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rebelspykatie · 1 year ago

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Part 1

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Steve kisses him on a Thursday and he takes all the air in the room with him. Eddie doesn’t close his eyes. He’s too shocked to do much of anything, except sit there and let Steve take his face in those big hands and caress a thumb over his cheek while he presses their lips together. Eddie’s pretty sure he doesn’t move at all, glued to his place on the couch, as if time has continued on around him while he’s stuck there.

They’d been passing a joint back and forth, lazily smoking as they watched reruns of some old show that Wayne liked to put on when Eddie was a kid. It’s not soothing now, like it was back then, but is disharmonious in the background, the only sound in the room other than Steve moving against him as Eddie tries to figure out what’s going on.

When Steve finally pulls back, Eddie still doesn’t feel like he’s breathing. He’s able to take in Steve’s expression before his eyes pop open, the pucker of his lips, the shine to them that could possibly be from Eddie’s mouth. He doesn’t know why he didn’t push Steve away, why he didn’t intervene, but instead let Steve have this moment. All while he sat frozen.

The expression shifts once Steve’s eyes open, turning unbearably soft. His smile is sweet and gentle. He’s probably mellowed out from the weed, but his eyes are focused on Eddie. It’s not an expression Eddie’s used to seeing. It’s close to the one he gives the kids when they’re not paying attention, but not quite the same. Steve’s eyes are raking over his face, like he’s trying to memorize the dips and grooves of Eddie’s. He squirms under the scrutiny.

“Sorry,” Steve finally says, shaking his head a bit, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.”

He’s turned bashful now. Another expression Eddie’s not used to seeing. His Steve is a sarcastic little shit. He argues with the kids, pulls Robin into wrestling matches that he always wins until Robin starts biting, and carries a nailed up baseball bat in his trunk. Nothing about his Steve is bashful. Except, apparently it is. And something turns in Eddie’s gut.

He’s made some fatal mistake. Took a wrong turn somewhere and now the car is crashing out of control and he doesn’t know how to stop it. He put that expression on Steve’s face and he doesn’t know how to take it back.

“Uh-how long?” Eddie asks. He’s not sure why that’s what he says. Morbid curiosity, maybe. But now he’s desperate to know.

Steve’s jaw shifts, contemplating. “Not sure I had it figured it out then, but probably since you held that bottle to my throat.”

That seems preposterous. Completely illogical. They barely even knew each other back then outside of the passing monikers slapped on them from their respective cliques in high school. There’s no way that Steve’s wanted to kiss him for that long.

“Took me a while to pick up on the clues,” Steve laughs self-deprecatingly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I’ve never had to interpret what it means coming from a guy, so I think I deserve a pass on not getting it for so long.”

He’s smiling at Eddie again. Not quite as bashful, more teasing, like he’s anticipating Eddie teasing back. But Eddie is still stuck on the kiss. His brain hasn’t caught up to the words coming out of Steve’s mouth. He doesn’t know what clues Steve even means.

“I’m not sure what to say, Steve,” he hesitantly says when the silence has gone on a beat too long.

“You don’t have to say anything. We could put our mouths to better use, though,” Steve says, leaning in with a devious glint in his eyes that Eddie’s only seen in passing, in the halls of Hawkins High when he tried to ignore Steve pressing Nancy into her locker and kissing the daylights out of her where anyone could see.

Eddie finally snaps out of his haze and puts a hand on Steve’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. It’s the first time he’s made any move to stop this from barreling out of control.

“Steve,” Eddie’s voice sounds strained to his own ears, “wait.”

“Sorry, was that too fast?” Steve scoots back on the couch, putting some distance between them, but not backing entirely out of Eddie’s space. “I should’ve asked if that was okay, shit.” Worry creases his forehead.

“I-” Eddie takes a steadying breath, “I don’t understand why you did it at all.”

“Why I kissed you?” Steve tilts his head to the side, that curious golden retriever look. “Because I like you.” His brows furrow. “I thought that was obvious.”

“But you like girls.” It comes out more a statement, than a question. And it makes Steve look even more perplexed, the smile dipping, becoming more muted. “I saw you with Nancy, you weren’t faking that. Unless you have, like, Oscar worthy acting skills, but I don’t think you’re capable of that.”

“I do like girls, but I also like guys.” Steve shrugs, says it so casually like he has the whole world figured out and he’s unbothered by how insane that tidbit is to just drop on your unsuspecting friend, even after you kiss them. “Robin helped me figure it out. It’s called being bisexual.”

“Yeah, I know what it’s called, Steve.” Eddie huffs, frustrated with the direction of this conversation. They’re clearly not on the same page here and he’s not sure if he should just spit it out.

“Then what’s the problem?” Steve shrinks back into the couch, tension creeping into his shoulders.

“That you think I’d want to kiss you.” Maybe it’s better to just lay it all out on the table. Set the record straight here. Eddie’s beating around the bush too much.

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me? But you’ve been flirting with me for months.”

“I flirt with everyone, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh.”

And Eddie watches how quickly the light disappears from Steve’s face. How quickly the smile fades and turns into a twisted frown. Steve pinches his nose and stands up. “I guess we were both wrong, then.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes #angst #that i swear will get resolved #everyone just hold on ok #trust me

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carigm · 2 months ago

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The Lochlan and Chelsea of it all…

I have to say that this isn’t so much an analysis as it is an observation/ pondering on what Mike White was trying to do when paralleling these two characters.

For me this all started after the finale when I read an Aimee Lou Wood quote about Chelsea and Rick’s relationship where she referred to Rick as “the religion Chelsea is subscribed to, and ultimately, the thing that gets her killed”.

I thought this was similar to how Sam Nivola had described Lochlan during this press tour, saying he’d go to any lengths necessary to be loved/foster a special connection in his life. (More on this later.)

And then I rewatched the show and boy, there’s a lot of little threads between Chelsea and Lochy, especially in relationship to their respective bonds to Rick and Saxon.

One of the first things that grabbed my attention is that both of them are sort of obsessed with the idea of fatalism (bad things happening). Chelsea is a deeply spiritual person and she spends the entire season saying she has a bad feeling about Rick’s fate, which ultimately turned out to be true.

Lochlan is not a spiritual person, this is in fact highlighted at the beginning of the season, but he’s the character Mike White chose to ominously warn his family of what’s coming for them. Lochlan’s obsession with tsunamis played a similar role in the narrative to Chelsea’s intuition.

Chelsea and Lochlan don’t interact a ton on the show, but she first approaches him in episode 4 while he’s doing magic tricks. Lochlan is referred to as “the little magician” by Chloe, and obviously this is an aspect of his chameleon/deceptive nature when it comes to adapting or shifting his personality according to who he’s around. Lochlan is all smoke and mirrors. But so is Chelsea. Aimee Lou Wood has mentioned in post finale interviews that Chelsea’s “happy go lucky” attitude and new age vibes are a bit of a front, a role she plays in hopes that it’s aptly complimentary to Rick’s personality. She’s hope, and happiness, and coolness, but she’s also a bit void inside because it’s well…a bit performative. I think aspects of this can be seen in how easily Chelsea accepts the batshit insanity that happens around her: Chloe’s crazy comments, the incest situation, Rick’s issues. Lochlan does this too, he tends to go with the flow of others.

This is not me saying they’re pushovers, they’re not, but they try to be peacekeepers, often at their own detriment.

I think both of them are deeply lost people, but Chelsea just does a great job at pretending she’s not. Above anything else, they’re both desperate for connection and to be loved, and unfortunately for them, they’ve hitched their fates/set their sights on emotionally unavailable people.

There’s a delicious contrast in episode 5 by having Chelsea abstain from the debauchery of the Full Moon Party because she’s loyal to Rick, and that’s what he would want, while Lochlan fully lets loose and pushes things to the extreme, because that’s what he believes Saxon wants of him.

This becomes a bit amusing when you throw in Saxon’s attempts at sleeping with Chelsea, despite her constantly shooting him down.

This moment of Saxon getting Chelsea a drink (“pink for the lady”), while she completely ignores him and Lochlan snatches the drink for himself. Very subtle Mike White…

Another moment, but this one is actually just painful, happens in Episode 6, while Chelsea talks to Rick on the phone after the Full Moon Party.

Chelsea is chastising Rick for not saying “I love you” to her properly (he never does in fact, and she dies without hearing it), meanwhile the camera also focuses on Lochlan alone on the boat. Given what happened between Lochlan and Saxon the night before, choosing to focus on him during this moment is pretty devastating. And again, it’s another instance showing how desperate him and Chelsea are for love and connection.

And then we get to episode 8…

Chelsea drops this line to Saxon, but based on what we see later on in this episode, I’m more inclined to believe that this actually applies to her and Lochlan.

This next scene was deleted, but originally, Lochlan has a dream in episode 8 where he sees Saxon dead out by the pool with vomit all over his face. Basically, Lochlan dreamt of Saxon being poisoned. According to Patrick Schwarzenegger’s description of the scene, it’s this nightmare that prompts Lochlan to go to the blender in the morning and make a protein shake. Sam Nivola has also mentioned that Lochlan made the shake because he wanted to feel close to his brother.

