#DO NOT QUOTE ME ON THAT i was too lazy to retrieve the panel and was on a time crunch

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Using St. Patrick's day as an excuse to post itchydoze slop, sí por??

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ok ok okok so i originally wanted to make a long ass post about it but im LAZY so im just gonna do a chill post about it

i don't believe Kurapika's character arc will lead him to his death.

Ok, maybe he WILL die. But not permanently at least.

I feel like Kurapika and Gon's stories mirror each other very closely, and if we follow that pattern, we can make some logical conclusions on what's gonna happen to Kurapika.

Kurapika is literally hitting rock bottom right now. He's on a boat with the phantom troupe, the man who has the last pair of eyes and potentially Pairo's head, and if the theories are true, the one true person responsible for the Kurta's massacre (Pariston - i'll let you read up on this theory if you're interested because it's amazing  - the fucking MOUSE EARS ON SHEILA i-)

Kurapika has also found at least 20 new different ways to die, one of them including taking years off his lifespan for revenge. Yup, fuck emperor time. Honestly, Kurapika is sinking so fast it's not even funny. And you know who that reminds me of ? Gon.

In CAA, Gon hit rock bottom. He was scared, he was weak, he had trauma, he was suicidal, he wanted revenge more than anything in his life, willing to throw his life away to avenge Kite. Gon gave up on his own life for the sole purpose of fulfilling his need to cope with the guilt he felt towards Kite's death. This whole mission was self-punishment. And so is Kurapika's. Kurapika feels survivor guilt, 100%. Why is he the only one alive ? Why did everyone have to die but him? The only thing he can do is resort to revenge. To try and ease this guilt he feels. Because he's alive, he's alone, he has no one else left. Like he said, he has no one and no home to return to.

And then, just when Kurapika thinks he can never have a home again, enters Woble. 

In Kurapika's darkness, after having further and further strayed from the light, Kurapika finds the one thing that's the furthest away from who he is right now : a literal baby. An innocent, pure, sweet baby, who has no idea how many hardships there are in life. Kurapika obviously wants to protect Woble, and we get a few panels that highlight the impact Woble has on Kurapika, and vice-versa.

In Kurapika's darkness, a sweet, innocent baby reaches out to him. Reminds him of simpler things, of happy emotions, of everything he wishes he could be. And I believe that's why Woble (and possibly Leorio too- since Leorio makes Kurapika calm, as he says) will be the one to save Kurapika from sinking completely into darkness. Just like Killua was Gon's light in his darkest moments, everything Woble represents will be what ultimately leads Kurapika to get his head out of the water, and to finally find a new purpose in life, finally moving on from the past and accepting a new, brighter future.

I could write THOUSANDS of meta on Woble but I'm gonna abbreviate to the most important things I read about her and that lead me to believe she is the one that's gonna help Kurapika get out of his self-destructive spiral. There's a lot of Bible symbolism in Succession War arc. Morena wears a crown of thorns, just like Jesus, but she's meant to represent the anti-christ and to embody everything Jesus opposes.

Tserriednich shares so similarities with Jesus, but ALSO doesn't represent him at all, he's the exact opposite of him. I'm literally quoting a post I read, but : Jesus: prodigy; turned water to wine; rose from the dead; warned his trusted apostle (Peter) that Peter would lie and betray him three times before the rooster crowed // Tserriednich: prodigy; turned water to putrid shit; rose from the dead; by proxy of his Beast, warned his trusted bodyguard (Theta) that she should not lie to him three times.

Finally, we got Chrollo, with his upside down cross, his 12 disciples and all the biblical symbolism surrounding him.

Those characters, associated with anti-christ symbolism, are all on the boat. But hey, if we got antichrist symbolism galore in this arc, then surely, there must be a character that symbolizes Jesus, right ? Yup, you guessed it. It's Woble.

Like I said before, Woble represents everything Kurapika is not : she's light, she's innocent, she's pure. 

And the fact that Kurapika meets and shares a bond with this character, who is surrounded by so much positive symbolism, right after he declares that "there is no home for me to return to.... and nobody to welcome me back. I have nothing else." is leading me to believe that Woble, in one way or another, will be the one that pulls out Kurapika from this darkness.

