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jess-the-vampire · 8 months

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I see all people talking about Belos problems only, and make no mistake I will talk about it too. There’s many things you can say about what character he is and how show plays with him. But let’s talk about other things for a moment.

Am I the only one who thinks that the whole Collectors vs Titans thing is just stupid? Okay, maybe stupid is too much, but it’s just very strange.

In WaD Collector tells us that he and his siblings were doing they cosmic stuff, then his siblings find out about Titans and that they can fight off their magic, they send Collector to little titans, he played with them, then his siblings came and took them all(despite the fact that Collector’s magic doesn’t work on Titan, which didn’t stop him from cast illusions on King somehow), Collector, for some reason didn’t follow them, and then Papa Tita Lyn came, looked around, didn’t saw his kids, saw the Collector and immediately thought that “Well there’s no one here so I guess you did something to my children, so I will put in a space dish.”. And they just left in on that. I thought “okay, it’s collector’s perspective, let’s hear what will Titan say.”, and then Titan is just “Whoops! I attacked the wrong person!”.

Excuse me, what? So he literally just attacked poor kid because there was no one else around to attack? And when exactly he realised he attacked wrong guy? They show that Titan sits in In Between Realm and in season 2 they showed us that Collector was there too. Did they like talked there and Titan was like “Oh, you DIDN’T do anything with my kids, it was your evil relatives? Well that’s pretty awkward now, that I put you in a space dish. But I’m dead now so I can’t pull you out. Sorry!”.

The most baffling thing is that expect us to just accept that he make a mistake and we must forgive him, because at least he was genuine in his desire to protect his kids. The kids that were already taken away.

ok, so i have mixed opinions on the titan and collectors storyline.

now, i do think the concept as far as worldbuilding goes, is really cool. It implies a larger world outside of the titan the show resides on and i adore the designs of both creatures within this universe. I think having this battle among gods that happened eons ago and led to the world in which the isles resides in is something that does add to some of the characters. I love the collector cult, i love that eda's owl beast was a victim of this war who carries resentment to this day about it, i don't even mind king being tied into it.

I think the show set all this up, pretty neat in s2.

But i think it fell off for me in s3.

Like you can kinda tell collector was not supposed to be in the show because really, you could of removed him and changed a few things around and the story could work just fine, king realizing he's a titan can still be used....but this battle among gods really is something that feels a lot more last minute and his relationship with collector wasn't vital to his character that it NEEDED to be there.

it's not like the wittebane story were most of the characters feel ingrained into it, with parallels, and carrying mementos that belonged to them, and living in the same towns, and most of them being distantly related to them.

And i was invested enough in the titan and collector drama, but i really don't think they stuck the landing for me.

WAD especially felt like a mess of a lot of weird inconsistencies and character actions, and it's probably why i sadly didn't automatically click with it like most of the fans seemed to. And while i've talked about belos regarding that, collector and titan dad are probably the other characters that i would say are a mess in this finale.

Now see, i can accept using magic ON titans, i think the assumption is that they only repel collector magic with magic, so if king isn't using magic he's more vulnerable. Granted, i think titan dad's existence has made titan magic more confusing and a lot more overpowered that if we DO get more toh content, we might run into more issues.

i don't wanna drag this post TOO long tho, so if you want me to list all the confusing details that aren't clear or consistent with titan magic you can ask later.

point being, i have less an issue that the collectors got them as much as that this scenario happened and that despite this, and despite knowing the cult, and also being sad about king talking about the titans being wiped out....that the show then says he doesn't understand the concept of death? Like for his arc in WAD to work, you have to believe he doesn't know how death works, but then he has moments like these were you have to ask how? If he thinks they can be saved you think he'd have a different reaction, you'd think he'd try to revive them, why would he feel guilty over them being "Wiped out" if he has no idea what that means and he knows it can be fixed in his head. His whole arc rests on this detail and a lot sorta bungles it.

Like they have this whole scene where collector is supposed to think king is out to get him (As kinda pointless as it was really), but like....if collector doesn't get death....what does he think king means by "Permanent solution" that he gets so upset about it? Cause he heard king say no imprisonment so like....?????

not to mention the chapter about genocide he scribbled out, like what does he think genocide is if he doesn't get death? why does he get so upset about it?

you can totally have this story about an immortal god who learns about death, but with all these extra details it becomes harder to understand why collector doesn't get it and it becomes a bit hard to believe. Is he meant to be in denial? it doesn't seem like that was the intent?

collector also is the point where you notice the trend for redeeming characters in this show tends to be revealing they were just manipulated the whole time, making them a lovable goofball, and them being in the gang. It was fine when it's just a couple times, but it does wear out it's welcome when you realize a lot of them don't get too really account for their actions all to much.

Collector does apologize, but really that's the extent of it outside of turning people back, he just kinda leaves everyone to deal with part of his mess. it would of been nice to have one villian who admits they are at fault without it being blamed on someone else and gets screentime to repent. (Lilith is the closest but she is mostly gone after s1)

now, in PT's case, we never see the scene itself to know how it came off, and i think the intention is for him to come off flawed so him attacking collector in rage could kinda work. But it also is contrasted by his scenes treating him as objectively right outside of this one thing, so even tho the attempt was to turn him into just a dude capable of mistakes, the show kinda still ended up leaning on him being a bit too perfect still for me.

Which doubly is weird because yeah, him being in the inbetween opens a WHOLE can of worms, like how come he doesn't use those cubes ever to talk to anyone on the show? If he has control over showing glyphs, why did ne never do it to anyone besides luz? is it just because of king because he didn't do it for eda? Also how come the other dead titans aren't there with him? Like is this an adult titan thing because some of the skulls looked like they could be from some adults?

The whole thing makes it sound like he didn't care to help until his son was involved, and even then, when he found someone he liked to ask to help.

and hey, i could be cool with the idea the titan is a bit selfish and just cares about who she cares about, and not most other citizens of the isles, but it doesn't come off like that was the intent either.

and yeah, it does raise the question why the titan never just....talked to collector in his prison? like how much power does he have in that place? am i supposed to believe she can't move from that spot? Can he not use the cubes to talk to collector? there's no clear concept of the limits in this episode so you just ask why TD doesn't do certain things the show never proves he can't do.

introducing a figure in this way recontextualizes the whole show now, so now you have to think back and wonder more things like this knowing this info.

i think had we seen titan dad do it in a flashback, and maybe it was a moment of anger and non thinking it could work actually, but we don't get that so that leaves us to think many different things and those all can give us different opinions on her character.

so i think we both have issues, but different kinds of issues.

#toh #the owl house

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zoroara · 1 year

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So, yesterday, at really an ungodly hour because there’s something wrong with me. I got to writing a rewrite of the rain battle, I didn’t feel like writing dialogue at *checks notes* 2 am. All of this is in Yamamoto’s perspective. What my goal in writing this was, was to make Squalo more consistent within the narrative and the fight but still have him lose. He goes from perfectly predicting movement to just straight fumbling shit. Going from surviving a 2 day battle with Tyr still standing with extreme injuries, to being dropped by one good thwack on the back of the neck. I also wanted to a get a bit of how much more crushing it would be to Yamamoto if it went this way, Squalo being both a tale of caution about pride, but also a solemn reminder that it’s not a game. (Note, in this narrative Squalo likely isn’t dead, I’m just using things that happened in canon for the same fake out death. That doesn’t mean however Yamamoto doesn’t have to deal with that feeling for like at least 3 days till it’s revealed Squalo’s still alive and at that point it’d be damn hard to shake even if he is alive) This is long enough so the story is under the cut:

It was a fight that Yamamoto was looking forward to, to re-challenge the man that had so thoroughly wiped the floor with him and his friends. The previous battles they were a grim reminder of just how dangerous this would be. He was both excited and nervous. But he wouldn't let it show. Plus he had a new skill set, his dad's sword style, it was perfect. It couldn’t be beaten. He had been re-assured of this, he was proud of it.

Entering the battlefield was simple enough but there was pressure in the air, the sharpened teeth of the other swordsman glinted in his crooked smile. It was enough to send chills into anyone. The two of them readied their blades and within seconds there the fight went from 0 to 100, it was disgustingly one sided, all Yamamoto could do was make light attacks against him in the hopes of damaging Squalo at all.

The man could see his sword movements even before he had fully committed to them, his movements were as quick as lightning and his reaction time matched his speed. The shark was a absolute monster. Varia Quality, indeed. As they fought it didn't take long for Yamamoto to forget about the real shark that would release as the water rose higher and higher. He just needed to survive now. While he had once thought this as a game he couldn't help but feel nervous, no.... scared.

But he couldn't let that creep in he needed to focus. Every sword strike either dodged or countered, it didn't matter whether Squalo had seen the move before or not, he'd react all the same. Finally the Captain of the Varia kicked Yamamoto over, only for Yamamoto to find that he was floating. As he stood once more he could only ask himself.

When did the water get so high?

It was to Squalo's waist, and as the swordsman laughed Yamamoto spotted a shadow in the water. Before he could warn his opponent.... He found the words caught in his throat as he watched the smile on Squalo's face sour and become a painful twisted grimace as a giant shark crushed his lower half in it's jaws.

They lock eyes as the massive beast drags the long haired man into the water. in a quick move he grabs the ring off his neck and throws his ring to Yamamoto. Forcing a crooked smile despite the pain he was in and yells at him.

"Your swordskills aren't bad, next you should get rid of that naiveness of yours."

That was the last thing Yamamoto heard before Squalo was dragged underwater and it was coloured with the captains blood. In a panic he grabbed the ring. It was the last thing that Squalo did. Throw that ring for him. He had to now. Didn't he? He had to take this seriously.

He was frozen when he returned to his friends side only, to hear the now ex-captain’s boss laughing. How could he not care. How could he find it funny. Yamamoto once thought this was a game. But clearly... So did that horrible person. How could he have taken this so lightly. Hearing later that the only thing of Squalo recovered was his prosthetic arm... only made it ache more. That's when he decided. This is something he needs to be serious about.

No matter how it feels. Right?

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #yamamoto takeshi #superbi squalo #varia #vongola #writing #drabble #I apologize if yamamoto feels a lil off it was uh once again 2 am.

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nartblartmallcop · 1 year

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RIP to my dhmis fixation, lets honor it with a bunch of stuff i made and either wanted to pretty up some more or add more pics to before posting but now thats not happening

first off some things that i dont think really need an explanation

first quick sketches of other arts that i just really like and wanted to keep (yea the playlist icons started out as pics for selected red vox songs for each of them)

roy at the very moment where he realises the nature of the world he's in. shortly after this he turns into a gangly beast

pic based on the INCREDIBLE fic "Three Friends, Three Foes, Three Names They'll Never Know" by Eliza Farrow, specifically the quote "Red is love, and rage, warmth and war, luck and passion. Everything was there, under a thick plastering of apathy, his feelings tangled and violent like storms within clouds." from chapter 2 (i actually wanted to draw many things based on moments from the fic because it REALLY sparked my inspo when reading it)

i looked up different hairstyles you can do with freeform dreadlocks like the ones i gave radley and i had way more styles i wanted to do, but these two on their own are also nice

my take on that AU concept where yellow has to dad the other two

was thinking about how naive all three of them actually are and had the idea of an AU where all three of them are children. it would make no sense but thats not what its about it was all about the cute kiddo designs

i actually spent a good few weeks fighting the internal battle of my fucking life on if i would maybe want to change my human designs for radley and quentin cause i felt like the ones here would fit their puppets' appearances better, but i had already grown so attached to my original designs,,, it was a struggle

also my take on the "who used the chainsaw" discourse

quentin would fuck his boss for a promotion. if he hadn't freaked out about how he was brainwashed he would have gone for the gilf

humanization take on duck putting the smallest toast in the toaster: just busting out a flamethrower

radley fighting quentin's internalised racism AND homophobia in one swift sentence

a silly idea i had for a claire humanisation. didnt go with it but the concept is hilarious to me. she just has horns

so the idea i had for the tourism teacher oc (that i didnt make) was that they take the gang to germany for some jokes a la "wow this place is so exotic and strange!!!" when it's just one country to the right. they visit a döner kebab stand in this pic

wanted to use this to set up an arc where quentin locks himself back up in the closet and have it cotribute to some major mental health deterioration. cause i love performing the worst psychological torture on my faves

this started out as "potential tv show season 2 design designs" and then quickly turned into "quentin but hes older,,,, and grumpier,,,, AND in the beginnings of a villain arc" (pure self indulgence)

a height comparison that was my main basis for the refs i made

that shrek AU i promised ages ago. like i said above i really waned to add more to it before posting, at the very least the "Who are you trying to keep out?" "EVERYONE, OKAY?" scene

deltarune AU!! the idea was that yellow is a human who gets posessed by a PLAYER SOUL (a green one instead of red tho) and he goes into a dark world that appeared in his school, but the janitor, duck, sees him, tries to follow him and then he's suddenly in the dark world too! also his mop has come to life and is ridiculousy handsome.

and finally, a little crossover picture i made just before getting fully sucked up by tf2. i genuinely think the two franchises fit each other really nicely tonaly! and also red would 100% play a living meat shield class like heavy and duck would be all insane and violently enthusiastic like soldier. just try to change my mind

#dhmis red guy #hc au radley #dhmis duck #hc au quentin #dhmis yellow guy #hc au gilbert #dhmis roy #doodles #i will add more to this in a second too but thats gonna need to be a reblog #this is a LONG BOY. i hit the 30 image post limit

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ask-spw-mercenary · 11 months

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( Continued From here )

After the monstrous Umbra busted down the church door, every last armored paladin charged at her. They slashed the malice surrounding her, they hit her with several maces, and overall they were just giving her a beating.

Thomas was just getting off of the ground, and saw Umbra being jumped by the paladins. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET AWAY FROM HERE!” He yells, only to find himself ignored.

Then the beast flung every last paladin off of herself. She began swatting them away with ease, quicker and quicker. After getting all the paladins off of her, the shadow monstrosity deployed a swarm of tendrils from outside of its body, and wrapped them around any paladin within her proximity. The others managed to back away, but those who were trapped, began to have the malice drained out of them. Any hostility those paladins might’ve had before turned into complete and utter fear with nothing to hide behind. The beast drops the drained paladins and tries to grab more, but Thomas puts her in a headlock. “URASSSAAAHHHHH!!!”

As Thomas was trying to restrain the monstrous Umbra, Adam arrives on the scene with Zel and Victor, shocked by this entity. “What is that?” Adam asks, getting a familiar energy from the creature.

“The witch we left alone…” Victor replies, soon seeing the shocked look upon Adam’s face turn into an angered one. “I think you understand what needs to be done.”

Adam then walks away from the older man. “BROTHERS!” He yells, catching the attention of the fearful paladins, scattering all over the place. “EVACUATE THE CHURCH! MOVE OUT!” Despite hoe panicked they are, they hear that retreat is an option and take it immediately, and Zel helped escort some out.