And then Lochlan basically fucking dies. His devotion and love for his brother leads him to his almost death.

“It’s okay for you to worship me, but don’t like WORSHIP me…”

But he does, because just like Chelsea with Rick, this is the religion Lochlan subscribes to.

I think it’s very interesting that episode 8 was supposed to include two fake out scenes of Lochlan and Saxon dead (one a near-death and one a dream) especially because it would’ve happened right before Chelsea and Rick actually die.

And the circumstances of Chelsea’s death are eerily similar to Lochlan’s near one. Rick tells her to go away, to leave him, but she decides to follow him and gets caught in the cross fire, and that’s it. It is also her love and devotion for him that kills her.

I have so many feelings about these moments. The way they both quietly die, the way their loved ones don’t notice until a bit later. The way they’re literally shot in the exact same way.

And of course, the way that once Chelsea and Rick finally make it back to the water (death) is when Lochlan opens his eyes and basically comes back to life. I don’t think that scene was shot that way just for aesthetic purposes, which leads me to believe it’s a nod to Chelsea’s “groups of people coming together to form a divine plan” comment.

Something to be said for characters that are so desperate for love, attention, and care that they’re willing to modify and uproot their inner self in order to satisfy the people they love, because it is through that purpose only that they themselves can be satisfied. It just so happens that more often than not, that love ends up being wasted or not fully reciprocated.

I do feel like I have to clarify that I don’t think Saxon is as bad/doomed as Rick. There’s a reason Saxon didn’t die, he IS capable of change, while Rick was not…but the parallels are there lol.

#the white lotus #white lotus #twl #saxon ratliff #lochlan ratliff #the ratliff family #saxloch #saxon x lochlan

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boyfriendtodeathconfessional · 16 days ago

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Which BTD/TPOF character seems most realistic in their gruesome endeavors? Лзсь го!

Strade-All in all, everything he does is terrifying because it's so grounded in reality. All of his execution methods are done with saws, axes, knives, etc. He does lose some points for realism for setting the MC's mouth on fire while they're still in his basement. I'm sorry, but a man so practiced with tools has to know about fire/smoke inhalation hazards.

Realism: 8/10

Brutality: 7/10

Creativity: 7/10

Ren-Not really much to say about Ren. He's definitely the most 'merciful' out of the killers with only six out of his 27 endings resulting in the player dying. Most of them are instant and non-bloody? The one that isn't, he just rips the MC's heart out like a Mortal Kombat fatality? And now he wants to take up Strade's mantle? Don't make us laugh, Ren. There will always be more plushies of you than the others, because everyone knows you're soft. In my hc, you scroll right past the 'horror' manga section and refuse to read anything by Junji Ito, because it's 'unrealistic' or whatever, but we both know the truth. I love you, Ren, but you're not built for this life.

Realism: 6/10

Brutality: 4/10

Creativity: 2/10

Lawrence-Flower boy doesn't seem like much, but every rose has its thorns. There are only three survival endings out of his 21. One requires MC to lose their arms and legs. One requires MC to kill *him*. The last requires MC to die in a different ending. The rest of his endings are pure nightmare fuel. He pulls out veins, he chops off arms, he cuts out tongues... if the MC takes too many substances, he even manages to summon R'lyeh of all places to his apartment. His sadism even gives Strade a run for his money the way he buries MC alive. Congrats, Lawrence, you managed to outpace Strade. This may come as a shock to everyone, but I was also bullied in high school. I didn't turn out this way. What the fuck was this guy's deal?

Realism: 7/10

Brutality:9/10

Creativity: 10/10

Derek-The heir to the Goffard family fortune. The extremely wealthy have a stereotype of making everyone else do their dirty work. Derek... is no exception. Most of the deaths in his route aren't even done by him. Hell, he's not even the final boss in his route. At one point, he smacks the MC with a baseball bat while riding an ATV, and they aren't even concussed?! You got weak forearms, little man. What's next? Firecrackers down their pants? Why'd you even have those in the first place? What are you, 12? Next time, show up at the end of the hunting trip, bro. Maybe Jack will let you take a selfie with a bloody hunting knife.

Realism: 8/10

Brutality: 3/10

Creativity: 2/10

Celia-Won my coveted 'most horrible ending' award in another post. She takes a page from Lawrence's book and cuts off MC's feet and tongue. Then she puts MC in a cage and uses them for acupuncture practice for years?! And just for trying to escape, you're gonna make them eat broken glass?! Please forgive me for underestimating you in my first playthrough, Mrs. Lede... I don't know what kind of career compels someone to act this way, but may it never find me... True girlboss. Slay. Literally.

Realism: 9/10

Brutality: 10/10

Creativity: 5/10

Mason-This route already takes me out of my comfort zone by forcing me to imagine going outside. I just know Mason was blowing up Fox's customer support line demanding a refund when I was MC. I wandered into bear traps, snare traps, and died of cold because I didn't understand the temperature mechanics more than once. Other than that, his tactics are simple yet effective. He strangles, stabs, and chops off heads. Fun fact: this is the man your grandpappy reminisces about.

Realism: 10/10

Brutality: 6/10

Creativity: 1/10

Fox: Ren saw my rating above and started taking notes. He hurts the MC just enough so the pain sticks with them but never enough to make them go into shock. Every crunch and stab is accompanied with a nauseating sound effect that I wish I could unhear. He does lose some points on creativity for just getting his cues from the chat. But, man. The cumshot/eye gouging combo? The soldering iron brand? Breaking the MC's nose? Fox, you unbelievable bastard. You do all this and manage to get it up on camera? Mad props for carrying on the proud legacy of treacherous twinks.

Realism: 7/10

Brutality: 10/10

Creativity: 5/10

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#boyfriend to death #boyfriendtodeath #btd #tpof #the price of flesh #strade #ren hana #lawrence oleander #fox tpof #derek goffard #celia lede #mason heiral

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zosan-secondchances · 3 months ago

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The Pirate King of the North: Part 21

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language and explicit content.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 (Special) | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27

Over on the shores of the White Sea, Sanji stands on top of a large boulder with the crystal heart in his hand, holding it tightly against his chest as he watches the Warlord who is standing on the shallows of the cloud sea.

Sanji

Our very last deal, Doflamingo.

Your brother for my own.

Doflamingo smiles widely at him, his teeth baring hungrily. He walks up towards Sanji and stops just below the boulder, looking into the man’s transformed red eyes.

Doflamingo

And you?

Sanji cocks his head to the side playfully and drags his eyes up and down Doflamingo’s figure. He raises his free arm, opening an open palm hand to him.

Sanji

Of course.

The Warlord hums in pleasure as he reaches out to gently take Sanji’s hand in his. He places a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

Doflamingo

Consider it done.

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Den Den Mushi

Purupurupurupuru

Zoro flinches awake at the noise. He opens his eye weakly and finds one of Law's transponder snails near him and all three of his swords piled neatly next to it. He pushes himself up with difficulty and grimaces at the sharp searing pain across his abdomen. When he looks down, he sees a bloody dagger sticking out of his stomach. He places a hand over it to pull it out then screams at the intensity of the pain. He looks at his red hands and realises that his robe has been torn to shreds and his torso is riddled with cuts and bruises from his fight with Sanji.

It was, by far, the quickest battle they ever had. He had made the mistake of underestimating him having never seen the blonde in that form. He vaguely remembers what happened but he distinctly recalls the man's streaked black hair with those murderous maniacal eyes behind it.

Sanji had fought differently–he was much stronger, had the ability to fly and go invisible, and looked as though every cut he gave and received brought sexual pleasure. It occurred to him that this may have been less of a fight and more as a form of play for the other man. Towards the end, Sanji had bitten him on his neck just to get a taste of his blood before delivering a fatal attack with the blade currently embedded inside him.

Den Den Mushi

Purupurupurupuru

Zoro steels himself as he grips the handle of the dagger. He quickly yanks it out with a hiss then covers his open wound with his hand in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

He collapses onto his back, panting. As he lay there to recover, he notices that he's surrounded by fire and a thick cloud of smoke. The island, like every place where they had battled in the past, became collateral damage as a consequence for their actions.

Den Den Mushi

Purupurupurupuru

With a groan, he forces himself on his fours and crawls to the transponder snail to answer the call.

Den Den Mushi

Click

Zoro

T–Traffy…?

Law

Zoro-ya! Are you there?! He took Cora-san!!

Zoro

Wh–what?

Law

The heart! I meant the heart!!!

Where are you?!

Zoro

I…I don't know. Curls and I fought and… I don't remember.

Law

Can you make it back to the city? We need to help God and the Skypieans.

Zoro

Shit.

With a hand on a knee and the other holding the snail, he forces himself up and looks around. When a gust of wind blows past him, a section of flames part, giving way to the view of the White Sea. Docked by the cloudy shore is none other than the Numancia Flamingo itself.

