#gluttonous titan

[adoreejelly23]

picmix gif by me:

Erwin and Zeke Wish You a Good Morning

[th3-h3rm1t]

So beautiful

[doodle-empress66]

If you could revive one character in anime/manga who would it be?

[the-gnomish-bastard]

Cool titles to give your big ass monsters in DnD

Dragons:

Serpent of the Fell Flame

The Blazing Sky

Thunder Scourge

Eternal Blizzard

Blizzard Lizard

The Swamp’s Vengeance

The Winged Shadow

Giants:

Dragon’s Bane

The Cloud King

The Storm’s Wrath

Frostborn Titan

The Lumbering Glutton

The Infernal Colossus

Crater Maker

The Mountain’s Child

Krakens or other sea creatures:

Devourer in the Deep

The Hungering Maw

The Depth’s Fear

Ship Taker

Lord of the Waves

Wrath of the Sea

Aberrations and other cosmic horrors:

Secret Stealer

Star Devourer

The Forgotten Terror

The Dreaming Nightmare

Mind Feaster

The Endless

The Inevitable

Wrath of the Stars

Bane of Creation

[monstersdownthepath]

Deity: The Sea of Teeth

(Pic source: Craig Spearing, though it doesn’t seem to be on his site anymore and exists only as reuploads)

Chaotic Evil God of Endless Hunger

Domains: Chaos, Death, Destruction, Evil, War Subdomains: Demon, Entropy, Catastrophe, Cannibalism, Blood Favored Weapons: Bite Symbol: Fangs surrounding bones, stars, and/or planets. Sacred Animals: All gluttonous animals. Sacred Colors: N/a

The Abyss is deeper than any being could possibly comprehend, stretching an unknowable distance into the chaos beyond what sane beings consider the relative safety of their reality. Whether it has an end or a bottom is a mystery none have yet solved, as the deeper one goes, the more they must grapple with the knowledge that the hundreds of layers occupied by the foulest sorts of demons are merely the surface level of the Abyss, the safest environs a mortal of this cosmos can exist in. To venture into the Abyss is taxing enough, but to delve deep into the Outer Rifts, where the primordial qlippoth and beasts even stranger roam, is something few can withstand for longer than fleeting moments. It is easy, though not entirely accurate, to compare the demon-occupied Abyss as something akin to the levels of the ocean where the sun still reaches. It is dangerous, laden with hazards and predators which may end the life of an explorer... But the Rifts? If one were still comparing the Abyss to the ocean, the Outer Rifts are depths where sunlight cannot reach, where the pressure is so intense that even steel buckles and crumbles, where the cold is so penetrating that nothing can defend against it, and where life as we know it simply cannot survive.

But like the ocean’s darkest depths, there is still life to be found, alien and strange. Predating even the eldest of the gods, the qlippoth crawl and slither and skitter in endless varieties and maddening shapes. From tiny insects to the great, demigod-level Qlippoth Primordials, qlippoth span across every branch of existence, forming grotesque and twisted mirrors to the biospheres found all over creation, all living and eating and dying and transforming. It is a great, eldritch ecosystem, where even worlds must feed.

And with the imprisonment of Rovagug, it has lost its apex predator.

Ask any zoologist what happens to any ecosystem in which an important predatory force is removed and you will receive a similar answer; the prey gorges itself until it starves, reproduces until there is no more room, and the cycle of life comes to an abrupt and terrible halt as the links in the chain give way one by one. In extreme cases, the entire environment is destroyed by the unbalance. While it’s true that the Abyss has no shortage of predatory creatures all willing and able to consume one another, none of them work on the scale that Rovagug did, devouring and destroying entire landscapes and worlds at once to keep the growth of the Abyss itself from becoming too dangerously rampant. 

But now that he is gone, the balance is upset, and the invasive species that is demonkind has done more harm than good as the natives of the Rifts experience an apocalyptic collapse. Unfortunately for the cosmos as a whole, from the deepest depths of the Outer Rifts a new apex predator has risen to fill the vacuum.