Fortunately for the paladins, the beast was too distracted with trying to get the electric vampire off her, so she was occupied. Then, within a matter of seconds, Adam’s stand, Ave Maria, decked her in the face and knocked Thomas off her. The feral, malice hungry Umbra recognizes Adam, but is too overcome by the instinct to feed to even care. She lunges at Adam without a secont thought, before being bombarded with more of Ave Maria’s attacks, moving her deeper into the church, away from the entrance. She attacks with savage strikes, while he uses precision and pure faith to help his stand win.

Victor is watching the brutal fight with only glee going through his head, and then notices Thomas is there. So, as the fight contines, Victor walks over to him. “I wasn’t expecting dad number 2 to be-” He is then immediately decked in the face by Thomas, who starts running over to the fight, but is stopped when he feel’s something pierce his brain faster than he expected.

“W-Wha?” Thomas gets on his knees, as he feels blood run down his skull. He had been shot in the head, but he was still alive. Damaged, but not dead. “H-How?” He tries to get back up, but his healing factor is stunted and he isn’t focused enough to use his stand in a way that won’t fry the entire church. Then he is grabbed by his head by Victor.

“Relax. I have experience with your kind, so resistance if futile.” The ‘man’ grins, before looking back at the battle. “Two birds get to be killed with one stone tonight.”

Adam continues laying down the smackdown upon the monstrous Umbra, only for the malice around her to peel back, revealing her face. Still, he continues attacking, as light surrounded his stand. “Return to the depths where you belong.” Its punches were now burning the malice around Umbra, her monstrous shape was shedding, and shedding, and shedding, until… she was powerless, drained. Any form of animalistic nature she had gained before had vanished, but her mind was no longer lucid enough to function properly, so she just collapsed. Adam stands before the defeated redhead, pondering upon what to do next, before hearing Victor chuckle.

Victor’s mask was cracking due to the utter joy he was feeling at this moment, but he was trying to keep it together to keep the facade up. “Good job, my boy… now finish the job.”

Adam looks over at Umbra, seeing how defenseless she is, how beaten she is, how… harmless she is. Something about this seemed wrong. Sure she’s a witch, but from the looks ot it she wasn’t herself. He can’t put his finger on what about this moment felt wrong, but he was feeling hesitant. “I… I-I-”

“Dew it!” Victor goads. “DEW IT FOR THE FUTURE OUR LORD ASKED YOU TO SECURE!!”

Adams continues to contemplate upon finishing off Umbra, before making his decision. “No.”

Victor hears that and stops grinning. “What?”

“I said no. She is beaten, and the evil is purged from her.” Adam explains, looking away from his father. “If we’re truly men of god, then it would be better for us to leave her be. In fact… maybe it’s for the best we leave everyone else in this town be. It has its problems, but they need community, not us. I suppose I misunderstood gods message.”

Adam didn’t notice it, but ‘Victor’ was seething. That damned morality. Even then he controls purity, the one person he made to specifically BE a pure messiah is the one pure thing out of his control. Still, he can drop this decade long plan, and start a new scheme. “Well, it’s time to drop the act.”

“What are you talking-?” When he finally looks back at Victor, Adam is welcomed to the sight of a green furred Angel with a mask, claws, and black wings right behind his ‘father,’ before a white robed spirit with green hair exits Victor’s body as ir drops onto the floor. Adam is confused, and a little bit scared. What was this THING and what happened to his father? Then before he has time to even ask a question, this spirits stand grabs him by the face.

For Adam, this must feel like the equivalent of finding out that your dad is actually an evil spirit that possessed an old man, but for Steppenwolf, it was friday. “Adam… my boy.” THAT caught the young cult leader’s attention. The way the spirit said that, sounded exactly like how Victor would say it, and confirmed the worst. “I’m afraid that you are no longer of use to me my little scapegoat.” Before Adam could utter a word, Steppenwolf punches the boy in the chest, and spins around with him in his arm before throwing out of the church, and into the wilderness. The spirit felt relieved to FINALLY drop the good guy act, but the downside of that was that it was after a jackhammer got thrown in his plans. He then finally hears Thomas’s groans and mumbles again, and decides to lend him that old corpse he used as a vessel, before leaving. Would that bite him in the ass later? Yes, but he almost had Umbra dead in a perfect string of good fortune, only for it to be ruined, so just leaving the two to rot now would be pointless, especially since Thomas possibly has a phone.

To Be Continued…

#(Shadow of The Chaos) Umbra #(Electro Vampire) Thomas #(Praise Thee) The Enlightenment #(Enlighten Me) Adam Saishi #(Righteous Hand of God/The Devil You Forgot) Victor Saishi #(The Boy Who Became A Monster) Steppenwolf #Vento Aureo #plot #//FINALLY DONE #//LETS GOOOOOO

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for-dramas-sake · 1 year

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The Starry Love ep 11, 12 thoughts

Beast Prince Di Lanjue is looking forward to comforting the sad Yetan when she's a widow? That's messed up. Dude, that puts you HARD in the friend zone.

I LOVE the wuxia updo for men. Kungfu masters rockin' that ponytail. Oomph. That's a good look. Yes, I know he's about to die! Let me enjoy his good looks while he has them!

Oh, shit, it's Yetan's dad.

The realm kings are having a meet-n-greet!! What?!! Hello?! Anyone notice that the world is ending?

Immortal King: I call that move the Wrath of Heaven! Void King: Haha! I knew you'd do that move so I counterattacked with my move: Shield of Darkness! Me: Sounds like an anime battle.

The immortals to Yetan: You have my power, my protection… and my axe!

Just when I'm starting to doubt the validity of this "Perfect Celestial Body", turns out he wasn't embracing his fear. What did we learn 2 episodes ago, Youqin? Embrace the fear within!

Of course, Chaofeng would pick the worst time to fight against Youqin. Hasn't he beaten you once already? *shakes head*

Oh gosh, when battered, beaten and bloodied Youqin met Yetan's eyes for just a second MY POOR HEART! *sobs* And then it was the saddest comet ride ever! Of course, he saved the world, but it was worth it if she was happy in it. MY POOR HEART!

I mean, his death has been predicted for ages now, but no one said it was going to be THIS sad. Don't you dare play that song! I'm already on the verge of tears! You're just making it worse!

Forgive me, I know he's on his literal death bed, but the boy looks good. Probably the best he has this entire show. There I said it, moving on.

The real heartless guy is the emperor. Not even willing to let anyone look for his son?

Dating 3 guys at once? All of a sudden, I have a new reason to watch this show. This would be like an otome game! haha

I know I didn't talk hardly at all about the Void, because this really was Youqin's pair of episodes.

#the starry love #chen xingxu #landy li #cdrama #chinese drama #does anyone care what i think? oh well

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imflyinoveryou · 11 months

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6/2/23

oh my god, yesterday at work while i was at a stop sign, trying to turn right, this beagle came marching up to my bus howling like a wild beast. she was sitting right outside my driver door going nuts, and it fucking killed me. this dog was ancient, i think i saw some particles of her get swept away in the wind as she got close. i just found that really funny. and the other day, while smoking a cigarette outside with andy, we saw a fucking TRIPLE rainbow. TRIPLE! THREE! one on top of the other on top of the other! it was breathtaking. andy kept calling it neato, and everytime he’d say it he’d block my view of the middle rainbow with a big cloud of blue smoke. it was awesome. i danced in the rain earlier that day like i’d been meaning to and i couldn’t have picked a better time. dad relapsed but he’s okay now, he’s still been getting to work and has been sleeping. it was really scary and i was really mad at him but he brought me leftovers from applebee’s so i think he’s sorry. also, our upstairs neighbor is finally moving out, what a jackass. the other day while fighting with dad, i went out to my car and slammed one of the doors and lane started mocking me from the garage. “uuurgghhhh im maaaaaaad” . i stopped dead in my tracks and yelled “shut the fuck up.” back at him, and it was quiet after that. i’d been wanting to say that to him for god knows how long. and how could i FORGET! the BRICKS being thrown through my window? there’s still glass in my carpet. our vaccuum cleaner seems to have done no damage to the mess. i keep having weird dreams since it happened, i dreamt that i had 4 sisters and one of them died, and that i kept pulling glass out of the skin in my face. the other night i dreamt that everywhere i went i kept seeing crosses, and in the dream that really frightened me. weirdly enough i’ve been reading dante’s inferno and while i’m not taking the majority of it to heart, i think that the idea that somehow, in some way, there could be truth to it, is disturbing. though, dante’s vision of hell is much more tame than what i was expecting (same goes for the sins of most of it’s characters...) my phone is broken so i’ve had to resort to using my cd player for music. what’s funny is my brother gave me his old ipod classic, and i factory reset it and everything, but itunes is so fucked that it crashes within the first two minutes that i try to use it, every goddamn time. so i am truly stuck with my cds. today i listened to the best of david bowie and got hooked on ‘absolute beginners’. i find how resistant i was to david bowie previously so ridiculous now, because he’s easily one of the most brilliant artists i’ve come to love. i could have really benefited from listening to him earlier. well, now its 1am and i really have to get the kitchen clean like i promised i would, before dad has to get up for work. so this is it for now. gooodbyeeeeeeeee

#diarrhea

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explorya88 · 6 months

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Part 2: The Beast Roar! Unleashing the Darkness Within.

Unknown time later...

Fang groaned as her head pounded, her vision slowly coming into focus. As she looked around, she quickly realized that they were no longer in the comfort of their own refuge.

Fang: What happened? Where are we?

She asked as her daughter ran over to her.

Dracaena: Kozholok attacked us while we were sleeping, mother. Luckily, I was able to warp us to Red Canyon.

Dracaena replied.

Fang: Is everyone alright?

Fang asked, looking around for the other members of her family.

Dracaena: They're fine and currently fighting Kozholok and his army. Dad Tyrant Darius give us three simple but fundamental tasks.

Fang: Anything to create our perfect world. What are these tasks?

Dracaena: We go to Los Angeles, transform every single people into our demon army, find Lilitu and give her the seed of Divashma so she will be our slave and ally forever and the rejoin him in finish off Kozholok!

Fang: The let us go and win this final battle.

Fang replied, her determination rising despite the heavy weight of the situation. She rose to her feet and gathered her courage, ready to do whatever it took to ensure her daughter's safety and complete her tasks, even if it meant taking on an entire army single-handedly with a fearless grin on her face, they warp to Los Angeles and with a sly grin on her face, Fang entered the bar, ready to enact her plan to transform the citizens of Los Angeles into her army of demons. She snapped her fingers, her magical hair wrapping around the people inside and soothing them with a calming, massaging warmth. The people began to moan with pleasure, their tension and worries melting away under the spell.

Dracaena: Mom! As much i love you being a badass and see you in action but we don't have time to play.

Fang: Fair enough. Sorry people, time to be my demon slave and army forever!

With a clap of her hands, Fang watched as her hair coiled and crushed the bones inside the men and women, turning them into powerful Lust demons. She grinned, imagining the fear in Kozholok's eyes when he saw her fearsome new allies.

Fang: Excellent! Now let's go find Lilitu and give her that seed of Divashma.

Dracaena: Leave it to me, i will find Lilitu and give her the seed of Divashma so she will see the light and join us and serve dad and us for all eternity.

Fang: You see Yu-Gi-Oh GX too many time but ok i'll leave it to you.

She say as her eyes roll back in annoyance but smilingly warmily at her daughter antics as Dracaena set off to complete her mission, confident that she would be able to persuade Lilitu to their side. She knew that nothing was impossible for a determined woman like Dracaena, and she couldn't wait to welcome Lilitu into their ranks, after Fang and her newly born demon slaves army and left to seek more people to enslave and transform in member of her demon army, Dracaena take her Demon Goddess form (colossal feathered snake) and slithered across the city, her colossal feathered snake form devouring anyone and everything in her path. The people she had swallowed fell helplessly into her stomach, their screams of terror drowned out by the slithering of her massive body. No one was safe from the wrath of the Demon Goddess, and by the time she was finished, the city would be left as nothing more than a wasteland of empty buildings and empty streets. Then when she find other prey, Dracaena mocked them with a mocking coo.

Dracaena: Oh, how hopeless you are, your pathetic punches, bites and kicks give me pleasure.

She taunted, a cruel smile twisting her face and cooed, drawing out each word to maximize the fear in their hearts

People: Help!!!

Dracaena: Don't you know it's useless?

As she drew closer, her eyes gleaming with malice and anticipation.

People: No!

The people cried out, begging with desperate voices for mercy. However, their pleas fell on deaf ears and Dracaena continued to mock them as she drew closer and closer.

Dracaena: All will perish in my stomach. Ahh... delicious...

She growled, her words dripping with a dark satisfaction, as she drew ever closer, the people's struggles grew weaker and weaker, until they could fight no longer and they were swallowed whole by the giant snake as Dracaena groaned, her eyes rolled back in delight. Hearing the final screams were gulped down by Dracaena's hungry stomach, a deep, rumbling growl filled her body, with every bounce and slam of the hapless victims against her stomach, she groaned in delight, relishing in the delicious agony of their pain. A cruel smile twisted her lips as she prepared to digest the meal trapped within her. Dracaena used her stomach muscles to hold the victims still as they struggled vainly against the inevitable crushing as they could do nothing but scream and beg for mercy as their bones were slowly shattered, their pleas falling on deaf ears. Dracaena watched in delight, enjoying every moment of their helpless suffering. The screams of pain and terror coming from her stomach brought a twisted smile to Dracaena's lips.

Dracaena: Your cries are like music to my ears. Your agony is my pleasure, i love nothing more than hear you suffer!

She said, drawing out each word to maximize the fear in the victims' hearts, she continued as she is taking in every drop of their pain and misery. She mocked as the screams of the victims grew louder and more desperate.

Dracaena: Now let the acid rain begin.

Dracaena said with a twisted smile. She slowly released a torrent of digestive acid, the burning liquid causing the victims' screams to intensify as they felt their very flesh begin to burn away. As the acid rained down on them, Dracaena could no longer contain her excitement. She relished the smell of fear, savoring the taste of the victims' agony as the acid rain continued, Dracaena's eyes gleaming with sadistic glee as the screams of the dying grew louder and more desperate. She relished every moment of their pain, their fear filling her with joy and pride. She would not stop until every last drop of acidic rain had been released, until no one remained but the victims' mutilated remains, only then would she be satisfied. Once she finished to digesting the flesh of her victims, she turned her attention to their souls. She delighted in the thought of trapping them inside her forever, so to being able to enjoy their suffering for all eternity. She relished the knowledge that they would never find peace, that they would forever be trapped in an endless cycle of pain and misery. She would never release them, she would keep them for herself and torture them for all the time to come, then she return to seek Lilitu. After hours of search, Dracaena's eyes widened as she spotted Lilutu, her excitement rising as she imagined the look of shock and fear on the demoness' face. She quickly approached, her massive serpent form slithering through the city streets with terrifying speed. Before Lilutu could react, Dracaena had envelopes her tightly, trapping her in her scaly body.