Zoro's eye widens at the sight. His blood boils as he drops the Den Den Mushi to pick up his swords. He gasps for air with difficulty and takes a couple of steps towards the general direction of the ship. An animalistic rage builds up inside of him, creating a dangerous aura of green which engulfs him.

Law

Zoro-ya, are you still there?!

Look, we've both been stabbed on the back but I think he had a reason–I don’t understand it either.

Zoro-ya, can you hear me? Come back to the city. Commander Niji is here with me! We can come up with a plan to stop the Pirate King and Doflamingo!

Zoro doesn't easily put his faith and trust in anyone. He'd never felt more betrayed in his life. In flashes, he remembers every moment he and the blonde had shared leading up to this point–the teasing, the jabbing, the play fights, the intimate times and the whispered promises of the future. He felt happy and whole. Then everything crumbled in an instant. Everything they did, he looked at Sanji behind rose-coloured glasses. Now, he still sees red–but they're not the colour of love.

Zoro

This is all his fault….

I will fuckin' kill him.

He secures the blades around his waist.

Law

Swordman-ya, I need you to calm down. Don't do anything brash.

There is a sound of screaming in the distance through Law's line, followed by the yelling and shouting of Wyper's familiar voice, ordering his troops of God's Guards and residents of Skypiea to retreat.

Law

Fuck!! We don't have a lot of time!

Zoro-ya, talk to me! Zoro!!!

Zoro's eye glows in anger as he takes one final step while unsheathing his swords and biting down on Wado.

Zoro

DOFLAMINGO!!!

He yells at the top of his lungs as his green powerful aura surges larger, fusing with the red burning flames of the jungle around him. He lunges into the sky towards the pink ship floating on the White Sea.

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The city is ablaze and its citizens are under attack from Doflamingo's men. The flames spread like wildfire through tall buildings and Shandian teepees as Skypieans run for their lives. God's Guards fight back bravely, overwhelmed by the force.

Zooming past crumbling remains of charred buildings, Law runs side by side with Wyper who is leading the charge. Niji held onto the doctor's coat while riding on his back. Both of his legs appear to have been amputated.

The doctor shoots an angry glare up to the familiar sight of Doflamingo's Bird Cage against the open sky. He feels fear for the survival of the island's inhabitants.

Wyper

Everyone, get to Nola!!! Now!!! Follow Gan Fall!

Holy barks as Conis pushes Gan Fall onto his back. The dog howls as soon as the blonde woman hops up to join them, then takes off.

As Gan Fall and the Skypieans near the exit of the valley, they see a large man with yellow hair and an open shirt land in front of the gates, blocking the only way out. On his chest is Doflamingo's Jolly Roger. Gan Fall pulls back his javelin and throws it, only for the opponent to dodge out of the way. He eyes the old man dangerously.

Bellamy

You the one they call “God”? Your reign ends here!

Law

Bellamy…. One of Doflamingo's lackeys. Be careful, Wyper. He's strong.

Conis

Stay back! Don't touch him!

Wyper

Conis!!

Wyper jumps high and shoots a beam of powerful light from his bazooka, blasting the exit to create a wider passage for everyone. Bellamy scrambles out of the way and gets thrown off in the explosion.

Wyper

Old man, I got this one. Be safe!

Conis, take care of each other!

Conis

I wi–AHH!!

A giant net shoots towards them. Holy quickly rears up and blocks it with his body to protect his passengers but his face and legs get captured in it. Gan Fall and Conis tumble off the dog as he collapses roughly on the ground. Out of nowhere, more of the Warlord's men surround and attack them.

A burst of blue electricity suddenly shocks the raiders and they fall, twitching and writhing about on the ground. Everyone follows the source of the spark with their surprised eyes and sees Niji with two of his fingers pointed over Law's shoulder, almost out of breath.

Conis

Th–thank you!

Gan Fall

You look familiar….

Law

Later, God! You need to go!

Wyper quickly frees Holy out of the net and lifts Gan Fall and Conis onto his back. They hear Bellamy scream as he launches towards them. Wyper places himself in between and blocks his punch by holding his bazooka across his arm, allowing the giant dog to flee.

Bellamy

Get out of my way or I will gut you!

Wyper

I'd like to see you try.

The two begin to exchange a barrage of attacks at each other as the crowd moves past the city and into the thick jungle with Gan Fall and Holy leading the way. Law follows a distance behind.

Law

Commander, what the hell happened to you? How did you find us?

Niji

What do you think? The fuckin' Warlord happened–that’s what! He removed my legs so I couldn't get away. I had to crawl here. It took fuckin’ forever. If that giant dog hadn't found me, I wouldn't have made it in time.

Law

How did you cross cloud rivers with those sky sharks?

Niji

Mate…get me a beer and I'll tell you the whole story. It wasn't easy. It involved a lot of swinging on vines.

If the current situation isn't as dire, Law would have laughed, remembering their game where Zoro bellowed out animalistic noises as he swung over the jungle.

Wyper glances at them to ensure everyone's safe escape. Bellamy takes advantage of his blind spot and delivers a powerful punch fortified with armament haki. The warrior staggers backwards and drops his bazooka accidentally. The other man raises his opposite fist above him to chain his attack.

Niji flicks up two fingers and points them at Bellamy, sending a surge of electricity his way. It stuns the man, making him shake violently from where he stood. Wyper takes the opportunity to pick up his bazooka and whack the side of his head, knocking him unconscious.

Wyper

Thanks!

Niji gives him a weak nod as Law finally runs past the gates. The warrior joins them to catch up.

As they run, one of the watchtowers’ support pillars gives. The structure crashes, raining burning debris down their way.

Before Law and Wyper can act, Niji points his fingers upwards to zap the collapsing watchtower into smaller pieces around them, practically dissolving the structure into a rain of charred mulch. They continue running but the doctor notices the blue-haired man's shaky hand and breathless condition.

Law

Stop helping, dumbass!

Niji

I can't. Doctor…stop. Stop! We need to help my brother. He's at the White Sea just east from here.

Wyper

I thought you two looked similar!

Law

Why on earth should we? He stole the Heart of Skypiea! He took away Cora-san’s gift!

Wait, why am I helping you?!

Niji

Doflamingo held me for ransom. He wanted your Corazon for himself.

And…my brother.

Law

I've just had enough of this self-sacrificial habit of his.

Niji

Law…I made a dreadful mistake. Doflamingo bought my brother as his slave. We have to get him before he puts on his Raid Suit. He might not have a choice. He'll be an emotionless soldier–like us without helmets.

Law

What?!

Law finally stops running and Wyper does the same alongside him.

Law

If he owns him, then Germa is as good as his.

Niji

Precisely.

Law

But how come you're fine? I don't see you wearing your helmet.

Niji

I uh…ate a condensed seastone just before my helmet broke. I didn't know if it would work but it seems potent enough. Though, I don't know if the effects last and how long for….

Listen, someone… something… has been slowly taking over my brother the more he wears his Raid Suit. I'm afraid that if he does it again this time…he will obey Doflamingo's orders without question.

I…I gave Roronoa Zoro his suit and knowing my brother, he'd have found out somehow.

Law

Why the hell did you do that?!

Niji

For emergencies…. He'll most likely change but at least he'll still be alive….

Trafalgar, please. Even without the Raid Suit, he can't survive Doflamingo. He doesn't have the heart to kill him with his own hands no matter how much he says otherwise.

Law groans out loud and readjusts his cap, thinking.

They hear Bellamy yelling after them from afar. It sounds like he managed to reunite with some of his crew and are chasing after the Skypieans.

Wyper glares at their general direction then looks at the two next to him.

Wyper

I don't get a lot of what you talked about but I understand enough to know that you have to go. I'd come with you but I can't leave my people. Will you be alright?

Law

I… fine. We'll go and get Mr. Prince-ya.

Wyper

And while you're at it, make sure you reclaim the heart. The old man may have trusted you enough to put it under your care, but it's an ancient artefact that originated here and I'd hate to see it used or destroyed by an evil hand. We don't know what it does.

Also…I don't want to see your beautiful face hurt, blue man.

Niji

…The fuck?

Law

It's a long story. If we want to succeed, we need to go now.

Commander, you said the Pirate King will change if he puts on the Raid Suit. What does that entail, exactly?

A nervous sweat drops on the side of Niji's brow. He purses his lips and swallows.

Niji

A ruthless assassin who takes pleasure in killing. The perfect soldier of war that our father dreamed of but never realised he had. He's a murderer, a thief and a psychopath.

We call him Stealth Black.

—

The Numancia Flamingo sets off with two passengers on board. Sanji secures the last of the sails as Doflamingo manned the helm. He steers the ship towards the closest known area where the White Sea ends so they may begin their descent.

Sanji

I assume that we're expecting company. Is it a really good idea to leave your men behind?

Doflamingo

They're disposable. Either they pull through and sink the island as I ordered, or they get themselves killed. It doesn't matter at this point. We just need time to get away. They'll serve their purpose.

Sanji

Good call. Shame the execution was poor.

Doflamingo

Excuse me?

