#But everything adds up

[captainkurosolaire]

Farewell, Friends.

A neighing mare of sudden pause, loomed over a port. Awaiting was a crumbling empire, a sea vessel that laid host to countless memories. Overhead above clouds brought a grieving shadow. What anticipated prior, began to drizzle as accursed rain wept. The Captain underneath canopies, with stolen steed reached a trot before he hopped off saddle-back. Petting with a gentleness, warmth, not befitting with callous hands for a savage. Praising the life curated before it,  with such a serene grace, before fetching his back satchel and giving over a small container of berries. “Go home.” He patted lastly, watching his tamer for a briefness, but took off with the commandment of his hand swatting off distantly. Tears of sky poured onto his being. Walking softly up the gangplank to his ship’s deck and parking under the flag ship's main mast. Surveying left and right, with a scan, giving a crooked smirk, what a tremendous story. His feline ear’s picked up the sound of his closest. It filled him unlike anything. The flood continued to drench him. Sorrow often always followed him aside with rain, oh ...how he despised it. Always leading to era-defining change. This day felt as such. Removing his shirt to connect himself closer to nature. Letting the flood wash over him lean against the pillar mast until laying prone staring up into the drifting clouds. Allowing genuine tears to become hidden. From Crew’s being massacred, to mutinies, mental-fallout, to being shipwrecked. Overcome all those ordeals, somehow attracting a reason to rebirth. All wanting was his Crew, to not only retrieve the best, but somewhere safe like his perception of family. The bastard orphan; turn incidental successor of a Pirate Captain, never could keep it very long.

Those dismantlement's have a singular man at the helm; who survived there’s no mistake, he held guilt. His current Crew, who seemed destined for being a Last, was in turmoil from a stealth traitor. Evidence of irrefutably surfaced, as long as Captain lived and remained, he couldn’t preserve anybody and neither was peace.

Sometimes, treasure’s so big that can’t even fit in your palm are brought before you. They breathe abundance, rich unmatched soul-fulfilling happiness. Greed wanted this forever, but there proved one painstaking, gut-wrenching, solution.

Abruptly his confession of internal pain quelled, hearing an energetic Viera referred to as Whyte, “Captain! What are you doing out here silly? You’re going to catch a cold! Don’t worry I’ll umbrella you!” Her playfulness began swatting and striking against every rain and gave a hi-yah! She puffed herself up with a inhale, and pretended to be a balloon. Striving but unsuccessfully, he couldn’t help but smirk. He gasped air out with a lowness, “Will ye assemble the Crew t’ th’ galley for me?” Now attempting to catch every rain-droplet with her mouth but making fish-faces, hearing the tone in his voice even subtle she paused from her antics. “Aye, aye, Cap’n!” She saluted before scurrying with an unyielding robust energy. Gathering composure, Kuro refreshed before joining his community. A mountain of feast prepared as his various Crew’s personalities all squabble and contrasted another, except three empty seats. Those stung against his heart chords, was his fault. There was a behemoth Hellsguard with jolly laughing and tugging at a boar’s cooked head with a tiny Lalafell, “I’m bigger Me-Me show honor! I deserve the largest portion as tribute!” Comically the pint-sized Lalafell was giving him trouble in a strength contest. “Let go, Gark, I’m warning you! – Do you want to die?” Looking into her blackhole of eye’s he removed his grip. “Uh-uh, you know what. I'll just take the chocobo leg. Only ‘cause I’m a gentleman!” He tried saving his knight-bound pride, but reality afraid. What a chaotic Gremlin.  The sweetest Matron’s voice chimed, “It’s no worry, I prepared extra.” The mastodon Crimson Baron brought his hands together, “Dear Twelve, Thank you for blessing us with Slafhota.” Then proceeded to animistic gnawing bite. The maiden of sea who proved to be Captain’s advisor and counselor saw the Seeker’s troubled visage.

“Are you okay Captain?” She softly asked with an allurement that could soothe anything over, everyone pausing with a stare. “... I think we should disband. Least fer th’ year, the other’s are gone that long anyway.” Shock traversed through all them. “Whaaaa!” Said Viera, who’s boundlessness was screeching off the rails. The Wildwood Elezen meditating in corners, thought with insight, could see carefully through Captain’s ruse, his planned intentions to bait out the culprit, traitor, hiding amongst them. “So it’s like that.” Intelligently and without emotion didn’t fuss, instead a smile amused occur. Heat broke through the room, tense. “It’s funny… Could’ve sworn I heard him – our LOVELY Cap’n suggest we disband! If that was the case, I’d have to castracate and add a cat to our menu!” His meal was soured, interrupted, intimidating with his hulking presence and began standing across with daggers.