Kurapika's story arc would not end in tragedy, I don't think that's the message Togashi wants to convey through him, that when you chase negative emotions too much and focus on the past, you lose yourself so much that you eventually die. I think that Togashi's message would be somewhere along the lines of "Sometimes, you get lost trying to live in the past, and you let negative emotions fuel you. But when you think you have no purpose left, and that you've hit rock bottom, open your heart to others and you will be saved."

Because that's the thing that happened with Gon. Gon went through the same character arc, and he got lost but eventually brought back home by Killua. And I really believe that the same thing will happen to Kurapika. That Woble will give his life a new meaning, a reason to look forward to the future instead of clinging onto the past. And of course, it's gonna be painful. Because to see the light, Kurapika has to hit rock bottom first.

(lil parenthesis here : but i genuinely believe that kurapika will be put in a situation where he will eventually have to make the choice between retrieving the eyes, symbolizing his past, or protecting woble, representing his future. and ofc, he will choose woble, and thus his future, putting him on a path to recovery.)

THANK YOU FOR READING MY BRAINROT ONCE AGAIN

[bokkiedoke]

The Frozen Halls of Hades

At the far reachs of our star system lives a spiteful cosmic queen, forever P'O'd about what she calls "The dumbest fuckin' planetary decision since those pocket protectin' pricks decided to name their own planet after damn old dirty dirt.". Her name is Plutarch, but the historical reference is lost on her. The tyrannical ruler of Pluto, she planned for hundreds of years to finally take her robotic servants to Earth and destroy the quote "glasses-pushin' assholes" that dared say her domain was merely a dwarf planet.

"Seriously though, a 'dwarf planet', and then that Frankenstein lookin' fuck goes on TV every other day saying 'Oh but it's not really a planet anymore!'...", said the red faced monarch, scoffing, "...like if it's a dwarf it doesn't really count. That's goddamn dwarfist. What if I said you didn't really count as a Plutonian because you're a bit tinier than most?" What could be mistaken for a B Movie prop from 1960's Hollywood, or the trashcan it would be thrown in before a dude frizzle fried on too much acid took it back to his apartment and fucked it passionately, spoke.

"Yes my adroit and epigrammatic queen.", the robot said in a dandified voice.

With a roll of the eyes the queen responded, "Look, I know you've been on that thesaurus site, and that's great, but keep it simple when it comes to the compliments Tinny." "Of course my queen." The robot nervously shifted on it's duck-like rubber feet before turning to leave the room. Plutarch shot out of her chair, "Oh! Before you leave, what's the progress on the intergalatic ship?"

Tinny spun his...head?...around, "My queen! Don't you mean...Project First Contact."

Once again she rolled her eyes, "You robots are so goddamn ridiculous. First of all, that name is not at all incognito, and secondly, we aren't being spied on."

A person with bright pink skin leans in closely to her screen, the golden hue lighting up her face.

"Hey ugly, can you crank the volume a bit?"

Three bodyguards decked out in gear look at each other, puzzled.

"I think she's talkin' to you, X-X-Z.", says a sinewy lizard-like humanoid with a grin on their face.

A bulky female figure furrows her brow, "You're standin' right next to it, you lazy fuck. Also if you're gonna 'clean yourself' before shift please use some mouthwash afterwards"

The lizard sticks their tongue out, grazing the helmet of their leader as she stands between the bickering guards.

"EWW!", she yells, quickly removing her helmet to throw it across the room. "I don't care what you lick but make sure it's not my damn helmet. That thing'll smell like Akwa taint for days.". She re-adjusts her visor.

The engineer at the console looks over her shoulder and removes her earpiece, "Yeah don't worry, I got the volume under control. Assholes." Tamesis looks up after retrieving her helmet, "We're bodyguards, Dia. If the volume panel pulls a knife on you we'll be on it like a spacefly on shit, otherwise we'll leave the espionage to you." "Yeah speaking of how shitty y'all are as spies, your boss sent a fuckin' delivery ship here, something for you, he said it's for a 'research project', whatever that means."

Akwa fiddles with their Comm-Band for a moment, "Hmm, looks like it's a robot. I'll go get it."

