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wondereads · 1 year

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Personal Review (03/26/23)

Blood Debts by Terry J. Benton-Walker

Summary

In a version of New Orleans where magic is as common as cellphones, Clement and Cristina, twins, try to unravel an old conspiracy to protect their family. Clement has always admired generational magic, but his own attempts to practice it always seem to fall short. Compared to his sister, Cristina, who excels, he seems completely inept, but Cristina has stopped practicing magic due to a spell gone wrong that she's told no one about. When the twins discover a hex doll in their sick mother's bed, they are pulled into a mystery that spans generations and could change New Orleans for good.

TW: racism, homophobia (light), child abuse, blood, institutionalization, lynching

(Sorry I’ve been gone so long! You’ve no idea how busy I’ve been!)

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This was a great combination between magical realism and mystery, bringing in healthy elements of each. The magic played a real and necessary role in the story, but it never overshadowed how important unraveling the mystery was. It was also a little unique in that the question wasn't who but how and why. Clement and Cristina know from the get-go who committed the murder, they just need to prove it to the public.

I also really like the magic of this story. It felt just more down-to-earth than the sweeping, dramatic spells that typically come with fantasy. There's a lot of detail about how certain spells work and how components contribute to that, and it feels like the author is familiar with the practice, or at least did a lot of research. The take on gods and their interactions with humans is also quite refreshing. The gods are involved in human life in a way I don't often seen in fantasy, with them appearing in bars and on people's doorsteps. Still, they don't lose the power and otherworldliness that would typically be associated with a deity.

One thing that I found difficult about this book was a general lack of urgency. While there are many great scenes with good tension, the moments were Clem and Cris are just researching or talking or anything, the momentum stalls. This is mostly because while this is a very important thing to the twins, there is ultimately no time limit. They aren't trying to get ready for an event or beat the clock on a spell or anything like that. As such, the tension, which is quite good in individual scenes, is lost in the in-between moments.

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Cristina and Clement are twins and share most of the narration, but they're pretty distinct in terms of personality. They have different ideologies concerning a lot of things, such as magic and morality, which generates a lot of conflict. Cristina was my personal favorite, just because I found her guilt and flexible morality quite interesting, and her arc felt complete. Not that I didn't like Clem, I just prefer my protagonists willing to commit murder, though he seems on his way by the end of the book. The way this book deals with grief is quite good, and Clem bears the brunt of it.

My favorite side character was probably Valentina. Don't get me wrong, I despised her, but I found her to be a great character with a lot of insight into the other side of things. I'm really interested to see how she develops in the next book considering what she's going through at the moment. Jean-Louise, who gets one chapter from his perspective, is incredibly complex, but it doesn't seem like we'll be getting more of him, which sucks. The other perspective side character, Zachary, can rot in hell, I don't want to see anything about him.

While I appreciated how complicated things were in Cris and Clem's family, I feel like it isn't addressed enough. Their mother and aunts have been estranged for quite a while, and while this is only the first book, Mama and Aunt Ursula have a reconciliation that seems rushed. I also feel like the only aunt I really know is Ursula—the rest are barely there.

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The writing itself didn't particularly stand out to me. There was nothing bad about it, but nothing took my breath away either. I think there's a good balance between the more archaic, flowery writing associated with magic and fantasy and the modern, casual speech of today. There are very few pop culture references, and they are kept vague enough that it won't date the material. I think the pacing was good; other than those stalls I mentioned earlier, the build is steady and feels like a natural progression.

My major gripe is probably the style of narration, in that it has little variation. While Cris and Clem are very distinct in terms of personality, their narration is very similar. I often found myself flipping back to the chapter title to check who was speaking or checking which twin was actually getting called by their name since it was in first person. My final issue is with the texting. There is no indication as to who is sending which text, and sometimes people were double- or triple-texting, and I basically had to make educated guesses as to who was speaking.

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This book isn't as focused on modern issues as other contemporary stories are, but it by no means ignores it. Cris and Clem are Black, which affects their day-to-day lives significantly, and the backdrop of the story is filled with 'Redeemers', those who advocate for regulating magic. Gen (generational) magic is specifically a Black practice, born from necessity during American slavery. White people have their own magic, light and shadow magic, but the desire of certain white characters to be involved in gen magic plays a huge role in the story, especially how gen magic is targeted more than light or shadow.

My one issue is that I can't really pinpoint how the author wants us to feel about the Redeemers. It is an obvious issue that their efforts are the result of a long-ago murder of a white woman (that ended in a lynching) and inordinately targets gen magic. However, direct comparisons are drawn between it and gun control, which makes me inclined to support at least some restrictions, especially considering how magic is utilized for truly horrible means in this book. The characters never outright say how they feel about the Redeemers, but it seems to be mostly negative, which I am hesitant to side with.

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I think this is a good book. The plot is interesting with a unique take on magical realism, the main characters are complex, and it addresses some important issues with magic as a stand-in for all kinds of cultural practices. I have my issues, mostly with the lack of urgency, narration, and unclear message, but they are by no means dealbreakers. The cliffhanger is attention-grabbing, definitely enough to get a reader to want to read the next book, and I just love Cristina so much. This book comes out on April 4th, so be sure to give it a shot!

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for a digital advanced reader copy in exchange for a fair and honest review.

The Author

Terry J. Benton-Walker: American, also wrote Alex Wise vs the End of the World and The White Guy Dies First

The Reviewer

My name is Wonderose; I try to post a review every week, and I do themed recommendations every once in a while. I take suggestions! Check out my about me post for more!

#books #reviews #blood debts #terry j benton-walker #fantasy #ya #magical realism #black mc #black author #lgbt mc #lgbt author #twins #voodoo #cultural practices #new orleans

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pnuk-r0ck · 1 year

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Toxic and VooDoo have sleepovers basically whenever they can but it’s hard, since they can’t go to the Ultra V’s nest because Toxic’s scared of Val and they can��t go to Toxic’s camper because VooDoo hates leaving the twins, so it’s either cause Toxic to have a breakdown or bring the twins to Toxic’s already cramped camper.

#Toxic and VooDoo infodumping #Can y’all guess what they’re doing at these sleepovers #NOT GAY SEGGS #Because the twins are usually there #Victor Speaks

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zenithell · 2 years

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A practice piece to test out human anatomy that I ended up liking so much, it's a full piece now. Not sure what was said or why but, Voodoo is confused and Hannah is acting like it's normal. Two fun extras: https://sta.sh/2uz8pep5msp - - - Alternate text: This image features two humans standing next to eachother. A man in a plague doctor mask and suit is at the left of the image, facing towards the right, eyeing a female with concern. He has on a fedora-type hat. The female, who has long, dark hair and a black button up on, is raising an eyebrow and has a cup of coffee up to her corpse-paint face. The background is some wood paneling with a single open window that has a red and black sky in it.

