#We'll see how the masses react to that one

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These are fucking awful I'll make them better tomorrow

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"A needed Relief "

Silcoxf!reader oneshot

Warnings: smut (MDNI), 18+, sex scenes, consensual sex, established relationship.

Summary: After a shitty day and a failed experiment, Silco returns to his office to find a way to release his tension.

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Silco's Pov

Shit, shit, shit. Just mere shit.

That is how Silco would have described the day that's just passed. Nothing went accordingly to the plan and the results left him with a bunch of dead bodies and more problems. The security check of the newest invention of Singed was supposed to go smoothly, the doctor did say to him that the new creature would have been mentally stable, not like the last time. As soon as the beast was released from its cage, it attacked the two guards around the doctor, killing them almost instantly and went straight to Silco. The minimal brutal force of the beast was enough to throw the man on the other side of the room, causing his back to collide with the solid rock wall. The air left his lungs after the impact, his good eye went black for a few seconds and his eyesight was totally compromised.

Silco was used to violence and finding himself in difficult situations has always been part of the routine, since he worked as a miner. His body reacted with automatic and calculated moves, grabbing the gun tied to his thigh and firing at the creature. The bullet went right trought its left eye, but the monster did stop for just a fraction of second before continuing his charge against the man. Silco grabbed the knife as a final decision, if he was going down, he wouldn't have gone without a fight. Moments before the impact, a flash passed before his eyes and an hurting memory was enough to take his feet off the floor and attack the creature with an enormous adrenaline rush. The memory was something distant but beared in his mind in an indelible way, like a large scar inside his heart. Two pair of hands suffocating him, keeping his head under velenous waters, which were already eating alive his damaged left eye. The sight of a friend's face, once so close and so brotherly loved, now transformed into something horrendous and atrocious.

The rush of adrenaline caused by the hurtful memory was the last thing needed by the man to assault the beast with the knife in one hand and the gun in the other, with a scream that contained all his hate and a primal attachment to life, Silco jumped.

The landing was unexpected, given the fact that the man found himself on the floor on the other side of the room. Looking at his left, a surprising yet appreciated vision caused a little satisfied smile to form on his face, glad to see his second in charge doing her job. "And in a wonderful way", he thought.

Sevika was on the beast and her mechanical arm was buzzing, busy with the amputation of the monster's head.

"Thank Janna, she was there..." thought Silco, before turning to Singed.

While in the background some horrendous noises were still going on, Silco kneeled down at the same level of the doctor.

"Next time, make its goddam brain at least a bit normal and manageable... or you'll end up as that mass of shimmer and shit". Singed turned his head to see Sevika, busy getting the violaceus blood off her arm. With a grin, the woman looked at the doctor and pointed her knife at him.

"Let's return to the Last Drop, Sevika. We'll see each other the next week, doctor, and I'll be waiting for better results". Slamming the door behind her, Sevika and Silco left the place.

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Finding himself outside his office, the man esitates a bit before opening the door, hearing some noise inside the room. Silco grabs the gun with his free hand one more time today, rethinking his life choices for once. With a big sigh, the man opens the door with a kick and points the gun ahead of him, moving his head from left to right to find the intruder.

And then, behind his desk, enlightened by the big greenish window on one side of the room, the chair turns to reveal a sight that immediately relaxes his sore shoulders and makes him drop his arms.

"Hi, why are you here?" Silco says with a tired voice, letting the gun down.

Silco leaves the spot at the door to go near the figure and, as he approach, his lungs fills with her perfume, causing his body to relax as he set his eyes on the girl sitting on the chair. He cannot resist but think how his life has changed since the two of you encountered during his research for the creation of shimmer. Singed was definitely the main author of the project and the drug, but also her contribution had been essential in the creation of the empire of Zaun.

Silco's nights were not anymore hours of interminable pain and regret, or planification for the next attack, the next drug deal, the next money exchange. During the nights in which he let himslef rest for more than a few hours, her company was like fresh air compared to the filthy and toxic one of Zaun. She was his rock, his safe harbour were he could let himself being vulnerable, even though Silco was not used to let himself go off completely, being always alert of every possible problem and danger.

"Is that the way to say that you have missed me, for not having seen me in days?" The girl say with a frown on her face and a slightly hirritated tone. "Thank you so much, Sil".

Hearing her tone and the nickname, a bit of guilt starts to hug the man's heart and with a sigh he places his arms around her chest, leaving the gun on the desk and resting his face in between her head and shoulder.

"Sorry, darling, my day was shitty as hell, and I am not in a good mood. But I am sorry for the way I talked to you." Silco was still learning to control his anger and was trying not to target it against his loved one, being her not responsible for any of his trouble. It was just the hard work of every day and the lack of sleep, probably. "How was your day? Better than mine indeed" says the man, plopping himself on the couch, finding a comfortable position for his sore back.

"Mhhh, I didn't do much today, rest day. But I helped the little Jinx with her project. She goes around and paints everything that comes in her sight. Look what she did for you!" the girl says, handing over to him his ashtray, now coloured in bright pink with blue lines.

"Looks good, darling. Come here, sit with me, please. " Doing as he asks, the obedient girl sits herself near him on the old couch of the office, letting one arm resting on her legs, while with the other one, she starts strocking his hair. "I am so grateful when you help me with the little one, a hand is always useful and I am trying to be the best for her and to teach her the way of the world, but it is not always so easy. This world is a cruel place, and if she doesn't understand her place and gains power, she'll be devoured by the city itself. The meeting today with Singed was shit and everything went wrong. I have to find a solution if the old man doesn't find one." Silco speaks with a low groan in his voice, letting his hand rest on his forehead, sensing the approaching headache that will keep him up all night.

Thanks Janna, there was Sevika saving my ass, but it was something he would never admit to anyone.

"I am sorry, Sil. Do you want me to alleviate the pain a bit?" The girl says, lifting a bit up her figure from the couch. "You know my methods always works with you".

Being in a relatively long relationship, Silco knows what the girl is up to and the mischievous look in her eyes can mean just one thing. Anchoring his multicolored eyes to her face and watching deeply into hers, Silco answers:

"Daddy would be so proud if the little darling would help with the pain"

Without esitation, the girl lifts herself from the couch, sitting right into his lap, legs spread apart and hands on his chest to let an illusion of space between them. Silco is not surprised by the sudden action, his growing desire starts to burn into his chest and without any hesitation, one of his hands goes to rest on the lower back of the girl, while the other one goes for her hair, strocking gently the back of her head.

"Nice initiative, darling. What are you gonna do now that you find yourself in this position?" Silco wasn't so acquainted with being submissive, and the position he was in wasn't helping his frustration and will to have control over something, having just experienced a very shitty day. "I'll let you have five minutes of control, little one, just 'cause I feel generous today. Do your best with the time I give you".

The girl doesn't wait another second and starts to kiss Silco. The encounter of his mouth with hers is the final need of the man before letting it all go, allowing the relax to enter his body and with a deep sigh, he finally feels safe, with tha arms of his darling all around him. The taste of her lips is like liquid honey to him, something one would like to taste all day and all night, but the empire of Zaun won't be build in just one day and the city needs to be guarded and guided by the man. A little sense of what can be similar to sadness starts to arise from his chest, sensing some guilt for the numerous nights in which Silco must work and isn't able to fulfill his duty of boyfriend. The eternal sleepless nights, lived behind piles of papers and letters, while the girl sleeps alone in his bed, is something that hunts him in moments like that, when he can relax.

But Silco is not used to let such emotions take control of his heart, mind and body and the reaction is not late to arrive.

Wanting more from the simple kisses he is giving to her, Silco opens his mouth to let his toungue explore the insides of her mounth, without wasting time asking for the permission. The simple and intimate atmosphere of before suddenly changes and a new wave of heat flows into his body, starting from a much lower place than the chest, this time.

With the new sudden need for more contact, Silco finds a more confortable position on the couch and lets his body get in contact with the one of her, deleting all of the left space between them. The sudden contact of the centre of her spread legs with his crotch, makes him leave out a rough sigh, wanting more than just a simple contact. Without stopping from kissing her, Silco lifts the girl's shirt up, reveling her bare chest without any type of support. Interrupting the kiss just to admire what was already his, throwing her shirt on the floor, the man says:

"Your time is up darling, now Daddy decided what to do with you".

"As you want, Sil. You know I am yours." the girl responds.

Silco doesn't waste any more time and, taking off his shirt, he breaks again the distance between their bodies, melting into the feel of her body's heat against his bare chest. After that, another session of passionate kisses starts and the urging need growing in his pants becomes every minute more and more demanding. He cannot resist to her touch, he cannot resist to her body, he cannot resist to her soul. Silco arises his legs and meets the intimate part of the girl, wanting to provoke her and release a bit of his frustation at the same time. Her reaction his repentine and as soon as he comes in contact with her, the girl starts to mimic his movements, a wetness spreading onto her underwear.

"Sil, please... I can't resist for long". Silco understand the urge of the girl and with a smirk on his face, suddenly the man gets up and, lifting his loved one, goes to the other room. The bedroom is clean, tied up and doesn't seem to be used very much. Silco was using the room as a spare storage for the Last Drop, but things changed once the relationship started to become more serious, and he transformed the room into a bedroom for the girl, if ever she wanted to sleep there.