Sanji ignores him and climbs the mast halfway up to get a good view of the burning island, on the lookout for anyone who may have followed them.

A sharp pain sears through his skull, accompanied by a deafening ringing noise. He yelps from the sudden sensation and grips his dark streaked hair, losing his balance and landing onto the deck with a hard thump. He writhes about and pulls his hair, groaning and moaning. He laughs at how good it felt.

Doflamingo frowns at the state of him from the upper deck.

Doflamingo

Get a hold of yourself. What's wrong you?

Sanji

Shut up. SHUT THE FUCK UP! He's fighting this so just give me a second!

He growls and pins his own head down against the wooden deck. The streaks of his dark hair flickers from the roots then out, turning blonde then black repeatedly. Eventually, the pain passes and he maintains his form, collapsing onto his back and gasping for air. He misses it already. He closes his eyes, and glides his fingers over his figure and hardened length, licking his wet lips.

Sanji

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Do it again. Come on.

He hears footsteps next to his head. When he opens his eyes, he sees Doflamingo looming over him with an unimpressed scowl on his face. He chuckles.

Sanji

Can I get my reward now… master? I feel so hot. I'm desperate.

Sanji gives him a devilish grin and runs his hand over the Warlord's exposed skin on his leg. Doflamingo's brow twitches in annoyance and pulls himself away.

Doflamingo

Now's not a good time, pet. Get up. I need your haki. We'll definitely get a following sooner or later.

Sanji

Hmm…no. Come on, climb over me, love. I need something in my mouth. Badly.

Doflamingo takes a sharp breath in surprise.

Doflamingo

You were angry… and you can say no to me. You're not supposed to be like this.

Sanji bites his bottom lip and runs his fingers down his neck.

Sanji

And…what am I supposed to be, hmm?

Doflamingo

Don't play. Explain yourself. Did you do anything different this time?

Sanji moans in pleasure as another surge of sharp pain sears through his skull once more. He grips the sides of his head as his eyes roll and his back arches from pure bliss. The colours of his hair flicker again.

Sanji

Fuck. FUCK! Here it comes~

He laughs maniacally, drool flowing from his mouth.

Sanji

He's really trying. I don't understand it but I think it's because this body is drugged. He's able to come through.

Doflamingo practically feels the veins in his forehead pop.

Doflamingo

You're fuckin' high right now?

Sanji rolls side to side, taking in the pain. Doflamingo grunts in frustration and walks away, returning to the helm of his ship.

After a short moment, Sanji's sensation calms. He stands and makes his way to the upper deck to join the other passenger.

Sanji

I'm sorry, darling…. Are you upset at me?

He wraps an arm around one of Doflamingo's long legs and leans his head against it.

Doflamingo

A little. I just want to get you back.

Sanji

Oh? You know that I find you fun. I'll go along with whatever you want to do.

Doflamingo

It's not you that I'm talking about.

Sanji

Hmm...of course I'm not. But didn't you say that we're disposable?

The Warlord briefly glances at him as he feels the other blonde relax against his leg. He sighs and cups Sanji's face with both hands. He shifts them so they're facing each other.

Doflamingo

No one in this world can ever replace you, Sanji.

Sanji cocks a curious brow.

Sanji

You're being weird today. I thought you'd be happy that I'm back?

Doflamingo's expression softens as he runs his thumb over the other blonde's lips.

Doflamingo

I am, pet. But I wanted him. Not you.

Sanji

Hmph. You're no fun.

Sanji pushes himself away and walks towards the stern. He leans against the railing and watches the island slowly get smaller.

Doflamingo

I have certain…regrets. And I'm not sure how to fix it.

Sanji

Motherfucker. I remember. It's a shame it wasn't me. It looked like fun.

And why the change of heart now? That's a terrible image of you. What would your subjects say if they saw you in this state?

He feels a hand wrap around his waist as Doflamingo turns him to look at him directly. The Warlord kneels down and leans his forehead against his. He stays there, sliding his hand up and down the other man's waist caringly as if trying to soothe him.

Doflamingo

I was so desperate to have you to myself that I destroyed everything we had built together.

Sanji stares at him in disbelief. His red eyes slowly fade into glassy bright blues and his hair settles into full golden locks. With his free hand, Doflamingo removes his own red sunglasses to lock their gazes together. He drops them and holds Sanji's hand.

Sanji

I loved you, Doffy.

Doflamingo

Sanji… I–

Sanji

But you harmed my friends, you took away my brothers…and you hurt me.

There is nothing you can do to fix this.

He squeezes the Warlord's hand before his head twitches. He flicks his hair back as they fully take a form of wavy jet black–any semblance of his yellow hair is gone. When he blinks, his sky blue eyes fade into deep scarlet red.

Doflamingo sighs in disappointment as he picks up his sunglasses and wears them.

Sanji

That was meant to be a goodbye but…never mind that.

I'm with you until the end, Doffy.

Sanji reaches out and caresses the other's cheek. Doflamingo slaps his hand away and stands.

Sanji

Now is probably a good time to tell you that Roronoa Zoro is currently on his way. It seems that he's bringing hell to you.

The Warlord isn't surprised. He walks to the railing and watches the island where a streak of green emerges from the burning remains of the upper jungle.

Zoro

DOFLAMINGO!!!

—

With Niji on his back, Law is standing on top of a small flying island that he had extracted from Upper Yard. He follows the commander's directions to go eastwards, constantly on the lookout for Doflamingo's pink ship.

Niji

Our sister's theory, Reiju, is that Sanji had developed this split personality as a coping mechanism due to past traumas of extreme sorts. He was so desperate to not become machine-like that he'd separated himself from it.

Law

Bodies need something to run it. So this other being probably filled the void that your brother left behind. Cases of dissociative identity disorder aren't unheard of but I have a feeling that this “Stealth Black” is meant to be Sanji-ya’s “true” identity if your mother hadn't done anything to ruin your father's experimentation.

I don't think this will be an easy road for your family. I saw the signs but I wasn't certain…. It's not exactly my speciality.

The bad news is that you'll never get rid of him.

The good news is that even if he does fully take on this other identity, the Mr. Prince-ya we know will still be somewhere in there. It might just get harder and harder to bring him back out but he will never be completely lost. He's a part of Stealth Black as much as Stealth Black is a part of him.

Niji's grip on the doctor's coat tightens, feeling a small semblance of relief wash over.

Voice

DOFLAMINGO!!!

Law and Niji glance around as the voice echoes loudly across the burning jungle.

Law

That sounds familiar…

Niji

There!

Niji points downwards where a streak of green aura bursts out from tall dangerous flames.

Niji

It's the swordsman!

Law

Hang on tight!

Law flicks his wrist and the floating earth takes a sharp turn towards the enraged man.

From the corner of his eye, Law spots another streak of green flying towards Zoro at a great speed. It collides into the swordsman’s aura, bringing him down.

—

Zoro and Yonji wrestle in the air before crashing down by the shores of the White Sea. The impact sends a blast of powerful wind as they both get blown off to roll in opposite directions.

The swordsman quickly gets on his feet as the other wipes blood off the corner of his lips and stands up tall.

Zoro

I don't know who you are but you need to get out of my fuckin' way.

Yonji

Not a chance, Demon Warlord.

Zoro lunges towards Yonji who brings up his hand to send long indestructible lines of metal from his fingers. The swordsman swipes them out of his way to and fro. When he feels a sharp pain from the hole in his abdomen, he falters. The other man seizes the opportunity to wrap him in coils.

From above, a large piece of earth comes hurling down over them. Yonji gasps in surprise as he uses his other hand to raise a clenched fist, smashing the rock into pieces.

Law and Niji burst through from the other side. The doctor swipes his blade across Yonji’s chest but the green commander dodges out of his way, letting go of the captured swordsman in the process. Niji follows up by flinging himself off Law's back to land directly on top of Yonji, pinning him to the ground. With a wild scream, Niji uses what's left of his energy to deliver a powerful surge of electricity throughout his body, shocking his brother to keep him stunned on the ground.

Niji

This is for being an asshole!

Yonji

Fuck…off!!!

Zoro pushes himself up with a huff and stares dumbfoundedly at the two siblings. Law runs to him and quickly sutures his wound close with his powers.

Law

Zoro-ya, leave us with Yonji! You need to catch Doflamingo and Mr. Prince-ya!

Zoro

That's–? What happened to Niji? What's he doing here?

Law

There's no time to explain!

Law flicks his wrists to enlarge his room to reach Doflamingo's ship in an attempt to teleport Sanji back. Before it can go further out to the White Sea, Yonji aims for the back of the doctor's head with difficulty and forces one of his hands to extend long cables. It shoots out, powered by Niji's electrical shock. Distracted, Law's room dissipates as he swipes the winch out of his way with his sword.

Law

Zoro-ya, just go!!! I'll keep trying to help from here!

Zoro

Thanks!

Zoro runs to the tallest protruding boulders he can find and launches off it.

Yonji retracts his winch and delivers another set of cables towards Law once more. Niji forces his brother's head into the ground in an attempt to keep him pinned but the green commander's elongated fingers wrap around the doctor's body, sending a surge of high voltage that stuns Law.