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#voodoo #hannah #personas #fun #banner #practice #test #twin peaks #digital 2d

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shygirl4991 · 3 months

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Coffee Prince and The Frog Prologue

A Collab with @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa

Art for this chapter cover included done by @alianarepasa Next Chapter Kid SMG3 and Family Reference by alianarepasa SMG4 and SMG3 Outfit Reference by Lizaluvsthis Summary: SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on a journey that will change their lives forever.

Tags: slow burn, inspired by Disney princess and the frog, love confessions, falling in love, animal transformation, adopted family relationship, fluff, angst, voodoo

In a mansion deep in the mushroom kingdom lives the Fungo family, a small rich family where twin boys lived with their father Bootleg and mother lady Rosea. A knock was heard echoing through the mansion late in the night. One of the servants runs to the door and opens it only to see a basket with a baby inside, she runs to grab the lord of the house. He steps outside and picks up the child confused, seeing the note tape to the blanket he reads it “SMG3? What a strange name for a child,” the baby's eyes open catching the man's attention. When his eyes met with the child's ruby red eyes it was over, he walked inside screaming to his wife “HONEY WE HAVE A NEW SON!” “WE WHAT!?” she yells back startled by the sudden news.

Nine years passed since then, the castle was shrouded in darkness as the lord of the house mourned the loss of his wife. He looked at the family photo and knew he had to be strong for his sons, the struggle was the youngest. Over time the twins Mario and Luigi started to act more like themselves, but that young boy he took in was becoming trouble. He walks around the house and notices black paint staining the floor, he sighs following it and catches the child painting his crown. “Three, what are you doing?” the child freezes as he slowly turns and gives him a smirk as he flashes his golden crown now with a skull on it “I was fixing my crown, gold is so lame but now look how awesome it looks!” He squints at his son before letting out a sigh “Three that crown just wont work, we come from an important family you can't just walk around with a skull on your crown!” SMG3 pouts cleaning up the extra paint on the crown then stares at the skull on it. After a few moments of thinking he placed it on his head “Then maybe i want to do my own thing! Mom always told me being different isn't bad.” Three gives his father a smile only to lose it when Bootleg snatches the crown from his head “I will get this cleaned, now get ready it's almost story time you know your brother hates to miss it.”

He watches his father walk away and sighs as he drags himself to Luigi’s room, seeing his younger brother Luigi pull Three in for a hug causing the younger sibling to panic and struggle to break free from the sudden affection. Luigi let's go giving a bright smile to him “Why so down?” “Dad didn't like my idea of adding a cool design to our crowns, what's wrong with wanting a skull on my crown! Ugh now he is going to read us gross love stories.” he groans sitting on the floor. He never cared for fairy tales; he rather sat down and read scary stories then listened to how some chick gave up her life for a dude she fell for to be happy with someone else. Luigi frowns “But love stories are amazing Three, the idea of going on some grand adventure with someone and falling for them how does that sound gross?” SMG3 lays on the floor staring at the green curtains thinking on how to explain to his brother.

“If I learn anything from these stories dad read us, romance is all flowers and sunshine you have to sacrifice everything for some random person cause oh no my heart skips a beat! Maybe go get checked by a doctor if your heart is doing that idiot!” Once he was done explaining he closed his eyes waiting for a reaction. His brother sighs sitting next to him “I think finding that certain someone is amazing, someone that just understands you where no one else can.”

It took Three everything in him to not make a sarcastic remark, he opened his eyes and stared at the door. His father was taking too long meaning that Mario found the stash of pasta in the mansion again, his older brother was never the same after eating spaghetti in that party they went to last week. All he ever talks about is how he wants more spaghetti then throws a tantrum if he doesn't get any, if anything would be a fun fairytale to read it be the love story with his brother and the food.

The door swings open revealing their father with Mario tied up behind him “Story time kids!” Mario shakes his head trying to worm himself away “NO THAT'S GAY!” their father sighs, picking up the child “Mario don't say things like that around Three!” “Too late my mind has been filled with so much i dont think Mario’s high IQ talk can save me,” he chuckles earning a glare from his father.

He drops Mario next to his siblings as he takes out a book “Today’s story is princess and the frog,” hearing the title Three gets up excited, he remembers how his mother used to read him the story before bed. He never did understand how throwing a frog to a wall helped break a curse but it worked so who was he to judge how magic works. His dad smiled at him, surprised to see the young one finally interested in a story, as he kept reading that excitement was draining from the child's face. Three was now laying on the floor asking for someone to take him away from the cringe, Luigi was in love with the story, and Mario was trying to eat the rope to break free.

“The ugly little frog looked up with sad, round eyes and pleaded ‘oh please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!’ the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature and kissed him!” He smiles at the kids to see their reaction. Luigi giggled at the sweet story while SMG3 sat there eyes wide at his father, Mario gave up on escaping and fell asleep during the story.

Luigi got up and hugged his dad. “That was an amazing story, I hope I meet my frog prince.” SMG3 shakes his head running up to his older brother “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! KISSING A FROG WHAT IF YOU GET WARTS!" Three stare’s with disgust. Luigi shakes his head "Frogs don't give warts three," he turns to his brother "DOES SHE KNOW THAT?"

Luigi giggles at his brother's panic and pulls him into a hug “When it comes to love why not take that risk! Maybe you will get it when you meet your frog prince and or princess!” SMG3 blushes trying to escape the hug, the thought of kissing a frog grossed him out and had no idea why his brother wanted to curse him with a frog. Their father chuckles, “Hey the princess won at the end the frog became a handsome prince!”

Finally free from the hug Three glares at his father “Yeah cause man i just met that was a frog a second ago really yells marriage material!” Bootleg sighs slamming the book shut “When you hit your twenties i expect you to change that tone!” SMG3 pouts at his fathers stern tone before they all get told to go to bed. Mario cheers being set free and runs off full speed on the hunt, Bootleg sighs as he starts to chase after Mario. SMG3 waves goodbye at his brother before heading to his room, changing into his skull pj’s he hops into bed and smiles softly at his frog plush “Oh Terrance, when will dad get that these fairytales are so lame! You know…mom understood,” he hears a bark making him sit up and squeal “Come here!” a small egg shaped dog jumps into Three’s arms excitedly. He loves his brother’s but there is nothing more comforting than a cuddle session with Eggdog.