It has no name, but it has many titles; the Sea of Teeth is the most common one, but it is also known as “the Devouring God,” “the Black Well,” “Hadal,” “the Consuming Cascade,” “the Final Tide,” among others and their many variations. It is more location than creature, as though an entire layer of the Abyss has shuddered to terrible life and apocalyptic hunger, branching titanic tendrils throughout the rest of the plane to consume all which falls in its shadow. To those that know if its existence, it is hunger unimaginable, a ravenous force that depletes and destroys everything it crosses. It does not just settle for the twisted flora and fauna, but the very landscape itself is chewed apart, and when there is no matter left it drinks up the local quintessence until the fabric of the layer frays and collapses. It constantly sends tiny tendrils of its matter throughout the Abyss to hunt for new rich feeding grounds, the smallest and weakest of these ‘roots,’ pinpricks of its essence that emerge through tiny portals it gnaws in reality, take on the shape and strength of Shoggoths with the Savage Mythic Template. Because of the immense power of these tiny specks of the greater Sea, it rapidly overtakes any stretch of the Abyss which doesn’t contain any creature or force capable of combating its searching limbs, but any layer with such defenses enjoys some level of safety from the greater Sea. Slaying the roots causes the limb from which they grew to recoil slightly, slowing its spread into a particular layer and allowing them time to plan for the next incursion.

The irony of the Abyss finding itself besieged by a threat which spreads across multiple planar layers and which requires constant, combined efforts to fight back against is lost on many demons. And it is indeed demons which find themselves at the fore of the Sea’s attacks; the Sea is indiscriminate in its feeding frenzies, consuming all in its path with no regard for the qlippoth it technically shares kinship with (with the sole exception being the Iathavos, the only being which it ignores entirely), but much how like animals of Golarion will flee an impending natural disaster hours before it happens, qlippoth seem to possess an innate sense of when and where the Sea will strike, assuring only the injured, the slow, the ill, the foolish, and the foolhardy are actually devoured. Why and how they preternaturally know when it will arrive is a secret they have not shared, and likely never will. 

It is believed that no fewer than six entire Abyssal layers have already been entirely consumed in the short few centuries that the Sea has been known to mortal scholars (and perhaps many before anyone even realized it was there), several dozen are actively besieged by its reaching limbs, and hundreds more are being inspected by its roots. Any normal plane which hosted such a force would quickly be rendered lifeless and barren, but the sheer size and repulsive fecundity of the Abyss assures no such catastrophe will occur, and even if the “shallows” of the Abyss were to be depopulated entirely (an impossible task in and of itself, even for a god), the Sea would simply retreat into the deeper Rifts to continue its feast in unknowable lands until the shallows recovered and regrew, just as a roving predator does when prey is exhausted in one area.

... But this relieving truth has yet to be uncovered, and will likely not be known for several millennia. In the current times, a mere few centuries after its emergence, the Sea is spoken of by doomsayers and prophets as an existential threat of cosmic magnitude, threatening the entirety of existence as it’s known. There are many who believe that the Sea’s emergence is a sure sign that the Abyss will soon be destroyed, devoured utterly down to the last demon larvae, and demons as an entity in the universe will completely cease to exist. These same thinkers and madmen are divided on what, exactly, this would cause in the Great Beyond as a whole; some posit that the removal of the tumor that is the Abyss will usher in a profound universal transformation in which certain breeds of Evil can no longer exist, while others think the Abyss itself will transform into an entirely new Neutrally-aligned plane! The implications of this transformation is, itself, a topic of conjecture and debate. Planar scholars from all corners of creation have driven themselves to fevered frenzies trying to imagine what a universe without demonkind would look like, whether or not demonic power would simply emerge in a new form elsewhere... and whether or not an end to demons as they’re currently known warrants aiding the Sea of Teeth in some way.

Any mind pondering the possibilities of the Sea destroying the Abyss itself must, of course, answer the inevitable question of “what happens afterwards?” Perhaps it will consume itself or starve to death! Perhaps it will slink back into the Outer Rifts, finally satisfied that it has killed every last demon. Perhaps it will pupate into something worse... Or perhaps, once the Abyss has been consumed, the Sea will rush to fill the empty roots left behind which will connect it to a thousand new feeding grounds, swelling further to break down the shorelines of all creation and bring about the end of all things.

Whatever the truth is, the Great Beyond will have to wait and see. There IS one absolute truth that can be shared with whomever is reading this, though: Despite what doomsayers scream of what will happen were it to drink the Plane of Water, inhale the flames of Creation’s Forge, or invade the Ethereal Plane to consume the thoughts and dreams of mortals, the Sea of Teeth does not work towards such apocalyptic goals. It does not plan its assaults, it does not consider the consequences of its actions, and it does not dream of the endless banquet waiting for it just outside the walls of the Abyss.

It, in fact, does not think at all.