Captain’s head didn’t sulk or lower itself further, instead with a brazenness, “You heard me, I said we should disband. Or least, me. As long as I’m surrounded by Crew, the traitor will never reveal themselves, furthermore, like Slafhota, secondary injuries will occur in your attempts t’ protect me. When I was left on my own, attempts against me didn’t halt. This hatred, animosity, of the betrayer will extend until they have me cornered, or dead to rights. I can stand up to many things in life; but what will keep me up, does affect me, is bringing pain to what–who matters. I will not have you all end up like my other botched, failed, and bottom-sea dwelling kindred. Ye are what I treasure! ...But I will relinquish you t’ save shining glory.” Said having to squish his own heart like a Scourge to-do this feat.

The Hellsguard wrathfully roared, “HELLS! You’re dead Cap’n, I didn’t leave my peaceful retired life just to have something end with dull! YOU DESERVE TO BE ALONE, YOU MISERABLE MISCREANT!” Enraged with rage, he blazed through the feast and squeezed the Seeker against the wall making an indented crater. His dangerous fire, built up with his sorrow but was nullified by the Elezen who calmly put a fortified screen that surrounded Captain in a protective veil to safeguard him. The Might of the Goldbrand’s wrist was grabbed softly with a calming reassurance in the Sea Maiden, “Gark, come with me. It’s okay.” Like water she prevented the fire from escalating in destruction. Kuro, left unhooked, fell to his rear. Viera, often in positivity, was sobbing uncontrollably, “I don’t want to leave you! What will I do!?” Nothing could prevent the Scoundrel from feeling empathy. All of them were hurting.

“Pirate. I don’t always agree with you. However, this time I do. In-order to reach salvation, sometimes, you must leave things to faith.” Zieton the Historian who often was on the principal’s of the Twelve’s deeds, gave a surprising defense. With that, other’s began to buckle and accept their leader’s decision. Kuro closed his eyes momentarily before comforting Whyte, “It’s just fer a little while. Summer isn’t that long. Aim for sightseeing, enjoy your own interest. Yer life is worth discovering.” Patting and squeezing with a tight embrace before swinging her playfully around and landing on her feet and giving her a dancing twirl. She couldn’t help but be removed, the rain inside her stopped. Composing her sob, “U-um okay, but! I’m marking the calendar, a moment late, I’ll kick your ass!” She tugged his cheeks before spiritedly walking out to reconvene outdoors. The Wildwood Elezen had served as a caring mentor alongside his Counselor Slafhota. Three people didn’t voice their thoughts, either they were trusting, shy, or one of them was trying to contain their laughter, achieving what they wanted. Oblivious, one remnant of Crew, was the Ghoul who established a close-bond with the Fearless Pirate. Practically almost like that of a pet-owner as odd it sounded. Kuro took so much care to the often seen monstrosity. Unable to understand at all what was transpiring with lack of humanization behind such a foul-curse. Just continuing to drink blood-packs, Captain dropped to his knees, “Mate. You gotta go with th’ others. Follow, Slafhota, she’ll keep your needs met. Be the person who handles your gluttony.” Xaela paused and cast a head-tilt, not understanding one bit, instead tried sharing his food supply to his Captain.

The Seeker calmly refused, <“No mate! You have t’ go!”> Pointing at the doors and giving sign-language even speaking in his native that he was working on reteaching him, destined to one-day cure his blight; least was... Crazy to think but through all this frightening and horrified grimly appearance the Xaela, Captain felt so safe, a partial split-soul that was sundered, was identical. Getting up onto his twos, the towering presence over Captain. Chains that restrained him for the safety of others, by his own-doing. Were unhooked. “My nightly friend, b’ free.” Closing his eye’s ashamed and holding his head down, the Ghoul suddenly grappled the Seeker’s wrists, and pointed for the door. Implying they were going together. A hand on his hilt sword, with a boundless devotion to serve. Kuro resisted his tugging and chopped the leash of their connected link with having to destroy himself further, “NAY, I SAID GO! NOW!” Forcing his aether to spike and anger. Like; letting a bonded animal go, with a monstrous stare black sclera's and crimson orbs, the Nihlius hearing commandment forced him to obey; recognizing trouble, but not understanding anything. The worst kind of hurt to inflict on someone you love. Silence befell until he was left alone in a room of dark. [ ♫What if the Storm Ends♫ - Reference - Last Chapter ] (Reference since lot of Crew faces to consume.)