Seeing that he'd failed, Niji stops his electrical ability. Law drops onto his knees as smoke emanates from his sizzling body. Yonji takes the opportunity to swing himself around, punching Niji off him with his elbow. The green commander retracts his winch then climbs over him to pin him down.

Yonji

I told you to leave this place as soon as you get the chance!!!

Niji

I won't leave him! And I can't leave you like this!

Yonji

Then you're dead.

Yonji begins punching his brother repeatedly across his face, beating him into a pulp.

Free from the coils, Law finally summons his room ability and uproots large burning trees out of the ground. He swings his arms forwards, sending them towards Yonji who takes the full brunt of the damage. He flies far into the cloudy sea with the trees on top of him.

Law

Commander!

Law runs to aid the bruised and bloodied Niji who lay weakly on the ground, gasping for air with a gurgle at the back of his throat. His face is bruised and swollen, and his nose cracked. He coughs out blood to clear his throat.

Law

Niji-ya, hang in there. Don't fight. Leave him to me.

With great difficulty, Niji replies as Law begins to nurse his open wounds close.

Niji

N–no. Stop. We can't take him alone. He's the strongest out of all of us and has no emotions. In his mind, he's got nothing to lose…. We need my big brother and sister.

Law

How?!

Niji coughs out more blood. Law lifts him up to elevate him so he sits against him for support, stabilising his breathing.

Niji

Gonna n–need you to kill me….

Law

What?!

From afar, they see large waves as Yonji launches himself in the air.

Niji

It'll send a distress signal… They'll be able to find us.

Law…you need to be quick. There isn't time. There's no other way.

As soon as Sanji and Doflamingo get past the Bird Cage, he will crush the entire place. No one will be able to survive it.

Law

I–I don't know….

They see a ball of green fly towards them from above.

With a shaky hand, Niji reaches out and grips Law's wrist to get his attention.

Niji

Promise that you'll bring me back?

Law

Tch. You Vinsmokes just like throwing your lives left right and center.

With a flick of his hand, a gelatinous cube comes out of Niji's chest, leaving behind a dark square hole behind it. The commander groans at the odd sensation. When he looks into the translucent shape, he sees his own heart contained inside it, beating weakly. Law catches it in his hand.

Niji

That's ominous.

Law

Do you have any idea what you're in for?

Niji

…No. Just do it.

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Bonus: Static

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knight-a3 · 5 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Sketchbook 2: Part 9

Masterpost

Spider fam

At this point, I'd done most of the main cast and started branching out, because I like doing character design. So I took a crack at the Spider Family. Notes will be under the cut.

At the very end, I was doing some 1920s flapper girl research. You only get one guess why.

Overview: So the whole family is spiders because the mob is a whole family-wide web of crime. But the more deeply involved, the more spider traits they have.

More notes under the cut

Arackniss: the heir

As the heir to the family business, Arackniss was highly involved. It's made him pretty tired and grumpy and no-nonsense. He functions on coffee, usually black because he's just after the caffeine. He's also a smoker. He's gotta have his cigarettes.

He has three sets of arms, and is unable to retract any of them. He usually has an overcoat and sticks his extra arms in pockets, which hides them pretty well. He's able to climb walls and jump well.

Design-wise, I wanted to differentiate his head shape from Angel's by slightly changing his hairstyle. And his eyebrows are actually a pair of eyes. (Jumping spiders have 4 pairs of eyes, 8 eyes total)

Angie: the wild child

Anthony had always been pretty wishy washy in his desire to participate in the family business. He enjoyed some aspects, but not others. Overall, he just enjoyed partying and shooting up (in more ways than one). Their father was Catholic and consequently pretty homophobic. Anthony's siblings knew (Molly was very supportive, Arackniss was too tired to care), but he never came out to their parents in life. It caused a significant rift in their afterlife, leading their parents to disowning him. Which Angel was fine with, he was more interested in serving himself anyway, and he eventually turned to Valentino for affection.

Angel has three sets of arms, but can retract his third set. He can jump decently, but can't climb walls. His hair is fluffier than Arackniss's because Angel cares more about his appearance and has a whole beauty routine.

Molly: the spoiled daughter. Guilty by association.

In canon, Molly is in heaven. But I think she knew what the family business was and benefited from it. She didn't participate herself(she's a spoiled daddy's girl), but didn't care that her family did bad things like murder. So I'm putting her in hell with the rest of them. Ma and Pa still spoil her.

I tried to wrap my head around the anatomy of her four legs, but just couldn't get it to work in a way that I liked. So, she also has three sets of arms, but can retract the two extras(because her involvement with the business was very hands off, at most she would do something in the business front). She can't climb walls or jump well.

Ma: the mob wife

I guess she is technically an OC. But I honestly just wanted to play with character design. She's a classic femme fatale. She has two sets of retractable legs that come out from her back. The symbolism is that she seems harmless at first, but she's deceptively dangerous. She can jump well, climb walls, and has venom. I know jumping spiders aren't venomous, but this is fictional and it works thematically.

Pops: the mob boss. Despite how he looks, he was not inspired by Waternoose from Monsters Inc. I realized that afterwards. I also didn't know until after that Viv had designed him. I've looked at it since, and am not particularly impressed. But it's pretty old at this point, and was for Zoophobia rather than Hazbin Hotel. SO...

Because he was the boss, he's the most visually transformed. Worst of the lot. He smokes cigars and is a coffee snob.

He has three sets of legs, and his mustache is made of spider fangs. His eyebrows are a pair of eyes, like Arackniss. He's got a venomous touch, sort of like Thrax from Osmosis Jones.

20s flapper fashion studies that I used the extra paper space for.

#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #angel dust #angie #arackniss #hazbin molly #heavenbound au #a3 art #fanart #traditional art #sketches #sketchbook tour 2

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ryin-silverfish · 5 months ago

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The FSYY Body Count List

…Because when you are trying to procrastinate an assignment, you'll focus your attention on anything that isn't the assignment, no matter how strange the subject matter is.

So here is a list of the individual Chan juniors' body count during the course of the FSYY novel. Fantastic creatures (non-sapient, not yaoguais that have cultivated a human form, but aren't regular animals either) are listed separately.

Nezha: 15 characters

-Li Gen the Yaksha (Qiankun Ring to the head)

-Ao Bing (pulled off steed with sash, Qiankun Ring to the head, tendons pulled out)

-Verdant Cloud Boy (archery accident)

-Yao Shaosi (speared)

-Colored Cloud Immortal (speared)

-Deng Zhong (knocked off steed with Qiankun Ring, then speared)

-Ji Li (speared)

-Li Qi (knocked down with ring, speared)

-Pong Hong (knocked down with ring, speared)

-Wang Bao (knocked off steed with ring, speared)

-Ma Zhong (incinerated by the Nine Fire Dragon Bell Cover)

-Long Anji (knocked down by a ring better than his, speared)

-Gao Lanying (didn't get her needles out in time, knocked down, speared)

-Ding Ce (killed by the Qiankun Ring)

-Lu Renjie (knocked off his steed by the Qiankun Ring in a fatal blow)

Note: I didn't count the Colored Cloud Boy, Lady Shiji's other disciple that gets bonked by the Qiankun Ring, because his death is never confirmed, even though he was already "struggling for his life on the ground" when Shiji comes out of the cave.

Yang Jian: 13 characters, 2 creatures

-Chen Jiugong (speared)

-Zhou Xin (Skyhowler'ed, then chopped in half)

-Bi Huan (Skyhowler'ed, then speared)

-Wen Liang (tried to escape after being bricked by Nezha, got hit in the shoulder by Yang Jian's slingshot, fell off his horse, and died)

-Yu Hua (Leizhen Zi knocked him off his steed, Yang Jian finished him off with his polearm)

-Zhang Kui's mom (indirectly, he tricked Zhang Kui into killing her via transformation arts)

-Chang Hao (Yang Jian transformed into a flying centipede, snipped its head off, reverted to his true form, chopped up the snake, then incinerated it with Five Thunder Arts)

-Wu Long (Yang Jian turned into a golden rooster and pecked it to pieces)

-Yang Xian (tried to flee after seeing Yang Jian turn into a tiger, chopped in half)

-Dai Li (Skyhowler'ed, then speared)

-Guo Chen (speared)

-Lei Kun (speared)

-The Nine-headed Pheasant Demoness (indirectly: Skyhowler'ed, then decapitated by Zhou soldiers on the execution ground under Yang Jian's watch)

Creatures:

The Flower Fox Ferret, Mo Lishou's monstrous pet (Yang Jian burst out of its body after being eaten, tearing it into two halves in the process)

The One-horned Black Smoke Beast, Zhang Kui's magical steed (indirectly, same as Zhang Kui's mom)

Huang Tianhua: 7 characters

Chen Tong (Fire Dragon Dart sucked into Tianhua's flower basket, then decapitated by the beam of the Moye Sword)

The Four Mo Brothers (killed by the Heart-piercing Nail)

