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tabiito · 4 months ago

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PRESCIENCE — OLIVER AIKU part one: INEVITABILITY

You're not one to get nervous before classes, but this presentation of your paper has you pacing up and down the cramped hall of your apartment. Your way of dealing with particularly scrutinising conferences was running through your slides, reciting them to someone you know to ward off the nervousness, but tonight you're a wreck all by yourself. Shuffling through papers desperately trying to gather your thoughts, you spend a minute wallowing in pity, cursing the hundreds of expectant faces who'll be staring up at you tomorrow.

It's been two years since Geneva, and as you've aged and your career has expanded, your apartment has not. You bump into the corner of the low-lying table and hiss softly in pain.

Breaking you out of your haze, your phone rings, Oliver's number flashing. Ideally, he'd be your guinea pig (who'd fall asleep after you make it past your introductory remarks), but he did say he'd be out tonight.

"You better be on your way here. I'm freaking the fuck out."

The voice that greets you isn't his. It's, instead, a soft murmur that can just barely be heard after an initial few seconds of silence.

"So you're the side piece, huh?"

You pause, contemplating your next course of action. You can't even fathom who, what or how you've been dialled, though you have an inkling of an idea.

"You have the wrong number," you sigh, hanging up. You didn't have the mental capacity to engage with whoever was on the other side of the phone tonight, being more than swamped by your own shit. Still, the phone rings again, and this time you toss it on your couch with more force than necessary, grateful it doesn't crash onto the floor as you sigh.

To make full use of your available force, though, you throw the marker in your pocket against the whiteboard for good measure. It squeaks miserably, making a curve and falls to the ground.

You're in that animated state of flow of talking when Oliver enters the large room. He's about 15 minutes late, and he blames the cab driver that stopped him for a selfie. Your hands are moving rapidly as you explain (what he assumes are hieroglyphs) behind you, making a joke about something called the Kuiper Belt that has everyone laughing. He supposes that it must be a very expensive belt. As he settles into an empty chair at the back of the hall, he tips the cap he's wearing a little lower, and pushes his facemask a bit higher. Selfishly, and subconsciously, he hopes that his motion distracts you for even a mere nanosecond, to recognise his presence, but he's imperceptible in the crowd of people furiously taking notes or nodding in agreement.

"...And though I don't claim to be prescient like those on Arrakis, but the similarity I have found with Dune is fact that the temperatures in Kolhar, just like...."

Oliver's doing the thing again. He catches himself before his train of thought leaves the room entirely.

He's never claimed to understand your work. He stopped trying after you tried to explain calculus to him in high school, but inadvertently overcomplicated the whole endeavour by quoting some axioms you were learning about in your dual enrolment course. Needless to say, though your teaching had become much better, Oliver would still find himself zoning out when you slipped into the jargon-y, super-science-nerd-y side of yourself. His mind would latch onto the words he would understand from the litany of complicated terms you'd use and play around with them instead.

Prescience.

He always thought that time travelling and the ability to look into the future led to an overcomplicated, never-ending loop of things. (He's watched enough in Avengers: Infinity War to realise that only a fool would want to look into the future). What good would warning your future self be when you had to come back and warn your younger self and so on and so forth. It hurt his head to think about this, and considering Avengers was one of the milder watches on your LSD-trip-esque watchlist of scientific nonsense, he's had to think about this quite a lot.

As you drone on about planets whose names, frankly, seem made up, Oliver takes a peek into his own future, dabbling in a bit of prescience himself. He's approaching his peak, his golden age, according to the pundits. A season more and he could be the most valuable defender in the world according to his agent. He'd be captaining the Japanese team for the fifth year straight, hopefully to Worlds once again. Finances were no issue for him. His agent was going to get a sneaker line customised after him from Nike, maybe a sports water he didn't necessarily believe in (he'd find a fine whiskey or vodka collaboration more tasteful), probably buy his mother her second summer home in the Swedish countryside for 55th birthday.

Though he knows about the call you'd got yesterday, a stupid slip-up by him, leaving his phone unattended and unlocked as he'd gone to fetch Yoko (one of his longer indulgences), he can still see you in his future.

You'd be there at Worlds, cheering for him from the friends and family box seats. You'd be the first person to make fun of his fraudulent brand deals. You'd advise him on the location of the summer house. Whether he was in Spain or Italy, you'd take the time out to make your stops on your increasingly frequent research-driven travels, and he would collect trinkets from the cities each away game was hosted in that would remind him of you.

He, never, of course imagines a future where you're not there. His mother might protest about the unnecessary luxury that is a second house, Nike might drop the deal given his sordid PR record, Sae Itoshi could finally ascend to captaincy — and Oliver would let him do so gracefully, because there was nothing more satisfying than a story coming full circle, and a new blossom of talent in a bleak landscape. He was just that kind of guy — but you were there, through it all, in your graphic printed longsleeves, low rise jeans and scuffed trainers.

Though he questioned the legitimacy of prescience, it was clear: all paths led to you. You'd forced him to sit through Dune 2, which ended up being less torturous than he'd expected, enough for him to ask you what happens next as he reversed out of the cinema's parking lot, and you'd propped a leg under your thigh, and turned to him with a moony sort of expression you reserved for very few things in your life.

You'd mentioned the Golden Path that Paul saw, a prescient interpretation for the universe that could lead it to salvation, even if it came at the cost of great difficulty, and Oliver now smirks into his mask as you wrap up your presentation with a polite "thank you."

Your energy has now simmered, leaving in its place a more nervous, hesitant force. He knew just how bad he fucked up yesterday by letting Yoko call you, because he knew how anxious you'd get before big events. In ordinary circumstances, it'd be him who'd be the guinea pig for your public speaking ministrations. You were not as charming as him, not as easy and comfortable under pressure in front of a large group, and he remembers you initially struggled to take your everyday classes, a burden that's eased with time. The words that you'd painstakingly chosen, the equations you'd solved with intentionality would turn to cardboard in your mouth when presented with the option of actually articulating your findings in a lucid manner.

Still, you manage tight-lipped, but genuine smiles at the students who file out and thank you for your insights, as well as your peers who'd occupied the front rows.

You've got your back to him when the midsized lecture hall has emptied itself out, and are busying yourself with packing up your laptop when he pads down towards you.

"That joke about the Kewpie Belt was hilarious," he drawls, and he expects to see you fall into familiar ways; your half-smile, a light punch to his shoulder, and a hopeless shake of your head. Then, you'd let him carry your bag and take you out to lunch.

You do no such thing. You stiffen, and turn around with a grimace. He knows your ashen face when he sees the circles under your eyes, a rare sight despite your friendship of nearly a decade.

You were hungover and pissed. Clearly, in no mood to entertain him.

All the more reason for him to press on, then. You beat him to it.

"Fuck off," you groan, and you sling your bag before he can protest. Apologies and grovelling are a part of his Circadian rhythmn at this point: he excels when he's on his knees.

"At least hear me out, I'm sorry," he says pointedly, taking an easy, loping stride to keep up with you where you have to make the effort of walking faster. You can't help the physical feeling of disgust that crawls up your spine, that makes you want to burrow inwards at the way the word rolls off his tongue so smoothly, as if it were completely weightless.

"It was a mistake! I broke up with her as soon as I figured it out. And your presentation was great, right? No harm, no foul," he blabbers, throwing his hands in the air sheepishly when you dignify him with a withering look. Oliver is a mediocre liar and a decent gambler at best, but what keeps him on the tables despite his losses is not just the cash he has to blow, but the excitement he attracts. Excitement is short-lived, however, and if anyone bothered staying past the party that was Oliver's lifestyle ended, they'd figure out his trade secrets.

Oliver's tells were as clear as day. You just had to want to look.

The exaggerated lilt in his voice, the cloying sweetness in his words as if he were explaining himself to his mother rather than a friend, the way his eyes flashed when he exclaims. This is a practiced routine, and you congratulate him on adding another feather to his cap: footballer, womaniser and actor.

"No harm, no foul?", you mimic, scoffing. Now he was just being obtuse. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows you'd been up drinking to stave off the humiliation that had burnt through you from the call, coupled with your nerves about the presentation. (What he doesn't know is that you'd slept through three alarms and woke up drooling on the floor by your RA, who'd swung by to pick you up. Hot with embarrassment, you did not acknowledge the empty bottle of Merlot that had gotten you through the night. You'd barely made it in time for your lecture, and were a wreck for the first five minutes. You refuse to, however, divulge this information to him, lest he gains verbal confirmation to what he already knew in his gut: he had you hopelessly besotted.)

"All's well that ends well?", he counters mildly, breaking out his Sunday best smile. You treat him contemptuously, but he can hear the exhaustion in your tone.

"I'm tired, Oliver. Leave me alone," you said quietly, stepping out of the room.

You're staring at your miso soup petulantly, like a child peering into a mirror displeased by their reflection. Oliver prods it towards you gently. The soup is a metaphor for your heart's betrayal towards your head, a heady concoction that weaves together your weaknesses for this man in a salty, broth-y mixture. How you were persuaded to lunch was beyond you (You lie, you gave into his pathetic demands too easily), and as he fans himself with a laminated menu at this sidewalk cafe, you finally find it in you to glare at him rather than the poor hangover cure.

"How'd she figure out who I was?", you ask, glacially calm, though your expression betrays you.

"You and ma are the only two women on my call log. Most frequented, too," he says. It's simple. It's the truth.

"Did she go through our texts?"

"Nah. Face ID lock on the app."