As the mag-door slides up, Akwa hears something akin to tin cans being shoved into a garbage disposal. They look up from the user manual to see a large, rusted robot standing incredibly still in the middle of the cargo bay.

"Dude, you do know, that I know, that you're from Pluto."

The robot doesn't move.

"Look, two things are incredibly obvious. You're not a statue, and that piece of crap Plutarch sent you."

It still hasn't moved.

"...you're leaking oil and have a badge on your chest the fuckin' says Plutarch Robotics."

A speaker begins to crackle horribly inside of the chest of the robot, "Shit, cheese it y'all!"

A bunch of shoebox sized robots start driving down from the walls and out from under crates. The larger robot waves them into the escape pod.

"HaHAAAA," the robot's voice starts glitching a little, "...This is what you stupid Earth assholes get for spying on our queen! We've planted smartbombs all over this ship and now we'll be taking your only escape pod!"

As the escape pod begins to seal, Akwa yells back, "Uh, what about the ship you came here in?"

"I've got the keys, lizard brain!", he dangles them up to the window as the pod begins to release from the ship.

"You left it on, you rusty fuck. Also, the steering computer on that escape pod has CAPTCHA."

"SHIIIIIIIIIiiii-", the pod starts spinning faster and faster, careening into space away from Pluto. The mag-doors fly open behind Akwa, then the rest of the crew charges into the room. They look over their shoulder, "You'd think after hundreds of years of technology existing people wouldn't make 'Here's My Plan!' speeches."

Tamesis pulls them into the Plutonian ship, then looks to XXZ, "Quick, throw the crate in here!"

"Can't we just let it get blown up?", says X standing halfway into the ship.

"No, it'll come out of our pay."

Akwa looks at their wrist, "Yeah that thing's uh...one million krone."

The crate flys into the ship, almost smashing into Dia.

"For the love of Spacechrist!"

"Would hurting you come out of my pay too?", X smirks while dashing into the ship.

"Protecting me is literally your job, fuckface.", she cranks the throttle hard, and X trips back and hits her head against a panel.

Noise metal starts blaring in the ship as the rest of the systems come to life.

"Cosmic Shit, I thought that was just a joke!" Akwa screams over the music as they dash towards the volume panel. As the music starts to quiet down, Dia turns back to her guards.

"Looks like you do know how to work one of those." X pulls the pilot's chair back and leans over Dia's shoulder. "How about you just drive the ship before I quit my job and chuck you out the escape hatch?"

The de facto captain nervously looks down at the controls and nods her head in agreement. They quickly land on the planet, then Akwa and Tamesis slowly creep out of the escape pod to survey the halls of Plutarch's lair. After some silent pointing between the two and Akwa referencing their Comm-Band for a moment, they gesture back to the ship. As X steps out onto the surface she tiptoes out with a smirk, Akwa rolls their eyes and shouts back to her.

"Yeah we can just walk right up to the place from what I can tell. They might have some security inside but that front door is unlocked."

X pulls a K-Cannon off her back and leads the charge towards the compound. She gets to the large door and flings it open with one arm.

They enter the long glass hallway leading to what they think is Plutarch's chamber, when a robot resembling a posh usher steps in front of X. She shoots him a mean side-eye.

"Umm yes excuse me ma'am, but we regret to inform you all energy-based weaponry must be confiscateGAH AHH zzrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT"

While the distinguished robot was making his speech, X had reached up and snapped off a piece of heavy chain and began strangling the mechanical messenger. As she snapped the chain tight, popping off his head, dozens of mishapen but rowdy looking robots entered from behind the group.

X went wild-eyed and started swinging the chain over her head as Immigrant Song started playing. Even though these robots were specifically made to not feel fear, they knew when to get the fuck out of the way. But as they tried to flee they realized where the chain came from. It was the one used keep the bay door open.

Metal body parts were flyin' everywhere. Akwa and Tamesis just stood back, partially because they were awe struck, but mostly because, to quote Akwa, "I ain't gettin' near that crazy ass fucker for any amount of money.". When the chaos had settled all that could be seen was X standing over a robot in the far corner of the room.