Lilutu: What... what are you doing?

She gasped, her godly form squeezed inside Dracaena's massive snake body. Dracaena could feel her struggling, trying to break free, but it was no use against her sheer strength.

Dracaena: Helping you to see the light!

Lilitu struggled and resisted, her mouth closed tight to prevent herself from swallowing the seed of Divashma. However, her efforts were useless against Dracaena's godlike hypnosis. She was forced to open her mouth, the seed of Divashma slipping past her lips and down her throat. Once Lilitu had swallowed the seed of Divashma, her eyes snapped open, her power and consciousness returning. She realized too late what Dracaena had done, looking up at the Demon God with dread and fear, Dracaena watched with amusement as the seed of Divashma took hold of Lilitu, her body writhing in pleasure and joy.

Dracaena: Just embrace it, Lilitu, Once you give in to the pleasure, you'll never want to leave.

She said with a cruel smile twisting her lips. Dracaena knew that her words were true, that the seed of Divashma was changing Lilitu on a fundamental level, turning her from a faithful servant of Kozholok into a demoness of pure hedonism and pleasure as the seed of Divashma continued to spread throughout Lilitu, her body was flooded with absolute ecstasy. She moaned and groaned, her senses completely overwhelmed with pleasure. She summoned with a spell her slave men to service her, wanting to experience every type of sensation possible. She no longer cared about anything but her own enjoyment, no longer care about Kozholok and ideals lost to the pursuit of pleasure, Lilitu's eyes roll back as she experiences intense pleasure, feeling her arousal building within her.

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BORUTO ALTER: Last Shinobi by SongofVedas

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Adventure & Fantasy, Naruto U., Sasuke U., Boruto U., Sarada U., Words: 112k+, Favs: 48, Follows: 49, Published: Dec 2, 2020 Updated: Jul 19

21Chapter 12: FORMATION: INO-SHIKA-CHO!

BORUTO

-KIRIGAKURE ARC-

SHIKADAI sighed, opening green eyes. The sun cast shadows about the forest, each of them like little black pools underneath clouds of leaves.

Beside him, Chocho Akimichi stood. She wielded a tantō confidently, tapping her feet in excitement. To their backs, Inojin Yamanaka was found. The youth had long black and blonde hair, split down the middle and framing a pale face down to a pointed chin.

Shikidai knew Inojin was at the ready as well- scroll in one hand, brush in the other.

It was silent...save for the incessant chirping of birds.

Shikadai smiled, looking every bit like his mother as he did so.

When will you make your move... Sensei! He thought.

With Chocho at his right, they could defend themselves from not only both directions, but also from the ground and the air.

With Inojin at their flank, he could use his-

Each of the young genin suddenly heard sandals clacking against bark from the branches above.

She's coming!

Shikadai expected an attack from the trees-

The ground between them ruptured violently, spears of rock striking upwards from within the genin formation.

Earth style-!

The genin leapt into the air, using chakra to increase their speed. Despite their status as students, Shikadai estimated that their agility far exceeded the rank they currently held.

Shikadai somersaulted backwards, crouching against a thick tree trunk. Inojin landed in the branches above him, while Chocho reformed at Shikadai's center right.

Despite the surprise attack, we maintained our formation. However.. sensei isn't fighting seriously yet..Shikadai frowned.

Is she trying to catch us off guard? Create a variance in her strategy?

Chocho spoke aloud, slightly breaking Shikadai's concentration.

"You're going too easy on us, sensei!" She boasted.

Inojin chuckled from the trees.

"Shut up, fatso." Inojin said with quiet politeness.

Chocho whirled her head up at Inojin.

"I'm- I'm not even using my dad's jutsu right now!" She yelled.

It was true. Chocho was able to revert between body sizes- a genetic mutation of the jutsu she inherited by the blood of the Akimichi clan.

Her "normal" body could infuse chakra and use the body expansion technique.. while her "fat" body was able to retain chakra that Chocho infused over days.. months.. and even years.

While in this form, she could expend that chakra instantly, unleashing a torrent of power that not even Chocho can currently control. In fact, the form could kill her if not used properly.

Despite her somewhat self absorbed attitude..

Chocho was strong.

"Water style: water severing wave!" Moegi's voice rang throughout the forest as the sound of gushing water filled Shikadai's ears.

A high pressure stream cut through wood, toppling trees as it mowed towards the assembled genin.

Suddenly, a massive ink wall formed between the genin and the spearing water. the ink solidified into a tangible painting of an ornate oni gate, complete with swaying charms.

Inojin's jutsu.. the Material Imitation Technique. Unlike his father, Inojin was unable to perform Beast Imitation Art. However, his jutsu seemed able to create "inanimate" non living objects- anything from bridges to spears. Even rocks, fire, and water.

Despite his relative inexperience, the art Inojin could create was far denser than that of regular Beast Imitation Drawing, meaning it was harder to destroy- and in some situations, far better suited for defense and offense.

"Good, Inojin!" Chocho complimented, unbothered by Inojin's earlier insult. She planted herself on the ground, fingers curling around the handle of her small sword.

She can sense what's coming too- nice Chocho! Shikadai remained silent as four snaking rods of wood burst from between quivering trees.

Moegi's speciality..

Wood release.

Moegi had created a facsimile of the First's jutsu. It lacked the chakra controlling properties and overall strength of Hashirama's original ability, but maintained the same versatility. It was that same versatility that hurtled towards them now.

Heh.. now this.. this could actually kill us! Shikadai thought with a bit of sadistic humor.

Chocho held her sword outwards vertically. chakra plumed from her- causing light red hair to waver in the air.

Then, a gust of wind followed flashes of steel.

Smoke billowed beside Shikadai as the sound of wood punching against metal bounced between trees.

Chocho's speciality..

Weapon expansion.

The Akimichi clan possessed the ability to expand their bodies into massive, bulbous forms. However, Karui Akimichi was able to create a new jutsu.. a combination of the Akimichi's Chō Haetataki and Kumogakure kenjutsu.

As the smoke cleared, Chocho could be seen wielding a massive blade- one that nearly rivaled the nearby trees in length. She held it defensively as Moegi's branches pummeled Chocho's sword with a hail of thundering blows. Despite this.. Chocho's weapon was resolute.

The principle was simple. By imbuing her Tanto with her own blood, she was able to transfer gigantism to it. Karui created the Jutsu.. and Choji mastered the technique. With that said..

Chocho has the potential to utilize it to greater extents than either of them!

The sound of bark scraping against metal ceased. For a moment, it was silent.

Chocho leapt backwards, shrinking her weapon back to its normal size.

Inojin kept to the trees as they all heightened their awareness, chirping birds tentatively resuming song during the calm.

Shikadai's eyes leapt from leaf to leaf, left to right.

Where will she strike next..

"Shikadai.. I'm not sure if she's doing it on purpose or not.. but I can sense her." Chocho whispered.

Shikadai lowered his head.

"Far away enough that you're talking, huh?" He responded with a slight smile.

Ironically, it was Chocho, not Inojin, who was the strongest sensory type on the team.

Chocho frowned, unamused as she formed a jutsu sign.

"Obviously.. So what do we do?"

Shikadai pondered.

She wants us to attack her.. that much is clear. Which means she's going to put up a real fight this time. We'll have to be careful.

Shikadai intrusively scratched at a bandaged wrist.

I could use it.. But I'd prefer not to risk any damage during a training exercise..

Whatever.

"Inojin," Shikadai threw his head backwards and up, blond ponytail swinging behind his neck.

"Draw as many ranged projectiles as you can. Arrows, swords. Anything you can manipulate and throw."

"That's easy." Inojin rose from his perch, stretching both arms before jumping to the forest floor.

"Chocho," Shikadai turned to her as he pointed to his head.

"Your job is important. Inojin is going to be following your lead. I need you to attack Moegi directly- Inojin, start drawing by the way.." Shikadai said calmly.

He returned his attention to Chocho.

"You're not just creating an opening. You have the strongest offensive ability out of all of us. More than likely.. it'll be you to call this thing." Shikadai folded his arms.

"While you're doing that, I'll come in from the opposite direction, behind her. It's simple enough.. but variables don't lie. There's three of us." Shikadai looked at both of his teammates, smiling down at Inojin as the boy drew, then across to Chocho.

"And.. we're pretty strong." Shikadai finished.

"Chocho- where is she?" Inojin asked as he rose.

Chocho clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"I can't sense her as well as before. But I still can see the general area." Chocho answered.

Shikadai assumed a slightly more authoritative tone.

"Inojin- advance with Chocho, but retreat once she makes contact. That's when you'll use your art." Shikadai instructed.

"Between the two of us.. we're sure doing a lot, Shikadai." Inojin chuckled.

The young Nara offered a content smirk.

"I'm just doing what I do best.. staying out of the way."

With that, he nodded to Chocho.

"Let's move."

The genin seemed to vanish into the air with a whisper. Chocho and Inojin rushed ahead, while Shikadai himself circled from above, leaping from tree to tree.

Suddenly, Chocho swung her head around in panic.

"Shikadai! Behind you!" Chocho's voice echoed throughout the forest as the sizzle of chakra prickled the skin at Shikadai's neck.

Water style again-

Shikadai threw himself to his knees as bullets of water sped above his head with loud hisses. He flipped against the wood of the tree, kicking himself away from Moegi and down to his teammates.

Moegi silently continued her advance.

Her movements were faster, obviously more trained. As Shikadai landed, he saw the shadow of Moegi descending from above him.

Shikadai ignored her.

As Moegi began to attack, a katana shot through trees. It impaled her through the stomach before her body exploded into a cloud of white smoke.

Good.. Inojin knew it was a clone. And even better.. Chocho hasn't fully revealed her position. She fled as Moegi chased me.

Both of his teammates were able to maintain their plan, despite the fact that Moegi's attack changed their original roles.

And now...

Shikadai's eyes followed the path of Inojin's painted weapon. Inojin had defended him.. but he was directing him as well.

Shikadai pressed his palms together, strengthening the murky, quivering line of darkness that stretched across a forest floor splotched with shadows.

It crawled up a tree, curling around the trunk..

And directly across Moegi's legs.

When she had moved to attack Shikadai, Inojin was probably far away enough to see her use substitution- allowing him to not only defend Shikadai, but also reveal Moegi's location.

Shikadai's ponytail wavered as Chocho sped past him. In seconds she was behind Moegi, tanto pointed at her sensei's back.

"...We could go for a bit longer.. but I think that's enough." Moegi spoke aloud from a distance.

"You've improved. All of you." Moegi finished.

"Do you think we're ready for the Mist? Ready to help the fifth Hokage?" Chocho asked.

As Shikadai approached, he noticed Moegi's expression harden.

"This mission has the potential to be more dangerous than what we faced in Suna. I've trained you well.. I think this sparring match is evidence of that." Moegi said.

Her eyes then lowered into a warning, shadowed gaze.

"However, this exercise and actual combat are two entirely different things. I don't have to tell any of you this." Moegi continued, her voice softening.

"I genuinely don't know what we'll face there, Chocho. But I need each of you to promise that you'll trust each other, and trust me. That may be the only advantage we have over our foes."

Shikadai and the others nodded, promising their sensei.

Moegi's expression changed again- it was happy.. relieved.

"Let's get back to the village then. I want you guys to have time to talk to your family and friends before we leave."

Chocho and Inojin excitedly complied.. but Shikadai continued to watch Moegi. Her expression seemed to grow more hollow.. almost scared.

Is there something about this mission we don't know?

Shikadai's mind flashed to Himawari in the hospital. Then, to the story of what Boruto and his team faced.

He scratched at his bandagesonce more.

There was a possibility that they could face something sinister. It seemed clear to Shikadai that something in the ninja world was stirring. Something different from the Sunagakure rebellion.

He continued with his team, unsure musings causing him to furrow his brow in silent reflection.

EARLIER THAT MORNING..

SARADA woke with a start. Her arm ached. Despite her mother's healing, it still had to be bandaged and re-bandaged every time the sun rose. Sarada sighed, leaving her bed for a waiting dresser.

I shouldn't feel sorry for myself.

Himawari..

Sarada was able to visit Hima briefly yesterday. Boruto, The Hokage, and Lady Uzuamki were there, of course. Boruto..

He could barely speak. When Sarada looked at him, she could tell from his face how much pain he was in.

She felt much of the same.

They had all watched as Himawari was nearly beaten to death. It was beyond not helping-

It was the fact that they couldn't do anything. Sarada shut her eyes, tears threatening them as she bandaged a thrashed arm.

I told Boruto to stay back. If he hadn't done what he did..

Sarada opened her eyes, wiping them with determination.

I have to get stronger.

She was an Uchiha.

Sarada herself wasn't even quite sure of what that name meant to the village, but she knew that regardless of it being reverence or infamy..

It was a name that was known. And further, it was one she had a responsibility to.

That thought brought anger to Sarada's mind.. an emotion she had felt many times when it came to anything pertaining to her father.

She-

Sarada's thoughts grew silent as she stilled movement.

She narrowed sharp eyebrows, dark purple hair flying behind her head like a hawk.

I thought I heard something last night-

Voices.

It was mom and..

Sarada's eyes widened as realization echoed throughout her nerves.

That voice.. it's..

The young Uchiha leapt across a small room, turning into a jump as she rushed downstairs. The voices grew quieter at the sound of her footsteps- but she didn't care.

Sarada's eyes strained- she rounded the last corner before entering her kitchen. She stopped-

Sakura was silent.

Sarada's mother stood- her face was tired.. but happy. Before her, a tall man loomed with his back to Sarada. The shape and wave of his hair was exactly like Sarada's, save for the color.

Sarada looked down to the man's boots. Then, she glanced up at the back of his head.

"You.." Sarada snarled.

Sakura stepped forward.

"Sarada.." she began. Sarada's dark eyes narrowed past the man's shoulder.

Sarada maintained her composure as her body shook.

She saw them then- the eyes of the village. The eyes of scorn, derision. The eyes that cared little of her ability, her devotion. Eyes that saw only the crest on her back-

Uchiha.

"I've suffered.. we've suffered so much!" Sarada did begin to yell then.

"And he just decides to come back?! After abandoning everything?!" Sarada stood defiantly, striking her fist against her chest.

"Turn around, Sasuke Uchiha..." Sarada rasped.

Sakura opened her mouth to speak again, but Sasuke raised his hand in silent protest. Sasuke turned.

His face was younger than what Sarada had remembered, and he bore the same look as she did. They had the same eyes, the same nose, the same jaw.