With one feet, the man opens the door and lays down the girl on the bed, big enough for the both of them. Silco senses the urging need in his pants, so, without waste of time, unbottoms his pants and throws them on the floor, before starting to undress the girl. After having taken her pants and underwear, the vision of her naked body on the bed is something that Silco has missed so much since the last time they have seen each other. Every curve of her body is in the right place, he knows every mark, every scar, every mole on that sweet and delicate skin.

"I have missed this, darling. Remind me to fuck you more often, please". Laughing at his words, the girl opens her arms to embrace him into an intimate hug, resulting in both of them on the bed. Silco embraces her into the hug and kisses her on the cheek, but for just one second before the contact of his lenght encounters her wet spot, sending a rush trought his nervous system.

"Now, let me fuck you, pretty one"

Aligning his tip with her entrance, Silco lets himself inside with a low groan, sending shivers through his spine and a hot pleasure spreads from his member. Feeling her wet, hot spot and the tight pressure on his lenght is something that drives him crazy and, bending down, he bites the girl's shoulder, leaving a visible red mark.

"Now, you are mine"

Starting with a slow piece, the man rises in order to have a complete vision of the mess his lovers is, with her hair spread all over the pillow and a redness on her face that makes her even more beautiful, ready to give all of her to the man. Ready to fulfill all of his desires. Speeding up the peace of his movements, the struggle of Silco starts to rise, looking down at his pleased darling and seeing her in such a position.

"Daddy will make you cum, little one. Don't worry, I got you"

Letting the girl moan in pleasure, Silco trusts himself into her one last time, before exiting without any warning, leaving the girl into a struggling position. Everything in the body of the man is screaming, every bone wants more, every cell wants to let out and his trobbing member reminds him of his pressing needs.

"On top now, darling" , asks the man with a demanding tone.

The girl leaves out a sigh and changes position, finding herself on the top of Silco. Admiring her from above is one of his favourite activities, but the sight of her on top of him is even better. Despite being under, Silco knows he still has the control in the situation and, with one hand on her back and the other one guiding his length, he enters just one more time. The wetness of her insides is enough to let him almost arrive at the end, but with a strong will, Silco imposes to himself and his instincts to let her cum first, being the gentleman that he is.

With a fast pace, Silco starts thrusting into her with his full length, reaching the soft spot at the top of her insides. The girl aches and the sensation given by the sudden change in her position doesn't help Silco with his mission. Feeling her wetness and tightness around him, he thrusts again, lifting his hips from the bed. One, two, three times, while the girl follows his movements.

"Sil, fuck, I cannot resist much more"

"Cum for me, darling, please" asks Silco with the little voice he can retrieve from all the moaning that was going on.

"Fuck, I am gonna cum..." the girl quickens her pace and movements of up and down, back and forth, allowing Silco to feel the rubbing of her clitoris against his lower belly. With a low moan and trembling legs, the girl orgasms and her walls reduce the already small distance with his member, causing an involontary spasm from the man.

"Little one" says Silco with a very demanding voice "resists a bit more, I cannot let you rest now" and, withous waiting for her reply, Silco grabs her hips and thrusts his waist even harder than before inside her, causing the girl to arch again. Every fibre of the man is screaming in pleasure and his throbbing member guides his mind, hastening the pace and drowning into the vision of his darling in such a position.

Feeling a growing urge arising from his lower parts, Silco lifts himself up and creates again a contact between their bodies. At the slightly touch of his chest with her bare breasts and her arms around his body, Silco cums with a low grown, sinking his hands into her hips, feeling his liquid building up and releasing inside of her.

Reducing his movements, Silco lets himself drown in the pillow, while with one hand guides the girl towards his chest, silently asking for contact, once more. Without taking his still pulsing member off, Silco feels the girl laying herself on his chest, while their irregular breathings try to find a shared rhythm.

Everything is peace now, the problems and struggles of the day seems to be something so far away in Silco's mind. The weight of his lover on the chest is a calming sensation, a feeling that the man knows to be a rare treasure he must protect with all of his strength. He is ready to do anything to protect what is under his legacy.

Releasing a sign of relief, gently strocking her hair, the man finally finds peace and, letting himself out and spooning her from behind, Silco falls asleep for once.

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every time i read a post about how, "silco kept fighting relentlessly for a free zaun because it's what fELiCiA wOuLd hAvE wAnTed," i add another name to my kill list (in minecraft).

we'll never fucking undo the damage s2 has done to his characterisation.

let people believe in things bigger than themselves without needing some secret twist reason. let people fight for something because they observed an injustice in the world and decided to fucking do something about it, without needing a personal motivation tied to a tragic dead friend/family member/lover/whatever.

it is one thing for s1 to acknowledge that, while silco was always a true believer, his trauma at vander's hands is responsible for informing his view on the need for unflinching ruthlessness; for excising weakness. but s2 is now vander-ifying silco and fandom is eating it right up; making him 'more sympathetic' by suggesting that his determination to keep fighting in the first place was in some way tied to a lost loved one. because in a liberal media framework that serves the interest of capital, it is dangerous to suggest that someone can be motivated by purely ideological reasons and still be sympathetic. can still be right to want what they want, or do what they do.

i'm gonna make Outlaw Kings & Rebellion Chic required reading for everyone, and have included more extracts under the cut, but in summary:

Violence that does not proceed from personal injury requires no such breakdown. This kind of primarily ideological violence can be directed against a perfectly functional system - functional, at least, for the perpetrator - simply because it appears the ‘just’ thing to do. No wonder, then, that in our mass media, the characters practising ideological violence are cast as morally unsound. If normality is not self-evident but a site of contention, then it problematises easy narratives of rebels vs tyrants. And if dispute over the political system is enough to justify force, then that implies violence against the modern Western state, even its violent overthrow, could be justifiable. This is understandably concerning for many writers, who tend to come from backgrounds closer to the Lannisters than the ‘smallfolk’.

If a person can commit violence simply because they believe it’s right, without any hidden ambition, then nothing stops us from acting to change the world.

Separately, there is in screenwriting a kind of uncodified rule: villains act, heroes react. The hero, according to traditional Hollywood structure, can’t fulfil their destiny until an extraordinary event drags them out of the world they know. More often than not, that event begins with the villain. Harry Potter is only the Chosen One because Lord Voldemort killed his parents. Luke Skywalker would have stayed on Tatooine dreaming of adventure, until Darth Vader’s attack on a rebel ship sends a secret message to his farm. Frodo would be safe and happy in Hobbiton if not for Sauron. Heroes rarely set out to change the world. Villains want change, and heroes run to keep up. [...] Many of these characters live with occupation, oppression, and state brutality as part of their daily lives, but they don’t turn to violent resistance until their families are directly threatened or killed. When heroes commit political violence, it must be to avenge a personal injury. This is supposed to be substantively different from political violence committed for ideological reasons, which receives a much less sympathetic treatment. [...] When we see violent characters who kill for primarily political reasons, they are often anti-heroes at best, outright villains at worst. The idea of the full circle revolution - of the secret dictator hiding in the throat of every rebel leader, waiting to leap out and betray the non-ideological hero - is utterly pervasive. It appears in videogames, where good old-fashioned all-American heroes like Jim Raynor of Starcraft or Booker DeWitt of Bioshock Infinite are betrayed by villainous revolutionaries Arcturus Mengsk and Daisy Fitzroy (and after all they’ve done for them!). It is common in films, from supervillains like Magneto and Killmonger, liberationists written as would-be conquerors, to the rebels of The Hunger Games, who vote to continue the games as soon as they’re in power, except with the children of the dethroned elite rather than the children of the poor. The same reversal is mentioned in A Song of Ice and Fire, where rebel slaves, once liberated, enslave their former masters; in the TV version, an evil fundamentalist visits the kind of cruelty on the King’s Landing nobility that they visited on others. In all these examples we see an echo of the primal fear of every oppressive class, the nightmare at the heart of modern white supremacy: what if someone did to us what we’ve done to them? Liberation is re-imagined as the world turned not so much upside-down but mirrored. [...]

Rensin attributes the hatred of the High Sparrow to his hypocrisy, but I don’t think that’s quite right. What is terrible about the High Sparrow is that he has no personal grievance. He didn’t see his father killed by the ‘good guys’, like Killmonger. His family weren’t murdered by his oppressors, like Magneto. By his own account the High Sparrow was a cobbler who became disillusioned, found religion, and now, thanks to the vagaries of a civil war among the elite, finds himself in a position to overturn the social order. The feudal system of Westeros never injured him personally. He simply came to believe it should be torn down, and acted accordingly.

We seem to find this faintly repellent. We are so used to looking for an ulterior motive that, when we can’t find one, we grow uncomfortable. If a good person can commit violence simply because they believe it’s right, without any hidden ambition, then nothing stops us from acting to change the world. [...] Violence that does not proceed from personal injury requires no such breakdown. This kind of primarily ideological violence can be directed against a perfectly functional system - functional, at least, for the perpetrator - simply because it appears the ‘just’ thing to do. No wonder, then, that in our mass media, the characters practising ideological violence are cast as morally unsound. If normality is not self-evident but a site of contention, then it problematises easy narratives of rebels vs tyrants. And if dispute over the political system is enough to justify force, then that implies violence against the modern Western state, even its violent overthrow, could be justifiable. This is understandably concerning for many writers, who tend to come from backgrounds closer to the Lannisters than the ‘smallfolk’.