----- Obedience and Boons -----

Many cultists, madmen, studious Outsiders of every shape and description, and scholars of every species and alignment all ascribe different reasons and motivations to the Sea’s actions, whether it be divine rage against demons, a rampage to eventually free Rovagug and prove that he is truly the lesser evil when compared to the unseen powers in the deeper Rifts, the incarnate form of the Abyss’ predilection for predation and parisitism turned horribly self-destructive, the incarnation of hunger as a concept, or maybe even the herald of the end times... but the truth is truly right in front of them, described in the first section of this very article: The Sea of Teeth is a hungry beast which has found a stretch of uncontested land, and has begun to gorge itself on a population that has few true defenses against an invasive species.

Though it is indeed divine, it is still essentially a simple-minded predator driven entirely by instinct. It is a form of life which operates on a scale that a common mind struggles to envision, but it serves a function that is familiar, almost mundane, and its presence in the Great Beyond is unfortunate happenstance, not an apocalyptic omen. Any ‘meaning’ to its rampage or claims that it is acting towards some unfathomable goal are pure conjecture, the product of minds desperate to establish a pattern or see some divine truth where a mundane truth would suffice. A hungry wolf which devours a farmer’s sheep is not some punishment for his failure or some insatiable, sadistic beast torturing him because he cannot fight back... it’s a hungry animal, any mythologizing or anthropomorphizing is the fault of the farmer, not the wolf. 

This truth, however, is beyond most creatures in the cosmos, to whom the Sea is an incomprehensibly threatening force of annihilation. To them, it is whatever they want it to be, whatever they project, and often whatever they fear it is, as it has no desire (or even ability) to answer questions about itself. It has unintentionally gathered numerous cults in its name--doomsday and otherwise--all led by powerful figureheads who’ve achieved some divine contact with it... or at least contact with a figurehead which worships the Sea, in some bizarre and indirect form of faith. There exists a ritual one can use to connect to the Sea and gain some of its power at the cost of becoming perpetually ravenous, a ritual used by many to achieve positions of power in the budding cults of the Sea of Teeth, up to and including becoming divine fronts in and of themselves... which inadvertently makes them beacons for spells such as Commune attempting to reach the true Sea, further muddying the waters about its supposed goals and desires. Undoubtedly, one of the most famous of these figureheads is Chormilg, the Thousanth Tooth, a powerful Nyogoth Cleric/Exalted of the Sea of Teeth (CR 18/MR 6) which claims to have hatched from one of the Sea’s teeth after it broke itself against the heart of a forgotten deity, and thus is the literal mouth-piece of the god. Chormilg is the closest thing to a true leader that the disparate cults of the Devouring God have, and is currently the highest authority in the Sea’s faith, acting as the deity’s proxy, AND the reason many believe the Sea’s hunger to be primarily directed at demons, as Chormilg itself despises demonic life.  

The largest cult to the Sea is the one founded by Chormilg, known as the Salgurat, an Abyssal word translating to “Ebon Maws,” a cult devoted to capturing and consuming demons and their mortal fanatics, as well as making regular, organized sacrifices to the Sea of Teeth to empower it in the hopes of accelerating its growth through the Abyss. Some smaller cults grow from gatherings of heretics among the faiths of Thuskchoon, Jubilex, Cyth-V’sug, Zevgavizeb, and other great and ancient beasts of the Abyss, who believe their former deities to be the offspring of the Sea and have thus chosen to serve the “Progenitor Maw” or “Hunger’s Father” out of respect. Other cults have many reasons for their worship, such as Creation’s Eclipse, a cult of daemons and their maniacal mortal followers hellbent on finding ways to help the Sea enter Creation’s Forge and snuff it. Some of these smaller factions even have benevolent, though misguided, hopes for a universe without the Abyss, Whatever the case may be, any follower of the Sea are as varied as the morsels it consumes, coming from all over the universe.

The Obedience ritual to serve the Devouring God is a lesser form of the Shores of the Sea of Teeth occult ritual, and both of them have the same effect at different intensities: It convinces the Sea that the creature undertaking the ritual is actually a part of itself, and so it sends a tendril of its essence and a spark of its power into the creature, often physically mutating them. This offers the creature not only supernatural might, but some protection from the Sea’s appetite, with many audacious beings--Chormilg included--nesting within the god’s churning body, believing themselves favored by the horror due to their faith and devotion, unaware they’re doing the mystic equivalent of dabbing an ant colony’s scent upon themselves to avoid being torn apart by the swarm. The Sea has no loyalty to anything but its own stomachs, any power it offers given only through unintentional trickery or divine reflex, but it is nonetheless a power that any creature--regardless of alignment--can tap into, should they know how... and should they brave the consequences. 