You place your palms on the plastic tablecloth, a gaudy red with flowers. Your hands are sweaty. They stick. You're considering his words carefully, and he savours the way you look when the cogs in your brain are at work, doing what they do best.

"Dumped her, in case I didn't make it clear," he adds. He thinks he's being helpful.

You inhale sharply, and take a drink of the ice-cold water in front of you.

"Oliver," you begin, your voice controlled. "You do realise that Yoko wasn't in the wrong here? Objectively," you speak.

You love that word. Objectively. Factually. Logically. Empirically. Any part of the English language that gave you the illusion of control in this moment over the whirling shitstorm that Oliver is, the maelstrom of your life.

"If I were her, I'd also be pissed that my boyfriend was spending more time talking to some lab rat than me," you intone, and you hate the way your brain fires all synapses when you say the word boyfriend.

"I'm not her boyfriend. And you know I'm not good at this shit," he shrugs, and you feel the visceral, primal urge to reach over and strangle him.

Circles. That was how each one of these interactions went. You knew your place in Oliver's life, but many of his passing attractions did not. Some revered you, others envied you, while others still viewed you as a threat to eliminate. All perceptions were thoroughly embarrassing, since how could a lowly, unsexy, unfunny late-teen equivalent of a childhood best friend live up to the perfection of each woman that came tottering her way into Oliver's life?

Of all perceptions, though, you hated the last one because you felt that it was true. The word "side piece" is reductive, but the truth is at its finest when it is bare. You're no better than the any other person who's got their eyes set on Oliver, debauched and eligible bachelor Oliver, with his scruff and baritone and deep pockets and even deeper, more generous heart.

For someone who'd have a body count in the double digits, you find it baffling how all these years later, he hasn't developed some tact, some response other than "I'm not good at this shit."

"That's a fucked up response and you know it."

He shrugs.

"Would you rather have me lie and say that I'll cut you off every time I start a new fling? 'Cause you know you'll be getting whiplash every two business days."

You sigh, clenching the tablecloth again.

"That's not what I meant, Oliver," you seethe. For all his looks, his expensive taste and rationality, he behaved like the seventeen year old at the club more often than one would expect.

"You're an adult now. I'm an adult. Do you seriously still think you're going to be going into your thirties with this shithousery?", you say exasperatedly. "The calls, the lies, the embarrassment for everyone but you, your inability to be accountable and slide everything off with this stupid 'no harm no foul' attitude," you say, and before you can realise it your voice is gaining in pitch, in frustration.

"You can't fix me," is the only response Oliver deigns you worthy of, and you half expect him to leave.

"Get your head out of your ass. You don't need fixing, least of all from me. You need to," and you once again, grab at thin air for the words from every language that you knew, "treat yourself better," you sigh at the end, and the corner of his lips quiver up into a tentative smile.

"Look at you, telling me to treat myself better," he says, tilting back his chair smugly. You burn at his words, painfully reminded of your college days, punctuated with him forcing you out of your stuffy dorms to take a walk, grab takeout, do something other than kill yourself over differential equations.

"Ugh. This would be so much easier if I were a sentient superior species with mind control that could take over your brain and just force you to do what I tell you."

"Are we talking Ratatouille or Attack of the Brainsucker here?", he asks, and you roll your eyes in response.

Circles, squares, everything eventually came back to its beginnings with you. But in a distant yet near future he was inching closer to, Oliver could see the golden threads of fate winding in funny ways, taking him on his prescient path. He was sure of it.

"Brainsuckers. Duh."

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schraubd · 3 months ago

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The Global Right Ascendance Will Leave Israel in the Wreckage

Many people have taken note of recent poll data regarding American attitudes towards Israel, which are (to summarize) cratering. Among Democrats, 69% now view Israel unfavorably. This doesn't surprise me, as Israel has done everything it possibly can to spit in the eye of Democrats and liberals (and yet somehow seems ever-so wounded that it's resulted in declining support). To paraphrase Chidi from The Good Place: In order to be a liberal, you have to do liberal things! But what really should get people's eyebrows up are the numbers amongst young Republicans, where a majority (50%) also view Israel unfavorably (this is in contrast to older Republicans, who overwhelmingly like Israel; amongst Democrats there is a little generational gap). The MAGA Young Turks have no reservoir of good will towards Israel. They may sometimes find it a useful rhetorical trope to instantiate other goals (like xenophobic nativism), but it's a purely instrumental play. Ultimately, the rising tide of antisemitism amongst young Republicans is going to swamp whatever residual utility Israel has in the toolkit of right-wing domestic authoritarianism. Indeed, reading this poll data reminded me of Robert Kagan's article a few years ago about Israel's future in an illiberal world -- namely, that Israel is delusional if it thinks that, in a world governed by reactionary nationalism combined with short-sighted faux-realpolitik, it will retain any sort of "special relationship" with its erstwhile patrons. Negative polarization alone will accelerate already deteriorating relationship Israel has with other western powers as Israel becomes associated with the new illiberal bloc; but if you look at the prime players in said bloc (Russia, China), Israel's never had an especially warm relationship with them either. Add that to the waxing influence amongst young MAGA sorts of figures like Tucker Carlson and Candace Owens, and why would Israel expect to remain anyone's favorite? Why wouldn't the right jettison Israel the moment it becomes an inconvenience to dealmaking with nations possessing more people, more territory, more wealth, and more oil? We're already seeing inklings of this in how Israel has been treated in the tariff, er, "negotiations." First, they were slapped with higher tariffs than Iran. Israel tried to preempt that move by dropping its tariff rate for the United States to zero, but it didn't work even after an embarrassing bit of personal supplication from Bibi. Turns out Israel isn't Trump's special favorite; the best it can hope for is to be relegated to a pure client-state, begging for scraps (even antisemites, after all, sometimes are willing to tolerate Jews when they sit in states of permanent abasement). This is all, of course, leopards-eating-faces on a geopolitical scale. But Israeli conservatives are, I think, in complete denial as to what's happening here. There may or may not be an ascendance of illiberal conservatism over the next few decades. But I predict that, of all the countries that might identify with and try to hop aboard that bandwagon, Israel is the most likely to be left behind in the wreckage. via The Debate Link https://ift.tt/A2ISyJY

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solomorne · 7 days ago

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Jeff VanderMeer’s Favorite Climate Fiction Novels

The author of the Southern Reach novels recommends immersive, entertaining books that grapple with the psychological reality of navigating environmental crisis.

As a writer who engages with climate issues in my fiction, I can be picky about such portrayals by other writers. I’m less interested in factual veracity than I am in the psychological truth of the lived-in moment: Fiction, I feel, is less suited to prediction or policy recommendations than it is to immersing readers in situations that show the reality of what an experience might feel like.

While I’ve chosen purely speculative novels, the sobering reality is that we are living in the middle of a climate crisis now and thus any contemporary novel can grapple with it — say, a romance set in Houston where flooding swamps the city during a hurricane. Similarly, novels from and about the past can easily be re-contextualized as speaking to our current situation. While most would point to Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” as climate fiction, you might just as easily look to his earlier novel “Blood Meridian,” where the past seems like prologue to our present.

The novels I recommend below — many of which I’ve championed in the past — may reassure simply by being so clearly fictional. I worry that, in the decades ahead, they will come to seem ever more realistic. But don’t fret: Grim monotone makes for a boring novel, so there’s a liveliness to my selections that I hope will challenge and reinvigorate readers — even amid the darkness.

Private Rites by Julia Armfield

This novel by the author of the widely acclaimed “Our Wives Under the Sea” posits a near-future of constant rain and flooding in Britain. Against this backdrop, three sisters try to make sense of both the changing climate and the death of their father, a lauded architect whose creations include their family home. In the aftermath of his passing, the women — Isla, Irene and Agnes — return to the house, where their father’s influence on not just the past but the present and future becomes clear in startling and evocative ways. The sui generis quality of “Private Rites” comes from its beautiful rendering of mundane life and loss juxtaposed with a soggy, almost Gothic atmosphere.

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood

The biotech science of Atwood’s 2003 foray into a ruined future may seem dated now, but the book’s foregrounding of a pandemic and its whiffs of colonialism and iffy scientific ethics are no less relevant. Atwood gets to the heart of our current climate problems in exploring how the scientist Crake tries to establish control over living things, and how his best friend Jimmy, a.k.a. Snowman, tries to live beside them. The Ballardian feel but impressionistic expression of details like the “rosy, deadly glow” of sunrise or the “reefs of rusted car parts” puts the reader firmly in the moment without overwhelming with speculative flair.

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler

It has become almost cliché to name-check Butler when discussing hyper-relevant dystopian fiction, but her work itself remains as fresh and prescient as ever. Never in its history has the United States needed Butler and her vision more than now (except, of course, for all the other times this has been true). A terrifying glimpse into the effects of climate change, “Parable of the Sower” also documents the breakdown of society over festering wealth and racial inequality. Butler offers hope in the resiliency of Lauren, the novel’s teenage protagonist, whose strength and faith inspire against the ominous backdrop.

The Dosadi Experiment by Frank Herbert

The sand worms of “Dune” are Herbert’s most famous climate fiction creation, but the ecologically perilous planet of Dosadi might be even more relevant to our times. Dosadi is uninhabitable except for a narrow valley populated by some 90 million souls. This despotic city-state — constrained not just by walls but by the titanic efforts of rationing, recycling and water reclamation necessary for survival — sets the stage for a spy story about an agent for the Bureau of Sabotage on a mission for a powerful alien civilization. To connect the valley of this novel to the Earth of today is no stretch and exemplifies how fiction can render visible what can seem hard to make concrete through both distance (a fictional world) and scale (one valley rather than an entire planet).