Yu Qin (killed by the Fire Dragon Dart)

Chen Geng (knocked off steed by the Fire Dragon Dart, then decapitated)

Yang Ren: 6 characters

Fang Yizhen (incinerated by the Five Fire Fan)

Li Ping (caught in the fan's AOE while trying to persuade Lv Yue)

Chen Geng (incinerated by the fan)

Lv Yue (incinerated by the fan)

Yu Xian & Yu Zhao (incinerated together)

Leizhen Zi: 5 characters

Xin Huan (Skyhowler'ed, then finished off by Leizhen Zi with a staff to the head)

Zhou Xin (Staff to the head)

Peng Zun (knocked off his steed via a staff to the shoulder, then decapitated)

Yu Guang (staff to the head)

Lei Peng (KO'ed with staff)

Huang Tianxiang: 4 characters

Feng Lin (speared)

Tao Rong (speared)

Gou Zhang (speared)

Gao Gui (speared)

Wei Hu: 4 characters

Yang Wenhui (Demon-subduing Club to the head)

Yu Da (clubbed)

Zhang Kui (clubbed)

Jade Pipa Demoness (indirectly: decapitated by soldiers under his supervision)

Jinzha: 3 characters

Wang Mo (immobilized by the Dragon Stake, then killed with a sword)

Yang Sen (immobilized by Dragon Stake, killed with sword)

Dou Rong (indirectly: Jinzha immobilized him with the Dragon Stake, but Jiang Wenhuan made the killing blow)

Muzha: 2 characters

Li Xingba (killed with one of Muzha's twin flying swords)

Lady Chedi (killed with twin flying sword)

...

Final Thoughts

-If you count the creatures, Nezha and Yang Jian's kill counts will be equal, though several of Yang Jian's kills are indirect.

-Jiang Ziya: tfw your logistic guy, responsible for overseeing the supply line, has a body count as high as your designated army vanguard.

-Yeah, Yang Jian's official job in the Zhou army is the Grain Transport Officer. I think it really fits his personality——the clever, ruthless trickster who's also a mature, polite disciple.

-Though Leizhen Zi's kill counts can't match Nezha and Yang Jian, there are multiple descriptions of him knocking down whole sections of the city wall with a single staff strike. Maybe he's the anti-fortification specialist of the team or something. /lh

-Huang Tianhua: the ranged attacker who keeps trying to be a melee DPS. /j

-For real though, he seems to rely a lot more on the Fire Dragon Darts from a slain foe, and when the Heart-piercing Nail is used after the Mo brothers' demise, it only ends up going straight through Xin Huan's wing and the Winged Immortal's right arm.

-Yang Ren always gives me the impression of a soft-spoken bureaucrat who gradually discovered his inner pyromaniac after receiving the Five Fire Fan.

-My list is only counting the named characters, but everyone on this list who's still alive during the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation Arc are described as unleashing their might and treasures during the battle.

-Considering the AOE effects of some of these treasures, they probably send a lot more filler NPCs into the Investiture.

-BTW, there are 151 names on the Investiture who are labelled as having died in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation. 123, if you leave out the 28 Lunar Mansions, who are killed by the 4 Immortal Swords seized from Patriarch Tongtian's previous formation.

-How many percent of those 123 kills each Chan Sect participant is responsible for is up to your imagination.

-Forget about the Nezha age discourse——Huang Tianxiang was probably about 10 when he made his first kill, since the text described his head as "still bald". If I remember correctly, in the Ming dynasty, before 10, most children had their heads shaved completely bald, or leaving only a few patches of hair tied up in a braid/bun.

-He's also 14 when he made his third kill, and 17 when he was executed by Qiu Yin. Four chapters prior, Huang Tianhua died to Gao Jineng.

-Jinzha and Muzha: tfw your total kill counts combined is only a third of your little brother's.

-The one detail I've observed is that Jinzha ends up rescuing/attempting to rescue Nezha, Huang Tianhua, Jiang Ziya, and Tianhua again (together with Muzha) after they get knocked down.

-I feel kinda bad for Muzha when I look at the numbers. He does cut off one of Lv Yue's arms after recovering from his first plague attack, though.

#investiture of the gods #fengshen yanyi #fsyy #nezha #yang jian #huang tianhua #jinzha #muzha #iotg

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tiddygame · 1 year ago

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Ghoap god type Au part 2!

Ao3 /// part 1 /// part 2 /// part 3 /// part 4 /// part 5 /// part 6 /// part 7 /// part 8 /// part 9 /// part 10 /// part 11 /// epilogue

i didn’t expect so many people to like this so this is a little addition written stream of consciousness style :)

Weeks have passed and the troops have marched on. Ghost is not very liked amongst his fellow soldiers, most viewing him as something less than human. If they notice the drastic uptick in him sneaking away, they say nothing. Whether it is out of respect, fear, or apathy does not matter.

When they stop somewhere, even if for just a night or two, he always searches the area for overgrown shrines belonging to the god. Now that he is actively seeking them out, he realizes that they’re everywhere.

Damn near every notable landscape was a ruin of what was once a commemoration for the god. Clearings in trees with stone circles on the ground, shallow caves with a pedestal holding forgotten gifts, eye-catching rocks that turned into statues when you paid attention — all for a deity that was now on the brink of death.

On the rare occasion he is unable to find one, he creates one. It was never really anything more than a pile of rocks, but the offerings were still accepted so he took it as a sign of approval. Before, he always ate his meals on the edge of camp, as far away from everyone as he could get while still being in camp. But then he remembered that he didn’t give a shit and would wander further into the woods before sitting down to eat.

Now, it was the same routine but a little less alone. To call some old ass god a friend was a stretch, especially since half of the time it felt more like trying to feed a skittish stray dog, but he enjoyed the time spent “together”. He decided not to think about whether that was an exploitable weakness or if he was going soft and instead tried to enjoy his newfound respite.

Of course, nothing stays happy forever.

When the battle they had been marched towards finally came, Ghost was put on the frontlines, as per usual. This time he felt Different but chalked it up to nerves with feeling like he might have something to lose now.

That morning, he hadn’t received breakfast so the only offering he had been able to provide was a few flowers that were in the area. He felt beyond stupid while picking them, but when they were laid down, the god hadn’t even waited for him to turn away to be able to dramatically accept the offering. They were accepted immediately, with a strong breeze rustling the branches and such an intense feeling flooding through him he’d had to take a step back.

The forgotten god of death likes flowers, apparently.

Within a few hours, he went from wondering if he would now be upgrading his food offerings to include a garnish of whatever flowers he found in the area, to wondering if that would be the last offering the god would ever receive.

The arrow had nestled between plates of his armor, striking him in the lower ribs. He was dying far too slowly for it to have hit anything vital, but he was still dying. He was an okay field medic, but it was that very knowledge that meant he knew he was doomed.

Being nothing more than a weapon, he was not allowed to see the healers the same way everyone else was. As the battle finished with their side unfortunately victorious, he wondered if the general even realized he could be fatally wounded.

The smoke cleared, the injured men were hurried to the medical tents, the general began planning their next attack, and Ghost lay there, dying and forgotten in an open field. He had been looking forward to this moment for so long, but now that he was here, he wondered who would give his god offerings tomorrow. Realizing that in dying, he would be taking the god with him made him feel almost remorseful.

But the darkness was creeping in on his vision and his woes seemed to fall away as did the rest of the world. Perhaps he would be seeing the god soon.

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He did not expect to wake up, and yet he was staring at the canopy of leaves above him and wondering why Hell looked so nice. When the pounding in his head went away, he sat up slowly, first rolling onto his side and reeling from the pain. When he was able to push himself up into a seated position, he realized that Hell not only looked lovely, but incredibly familiar as well.

Once his vision stopped swirling, he saw that he wasn’t in the afterlife at all, but instead had been lying on the offering table he had just left flowers on that morning. Still barely comprehending what was going on, he scrambled off the shrine. Just because he’d challenge a god to a fistfight doesn’t mean he’s entirely stupid. He still remembers stories that the elders would use to scare him and the other kids — about how anything on the offering table was an offering that could be taken.

He wasn’t interested in becoming a human sacrifice just yet so he fell to the grass and tried to remember what happened. The pain made everything muddied, but he knew for certain he was supposed to be dead. The shrine he had woken on gave some indication of what must’ve happened, though the why of it all was still a mystery.

Would the god of death betray his own domain just for the sake of keeping him alive?

Lifting his shirt and finding a golden scar on what should have been a fatal injury, he found out that yes, yes they would. The pain made it take a good few minutes to stand and he distantly wondered how much power the god had. He’d heard of deities saving their favorite (and in this case, only) follower from the brink of death, but never heard mention of the pain.

He deduced that the god must still be too weak to have done such magic fuckery without repercussions and that the full-body agony must be at least one of those repercussions. As he sat pondering the power level of the being, he went to run his hand through his hair but stopped, feeling something that wasn’t there before.

A flower, tucked behind his ear. One he picked that morning.

The god of death saved him and put a dandelion behind his ear.