Slowly he falls asleep with Eggdog in his arms not hearing the door to his room open, Mario looks around and sneaks in, taking SMG3 plushie and running out of the room giggling. The door slams, waking Three up, he looks around the room with Eggdog and notices his plushie missing “What?” Mario was giggling as he thought of a perfect prank to do to his twin, since his brother was so into kissing frogs he was going to get his brother to kiss the frog plushie. The twist is he will have put hot sauce on the lips of the plushie, he keeps sneaking down the hallway till he hears barking. Turning around his eyes go wide seeing SMG3 charging down the hallway “HEY! LEAVE TERRANCE ALONE!” Mario takes a step back before running away from Three.

Three growls as he charges at his older brother “Give him back!” Eggdog catches up biting Mario’s pants, in one swift movement Three grabs the arm of the plushie. SMG3 glares at Mario “LET GO MARIO YOUR GONNA BREAK IT YOU IDIOT!” Then it happens, the arm starts to tear causing Three’s eyes to go wide. Before he has a chance to let go the arm of the frog plush arm rips off, SMG3 falls to his knees with the arm in his hands. His eyes start to water causing Mario to panic “Mario can fix it look!” He takes the arm from Three and tries to shove the arm back into the plush. His attempt to fix the plushie only broke it more, seeing this Three break into tears “I HATE YOU MARIO!”

Panicking he runs and grabs his twin “LUIGI! SMG3 IS CRYING HELP!” Luigi sees the broken plush and pulls three for a hug “It’s okay Three dad can buy you a new one.” Hearing this, Three pulled away and wiped his tears glaring at his older brother “I don't want a new one! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND WHY DO YOU ALL THINK BUYING STUFF FIXES EVERYTHING!” he grabs his broken plushie and runs off to his room crying.

He sits on his bed wiping his tears, there had to be a way to fix his buddy. He sniffs as he thinks to himself, he walks to a drawer and gets tape “It’s okay Terrance i will fix ya buddy, Eggdog guard the door and don't let those people in.” Bootleg runs out of his room to see two of his sons panicking in the hallway, he pinches the bridge of his nose before calming them down. “Okay you two why are you freaking out in the hallway..did Mario do the pasta prank again?” He looks at his two kids. They go silent and seem scared, slowly he turns looking at the black door down the hallway “What did you two do to Three?” The twins both start speaking at the same time explaining what happened to the plushie making the man sigh as he walks over to Three’s room.

He knocks on the door, Eggdog starts barking letting the child know someone was there annoyed he finishes taping the arm back on to his plushie. He then opens the door surprised to see his father “Heard about Terrance, you know son i have told you before that broken things are better off replaced but since this is Terrance i will get someone to fix him.” SMG3 looks up at his father with excitement “REALLY!?” Bootleg chuckles and pats his son's head “Yes, and I think you're old enough to finally pick your family hat, I'm thinking purple letter T?”

Three pouts “No..that's lame i'm not like Mario and Luigi, can i just finally pick something thats…me?” Bootleg wasnt a fan of that idea knowing what the child might pick. After some thought he nods, Three jumps in excitement and hugs his father.

The next day SMG3 dressed up making sure his vest was on right, they all stood together for a family portrait before heading out. Three was excited to pick out his hat, as far as he knows the families that have any kind of royal connections get a hat that they wear till the moment they get married and get a crown as a replacement. He didn't care so much about the crown, but the idea of having a hat made for him and no one can say anything about it excited him. That was till they arrived and all he was shown were classy hats that looked too fancy for his taste, he turned looking at his older brothers wearing their hats and frowns.

He sighs walking around the shop when he notices a halloween section, where his eyes meet with a purple cap with a skull on a black background on it. He picks it up and puts it on his head, he runs off to his father showing the hat “I found it! My forever hat!” His father frowns seeing the skull on it “You…sure?” He gave a bright smile to his father, unable to say no to the smile he walked up to the cashiers and bought the hat. Three hugs his dad “I love you dad!” Bootleg chuckles hugging his son back. What they didn't know was this year was the last year SMG3 and his father would be this close.

Twelve years later The alarm rings, a now twenty one year old SMG3 smacks it off and gets out of bed. He picks up his hair in a ponytail and washes his face, after brushing his teeth he puts on his casual wear, can never beat the classic overall look. He gives a quick smooch to Eggdog as he dashes into the kitchen to grab something fast to eat. Mario was already deep into his spaghetti while Luigi was waiting at the table to hand his brother his lunch for work. Three dashes into the kitchen and takes the lunch “Thanks, and Bootleg doesn't know where I'm working yet right? I need to warn my friends soon about him ugh.” Luigi giggles, giving Three a small pat. “He acts the way he does because you are so much like mom, he is worried you might get in trouble.”

SMG3 rolls his eyes “The only thing that asshole cares about is marrying us off, no thank you! Now work calls later losers!” He gives his brothers a peace sign before leaving the mansion, he shivers slightly feeling the wind. He didn't mind feeling the cold after all he got to pick what to wear, not his overbearing father, he starts his walk to work humming to himself his favorite song from the beetlejuice musical. He pauses when he sees a crowd of women cheering excitedly, turning his head he sees a fancy ship was arriving “Oh yeah, that idiot prince is coming over ugh great these fangirls are going to make me late!” he looks around and chuckles as he lights a small firework that was in his pocket and tossed it. The firework then lands on a fire hydrant exploding and breaking it causing the water to splash on the crowd, he laughs seeing everyone running from the water worried about their makeup. Some of the women notice him and glare “Of course you would do this Three, why do you always have to bother us!?”

SMG3 shrugs “I don't know Belle, why don't you start using waterproof eye liner like I do,” she flips him off in which he returns the favor as he runs off to work. As he arrives Bob smacks his back “ABOUT TIME THE BOSS HAS BEEN BITCHING ABOUT YOU.” Three frowns as he looks at the back room, slowly he approaches and sees no one there but a frog toy. He picks up the toy to hear Bob laughing behind him “GET PRANKED! HEARD A RUMOR YOU HAVE A THING FOR FROGS!” SMG3 turns and tosses the toy at Bob “Countdown from five cause I'm going to kick your ass!”