[arielluva]

goodnight, himemiya

[cheesy-cheddar-sadness]

text could never portray the scream i wish i could let out

[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids until they had found deviancy enough to pursue their own projects. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar, but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[time-woods]

EMOTIONAL WIN ! ! the bug lets his emotions make decisions for once !

[roses-and-revolutions]

DC x DP Idea

After several years, Danny and Damian meet each other again at a gala. But there was no heartfelt reunion since the moment they led eyes on each other it was all-out war. Damian takes out a sword from somewhere and Danny just starts throwing hands.

The fighting is intense, and blood is being spilled (what are those glowing green specks?). They are screaming at each other in Arabic as it's easier to slip back to your mother tongue when in rage right? This makes the fight more personal.

Most people don't understand what they're saying but those who do look at the boys then Bruce. Bruce then back to the boys again. Like B, we know you're stupid but you fucked this person twice.... did you NOT see the red flags the SECOND TIME!?!?

The fight ends with Damian on the ground with the sword grazing his neck. He looks up to Danyal with the fear of god in his eyes, knowing that with one swift movement, he'll be dead on the dance floor. But Danny's eyes were cold and tired, they were dead. No spark, no sense of life in those chilling blue depths.

Calmly, Danny spoke to Damian. His voice was crystal clear, cool like a mountain stream.

"Just because you jumped into the fire behind me doesn't mean you felt the pain I did.  Your hand was held above the flames while I was being burnt in the fucking fire."

Damian begins to cry because he knows that Danny is right. No matter what he went through, it would never compare to what happened to his big brother. Even more so, when he feels long lanky arms wrap around him, a cool hand rubbing his back soothingly, and whispers of sweet nothingness entering his ears.

He cries because no matter what he does he will never be like his big brother.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Merry Christmas ya’ll

[just-null]

HELLO HANTENGU NATION (5 people)

I'VE MADE AN [unofficial] HEIGHT CHART FOR MYSELF

Hantengu: 5"5 (166cm) Sekido: 5"9 (175cm) Karaku: 5"9 (175cm) Urogi: 5"9 (175cm) Aizetsu: 5"9 (174cm) Zohakuten: 5"3 (160cm) Urami: 8"5 (257cm)

[little aftermath under the cut]

they're so annoying. peace is nonexistent... they're the best ever.

[cozylittleartblog]

scribbling ultrakill at da fucking Air Port ✈

[soarrenbluejay]

Supervillains for a community. (Well, except those jerks over in Gotham, insular lot, but they’re they’re one problem) Of course they do- supervillains are a group defined by strong opinions and a willingness to see them through, often with a healthy dash of societal failures and trauma as a catalyst.

The fentons, while not active even on the online message boards, are well known and explosive when they do show up, full of fascinating insights and hours long rants on mad science on hair pin turns courtesy of that ADHD attention span. Bit of the cryptids you feel honored to bump into kind of deal. Besides, like a good quarter of the community as it aged, they’d settled down and had kids (not necessarily in that order) and taken it very seriously! Out in the middle of nowhere, where even the most fearsome government outpost members, the local branch of the IRS, quake before them in fear. Out of the way.

Reveal gone okay-ish, Danny moves to Gotham still to get some air bc now things are Akward and he landed that engineering scholarship which is loads better than any other college would give him with his track record. So- the mysterious Fenton children are finally crawling out of hiding! Everyone is psyched! And roll in to Gotham en masse to witness the fireworks!

Except Danny is Determined To Be Normal. He’s had enough of the throwing himself into harms way shit for a lifetime- he wants to be free to peacefully built Rube Goldberg machines and unintentional increasingly complex bombs to his hearts content. JAZZ, on the other hand- the coveted token Normal One, has finally snapped! She’s watched her baby brother she practically raised throw himself into danger over and over and could do nothing, and now that she’s exposed to this whole network of superheroes outside of small town Amnity, some of those uglier emotions are coming out. And boy is she pissed! And can’t afford to show it much while filing the paperwork to have Arkham legally razed to the ground!