It was holding a chair, blocking the whipping blows from the chain. After a couple more brutal swings, X ripped the chair from it's hands. As the bot stood up to run, she swung the chair and smashed them so hard they accordian'd down into a small pile of rusty scrap metal.

Akwa observes the door before them, then tightens their eyes looking at the deep indentation within the metal lock. Opening up their Comm-Band again, they start looking through information at a rapid pace. Tamesis grabs one of the robot's hands from the edges of the chair as X stands over the heap of steel. She puts it into a slot next to the ornate door at the end of the hall and it opens with a pressurized hiss. Akwa looks puzzled.

"How'd you know that would work?"

Tamesis tosses the hand aside.

"All the bots are random hunks of junk, but their hands were the same. Pretty obvious really." When the gap widens enough for them, the group dips underneath the door and enters the chamber. X enters first and starts running towards the throne at the center of the room.

"You will die!", the thunderous screams of the hulking bodyguard echo throughout the room. As Tamesis and Akwa reach down for their weapons they feel something fly past them, and hear a large crash behind them.

"What...the hell...was that?", X says hoarsely before slumping over and passing out on the ground. "Akwa, this shit is crazy and we ain't gettin' paid for it, grab her and let's get the fuck out of here!"

Akwa strains to keep their beefy companion up as they approach the door and toss her under it. They turn around to Tamesis and notice her helmet is off. Without turning around she kicks Akwa under the door.

"Go to the ship, now."

The large door slams shut violently, but from under it a blue light emerges as Akwa drags X out to their escape. The building begins to shake, and bay lights flicker before turning off completely, then the light is soon replaced with the blinding blue glow. Testing their sidearm, Akwa notices all systems are now functioning. They bring out a porcelain white canister, then after fiddling with their Comm-Band, it morphs into a plasma welder.

Cutting a large hole through the bay door, Akwa quickly pushes X outside and then slides through. As they go to pick up X and run, they hear a pained scream steadily rising in volume. They peer down the hallway and see the blue light has softened, so much so that it's almost completely dark. With the light on their Comm-Band, they see Plutarch's chamber falling to pieces.

As a figure dashes towards the now opened chamber door they trip, and it comes slamming down on their back as they try to crawl away. A yelp rings in Akwa's ears. Heavy breathing turns to a sick gargling as the enormous door crushes down on them. Akwa looks behind themselves towards the ship.

"Fuck it."

Akwa dives back through the hole in the door. With a swipe at their Comm-Band they are now holding a sleek energy rifle, as they charge down the dimly lit hallway. While dodging falling rubble Akwa speaks.

"Don't worry, I can get you outta here, we got a Medbot back at the base, we'll be there in like, 2 minutes flat, you'll live..."

The door quickly rises and once again the blue light blinds Akwa.

"I hope you don't plan on taking a damn lich with us."

Akwa blocks some of the light with their hand, and notices Tamesis standing there. It's the first time they have seen her without her visor on, and her eyes look like an ocean of crashing waves.

"Look, we gotta get out of here, so stop staring at me. I'll explain on the ship. Okay?"

As they walk up the ramp of the ship, Plutarch's mansion becomes filled with roaring flames, which quickly die out when exposed to the emptiness of space. The crew sits around the small table in the cramped cabin, knowing they have a couple of hours until they get back to Earth.

"So Tamesis, what the fuck happened back there?", says X after she drops the large box of cargo in front of Akwa. They start digging into it.

Tamesis takes her helmet off, "Sure. I'm..."

Akwa pulls a manual from the crate, "I KNEW IT! IT'S A FUCKIN' SEXBOT!"

The End.

[punk-punk]

It’s finally finished! I wanted to make this comic for the snap election, but if the Tories win I feel like it’s gonna be relevant for the next few years. 

I messaged a few of the spoonie blogs I follow to see if they would be okay with me tagging them in this. I got responses from @spooniediaries and @heyatleastitsnotcancer but I didn’t want to tag anyone else who hadn’t given me their consent.

Caption/script under the cut - please reblog and share. (Note: the captioning is reaaaaally long - it might crash your phone if you’re on mobile).

We Can’t Keep Quiet. By Holly Gray.