In a panic bob runs out of the room leaving Three alone, he sighs and sits on the couch “Thanks Luigi for telling people about our dad always reading that stupid story,” he takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it to reveal a drawing he did of a cafe “Remember why your doing this Three, we will own our dream cafe and no one can stop us. We will earn this, I will never accept his help.” His eyes drop to the frog toy in front of him and chuckles “And I don't need to kiss any frogs either!” with that he gets up and gets ready for work.

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #lizaluv #smg34 fanfiction #Coffee prince and the frog #alianarepasa #inspired by princess and the frog #mario smg4 #luigi smg4 #bootleg mario

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Okay but imagine if Vox did make a slip up one day when shit talking Alastor on TV and started bringing up the kids, especially the youngest and her voodoo doll? Like the twins are pissed but know Vox is just a cunt and they’ll fuck with him later as payback. But if he made little fawn cry?

I think it would be a race for who would try to kill the TV man First: their parents, their overlord aunt and uncles, or the hotel gang and godfather Luci?

It's Zestial, Zestial gets him first

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eregyrn-falls · 1 year

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AND MORE GRAVITY FALLS MERCH!

This time! Pines Family plushies!

Text from the Instagram post:

THINK WE’VE DONE IT! We have finally made the twins into Voodoo dolls….a little creepy- i think not! These plush sets will be apart of our Possession Collection collaboration with @_alexhirsch_ ! They will be available to preorder this Sunday Jan.8th at 12PM PST! Each set will be $48 USD and will not be limited! And remember- they are 9inches tall and they have magnets in each of their hands so they can be together… forever…(i feel like im making this sound more creepy).

So, to be clear -- all are 9 inches tall.

Stan & Ford set = $48

Dipper & Mabel set = $48

*Not* limited editions.

Like the previous post about the Bill Cipher and Waddles iTA bags, this preorder will probably be open for 1 month.

Preorders will be at the Studiobadegg website, starting at 12:00pm PST on Sunday, January 8, 2023.

There is one more merch announcement to come tomorrow, Sat the 7th. I will make another post then! Come back to check out my Merch tag for an update.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #merch #studio bag egg #plushies

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ynbabe · 11 months

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Titans x Male reader

Dick: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Kory: Okay, but what is updog?

Rachel : Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Gar: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Jason: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

M/N: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Dick: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Gar: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Rachel : No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Kory: What’s a henway??

Dick: Oh, about five pounds.

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Dick: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Kory: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Rachel : Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Kory, learn to listen.

Gar: What if it bites itself and I die?

Jason: That’s voodoo.

M/N: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Kory: That’s correlation, not causation.

Gar: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Jason: That’s kinky.

Dick: Oh my God.

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Dick: I CAN'T DO IT!

Kory, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Dick: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Rachel, saw them walking in: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Dick:

Dick: I appreciate it,

Dick: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Gar, was the man in the chair: Dick-

Dick: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Gar: Dick we gotta-

Dick: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Dick: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Dick, motioning to M/N and Jason covered in blood, standing in his room’s doorway like the shinning twins: NOT FUCKING THIS

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*Jason is cooking*

M/N: Any chance that’s for me?

Jason: It’s for Gar. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Kory, preparing the med bay: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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M/N: I just ended a two year relationship.

Jason: Oh, fuck. You good?

M/N: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Gar and Rachel fighting from across the room*

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Jason: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Gar: They do.

M/N: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Jason: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Gar: You were flirting with M/N.

Jason: So what? He’s my boyfriend .

Gar: You asked him if he was single.

Jason:

Gar: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

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Jason: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

M/N: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal.

Gar: DICK!!! M/N AND JASON ARE BEING WEIRD AGAIN

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Gar, trying a new recipie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Jason, being a bastard: We got spring water

Gar: NO.

M/N, bastard^2 : with EXTRA minerals

Jason: it's like licking a stalagmite

Gar: DON'T COME HOME.

M/N: Mmmmm cave water

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Gar: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

M/N: Awwww, you're so adorable! Give me a hug~

Gar: Wh- What? NO, YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Jason, recording: This is so cute.

GUYS!! I just rewatched Titans after a yearrrr and I swear to god idk why Gar is so underrated. He has such a great character arc and he is absolutely HILARIOUS. also I just realised he became like all the male role models he had in his life, like when he used to live with the Doom Patrol, Larry and Cliff were the primary caretakers, they would make the food and give emotional support and then Dick, he was basically a dad to him and Rachel

#dc #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dick grayson #x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #garfield logan #beast boy #rachel roth #koriand'r #hbo titans #titans x reader

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transgenderer · 20 days

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The Cult of Twins

Twins (marassa), living and dead, are endowed with supernatural power which makes them exceptional being. In the voodoo pantheon they hold a privileged position besides the grand mysteres. Some people would even claim that they are more powerful than the loa. They are invoked and saluted at the beginning of a ceremony immediately after Lega; in some regions, notably Leoagne, they even come before him.

Any family which includes twins, either among its living members, or in one of its ancestral lines must, under pain of 'chastisement', serve them with offerings and sacrifice. Sometimes a family reeling under a series of misfortunes learns form a hungan (voodoo practitioner) that it has been neglecting twins far back in its ancestry 'at the time of Guinea'. A child counts as a twin when it is born with webbed feet, for this is a sign that it has 'eaten' its brother in the womb...

The child who follows twins immediately in order of birth (the dosu if itis a boy, dosa if it is a girl) unites in its person the power of both twins and there can dispose of greater powers than they. 'The dosu is stronger than the marassa and stronger than the loa.' Hence he is treated with the greatest respect and in the event of offerings being made, he as the precedence over the twins, On the other hand, the child born before twins = the chuket or dosu avant - has no great standing, though it is said of him that he 'dragged the twins after him'

The presence of twins in a family involves its members in constant attentions and thousand precautions. It takes very little to make a twin turn against his parents and, as is his wont, 'grip' them in the stomach - that is to say inflict serious trouble upon their intestines. It is true that twins are to prepared to be punished for some fault which they have really committed, but they take cruel revenge if they think they have been unjustly treated...

A worker employed at Marbial told us that he and his twin sister almost killed their mother for refusing them a dish of crabs and gomboes which their father, out of concern for their health, had advised her not to give them. The boy placed a stick in the moist earth beside a tree and each day he went and pushed it in a little farther. His mother fell dangerously ill and would have died if the twins, as the result of family entreaties, had not acknowledges the wrong they were doing. They were offered a feast and a pig was killed...