It was clear that they were both the thing that seemed so reviled, the thing that was nearly scrubbed from all the history books Sarada read, the unspeakable thing written on her very face when they saw her.

Uchiha.

"What is it that you want?" Sasuke asked brusquely.

Sarada lowered her head as a new wave of anger washed over her.

"What is it that I want?" Sarada retorted bitterly.

Sasuke nodded, unfazed.

"From this. Your anger is justified.. I can understand it." Sasuke said quietly.

Sasuke's voice beat around Sarada's head almost like a heavy rain.

What is it I want?!

A thousand questions basked in the pain of her early childhood built up within Sarada to such degrees she felt as if she were close to vomiting.

She lurched over, before forcing herself into a steel, steady calm.

Sarada leveled her cold eyes onto Sasuke.

He met her gaze.

"I want to know the truth." Sarada said.

"It would only serve to harm you." Sasuke replied instantly.

Sarada gritted her teeth, curling both hands again into tight fists.

"I deserve to know!" She shouted. Sarada cackled cynically then.

"And since when did you care about harm? I don't even know who you are!" Sarada stepped forward, her voice rising with righteous indignation.

"I deserve to know! I'm not stupid! There's something everyone is hiding! Even mom!"

Sakura's face fell as a silent tear escaped her eye. Sarada felt a pang of guilt then, before noticing she was crying too.

It's his fault.

No one would feel like this if it weren't for him! I know mom doesn't want to lie to me! It's you!

"...I can and will tell you. I promise you that. But now..I can't do that to you.. I'm sorry, Sarada-"

Sarada rushed at Sasuke. Chakra pooled into her right fist as she threw it squarely for his chest.

Sasuke didn't move, and Sarada stopped inches short of a blow that she knew he wasn't defending against.

"Fine..." Sarada looked down as she stepped backwards, fist shaking.

"Fine, if that's how it is!" She laughed.

"If everyone is content to keep lying.. fine. but.. I want to fight you. I want you to see that I became powerful without you, I want you to see I don't need you! It doesn't matter that you're here!"

Sasuke simply nodded.

Sakura made one protest, but Sasuke simply ignored her. The man stalked out of the house, darkness still clutching the world outside.

He paused.

Sarada rushed to her shoes, then chased the man out the door.

As she left the warmth of her home, the man instantly increased his speed. He leapt from building to building with silent whispers, nearly as fast as the birds flying above.

He's already testing me!

Sarada increased her speed, using advanced chakra control to fuel her body. In seconds, she was paced with Sasuke.

They quickly traversed the multiple domed roofs of Konoha- Sarada could tell they were headed for the west gate.

So.. we're leaving the village..

Sarada continued to follow sasuke as the man blinked through Konoha's gate, Sarada following in the wake of shifting air.

They hopped across a nearby stream, trees above wavering in the now warming orange hue of the sun.

Outside konoha's walls, various houses were scattered about. A significant amount of people lived in the ever expanding countryside, finding their home in the shade of the Land of Fire, nestled between giant trees that had bore witness to eras of countless war and conflict.

It was here Sarada and Sasuke found themselves. Sarada continued after the wavering black cloak before her-

Sasuke abruptly stopped.

To their right, a small, modest home waited underneath the gaze of a towering tree. A single file of smoke rose above the dwelling, while warm lights reflected from three windows staggered amongst the home's floors.

Sasuke gripped his sword.

Sarada stepped forward, before passing her eyes across the house once more.

Wait..

This is Sumire's house!

Just as Sarada was about to speak, Sasuke let go of his weapon.

He turned his head halfway to regard Sarada, his one visible brow sharply cutting downwards.

"I thought.. I sensed something." Sasuke looked back at the home once more, before shaking his head.

He resumed their journey.

They moved through the wood in relative silence. Sarada said nothing, and Sasuke offered no conversation.

Sarada's anger still simmered.

For him to simply return.. as if nothing happened..!

The young Uchiha felt pain behind her right eye. She blinked away the searing burn, focusing a hate filled glare at the world ahead of her.

Finally, they left the long belt of trees. They came across a wide valley, filled with wavering white flowers and tall grass. Far in the distance, a large slab of stone stood..

Bearing the Uchiha crest.

Sasuke began walking. Sarada followed closely behind. She wanted to ask where they were.. but she also didn't want to speak to him yet. Not yet..

Not until I prove to you I don't need you! You don't deserve to be here!

With that thought, Sarada stamped her feet firmly to the ground.

"Enough walking, Sasuke!" She clasped her hands together as chakra began infusing within her.

Sasuke dipped his head, accepting her challenge.

Sarada vanished in the air.

She appeared above Sasuke, leg kicking down at the crown of his head.

He stepped backwards-

Sarada threw herself to Sasuke's right.

He thought I was going to land right in front of him!

Sarada's hands weaved together in rehearsed seconds.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" Sarada belched an orb of flame- hitting Sasuke close range as sound and smoke exploded from the epicenter of the blast.

Boring, Sasuke!

Sarada spun on her heels, dodging to the left as Sasuke extended a kick meant for her head.

He pivoted, before landing gracefully before her.

A lull.

Sarada raised her arms-

Sasuke exploded in a gasp of air.

He appeared before Sarada, swiping a leg across both of hers. She fell backward, recovering into a roll as Sasuke continued his advance.

She kicked into a standing position, forcing Sasuke back as he moved his arm and legs in defense.

"You're more skilled than the Uzumaki boy," Sasuke commented.

Sarada remained silent, sliding backwards as she threw her hands behind her back.

It's time.. I've grown used to the difference in our height and strength. Now.. Begins the real offensive!

Sarada produced four shuriken, flaring them like cards as she crossed her arms.

She broke into a run, flinging each arm to the left and right. The shuriken swirled around Sasuke, before clashing against each other and changing course- now aimed for his eyes.

Sarada ran ahead-

Sasuke vanished.

"How-"

Sarada felt a hand on her shoulder-

She relaxed her muscles, freeing herself from Sasuke's grip before he could take hold.

Sarada hopped backwards, panting. Sasuke didn't pursue.

"You're stronger than I expected." Sasuke said.

"If you're this strong.. why weren't you able to help Himawari?" Sasuke asked.

Sarada's eyes widened as her blood thumped.

"I know what happened. I know.. that boy- Boruto Uzumaki.. fought the creature away from her. Yet.. you're stronger than him. What is it that he has.. that you lack?" Sasuke stepped forward.

Sarada hissed.

"You.. you have no right to speak!" She ran-

Sasuke vanished again.

How is he doing this?!

Sarada felt the air from Sasuke's rounding kick-

But didn't have the muscle strength to evade it.

His boot connected with her jaw, sending her crashing into the ground.

Sasuke's shadow loomed over Sarada-

She tapped into her chakra, zipping backwards as Sasuke's fist crushed a small crater into the ground where she once stood.

Sarada sniffed- she noticed then her nose was bleeding.

Sarada wiped away the blood, leveling her gaze with Sasuke's.

Himawari..

Could I have done more?

Could we have beaten that thing if I had-

Sarada's right eye began to sear again.

For Sasuke.. for him to accuse her, the man who abandoned his own family, his own daughter-

Sarada roared in anger. She flipped her hands together-

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, I know that jutsu!" Sarada bellowed.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!" Six globs of devouring fire shouted forth from Sarada, each of them speeding for Sasuke.

Sarada instantly chased after her own jutsu, hiding in the shadow of the furthest orb as she rounded on Sasuke's position.

She saw him- saw as he was about to be enveloped by three spheres of fire-

He vanished again.

But this time- Sarada noticed he reappeared somewhat before her trajectory.

I still don't get it.. but this answers two things!

One, if he could help it, he wouldn't have teleported near me! That means his ability is confined to his immediate area!

Two... He can't see me!

As the fire rounded for Sasuke, he raised his palm. Sarada's jutsu exploded against Sasuke's hand..

And then was drawn into it.

What-

Distracted, Sarada paused as her position was revealed. Sasuke wasted no time-

He jumped forward, unleashing a flurry of blows to Sarada's face and body.

No..

Sarada felt herself being pushed backward, blood flying from her mouth as Sasuke continued his attack.

No!

I won't lose! I refuse to feel this pain! This blood.. it isn't mine! I will not show weakness! Not to..

Sasuke's face flashed before Sarada's right eye.

Her anger.. her fury.. reached its boiling point.

Not to you, Sasuke Uchiha!

Sarada blinked. Her right eye burned-

But through it.. she could see Sasuke's movements.

No, beyond that.

She could see the tension of his muscles, the ending points of his arm, his fingers.

His strike.

Time seemed to have slowed, but now it was speeding up again. Sarada caught Sasuke's fist with her own, pushing a wave of chakra forth in such intensity it whipped at the wind.

For a moment, they both stood, fists touching.

Sasuke stared at her. His face.. he looked almost sad.

Finally, Sarada stepped backward.

"What..? What is it? You have nothing to say now?" Sarada raised her hands into a jutsu sign, preparing another attack-

Sasuke drew his blade. Sarada paused-

She stepped backwards as he approached.

However, Sasuke raised his blade's flat to Sarada's face, allowing her to see a wavering reflection.

In it, she saw that her right eye was now red.

A black ring circled within her pupil, while a small, ink-like tomoe rested at the crown of it.

"The.." Sarada stepped backwards.

"It seems it only manifested in one eye.. curious." Sasuke said as he appraised Sarada's gaze from a distance.

"What.. what is this..?" Sarada asked as Sasuke sheathed his sword.

"That is the legacy of the blood within you...the Sharingan."

"So.. this is the man Jigen's up in arms about?" Code yawned, peering over the body of a well-built individual, white hair flowing behind the corpse-like individual's head.

The man was enclosed in a blue incubation tube. Where his heart would be, a circle of the death scroll thudded, thinly hidden underneath a veil of discolored skin.

Amado chuckled from across the room.

"You shouldn't stand so close." He warned.

Code scoffed, unease somewhat tensing around his neck as he backed away.

"He feels almost like.."

"Otogane?" Amado finished, looking up at Code as he prepared a cigarette.

"Yes.. I knew that she was... related, in a sense, but.. for it to feel like this.." Code smiled.

"You're truly a monster, Amado. It's unfair you created a failure like me before you were capable of something to the level of... what was its name, again?" Code inquired.

"Kashin." Amado said simply, huffing darkly on his cigarette.

"Kashin Koji," the scientist finished with a smoky exhale, standing up to match Code's height.

"Sounds ancient." Code said. He wanted to know more, to tell the truth.. but he also didn't want to know anything about Otogane that would get him in trouble. Code had his use due to his relation to the Ten Tails.. but as a failed vessel, he knew he existed on borrowed time- and personal favor.

"So, what's with Kashin's left ar-" Code began.

Suddenly, the lab door crashed open.

Before either of them could react, Delta strode into the lab, purple eyes critical in their regard.

"Ah, just who I was looking for." Delta said, smiling thinly at Code.

Code instantly glowered.

They were both inners, and further, by all rights, Code was stronger than Delta.

However, it seemed that Delta held more favor with Jigen, and was able to leverage that favor into more and more authority within the organization.

I'm little more than the Ten Tail's handler..

Code frowned, masking his insecurities with a false air of confidence.

"Delta.. I'm surprised to still see you here. I thought Lord Jigen sent you off to die already." Code smiled with a grin dipped in hate.

Delta returned the look, eyes shining.

"Hmph.. that's actually why I'm here, dear Code." Delta began as she twirled on white boots.

Amado chuckled in the background as Code glared on, watching Delta cautiously.

"Kirigakure is a dangerous place.. Not to mention, if our new intel is correct.. the Fifth Hokage is there, as well." Delta reported.

Code shrugged.

"Afraid of an old war relic?" He said.

Delta pursed her lips into a smile.

"I want to ensure my mission is successful.. to enact Jigen's will. I need what you'd call.. a trump card."

Delta's hair bounced as she spoke. She playfully twisted at a long, blonde strand of it as Code digested her words.

"You have your own tools. Both your lower and upper guard still live." Code replied harshly.

Delta flashed her eyes, meeting Code's glare.

"I want Botäshirin."

Amado chuckled.

"Oh my..." the man laughed quietly. Code inhaled, lowering his voice to a hissing whisper.

"You've gone too far Delta. That-" Code rasped.

It was useless to resist- Code knew that.

But she couldn't. Delta couldn't possibly be that crazed..

"By all accounts, you should be stronger than her now. Is that fear I smell dripping from you, Code? Didn't you want your opportunity to burn her to a crisp?" Delta chuckled.

Code stomped his foot onto the lab floor, fire shooting upwards and around his body. He breathed haggardly- the density of Code's chakra began breaking various medical instruments within Amado's lab.

"Control yourself, Code. You'll threaten him." Amado said sternly.

Code looked away, flames dying down as Delta laughed boastfully.

"Ah, yes! It is that power I missed, Code. It is too bad I can't take you. However.. another failed vessel is just as fine." Delta smirked.

Code's glare darkened.

"I haven't given you her. And I refuse to." Code said with finality.

Amado sighed, turning back to his work.

Delta cooed mockingly.

"You know what I possess. Drop these foolish pretenses, and give me the key. I've grown bored of the smell in this room." Delta spat.

Code gritted his teeth.

He could continue to refuse her..

But she possessed the Seal.

Those who carried the Seal could command other Inners.. save for Amado and Otogane. They could even forcibly command outers and uppers, if it came to it.

In a way, the seal made Delta the third strongest member.

The seal, when activated, could control Code's mind.. rather painfully, and force him to give Delta what she wanted.

The young man sighed in defeat, opening his palm.

A zipper-like protrusion cut across his palm, blood momentarily spilling from the void-like wound.

From it, a key jumped. Delta grabbed it as it flew through the air, smiling as the smooth metal loudly slapped against her skin.

"Good boy." Delta smirked.

She turned, sauntering out of the room.

"I'll be sure to treat your former Upper with the utmost care.. Code!" Delta laughed as she vanished into the bowels of Kara's lower catacombs.

Amado twirled in his chair, crossing arms.

"That was interesting,to say the least." Amado raised his eyebrows towards Code.

"You- you could've stopped her!" Code protested.

Amado smiled.

"I guess that's true, I could've." He said as he typed at a diagnostic chart.

Code swore.

"...Botäshirin Zhenjin.." He whispered.

Botäshirin.

She had served under Code for some time.. before she went mad.

There were six failed vessels of Jigen. Each of them inherited a portion of his overall power.. Code was one of them.. Botäshirin was another.

The vessels of Jigen were considered failures as while they possessed powerful chakra, they were unable to perform Jutsu. All of them.. save for Botäshirin.

Due to her intellectual deficiency, she was made an upper. However, five years ago she had gone mad. She killed two inners, and then nearly killed Code.

It was Boro and Amado who eventually stopped her. They contained her in a special prison- the very same one she was hopefully decomposing in now.