See I love this idea of like, niches in superhero society. A villain the heroes know they can plop their kiddo down with for an exciting afternoon brawl while they take care of a particularly grisly case and come back to a few hours later ranting about some new life lesson and a new move they really want to try. A villain who has a functioning moral compass despite their somewhat batshit long term goal and you can contact to fuck with another villains’s plan so they can laugh at them and you can have an easy afternoon. One who pries up hostile architecture and fills in pot holes, idk man. Get creative here, there’s such potential!

So Jazz becomes a Training villain- someone the heroes know their sidekicks will walk away from in a fight 100% of the time, usually with some new lesson to ponder and only a couple of bruises. Sometimes even snacks!

She also absolutely ambushes mentors to check that they’re worth the kiddo, which they appreciate once they get over being jumped in a dark alley by a 7 foot Amazon trained force of nature. They are not used to being on that side of the jumping, it’s a little unnerving.

(Yes, she low key adopts Shazam upon checking in with him on cursory ‘is the main hero of this city and asshole’ checkin. Yes, the super clones get yoinked out from under Superman’s negligent thumb to go have a blast with Ellie. What about it?)

This however only encourages more assorted weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork. It’s not often one of their own forfeits their potential spot for the running of the coveted Most Normal I Swear prize, but when they do it’s bound to be good! But jazz is off hounding various heroes and punching the faces in of pedophiles and shit whenever there’s no cape within easy reach, and so is a mite bit harder to contact than Danny, who has innocently gotten an apprenticeship under a clockworker for access to their workshop and is gleefully going about doing nerdy shit with great abandon.

Plus this is Gotham. No one gives a shit if someone in the Mad Alchemist uniform and still smoking from their latest experiment pokes their head in a window to bother the local shrimp teen- none of the usual social rules apply, everyone’s crazy here! So everyone drops any and all attempts at masking and just acts their genuine unhinged selves, much to the alarm of the Bats and frustration of Danny.

Bc he cannot get these mfers to go. Away. Even liberal use of the creep stick has little effect when the interloper is calibrated for an opponent with super speed or laser vision or whatever, and he’s trying to maintain his guise as a Normal College Student Do No Investigate.

So he calls in the big guns. He’s not super active in the supervillain kids group chat ever since things in amnity calmed the fuck down post becoming King and then immediately using a loophole that says he will not take the throne until he is grown, as defined by finishing learning his trade a la the medieval standards Pariah set up. So he can just take his sweet ass time with his graduate degree and out of inter dimensional bull shit that much longer! Point is, he hasn’t taken the chance to rant over there in a while, so his Crazy friends are getting a lil worried.

The change to come over and shout at their batshit crazy but (mostly) well meaning parent AND see Danny? Score!

The bats, however, are getting awfully suspicious about this one kid that villains from all over the country are flocking to, especially young and upcoming ones as of recently! And he’s acting his engineering course- all the worst rogues are known to have flown through their PhD studies prior to Cracking. They seem to have a real problem on their hands with this Fenton guy.

[markscherz]

Just learned that tadpoles with injured tails sometimes regenerate them with extra legs

[src]

So that's neat.

[saintaviator]

PISTOL PARDNERS

original image under cut :3!

[rachiebeee]

they are best friends and siblings and i love them both so dearly. featuring piercings bc i stand strong in my belief that they would

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

was having trans marty thoughts again and i came to a realization about this scene

[rmbunnie]

It's most likely just Starlin trying to get to Jason dying faster because he did not like Robin, but the whole "Jason's spiraling because of his grief for his parents" thing they were trying to spin was honestly really weird, not supported by the rest of the run INCLUDING the parts Starlin wrote, and kinda reads like an unreliable narrator situation because all of the information supporting it is given through Bruce's narration, him speculating on Jason's thoughts and actions.

The plot thread of Jason's grief for his family affecting his behavior shows up like TWO issues after Jason first becomes Robin back when Collins was writing, and gets sorted out after one conversation where Jason gets to confront Bruce about hiding his father's death from him for 6 months. After that Jason is behaving normally until they encounter three predators in a row, and each time Bruce insists that they can't do anything because of The Rules and assorted red tape/diplomatic immunity plotlines. (The sister of a woman who got dismembered actually tricked the violent-misogynist killer who dismembered her sister (and then got his serial killings dismissed through a technicality) into attacking her, and ends up killing him in self-defense, and then Jason's like "seems fair" and Bruce is like "no. it's NOT. we need to follow laws and not take justice into our own hands. which like wtf Bruce! you are a vigilante who just used a custom tank to fight an evil televangelist! who then got ripped to shreds by his followers while you watched!)