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

When it was published in 1969, “The Left Hand of Darkness” was hailed as a Jack London thriller crossed with a first contact story. But it feels much more ominous at a time when extreme, barely livable environments on Earth are becoming more and more ubiquitous. The novel chronicles life on the planet Winter through a series of botched cross-cultural exchanges between Genly, a human envoy from an intergalactic empire, and various local governments. A journey across ice fields by Genly and an ally from Winter is not only one of the great adventure narratives of the 20th century: It’s also a poignant reminder of how we must adapt to our environment in order to stave off catastrophe.

American War by Omar El Akkad

Few authors have predicted the current political chaos in the U.S. — and its devastating repercussions on so many lives — as chillingly as El Akkad does in this novel about a family navigating a second American civil war starting in the 2070s. In this dystopian future, the South secedes so it can continue extracting fossil fuels, despite the environmental consequences. The racism on display, the prison camps for undesirables, the ways — both intimate and geopolitical — that El Akkad chronicles one possible future should all be extremely alarming as the real political situation in the U.S. continues to devolve.

Theory of Bastards by Audrey Schulman

Francine, an evolutionary biologist suffering from endometriosis, falls in love while studying bonobos at a remote research institute, as the world outside falls apart. This is perhaps the most refreshingly unique novel on the list, combining stunning observations of the nonhuman with a refreshingly complex protagonist. Political instability caused by the climate crisis is juxtaposed with how bonobos, for example, “don’t go to war with rival groups; they’ve never been recorded to kill.” As Francine’s professional and personal worlds transform, so does the situation beyond the institute — culminating in a third act that is both compassionate and extremely wise about our modern condition.

Black Wave by Michelle Tea

In this dreamlike novel, the author’s mirror self, Michelle, hangs out at Los Angeles dive bars and slam poetry events while doing drugs, having sex and navigating quixotic relationships and the looming threat of environmental collapse. You can smell the “flat beer stench” as Tea’s street-level, queer epic rollicks across a messy but often tender life — like a non-misogynistic Henry Miller fused with gritty cyberpunk. The environmental flourishes, like invasive lion fish described as the “Mad Maxes of the sea,” have a tossed off, lived-in quality that sets this book apart from most climate fiction. “Black Wave” feels wholly of the future — a slow dance with growing uncertainty.

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thesamoanqueen · 2 years ago

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Blackwater X

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Drama, trust behaviour.

A/N: and that’s how you turn love into a toxic relationship...

He had her for breakfast. In the bed, ending up waking her already with a broken voice and shortness of breath. And he'd had her for breakfast again on the kitchen counter, breaking the plate he'd eaten from and a couple of glasses. But he would have gladly had his third breakfast of the day at that moment, against one of the trees, in the SUV, even standing against the fence of the refreshment ticket area, not giving a damn about whoever was around, showing them what they would never have, why they were not like him, like them.

- What a nice view - he noted with a grin, gazing the perfect curve of her glorious ass, tight in that white skirt that wrapped her up to her ankles, the same ankles that that morning she had crossed behind his head, while he was eating her alive.

Y/N turned to face him, same smile, drumming her fingers on the fence, her hair flowing over her shoulder only partially covered by the top that left a strip of caramel skin in full view just below her breasts.

Her. Just for him.

- True – she agreed, letting out a laugh when Roman put his hands on her hips to pull her against him – did you ever come here as a kid? – she asked curiously, looking away again, to put her attention to the lake where they had stopped.

It was one of the largest in that area, just outside one of the cities near the bay area and now it was a kind of park for people, a point of reference. There were kidz running everywhere, some couples with no great prospects, even a group of old people arguing animatedly over who knows what game under the huts on the other side of the bank. If he remembered correctly Heyman had advised him to approve the works for the coffee shop and the nearby store, he received dues every year, but he received them from basically the entire state, he had lost count. But he remembered that place, because years ago it wasn't like that, not even close to it.

- A few times, was outside the pack land. It was a swamp down there, with alligators swimming around and outside wasn't any better… we didn't have a good reputation at the time – he said, seeing Y/N looking at him seriously, before gently rubbing her head against his shoulder to comfort him in silence.

That part of the county far from the mouth of the river had been marshy for decades. Mud and private land as far as the eye can see, with a few useless towns in the hands of alphas that weren't worth even one of his legs. No one had ever seen potential there, especially since it bordered the edge of what was once territory that his dad and uncle had hard-won for their family. They traded, lived as a pack and for decades people had called them savages, deciding to have as few contacts as possible, investing elsewhere and forcing them to make absurd trips to earn something with shameful deals.

His family had honor, they had always refused to compromise and Roman had grown up with impossible rules, seeing his father disappear for months to ensure everyone a poor future, while his mama and uncles kept things in check. He had dealt with all the idiots and their dumbass families who had called savages after him, but he couldn't remember their faces, they had never been worth it. But he remembered the beatings that him and his cousins had taken sometimes for crossing the border when they were kidz. And he had given them back with interest.

Now no one called his family savages. No one dared even say a word from the reserve to the next state if they crossed their path. And where those little dogs had left trash for years, he had built everything, showing them that he was better, that his family was better and that they even had to thank for the air they breathed. Now everything around him was his and one day it would go to his sons and they too would do whatever they wanted.

- Have you ever swam with them? Alligators I mean - Y/N distracted him, pulling him out of his mind with a harmless movement of her hips that made him lower his head to look at her.

- I tried to avoid it - he laughed, recognizing an all too curious look on her face and her tentative to improve his mood.

- But did it happen?

- That's not a question you should asking me sneaky lil - he pinched her and the bratty face she showed him forced Roman to wedge her against the fence to press his body against hers.

What wouldn't he-

- My Tribal Chief - Heyman called and Ro stopped looking at Y/N, who just as silently, seemed as unhappy about the interruption as he was, even if he knew the reason for that face.

Her and the Wiseman didn't get along, they tolerated each other, to be honest it was a miracle that he still hadn't seen her cut off his head mercilessly. Especially since Paul had perfect timing for the wrong moments.

- I'm sorry to interrupt you, but here... that agreement that had to be signed today, things has become a lil complicated now - Paul insisted, mistaking the silence of both on them for a go-ahead.

- What's complicated? They can't write their names? – he asked annoyed, seeing Y/N suddenly turn around when Paul started laughing at the joke.

He hadn't meant to be funny, but she definitely was with that face. He was torn as to whether she was shocked or disgusted, but whatevere it was, he liked it. She was adorable, always narrowing her eyes as if she had to force herself to see better when there was nothing to see.

- My Tribal Chief, it's funny, you’re so funny. I got a call, though… it was one of the other side's lawyers, a kid I had kicked out of a Dumbo studio years ago, he wasn't even qualified to be an assistant, but apparently they've been doing charity work lately. He reminded me who he was at our first meeting and I reminded him what happened, so he must have thought to be smarter this time and do his job well

- Wise man - Roman called him back, instantly stopping the river of words that he was emptying on them, because Paul Heyman who started talking in bursts would have been too much for anyone.

- Yes, going straight to the point... there are other parties involved. They are… I quote, thinking about it.

Y/N still under his arm bent her head almost imperceptibly at that news, but Roman found himself just as quickly finally turning to his special counselor, frowning. Had he really interrupted him for that bullshit? What was that supposed to be, a joke? Now they allowed themselves to bother him and joke about business?

- There's no one except me, there’s only my family here. There's only me – he growled not at all amused, but before his mood could even cross the limit, probably making Paul cry, Y/N leaned on his arm, her ponytail full of waves swinging behind her shoulder.

-It wouldn't be a bad idea, however, going there, just for checking things - she reflected, giving a cold look to Paul who had breathed a sigh of relief.

Show up? Should he bother himself and go to them? That wasn't how it worked, he was the alpha, the head of the table, they weren't the ones dictating the rules.

- I don't have to go. It's not my place, they come to me and if they want to talk to someone, they can talk to him.

- Yes, but it would be a way to remind everyone how things are, that he's not the one running your family's business. And I already had plans for the day, remember? You have nothing to do, keep yourself busy doing something useful - she tried to reason with him and although she was right, Roman ended up turning up his nose at the idea of getting into the suv again and what's more without her.

Plans, she had plans. He knows, she'd told him during the boring breakfast and she'd been firm, but those plans didn't sit well with him.

- Naomi can wait – he muttered annoyed, making her raise an eyebrow.

- No. I'll go to her, you to take those business done or whatever should happen - she cut short, without even negotiating and Roman moved his gaze to an empty spot in the park, swallowing the bitterness that had risen in his mouth .

He didn't like knowing her in town with Naomi, he didn't like the idea of splitting up and he didn't like not knowing what might have happened since Solo had to stay with him and the twins were still around trying to undo the damage they had caused a month earlier. The instinct to stay close to her made him nervous, there were too many people in town, too many places to disappear, but he had promised to give her space now that things had changed, he said he would trust her...

He felt her tug at his neck, her face leaning softly against his, her lips leaving a quick kiss on his beard and then rubbing against his ear, sending a rush of heat into him.

- I'll be with her, I promise. No runs. Be good and I’ll be good for you too - she whispered, moving to look him straight into his eyes.

She was a blessing and his fuckin endgame.

***

Y/N was so happy to hug her again and it was a strange feeling, without a definite purpose, the simple excitement of a rekindling a bond. Since she'd crossed the border and settled there, so much had changed, but what continued to amaze her most of all were the bonds she was building. She had kept everyone at arm's length her whole life and now she had someone to come back to, someone to tolerate, people to miss. Everything had changed so quickly and so radically that she always felt like she was dealing with her first times.