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It wasn't until the next night that he was able to visit the shrine. As expected, he was yelled at for disappearing for several hours but he was too out of it to really hear any of what was being said. The pain would come and go at seemingly random and each spike that made his steps stutter was another reminder of just how close he had been to death.

Waylaid by his duties and own requirements of rest, he finally snuck out with the little dinner he had been given. Part of him was a lot more scared than he’d like to admit, having no idea what the god would want in return for the miracle they’d performed. He really did not want to be indebted to yet another person, much less a god.

It took him much longer than usual to make it to the shrine, slowed by pain and exhaustion. It was pitch black by the time he got there but the area around the pedestal had a slight glow.

He set down his offerings and really hoped it was enough to not incur the wrath of an angry god that felt like they were owed more than they received. His dinner — consisting of a bread roll and salted meat, a true feast — along with some jewelry he was able to pilfer and more flowers was far from what any god would expect in return for such a miracle, but it was all he had to offer.

He took a stuttering step back and bowed his head. He may be a prideful bastard but he’d consider the day a victory if he lived long enough to feel embarrassed. His fingers tingled, the leaves rustled, and he opened his eyes to find— Oh. Hmmm.

The flowers and jewelry were gone, but the plate had more food on it.

Well, that’s… something. He looked up at the sky, wondering if the god was watching him. After some hesitation, he verbalized his question, asking if this meant the offering was rejected.

There was no answer. When he looked back down, the plate had been moved closer towards him. Okay, what the fuck? The food looked kind of shitty, honestly, but looking closer he realized that’s because it was his offerings that he had given.

Still not quite grasping the situation, he slowly grabbed the plate, waiting to see if he’d be struck by lightning. However, no murderous rain clouds spontaneously appeared as it left the altar. He examined the plate. The food was stacked rather precariously; there wasn’t much of it but the randomness of the items ensured it was on the brink of falling.

Was this meant to be a gift? For him? Why would a god continue to give more and more while receiving almost nothing in return?

He took a moment to sit down, definitely out of caution and not pain, trying to figure out if this was what the deity wanted him to do. Tentatively, he grabbed a piece of bread and slowly began eating. He was slowed by the shake in his hands and for once was right in saying it wasn’t from nerves. The shakiness had been persisting ever since he woke up but had gotten better over time. Before, he hadn’t been able to even pick up small items without struggle. It all seemed a small price to pay considering he should’ve died in that field.

As he ate, he stared up at the altar and wondered how a god whose favorite offerings were flowers had gotten such an awful reputation. Lost in thought, he was pulled back to the present as the apple almost rolled off the plate. He caught it, moving to set it in his lap instead, but noticed something that made him freeze.

Someone was there.

He felt it, both the eyes watching him and the domineering presence that had taken up the area. He carefully continued his movements while looking around, alarmed to see nothing there. He took stock of his surroundings, trying to discern what he was sensing. It seemed the god was no longer simply watching him from the heavens.

Not expecting an answer, he asked aloud if the god wanted some of the food, resolutely staring at his plate. He was unused to feeling a divine being near him. It was unsettling.

No.

The answer seemed to materialize from nothing. He hadn’t heard it, hadn’t read it, it didn’t even feel like it had been some kind of psychic fuckery. It just was. Man, gods were weird.

Pushing the limit, he asked if they had a favorite flower.

Whichever you give me.

And then the presence was gone. He was back to eating alone in a clearing. What the fuck does that mean? The weird godly way of talking didn’t provide much in the way of tone. Was it happy? Flirty? Apathetic? Annoyed?

He shook his head and resumed eating. It didn’t matter. Tomorrow would be an even longer day as they pack up and march on.

He needs to get his god more flowers.

#ghost: i shall give you my last morsel as a token of gratitude for saving my life #soap barely clinging on having exerted almost all of his energy in saving ghost: EAT THE FOOD YOU FUCKING DONKEY #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #i am once more ver very aslepe #this may be temporarily removed when i wake udk id it’s too bad but if is it’ll be back up soon after #just hopefultkt more coherent #good night #forgotten death au #(name subject to change lmao)

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shitposting-fox · 7 months ago

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Dandadan Anime Content Warnings

Season One:

EP 1 - light domestic violence, attempted SA (female and male), pedophilic harassment (male), possession, non-consensual body modification, genital discussion, restraints (female), body horror

EP 2 - Smoking, possession, genital discussion, body horror, graphic depictions of violence

EP 3 - Smoking, possession, genital discussion body horror, scopophobia

EP 4 - Smoking, possession, genital discussion, discussion of SA and murder, body horror

EP 5 - Smoking, bullying, genital discussion, body horror

EP 6 - genital/sexual discussions, (non-sexual) harassment and assault, vore, graphic depictions of violence, choking, body horror

EP 7 - genital discussion, graphic depictions of violence, temporary character death, body horror, prostitution, assault, child kidnapping, suicide, death

EP 8 - Genital discussion, smoking, attempted non-consensual kissing, attempted SA (male), restraints (male), stripping, mild depictions of violence, choking, body horror

EP 9 - genital discussion, choking, Non-sexual nudity, public nudity, graphic depictions of violence, non-fatal drowning, stripping, scopophobia, body horror

EP 10 - genital discussion, smoking, bullying, food aggression

EP 11 - genital discussion, smoking, body horror, depictions of suicide, anatomical model gore

EP 12 - genital discussion, smoking, body horror, anatomical model gore, attempted SA (female), pedophilic harassment (female), physical assault, non-fatal drowning

#fox.txt #dandadan #aira shiratori #momo ayase #jiji enjoji #ken takakura #seiko ayase #granny seiko #turbo granny #dandadan jiji #dandadan okarun #dan da dan #dandadan aira #dandadan momo #dandadan anime #okarun #dandadan ken

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lizzy019 · 7 months ago

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Hihi! So, idk if your requests are open (if they're not, feel free to ignore this :))

Could I have the gang (seperately) (idk if you do all of them in one post srry(if not, then just Johnny or Ponyboy)) with an S/O who's uncomfortable with drinking and drugs and gets like, a bit tense/anxious when they see either - including when the gang has any - just cuz of some bad childhood trauma?

Thanks!

Love you sm <3 /p and I hope you have a good day/evening!!

Ahh back again with a request haha! Sure, I'll write short drabbles for each of the gang members :))

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1) Ponyboy 2) Johnny

3) Dally 4) Darry IN THIS ORDER!

5) Soda 6) Steve 7) Two-bit

1) Ponyboy

Ponyboy knew that you tended to be a bit uncomfortable when he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it within a matter of seconds. Now normally, you'd just plug your nose and push past it since this was just Pony's addiction, but lately you seemed to cough from the second hand smoke and stood far away from him.

You couldn't find it in you to tell him how your parental figure did it too often when you were still a young kid. You saw how they got when they were high off of their mind, it bugged you ceaselessly and you really didn't want to see Ponyboy like that either. But then again, you were supposed to be a bit tougher, so naturally you didn't tell him.

But Ponyboy caught on quick enough.

Now, it was very common for him to smoke when he got stressed or anxious about something. Though Ponyboy preferred the easy way out of his stress, smoking his cheap tobacco, he tried to keep it away from you. Whenever he was stressed, he'd find you and lay his issues on you to resolve them together.

It wasn't a big fix, but if it had you coughing less and smiling more, he'd do just about anything for the curl of your lips and the laughs you shared.

2) Johnny

Now, Johnny was well aware of your trauma and discomfort when it came to drugs and substance abuse. He tried his best, honestly, to keep his addiction away from you, or to a minimum if he really couldn't suppress the urge.

He understood fully why you didn't like substances like weed or tobacco, especially when you had these tiny freezes every time he lit up a cigarette and took a puff. They could be dangerous, fatal even, and he knew that it deeply worried you seeing him smoking them. As a trauma survivor himself, he knew it could be tough trying to push past something that scars your life.

But Johnny should've known better. He should've tried harder, especially so when you started physically distancing yourself from him when he smoked. Second hand smoke was bad, but it was worse because he knew why you were getting so overwhelmed.

You were scared, and he couldn't be mad at you for it.

So Johnny decided to quit. Just one evening, he handed you his cigarettes and his lighter and made sure you trashed them for him. At the end of the day, it was saving you both from a lot of issues in the future.

3) Dally

Dally by no means meant his teasing when you first told him how him smoking around you made you uncomfy. But he tried to at least grasp why it made you uncomfortable, to prevent the disliked feeling sway you away from him.

While Dally struggled with breaking his addiction (he was 12 when he started), he had a goal in mind. Less than a pack a day, hopefully less than 15 if he got good enough. It was just something he tried to do to keep you safe, he loved you more than anything and he'd prioritize your comfort over something as silly as a few cigarettes.

You were very happy when his average intake of cigs had dropped a couple, and it made you proud knowing you were the cause of it. And as of lately, he even seemed to be more cheery because he wasn't smoking that much anymore.

You both were very happy with what Dally had done for you.