"If she wants to unleash such a monster.. then she'll have Jigen to answer to. This doesn't involve me." Code said almost to himself in reassurance.

"Now there's a mature thought." Amado grinned.

Though.. if you dare bring Botäshirin back here.. I'll kill you both! Seal or not, Delta!

Code smirked at his dark musings, before leaving Amado to his corpsemen's work.

SWEAT dripped down Shojoji's face. He was hidden within the walls of an unassuming home. He hadn't moved for nearly six hours.

The home was occupied by a young girl and her mother and father. They were all Shinobi, but he could tell none of them posed any actual threat, combined or alone.

No, it wasn't them.

That chakra earlier.. it must've been the Hokage. I didn't expect to sense him..

Did the Hokage suspect something already? Was that even possible? Was there a ninja with that sort of sensory ability?

No. If the Hokage suspected something, the house would've been evacuated by now. But..

For a moment.. It was like something with incredible chakra was staring right at me!

Was it possible it was the same chakra that Lady Otogane felt..?

No. This was powerful chakra.. but not otherworldly. Which means my goal is still within Konoha.

Shojoji steeled his resolve. No doubt, after this mission Otogane would let him be.. perhaps for the rest of his life. All he had to do was gather intel.

This family.. he wouldn't take them, not yet.

But he knew that within this home.. his key into the village slept.

Shojoji smiled.

Yes. The world of Shinobi.. was quite cruel.

NEXT TIME, DOUBLE CHAPTER!

TO KIRIGAKURE! Then, YOUR FATHER'S JUTSU, THE RASENGAN!

13: YOUR FATHER'S JUTSU!

BORUTO

SACHI YAMANAKA.

Short, blonde hair bobbed against her forehead, framing frantic light blue eyes as a desperate gaze peered ahead. There was only one thing on her mind.

Shota.

Sachi clasped her hands together tightly, sweat making palms slick to the touch. She was in an abandoned home found choked between two crossing streams.

Kawa no kuni..

The land of Rivers.

The young kunoichi released a steady beacon of chakra.

If you're in danger.. or if you think Konoha is after you.. come to the Land of Rivers. I will be there. I will sense you.

Shota's parting words before all this began thrummed within Sachi's mind. He loved her. They loved each other-

Sachi's senses began to calm.

I've been running for almost two days.. but I'm safe now. I'm here. I trust Shota. More than anything.

The home she hid within was built of wood, with exposed windows on every wall. A doorway, broken, spilled into the woody area outside. From cuts within the roof sunshine splashed, leaving warm patterns that crossed Sachi's eyes along with the thoughts that raced behind them.

In the silence between now and fate, Sachi found herself thinking about the interrogation.

Inadvertently, she shook. Sachi suddenly remembered the headband still warming a cold forehead as guilt tunneled through her body.

Two Konoha nin were killed. Shota.. he promised no one would die.

He said that this would help Konoha in ways it refused to help itself- using old Uzumaki techniques to fuel new medical technology.. to save lives!

Sachi shuddered.

The Death God scrolls.

Scrolls that, like the rest of the village, were warded behind a complex spell of chakra that only the barrier team knew of. The chakra inscriptions changed monthly.. However, Sachi had an innate ability.

Her sensory jutsu seemed to be able to decode chakra she felt. She understood the components of most jutsu, and while she couldn't perform the jutsu she experienced, she at least could record it, and knew how to replicate it. This was a skill that only Shota knew of.

Which is why when he asked for her help..

I wanted him to value me. To love me. He.. Shota isn't evil. I didn't think there would be any ha-

Sachi's emotions exploded as a familiar chakra suddenly stepped through an empty doorframe. She nearly leapt from her hiding place, smiling as her blue eyes locked onto an angular, handsome face shrouded by dark hair.

Shota smiled back softly. His skin was fair, smooth and unblemished, save for the red circles underneath his eyes. His pupils were dark brown- brooding and intelligent. As Sachi ran to him he pulled her close, caressing her head as she softly began to cry.

"I'm so glad you're safe," Shota whispered. They separated for a moment. Sachi looked up at Shota, tears falling from his eyes. She pulled his face down to hers, wiping his tears as she kissed him softly.

"They..didn't seem to pursue me as much as I expected. Sai must've held them back." Sachi said almost neutrally.

The shock of meeting Shota again.. after all of this.. it made it seem almost as if the last two days weren't real. But now that he was here-

"Two people died, Shota..!" Sachi whispered, almost as if she was still within Konoha's walls. She loved Shota.. but she needed to understand what was happening, and what this meant for them.

Shota gave her a look of genuine surprise. He then glanced away, out towards one of the windows and then to the wooded fields beyond.

He was silent.

"Shota! Please! I just.. I'm scared, Shota! I left everything for you!" Sachi pleaded.

Shota did look at her then. He slowly lifted his hand to Sachi's face, before cusping his palm against her cheek.

Sachi's heart ached.

Sho-

The thatched roof above cracked away with a violent, splintering bark. Sachi immediately turned, eyes wide as a scream filled her lungs.

A white, foxlike dog with blue eyes stood amongst the smoking debris. But that wasn't what filled her with terror.

No, far from it.

The upper body of a human girl was stitched to the dog's back, dried blood forming a matted, red ring around the girl's torso. Her arms dragged across the wood floor, while dark red hair veiled a lowered head.

Sachi.. she recognized the dog. It was Junban, one of Shota's ninken. Sachi knew Shota was interested in studying human biology.. but to do this..

This.. this is wrong!

Sachi stepped backwards.

Is this why Kiba expelled you, Shota?!

"Shota.. what did y-"

Sachi felt the weight of movement behind her.

She turned her head just as the tip of a kunai slashed across her neck. Sachi spun around, blood splattering against the wood.

Shota regarded her as she fell to her knees, blood pouring down a green flak jacket.

She tried to speak, tried to curse. Tried to scream. But she couldn't. Before she died, the last thing she saw were the tears in Shota's eyes.

"The Rasengan...?" Konohamaru repeated.

Boruto glared at Konohamaru, folding his arms across a purple shirt as the man groggily rubbed his eyes.

"Yes. I need to get stronger. Mastering the rasengan is a step towards that." Boruto said softly. As he spoke, the image of Himawari's mangled body reverberated throughout his mind.

Konohamaru's tiredness seemed to fade away as he nodded knowingly. But then, question painted over the man's face.

"I offered to teach you before..what changed?" Konohamaru raised an eyebrow.

Boruto looked away as a rising sun warmed his back.

"Sasuke Uchiha."

Alarm replaced confusion within Konohamaru.

"Sasuke Uchiha?" Konohamaru frowned.

"So.. he's returned."

Boruto nodded.

"He said he would help me become stronger.. if I can learn it." Boruto clasped his bandaged hand into a tight fist.

"The rasengan." Boruto finished.

Konohamaru remained silent. Boruto looked at him for some time, wondering what exactly was on the man's mind. His brows were furrowed, brown eyes focused on Boruto but somehow also past him.

Finally, Konohamaru spoke.

"Your dad.. the Hokage." Konohamaru graced Boruto with a slack smile.

"I know he trusts Sasuke Uchiha. No, it's beyond that."

Morning wind blew, causing Konohamaru's curly hair to rustle in the breeze.

"They're brothers. They love each other. But.."

Konohamaru's eyes snapped towards Boruto's.

"Sasuke did things that aren't forgivable. Things that-"

Unlike himself, Boruto interrupted.

"What things? What happened before the war, Sensei?" Boruto asked.

Sarada had spoken to him about her suspicions about the Uchiha, and he learned about their role in the war during his studies at the academy. But.. Other than that, there was absolutely no information on the clan itself.

When they were younger, it didn't stand out. But now...

It's clear that something happened. Something they're hiding from us.

"I.. I'm sorry, Boruto. I shouldn't get into this." Konohamaru sighed harshly, waving the subject away with both hands.

"Just know that.. Sasuke's path isn't the only way. I know what you want, Boruto. I had the same look in my eyes when I was your age. You want to succeed. To become stronger."

Konohamaru clasped Boruto's shoulder, offering a wide smile.

"Don't forget about the people who care about you. Sasuke.. he isolated himself. He thought only he could change things. I.. don't want you to become like that." Konohamaru said.

Boruto looked down, absorbing his Sensei's words.

He wanted to ask more, but he knew that Konohamaru was trying to keep something secret.

He didn't want to push the issue. Konohamaru deserved more than a pointless argument.

"With that said.. I can't imagine a greater honor than teaching you the rasengan, Boruto." Konohamaru grinned, curling his hand into a fist, eyes filled with fiery vigor.

"Back then.. your father was more than a Sensei. He was.. like an older brother to me. He's my family." Konohamaru affirmed.

"That means you are too!" Konohamaru offered his fist to Boruto.

Boruto raised his eyebrow.

"It's.. like the unison sign. Consider it an agreement. It's a promise I'll teach you your father's jutsu." Konohamaru said.

"Hmph." Boruto scoffed.

Nonetheless, he tapped a clenched fist against Konohamaru's own.

They began immediately.

#boruto fanfiction

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bunny-of-kouka · 4 years

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told my dad that I might fail this sem and his response was that if I fail I get to stay home next semester

#rambles #uni life #there are 2 beasts fighting within my dad #one is the Asian Parent Stereotype™#and the other is the must minimise covid risks doctor #it was honestly kinda funny #bc my entire childhood was strict when it came to grades #and now it's like #just pass and stay safe #with the latter being the priority

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iamapoopmuffin · 3 years

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Teen Titans Episodes Explained Badly

Divide And Conquer: Aight, first thing to establish here, you take any one Titan out of the equation and the entire team is fucked, thank you and goodnight.

Sisters: If you ever wanted to get your sibling arrested, here’s a handy dandy guide on how!

Final Exam: “Did you order a crack team of ace assassins?” “No.” “Great, here you go!”

Forces Of Nature: Some old dude convinces two teenagers who have never heard of stranger danger to start some fires

The Sum Of His Parts: Reject humanity return to robot

Nevermore: Journey to the centre of Raven’s brain

Switched: Anatomically accurate puppets give way to your classic body switch storyline

Deep Six: Beast Boy vs a hot guy. The Titans get wet.

Masks: A secret identity within a secret identity

Mad Mod: A cheerful reminder that school sucks and is full of creepy people. Also never trust British people.

Car Trouble: I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I st

Apprentice - Part 1: Slade, a bitter divorced father, hasn’t seen his children in a long time so he steals one of Batman’s children.

Apprentice - Part 2: Robin does not want to be Slade’s son

How Long Is Forever?: Back to the future

Every Dog Has His Day: I heard you like dogs so I traded your dog for a dog. Also if it’s green, it will love annoying Raven.

Terra: The Titans let a homeless girl crash on their couch and she tracks mud everywhere

Only Human: Atlas’ entire life is this one video game and he probably lives in his mother’s basement

Fear Itself: Have your nightmares ever come alive and tried to kill everyone you care about? W̶̢̧̖͚͎̙̗̰̦̹̏͗̽͊̒̊̂͐̏̏͒̌͠ͅỏ̸̢̥̻̑̌͑́̏̓̈͐͜͝ų̷̭̫͙̘͕̣̏̑͂̍̈̋̽̍l̸͖̙̭̩̘̩͇̱͎͑̌d̶̡̧̡̛͎̪̳̰͉͖̠͈̗̽̃̎̏͑̈́͊̚͝ ̶͖̞̅̂͌̅̏y̶̖̯̮̩͈̻̹̣͆o̶̙̰̽͆̆̔̿̂͠u̵̡̫̩̹̅̄́̅̈́͆̾̉̀̐̌̂̚ ̶̨̢̛̥̺͍͙͎̥̣̼͇̲̞̳̄́̂̇̉ͅl̵̮̿i̵̢̢̛̹̞͕̲͐̈́͜k̵̡̺̏̊͌̿͊͆́̅̍̂͑̕͘͝ͅe̵̛͇̕ ̶̧̧̨̟̺͍̞̤̱̗̲̦̺̹̌͂̏̀̌͌̚ţ̶̫̞̣̬̣̜̙͛̓̂̋̀̍̀̏͐̇͒ͅh̴̢̧̡̭̭̱̙͙̼̊͌̅̋̎͊̉̓̓̚͜͝e̴̥̩̩͔̰̫͆̇̇̐̂͛̊́̀m̴̡͇̀̊ ̷̦͚̖̯̌͛́̄̔̄t̶̢̤̫̰̲̖͚̗̜͔̫̫̖͚̿̓̑ͅo̴̳̹͎̗͍̜͂̆̅͛͐̈̐̈́͒̽͘͠?̶̨͖̲͈̩̲͎͍̪͇̤̺͑̾̇͂̆̾̈̈́̅̅

Date With Destiny: Sexual harassment ft. moths

Transformation: Puberty. That’s it, that’s the episode.

Titan Rising: Homeless girl joins team and doesn’t track as much mud around the house this time.

Winner Take All: Overgrown furry gremlin thing makes kids fight each other then shoves them inside a necklace

Betrayal: Bitter divorced dad ruins teenagers’ date

Fractured: Being from another dimension appears and accidentally turns the world into a crayon drawing

Aftershock - Part 1: Terra is evil? Terra is unyielding? I’m packing my little rucksack-

Aftershock - Part 2: You thought everyone was dead but no, they’re fine...wait, a volcano is erupting-

Deception: Cyborg goes back to school but it’s evil school

X: When your evil alter ego suddenly becomes a person in its own right.

Betrothed: Never let your sister plan your wedding

Crash: Get sick, eat everything.

Haunted: Robin gets poisoned and hallucinates vividly.

Spellbound: The dangers of getting way too attached to a character in one of your books

Revolution: History lesson on crack

Wavelength: Evil Academy 2 Electric Boogaloo.

The Beast Within: Reject humanity return to Bigfoot.

Can I Keep Him?: Please do not feed your silk worms mysterious alien goo.

Bunny Raven...Or...How To Make A Titanimal Disappear: “Hey kid, you wanna see a magic trick?”

Titans East - Part 1: A new Titans team but Brother Blood wants to make it Evil Academy 3 Steel City Drift

Titans East - Part 2: Hypnotism and violence. I hope you kids like the threat of death!

Episode 257-494: Fat nerd escapes into TV and becomes James Bond

The Quest: Robin gets advice from some talking animals

Birthmark: Slade is never getting invited to another birthday party.

Cyborg The Barbarian: Back To The Future but it’s the film where they end up way in the past. Cyborg falls for a dead girl. This boy is really not lucky in love.

Employee Of The Month: Beast Boy gets a job working for a talking cube.

Troq: The Titans help an intergalactic racist and don’t question it when he states they need to commit mass genocide for the good of the universe.

The Prophecy: Oh yeah also the world is about to end lol

Stranded: “Well thank fuck this planet happens to have an atmosphere we can all survive in.”