It is normal for twins to hate each other: 'Marassa yo raisab' (twins dont get on) is a proverbial saying. At marbial I knew a boy Andreno and a little girl Andreni, who were twins in a large and poor family. Each of them grew with difficulty for want of adequate food; but the little girl was bigger and stronger than he Brohter. The parents said she was 'eating' her brother and explained that the two children had dedicated themselves to mutual hatred before they even saw the light of day. The moment she war born Andreni had tries to strangle Andreno by looping the umbilical cord around his neck - to such good effect that as he came into the world Andreno found himself 'hanged like a young goat'. Usually when twins are of different sex it is the boy who prospers, at the expense of the girl.

Twins can hardly be too carefully supervised if they are to be precented from harming each other. As soon as one of them shows signs of failing, the other is implored to give up his criminal intention. At meals, when they are not looking, parents seize the opportunity of switching round their plates so that each ears the food of the other - which has the effect of restoring a good relationship.. They also get given a dose which has the power of changing the hated they feel for each other into affection. Such is the power of twins that no one will make take any steps against one twin who causes the death of the other; indeed, people will even take care not to show him the slightest resentment.

Twins must be treated exactly alike if jealousy is to be avoided. Their clothes must be identical, their share of food equal and any praise exactly divided between them. As to twin sisters, they must be married as far as possible at the same time. if a woman with a twin brother marries, she and her husband will load him with presents to obliterate any possible resentment he may secretly feel. Even death does not break the ties which links twins together. The survivor puts to one side, for the deceased, a symbolic portion of whatever he eats or receives by way of presents. Herakovitz traced these practices to that belief, so widespread in West Africa, which attributes but one shared soul to twins.

The power of marassa is not entirely negative. Certainly their ill-will i all the more to be dreaded for being sometimes involuntary. But provided they are happy and satisfied, they turn the strength which is in them to good account. Their intervention is often sought on behalf of the sick; in serious cases recourse may be had to ancestral marassa who, either by dreams or by medium, will prescribe appropriate remedies

-Voodoo, Metraux

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ive never heard of anything like this! i might read a book i found about twins. very interesting and strnage. this sort of "born shaman" feature is odd. the whole thing is odd, and interesting. also the parent/child power inversion is something i havent seen before

i know the igbo are veyr anti twin, so its interesting that partially-igbo-descended haitian culture is so pro-twin

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Part 8 of Ghosts and Mirages

Warning: STRONG mentions of blood/gore/violence. Kidnap, torture, use of knives, angst, prodding at old wounds, use of guns. Smut, seemingly domestic fluff, unprotected sex.

!Please Beware! This is currently ongoing. This part contains multiple chapters, with their own unique summaries, tags/warnings!

Summary: After a while of turmoil between you and your Lieutenant, things seemed to look up for the time being. Things felt good for a short moment, and everything else, all the troubles of the world, temporarily didn’t exist. However, the two of you still had jobs to do, a mission that neither of you could ever be prepared for.

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The familiarity.

Two bodies squeezed together in a small, twin sized bed, one barely fitting the length of the mattress before their legs nearly tilted off the edge. The scorching heat and comfort of his skin against yours, tangled limbs intertwined with each other under the sanctuary of one thin blanket.

The bed was way too small for the both of you together, pressed up against the far-right wall, leaving very limited room for comfortable movement. Even then, Simon let you sleep by the wall to spare you the possibility of falling off if you would’ve laid near the edge.

The broad man gave you as much room as possible, depending on how you physically appeared in your sleep. If you shivered, he’d hug you a little closer, taking in the warmth of you as the cold was driven away from your skin. If you appeared uncomfortable, he’d spare a few centimeters of space, the distance being all he could afford. He risked his comfort for the sake of yours, and besides, regardless of whichever base it was, the beds were never too comfortable anyway.

Any surface would be heaven for him with you by his side.

Christ, look at him.

A week. A week.

The both of you treated it like it was months, but that’s how it felt to him. A month, three months even. Five even, would be much better and more reasonable timely excuses for why he behaved and felt this way, but no.

It was just a single, fucking week, and each day was absolute torture.

It was interesting really, how much everything had changed the moment he chased you down the first time all those months ago, how naive the both of you had been, or more like how naive you had reduced him to in the best ways possible. He remembered your scar looking a lot pinker back then, more fresh, and now it was a faded reflection of your skin tone. The skin of your cheek appeared more relaxed, yet still constricted by the jagged lines and crooked, concave dots that lined your mark, puckered little blotches that were a cruel addition to the fire your long dead attackers had started.

That was the last time an enemy of any kind would touch you like that. To harm you in any sort of way. Simon wished he could promise something like that to you.

He wouldn't forget the scene of your rescue from the second he entered the room that very day, hunched over a dead corpse on the dirty ground, jabbing your knife into him repeatedly like he was nothing more than a well-worn voodoo doll, like he wasn’t even a man.

Despite your capture, even then you had tried desperately to prove yourself, to show your saviors that you weren’t some damsel in distress. You were a woman, an angry woman, one that was capable of taking down multiple men in a single fit of rage once you were given the chance.

It was a brave thing you’ve done, but it was a situation you shouldn’t have been in in the first place.

He never wanted to be away from you again. It was thought then and there.

He couldn’t promise that he’d keep you away from harm, but he’d try his damn hardest to try.

It was always interesting to see the contrast of a violent, blood shocked soldier to a sleeping woman in his arms, completely opposite sides of the same coin that was flipped quite often in this game of life.

Sometimes, sleeping never came easy to him, using this period of silence to take in your features in the darkness, occasionally brushing his fingers along your hair, trailing lightly along the curve of your face.

The shape of your nose, how it scrunched when you laughed or grew irritated over a gruesome topic or visual. The natural outline of your lips, the way you bit your bottom lip while lost in thought, your teeth abusing the tender flesh, or your nails picking at the skin, another anxious tick before your nail biting took over, leaving the skin flush like the kiss of pink on lily of the valleys.

His long stares had sometimes resulted in you meeting his gaze, watching you quickly avoid it long before the both of you had gotten… involved. Even after, when the both of you shared a bed together, he wondered if you also examined him this way.

Maybe you had woken up when he fell asleep and watched him for a while, taking in all his human features, memorizing each curve and puffy skin before it was painted over and sealed behind the mask.

A sudden jolt of your head cut him from his cord of thoughts, watching your eyes open wide, your lips parting to take in a large, quick breath of air as you broke through your barrier of dreams, returning to reality in quick haste.