- Don’t do it again! It's so strange… I missed you – she admitted, frowning and immediately prompting Naomi to break their hug to glare at her.

- Is it weird if you miss me?! Yo what?!

- I'm not used to missing someone... but now that we’re talkin’ I'm having second thoughts.

Sitting back down and taking the drink and jerking back, pretending to be offended, she watched Naomi pout to look her up and down knowingly.

- You kept yourself busy though – she teased her and Y/N nodded with an exasperated smile.

They had last spent time together the day before that night, and things were different back then. They hadn't been able to talk while she was at her parents' house, every time Y/N tried to call she didn't answer and she had hardly heard from her after the twins had left to take care of who knows what business for the family. Roman had been almost her only company for over a month and well, that said a lot about how much things had changed between them.

It was strange to talk about that, too, now that she thought about it. Another absolute first time.

- You know… I think Paul is jealous, but I get it, it's difficult to see your ex with someone else, especially if the other one is me - she joked seriously and Naomi nodded even more seriously.

- The way he looks yo mate… mmh, it’s weird.

- Don't get me started! - she smiled, trying to chase the image from her mind -But... it's going well. He takes care of me, he treats me like he should, no problems, no dramas. Sounds boring – she mused jokingly, her fingers twirling the straw inside her glass.

Y/N for one would not have bet a dollar on her and Roman together and instead they ran as if they had done nothing else before. From one moment to the next everything had been perfect and it felt so strange, because she knew she had put him in a corner with her attitude and that she was still impossible sometimes even today, but Roman hadn't backed down. He respected her, made her ask for nothing more, he had learned to control himself - not completely, but Y/N acknoledged his efforts -, he didn't miss one time and even spoiled her. On his initiative, he had also decided to make dates, to really get to know each other beyond the idea of destined mates and make up for the years they had spent apart. They had done it for an entire month, every day, but he kept to organize dates anyway to spend quality time together. It was as if everything she had avoided and pushed away, every doubt, every fear, had been shut out by him.

- Don't make that face. Don't even try! It was terrible just looking at you before, you always looked broken and I can't buy the story of you all bored and sitting at home with those marks on you – Naomi pointed out and Y/N didn't even bother to figure out where she was pointing, giving in to a laugh.

Leaving marks on her was the compromise in order not to get bitten on her weak spot, she had to grant it to him and she didn't mind in reality. He was good at those things, she acknowledged it.

- Well, its not so bad

- Wha-what? Not so bad? Now its not so bad! And you didn't want hear talking about it before!

- It has its positive sides, are you happy?

- Yes, yes

- Good!

- Good for you. Honestly when there was that story about your presentation with the elders and the trial I was worried, it didn't sound good and I didn't want it to end badly… I'm happy to see you like this – Naomi admitted, drinking a sip of her drink, but Y/N remained stunned shot.

- What? – What she was talking about? Trial, presentation? Was something she didn't get?

She watched her set down her nearly empty glass, hands raised in a silent apology at the confusion she read on her face.

- You two are true mates and the whole family was involved, I know, but even Jimmy's dad didn't see our bond well at the beginning, I know what it feels like. We both got out though! And now that Jimmy and Jey are back here, maybe we can start over? Roman will be fine with it, right? He doesn’t want problem? – she asked, her tone serious for that last question and Y/N nodded without even knowing what, so as not to remain speechless or make that moment between them one to forget.

Mate's good with us.

Her she-wolf's voice rumbled in her head as soon as a glimmer of doubt made its way into the confusion of her thoughts, but Y/N ignored her, impassive, waiting for her to silence again as she had been doing for a month now.

- Yes, yes sure. I'll talk to him – she promised, feeling Naomi take her hand to reassure her.

- Everything works out, that's how it goes when you have a big family and now you're in it too! You will get used to it! - her smile made her chest tingle, her hand tightening around hers in return.

The ringing of a phone stopped her before she could say anything and Naomi was quick to rummage through her purse to retrieve it, standing up as her eyes caught who was calling.

- Wait it's chicken nugget, they were already back.

- It's ok. I'll finish my drink – Y/N released her, mentally thanking for that moment of pause, while Naomi walked away from their table.

- Take another one for me too, I’ll be back, hey babe!

Silently Y/N saw her glow just talking to him and for a long moment she froze, watching her move past the venue, her attention fully turned to her mate, the one she had chosen for her.

She hadn't chosen Roman as Naomi with Jimmy or her parents, but she had chosen to give Roman and their bond a chance. She had chosen to build something, to move on, to open up and it had all gone so well since then that Y/N didn't know what to feel now. Part of her wanted to go back to being angry, but had to?

They had talked about what had happened that day. He had said that he had been cornered for some reasons, that he was mad for all the pressure his family was putting on him, the responsibilities and by what she understood from Naomi's speech, he had not lied. Not completely. He hadn't told her she was the reason for that pressure, but maybe he hadn't because she wasn't the only reason. Now Y/N knew what he faced every day, he told her about the plans, he showed her what he had worked hard to achieve, Y/N had listened to him talk about what his family had gone through in the past, what he had gone through and how those efforts had changed everything. Maybe her presence had been an extra pressure to add to the load and his family had worried about how he was reacting, she hadn't made things easy for him anyway… but she was his mate, she was nobody to them, Y/N didn't even know them. If she wasn't the only one who caused that trial, court or whatever happened, why would he hide it? Now that she thought about it, when she'd just arrived, Solo'd said something about her and how Ro'd ordered anyone to not talk about her to the elders.

Looking away from the street, she thrown down her drink, raising a hand to order another round without even thinking. She felt her muscles tense again and that feeling of tension that she thought had left her once and for all… she didn’t like it.

***

Her scent had guided him through the forest to the river dock, replacing the chaos of his day with the beating of her heart, her breathing slow, a little heavy. He would have preferred to find her at home, to know her safe in a place that was only theirs now, but he had to give her some freedom, he knew that and up to that moment she had never gone beyond the reserve without him. It wasn't a good time, things had suddenly added up that not even the Wiseman had taken into consideration, but Y/N loved to run and as long as the situation didn't get more complicated and she remained safe, it was a whim he could give her.

Roman found her sitting at one of the only two tables they had set up next to the river. There was a nice view from there, the river curved in a larger area between the slopes from which you could see part of its course, the water there always had the color from which it got its name. When his house was finished, years before, he had bought a small boat to move along that stretch of the river, he had arranged some tables, a housing for the bonfire, but no one had ever used any of it over the years, things had changed quickly. Now Roman had a big barbecue in the backyard that only his cousins had used, a yacht at the docks downtown that he'd only signed a few deals on. Perhaps, however, things would have changed again, as had happened in those months, perhaps Y/N would have liked it.

He sat next to her on her bench, immediately wrapping his arms around her hips and burying his face in her neck, to inhale her scent.

- We haven't been separated for days, you know? – Y/N sighed in resignation, feeling him leave a streak of kisses up to her temple.

- It was enough.

It had been. Having that meeting without any warning, having to deal with certain issues again, like it was not clear enough out there who was in control, staying away from her. He had gotten used to having her close all the time, in that month they had hardly ever moved away from each other and even half a day at that point seemed too much to Roman. She calmed him down. More or less.

-You're so dramatic... how it went? – he heard her ask, as his hands worked their way under her top, touching as much of her as they could, pulling her closer and closer until she was wedged between his legs.

- They'll sign - he stammered, his face still buried in her neck, heat building.

Her presence, touching her, managed to close every external door in his head, as if his wolf ceased to sense anything other than her. Nothing mattered beyond the curve of her back, her fingers lazily scratching his thights or the back of his neck, that scent he couldn't living without anymore.

- What were the agreements for? – he heard her ask softly, his kisses becoming more needy.

- Let's not talk about it... it doesn't matter now...

Those stuff had value outside, not when she was with him, when no one could disturb them and he was able to give a boundary to the rest. In those moments all he cared about was having her as close as possible, his breathing slowly replicating hers, her pulse rumbling in his ears, his bones turning liquid as the blood boiled. It was something he would never tire of having and seeking, like an addiction he fought to get worse.

He growled against her skin, biting lightly into her shoulder, feeling Y/N gasp as he licked at the spot she still refused to give him and he fought hard to avoid. He released one hand from her top, moving up along her throat, placing the other on her soft hip to keep her pressed against him, his boner starting to wake up on his pants.

- I don't want to mind your business - Y/N said, her head bending - I was thinking, however, that I'll have to do something now that I'm here, so maybe I could help in some way... - hands that kept stroking him slowly, too slowly - I've never done this before, but there will be something I can do. If Paul can do it, I’ll be great, right? – and Roman froze, what was that story?

She was always attentive when he showed her something and she had been even in the weeks when things still didn't work out between them, but she had never seemed interested to the point of wanting to help. And besides, she didn't even have to do it, he was the one to provide for everyone, especially her.

- You don't have to do anything, there's no need. You have everything and if something isn't enough, say it, I'll take care of it – he assured, stroking her chin and watching her shrug.

If she needed anything, whatever, she just needed to tell him. He wouldn't deny her anything and there was nothing he couldn't give her.

- I want to help you. Do my part, so maybe we don't get another trial popping up for me that I don't know anything about - she said as if they were talking about the weather, and Roman stopped the instant the word left her mouth.

Speechless, he watched her impassively return his gaze, her hands still in their place, her body that showed no sign of moving and that he was only now aware, hadn't moved to reciprocate his attentions.