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How fast is Yoriichi Tsugikuni? || Calculating his minimum speed

Yoriichi Tsugikuni is regarded as the most powerful character in Demon Slayer, with him being able to rival and overpower the demon king himself, Muzan Kibutsuji. He is renowned for his exceptional speed and agility; however, the true extent of his speed remains uncertain due to the lack of comparable benchmarks. 

Therefore, today I will make an effort to clarify some of the confusion by applying some of my knowledge to estimate the average speed of this character. From here, you are free to interpret and use this information as you see fit. 

NOTE: SIGNIFICANT FIGURES UPTO 3 DIGITS AFTER THE DECIMAL POINT 

⚠ SPOILER WARNING ⚠

⨳ Muzan's Explosion: Detonation or Deflagration?

To begin, let us examine this image. If we want to determine Yoriichi's speed, then we obviously have to know the relative speed of some other body that we can compare it with. In this case, we will consider Muzan's explosion. [Not using NLM or COLM as it doesn't consider the huge amount of force being exerted]

In an explosion, an internal impulse (force per unit time) acts in order to propel the parts of a given mass into many fragments in different directions. After the explosion, the individual parts of the system have momentum. Obviously, if a body has momentum, it would mean it has a velocity as well, as momentum (p) ∝ v. 

Explosions can be further classified into detonations and delafegations:

[Defragrations: Energy released is in the form of heat like in a flash fire. It requires fuel an external oxidizing agent, rely on the external pressure and are considerably more stable.] [Detonations: Energy is released in the form of high pressure (force). Does not require a fuel and doesn't depend on the external pressure, and involves chemicaly unstable molecules, which instantaneously split that recombine into different products.]

[Defragrations VS Detonations] You can refer to this link for more information. However, to keep this post concise, I will outline a straightforward distinction between the two

⇒ Muzan's explosion is more likely that of a Detonation, rather than a deflagration.

⨳ Muzan's Detonating Speed:

Detonation velocity depends on a number of factors, such as density, it's state, charge diameter and temperature. For solids and liquids, these velocities usually range from 4000 m/s-10300 m/s. Muzan's density is likely similar to that of a human, around 1000 kg/m³ or 1g/cm³. .. Let's compare this density to that of regular explosives:

link here

Although, we can see the closest explosives to Muzan's density are 1.___ ones. However, we can also see even then these velocities aren't propotional to their ascending order of densities, but it does give us some insight.

Though, we cannot determine his charge diameter and temperature [although his flesh appears very red]. Plus, there also seems to be one compound in the given table [ansu] which only has a detonation velocity of a mere 3400m/s. So.. it is very difficult to make assumptions here. So to remain neutral, we will just use the lowest speed value, ie 4000 m/s.

⇒ Hence, we can safely conclude, that muzan likely detonates with the minimum speed of 4000m/s.

⨳ Yoriichi's Attack Range and the Time Needed For Him to Cut All the Peices of Muzan

To evaluate Yoriichi's speed, we will first calculate the total time it would take for him to react and effectively cut all of Muzan's pieces [excluding the 300 pieces, which we will discuss later] before he has the chance to escape.  

So for that, first, we need to determine Yoriichi's attack range by measuring his arm length. Instead of making an estimation using measurements of an average male arm, I decided to accurately measure this out myself:

We know Yoriichi is approximately 6.3 feet tall, which is about 2.6 times the length of his arms. Based on this, we can conclude his arm to be around 73.07 cm. (190/2.6) + sword length (we'll take the average of 65 cm)   

ie = 1.381 m So, the maximum time needed for him to cut down muzan would be: ∴ 1.381 ÷ 4000

⇒ ~0.000345 seconds

⨳ Distance Covered By Yoriichi:

 [I think if you know a bit about physics, you might see where I'm headed.] We know that speed = distance/time. We have already determined the time, and now we need to find the distance to calculate the speed. How can we do that? We can begin by figuring out the total distance Yoriichi's arms cover while swinging the sword:

 To do this, let's refer to the image above. If we examine it closely, we can see that Yoriichi creates arcs with his sword, forming almost a complete circle

Please excuse my silly drawing, but this is my idea of the sword arc. I imagine it as two-thirds of a circle instead of a semi-circle.     

To find the arc length, we will use 2πr �� 2/3 Radius: Yoriichi's arms and sword  ∴ 2 × 22/7 × 1.381 × 2/3

= 5.786 m is the length of each slash

⨳ How Many Slashes Did Yoriichi Make?

To finalise, we will check how many slashes he made to cut muzan. Clearly, he wasn't making just one slash for each cut, as that would be very impractical. So, let's see how much work he is doing here: 

Once again, in the image above, we can see that he cuts multiple pieces of Muzan with each slash. On average, let's say he cuts about 2.5 pieces per slash. The picture shows him cutting 4 pieces with one slash and only 1 with another, with one piece just hovering, so the average:

(4 + 1) ÷ 2 = 2.5.  

Now, he also mentions that he cut around 1500 pieces of Muzan, so we can divide to find the total number of slashes he made. That is:

1500 ÷ 2.5

⇒ ie; He made 600 slashes during that time. 

⨳ Yoriichi's Average Striking Speed

Finally, for the moment we all have been waiting for. The speed by which Yoriichi is moving his arms would be: 

n(number of slashes)×distance covered by Yoriichi/max. time frame  = (600×5.786)/0.000345

~10,062,608.696 m/s

For Comparison: this is about 29,337 times faster than sound. ▪︎Have you guys ever played fruit ninja before? If you have, just picture Yoriichi taking on that game in real life; Number of slashes/frequency [1/T]= striking speed/ distance covered (gonna take 1/3 of the circumference of his slashes) Ie n= 10,062,608.696 ÷ (1/3 × 2 × 3.141 × 5.786) ∴ Slashes per second= ~ 831,361 So, if you were to toss about 8 hundred and 31 thousand fruits into the air, Yoriichi would be able to slice through them all in just one second! Meanwhile, I’m here taking like two entire minutes to chop an apple.

⨳ Yoriichi's Average Running Speed

So we have found out Yoriichi's striking speed; however, that doesn't tell us anything about how fast he can run. Since we're already looking into Yoriichi's speed, why not find out about his running speed as well? 

"In an average person, the legs are able to push roughly four times as much weight as the arms can pull. What's more, the legs have an even better advantage when it comes to endurance." 

Although there is no relationship between strength and speed, let us just try finding it ourselves.  

 Fleg-mg= ma (force exerted to lift your leg. Could have used the work formula, but then I realised that you're probably not doing any work when it's your own body. The same could be said for the force, however. Though this is an idealised situation and it really doesn't matter because:) ∴ Fleg∝a a∝v Let force required to push your arm be be f⁰ & leg be f Since f⁰ and f = 1:4 => f⁰/f=v⁰/v = v⁰/v= 1:4

This would mean the legs must also be 4 times faster than the arms.

Ie: 10,062,608.696 m/s ×4

= 40,250,434.784 m/s

For comparison: The speed of light, 299,792,458 m/s is only about 7× faster than Yoriichi's running speed. ▪︎If Yoriichi were to complete a journey around the entire Earth, traversing its full circumference, the time required for this would be: Earth's circumference: 40,075,000 meters Calculation: 40,075,000 ÷ 40,250,434.784 = 0.996 seconds [Wow.. now that's fast o-o] So imagine, if you ever find yourself missing a flight and in desperate need to get somewhere, all you have to do is call Yoriichi. He’ll have you zooming off faster than you can say “I missed my flight"!

poor muzan..

-> The distance between two countries [say, Japan to brazil] would be about 17,371 km (pretty sure it's not the road distance, so lets just just imagine Yoriichi can run on water) Time=d/s = 17371000/40,250,434.784 ...0.4 seconds to reach there.

▪︎But instead of a circumference; what about him covering the entire surface area of the earth? [not the area, but the entire outer surface, covering eacg and every path possible. Just visualize unfolding the entire earth into a flat ground.] So: 4πr² [csa/tsa] =4×3.141×6,371,000× 6,371,000 =509,805,890,960,000 m So the time: 509,805,890,960,000/40,250,434.784 12,665,848.050 seconds Which is about 3,518 hours Which is about 4 months I know now this looks kind of slow, but trust me- this is extremely fast. This pace equates to covering the entire circumference of the Earth approximately 29,348,102 times.. (29 million times)

⨳ Final Thoughts:

A/N: I tried my best to keep this entire post simple and concise as possible. For some reason though, I still feel like it might be more technical than I intended. I’m not sure this post will get much attention because of that. It doesnt matter though, I really enjoyed putting all of this together. I truly hope it proves helpful to someone out there who might find this interesting.

And to anyone who made it till here, I thank you wholeheartedly!! You’re amazing for sticking with all this. And if you think that I may have made any mistakes, then feel free to correct me!

Sources:

Leg Strength as a Limiting Factor, climbstrong Detonation velocity, wikipedia Table of explosive detonation velocities

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Why I don't expect promotion for Muse to be similar to RPWP or Golden...

...or any other release before that.

Smeraldo Garden Marching Band is doing well for not having it's artist available. In fact it is outstanding. There were many other prominent artists who released music on the same day and are currently hitting up the interview circuit and other promotional activities. Our boy debuts at #4 on Global Spotify and he's somewhere on a military base.

See the post here.

That is pretty outstanding for not having the artist available to promote. Name another artist in which this has happened.