“Oh fuck,” you exhaled, bringing your hand up to rub your eyes, taking in slow, deep breaths to calm yourself down. You called for his name, his response being to settle his hand over your shoulder, running his thumb along your skin.

“I’m here.” His hand settled over your chest, feeling your frantic heartbeat against his palm. Your hand reached to settle over his, clutching his fingers tight and secure.

“You alright?”

“Bad dream.” You muttered, trying to get used to the darkness. He kept quiet, obviously figuring as much.

He patiently waited, keeping focus on you as he wondered what had occurred in that head of yours to result in such sharp panic.

“It was just a dream.” Simon calmly stated, a seemingly shallow reply to your overloaded explanation.

“I know it was just a dream Simon, but it felt so real.” You retorted, brushing your hand across your face.

“It felt like we were there, and the room, all the fire and-“

He felt his jaw harden at your words. A fire?

He was in the dream with you?

A nightmare. A nightmare with crucial details, making him immediately assume the worst.

“Hey, easy,” Both hands run along your arms, sweeping around towards your back. Your tears splattered against his chest as you inevitably clung to him, taking a deep breath after another. Christ, one moment you were struggling to breathe, the next, you were shaking like a poor branch on a dead tree in the middle of a blizzard.

His head propped up over yours, continuously rubbing his hand in a light circle pattern between your shoulder blades. He was quiet, all while thinking of what he could say or do to help settle your troubled mind.

Water. Maybe you needed some water.

The moment he shifts to sit up, he feels your hand tighten along his forearms.

“No, Simon don’t-“

Don’t leave me. A sentence you can’t get yourself to finish. Your plea almost made his cold, cold heart ache.

So, he doesn't, laying back down in bed to console you the very few ways he knew how, by holding you.

It was interesting. He was finally here to hold you, to settle you down like he wanted to, only to feel concerned that he wasn’t doing it properly.

The tension in every muscle in your lips as you worked hard to refrain from it quivering. You hated when it did that, you hated it as much as then your nose closed up, making you sound like you were ill, but it made all the difference when you just wanted it to stop.

You hated this. You hated how many times you’ve cried. You despised the ache in your chest, the putrid burn in the back of your nose, the choking weight in the back of your throat.

You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help it, and you hated it.

Does that make you crazy?

He didn’t see it as crazy.

He knew as a well-known fact that people hide their sadness differently. They become the loudest jesters, the quietest composers, engage in various actions until they’re physically sore, or indulge in substances not meant for the human body. Oftentimes he’s been tempted to indulge, but instead he willingly placed himself as the willing victim of grief, of his sorrows.

You were different, you dealt with your sadness and grief differently, that was what he liked about you, as much as it concerned him to do so.

Compared to how you behaved when he first met you, to the real you he clutched in his arms, the difference was extraordinary.

You were the beautiful composer of death from a distance, prized for making artwork without ever laying a single hand on the paper, your final finish being quick, explosive, and instant.

People admired what you did, and praised you for it all your life if they could for the amount of smiles blooming from your success, he wondered if you wondered if these people were truly happy with you because it was genuine, or because you just made them happy via doing your job?

You didn’t deserve that. He figured you to grow tired of smiling at some point. It’s always those who try their hardest to make everyone else happy that hurts them the most, their self-sacrifice being their own happiness.

People may ask if you’re alright and such, but when was the last time someone checked up on you? The real you, not hidden by all those smiles?

This mask making wasn’t a recent occurrence. You’ve been doing it all your life, ever since the moment you discovered that you had absolutely no idea who this woman you were growing to be truly was.

Just because they can’t see your face, doesn't mean they shouldn’t treat you any less than human. A lesson you had taught him long ago.

“You're certain it wasn’t just me? You’ve called me a walkin’ furnace once.” His calm voice breached through your mind to get your attention. You needed a distraction, anything other than that unknown horrid description you scarcely admitted to him.

“Hm, you’re more like a bonfire.” You replied slowly followed by a sniffle; your voice slightly muffled from your hidden face against his shoulder.

A bonfire. A bright, controlled flame, composed of the remnants of his past, the remains of petrified wood, shrapnel and bones that never stopped burning.

Take a piece of the flame home with you, let it go in your fireplace and feed it regularly. Sit by it, let it keep you warm. Speak to it, let the flame hear your deepest, darkest secrets while it does something alongside what it’s best known for; Let it listen.

You were special to him, like a fine porcelain doll with delicate sculpted eyes made from glass manhandled in those strong hands.

Let it listen without destroying anything.

Let him listen. Let him learn.

“Maybe more like a giant bear.” Your additional comment made his chest rumble as he made a small hum. “Why a bear?”

“Because you’re huge, most of you is just pure muscle.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“You should,” Your head tilted slightly, peeking up to meet his gaze in the darkness, your eyes barely managing to make an outline of his head for the moment.

“‘M just a soldier, love.”

“A brave one,” You whispered in return, trailing your fingers over the area of his heart. “My big, brave soldier.”

Oh.

That’s been the most interesting compliment he’s heard from you yet. If Simon didn't know any better, he was more than glad that the room was shrouded in darkness, hiding the warmth that flooded his face. He’d shoot the damn lightbulb if you even sprung the idea of turning it on.

But you knew, the evidence of your compliment had sprung to life underneath your fingers.

Maybe this proved something he needed to understand further. Being with him again wasn’t going to keep you away from nightmares, but he would be here to save you from them. Just like you saved him.

Just like you saved each other. As cheesy as it sounds, it was genuine truth what the both of you had done.

The debt was repaid, the contract was signed and notarized, the warranty had been completed. Neither of you really owed each other anything, but this? All of this was act of choice, a gift to one another. A realization that both of your lives had not only been saved, but it had found a missing piece it had no idea was needed. That was the twisted, beautiful irony of it all.

Neither of you knew. You just needed to figure it out for yourselves.

His hand trailed his fingers along your hair, cradling your head close to his chest. He felt your head crane to look up at him, urging him to meet your gaze further.

A quiet silence draped the both of you in a warm, cozy blanket. The type of quiet that was soft and comfortable, with not a hint of anxiety or discomfort to be seen.

This wasn’t the type of uncomfortable silences that would make you burst out into laughter, or the tense, awkward ones where no one had anything to say. This was the two of you truly comfortable with each other. Peaceful.

Your lips slowly met, a kiss that was neither rushed or flushed in any way. Mouths melding together like soft caramel, your taste as sweet as strawberry taffy with a hint of salt.