Overdrive: “I’ve started a gang. The current members are me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me.”

Mother Mae-Eye: Overbearing parent simulator

The End - Part 1: Satan comes to visit his daughter and burn everything.

The End - Part 2: Everything is on fire.

The End - Part 3: Raven tells her dad to fuck off.

Homecoming - Part 1: Meet The Parents, Beast Boy edition

Homecoming - Part 2: What would you give up to chase down a team led by a homosexual brain in a jar and his monkey boyfriend?

Trust: Madame Rouge melts in direct sunlight.

For Real: You ordered the Teen Titans, but we didn’t have it in stock. We’ve substituted and price matched Titans East, now without hypnotism.

Snowblind: Starfire helps Captain Russia™ face his radioactive personal demons

Kole: Jurassic Park but nobody gets eaten

Hide And Seek: Would you rather fight a giant gorilla or babysit children? Quickly now, we don’t have much time.

Lightspeed: No Teen Titans here, just bad guys and even worse flirting.

Revved Up: Basically Wacky Races.

Go!: “This is the story of how we met. Except I tell it better than Robin does, my version has pirates!” “God damn it, Beast Boy-”

Calling All Titans!: “Here’s every single hero we could get the rights to for this. We sure hope no-one’s got any evil plans for all of them...”

Titans Together: Oops, evil won. SIKE!

Things Change: Beast Boy harasses the fuck out of a girl who looks like his ex.

The Lost Episode: I hope you like music, ft. don’t trust British people 2 electric boogaloo.

#Teen Titans #robin teen titans #cyborg teen titans #raven teen titans #Starfire #beast boy

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Can I request how the feral boys would ask you/ what they would do for your first time sleeping over as their girlfriend? That sounds weird but I hope you know what I mean lol. I love your writing by the way!

hi friend , and thank u ! i appreciate it <3 this is a super cute idea and i had a lot of fun writing it ,,,,, im so soft for them i can't . xoxoxoxoxo , starlight

AYO LOOK AT THESE : the smallest bit of smut but overall fluff ! soft feral boys content , come get yall juice

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

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wouldn’t be planned tbh , you’d been at his place all day and you’re both too tired to drive

you’d start to call an uber and clay would turn your phone over

“you could… stay here, if you want?”

it was a no brainer

of course you’d stay with him

clay would be so excited , smiling through his sleepy haze

he’d finally get up from his computer just to shower you with kisses all over your face

he’d tackle you back onto his bed , his soft , silly kisses turning into lingering, hard kisses

all teeth and tongue and his hands all over you

he’d get one of his legs between yours, shuddering at the way you’d whine into his mouth

his hands would make their way down to your hips

he’d grind your hips down on him , your sleepiness only making you more sensitive

you bet your ass that he’d make you cum just from grinding on his thigh

he lives in a constant state of horny™ even when he’s tired

clay would be so cocky at how he’d made you finish , doing virtually nothing

but he would go so soft at the way you were exhausted after that , yawning and rubbing your eyes

‘baby’ , ‘love’ , ‘pretty girl’

so affectionate

you could’ve fallen asleep just like that but clay makes you get up and change

“baby , you don't want to sleep in your clothes”

“sleep in mine instead”

you would just grumble back at him until he would physically lift you out of bed

clay would help you out of your clothes

he’d put you in his sweats and a giant dream hoodie

just incase sap walked in for some reason

doesn't want him seeing any of the goods™

he’d carry you to the bathroom and find an extra toothbrush

clay would absolutely try to talk to you while brushing his teeth and the two of you would laugh s o hard at each other trying to talk with mouths full of toothpaste

again , he would pick you up and carry you back to his bed , shutting the door behind the two of you

“don't you want to say goodnight to sap?” “no :)”

the two of you would fall onto his bed and be asleep within 10 minutes , completely tangled in each other

he talks in his sleep

but you snore

so its even

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george

soft george my beloved

he’d probably plan your guys first ‘sleepover’

he would want to make it special , and definitely do something memorable

george would bring it up to you like a week before

he’d practically invite you like it was a birthday party :,)

i can't

he’d make reservations for a nice dinner before and get all dressed up

george would pick you up and hold your hand on the console

he’d open all the doors for you

he'd pull out your c h a i r

yall would definitely be cracking jokes all throughout dinner in the middle of this fancy restaurant

george would ABSOLUTELY knock his silverware off the table at some point

you would have to fight to not spit your drink out , laughing so hard

he’d skip on desert at the restaurant and take you to dairy queen or something

it would be the two of you in your fancy attire , sitting outside some tiny ice cream parlor

looking at eachother like you were the only two people on earth

yall are in L O V E

once you two got home george would carry your overnight bag in

he would change immediately

bc he h8’s fancy clothes

but wanted to dress up for you

after you guys changed into pajamas , you’d stay up talking for hours

he’d tell you stories of him and all the feral boys

you’d tell him stupid things you did as a kid

the two of you would want to make the most of the extended time you had together and stay up until like 2 in the morning

george’s voice would get all low and raspy from talking for so long

you’d fall asleep on the couch together when you physically couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore

george would wake up when the sun started shining through the blinds

he would carry you up to his bed

then promptly fall back asleep with you in his arms

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sapnap

snapmap my love .

this man doesn’t plan shi t

it would be very spur of the moment , the two of you laughing at some joke that he made when he’d grab your hand suddenly v serious

“will you sleep with me tonight?”

he’d look so earnest while asking that and you would BURST into laughter

it would take nick a hot sec to realise what he’d said and once he did . he would simply . disintegrate .

he would be so dramatic about it too

“i was trying to be romantic ! stop laughing at me !”

and you would just sit there , laughing so hard that you couldn’t produce noise anymore , just silent wheezes

you would start to cry and nick would pOUT

you would just nod , literally unable to produce words

but sap would brighten up at that

“so you’ll stay the night?”

once you got control of yourself , the two of you continued on doing what you were doing

it was like a normal day other than the fact that it ,,,, wouldn’t end

you two watched movies and played minecraft all day , being lazy together

you’d doordash dinner or order pizza or something so you didn’t have to leave the house

he’d have to stream and you would just chill , eating pizza in bed

once it became apparent that the stream was gonna last longer than planned , you would quietly come up behind him and drop a kiss on his cheek

he’d grin at you but be confused ???

you’d text him so your voice wouldn’t pop up on stream

‘gonna take a shower / keep myself busy’

he’d text back a single ‘👍🏼’

sapnap texts like a dad and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

you’d shower and get dressed , then wander down to the kitchen trying to find something to do

scavenger hunt™ for cookie ingredients

you’d bake his favorite and surprise him with a warm cookie im s o f t

the SMILE that would cross his face my god

he would feel so loved

he’d mute stream to thank you, putting his hands around your waist and burying his face into your stomach

you k n o w he’d find some way to end stream early after that , wanting to be with you

the two of you would finish off all the cookies , watching scary movies together

he’d hold you when you jump at all the spooky shit

you’d do the same for him bc sap is baby

chat . i'm kinda scared . lowkey .

you were both half asleep by the time you made your way back up to his room

you’d be lights out the minute your head hit the pillows

and he’d be big spoon

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karl

karl would probably ask you that day , texting you before you’d even come over to ask if you would stay the night

you two had technically slept over before , but never at karl’s place (usually pulling all nighters with the feral boys on stream or with the beast crew)

you can not tell me . that karl . would not build a fort . with you .

and he would 100% go all out with it

he’d get lights to string up on the inside (the twinkle ones for sure)

he would get a fuckton of pillows and the softest blankets he can find and pile them in

karl would essentially make a nest for the two of you

you’d spend the first hour alone sharing soft kisses and cuddling so close that you weren't sure where you ended and karl began

he’d hold you , letting you lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

you’d talk about everything and nothing at all , just wanting to hear each other’s voices

until someone’s stomach growled

he’d laugh until he couldn't breathe

you had tears rolling down your face , your stomach hurting from the giggles

he’d either take you to get food before or doordash your favorite

because neither of you can cook blESS

you’d pick out cute , matching pajamas for your first official night together

but

he’d end up giving you his clothes to sleep in

because he likes you wearing his stuff

and it's more comfortable than your fancy pajamas

he’d cover his eyes and face a blanket/wall while you were changing

the only time either of you would leave the fort would be for more snacks or to go to the bathroom

karl would bring his laptop in and turn in a movie as you two were settling in for the night

(some super dumb kids movie)

(my brain immediately went to the lorax)

(i’ll see myself out)

and he’d stay awake until you fell asleep, your face buried into his t-shirt

it made his heart so full that you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him

he’d play with your hair and trace over your features as soft as possible

because you're just so beautiful when you’re asleep ??

karl murmurs how much he loves you , everything that he loves about you while he knows you can't hear it

he’d drift off with you still in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head in a sweet, gentle kiss

and the two of you would stay like that the entire night , keeping each other warm

im so soft for him

can u tell

karl jacobs my love

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quackity

listen

everyone writes big q as a stupid dumb dummy

and while he can be that at some times

this man would be so fucking thoughtful ??? when it came to his girl ?????

you literally can't tell me otherwise .

much like gogy he would plan something special

but like

he can COOK yall

he’d make you a nice ass dinner

and set up a picnic in the backyard

he’d light candles and make it all fancy

literally it would be a scene out of a movie

once you finished eating dinner the two of you would watch the sunset

he’d play guitar and sING FOR YOU

you’d stay outside soaking in the heat even after the sun had gone down

stargazing for as long as you could

alex would put his arm around you and have you lay on his chest

you’d listen to his heartbeat while you pointed out the big dipper

he’d make up his own constellations aljidhkuvgfhadj

you two would only go inside because you were being eaten alive by mosquitos

one of you would play music off your phone and yall would slow dance in the kitchen

he would repeatedly tell you how much he loved you , pressing tender kisses to your neck , your jaw

until a fucking ad would play

and alex would just lose his shit

he would laugh so hard he’d ipad kid cough

then you would simply ascend

the two of you would be laying on the kitchen floor absolutely D Y I N G of laughter

you’d stay there for a while , trying to recover

by the time you did , your ribs were sore from all the giggles

alex would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder , walking you up to bed

he’d suplex you onto the mattress

the two of you are children around each other tbh

that would lead to a wrestling match

until you’d found your way onto his lap , pinning him by his wrists

w h e w

the way that man would kiss you after that ? bye im gone

lets just say by the time he was finished you would both be exhausted

he’d tell you how pretty you were , how good you did

the two of you would fall asleep with tangled limbs , half kissing

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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Here's Eclipse Lake, an episode that has been highly anticipated! Will it top Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door?

I'll skip the pretense: No. It won't.

You'll see under the cut.

Hmm, that list of ingredients for the Grimwalker...I'll let other people theorize about this (like @sepublic ), but it sure looks like a thing

Guess the mysterious green goo won't cut it, huh?

Belos face reveal already?! Huh, didn't expect it so soon.

Oh, no, he's hot! (And I'm mad about it)

Still an ass, though

Now we know why Hunter was wearing a different outfit (because people fixated on that for some reason)

Amity with the clipboard gives me strong Dipper vibes

GHOST! My beloved!

I need a moment because CAT!

(Also, someone pointed out earlier that Ghost was based on Dana's cat, and that's super obvious in hindsight)

Raine?! Oh, wait, you mean rain. Sigh.

Eda gets training tips from DBZ confirmed

(Also Amity's face when reacting to Eda's explanation is priceless)

Oh God Eda's a weeb I need another moment

Damn, Amity just straight up calling Eda old

Oh, loopy Luz

(The abomination holding the tissue box is adorable for many reasons)

Yeah, don't want Luz to eat the McGuffin

I have several questions about those Tamagotchis that I'll refrain from listing here

Amity your Odalia is showing

Girlfriend counter: 1

(Yes I am introducing a counting gag, deal with it)

Was wondering if they were ever gonna reference the dissection incident. We've come a long way, baby!

Oh, so that's what everyone was looking at

Luz honey your enthusiasm is admirable but no

Luz burrito is quite cute, though

Girlfriend counter: 2

(Damn, still wild to think that that's the case)

Just occurred to me that "Boots" is probably shortened from "Bossyboots" from earlier

Guess the Luz hiss compilation needs to be updated again

Those tunnels ain't the only thing around here that's unstable, amirite?

Oops, guess Kiki was justified, after all

Maybe don't talk so loudly about your plans, dude

That is her son, get it right!

Serves you right for having that stupid strand of hair sticking out like that

Is this just the episode where everyone dunks on White Boy? Because I can totally get behind that.

Already mentioned this, but I am loving the parallels between Katara and Amity with that bottle of abomination goo. Insert obligatory "Two Nickels" meme here about Mae Whitman.

We really are just dunking on the white boy and I am living for it

Hooty had to get it from somewhere, I suppose

Nothing says mother-son bonding like shooting things at each other (see also: Separate Tides)

I'm sure the magic bouncing off the veins won't come into play later at all

Oh well, at least the echolocation looked cool

At this point Amity would kill Hunter for a Klondike bar

Wait why does Hooty need a chair

Willow with the galaxy brain ideas

"A bad but sad boy" Luz is a genius at succinctly summing people up

Kikimora continues to be unhinged. Ironically she's not wrong about Hunter.

Motherfucker stop acting like you know what that says

(Also, projecting much?)

Girlfriend counter: 3

Friendly reminder that Hunter is still an antagonist

Uh oh

UH OH

I know someone mentioned Willow having the brain cell, but honestly it seemed like Luz had it this whole time. And that's not good.

WHY IS FOOL'S BLOOD EVEN A THING

Aaaaand cue the getting screwed over

Further reminder that he's still an antagonist (Apparently there's a vocal segment who's Really Mad at him that seem to forget this fact)

You unhand Ghost right now!! And Amity too, I guess.

(I kid, she's literally my second favorite character)

For what she did to Raine it warms my heart to know Kiki has had zero peace of mind

Wait, the Abomatons are Transformers?! Okay, that's kind of awesome, actually. Alador might be a shit dad but he is a brilliant inventor.

Chucking kids off cliffs is a surpisingly common pastime in the Boiling Isles

Owlbert no!

Eda did spend literal decades fighting the Owl Beast within, so I guess she can't be blamed for not thinking to talk to it

Also hurry up guys I'm very concerned about Owlbert

Fuck yeah Harpy Milf!

Yay Ghost returns!

She's glad they're okay (I didn't need to take this, I just thought it was cute. Also this is surprisingly high quality considering I just took a photo of my TV screen)

Oh, so they do have video games in the Demon Realm. That or Luz introduced them.

Trailer shot!

Oh dear, we about to have a fight over the key

Wow, being so high ranking under Belos is really bad for mental health

Jesus Christ Belos what have you been putting in this poor kid's head?