Perhaps a dead one... let's just not go there.

"But the Youtube views are low..."

I think since the popularity of Tiktok, the use of YouTube and therefore its influence has diminished somewhat. That doesn't mean there shouldn't be more views. We all know the challenges we have with YouTube. We just have to do the best we can with using YouTube.

Help boost views. Watch the MV here.

"But Right Place Wrong Person was heavily promoted..."

Namjoon was all over his own IG often, almost every day for a while, along with the staff he appointed to post on the @rpwprpwprpwp Instagram account. Perhaps this created a perception that RPWP had some heavy promotion when he was doing all that himself and it was keeping it in front of us so consistently.

The BigHit instagram chat channel is being used for Muse and has been very engaging. It is convenient for Jimin in case he is able and does repost or create a story with any of that content.

I've seen a lot of buzz in the media on both sides of the Pacific regarding SGMB and Muse. That means BigHit sent out press kits. I saw at least one radio group posting they had the song and it was ready to include in their rotations. We'll see if they actually follow through. But that means BigHit sent it to radio.

"Jimin and the members need to post about it..."

It is more of a challenge for Jimin and Jungkook to be online because of the location of their base. If it is in the mountains as was mentioned earlier this year, their internet connection may not be as reliable or strong enough to allow much use. Soldiers may also be restricted as to if they can even use it if the base itself needs it for military operations or if its encrypted for security or whatever myriad of reasons why they can't access it.

If they had reliable internet service where they are, we'd be seeing JK on TikTok more often. But... perhaps TikTok is one of those apps that they are discouraged from using as it is China-based and why JK created the Instagram account for Bam.

Perhaps they are free to do what they want only when OFF base and out of the area during their days off. We don't know what their restrictions are.

People just have to come down to earth and think. Jimin is in the military. I'm most certain that Jimin is being Jimin and focused on his duties. He is wearing fatigues and a helmet and going out everyday doing drills and training including firing ammunition out of a big ass piece of warfare equipment. He is listening to reports from his commanders about what is going on regarding North Korea and what his base will be expected to do if anything should escalate. He should be focused on his duties not focused on what is happening out here.

It is Saturday. Not sure what their alert status might be on a weekend. But we have to be cognizant that JM and JK are the closest to the DMZ of any of the members and will be activated first should anything occur.

I am constantly thinking about how every time we hear of nonsense from NK that JM and JK have to hear it every day too and any contingency they will be ready for in case anythng happens.

NK fired missiles the other day. Yesterday maybe? Some sort of rocket that can launch multiple missiles in one shot. It's chilling. Now imagine you are mere miles from the border and must react with your own weapons of mass destruction should anything become more aggressive.

Jimin worked and created, then he left it for us while he is doing his duty. I'm never going to expect him to do anything else until he is discharged. Unless he is able and wants to. Otherwise I want him doing what he feels he needs to do in order to get through this for himself and Jungkook.

I am very, very happy Namjoon was able to and wanted to participate in his own album's release as much as he was able. But some people have the same expectation that Jimin should too.

I'm never going to expect it from Jimin.

"The company is not doing enough..."

Surely everyone knows this is not a big long vacation for them. It may be a break from their careers and their real personal lives but its not a vacation by any means.

They keep saying its not easy. Perhaps they mean its not easy sitting in a military base carrying out a routine day in day out.

Or perhaps they say its not easy because they are on constant alert. They cannot give any details because their locations and their activities are classified information. Surely, surely, people can realize that right?

See? My brain is always thinking I just don't say a lot of what it comes up with. Because it serves no purpose to talk about it except to create worry. Just like people screaming at the company, it creates stress and negativity.

There is only so much public facing promoting the company can achieve especially when its been planned with the artist's involvement. Since I don't know (and neither does anyone else) what the entire promotion plan is, how can anyone speak on the promotion plan? Just because another member's release was handled a certain way does that mean it should be done the same for all? Not necessarily.

Stationhead listening party schedule:

This is an ad I just saw from BigHit.

Yes, this is an ad and not a repost, I've seen it twice already and it is not on the @BTS_bighit accounts feed:

These are posts promoting SGMB on streaming platforms:

Of course, if you use any playlists on streaming platforms, check the songs on the list and turn off/delete the ones you don't want to stream. Or create your own playlists.

The people printing their own posters, putting them up in public and asking for them to be displayed is WONDERFUL! THAT is the energy Army are known for!

Also the UK issue with the random inclusion making it disqualified. A fix may or may not be in the works. Constant screaming to the company won't make it happen faster or at all if it can't be done logistically. All screaming does is make everyone feel bad, including Jimin if he sees it.

@OfficialCharts is UK based and posted about Jimin and SGMB:

But since people began screaming since day one, every time another step in the promotion process occurs, screamers will take credit for it and vehemently scream it only happened because they were screaming when the reality is, no one knows whats on the promotion schedule.

Those of you telling people not to buy the album now but to wait and buy it when it releases? THAT IS USEFUL AND PRODUCTIVE INFORMATION!

We, as Army, know how, what and when to buy in order to impact the charts. I know you didn't forget any of that. So stop screaming and do something productive like tell people how to work around this apparent obstacle until it is fixed or in case it never gets fixed.

The screaming at BigHit to do their job is not productive or useful at all in helping Jimin at this point. It only displays negativity and lowers morale for those who don't know what to do.

We are a month away from the album's release for god's sakes, the pre-promotions are paced to keep interest.

They can't all be thrown out all at one time.

Whatever comes out as pre-promotions will be things that were planned in advance and not knee jerk reactions to the screamers.

"If we don't say anything, things will never change for Jimin."

That is your perception. Jimin is very much in control of his own life and career. He can change anything he wants to. Feel free to scream about it, I know its different strokes for different folks. But constantly screaming and trending it surrounds Jimin's activities with stress and negativity. I know you know how to communicate your concerns to the company discreetly. And we know they see our communications because they ask us for help to identify those who are carrying out slanderous and illegal activities against our guys.

If you want to help, communicate to the rest of the fandom the steps they can take to actually help increase streams, views and sales.

Even if the company plasters posters everywhere, WE, THE FANS, are still the ones who do the streaming, buying, viewing and supporting. Its in our hands now. We know what to do!

After all is said and done, I trust Jimin. He's in control of his life.

And he has Jungkook with him. That's the smartest fucking thing ever.

Please go stream it now on your preferred streaming platform.

Please go share some of the various positive news media stories out there on your socials.

[candy69gurl]

i was thinking a jjk req.

the reader is shy and kind but one day as they were pushed towards his limits and saw Yuji hurt,they lost it so they true power pops outs,they become more derangered,crazy,bloodthirtsy as they slash the head off of the enemy and did a mass genocide of their opponent and they laughed isterically covered in blood with a toothy sharp smile like this?

and they basycally become more fast and stronger

(idk this is more based on my jjk sona but...i hope its okay?)

Unstoppable

Yuji Itadori x gn!reader

Warnings- mentions of violence (fight with curse)

wc- 1.5k

Tags- @sweetchildcloud @rabbidbunwy

Your concerns prove to be prophetic. The Special Grade Cursed Spirit regroups, reemerging with renewed vigor. This time, it's bearing an even darker countenance, lunging with a vengeance. Unable to react in time, Yuji gets knocked unconscious by its unrelenting onslaught.

Helplessness floods you as you watch Yuji collapse under the Cursed Spirit's brutal attack. Fear gives way to determination, driving you to action.

You could vaguely hear their conversations as they passed by. They spoke of all sorts of things—the current status of the curse and how the first semester of school was going for them. Nothing overly interesting, but nothing to complain about either.

However, someone caught up to you quickly and walked along with you.

“Hey.”

You looked over to see a tall guy with strawberry blonde hair walking alongside you.

“Hi,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush slightly at his sudden appearance.

“I heard you’re the new kid on campus—Y/N, right?” Yuji asked, smiling warmly as he walked beside you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, still not used to hearing yourself admit such a thing out loud.

“Well, don’t worry too much. You’re among friends here,” he continued with a reassuring grin. "I'm Yuji Itadori, by the way. And we're in the same class, so we'll be seeing a lot of each other. You can come to me if you ever need help or just want to chat, alright?"

Yuji's hand brushed against yours briefly, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. He had a friendly demeanour that put you at ease, making it hard to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks felt warmed once again, and you found it difficult to meet his gaze. You managed to muster a forced smile in response.

"Thanks, Yuji... I really appreciate that. I'm still getting used to all of this." You gestured towards the school, trying to hide your nerves behind a polite facade.

As the weeks went by, you and Yuji grew increasingly comfortable with each other. The once-strained atmosphere transformed into an environment of easy camaraderie and mutual understanding. Sharing laughter, tears, joys, and fears, you began to feel a bond unlike any other.

Today, after a particularly grueling training session, you were hanging out with Yuji. The city lights flickered below, casting a prismatic glow upon both of you.

"You know…" Yuji started softly, shifting to turn onto his side to face you

"We're getting pretty close now, huh?" He asked, his eyes reflecting the twinkle of stars overhead.

"Yeah..." Your fingers hesitated before seeking out his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. "It feels like...we're unstoppable together, you know?" You whispered, glancing at Yuji's hand that now rested securely in yours. The warmth from his touch made its way up your arm, spreading throughout your entire body.

"Unstoppable," he repeated thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly.