Where did that trial story come from? She shouldn't have known anything about it, he hadn't told her, he had kept her away from that story, how was it possible that she knew anything about it? She spoke little or nothing to Paul, they weren't compatible and Solo… Solo hardly ever opened his mouth with anyone, was impossible. She couldn't have found out by walking around town for half a day, people were talking about her family's business, but that was a confidential matter that very few knew about.

That last thought hit him full force and without even controlling himself, he pursed his lips angrily, brow furrowing, nervousness mounting. Very few knew about that story and the only person she had spent the day with as far as he knew, the only one he had sensed a trace of on her was his cousin's wife and that was definitely none of her business.

- Naomi said that to you? Now she talks about me when ain’t around? That story ain’t even her husband business, she has no right- he growled, going from nothing to exploding in less than a second and Y/N turned to face him just as quickly.

- It's about me though – she noted seriously and Roman wrinkled his nose, moving his gaze elsewhere in an attempt to uselessly control his anger.

They shouldn't have had that conversation, should never have had it. He still did everything after a month to avoid it and half a day away from him was enough to get there. He was furious, so angry that he felt his wolf growl in his ears to get out. Because yes, it was about her and he didn't want her to worry, he didn't want wrong thoughts in her mind.

That's not good for our mate. Stop it.

- She wasn't talking about it, it's not her or Jimmy's fault, she just mentioned it… she assumed that I knew and wanted to give me her support, but I had no idea what the hell this trial was about, because you didn't tell me anything - she said slow and Roman looked back, breathing short, muscles tense.

- Because there was no need, I'm the one to provide for others, for you. Im the giver, I'll solve it, I-

- That's enough, hear me out now- the tone in which she shushed him wasn't the kind of tone an omega would use, not with an alpha, not with anyone else. No one shushed him.

But she was his omega, she was his mate and however badly he might have reacted, his wolf couldn't help but stop himself and certainly, feeling her hands caressing him helped. Overwhelmed, he looked down, following the movement of her fingers tracing the tattoo on his arm, her tatau, her thumb rubbing the back of his fist clenched around nothing. He heard her take a deep breath and lifted his brown eyes again, anger slipping away from him as she returned his gaze with a different expression.

- I like this thing between us - she confessed and Roman clearly perceived the weight of those words, like a boulder on his back - At first it didn't go like this, but now I realize that I needed it... I like it. I like that you want to take care of me, that you are always there trying to gimme everything and that everything around me is perfect, but if something is wrong… we should talk about it, you need to tell me what’s going on. You always say that I'm your mate, I shouldn't be your mate only on certain occasions.

Since the night after the trial, things had changed between them in many ways. In ways that even he hadn't planned on and that had spiraled out of his control. Y/N had become fundamental. The stories told so much about mates, but not even the most unrealistic of those stories could have prepared him for what she had become in his life. It wasn't about attraction, complicity or who knows what else, he needed her like the air he breathed and knowing that it was the same for her now, it went to his head. Because he wasn't going to lose everything, to see that doubt, that look on her face after what he'd worked hard to achieve. He made a promise to make her happy, he had given her everything, everything she had never had and he didn't tolerate that some stupid rumor, a useless doubt born of someone who knew nothing about it, undermined what he had built for them. Roman didn't allow it, he couldn't bear it, no.

- We shouldn't even have this talk, it's not like that, it's a stupid drama, it comes from outside, it's not between us. We're fine, there's not a single problem between us - he tried to reason with her, hand now rubbing his beard.

They were fine, they were finally fine. They woke up every morning together, they talked, they spent hours doing anything to spend time with each other, they started talking through bonding during runs, they fucked every freakin day without getting tired, she laughed even. She was happy, she had even admitted it and Roman had found what he had always lacked, they were fine! There was no need to talk about that story! They didn't have any problems to discuss or solve, they were perfect, dramas came from outside. It was others’s fault.

Its them again.

- Ro a month ago you weren't good at all, I was there, I saw you. And now I find out it was because of me? - his head moved quickly before she'd even finished speaking.

- Nah, nah. It wasn't you, it was a problem that came from outside, like this one and I solved it anyway. It's okay now, you're fine, we're fine. I take care of everything as I always have and as I will continue to do. You don't have to think about it – he reassured her, hands moving up to hers, stroking her cheek, holding her shoulders.

That trial had come upon him for no reason, because of those who still doubted despite all he had done in those years, guaranteeing everyone better lives that they had not managed to achieve on their own for decades. It had been a low blow, thrown at her because she was now his weak point, but he'd gotten out of it anyway. He had gone out with her. Because whatever obstacle life put in front of him, he found a way to overcome it, it was in his nature and it was also in his nature to go further. Just like he was doing with her. They had gotten off to a bad start, but now they had a bond that no one out there could replicate and so it should continue to be.

- I just want you to tell me if something is wrong, I want to do my part if it's important and not find myself in situations like this like some shit that ends up in someone's foot during a fight-

- If I’ll ever need you by my side, I'll tell you. But don't think about it now. It's stupid, I'll take care of it.

It was his job, it was his role, and he was in control. She just had to stop worrying. It wasn't what he had in mind for her, not what he had planned, it wasn't what he wanted for her.

- Care of what? – he heard her ask in exasperation and he tightened his grip on her shoulders, resting his forehead on hers, inhaling her scent.

- Nothing, cause whatever they said to you its not true. Everything is fine. We're fine.

- Ro…- Y/N called him, his eyes fixed on hers and Roman nodded, his hand caressing the back of her neck with love and devotion, sinking into her soft hair.

- You have my word – he promised seriously and for a long moment, Y/N didn't move looking at him and deciding what to do.

He saw in her eyes the same expression that had haunted him for weeks, that judgment that had kept him in the balance, that had driven his wolf to try anything to win her approval. As if she was looking inside him for an answer and Roman remained silent to return her gaze, his fingers unable to stop moving along her skin, caressing her as he had done every night for the past month to help her fall asleep more quickly and give up completely into his arms. Who knows how long seemed to pass, his mood began to mount again, his patience to run out, but just as she had begun that speech, Roman saw her leave it with a heavy breath and a nod of her head, quick not so sure, to hide herself anyway in his neck and allow him to squeeze her again.

- I'm a man of my word - he reminded her, kissing her hair and feeling her hands tightening on his white shirt, behind his back, as if she were clinging to him.

- I know

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musical-chan · 5 months ago

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Hello. I wanted to know after reading through the available story so far(loving it by the way made it's way to the number 2 story of the year for me) if we would ever get more explanation about alternate universes and the sort of mini-worlds like Lorule and how that works. I would also like to know about the world outside of Termina as I don't think you've ever clearly stated that outside of the small area of Termina, there is simply nothing. I also think that the happy masks salesman should be brought up at least as a question to Nocturne as he still does have the mask unless I interpreted that wrong. I just think a little story(possibly written or formatted as tales or passed down stories ) recounting the detail of how the world(and other worlds) works/how it was made would be amazing(if it's not too much trouble it is a very big ask). It would also be interesting to know the changes that you've made from the base LU setup such as turning Legend into two different people. (I also wanted to know how I could submit an art piece cause I drew a tiny one not very good but still art of baby Volvagia).

-Someone who went looking for coal but found diamonds instead

Oh man! The other realms/universe thing is kinda complicated so I don't go into it much. Termina was once a part of Hyrule and was split off into a separate realm/universe to contain it. The Giants helped it become it's own thing so it's analogous to the "main" universe.

As for other universes? I'm kinda expanding on an idea I read in a book once, called "Stealing the Elf-King's Roses" by Diane Duane. There's sheafs of universes, groupings where some are connected and others are not. So the Twilight Realm and Lorule are alternate realms/universes but they're connected to the main one in which everything happens. But then *outside* of our main sheaf, there's actual alternate universes. The "main" one in which all the games exist, of course. Then other ones! Linked Universe, Recalled, Sacred Realm, Hero's Spirit, *whatever!* Alternate realities, where things are different or mostly the same or maybe just one thing was changed.

Maybe I should narrow down my terminology a bit 😂 Universes are alternate realities where everything exists in a different way and realms are the other places that are connected to the universe but are their own separate things, like Termina and Lorule and the Twilight realm. Something like that.

Oh! About Termina!

I did actually mention that there are *more* things beyond the mountains and across the sea. Nocturne specifically mentioned something about it to Oceanis, but he doesn't have a very clear image of what all is over there. The mask really did restrict his power quite a bit. So there are paths through the swamps and canyons and mountains that lead to other cities with other people and tradesmen will travel to Termina for business. Perhaps there is even a land somewhere that one can find THEM. It might come up in a future Father of Time fic. Maybe. Probably. Most definitely. 😇 (I have *plans* for Kafei once Link finishes the Ganondorf War)

Gosh, the Happy Mask Salesman is a complete enigma to pretty much everyone but the Golden Goddesses and they ain't tellin. Some things, like him and the Postman, might always be a mystery in the fic unless there's a good way to tell the story.

You know, it's funny you mention LU. Linked Universe was definitely some of the inspiration for how this started. I even sort of thought when Link grew up, he'd end up in LU but once I realised he got some of the deity power in him, the story was too much it's own thing. But I still want to do a Linksmeet once the Ganondorf War is done! But because I'm not using the LU headcanons, I could base the characters on whatever I wanted. And you know what I decided?

Let's make the Nintendo timeline a *real thing* and go from there.

So with all but a few exceptions, I've made Links be the separate ones they should be. The Hero of Legend was four games, ALTTP, Links Awakening and the two Oracle games. ALBW was years later, potentially several generations later. I did combine the first Four Swords Link with the Minish Cap Link because the idea of having *so many Links* that could split into multiples was giving me a headache. Four Swords Adventures is very much his own Link though! Have a gander at my in-progress height chart for the various Links in the Father of Time universe!