Leave it to King to give radical recontextualizations

Amity, I'm glad you remembered/realized this about Luz, please don't let the sad white boy play you like that again

Also, I appreciate the gesture you're making, and it's a wonderful summary of your character development, but goddamnit he's gonna go for that key because he's STILL AN ANTAGONIST

"Being nice usually works for Luz!" A) Not always, and B) Amity I love you but Luz you are not. A valiant attempt nonetheless.

Ooh, cool fight scene!

Always lovely to see such superb animation

I was privately griping about not seeing Amity use magic for so long, and now I am fed

Don't think I didn't hear the glass breaking

Appreciate your ass from a hole in the ground, Golden Boy!

(jk I don't actually feel that strongly about him still. That kind of threat still isn't cool, though)

Oh so that's why it's the Common Mold!

It's kinda cute, actually. Or maybe it's just because it's Luz.

TIL Hooty is heat resistant

Apparently Owl Beast just wanted a snack

Girlfriend counter: 4

Also love how calling Amity her awesome girlfriend is literally the first thing Luz says to her upon returning.

Yesssss return the hug! You deserve it!

(I know there are higher quality versions of this screenshot, I just didn't feel like looking around)

King demands huggies, too! (And gets 'em)

Reminder that Amity is smart as hell. I knew that glass breaking indicated something!

So once again I've been had. I let the fandom trick me into thinking this episode would be way more intense. Guess that one screenshot was from the next episode.

Overall this was...fine. Some nice Lumity moments, Harpy Eda strutting her stuff, that gorgeously animated fight sequence; those were all lovely.

I do wish Willow and Gus had a bit more to do. And I'm still rather unenthusiastic about Hunter, to be honest. I've seen his type several times before, and the path they have for him is rather obvious. I may never share the fandom's love for him, and I guess I'll have to deal with that.

Anybody who says this was better than KKKOHD is a damn fool.

Mid season finale next week! I think Yesterday's Lie will finally bring the pain!

#the owl house #amity blight #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #toh hooty #willow park #gus porter #emperor belos #toh hunter #toh ghost #kikimora #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers

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Hello! idk whether requests r open, but hope they r. just feel like reading a random damian wayne x reader where reader is his best friend. Any horror will do. Thx!!

In the Darkness

Damian Wayne x BFF!reader

Warning: scary stuff, blood, horror

It was a dark stormy night in Gotham. That terrible temperature that hovered just above freezing until almost morning where it dipped just enough to make an awful icy morning commute. Normally you would be bracing yourself for your next morning trip to school. And forget about being warm, your apartment could barely keep up with being above freezing.

But this night you sat on plush velvet with a roaring fire in a gigantic stone fireplace at one of the Wayne’s penthouses in the city. The wall sized windows showed Gotham through streaming water. It almost looked peaceful.

Breaking you from your revery was a bowl of popcorn being plopped in your lap. You looked up to see Damian with a half grin before he sat down beside you. Titus sat down on his other side.

“We have that film you wanted to watch in theatre,” he said grabbing the remote.

“D, it’s still in theatres,” you said surprised. “How did you get it?”

“A, my father is Bruce Wayne. I could probably buy it. And B, I saved a certain theatre from being robbed and they owed me one and they lent me the film. You’re welcome,” he said, still looking at the screen. For Damian, that was practically the biggest compliment, that he thought about you.

“Thanks. Yeah, I usually just block out the fact that your dad is Bruce Wayne to be honest,” you said eating the popcorn.

“Be less honest,” he said with a gentle shoulder shove. “Let’s watch the film. I have to train tomorrow.”

It was a good movie. Scary with a bit of gore, though you weren’t prepared for Damian to tell you how blood patterns worked differently.

But with only 10 minutes left and the killer almost revealed, the power went out. You groaned and moved to grab your phone. Damian stiffened and looked around.

“Great, my phone is dead,” you said rolling your eyes. Damian quickly looked at his, dead too. At this point he was tense and Titus was on alert.

“Nothing should be out,” he said quietly.

“It’s a big storm, dude,” you said about to ask about flashlights.

“We have 2 main power supplies and 3 back ups. There should be no outage. And my phone was fully charged before the movie. There was a power pulse. This is a Wayne Enterprise owned building and we are in the penthouse. This could be an attack or coop,” he said standing. Titus stood by him and you couldn’t help but stand.

“There’s 2 ways to this floor. The main elevator and the service elevator that is in the guest bathroom,” Damian said. Knowing your location could save your life.

“You think someone is coming up here,” you said quietly. He nodded and moved over to the wall and grabbed a sword from a stand on the wall. You had thought it was decorative. Of course it was real. It was Damian’s.

“Here,” Damian said, reaching in his pocket to grab a large pocket knife. You blanched. “Worst case scenario only. You could hurt yourself before someone else because you aren’t trained. But if your cornered, this could save your life. Only open it if you really need it. Got it?”

“Yeah, D,” you said with frown. He stood a few feet in front of you and Titus was a safe distance away on alert. Your heart was pounding. You really regretted not taking Damian up on the offer to teach you some self defense. At the time the idea of bruises all over your body was the last thing you wanted.

The elevator dinged. It shouldn’t have. You needed a passcode and finger print to operate it. Not to mention, the power was supposed to be out. The door opened and a green mist wafted out and Damian stepped back to avoid it. Gotham villains loved toxins and he didn’t want to be under the power of fear toxin or pheromones or something. Titus got a dose and began barking wildly.

Damian pushed you back with his arm not holding the sword. “Try not to breath it,” he said as the mist filled the apartment. He could make out the shape of a person but couldn’t identify them. Within a minute, Damian realized that they were just some poor victim of whoever set up the toxin. They were screaming silently while their eyes darted around the room. Great, it was probably fear toxin.

Damian pushed a panic button he kept in his jacket pocket at pretty much all times. Hopefully the energy pulse didn’t affect the button. You shoved your shirt over your nose but it was futile. Damian stood in front of you looking around wildly. His eyes were dilated and his breathing was rough.

“Don’t move. It’s all fake! Don’t fall for it. It’s all fake!” He yelled and swung his sword away from you at nothing. Your vision blurred.

Damian and Titus fought some invisible monster in front of you. You turned to see the windows melting. You gasped loudly as the glass slid down like wet gelatin. The floor grew heavy. You weren’t even facing the same direction as Damian any more. You heart thumped painfully in a hard slow rhythm.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You heard screaming laughter. Was the fucking Joker here?? You looked around to see no one.

“It’s in your head,” Damian yelled. He was still fighting an invisible foe. “It’s fake!”

The wall began to cave in. You could feel your body slide slowly towards the gaping window. You grasped at the couch but it too began to slide towards the edge of the wall. You were 50 floors up. There was no way to survive it. You shrieked and grabbed at the slick tile floor. The cold marble bit at your hands.

You could see your blood stick to the floor before defying gravity and floating to the ceiling. It pulsed with your heartbeat. You could hear the laughter in your head. It was so loud. You grasped at your skull. Your bloodied fingers left little streaks of blood all over your face.

Damian was calling you but he was the most dangerous one in the room. He was wildly swinging a sword and he and Titus were furiously fighting a battle. Was he fighting a past foe? The man in the elevator picked the wrong moment to move because Damian came closer and closer to him.

You watched as Damian killed him. His sword sliced the man’s arm first and he barred his teeth before growling at Damian. His eyes were wild and movement was more like an animal over human. Damian slashed him, this time in the abdomen. Dark red blood pooled from the wound and the man bellowed in pain. You cried and rocked. The world was collapsing.

The man was like a wounded beast and he tried to gnarl and slash his hands at Damian. Damian jabbed quickly, almost faster than you could see, and the man breathed his last breath as Damian’s sword pierced his heart. Blood pooled out almost lazily post death. The man’s eyes froze wide and terrible. You cried freely. Damian didn’t stop. He clearly was fighting another foe in his mind.

You balance turned on you and you almost threw up as you gripped the floor. “Stop! Stop!” You yelled as Damian and Titus both continued their battle with nothing.

The floor was turning again. This time, it became sticky as the ceiling melted down towards you. Little bits of melted plaster burned the floor. You rolled away as a large chunk hit the ground. The laughter sounded again and you saw a flash of white face pulled tight in a chaotic laugh.

The second elevator sounded and you scampered away and to behind the couch. Your fingers were white as they gripped the fabric to keep from falling out of the window. Monsters, beasts, men in black suits hurried towards you. Damian screamed and slashed at the air between him and the attacker.

“Don’t touch her! Don’t fucking touch her,” he bellowed. But it was too late. A monster in red grabbed you. You screamed and fought, landing a hit to their chest and a bite to their hand.

“She fucking bit me! Goddamn,” the big man groaned. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you bucked but it was useless. He had you and you couldn’t escape. A man in black and blue shot Damian with a taser. This was how you were going to die, in a melting building with men as monsters grabbing you. How could you possibly fight them when they took Damian down? He’s the son of Batman.

A monster with a shifting face, once a man and another a beast, came towards you with a syringe. His mouth gaped and swallowed blackness. “No! No,” you moaned. Your throat was raw from screaming. He quickly jabbed you in the neck. Before you passed out, you saw the screaming laughing face of the Joker.

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12 hours later you woke up. You sat up quickly only to see Damian’s bedroom in the manor. Your head spun for a moment before stopping. His crisp white sheets and blue blanket and red ornamental rug laid on wooden floor. You were alone. You felt a small bandage on your neck and your fingers had small scabs along the nail lines on both hands. One of your fingernails was cut jagged to the quick. You grimaced as you touched the injured skin.

The walk from his bed into the hallway showed you two things: the floor was really cold and that you were wearing Damian’s clothing. A simple grey sweatpants rolled up and black Superman shirt was not enough in the chilly manor. You opened the door to an empty hallway. The floor had a thick soft rug that covered the sounds of your feet. You heard the sound of voices from the library at the end of the hall.

“I almost killed her,” you heard Damian say. His voice sounded pained and raw.

“It was the fear toxin. You didn’t do anything,” said one of his brothers. You couldn’t tell who yet but probably the oldest.

“I almost eviserated her, Grayson,” Damian said flatly. “The fear toxin made her cry in the corner and I almost cut her in 2.”

“She managed to bite me,” said another deeper voice.

“You left yourself open to be attacked,” said a third voice.

“Enough. She’s awake,” said a final voice that you definitely recognized as Damian’s father. “Come in.”

Damian sat on the edge of a wooden desk. Bruce sat in the desk chair behind the desk. Dick sat on a chair in the corner. Jason stood by Dick’s chair and Tim paced by a bookshelf. The other bat kids must have been out working.

“Hey,” Damian said searching your face and body for injury. He almost looked... vulnerable. His eyes stared at the bandage on your neck.

“Hi,” you said and your voice felt raw and painful. You rubbed your throat.

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked. Damian quickly got you a chair. You sat down slowly. Your head still throbbed.

“Okay I guess. What happened?” You asked.

“Someone got ahold of a new street drug that uses a certain variety of fear toxin that is fast acting but short term and they atomized it and released it into the tower. They did it through a vent from the top down so you both got the largest dose. Luckily the security guard on the bottom floor only had some anxiety and a racing heartbeat and was able to recognize the situation. Damian’s tracker was activated and we got you both out as fast as we could,” Tim said.

You rubbed your temple. That didn’t sound right. What about the elevator? The man?

“Does your head hurt? We can get you something for that,” Damian said.

“I’m okay. Thanks. How long was I out?” You said trying to put things together.

“12 hours, give or take. You should probably get back in bed until tomorrow. Your mind and body need a break,” Bruce said. You nodded. Your head did hurt and you were tired but you couldn’t relax. There was just something off about everything. Maybe a side effect of the toxin. Damian offered to walk you back into your room.

“I’ll give you some medication to help with your headache. It might make you sleepy, okay?” He said pulling a syringe from a drawer in the room.

“Okay, I guess. My head does hurt,” you said climbing back in bed. Damian smiled and injected your arm.

His face. He smiled widely. Wider than he ever had before. Wide enough to have a gaping blackness. You went to scream but you were too tired. You tried to grab him to find you were tied in place. The manor’s neat clean walls faded to dirty dingy peeling mess and you could smell must and mildew. Your vision blurred.

The sound of a screaming laugh from a pulled back face was the only thing you could hear.

Let me know what you guys think 😀

It’s a part 1 of 2. The second part might be out Friday or next Friday depending on my schedule.

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maxwell-grant · 3 years

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Charlie Chan. Who is fascinating, because he was created explictly to be an anti-Yellow Peril character. Unlike most Chinese characters of the time, he's both intelligent, physically capable, and unambiguously heroic. In the novels, he's simultaneously proud of being Chinese AND proud of being an American citizen. He gives orders and instructions to white people, and the narrative treats this as perfectly normal and acceptable. There's a bit in the first book, when an attempt to trap the..(1/2)

(cont'd)There's a bit in the first book where an attempt to trap the protagonist fails, because a message supposedly from Charlie clearly isn't because Charlie's English isn't broken, it's like poetry. Etc. The movies made him more stereotypical, & played by white actors in yellowface, but still, he's a heroic Chinese man, who is as capable and patriotic as any white man. Nowadays, he's thought of as racist caricature. Which he is, but still, it makes one think.

I'm not nearly as acquainted with Charlie Chan as you are (and I definitely suspected he was less racist in the original books because that's nearly always the norm when it comes to pulp characters) but yeah, that "Which he is" is forever going to be the most unfortunate and saddest part of it all when it comes to Charlie Chan. For all the virtues that can be bestowed on Charlie Chan, for everything great that the character had going for him and inspired, the fact that the least offensive image of the character I could find to put here for illustration's sake is from the Hanna-Barbera cartoon kinda exemplifies the big elephant in the room when it comes to Charlie.

Charlie Chan is a great example of two things: One is the way progress is never a fixed quantity and often what was progressive and forward-thinking in it's time can become something outdated and backwards and downright offensive given enough time, and the 2nd is my constant stressing that this is all the more incentive to reclaim the pulps and either highlight or fix aspects of them, instead of dismissing every aspect of them based on the preconception that everything about it's history is unforgivably bigoted and must be handled with the nuance of a sledgehammer.

I stress time and time again the need to highlight and understand the prejudices that went into pulps, because either ignoring them or wielding them as a weapon to attack them does no favors to anyone. The pulps weren't exceptionally bigoted - look at literally any medium in it's time period and you'll find bigotry and prejudice and hatred - and they were exceptional in the number of POC heroes and heroines. Pulps were a medium of experimentation and cheap entertainment that gave way to much, much more varied kinds of protagonists than were permitted in films, serials, novels, comics and radio serials of the day. Imagine if no one was allowed to bring up and discuss superheroes without mentioning the Superman Slap-a-Jap posters or the Captain Marvel story so horrifingly racist it was recounted by an American ambassador after it deeply offended a friend's son and a major influence on the 1950s anti-comic trials. "Pulp fiction had deeply, unforgivingly racist depictions that deserve intense scrutiny and cannot be ignored" and "Pulp fiction was significantly ahead of every other medium at the time in regards to authors and editors striving to publish stories about heroic POCs, this cannot be dismissed and is something that needs to be perpetuated" are not exclusive facts. "A product of it's time" is not an excuse and never was, but it's a fact nevertheless.