Immediately, he craved more, but slowly, he raised his head, leaning every so close in a gentle motion, feeling your head further relax against the surface of the pillow as he loomed over you.

You caress over his shoulders and across his chest, solemn swipes of your fingers in the hollows of his collarbone, elbows, wrists, avoiding the use of your nails as your palms brush down his ribs, running your fingers along the definition of muscle framing his torso, dragging your thumbs over the curve of his biceps.

Eventually, your hands migrated to his cheeks, gaining his attention to look at your face. The tips of your fingers were gentle and hesitant to touch any inch of his skin, the faint aches and burns being a comforting sting he hadn't minded at all this entire time, but you did.

His nose brushes up against your own, watching you force the gap closed with urgency. You can’t keep away from him anymore, not now. His lips move against yours roughly, tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

Your kisses were sweet, but your physical contact stung, eventually settling to rest along patches of his face where it was the least painful, missing most of the texture you could physically feel after what you had left on him. Hell, if he focused really hard, he could still feel the slight discomfort of his cheek, a minor swelling under his skin if he moved his mouth a certain way.

He did exactly what he was intending for you to do, and truthfully, he’s never been happier for it.

His hands, which had trailed down your sides, came down to settle over your back for the moment. Even then, he wanted more, roaming a single hand lower and lower, passing bruised, muddled skin towards your flushed core.

You knew what he was doing, despite your exhaustion and soreness, just the motion of what he wanted sparked something in you, a gleam of embers buried in the pile of ashes. You urged him on by deepening the kiss, urging yourself a little closer with a hand cradling the back of his scratched neck, despite the minor screaming of your muscles.

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asummersday · 7 months

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Share some more ROTTMNT headcanons?

the hamatos have movie nights and board game nights. there’s no schedule for them, sometimes someone will go “movie night tonight?” or will text the gc “board games? i’m feeling some murder mystery tonight” and that’s how it goes. everyone participates. even splinter, and he complains but only to put on a show. he enjoys it. they play uno, clue, game of life, they play new and old games, play the ones they like more often, and throw out ones that suck. donnie has a spreadsheet for it (of course he does). mikey and splinter, surprisingly, are fucking RUTHLESS during monopoly. the wins are always tied between the two and that one time leo won by complete accident (thats what he says. donnie doesn't believe him ONE BIT because his twin is a lying liar who lies). everyone loves monopoly just because the chaos and the backstabbing is the most entertaining part.

mikey had a “copy everything donnie does/eat/likes” phase and leo had a “copy everything raph does/eat/likes” phase. (i am a firm ‘leo is the younger twin’ truther)

april an leo are face mask and skin care routine besties. she’s the reason he even KNOWS what both of these things are. she’s also the reason he even makes his dumb puns, because SHE makes them (and 9y/r leo was smack in the middle of his ‘copying his big bro’ phase. it extended to april, who basically became his big sister). donnie constantly tells her he still has not forgiven her for that (jokingly)

Lou Jitsu was ABSOLUTELY Sexiest Man Alive at one point i'll tell you that

donnie’s eye starts twitching when he’s annoyed (mostly when leo annoys him). it happens so often that it starts twitching when leo isn't even in the same room and donnie will go “leo's doing something stupid again”

leo doesn't fall asleep easily but when hes a sleep my mans ASLEEP. nothing can wake him up. hes usually a light sleeper but when he hasn't slept in 3+ days and passes out at 12:30pm on the couch? he's literally dead to the world. his brothers take FULL advantage of this. stacking food/objects? yes. drawing on his face/arms/legs etc? for sure. mikey paints his shell sometimes. he once painted all of starry night without leo waking up once.

raph is wary of cass when she first joins, but when they find how many interests they share, they become almost instant best friends. they're inseparable and hang out all the time its amazing. everyone is terrified of them because they've seen how violent their sparring sessions get.

mikey watched lilo and stitch when he was like 5 and instantly zeroed in on the whole ‘voodoo spoon’ thing and tries to do the same thing. his dad and raph are extremely concerned (and slightly off-put. mikey was a weird child)

when he was younger, he had a terrible case of separation anxiety. it gets better as he grows older, and then comes slamming back full force after the krang. if his brothers aren’t in his immediate sights, he will just. panic. it takes… too long for him to stop having panic attacks when he wakes up and one or two of his brothers aren’t present (especially leo. he latches onto leo the longest after. it takes nearly as long as leo’s recovery does for mikey to be able to sleep without leo in the same room)

splinter, the old sap, actually has hundreds of pictures of his boys growing up. so much that he has dozens of photo albums spanning the years. you can tell exactly when april shows up in their lives because one day she’s not there at all and the next its like he got a fifth kid. he loves leafing through them on occasion, reminiscing and definitely not crying. not all the albums survived the shredder, but enough did to still recount the years. after the invasion, splinter moves the albums from his room and into a shelf in the living room. (hes caught his kids more than once poring over the books, either alone or huddled together on the floor. he always leaves, allowing them this moment alone.)

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[THUNDER CRASHES]

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#voodoo #persona #twin peaks #redraw #it is happening again #the owls are not what they seem

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posletsvet · 6 months

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My thoughts keep circling back to some similarities I spotted a while back between the Hasaba twins and Nobara. There's a handful of them, really, from what I can gather -- even if we exclude the fact that both the twins and Nobara originally come from the countryside, which would be the most obvious coincidence.

Take, for instance, Nanako and Nobara's matching personalities: they both are outspoken, confident, brash and boisterous, with somewhat an air of a typical school bully around them. At first those traits might come off as off-putting and offensive, but when you delve deeper it becomes more apparent that such abrasive attitude might just serve as a defense mechanism of sorts and what it really shows is that these girls were taught, for better or worse, how to stand up for themselves.

Then there are curious similarities between their innate techniques. Techniques of all three of them require usage of inanimate objects, and in both Mimiko and Nobara's cases it's an effigy of the target, a voodoo doll -- whether stuffed one or made of straw. Their techniques also allow them to manipulate targets from afar.

Nobara also shows unusually high tolerance of pain, and it's something that keeps bothering me. And though we know that she was trained to be a sorcerer by her grandmother, and being a sorcerer involves adopting a certain mindset, that's not something one can simply order oneself to get used to.

One other thing that doesn't seem to escape my mind is how Nobara was only ever drawn to outsiders back in her childhood, and then proceeded to look up to Maki, finding it in particular admirable how she withstands the oppression of her own family. I guess it's also worth mentioning how Nobara doesn't believe people are excused just by the circumstances they grew up in. Again, I don't think that's an attitude one can afford without facing those hardships oneself.