You'll *also* notice that there is an Age of Calamity Link in there as well. :D In my version of the timeline, Hyrule Warriors is in the Child timeline and eventually produces Age of Calamity, which is a separate timeline from Breath of the Wild (which I've put in the Downfall timeline). So two nearly identical heroes who somehow had slightly different lives.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I've still got a TON of ideas for this AU and I'm so excited to be making up more shit for it :D :D :D

And yes, PLEASE, art is always always appreciated! I bet Volvagia is adorable in all way. 💜 Feel free to send it my way. I'm mostly sure I have that turned on? But you can always @ me here and/or point me in the direction of a post in another ask.

#Father of Time fic #infodumped to an anonymous ask #tee hee!#Father of Time lore

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chaotickasugaicrows · 11 months ago

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Tied with the Kaigaku art on the recent poll was the Avatar AU. So here is some stuff on our Avatar the Last Airbender AU for Demon Slayer which we are calling Sticks and Stones.

Zenitsu is a blind orphan born in the Earth kingdom who unfortunately lives in Ba Sing Se. He’s also the Avatar. He spends a good amount of his childhood on the streets before the Earth Kingdom authorities finally get their directional geomancy to work and figure out who the Avatar is. Then he gets brought (cough kidnapped) to the Upper Ring and is protected (watched) by the Dai Li. The Dai Li impresses on him that it's essential he learns the elements in order according to the Avatar cycle so he learns Earth bending first. The Dai Li stall on getting him a proper Earth bending master never mind the rest of the elements. Once he does learn a bit of earth bending, he uses it alongside his enhanced hearing to navigate the world better. His animal companion is a badgermole by the name of Maru who he made friends with at age 10. Eventually Zenitsu realizes that something isn’t right with the Dai Li and escapes with the help of Genya who he sorta made friends with when he was on the streets. The two of them are framed for the death of the Earth King, making them fugitives.

Genya is a non bender that lives in the Earth Kingdom. His entire family, sans Sanemi, was killed by Fire Nation soldiers. Sanemi left him behind so he helps Zenitsu with the condition that they find his older brother on the way. Genya has some things to say and maybe some frustration to unload (a punch in the face). He starts out using a sword then switches to several long range weapons and finally settles on smithing his own gun.

Sanemi is a non bender that eventually figures out he’s an air bender. He runs an illegal fringe resistance group focused on revenge against the fire nation. He’s a little too black and white and not the best about reducing collateral damage. He left Genya behind in the Earth Kingdom for safety reasons.

Inosuke is a water bender from the swamps so more like a vine bender. He likes covering himself in vines and making a swamp monster to destroy enemies. He has a catgator pet named Shine [she-neh] that he sometimes also covers in vines and rides into battle. His weapon of choice is a big club which he acquired from Giyuu (after much bugging). Makomo taught him how to wield it. He’s also covered in henna. He joins the Avatar’s little road trip on the way.

Aoi is a water bender from the Northern Water tribe and a healer who joins the Avatar’s group on their journey. Inosuke drives her insane because he didn’t know water could heal and is basically a self taught menace. She refuses to use water bending to attack but she does end up learning defensive moves in secret, affected by the rest of the group. Eventually she learns blood bending too.

Giyuu, Sabito, Makomo, and Urokodaki are all from the Southern Water tribe. They are all water benders except Sabito. Urokodaki adopted the three of them after they lost their family to Fire Nation attacks. Giyuu uses a water tribe club, Makomo fights with an ice shiv that she creates with bending, and Sabito has a boomerang and a short sword.

We have more but that will be for a future post. The state of the Fire nation and fire benders like Tanjirō and Nezuko requires quite a bit of explanation.

#sticks and stones #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #atla x demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #aoi kanzaki #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #sabito #makomo #urokodaki sakonji

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 1 year ago

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Kirima's Heritage Theory (Yangchen Novels spoilers)

Ok ok ok ok. I know I (half) joked (half hc'd) that Atuat (and Amak) were grandkids/great-grandkids of Kavik and Yangchen. (reasons being nothing more than Atuat and Yangchen having great healing abilities, and Amak being assassin/up people's business reminding me of the political shenanigans Kavik/Yangchen get up to. Not a lot to stand on other than "it would be funny.")

But I woke up in a cold sweat today and realized "What if Kirima was actually Chaisee and Kaylaan's great-grand/great-great-grandkid? O_O

Tbh I've always just headcanoned her as someone who came from the Swamp Bending community (and ran away from it). But the more I think about the Chaisee/Kaylaan thing.....the more it might kinda works jskljf TT0TT Like both with what context we have on the chars (like it's plausible) AND in a satisfying narrative sense.

Chaisee/Kaylaan have to go into hiding with their son after the events of Legacy. Always on the move. Chaisee, though her land is in the Fire Nation territory, her heritage is a mystery (iirc) with no bending lineage. Then you have Kaylaan, who provides the waterbending for this theory. Their child is of mix heritage, and Kirima is most likely mixed as well (considering Kyoshi and Jingsu are, and Xu is hinted to be, and Kirima wears EK clothing except for a pelt, it's possible Kirima has at least some EK mixed into her because of how often it comes up in Yee's novels, tho genetic wise her WT side appears to be the dominant gene).

Anyway, the important thing I wanna focus on is, genetic wise it lines up and their situation lines up as well.

This is what Kirima states when Xu comes back:

Chaisee/Kaylaan would've been on the move running from the Earth King for the rest of their lives. I can see their kids and grandkids maybe even adopting a similar stance. Wouldn't be surprised if she joined Jesa's gang partially cause it was easier to stay on the move.

Combine that with, the entire reason Yangchen let them go on the run in the first place, it'd keep them from gaining power and status. Which would possibly make the family poor/not in good standing. Which is a big reason why a lot of (normal/general) daofei exist:

Narratively it'd be kinda satisfying imo. An action caused by Yangchen over a hundred years ago, aka "Showing mercy to her villain" only for it to come back and HELP a future Avatar? Usually we have a trickle down of Avatar's actions harming their successor, but this would flip that on it's head.

It would've been such a balm, such a shining light from all the BS Yangchen hand to go through and the problems she caused. (because, her actions did lead to Kyoshi's circumstances, because how Kuruk had to address Yangchen issues first, yes we know these issues started with Szeto and probs started with his predecessor before him and yadda yadda). But it would've been just SO GREAT for the girlie to get a win for Kyoshi. TT0TT

And if that's not enough to convince you. Consider this. Kirima telling Rangi "Hey yeah I'm also part Fire National, did you know?" and Rangi just fucking losing it. Just the absolute shock and horror of it all would be worth it. Just for the comedy jfdksalfjd TT0TT

Like, I know it's probs not the case. A lot of these can be explained away imo. Kirima could just be wearing EK clothes because she lives there/wants to blend in. The whole "on the run" move probs is because of Jesa and Air Nomads with their negative jing. But what if....fun? It's just a fun silly idea? jaskfjda

#yangvik #yangchen #legacy of yangchen spoilers #dawn of yangchen #legacy of yangchen #chaisee #kaylaan #kavik #rise of kyoshi #shadow of kyoshi #kirima #chronicles of the avatar #silly theories #literally just typed this out as fast as possible jfkdlsajf TT0TT #sorry if it's a bit muddied but there's not A LOT to dive nor do I wanna overexplain what there is

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shortsketches · 2 years ago

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Also called "In Which Mr. Williams Inadvertently Gave Cogs the Upper-hand (The Old Man Should Not Have Been Allowed to Cook)"

Anyways wow finally getting around to explaining the Big No-No™ Sherman did that really set things in motion.

So, when Sherman was partnered with the toons, it was known that he intended to try to find a way to make cogs more toon-like as most cogs cannot handle toon humor. At first he thought it was about mental conditioning, and to an extent, cogs gradually acclimated to toon humor could last longer before being worn down, but this was not really an effective change.

Over time, he set his sights towards trying to figure out what Laff -is- and whether or not that can be applied to cogs, after all, Sherman himself is an anomaly that is powered by Laff; to an extent, the story he told himself in his head is that he's trying to give other cogs "his gift." Of course, trying to work off of yourself when it's hard to know if there are other cogs with the exact same defect is tricky. He can't quite figure it out, and it seems that pure Laff itself tends to destabilize cogs, however, he did find something close enough.

By equipping cogs with a supplemental power core utilizing silly particles as a power source, cogs who underwent the procedure would appear to have Laff to some capacity without actually having it. While these cores are vaguely unstable, they were generally safe enough for those cogs to adjust to over time.

Of course, the main thing Sherman didn't bother to think about is that just because you make cogs a bit toonier, doesn't mean they'll do good things with it. While cogs who underwent silly particle infusion were given increased immunity to toon humor and the capability to understand and utilize it, it did not mean that most of those cogs didn't still harbor anti-toon sentiment.

Upon realizing that he effectively just made cogs that were even more capable of harming toons by virtue of being harder to destroy, Sherman promptly ceased performing silly particle infusion procedures and tried to wrangle up prior subjects to uninstall their hardware and revert them to their prior state. Unfortunately, the cat was out of the bag the second a subject managed to escape and fled back to Cog Nation.

Once Cog Nation realized what was done, it was over. Cog Nation had an intact silly particle power core on their hands and they were quick to figure it out. In a matter of months, toons were swamped with increasingly difficult waves of cogs, with future lots being even stronger as manufacturing was gradually refined.