"I like that," Yuji murmured, leaning closer to you, "you know Y/N, I don't want to lose you. Never"

You looked at his eyes, his eyes sparkled with love, "I don't want to lose you either"

"Y/N, I promise I will always protect you", he moved a strand of your hair from your face. Your lips were mere inches apart when the sweet moment between you and Yuji was abruptly interrupted by a blood-curdling scream echoing through the night air. You exchanged panicked glances before springing into action, charging towards the source of the piercing sound.

Upon reaching the location of the scream, you and Yuji found a small child, who was in the verge of death. A special grade cursed spirit, with its twisted, tendril-like limbs writhed about, wrapping the child.

Terror overwhelmed you as you beheld the horrific sight. The little child, trapped within the sinister, grasping tendrils of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit. As you retreated, fear etched every line of your features, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The sheer magnitude of the threat hit you like a ton of bricks. This was your first encounter with a Cursed Spirit - no amount of education or training could've prepared you for the raw horror of it. Tears streamed freely down your face as fear seized your heart.

Yuji, however, remained stoic, his gaze fixed firmly on the terrifying beast before him.

"Stay back!" Yuji barked, already preparing to engage the monster. He activated his cursed technique, and his eyes gleamed with determination as he lunged forward. His fists connected with the massive creature, sending shock waves through its form. The child managed to escape it's grip, running away from the area as soon as he could, crying for his mom.

From a safe distance, you watched in terror as Yuji fought valiantly against the monstrous curse. His fists lashed out with incredible speed and power, cracking the ground beneath him. Yet, the creature seemed unfazed by his assault.

Despite your overwhelming fear, you wished desperately to assist Yuji. You knew that standing idle while he risked his life would be irresponsible. However, paralyzing dread gripped your body, holding you back. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued to strike the massive entity.

In the midst of the battlefield, the air shimmered with the intensity of Yuji's battle against the colossal Cursed Spirit. Each punch sent tremors rippling through the earth as he tirelessly sought to free the trapped child. His cursed technique radiated power, painting the air with a blue aura.

Against this relentless onslaught, the creature's form quivered, yet it did not falter completely.

The air around Yuji grew thick with anticipation as he readied his ultimate move. With a swift motion, he darted forward in a blur, utilizing his Black Flash technique.

His movements became a blur, leaving streaks of distorted air in his wake. The Cursed Spirit was caught off guard, struggling to keep up with his rapid attacks. Witnessing this display left you in awe, even amidst the terror.

For a brief moment, hope sparked in your heart. Just as Yuji landed a devastating blow, the enemy's remaining tendrils recoiled, vanishing into the shadows. The freed child lay unconscious on the ground, narrowly escaping death.

Your heart pounded wildly in relief as Yuji staggered back, panting heavily from the exertion. He collapsed onto one knee, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion etching his features.

"Are you okay?" you asked him.

"I'm fine," Yuji managed, forcing a brave smile despite the strain evident in his voice. But the curse's swift strike left him comatose.

Closing your eyes tightly, you summon the courage to fight. Drawing from the lessons learned at Jujutsu High, you focused on the curse, attempting to channel your powers to aid Yuji.

The newfound resolve surges through your veins, pushing away the fear that have previously paralyzed you. With a deep breath, you focus intently on the Cursed Spirit, determine to aid Yuji.

As the enemy draws near, your cursed energy ignites, it surges into your katana. The demonic essence within you seethes, fueling a thirst for destruction. Like a frenzied predator, you unleash your power upon the Cursed Spirit. Your once-friendly features contorts into a ghastly, bloodthirsty visage as you swing your weapon, decapitating it with a single stroke.

Blood dripping from your teeth, staining your smile crimson as you laugh maniacally. "That's what you get bad for attacking innocent people," you cackle maniacally, showering the area with gore as you continue your rampage. Your laughter echoes eerily through the silent night, punctuated by the sickening crunch of each blow.

Finally, exhausted, you collapse to the ground, panting heavily. Purple Blood paints your hands and clothes, creating a gruesome tableau. Your laughter subsides, replaced by heavy breathing as the adrenaline begins to wear off. A wave of guilt and horror sweeps over you, washing away the madness. Your eyes lock with Yuji's unconscious form on the ground, and remorse floods your heart.

"Y-Yuji…" you manage, reaching out tentatively to touch his chest, checking for any signs of life.

Thankfully, Yuji stirrs slightly, his eyelids fluttering weakly. Relief washes over you as you realized he was still alive.

"Y-Yuji!" You cry out, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do that... But we couldn't let those monsters hurt you again..."

He opens his eyes slowly, gazing at you with confusion and concern.

"Y/N..."

Relief floods Yuji's expression as he recognizes your efforts to save him. Gratefulness wells up within him, culminating in a tender smile.

"You...you saved me..." He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes turn teary, "Sorry I couldn't protect you."

"No," you shake your head, wiping away a stray tear, "it's part of the job... protecting each other."

He pulls you close, and as he does, you feel a warmth spreading from your core outwards.

"Thank you..." Yuji whispers, his lips brushing against yours in an intimate gesture filled with gratitude and affection.

The kiss deepens, fervent yet gentle. The lingering scent of battle hangs heavy in the air, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment. Passionate, yet gentle, Yuji's kiss leaves you breathless. In this embrace, all outside stimuli fades away, leaving only you two.

Drawing back slightly, Yuji gazes lovingly into your eyes. "You're amazing, Y/N," his voice is husky, laced with emotion.

"Thank you, Yuji," you respond, "I am nothing without your support"

"Together we are unstoppable, Y/N", his forehead touching yours. The moonlight cast a soft glow upon your faces as you share a loving look, your hearts beating in unison.

"Always by your side, Y/N," Yuji promises fervently, leaning in for another tender kiss.

This time, the kiss is slow and deliberate, filled with love and appreciation. It lingers, fueled by the strength of your bond. When he finally breaks away, he smiles softly.

"We're going to be the strongest duo".

[nurtureoneslife]

Pure Intelligence is Silence.

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Can you accept that everything happens by itself?

Well it does.

It sounds strange I know, because you've been taught to believe that unless you make it happen, it's not going to happen. But you've been programmed. You've been programmed since you were born. And you've been programmed from other lives. So all you are now, is a bundle of

programming. That's all you are. A bundle of programs.

You're predictable.

How are you going to act when certain incidents approach before you?

How are you going to react when you see certain things in your life?

Right now you may think you've got everything under control, but if you went home and you found out that your wife or husband ran away with the milkman, you wouldn't be too happy, would you?

Things still control you.

Situations still cause you to react.

All that has to go.

To become free you have to be empty,

no preconceived ideas, no concepts, no judgments, no human knowledge.

You have to be completely empty.

When you're empty you're like space. Space appears as no-thing. Yet space is filled with energy. I recently read an article

where scientists are going to grow food in space. Out of space they're going to grow food. You heard about growing food under water. Well they are predicting that all of the land and all of the water mass will be used up in years to come, then we'll have to grow food in space. I don't mean up in space somewhere. I mean in space right here. Out of nothing.

What you call space is Consciousness. It appears as no-thing to you because of your mind/body phenomena. If you actually were able to comprehend and see what you were immersed in, your body couldn't take it. All around you right now, in different dimension, are all sorts of particles, radiations, electromagnetism and much more. But it doesn't affect you, because your body-mind is made that way. Yet you are not your body or your mind.

You are pure consciousness. You are space. You are emptiness, nirvana.

So what are you going to do about it?

Cry?

Get upset?

Become affected by people's words or actions?

There appears to be two different kinds of realization.

One is when you transcend and you're still aware of yourself.

You're separate from the universal, but you have transcended.

The other one is when you have transcended the body so completely that you have become all-pervading, omnipresent.

You have become the universe.

There is no longer me and mine.

You no longer believe I own this, and you don't. This is mine.

You've become the universe and

thoughts like mine and thine no longer enter your mind.

But the one before that, is you're still aware of yourself as consciousness, but not universal consciousness, personal consciousness.

You can tell if you're getting there by the way you see things. If you're beginning to feel that you're like the screen,

and that everything, everything that you see, including your body, is a superimposition on the screen, and you feel radiantly happy for no reason, you know you've come a long way. But when you feel like one of the images on the

screen, and you do not remember that you are the screen, then you're still part of the world.

It may sound strange but everything, the trees, the sky, the moon, the sun, people, your relatives and your body, your

mind, are all superimpositions on yourself. Just hearing this should make you happy. You are the imperishable self.

There never was a time when you were born, and there never will be a time when you disappear. You are that. You

are that self, without others.

Wake up.

Know yourself for what you really are.

Stop believing that you are a man or a

woman, and you're going through certain experiences. Stop believing you've got to work out your karma and that

everything that happens to you is karmic. That's human thinking.

Stop believing that God punishes and God

rewards. There is no such God.

Wake up.

You're living the mortal dream and you're believing in it. Nothing can ever happen to you. There is no one called you. You don't exist. No thing that you can imagine exists. Realization doesn't exist.

Liberation doesn't exist. It doesn't exist because you've got to think about it. And of course everything you think about is false imagination.

You can only confirm this truth in the silence.