So what if all the similarities really stem from the background they, Nobara and the twins, come from? I doubt that being a jujutsu sorcerer in a small, enclosed society such as found in a village in the middle of nowhere is a pleasant experience. People get nosy. They also get intolerant towards something they're not prepared to include in their tiny circle. We've already seen how an outsider unwilling to assimilate, Saori, was ostracized and driven out -- and she was just a city girl. We've also seen what being a sorcerer in an environment full of narrow-minded superstition costs.

How much bias and bigotry might Nobara face? Isn't it why she jumped at the first given opportunity to leave for the city? Why she only ever made friends with newcomers to the village? Why she considered all locals to be at least at some degree insane?

I don't know where I'm going with all this, really. If anything, it serves as yet another example of how the conservative mentality of those in charge of jujutsu society harms its sorcerers. Where both sides could've benefited from cooperation, non-sorcerers are left to ignorance and the misplaced antagonism towards sorcerers which that ignorance enables. I wonder if current, somewhat anachronistic, suspicion and superstition that still lingers with some parts of non-sorcerer population are fossilized remnants of the awareness their ancestors once possessed. What was it like to be a non-jujutsu user in the Golden Era of sorcery? Was it chaos and fear of that time which created an unbridgeable rift between sorcerers and non-sorcerers? I wonder what repercussions the current situation would have for the relationship between the two. Would it be history simply repeating itself, or is there an opportunity for real, substantial change, now that the system upheld by outdated tradition is utterly destroyed? Where are we heading with the story now?

#watch me make the most unexpected and unpredictable conclusions out of nowhere #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nobara kugisaki #nanako hasaba #mimiko hasaba #hasaba twins #jjk analysis #kind of?#dunno #but i really do wonder if the mindset present in the countryside areas is just a result of fear and hatred ordinary people #might have felt towards sorcerers in the past #the negativity born out of helplessness couldn't have been targeted at curses which non-sorcerers can't even see #so through association it should've been targeted at sorcerers and jujutsu in general #god i really want gege to get into politics of his world #though the chances of it actually happening at this point are slim #i just miss these unbelievably strong determined uncomromising and sturdy girls so so much #I have so much admiration for them

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hey guys: i ranked every smosh video

yes, every. single. smosh video. (every main channel sketch from 2005-2017 + 2023)

here it is under the cut if for some damn reason you're curious

♡ ABSOLUTE FAVES ♡ Paranormal Easy Bake Oven Sleepwalking Disaster Mortal Kombat Theme Food Battle 2006 Food Battle 2023 The Legend of Zelda Rap Axe Murderer Battleship Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Theme Boxman's Girlfriend Pokemon Theme Ian's Birthday Anthony Gets a Haircut Pokemon Theme REVENGE That Damn Neighbor Assassins Creed 3 Song My Dead Friend Boxman 2.0 Boxman Smosh Short 1: Dolls Unitarded A Very Hairy Situation w/Billy Mays Anthony is Mexican Left Handed Magic Keyboard Food Battle 2007 That Damn Yard Sale Four Years Foreplay Pokemon In Real Life Stuck in a Toilet My Mom's AMAZING Video Sex Ed Rocks Going to the Mountains Stop Copying Me! Cursed Magic 8 Ball We Rule High School Dixon Cider Smosh the Movie Real Death Note Firetruck I Broke My Foot 1 Hour Special Ghostmates Food Battle 2008 The Ultimate Shoedown WTF! I'm Old! Food Battle 2010 Dolls: 10 Years Later The Real Party Song Kiss Currency PRETTY DAMN GOOD

Smash Rap Molester Moon Hand Bomb Sleeping Pill Disaster My Grandpa's Dirty Secret Food Battle 2011 Quest for the Scooter Smosh Found Dead Garrett's Blog How Not to Act on a First Date Longest Staring Contest Ever Extreme Sleepover Hardcore Max Real Voodoo Doll He's Driving Me Crazy First Person Shooters Suck Drink Your Own Piss Parents SuckWe're Stuck Together We Finally Released Our Banned Video Boxman for President Cat Soup I Caught Every Pokemon Ian is Dangerous Ian's First Girlfriend Ian Gets Lucky Manspider Happy Cow Food Battle 2012 Pizza Zombies Food Battle 2013 Evil Fortune Cookie Hardcore Max 2 Food Battle 2014 License Test Toy Airplane Food Battle X Finger Guns Google Glass SUCKS My Mutant Rash The NEW Smosh TV Show That Damn Shower EDITOR! Camp in a Van Sexual Sun Every Smosh Video Ever Addicted to Selfies Hide and Seek My Best Friend is a Robot How Google's Space Ship Failed Business Boy Emoji Curse Human Pokemon Battle Rejected Zelda Games We're Stuck in Fan Fiction

I LIKED THIS ONE

A Hairy Situation w/ Billy Mays Anthony's Death That Damn Prison Break Anthony's Resurrection Evil AI Tried to Kill Me We Summoned a Demon Help I Became an NPC Stranded Transformers Theme How Not to Make a First Impression The Best Car EVER Reunited? The HauntingMale Model Replacement Needed Easy Step April First Evil Chain Letter Power Rangers Theme Life as Ghosts Ep 1-4 Crybaby I'm Not Racist Pokemon In Real Life 2 The BEST Bottled Water Meeting My Identical Twin I Killed the Tooth Fairy Guys' Guide to Hugging Guys My Real Pet Pikachu Homeless Millionaire The Ditto - Movie Trailer Meat In Your Mouth I Love Lou Ferigno Anthony Poses for Playgirl?! Vader and Me Killer Teddy Bear That Damn Punishment Arm Wrestling TO THE DEATH If Superheroes Were Real Worst Twist Endings Ever I'm Naked Pokemon In Real Life 3 How to Cover Up a Murder The World's First Internet Tutorial Motion Games Suck I'm Possessed By a Demon Addicted to Honey Boo Boo Child My New Best Friend is a Robot My Weird Addiction Food Battle 2013 Assassins Creed 4 Song So Many Hickies Guns Suck My Morning Routine Guy's Guide to Being Manly Jurassic Pokemon Magic iPad 21 Things I'd Rather Do Than Smoke Netflix Rap Video Game Items In Real Life My Hot Online Girlfriend Murder Party

#i'm gonna do this in a few parts #bc obviously it's long as fuck #smosh #shut up.txt

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