugs).

so yeah generally speaking I think the rewrite is predominantly aimed at making him slightly less of an awkward virgin that doesn't know what he's doing and panics at one embarrassing social situation, and more of a private young man with hidden depths (and some nerves, for sure!) but more of a grasp of what's going on

also it is worth noting that a big drive for the rewrite is just a structural thing, and an urge to add in more worldbuilding bits because I just know more about life than I did in 2021 and realise what opportunities I missed the first time, and those changes just, fit better with Wylan in a different stage of life (eg less "oh god what am I doing here" of early Wylan and more "yeah this might as well fucking happen I guess" of later Wylan)

#one day someone will ask me a question and ill give a brief response but it sure as shit aint today #anon #asks

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I don’t know if it’s just me, but one thing I found weird about the Loona and Octavia scene is that Loona talks as if Blitz fucked up towards her but she loves him anyway. But, like,,, no, he didn’t do anything wrong, at least not towards Loona, and especially not in this episode. All he did was politely suggest that she maybe be a little nicer to her clients, and threaten to have her replaced after she beats him up for DARING to give her constructive criticism and pulling the whole “If you don’t like it then get rid of me” shtick, which is a pretty common form of guilt tripping. Sure, he’s shown to be overprotective and sickeningly affectionate, which I get can be annoying, but considering where Loona came from, it’s understandable he’d act that way.

Point is, Blitz has been nothing but an angel to Loona, giving her a home, attention, and affection, and the ONE time he critiques her actions, she flips out, beats his ass, and is constantly rude to him throughout the episode, but in the end she’s like “My dad messed up, but I still love and forgive him” as if SHE didn’t do anything wrong. And to add insult to injury, after this so-called revelation, once she and Blitz reunite, she proceeds to shove him and kick him in the balls. What an arc ladies and gentlemen.

Nah because EXACTLY. They have Loona look at her lighter with Blitz’s symbol when she says that Stolas is “trying”, and the scene acts as if Loona is having some kind of epiphany when it comes to her and her father’s relationship, despite Blitz not even being the one in the wrong. The lesson they SHOULD have gave her was “Maybe I should stop physically assaulting this person who took me out of an abusive household and who has been nothing but kind to me for years, maybe I should stop hating him for absolutely NO damn reason”. And yet in the end, neither Loona or the relationship between her and her father change or improve, despite introducing a conflict between them regarding her behavior. If anything it got WORSE, now that we know Loona is physically abusive towards Blitz. But yeah, what an arc. What a well written show! A show that introduces conflicts within characters, doesn’t let the characters take accountability for their actions, and just magically ERASES said conflicts during the next episode. God….Adam Neylan is NOT a good writer as of now, this was his first episode, so all I can say is that I hope he improves because the emotional rifts in this episode was so goddamn awful.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #reply #ask #anti loona

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Someone on Twitter has been feeding to the fire that is my Evil Clone KingOhger idea 😂

Specifically the HimeRita portion so I'll probably be talking more about their clones in this post.

I'll start off with the guys first to get them out of the way.

Gira's Tyrant Shtick is real for his Clone. He actually uses it against Gira in a far more threatening way that scares him as it would remind him of Racles's tyranny. He also makes Gira question why he even continues using his Tyrant Persona when the people of Shugoddom already know he's a good guy.

Evil!Yanma takes his yankii personality to a whole other level and actually takes his "I'm the Best" as is by stepping over everyone compared to Yanma who views his people and fellow Kings as equals. He finds joy tormenting Shiokara and the Hacker Gang since he finds them inferior to him, taunting Yanma in the process at how his goals and views on others contradict each other ("I'm the Best" vs no social hierarchy in his country).

Kaguragi's Clone is much more terrifying to him on a deeper level. He's more open about his manipulation and will more often than not call Kaguragi out on his. "You'd say you'd dirty your hands for your people. Yet you were so willing to put your sister in possible danger by having her in Shugoddom soil for your plans? ...You say she wholeheartedly agrees, but would a loving brother who would take sole responsibility for the safety of his country drag his dear little sister into the fray?" (Think Iroki's taunt in the movie but at a much more deeper level. The Clones do know about the originals' deepest insecurities so...)

Jeramie's Clone would have way too much fun taunting Jeramie. He would put on theatrics when explaining all of Jeramie's insecurities to him. How he was only just a boy when his mother died and his powers sealed, giving him more survivor's guilt than he already does. How his vision for a bright future clouded his judgment which caused his writing to cause the 2000 year long misunderstanding. How such clouded judgement makes him unaware of the issues of those around him. How he has finally made friends with the Kings but know he will only outlive them due to his biology.

Evil!Himeno currently seems very cut and dry when it comes to how she takes Himeno's selfishness to a dangerous level. But I know for a fact that she would very much use it against Himeno. "If you were truly selfish. If you really are the best doctor in world. Wouldn't you have done it? Bring Mama and Papa back? Have your family back in your life? If you can heal people, why not try to resurrect the dead? A much better version than what Grodie can do. Wouldn't that be nice?" Or in a situation where she does kidnap Rita and turn them into a doll. "I can turn them into a puppet, you know? They're so stubborn. Wouldn't it be easier if you could just control them so you don't have to use word games to get them to agree?"

Evil!Rita is just outright terrifying (at least to me). Not bounded by Absolute Neutrality while having the memories and thoughts of the original. Not held back by the idea of "the law protects the people" or providing fairness even in a fight. Fighting style can also use underhanded tactics befitting of a country of (ex-)convicts. They call Rita a hypocrite for being impartial but holds bias for Moffun. Being impartial yet open themself up to Morfonia and their fellow Kings (especially Himeno). Question why they're so willing to be selfless when no one has ever reached a hand out to them for 15 years. Question why they endure suffering alone for the sake of Neutrality and the safety of others when no one would bat an eye for their efforts. Why Karras took the risk of making a mere child her retainer and heir. Why Karras and Shiron would make them King without thinking about the consequences of the effects it would have on the child's mental health with no support system ("perhaps they just didn't care as much as you think"). Why they always push their feelings aside to help the others when it's clear they were suffering inside yet never show it.

Stuff like that...

Now for HimeRita, I feel like if their friendship ever turns into a relationship, this story would only make the issue with the Clones worse.

Evil!Rita is emotive to a point where you can't really tell if it really is Rita's clone or just what people think Rita would be if they weren't bound by Absolute Neutrality. So it wouldn't be a surprise if they took advantage of hidden feelings. Same for Evil!Himeno.

There could be a point where the two would drop hints of HimeRita's feelings for one another and taunt them for it once the two have a look on their faces that point they've put the pieces together.

"Oh? You never noticed? How sad. Well. Not like it would ever get anywhere considering how Rittan over there is."

"Doubt they even know they even have those feelings in the first place."

The two would try to talk about it later in private which makes it very awkward and confusing for the both of them as neither even realized their feelings were more than just friendship. They would have a heart-to-heart discussion about it and even discuss their worries for anything that would happen in the future once they can talk more easily without the fear of the clones intercepting.

Only once they were able to agree on that, the two are captured and taken to different locations by the other's clone (according to said clones' plans). Both having extremely unsettling 1-on-1 conversations to mock and drive wedges between them or give them heartbreak. Maybe even have Evil!Rita tempt Himeno with the opportunity of being able to show Rita requited affection through the clone by taunting her of how Rita would never allow themself to return her feelings for the sake of work. Evil!Himeno would taunt Rita by mocking them and putting on the waterworks, questioning why they're so picky on making exceptions to Neutrality when others before them had no problems breaking Neutrality for love.

Putting the two in a tight spot with no one to help them.

...yeah...

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