~ The Collected Works of Robert Adams Volume 1

[conchoronzon]

h-hello? This is ******** and i need help, i-i am a pred, and I’m finding that out just now, my friend ****** and i were fooling around in my bedroom, like, we’re both pretty muscular hunks, and always like to pretend that we’re gay for each other, j-JUST pretend aright!? It’s not like we actually had a thing for each other or anything! (At least i know i didn’t…maybe…)

a-anyway! We were gaying around, worshiping each other’s bodies, but as he was rubbing my biceps and kissing my pecs, i got so horny i embraced him in a tight hug, and next thing i know, a big sweaty *SCHLUMP* echoed across the room and i felt a pleasurable burn like i never felt before, but then i-i look down and my friend’s head has disappeared!! W-well not disappeared, it got SUCKED! BETWEEN MY PECS!!

We were so confused and scared and HORNY for some reason, like, my friend kept sinking between my pecs and each inch that went in there felt as good as my dick getting sucked, but, i-i don’t know what to do, it’s been almost an hour and now only his feet are left hanging from my chest! P-please tell me how to get him out, i’ve already called some of my other friends and they’re on their way here but i don’t know how they’ll react, i can feel my friend squirming and his muffled shouts of desperation, i don’t wanna lose him forever in my chest!! Please HELP ME!!

Hey man. Chill out a bit. It'll be okay.

You're what's known as a pred. Eating guys is what you were made for. So what's happening? Well, your pecs are eating him. And when your friends get there and they try to pull him out, your chest isn't going to like that much. Your friend group is about to get a lot smaller. Sorry.

But hey, it'll be fine. You're got a few options here.

Download an app called Gurglr. It's an app only for pred guys (though prey are allowed to submit "eat me" ads). Order some emergency Reformerator. When it gets there, take two pills for every guy who ends up inside you. If you eat anyone else and only take two, well... It'll be sort of random which guy is going to reform tomorrow. The rest? Well, they won't be doing much of anything seeing as they'll be muscles, fat, sweat, hair, and an ungodly amount of... well, whatever they become. We'll get to it. Don't worry.

Take a muscle relaxer and some antacids. Let your friends try to pull him out. If the muscle relaxer doesn't work, you might need someone to massage oil or lube on your pecs. They might end up getting swallowed a bit too though. Or! You could try getting a bit high. That's been known to help preds regurgitate their prey before. But it also has a chance of making you super hungry. You'll end up eating all of them, and this time it might not just be with your pecs

Accept what you are. Accept what he is. You're a pred. He's food. Sure, he's your friend. Sex friend. Boyfriend? Either way, a good friend knows they shouldn't let their pred mates go hungry. Feeding you is what he should do, what he's meant to do. Shove him the rest of the way in and start digesting him before your friends get there. Your chest is going to look amazing. Then just figure out if you're going to digest the rest of them, too.

The guys on Gurglr probably know more about it, but if you really want to, you can *keep* him. What's that mean? Well, he's still your food. You're still going to churn him up and use his body for mass and fuel. But he won't die, not in a true sense. His consciousness will live inside you. Some preds who do this keep the consciousness wherever the guys went - so in your case, you'd have sentient pecs. Others keep 'em in their head. You'd basically be sharing a body with him. It would take some getting used to, but...

So, if you're trying to reform them, you might be curious about how that'll happen. Well, bad news for your friend: you're keeping some of him. He'll be a bit skinnier or a bit shorter. But that's better than being shit, right? 'Cept he might be shit. See, reforming works one of three ways depending on the luck of the genetic draw. Rarest first: the prey just reforms in their bed like a respawn point in a game. A bit more common: they reform *inside you*. You'll have to keep taking those pills until you figure out how to get him out. Thankfully they don't really have any side effects except upping your libido. Finally, the most common way prey reform: you're going to have to let what's left of him out. Can't tell you what you'll turn him into. Could be sweat, breast milk, shit, piss, or cum. You'll make a lot of whatever it is. Give it a few hours, and he'll be himself again. He'll probably want a shower.

Best of luck with whatever you choose to do.

[hobiebrownismygod]

hello! what do you think about how Hobie-from-the-movie would react if Kang came to HIM and told him that he would die young and all his protest activities would lead to nothing because in the future anarchy will become just a "fancy thing" that they will sell to the masses?

Okay, so movie Hobie is very outspoken and he seems to be the type of guy who just doesn't take no for an answer (in a fight). After all, the mantra of Spiderverse is that Spider-man doesn't give up.

So I believe that if Kang came to Hobie and told him he would die young, Hobie would just be all "we'll see about that". Cuz he's not gonna take that shit.

Movie Hobie doesn't believe in canon events, so there's no way he believes that some random guy is going to be right about his death day.

And even then, he wouldn't fall for it.

If anything, he'd fight even harder to stay alive and keep on doing what he's doing. Because Spider-man doesn't give up. And neither does he.

As for his whole protests "being for nothing" because anarchy will become something they'll sell off, Hobie wouldn't believe that. Even more, he wouldn't stand for it. He truly believes in what he's doing and there's no way he would give up on it because of something Kang said.

Hobie would keep on fighting because he has hope, hope that his actions will help people, even one person would be enough for him to be satisfied. Just one person benefited by his protests would make him the happiest man alive.

Hobie doesn't believe in anyone or anything except for himself.

He doesn't believe in fate.

and he'd beat Kang's ass in the process

FANART IS NOT MINE! MADE BY @FOGGY SPARROW ON PINTEREST. IMAGE IS LINKED!! <3

[winxanity-ii]

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You made eye contact with Bakugo, his intense gaze locking onto yours. He immediately began making his way over to you, his determined stride cutting through the crowd.

.☆.           .✩.                     .☆.

Shinso was in the process of gathering people for his own team, his eyes scanning the frantic mass of students as they scrambled to form alliances. He had just managed to catch Ojiro's attention, his quirk turning the boy into a mindless, dazed puppet, when something caught his eye.

It was you—standing alone amidst the chaos, a calm figure in the sea of frenetic movement. Shinso's gaze sharpened, intrigued by your stillness, but it was the sight of Bakugo striding purposefully towards you that made him pause.

A pang of curiosity struck him, and without realizing it, he found himself forgetting Ojiro, his focus entirely diverted to what was about to unfold.

Ojiro, meanwhile, stood frozen, staring blankly ahead. His expression was slack, the usual fire in his eyes extinguished under the weight of Shinso's quirk. He remained like that until—

"Ojiro, move it!" a voice called out, and before Ojiro could even comprehend, a shock of electricity danced across his skin, jolting him back to awareness. "Ahhh! What the-?" Ojiro yelped, shaking his head as the daze lifted. He turned just in time to see Kaminari trailing behind Todoroki, who was just ahead, his face set with determination.

Kaminari whined loudly, trying to convince Todoroki. "Come on, Todoroki! I promise I'll be super useful on your team! Just give me a shot, okay?"

Shinso didn't pay them any more attention. His eyes remained locked on Bakugo, and his feet moved almost on instinct. He began making his way towards you, weaving through the students without taking his eyes off the scene unfolding before him.

He couldn't help but feel a pull—something about Bakugo's approach, the intensity in his eyes, made Shinso's chest tighten with curiosity.

It didn't take long before he was close enough to hear Bakugo’s growled mutterings, his body language radiating confidence, or perhaps arrogance. Shinso watched the determined expression on Bakugo's face, the way his jaw clenched with single-minded focus, and he found himself wondering—what was Bakugo planning to say to you?

The thought of watching Bakugo's unfiltered reaction to a petty interruption was too good for Shinso to pass up. He took a step forward, slipping between two arguing support course students, and moved directly into Bakugo's path.

"Oh?" The sound of your tilted voice almost made Shinso turn around but kept forward. His purple eyes glinted with interest, daring Bakugo to make the next move.

He was itching to see how the explosive blonde would react.

Bakugo's gaze snapped towards Shinso, his brows furrowing deeply. For a heartbeat, the two locked eyes—an electric tension passing between them. Shinso could almost see the gears turning in Bakugo's head, the struggle to decide whether to bulldoze through or engage.

"Move it, Sleepy Bitch," Bakugo snarled, his voice a low growl, pushing his way past Shinso with a rough shoulder shove that nearly knocked him off balance. Shinso stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, his smirk widening.

"She's already in a team," Bakugo called out behind him, clearly dismissing Shinso's presence.

Shinso chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "We'll see about that," he muttered, his attention snapping back to you as you positioned yourself between the two boys.

A/N: Hey guys, I've been getting questions about discrepancies and plot holes in past chapters, so let me be honest: it's because I edit a shitload of my chapters to make them more digestible/understandable (my daydreams shift dramatically from perspective to perspective like a film).

I've read the stats—no one really wants to slog through 12k+ word chapters of unnecessary stuff. But I can't help it; my brain won't let me move on until I've fleshed out a scene in a way that makes it fully visualizable. And yeah, that sadly includes all the ‘unnecessary’ stuff too—like random convos with side/unseen characters, filler moments, etc.

I wrote it all, but it's just chilling in my Google Docs, collecting dust lolol. If you're curious about specific things or if something feels like a plot hole, don't be afraid to ask in the comments. Nine times out of ten, if it's not about future spoilers, I've got a scene (long or short, depending on my mood that day) explaining it/written out.

So for One-shots dealing with things in your primary years/before the 10 year time skip, it'll be called  '𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥:...' ; and for those for the current times/after the time skip, it'll be called: '𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬:...'

But seriously, feel free to ask for clarity; it makes my day knowing my little winxies are curious about how my delusional nogging conjures up such things. I might not answer right away, but I'll definitely get to it...