Bruce kinda just decides with Alfred that it must be grief upsetting him and not the dozens of brutally killed women and their predatory killers who the law inexplicably protected, (all written by Starlin, so retconning it for DitF like five issues later would be an odd move) but the only text claiming that's why Jason was upset is from Bruce's POV and through Alfred's dialogue. Jason himself doesn't display any signs of grief in the story itself, or even act or speak in a way that alludes to Catherine and Willis beyond looking at a picture of them and smiling fondly while he sorts through their possessions. He kinda just happens upon the box with his mother's info by chance, and is like ok i guess we're doing mom searches now. He was only going for a walk through his old neighborhood, not actively searching out info on his family. When Jason is deciding whether or not to run off without telling Bruce, he considers telling him and then goes "no, all he cares about is being Batman, he wouldn't even understand why I want to see my mom." Which, I mean, "Bruce wouldn't get it" is a REALLY odd angle if the sole motivator for spiraling, then getting benched* and running away to search out his bio-mom, was because he was mourning his dead parents, a thing he notably has in common with Bruce. That statement only really makes sense if he's thinking about a different thing that was greatly upsetting to him that Bruce brushed past, like maybe a combo of hiding the murder of his dad for half a year and allowing several cases involving sexual violence to freely develop body counts in the name of the law.

Lots of people have written about how Jason's stay in the manor might have seemed dependent on being Robin with how he was kinda just scooped up, but (if we're including Detective Comics in our characterization,) Bruce had offered to let him resign from Robin and just live with him (a little late, but still. It's worth noting Batman proper shows Jason afraid and uncomfortable at the thought of Dick taking Robin back, which lends more merit to the housing-dependent-on-Robin-misunderstanding interpretation, but canon is pick and choose anyways.) The lack of trust involved in his choice to search out his mom kinda reads like it was bred by more than that alone, and Bruce's prioritization of the law over the protection of the people it ignores is notably upsetting to him in the prior issues. tbh I really do believe the outcomes of those cases could have informed Jason's stance that Bruce's method of justice is ineffective right alongside his own murder and his experiences in Lost Days.

It would make sense for Bruce to not consider his own actions while he's thinking through things that would upset Jason, because from his point of view the things there that were bothering Jason were the criminals alone, not the way that the methods with which they were approaching their crimes continually led to the perpetrators evading actual justice. During the point in DitF where he's thinking through motivations for Jason's running away because something isn't adding up for HIM, the idea doesn't so much as cross his mind. It would also add another layer to Jason's sulkiness upon Bruce's arrival if he held the belief that Bruce is ignoring the consequences his brand of justice has on victims (and the way it's affecting him to helplessly watch it play out), starts to hope that Bruce actually can understand his thought processes/relate to him when he shows up, only to be told to his face that Bruce is prioritizing his style of justice over Jason again. With the way everything that led Jason to his bio-mom was comically circumstantial and the context of the previous issues, it's kind of the ONLY way Death in the Family makes sense to me. Tldr: I feel like the grief claimed as reasoning for Jason's actions leading up to his death is mainly speculation from Bruce and Alfred and the more textually-supported reason for his erratic behavior and lack of trust in Bruce is the lack of intervention in several sensitive cases that led them to worsen unobstructed and eventually permitted them to escalate into casualties in 2 out of 3 cases.

*Also, side note, but the idea that Jason got benched for the Filipe situation, while perfectly reasonable, is not quite spot on. The Filipe situation escalated into the fight in the junkyard where his dad is crushed by a car and Bruce is all "everything you do has consequences" which is kinda big words for a guy whose lack of action indirectly lead to a girls death earlier in the storyline, but true. Jason actally gets benched because he jumps directly into gunfire while fighting the third set of predators and Bruce starts to worry he's getting a little suicidal with it. He baits a guy into shooting at him on purpose again trying to protect mom prospect number 1 later on in DitF, so Bruce might have had a point with that one.

[lingerdingdong]

Marc Revelado Documentary clip and English transcript