Of course, it was easy to see that all these new cogs had different hardware and it wasn't hard at all to deduce that this was a result of Sherman's work prior, and Sherman himself knew right from the get go this was his mistake the second rumors started passing around.

When the Toon Council sent out rangers for his arrest, they found that Sherman had already run off to god knows where. Sherman knows damn well that he inadvertently doomed the toons, that he cannot return to face them, and swears up and down that one day he will find a way to help them push Cog Nation back despite knowing deep down that there might not be anything he can do to mitigate any of this now.

The War ramped up with the toons having to become even more aggressive to even have a chance against the cogs which results in pretty sizeable chunks of both Toontown and Cog Nation becoming uninhabitable territories that cogs don't view as advantageous to utilize and that toons have a hard time trying to renew and reclaim as habitable green space. It's said there's a ghost in the ruins, really it's just Sherman wandering around sentenced to witness what he put the toons through, still futilely trying to think of a solution that will probably never arrive.

#toonblr #toontag #toontown #toontown cogs #cogs #my art #ah yes time for me to skitter back to my hole now #hopefully what i wrote was comprehensible im tired lol

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mahayanapilgrim · 10 months ago

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If you want to know your past life, look at your present condition. If you want to know your future life, look at your present actions.

Are you oblivious to the sufferings of birth, old age, sickness and death? There is no guarantee that you will survive, even past this very day! The time has come for you to develop perseverance in the purpose of your life and practice. For, at this singular opportunity, you could attain the everlasting bliss of nirvana. So now is certainly not the time to sit idly, but starting with the reflection on death, you should bring your practice to completion!

The moments of our life are not expendable, And the possible circumstances of death are beyond imagination.

If you do not achieve an undaunted confident security now, What point is there in your being alive, O living creature?

Please guide all beings from this swamp of cyclic existence!

You don't have to be a philosopher; you just have to want to know who you are...

Death holds up an all-seeing mirror, 'the mirror of past actions',

; to our eyes, in which the consequences of all our negative and positive actions are clearly seen and there is a weighing of our past actions in the light of their consequences, the balance of which will determine the kind of existence or mental state we are being driven to enter.

Look at your science - the methods of analysis are principally applied to investigating the nature of material entities. Thus, the ultimate nature of matter is sought through a reductive process and the macroscopic world is reduced to the microscopic world of particles. Yet, when the nature of these particles is further examined, we find that ultimately their very existence as objects is called into question.

~ Padmasambhava (8th Century)

Abandon your notions of the past, without attributing a temporal sequence! Cut off your mental associations regarding the future, without anticipation! Rest in a spacious modality, without clinging to [the thoughts of] the present. Do not meditate at all, since there is nothing upon which to meditate. Instead, revelation will come through undistracted mindfulness — Since there is nothing by which you can be distracted.

O, you, with your mind far away, thinking that death will not come, Entranced by the pointless activities of this life, If you were to return empty-handed now, would not your [life's] purpose have been [utterly] confused?

Recognise what it is that you truly need! It is a sacred teaching [for liberation]! So, should you not practise this divine [sacred] teaching, beginning from this very moment?

~ Padmasambhava

Transcendent renunciation is developed by meditating on the preciousness of human life in terms of the ocean of evolutionary possibilities, the immediacy of death, the inexorability of evolutionary causality, and the sufferings of the ignorance-driven, involuntary life cycle. Renunciation automatically occurs when you come face-to-face with your real existential situation, and so develop a genuine sympathy for yourself, having given up pretending the prison of habitual emotions and confusions is just fine.

Meditating on the teachings given on these themes in a systematic way enables you to generate quickly an ambition to gain full control of your body and mind in order at least to face death confidently, knowing you can navigate safely through the dangers of further journeys. Wasting time investing your life in purposes that "you cannot take with you" becomes ludicrous, and, when you radically shift your priorities, you feel a profound relief at unburdening yourself of a weight of worry over inconsequential things.

Agitation due to circumstances occurs when because of an external incident, you follow a thought, and your mind becomes agitated and scatters into a disturbing emotion. When that happens, keep the attitude of "There is no need to do anything!" Train in loving kindness and compassion, disenchantment, means and knowledge, and devotion. Following that, persevere in the practice as at the time of the view. That will clear it.

If, upon looking outwards towards the external expanse of the sky, There are no projections emanated by the mind, And if, on looking inwards at one's own mind, There is no projectionist who projects [thoughts] by thinking them, Then, one's own mind, completely free from conceptual projections.

~ Padmasambhava

#Padmasambhava #Guru Rinpoche #amitaba buddha #Avalokiteshvara #vajrapani #enlightenment spiritualawakening reincarnation tibetan siddhi yoga naga buddha #buddha #buddhist #buddhism #dharma #sangha #mahayana #zen #milarepa #tibetan buddhism #thich nhat hanh

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darkmaga-returns · 7 months ago

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Everything changes in less than one month…..

Posted on December 21, 2024 by State of the Nation

https://stateofthenation.info/?p=9760

INAUGURATION DAY 2025

A day that will live in infamy for the treasonous, seditious, and traitor-infested communist-run Democrat Party… but only if Team Trump truly drains the swamp.

SOTN Editor’s Note: It ought to be obvious that we are currently experiencing the CALM BEFORE THE STORM.

And, that because the Democrats have been so quiet since Election Day, you know they are busily preparing for their pre-Inauguration Day power grab. That prep began in earnest with this major move:

HUNTER’S PARDON: The Most Brazenly Unlawful POTUS Pardon In American History

However, HUNTERgate is the least of their problems since this nonstop Democrat crime wave actually began with the unconstitutional installation of Manchurian Candidate Barack Hussein Obama as a POTUS Pretender on January 20, 2009. See: Scientific Evidence: Obama Birth Certificate Copy Proven Fake And Forged

Incidentally, that little data point alone makes every presidential action throughout the entire illegitimate two terms of Obama completely NULL AND VOID. Especially in view of the absolute necessity for the Democrats to cover up the countless Obama-Biden crimes sprees does Inauguration Day 2025 then become the most consequential in U.S. history.

LAWLESSNESS ON SUPER STEROIDS! Obama-Biden Era Darkest Period In U.S. History

But not only that, the Democrat party also has to continuously cover up the most transparently stolen POTUS election—EVER! Because not only did POTUS Imposter Joe Biden not receive those 81 million plus votes, all of the high-integrity scientific and statistical ballot evidence points to the great likelihood that Trump won with that amount. Heck, JOE BIDEN WAS DISQUALIFIED FROM EVEN RUNNING FOR POTUS.

2024 WAS TOO BIG TOO FRIGGIN’ RIG: Which has now proven that Team Biden outright stole 2020 election from Trump.

Which brings US back to the exceedingly thorny and precarious state of affairs that the Democrat Party will be facing on Monday, Jan 20, 2025, from 12:00 PM onward. In point of fact, the very worst of those brazen and shameless traitors know that they are staring at a fate that is nothing less than a public hanging. See: These are the most dangerous and traitorous congressional enemies of the American Republic.

However, that just and fair outcome is wholly dependent on President Trump establishing the rule of law across the land. It’s not yet clear if Team Trump really understands the constitutional necessity and moral imperative to mete out the most severe justice in every single case of proven treason and/or sedition that warrants it. Because these Democrat cowards only understand one thing—brute force and raw power. See: They Know They Will All Be … HANGED LIVE ON THE INTERNET

What’s the crucial point here?

We’re talking about a complete and permanent dissolution of the Democrat Party in view of the multifarious criminal conspiracies of sedition and treason committed against the POTUS and the American Republic, respectively. For example: DEMOCRAT’S OPEN BORDER TREASON PLOT MUCH WORSE THAN ANYONE KNOWS.

So, the Democrat Party is toast. Their little communist party is history … as in forever terminated as a political party in these once United States of America. Those self-indicted flagrant traitors and nakedly subversive bolsheviks have screwed the pooch so many times they’re outta here. It just hasn’t happened yet. That’s Trump’s job. And he has no choice this time around but to follow through on draining the swamp inside the Beltway for good … … … because his own life and family’s future greatly depends on it.

Therefore, the NWO globalist-overseen Democrats know they will have only one more chance to strike, and strike so hard that their seemingly inevitable fate can be somehow averted. (By the way, those New World Order head honchos report to a much higher mundane power described here: THE SATANIC GLOBAL POWER STRUCTURE)

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soylent-crocodile · 2 years ago

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Progg (Monster)

(Smoky Progg by @louivi)

(The flip side of the Mamuta, I simply HAD to do the Smoky Progg. I was a bit conflicted, whether or not to make the progg human sized or whether to maintain the pikmin scale, and I decided I'd keep it Mamuta sized. So this is a tiny undead fey that blights your lands in revenge for wrongdoings! I know PF fey don't technically have souls, but Rise of the Runelords features a ghost dryad and it's basically the foundation of Golarion canon, so.)

Progg are undead created by the sorrow and hatred of small, benevolent fey when killed in an unholy place. They are driven to blight the land they inhabit, killing plants, choking out livestock, and tormenting the peasantry. Progg have a knowledge of who they once were, but only distantly; whatever connections they made and emotions they felt as a fey are diminished to near nothingness. All a progg feels is an insatiable need to destroy life, especially plants. To this end, progg frequently target stores of seeds, flowers in bloom, and young sapling trees- a land blighted by a progg may not only lose this year’s harvest, but all future harvests if no help comes.

Progg, notably, have little desire to harm humanoids; they will defend themselves if threatened, but if there is a suitable target of young plant life to destroy, a progg will often focus its attention on moving there, even if it’s in danger of being destroyed itself. Good-hearted monster hunters know to sanctify such areas, as progg can not see nor enter such a place- although more unscrupulous adventurers may let the progg carry out its destructive mission in exchange for free hits.