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if the Cullens had killed Victoria alongside James? How would the rest of canon go?

Oh boy, here we go.

First off, New Moon starts the same.

The reason Edward dumped Bella had nothing to do with Victoria (as the Cullens then only vaguely thought she might be pursuing them/Bella and Edward mostly used chasing her as an excuse to give him purpose in the bleak world without BEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAA).

So, Bella gets her papercut and a few days later finds herself getting dumped by Edward with a "It's not me, it's you" speech for the ages. Bella still enters her state of serious depression and seeks out Jacob who reacts the way he did in canon.

The difference is Sam Uley doesn't have a weird cult gang as the mass shifting isn't happening. It's just Sam being weird, and Jacob might mention to Bella "Yeah, he keeps running off all the time and dumped Leah and is engaged to her cousin now. Also, he may have cut up Emily's face." but it's not likely as Jacob didn't hang around Sam too much beforehand and he no longer has the existential dread of watching his friends disappear one by one while knowing he's next.

Instead, Jacob becomes increasingly angry on Bella's behalf about this Edward guy who sounds like a total dick. I imagine he gets increasingly frustrated as he watches Bella just destroy herself over this kid who's not even here (when Jacob's right here) who treated her like shit (when she and Jacob get on great) and Jake just doesn't get it. He tries to talk to Billy who gets a thousand yard stare and tells him that it's all for the best and Bella will get better sooner or later.

Bella hikes to the meadow, finds it empty, and doesn't run into Laurent who is not there because Victoria never confronted him in Denali.

However, even as Bella eventually jumps off a cliff, as Jacob saves her (or doesn't but we'll say he does), Alice sees this. Eventually either Bella will try to move on (as she seemed somewhat prepared to do in canon after the cliff diving) or she'll succeed in truly injuring or killing herself (at which point Edward goes to Volterra).

Edward probably won't be able to resist temptation to spy on Bella from afar and, depending when this is, he'll have a mixed response to Jacob (both loathing and loving him for being so good to Bella and so HuMaN) or he'll be dreading watching whichever college boy sweeps Bella off his feet. Depending how this goes Bella's significant other might get murdered if they're not up to snuff or else Edward will break and beg her to take him back.

Canon doesn't happen.

[defining-skyology]

Defining Light (biomatter substance).

{{{Hello, if you haven't read up on the Megabird and how it works yet, then I highly suggest reading this post instead for today.

Otherwise, bon appetit! 🍽️}}}

Alright, let's start doing this in the proper chronological order. I shouldn't have skipped to Defining Ancestors and Descendants and frankly I'm not sure why I did, but it gave me an entire headache. I have reorganized the vocab list so that now it will be posted in a much better order.

We need to discuss terms that will be used in later posts; therefore we'll first tackle terms that are the utmost fundamental, foundational 'laws' that I've 'invented/discovered' about Sky's science, or Skyence, if you will. 🤓

So let's start here with Light, and let's start this post off with a strong statement, as usual:

Light is Alive.

We're going to zoom out. All the way out. When we zoom out as far as can, we are left with just a single image grasping the entire Sky universe (that we as the Descendant could ever feasibly comprehend, anyways).

We are left... With the World, and with the Megabird.

But the Megabird is Alive.

It has thoughts, and intentions.

It wills and wishes and wants things. It contorts and changes in order to explore its surroundings.

Reaching out towards the planet, and feeling the object before it.

To understand, and to know.

But these "arms" that are reaching out are not arms at all.

We understand that the Megabird is a conglomerate, a superorganism the size of a planet. And every drop of Light that makes up the Megabird... Is a Being.

From the Whale coughCoelecanthcough to the mantas, to the birds, to the mere microorganisms. All of it IS the Light. All of it IS the Megabird.

Every wave of energy you see emanating from various Beings

Also yes, I said microorganisms.

Let's zoom all the way back in.

"A microorganism, or microbe, is an organism of microscopic size, which may exist in its single-celled form or as a colony of cells." --Wikipedia

To really drive home the idea that Light is alive, the goal is hopefully to have you, the reader, walk away from this post and when you go back into the game, you'll really see that every little thing...:

Every sparkling particle dancing off of your character as you propel yourself into the sky

Every wave of energy emanating from various Beings (yes, even Calls are alive!!!!!)

Any little bit of glowing energy you've ever seen in this game: it's all living substance, and all made of the same living substance.

It's all 'alive'.

Any time even just a few 'cells' (microorganisms) of Light exists; we now have Mass.

And all that just to add the first TWO words to our Definition of Light:

Light is living Mass.

As we add more and more 'complicated' (tedious) terms to our roster it'll hopefully make more and more sense why we have to be this 'detailed' about our basically-headcanon Sky science. Post after post.

Since we've taken so much time up already, let's try to finish (most of) the rest in a swift movement.

Light (yes all Light, down to the little cells we talked about) defies gravity.

Levitate verb: rise or cause to rise and hover in the air, especially by means of supernatural or magical power.

Light substance has a natural trait to levitate off of the ground. We can see this with Orbs, Spell effects, and generally any particles. We also obviously see this with Creatures of Light. The only Beings who can't levitate are ones who have full-body shells such as Crabs and Ancestors.

Light can collect 'material' around it.

Material has an interesting role in Sky's worldbuilding. There's this concept/vibe I strongly get from the imagery we're blessed with; that the bodies of those who walk the earth and gaze at the Sky in wonder come from dust.

When Light is introduced to Material, be it:

1. The sands our angelic forms crash-land into upon our Formation

2. The candle wax that Light reacts so violently to

3. The rocks and chunks of earth that so elegantly (or not elegantly if you've been to Eden) float above the ground

It picks it up.

Light has the ability/trait to not just levitate itself, but Material as well. This will be important someday, which is why I see it as crucial enough to add to our Definition.

And lastly,

Light substance can 'feel' all other Light.

There will be words and terms for this in the future, but generally, we understand that all Beings of Light have a powerful Connection with each other, and this Connection between each and every Being stacks and acclimates all together to create the network known as the Megabird. Through the Megabird array, a neural network if you will, all Beings can feel the presence of each other, and are strengthened by this Connection.

With this now in mind, we can finally finish our Definition.

Light is

A living Mass

With traits of

Levitation of itself

Levitation of Material

and the ability to 'Feel' all other Light.

And we're done! 🎉🎊🎆 This is going to be THE foundation of everything. In the next few posts we will discuss different categorizations of speculative measurements on the shapes and sizes of forms that Light can take, and I

Hopefully

Will make them shorter 🤡

If you read all of this, thank you so much. I really appreciate giving your time and curiosity to my little fake science that I enjoy so much. Interaction with the blog is basically dead at this moment and I'm not sure if it's maybe the time I'm posting it at that doesn't help, but I have to remember I'm doing this for myself anyways, so honestly it doesn't matter. Have a good day/night y'all! ��️

[siredisco]

freemind... He starts the series as a very abrasive but harmless guy. Only experience with guns being watching Top Gun repeatedly. People don't react to his threats, so he makes them often and they don't mean a thing. He's late to work very often. People act like he isn't very good at his job. He goofs off at work.

This character stays pretty consistent for the majority of the first half of the series. Until the chapter Apprehension ends, he takes a while to stop thinking about the fact that he's killing people and that this is the first time he's ever interacted with guns. He's hungry all the time. He considers curling up in a vent and waiting to die and only doesn't because being hungry would be worse.

Then the ambush happens and he goes through the following chapters not really remembering what happened to him, fully willing to kill anyone and everyone he meets the moment he realizes that's adjacent to what he was doing before the ambush, and he's unbothered by the idea of mass murder. Violence ceases to phase him at all.

He is also an incredibly silly person throughout and. Probably has echolalia. He makes goofy noises, meows, beeps (especially when something has just beeped at him), jumps for joy on two occasions, garbles words horribly, likes repeating words until they blend together and barely sound like the originals, that sort of thing. Interestingly, that takes place primarily before the ambush. He's still silly afterwards, but. Different.

He is also horribly /tired./ I can see, as the series goes on, him slipping up and making more stupid mistakes just because he isn't able to think straight. He almost walks into a tripmine because he hasn't slept in two-three days. The last time he was awake for four days in a row, he thought frog people were invading his house.

There's a lot to love about him. I think about him a lot these days.

I have personal ideas that line up with what you said about the echolalia and noises. One of the parts I'm focusing on is the Apprehension/post-Apprehension change, because it's so interesting, especially in ways of coping mechanisms. I have some of my own little theories I'm going to write about (such as- I think he's physically fit but also may have a physically disability/some type of chronic pain. Purely because of his eye loss and drug use history. It's in my brain all the time as a human with chronic pain, but cannon is sorta different, so we'll see if it comes up).

He's my choice because of how interesting and complex he is as a person. His family relationships, his reactions (lack-there-of), the pirate episode (so important), and speech patterns/ how he talks to/ about others. It's all so. . . In my mind. All day. Your notes specifically get him more in brain, because they're so good and helpful because I don't have to time to watch every episode again for this (but I'm watching it congruently).

This is such a good view overall. The hunger part is something I brought up in a short answer I wrote for this same class a week~ish ago. I get to go crazy and this just provides me more food-for-thought. Yaay thank you.

[whateven333]

How would you have made bonkai canon?