4) Darry

Darry is a simple man. While he did like his beer, a cigarette every now and then helped soothe the stress of taking care of two buffoon siblings and all his friends. The man was overworked, you couldn't blame him for needing some affordable way to release the overwhelming stress building and building.

But you didn't like when he smoked. You were scared, truthfully. He was smart, he was a dignified and respected gentleman. Seeing him smoke was like seeing a rabbit eating corn instead of the stereotypical carrots or celery. It was odd, it wasn't correct.

So the minute you informed him of your dislike to his smoking, along with your reason for the dislike to be trauma, he was quick to throw out his lighter and just hand the cigarette box off to Soda. It was efficient, and at least with beer, the effects were more manageable compared to being high off of his mind.

5) Sodapop

Soda in all honesty doesn't smoke that much to begin with. He just doesn't see it as something he wants to use to calm himself for the rest of his life considering his other brothers already cough up a storm from them.

But he especially tried to quit doing them at all when you came along. He could see your utter discomfort at the sight of the measly tobacco stick, and he questioned you. But he quickly took back any jokes he made directed at your trauma, as he didn't know... and the last thing he wanted to do was drive a wedge in between you two because of some stupid joke he made.

That was the day he stopped smoking around you. Any time he felt the need for a smoke, he'd just tell you he'd be outside for a few minutes and he'd pop back in.

Sure, he smelled of pungent tobacco afterwards, but it was the thought that counted, right? If seeing him smoke bothered you and he was too far into his addiction to quit, he would happily find ways that'd work for the both of you!

6) Steve

Now let's be honest here, Steve drinks more than he does smoke. Regardless of it, he'll happily accept a cigarette when it's given to him, he can't deny a free cig!

But he noticed the tenseness in your shoulders, the pained and fearful look buried in your gaze as you eyed him with just a cigarette between his lips. Were you upset at him for smoking? Maybe worried for his health? He didn't know, but he threw the cigarette out even if it still had a good amount left over.

It was then that you relaxed, shoulders going loose again and eyes soft like always. Oh, so you didn't like cigarettes at all, period. Maybe you just didn't like him doing drugs, but he didn't want to question you. Then again, even if he wasn't the smartest educationally, he was smart when it came to things like body language.

Instead of taking the cigarettes offered, he started brushing them off, smiling a bit in your direction as if to show you how much he cared about you. Steve wanted you to be proud of his responsibility, and you were. Well... you only smiled back because his smile was just too contagious.

7) Two-bit

Deadass, this man has awful habits. From drinking beer and smoking cigarettes, to drinking beer while smoking cigarettes, it wasn't uncommon for him to be seen tipsy or a bit stoned every now and then.

But once you and Two got together, he maintained his sober streak for a good while. Sure, an occasional beer maybe, but never too much and never too many cigarettes. He never even knew of your trauma to them until you both were with the gang, and he started smoking just because everyone else was.

Heavily influenced, you dubbed as one of his many poor characteristics.

But he knew at least vaguely from the gang that you didn't like it. After all, it was noticeable how your usually cheery, warm expression would shift to discomfort and appal. He didn't know how to handle the guilt knowing he possibly triggered some trauma you had, and his apologies were in the form of handing you his lighter and bottle opener.

It wasn't much, but it'd slow him down.

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luciacaminoz · 1 month ago

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GIVE US DA RYAN DEETZ!!!!!!! pls and thank u <3

i went crazy w this forgive me but it was so fun once i started LMAO

CODEX ENTRY:

Ryan Donahue

Bail Bond Enforcer

Name: Ryan Michael Donahue

Aliases: “Montana” (Cartel & Bounty Hunter associates), “Sharkbait” (Miami repo circuit), “Saint Gringo” (affectionately—Mrs. Gutierrez, 68, his widowed hallway neighbor and pseudo-abuela that he’ll repair anything and everything for, free of charge and at the drop of her oversized sunhat)

Birthdate: March 14th, 1990 (Pisces sun, Taurus moon, Sagittarius rising) | (meets Sol in 2017 at the bar Cactus Moon, the AU is set 8 months later in 2018 so he’s just turned 28 when they reunite at Club E11EVEN.)

Height: 6’3 | Weight: 210 lbs (8% body fat)

Nationality: American (Montana-born, Florida-raised)

Affiliation: Independent Contractor (bail bonds, repossession, occasional problem-solving for organized-crime-adjacent clients)

PHYSICAL PROFILE:

Appearance: Caucasian, eternal tan-lines, dirty blond hair (buzzcut fade in 2017, grown-out more by 2018), light stubble, dark blue/gray eyes

Build: NFL Tight End meets Carpentry Jesus — broad shoulders, tapered waist, legs thick from hauling ass.

Maintains physique via manual labor and gym rat habits, dawn weightlifting (235lb bench, 485lb deadlift), weekend MMA sparring with The Boys, and dragging dickheads out of McMansions and meth labs.

Distinguishing Marks/Features:

Medium-sized birthmark on his right shoulder blade

Prowling Tiger backpiece (Japanese traditional/irezumi, 18hrs, Miami Ink, 25th Birthday)

“LIVE FREE” knuckle tattoos (at 20, just ‘cause)

Regrettable star tramp stamp (blackout during Spring Break, Key West ‘07). (Also almost got his grandad’s rodeo belt buckle tattooed: “Giddy Up or Giddy Gone”.)

Scars:

Faint knife slash along ribs on his left side (bar fight)

Burn mark on his left palm (welding accident at 16)

Faded .22 graze above his right knee from Miami PD ‘friendly fire’

Scent: Coppertone sunscreen, Dial Spring Water soap, Cuban espresso; sawdust and gun oil occasionally.

Blood Profile: tastes like sea salt, cedar smoke, a 90-proof shot, the tiniest hint of caramel

Style: Just Some Guy ™️ mixed with Florida Man Drip ™️ and a little athleisure — tank tops, unbuttoned tropical camp shirts, slim-fit henleys with the sleeves rolled. Jeans, sweatpants, board shorts. Dressed up: short-sleeved dress shirts and Cuban-collar linen in solid-colors (creams, bourbons, navies, as well as pastels), silver pinky ring (grandad’s)—he has literally never gotten more formal than that…

Voice: Baritone drawl (Montana gravel honeyed with half a life spent in Miami), laughs like a diesel engine turning over

Language(s): English, kitchen-table Spanish (bad pronunciation always to Mrs. G’s and Sol’s amusements)

BACKGROUND (Lite):

Born in Butte, MT, to a roofer dad and ER nurse mom. Has a sister 4 years older, Lisa. Spent summers on grandad Frank’s ranch mending fences, tracking elk, learning to spot rattlesnakes by sound. Family moved to Miami after dad’s death (‘99) and mom remarried (‘01). HATED the city until he discovered his love for the ocean.

Dropped out of FSU Marine Bio program when mom got sick after her divorce. Fell into repo work to help pay chemo bills, found he had a knack for persuasion. Has twin nieces—Lisa had baby girls Elle and Frankie in 2014.

Collects vintage bottle openers and plays Animal Crossing: New Horizons to unwind

PERSONALITY & PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (Lite):

Enneagram: Type 8, bounces between 8w7 and 8w9

Symptoms of Mild OCD

Core Fear: Helplessness

Core Desire: Autonomy

Fatal Flaw: Assuming everyone is as straightforward as him

MBTI: ISTP (The Virtuoso). Tries to fix what’s broken while ignoring what’s making things complicated

Defining Traits:

Preternatural Calm (BP stays 120/80 even evading gunfire)

Moral Flexibility (steals from criminals, lies to cops… repos yachts, not souls—but hey, if the cash is REALLY good…)

Protective Without Paternalism (you’re a grown ass woman Sol for fuck’s sake act like it)

Sunset Nostalgia (prone to unprompted childhood stories, buying overpriced cowboy boots and expensive artisanal coffee grounds for Mrs. G, FaceTiming his sister’s kids)

Resilience (survives Sol accidentally over-feeding with only mild anemia and a request for Waffle House)

Sunburn (Celtic genes + Miami UV = often in Lobster-mode)

SKILLSET & MISC:

Combat: Krav Maga basics, Dirty Boxing (street rules), Expert Marksman (Glock 19, sawed-off Mossberg)

Mechanical: Rudimentary engine repair and maintenance, hotwiring (down to 13.2 secs avg) (Sol is 8.3 when he tests her. Girl was born in the garage what do you expect)

Wilderness: Tracking, decent survivalist camping (though would be incredibly rusty), fly-fishing (GRAMPS)

Digital Footprint: Instagram (@ryan.donahue, 3,284 followers. Posts: sunsets over Biscayne Bay, his nights out with The Boys, an octopus called Dale that was found in the glove compartment of a repo’d Lamborghini Aventador in 2016.)

Safehouse: 1 bed condo in Little Havana. Bachelor pad IKEA minimalism, some nautical kitsch.

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#ask #oc: ryan donahue #THABK YOU LMFAO sorry i wrote a lot i got in the zone as soon as i saw this.. art can come later im too tired #codex: ryan #i need to do one of these for sol & my other ocs #jez wiki

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