A smoky black-green mass shambles forward, two red eyes staring dead ahead.

Misc- CR5 NE Tiny Undead (Incorporeal) HD6 Init:+7 Senses: Perception:+11 Lifesense 60ft, Darkvision 60ft Aura: Choking Smog (15ft, DC17) Stats- Str:- Dex:16(+3) Con:- Int:10(+0) Wis:16(+3) Cha:19(+4) BAB:+4 Space:2.5ft Reach:0ft Defense- HP:51(6d8+24) AC:14(+3 Dex, +1 Dodge) Fort:+2 Ref:+5 Will:+8 CMD:15 Immunity: Undead Resistances Weakness: Vulnerable to Plants Special Defenses: Channel Resistance +4, Incorporeal Offense- Touch +9(1d8+4 Negative Energy, Curse of Withering) CMB:+2 Speed:20ft Special Attacks: Curse of Withering (DC17) Feats- Dodge, Improved Initiative, Combat Casting Skills- Intimidate +12, Knowledge (Nature) +5, Perception +11, Sense Motive +11 Spell-like Abilities- (Caster Level 6, Concentration +10, +4 bonus when in Combat) Ghost Sound, Mage Hand /at-will Diminish Plants, Steal Breath (DC16) 3/day Ecology- Environment- Swamps, Urban Languages- Sylvan Organization- Solitary Treasure- None Special Abilities-Aura of Choking Smog (Su)- A progg emits a cloud of necrotic, choking gas that withers and kills any living thing it touches. Nonevil creatures who enter or start their turn within the smog must make a DC17 Fort save or take 2d8 negative energy damage. Curse of Withering (Su)- A creature hit by a progg’s touch attack must make a DC17 Will save or be affected by the progg’s curse of withering. An afflicted creature receives half health from magical healing effects and cannot heal from resting. This curse cannot be dispelled; it requires Remove Curse or a similar effect. Vulnerable to Plants (Ex)- A progg, even in its warped state, still has some connection to the floral world. Living plant matter treats a progg as though it was corporeal; it is damaged normally from the natural attacks of Plant creatures and weapons made of living wood, and cannot pass through living plants. Any wooden structures or weapons not made of living wood affect the progg normally, however.

#soylent original #monsters and races #smoky progg #pikmin

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desperatecheesecubes · 1 year ago

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ALL THE COMIC RUNS IVE 💯ED

(A list because I am insane)

Adventures of Superman: Jon Kent (2023)

Adventures of the Supersons (2018)

Amazons Attack (2007)

Another Castle (2016)

Aquaman/Green Arrow: Deep Target (2021)

Arsenal (1998)

Avatar: The Promise (2012)

Avatar: The Search (2013)

Batgirl (2009)

Batgirl by Gail Simone (2011) [1-42]

Batgirl: Year One (2003)

Batgirls (2021)

Batman/Superman/Wonder Woman: Trinity (2003)

Batman and Robin (2009)

Batman and the Signal (2018)

Batman Eternal (2014)

Batman Incorporated (2012)

Batman Secret Files (2021)

Batman Vs Robin (2022)

Batman: Battle for the Cowl (2009)

Batman Cataclysm Event (1999)

Batman No Mans Land Event (1999)

Batman Fear State Event (2021)

Batman Knightfall Event (1993)

Batman Knightquest The Crusade (1993)

Batman Knightquest The Search (1993)

Batman The Cult (1988)

Batman The Detective (2021)

Batman The Knight (2022)

Batman Urban Legends (2022)

Birds of Prey: Manhunt (1996)

Birds of Prey: Sirens of Justice (2020)

Black Canary (1991)

Black Canary (1993)

Black Canary (2007)

Black Canary (2015)

Boxers and Saints (2013)

The Brave and The Bold: Batman and Wonder Woman (2018)

Challenge of the Super Sons (2020)

Checkmate (2021)

Convergence: Batgirl (2015)

Convergence: Batman and Robin (2015)

Convergence : Justice League (2015)

Convergence: Nightwing and Oracle (2015)

Convergence: Superboy (2015)

Convergence: Superman (2015)

Convergence: The Question (2015)

Dark Crisis On Infinite Earths (2022) {Also the event lol}

Dark Crisis: Young Justice (2022)

Extraordinary (2021)

The final Night (1996)

The Final Night Event (1996)

The Flash (2011)

Flash and Green Lantern: The Brave and the Bold (1999)

Forever Evil (2013) {Also the event}

Forever Evil A.R.G.U.S. (2013)

Forever Evil Arkham War (2013)

Forever Evil Rogues Rebellion (2013)

Future State: Batman/Superman (2021)

Future State:Catwoman (2021)

Future State: Dark Detective (2021)

Future State: Gotham (2021)

Future State: green Lantern (2021)

Future State: Harley Quinn (2021)

Future State: Immortal Wonder Woman (2021)

Future State: Justice League (2021)

Future State: Kara Zor El Superwoman (2021)

Future State: Legion of Superheroes (2021)

Future State: Nightwing (2021)

Future State: Eternal Robin (2021)

Future State: Shazam! (2021)

Future State: Suicide Squad (2021)

Future State: Superman/Wonder Woman

Future State: Superman of Metropolis (2021)

Future State: Superman vs Imperious Lex (2021)

Future State: Superman World of War (2021)

Future State: Swamp Thing (2021)

Future State: Teen Titans (2021)

Future State: The Flash (2021)

Future State: The Next Batman (2021)

Future State: Wonder Woman (2021)

GCPD: The Blue Wall (2022)

Ghost-Spider (2019)

Gotham Academy (2014)

Green Arrow (1983)

Green Arrow by Mike Grell (1988)

Green Arrow the longbow Hunters (1987)

Green Arrow Year One (2007)

Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps (2016)

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series The Eat Bang Kill Tour (2021)

Identity Crisis (2004)

Infinite Frontier (2021)

Infinite Frontier Secret Files (2021)

Injustice: Gods Among Us Year One (2013)

Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Two(2014)

Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Three (2014)

Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Four (2015)

Injustice: Gods Among Us Year Five (2015)

Jane Foster and the Mighty Thor (2022)

Jay Garrick: The Flash (2023)

Joker: Last Laugh (2001)

Joker: Last Laugh Event (2001)

Justice League of America (2013)

Justice League vs The Legion of Superheroes (2022)

Justice League Trinity War event (2013)

Kingdom Come (1996)

Knight Terrors: Action Comics (2023)

Knight Terrors: Batman (2023)

Knight Terrors: Green Lantern (2023)

Knight Terrors: Nightwing (2023)

Knight Terrors: Robin (2023)

Knight Terrors: Superman (2023)

Lazarus Planet Event (2023) {NOT WE WERE GODS}

The Mighty Thor (2015)

Monkey Prince (2022)

Naomi (2019)

Nightwing (2011)

Nightwing/Huntress (1998)

Nubia and the amazons (2021)

Nubia Queen of the amazons (2022)

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011)

Robin (1991)

Robin II The Jokers Wild (1991)

Robin III Cry of the Huntress (1992)

Robin (2021)

Robin & Batman (2021)

Robin Year One (200)

Robins (2021)

Sensational Wonder Woman (2021)

Shadow War Event (2022)

Shazam! (2021)

Spider-Gwen: Gwenverse (2022)

Spider-Gwen: Shadow Clones (2023)

Spider-Gwen: Smash (2023)

Spirit World (2023)

StarFire (2015)

Stargirl: The Lost Children (2022)

Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E. (1999)

Steelworks (2023)

Suicide Squad (2021)

Suicide Squad Get Joker (2021)

Super Sons (2017)

Superboy: The Boy of Steel (2010)

Superboy The Man of Tomorrow (2023)

Supergirl (1994)

Supergirl Woman of Tomorrow (2021)

Superman: Death and Return of Superman event (1993)

Superman/Shazam! First Thunder (2005)

Superman and the Authority (2021)

Superman Smashes The Klan (2019)

Superman Day of Doom (2003)

Superman: Lois and Clark (2015)

Superman Lost (2023)

Superman Son of Kal El (2019)

Superman Up in the Sky (2019)

Task Force Z (2021)

Teen Titans (2011)

Teen Titans Academy (2021)

Teen Titans Year One (2008)

Thor (2014)

Tim Drake Robin (2022)

Titans United (2021)

Titans United Bloodpact (2022)

Trial of the Amazons (2022) {also the event}

Trial if the Amazons: Wonder Girl (2022)

Trinity of Sin (2014)

Our Worlds At War Event (2001)

The War for Earth 3 (2022) {Also the event }

Wonder Girl (2021)

Wonder Woman: Challenge of Artemis Event (1995)

Wonder Woman Gods of Gotham Event (2000)

Wonder Woman Paradise Lost and Found (2001)

Wonder Woman Agent if Peace (2020)

Wonder Woman Black and White and Gold (2021)

Wonder Woman Come Back to me (2019)

Wonder Woman Dead Earth (2019)

Wonder Woman Evolutions (2021)

Wonder Woman The Hiketeia (2002)

Worlds Finest (2009)

Worlds Finest Teen Titans (2023)

Young Justice (2011)

Young Justice (2019)

Zero Hour Crisis in Time (1994) {Also the event}

Zodiac Starforce (2015)

Zodiac Starforce Cries of the Prince (2017)

#mine #oh god oh god #cheese reads things #so you can all judge my comic chops lol #in mostly alphabetical order #that wasn’t nearly as many new titles as I thought lol

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