Sorry it took me a while to see this, (even though I was super excited when I saw this -first ask I've gotten 💖 !!!) I was just super busy with Uni stuff, -then when I did see it, I ended up procrastinating for a good few days thinking about how to answer lmaooo, because I've seen how other people have come up with great ideas for this question already and then I felt too much pressure 😭.

Erm, but here I go anyway...🤸🏾‍♀️🥴😺😶‍🌫️

So, I would have them fuck in the prison world.

I know what you might be thinking -I took this long to come up with THIS.

And yes. Yes I did.

...

Okay but maybe also,

I would have definitely loved to see them spend longer in the prison world together.

Kai was shown to be a smart character...MOST of the time, and I think this may have just been another example of inconsistent/ sloppy writing on the show, -but, it never made sense to me how he gave up the ghost so quickly in terms of how he didn't seem to put much effort into stopping Damon and Bonnie from finding out about his sibling murdering stuff. Like, I would have thought, since he had been watching Bonnie and Damon, he had an understanding of how they might react if/ when they found out that information, so you would think maybe he'd try to put off them finding out for as long as possible ? I mean, how hard is it to trash a few newspapers ? But idk, maybe he was thinking -"why put off the inevitable" ??

BUT, had he managed to do so. It would have been an interesting way to make Bonnie less hostile to his advances, I think she definitely would have still been deeply mistrustful of him, considering he would still be..-well, the way he is, (he has that sly, mischievous, aura) and cocky attitude, -and we know Bonnie does not typically fall for that sort of schtick.

However, not knowing he murdered a handful of his siblings probably would have left her way more open to getting to know him- even if it was just out of curiosity, and if they had taken maybe a bit longer to find out how to get out of the prison world/ or maybe Bonnie’s powers hadn’t come back fully and she needed some more time to get back to full strength in order to be able to do the spell to get them out, then Bonnie would maybe have had more moments of prison world boredom (and probably enough irritating digs from Damon) to drive her to interact with Kai more. This could have been a gateway to get them to bond a little, show more moments of tension between the two of them, he would maybe insert himself in her sessions of trying to train her magic back to full strength under the guise of wanting to be helpful but just really in order to facilitate more possible touchy moments like the chest thing lmao, he could’ve shared some gemini spells with her, etc.

And so all of this could have led to what I jokingly (fine, half), said at the start -we could have all this lead up to a super charged moment that leads to them having sex in the prison world. Maybe Bonnie won’t find out about Kai’s past until they all make it back out to the real world, which would lead to a lot of inner turmoil for her (she was the only one of her friends who could say they hadn’t fallen into bed with a mass murderer, but not anymore). When Kai merges with Luke, due to him having had more time to bond with Bonnie, I’d imagine that his hyper-fixation and guilt about Bonnie would be way more intense.

And then…there should be more to this explanation, there’s probably weird gaps in here and maybe not all of what I’ve said even makes sense because I have to admit I’m writing this whilst super tired and it’s 2am and my brain is like starting to buffer and I think this is all I have for now.

But, I really hope this answer wasn’t complete trash anon 😭, (I have no experience with writing any fics of my own, though I am interested and have started dabbling, let's just say its been a little rough lmao -though I am having fun and will keep trying at it, so we'll see what happens, I guess.😭)

Thanks so much for the ask though 💖💖

[askabbyandeva]

Munday: If your blogs main characters switch places/settings, how would they react and what they'll do? In this case: Abby/Eva and Tori

That is a good question and the answer is likely that confusion would occur due to their respective roles (Abby/Eva being a domesticated feral Pokemon while Tori is only technically a Pokemon in the same vein you'd call a human a primate), so obviously we need to change their forms too, so let's do some worldbuilding to fix this!

Abby and Eva would become a variant of Iron Valiant called "Iron Twins". At Tori's point in my universe's timeline, the Iron Valiant (Basically the ones seen in-game) are basically standard mass-produced Militarized Police Drones, however, there are plenty of other types of "Valiant" type drones for civilian use and Abby and Eva would fit this niche to a T. It's likely they would either manage a local bar or be a "nanny" to younger Pokemen (Yes, that's actually what Tori's classified as)

While Tori DOES technically have a "paradox" form, she's not technically a character in my shared universe, but she'd likely be a basic human trainer in Paldea. I haven't gotten far enough in my worldbuilding to state just how canon ScarVi are in it, so we'll have to wait and see for that

[therummesoccupied]

IDW'S SONIC THE HEDGEHOG, ISSUE #74 - THOUGHTS

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD

Oh yeah, I have a review to do.

So, here we are - the penultimate issue of the Phantom Riders arc, which itself might be the climax of the ongoing Clean Sweepstakes saga, we'll see.

This issue does everything you'd expect the second-to-last issue of a major arc to do. Builds the stakes, heightens the drama, and sets everything up for a climactic showdown, and it opens up by paying off a showdown of its own, set up last issue.

Here we get Amy, Tails, Belle, Don, and the Chaotix vs. Clutch and his henchmen - with Rough and Tumble being amongst them. Last time, I mentioned that I expected this fight to go fairly quickly in the heroes' favor, wondering what it was Clutch had up FDWJFGBDhis sleeve, and it turns out...

A. I was right!

B. Nothing!

Yeah, outside of the quick hostage situation, the heroes are quickly able to fend of Clutch and co. long enough for Charmy to escape the vault carrying a data drive full of Clean Sweep's dirty deeds. Pursued by Clutch, he immediately rushes it to the bridge, resulting in this really great scene where Clutch struggles tirelessly to stop Nite from releasing the incriminating information to the public, but at every turn, the random, nameless Restoration workers throw themselves in his way - throw themselves into danger - to slow him down, even if it's just a couple seconds.

It really hammers in just how genuinely cool the Restoration is. These people are volunteers. We have no idea if they're being paid or not, but the fact of the matter is that nobody is requiring them to be here. And yet, when the chips are down, these regular folks spring into action because they believe in the Restoration and its cause, not because of how lucrative its partnership with Clean Sweep can be.

I also love Clutch's expressions throughout this issue. Over the course of this whole saga, Clutch has prided himself on being a smooth operator, remaining collected and confident as he pulls strings from the shadows. Yet, every now and again, we've seen little hints of a hidden temper within him. Hints that, when his plans don't go smoothly, he nearly falls apart. Here, we finally get to see that in full force, with Clutch absolutely melting down when all of the chips he so perfectly arranged seem to turn against him. I really like seeing him descend into petty rage.

Nite and the Restoration volunteers aren't the only ones getting badass moments here, though. Jewel herself gets a bit of spotlight when Clutch tries to take control of the shuttle and its weapons system, using her own authorization to activate the shuttle's self-destruct sequence.

Clutch, of course, doesn't take this sitting down, his tantrum coming to a head as he sets the shuttle on a crash course with the city below before wrecking the controls the prevent the course from being altered. It's kind of insane that the stakes to this story got so high when there's no tyrannical empire, no ancient gods, no sentient weapons of mass destruction. Just a crude businessman about to commit a massive war crime that will result in countless casualties.

The drama does not stop outside the shuttle though, as, in the midst of Sonic's face-off with the Diamond Cutters, Duo arrives and spills a not-insignificant can of beans:

They've been playing an interesting game with the Diamond Cutters here, with Lanolin doggedly pursuing the Phantom Rider while Tangle and Whisper know it's Sonic, and keep quiet because they assume he's acting for the greater good in some way - all the while Mimic, incognito as Duo, works to drive a wedge between them. Tensions have been rising between the DC for some time now, and it seems like they may finally come to a head here. I'm fascinated to imagine what will happen as a result of this. How will this affect Lanolin's view of herself as a leader, knowing that her own teammates didn't trust her enough to tell her about this? How will she react when she learns that Sonic's stunts as the Phantom Rider were all pulled off with the help of Dr. Eggman? What's going to happen when they all learn who Duo really is? This plot line specifically has got me really excited.

Of course, all the while, Sonic himself sees the imminent danger approaching and rushes off to handle it without a second thought, without a single care what conclusions the Diamond Cutters come to regarding his recent antics.

This arc has really done a great job at nailing down that irreverent aspect of Sonic's character. He doesn't care what laws he broke or what the consequences are. He only cares what he feels is right, and acts upon that instinct one hundred percent of the time. Radical free-agent, Sonic the Hedgehog.

We also get a neat little bit of tension between Duo and Surge as well.

This is really cool since Mimic, now faced with Surge and Kit as enemies, has to reckon with the fact that they are they only two people in the world besides Clutch who know his true identity, and the extreme danger they present to him. As he rushes with the Diamond Cutters toward the Shuttle, and the inevitable confrontation with Clutch, it's likely that his cover isn't going to last too much longer, so I'm really excited to see how this all shakes out.

And that's where Issue 74 leaves us - right in the throes of a do-or-die scenario. These past couple arcs have really been peak IDW Sonic, and this issue did a phenomenal job of bringing everything to a boiling point.

Hammerstrom was a perfect choice for this one, as his expressions really sold the drama at play here, and Froese's lines and Graham's colors consistently compliment his work perfectly. Stanley continues to be at the top of her game, and I can't wait to see how she pays all this buildup off in the next issue.

Before that, however, we have a Knuckles Anniversary Special to look forward to here in about... 20 minutes, so I'mma go read that and see what my thoughts are.

Til then, thanks for reading, and I'll catch you for the next review!