Every time someone speaks favorably of Charlie Chan in any capacity, they have to start with a long preface of everything positive that the character had going for him. Yes, he's a deliberate subversion of the Yellow Peril, he's a heroic protagonist, he's plump and good-natured and humorous but far from a joke, he's friendly and pleasant and well-educated and wise, he's a good dad and family man and a terrifically sharp detective who's so good at his job he gets called to solve crimes all over the world, and none of these traits are apparent to people who have to google the character and repeteadly see a white man in awful make-up into every single image of the character, who watch the movies and cringe at the broken English. It's hardly relevant in the face of all the Asian-American critics who acknowledge the character's virtues but rightfully point out that this fortune-cookie spouting caricature, acting subservient to whites and whose virtues are based around his proximity to a white American ideal, doesn't represent them and they shouldn't pretend it does.

Which isn't to say that to like Charlie Chan is "wrong", a lot of East Asians love Charlie and the character's obviously got fans in Asian Americans. It's a complicated subject and I obviously cannot begin to vouch in a subject so heavily based around perceptions I cannot experience. And I deeply detest the idea of speaking for others on their particular experiences on this kind of matter, which is something Americans do a lot everytime they talk about representation in media.

So instead, I'm going to tackle this on a roundabout manner by going on an unrelated tangent to bring up an example of representation that isn't quite representative of what it's supposed to be, has a lot of issues that have been dissected by critics among the people it was supposed to represent, and none of that stopped the character from being popular and beloved and from being claimed anyway. And it's a Brazilian fighting game character, which means it's completely within my ballpark.

Yeah, obviously Blanka doesn't look like anyone who lives in Brazil (whatever resemblance he bears to redheaded jungle protectors of Brazilian folklore is purely accidental). Obviously neither Jimmy nor Blanka are Brazilian names or even exist in the Portuguese lexicon. Obviously there are issues in Street Fighter's approach to representation across the board, sure, and I'd actually say Laura is much worse than Blanka in that regard (again, my opinion, obviously not universal), but the fact remains that Blanka is and has always been pretty controversial. Obviously there's Brazilians who took offense to Blanka and they weren't wrong to do so, and I obviously do not speak for everyone here, that goes without saying.

Obviously the idea that Brazil's major representative in a global cast of characters, the first big name Brazilian character in videogames, is going to be a freakish jungle monster who roars and bites faces has problems, as is the fact that all the others get to be regular people representing fighting styles from their countries while Blanka doesn't. None of the Brazilian SF characters represent Capoeira, which is kinda shitty to be honest. And there's a whole stereotype of Brazil as a backwards land of beasts and savages that Blanka's creation played into. There's no shortage of ground to criticize Blanka's representation and Ono actually apologized in an interview once, but then he learned one teensy little thing:

Street Fighter is very popular on Brazil. Would you like to leave a message to the fans from there?

"Ono: Yes, I'm aware. At the time of Street Fighter II a lot of the arcade machines produced went there, so I knew we had lots of fans there. A message to Brazilians, well, I'd like to apologize. I know Blanka's a weird character and I don't want any Brazilian to feel uncomfortable with that.

When Blanka was conceived, we knew there were forests in Brazil, and so we thought he could look like that. I was actually kinda nervous knowing I'd meet Brazilian journalists. Still, this is the first Street Fighter in ten years, so we'd like all fans to play, including Brazilians, which are many.

Thanks. Well, but you should know that Brazilians love Blanka

"Ono: Ah, good! I was scared of getting beat up if I ever went to São Paulo! (laughs)"

(That's from a 2012 tv special called The Greatest Brazilian of All Time where over a million viewers voted to elect whoever they wanted, and Blanka was going to win. He was polling ahead of Aryton Senna and PELÉ, fucking Pelé, yes this happened. He wasn't even disqualified for being a cartoon character, it was an open poll, he was disqualified due to canon stating he had been born in Thailand, which I think may have been retconned since then. Again, A MILLION BRAZILLIANS voted for this contest, and Blanka was going to win.)

Blanka is great and sweet and lovable, he made the best out of the incredible shitty hands fate dealt him and became a cool and strong green man who shoots lightning and flies, a self-taught warrior who rides whales and planes to fighting tournaments, and he loves his mom and friends and kicks ass and after he's done he dances in joy and gives the kids of his village piggyback rides, and Brazil loves him. He doesn't represent any existing person or fighting style, he's rooted in a negative stereotype and incorrect assumptions, he's not even really Brazilian, and he's our boy and nobody can take him away from us.

No criticism of Blanka, no matter how in-depth or even right it is, is ever going to affect that, because regardless of what was wrong or misguided and offensive about him, we claimed him and loved him so throughly that Capcom kept playing up Brazilian representation in every subsequent game post Alpha, and because of Blanka's impact and reception in such a big game, Brazilian characters have become a staple of fighting games, and that's how we got much more diverse representatives in those games. Fighting games have more Brazilian representation than LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE on media not produced here. It started as BAD representation, with way less thought put into it than Charlie Chan, and it still mattered to a lot of Brazilians who reclaimed it and made it better than it was ever intended to be, and as a response to it, it gradually became better.

Progress is not a fixed quantity, it's an uphill battle, and it's not unwinnable. Everything's gotta start somewhere.

The Good Asian is a ongoing comic that I think does the best job I've seen yet of handling an Asian American detective protagonist, which is not really a high bar in the first place, and more to the point, The Good Asian illustrates the 2nd part: the reclaiming. The Good Asian deals a lot with the realities that a 1930s Asian-American detective would run into, the strained circumstances and relationships between said character and the world around him, because it's born from an author who took a look at Charlie Chan and Mr Moto and the like and recognized the potential in those stories that could not be fulfilled in it's time period by the people writing said stories.

The Good Asian pays little reverence to Charlie Chan, but it acknowledges that it cannot exist without Charlie Chan, and it reclaims the Charlie Chan premise at the hands of someone more adequately equipped to tell a gripping story that goes places none of Charlie's contemporaries would ever go. Regardless of how good or bad of representation Charlie Chan was, Charlie Chan mattered and was beloved and inspired a better example for others to improve on or rebel against.

I desperately wish that I could google Charlie Chan without having to look at a guy in yellowface, and the ONLY way that's going to happen is if the character ever gets meaningfully brought back and reclaimed for good by people who can meaningfully tackle the character and present him as he should have always been presented.

And then, I imagine it would be a lot easier to show people on how swell Charlie really is. A true, positive role model and hero, who no longer has to look like a gross cartoon to be able to exist at all. Who can finally be what he was always meant to be, and always was deep down.

#replies tag #pulp heroes #pulp fiction #charlie chan #detective fiction #the good asian #street fighter #blanka

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Animal crackers part 2!! @errorfreak88 @digitl-art-monstr

Content warning!! Blood, childhood trama, physical injury

Donatello didn't move from the spot where Raphael had left him, staring off into the tunnel with nothing but the occasional pacing to keep him occupied. Raphael had been gone for hours— that was several hours too long, and it wasn’t like Raphael to miss lunch. Splinter had woken up almost thirty minutes ago to start preparing it. Donatello wondered how long it would take before Splinter noticed that Raphael wasn’t there at his side trying to taste everything and gobble up his share before it was even completely prepared. Splinter only ever got four hours of sleep a day—five if he was lucky—so maybe he wouldn’t notice the absence. Maybe not unless someone brought it up…?

Donatello made up his mind. He joined his father in the kitchen and, before his mind could try and force him to chicken out, he called to his father.

“Yes Purple? Splinter yawned, glancing back at Donatello with the heavy eyes he often had.

“I have something to tell you…”

Even in his deprived state, Splinter could tell something was wrong. He left the food he was preparing on the counter and hurried to kneel beside Donatello. He cupped the four year old's head in his hands to have Donatello look up at him.

“Whatever is the matter, Purple?”

Donatello’s eyes swam with tears, and he finally broke down crying, charging forward to hug Splinter in attempts to gain forgiveness while he explained himself. He quickly told Splinter everything that happened, from Raphael leaving to Raphael knocking him down to how long Raphael had been gone. He tried his best to explain that he tried to stop Raphael and he thought Raphael would come back on his own.

Splinter, despite the anxious knot twisting around in his stomach, only hugged Donatello and gave soft, shushing noises. He pet his paw carefully across the leathery shell and nosed his whiskers against Donatello’s cheek.

“It is alright Donatello…” He soothed. He planted a kiss on the large forehead. “We will just have to push lunch back a little later while I go to find your brother, that’s all. Can you be a big boy and watch the kitchen to make sure Blue and Orange don’t try to sneak a snack?”

Donatello sniffled and wiped his eyes, sitting up a little straighter as he tried to be strong like his dad. “Yes sir!”

“There’s my strong, brave softshell.” Splinter pinched Donatello’s cheeks before heading off.

***

Raphael was scared. At first, he had thought that the human was letting free when he had been dragged out of the net by the base of his tail. In actuality, it had only been to be tossed into another cage, this one smaller and metal and cold. The bars that worked as the floor hurt his feet immensely and, no matter how he shifted his weight, it would hurt all the same.

“I wanna go home…” Raphael whimpered. “Please let me out. My feet hurt…”

“Oh, don’t worry. You'll go home soon enough.” The human said.

Raphael watched the human wash and sharpened something shiny and silver— something metal. He didn't know what to call it, but he didn't want it anywhere near him…

“Why can’t I go home now?” He held his stomach and whined. “It’s almost lunch time. I hungry…”

“Hungry for what?” The man snarled, spinning quickly to face Raphael, holding the metal tool just inches from Raphael’s mouth. “Human?”

“What?” Raphael squeaked and wiped his eyes, “I don’t eat human. I eat peaches. And animal crackers…”

“Sure you do.” The doctor growled, “If there’s one of you, there’s bound to be more of you. Am I right?”

Raphael didn't answer.

“Your silence is deafening, young turtle. You say you eat ‘peaches’ but those fangs of yours say otherwise.”

Raphael brought a hand to his mouth and to his snag tooth. “Is my snaggle toothy. Daddy says its cute.”

“I suppose so. I need to have proof of your existence, but I don’t wanna kill you just yet.”

“What’s kill…?” Raphael asked softly. He flinched and covered his eyes as a bright camera flash blinded him.

“It means you go to a forever sleep like the animal you are. But a live specimen would be worth a lot more to me.”

The human swung the door open. Raphael tried to run, but he was snagged by the leg and lifted painfully and carried over to the table struggling and kicking.

“No! No no no!” He grabbed a chair, but only managed to yank it down as he was still pulled along. “No kill, no kill!”

“Didn't you just hear me? I said I wasn’t— gonna—kill you!”

Raphael was shoved onto a table, still struggling, and was strapped down with a leather restraint around his chest and legs. He reached down and tried to bite the strap, only for the human to grab him by the throat and force his head down.

“They called me crazy, but I knew there was a cryptid hiding in this sewer. I knew of the rat, but not of you. They’ll see, they’ll all see! But I, of course, have to make sure you’re no longer a threat before I show you off. And we can start…”

He forced Raphael’s mouth open and jammed the metal tool inside, locking onto Raphael’s snaggle tooth.

“With that tooth of yours.”

***

Splinter was tracking Raphael by his scent when he heard a scream. A scream far too deep to belong to his son, but a scream that concerned him nonetheless. It wasn’t one of fear-/ it was one of pain. Deep, agonizing pain that Splinter knew all too well.

“Red!” Splinter dropped to all fours to race after the sound, skidding unsteadily into what looked like a makeshift office, with chairs and a desk and tools that made Splinter flashback to his time with Baron Draxum. For a moment, his eyes glossed over, and he was lost in his own memory. Then the yells brought him back to reality and he searched up until he found a man he recognized all too well, and attached at the hunter’s hand was Raphael.

The snapper looked almost terrifying— if Splinter didn't recognize the creature as his own son, he would have been petrified beyond all sense. Raphael’s eyes were glossed over white, a look that Splinter had seen on his sons many times before, but never had it seemed so intimidating. Even though Raphael was taller than Splinter, the turtle wasn’t very large, especially compared to the above-average sized hunter, but at that moment Raphael seemed the biggest in the room.

Raphael’s mouth had locked around the doctor’s wrist and hung on, even as he was struck repeatedly on the head with every blunt object within the doctor's reach. Each hit only seemed to make him angrier, making him thrash his head even harder and dig his teeth even deeper. Blood was seeping out— so much blood. Splinter could never get over just how much blood was in a human body, even after witnessing his own blood pooling out of him time and time again. The blood stained Raphael red and flooded both into his mouth and onto the floor in a puddle that pooled around Splinter and the hunter’s feet, but Raphael held strong.

Splinter gave a furious cry as he launched himself at the hunter, striking his claws against the man’s face and aiming for the eyes, though he just barely missed. The hunter stumbled, trying to strike Splinter with the same hand that Raphael was locked onto, but only succeeded in falling into his cart. His own equipment rained down on him, scalpels and needles piercing into him and other tools crashing down around him. Raphael let go when a hammer hit his head, giving a furious yowl that was almost gator-like as he pulled back to Splinter’s side.

Splinter couldn’t move when he saw the state of Raphael. The turtle was painted red, his mouth hanging open and spilling fresh blood, but from where Splinter couldn’t tell. Not until he saw the absence of the snag tooth and the hole that was left in its place as it had been forcefully extracted. Raphael gave another yell and tried to lunge at the human, but Splinter caught him around the shell and held him firm. Raphael made no attempt to attack his father but made every attempt to try to escape and return to his brutal mauling.

Splinter whipped his tail hard against the hunter's head, stopping the screaming and making the human slump to the floor unconscious. Splinter fell to his knees, cradling his son against his chest and stomach while wrapping his arms tight around the snapper to hold him still. Raphael thrashed and squirmed like a furious beast trying to get free, but Splinter stayed still. He held Raphael there for thirty minutes on his count before the fighting stopped and Raphael went limp in his father's arms, anger turning to pain and fear as his growling turned to tears. He wrapped his arms around Splinter’s to cry into the rat’s fur.

“It is alright…” Splinter closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at son nor the state of the hunter. He wasn’t so sure he could hear the hunter breathing anymore but he tried not to think of it. “I’m here…”

“You weren’t…” Raphael’s voice was slurred with the extraction of his snag tooth, his eyes still white.

“I’m here, my son, I’m…”

Raphael gave a final, curdling cry down the tunnels before he was still, his head hanging. “Raph… alone…”

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