So Brexit happened. Nigel Farage released a campaign poster depicting Syrian refugees in a way that was disturbingly similiar to a Nazi propaganda film that referred to Jewish people as “parasites”. [Drawings of the campaign poster compared to the still from the Nazi propaganda film. Both pictures show a large line of refugees. The campaign poster has the slogan “Breaking Point”, with Nigel Farage stood in front gesturing to it.]

Hate crimes rose by 50% to 100% between July and September 2016. (Sources listed underneath this statistic are the Independent, the BBC and AlJazeera.) [Drawing is of a Muslim woman wearing a purple niqab.]

The Leave campaign said that the money we send to the EU could be spent on the NHS. Only a few hours after the results came in they said: “Well it could be spent on the NHS, but that doesn’t mean it will.” [Drawing of a red bus across two comic panels. Painted on the bus is the slogan “We send the EU £350 milion a week - let’s fund our NHS instead.”]

Text in box: Islamophobia. Racism. Ableism. Classism. These unaddressed issues were already a massive problem in our society. 

But the growing popularity of the far right has made it a lot easier to exploit the most vulnerable in society.

I’m not a Muslim, and I’m not a refugee. I cannot begin to understand those unique experiences, so I won’t speak over other activists who can do a much better job than me. Even though I have a disability, my experience will not be the same as other disabled people. In a shock twist: we aren’t all the same! [Surrounded by doodles of medication, electrodes and a cane.]

The new Personal Independence Payment (PIP) forces people to go through exhausting and demoralising assessments. [Speech bubbles of what people have been told: “You could improve”, “You’re too young to have that, are you sure?”, “Why haven’t you killed yourself yet?” (ACTUALLY HAPPENED).] 

[Speech bubble with quote (I paraphrased) from MP George Freeman saying “We need to use our resources for REAL disabilities, not anxiety and depression”] You do not get to MURDER us then use us as an excuse to throw mentally ill people under the bus”.

People are having their accessible vehicles taken away. People can’t get to work, to see friends or to get to important meetings. Public transport can be unreliable, and can still add a lot of walking, time and anxiety to your commute. [Drawing of the blue disability symbol.]

We are portrayed as lazy, benefit cheats, drains on the NHS, and drug seeking. [Two drawings: one is of an X-ray of a ribcage, one is of a sloth.] The sloth is supposed to show laziness. I just like sloths.

Disabled people are almost always left out of the conversation. 

Box 1: If we can’t physically protest, or if your march doesn’t accommodate us, we can’t get our message out. If we aren’t represented, who’s going to speak for us? Box 2: If someone does speak for us, will they represent us accurately? Or will we only be supported if we can work, or if we have a positive attitude, or if we ‘inspire’ able-bodied people?

[Drawing of dozens of white flowers lying on grass.] In 2013 one flower was laid in Parliament Square for each person who died after being declared fit to work. According to ‘Crip the Vote’ UK, the number of people who have died as a result of losing their benefits and being declared fit to work over the last seven years is more than 10,000. Based on statistics released by the Department of Work and Pensions. Sources: Vox Political, The Independent, Huffington Post, and Black Triangle Campaign. 

Red box: This is a systematic genocide of disabled people.

[Drawing of the UN logo for Human Rights Commission.] The UN is currently investigating us for human rights violations against people with disabilities. The Conservative Party wants to repeal the Human Rights Act. Coincidentally.  What do you think their replacement will look like? Will they find themselves responsible for the deaths of thousands of disabled people?

Or will the Tory Human Rights Act conveniently skip over some of the finer details of our rights? With a Human Rights Act authored by those committing the violations, it will be significantly easier to exploit us and regard us as less than human.

So what can we do?

Learn: [drawing shows a golden retriever wearing a pink harness that says SERVICE on it. Speech bubble saying “Don’t pet service dogs - they’re working and can’t get distracted.”] Listen to us: [drawing shows a YouTube video of a girl vlogging with the video title “How I Cope with Chronic Illness”] Speak up: [drawing shows two speech bubbles. The first says “Make the workplace more accessible!” The second says “How do you plan to improve mental health services?”] Vote: [drawing shows the word VOTE in black letters on a red and blue background. The V is the hand emoji making the peace symbol.]

HAVE COMPASSION.

We can’t keep quiet.