As a true deity, the Sea of Teeth can grant Boons to any creature taking the Deific Obedience feat, but it does not possess a dedicated Prestige Class such as Feysworn or Diabolist. Boons are typically gained slowly, achieved at levels 12, 16, and 20, but by entering the Evangelist, Exalted, or Sentinel Prestige Classes as early as possible, they can be obtained at levels 8, 11, and 14 instead. While normally a deity as ambivalent as the Sea would grant only one set of Boons, the fanatic devotion of countless beings and the fear of infinitely more has created a potent psychic impression upon it, allowing it a full three.

Obedience: Spend at least 30 minutes meditating on the sensations of hunger while surrounded by circle of ritual objects made of materials harvested from creatures you’ve killed and consumed portions of. At the conclusion of this meditative period, eat anything you have available--preferably portions of creatures you’ve helped slay in the last 24 hours--until you’re full. Benefit: You become permanently afflicted by the Oracle’s Hunger curse the first time you perform the Obedience ritual, and the curse cannot be removed by mortal magic. For 24 hours after performing your Obedience, your total Hit Dice is treated as your Oracle level for the purpose of determining the intensity of your curse; failing to perform your Obedience causes your curse to weaken, treating only half your Hit Dice as your Oracle level for the purpose of the curse. If you are already an Oracle, for 24 hours after performing your Obedience, your Oracle level is treated as 4 higher for determining the intensity of your new Hunger curse.

------ EVANGELIST ------

Boon 1: The Preview (Sp): Gain Grease 3/day, Hold Person 2/day, or Spiked Pit 1/day.

Boon 2: Titanic Appetite (Ex): The gnawing hunger in your belly drives you to eat anything you can get your hands on, trusting your connection to your god to protect you from the consequences. You become immune to the effects of all ingested poisons and diseases, and cannot be sickened, nauseated, or cursed by items, food, or creatures you eat. You can digest and draw sustenance from any matter you can consume. Any bite attacks you have ignore the first 5 points of Hardness when damaging objects, widening your potential palate.

Boon 3: Crushed by the Depths (Sp): Once per day, you can focus the power of the Sea onto your foes, allowing it to reach across space and devour them utterly. You may use Implosion once per day as a spell-like ability, but you may target even incorporeal or gaseous creatures with it, and if the target succeeds the saving throw against the effect, they still take 10d6 points of damage. When you target a creature with this ability it possesses a unique visual effect: a phantasmal, protean mass envelops the target and crushes inwards. Any creature killed by this ability is entirely consumed; any nonmagical items they possessed are also destroyed, and magic items fall into their former space.

------ EXALTED ------

Boon 1: A Bite of Everything (Sp): Gain Adhesive Spittle 3/day, Allfood 2/day, or Dispel Magic 1/day.

Boon 2: Ravening Form (Ex/Sp): Your connection to the Sea of Teeth deepens and more of its essence flows into you. This connection twists your body in incomprehensible ways, granting you the constant benefits of 50% Fortification and the Compression universal monster ability. In addition, once per day as a standard action, you may undergo a horrifying but thankfully short-lived surge of vitality as tendrils of the Sea’s matter slither through your body to restore you, gaining the benefits of the Regeneration spell.

Boon 3: Whirlpool of Teeth (Sp): Once per day you may open a portal leading directly to the Sea of Teeth to send entire pieces of the world to your god, in effect casting Maw of Chaos as a spell-like ability. The spell is altered in the following ways: Each round at the start of your turn, all creatures and unattended objects within 40ft of the Maw are automatically pulled 10ft closer to the Maw before it makes its CMB check (potentially allowing it to pull a target twice in one round); this summoned Maw lasts an additional +3 rounds after you stop concentrating on it; and you are unaffected by any of the Maw’s effects, though you may not enter its space. 

------ SENTINEL ------

Boon 1: Soften the Meal (Sp): Gain Ray of Sickening 3/day, Blindness/Deafness 2/day, or Ray of Exhaustion 1/day.

Boon 2: Slavering Jaws (Ex): Your teeth sharpen to frightening and deadly points and your jaw can distend to repulsive and terrific effect. The bite attack gained from your Hunger curse becomes a primary natural attack which deals damage as if you were two size categories larger (2d6 for a Medium creature). The bite attack ignores 5 points of Hardness or Damage Reduction and is considered a magic weapon. Finally, due to the horror your mouth has become, you gain a profane bonus to Intimidate checks equal to your Strength modifier, and you may make an Intimidate check as a swift action against any creature within 30ft when you confirm a critical hit against another creature with your bite attack.

Boon 3: Hole in the Universe (Ex): Your stomach becomes an extradimensional space which partially intersects the Sea of Teeth. The bite gained from your Hunger curse gains the Grab and Swallow Whole abilities if they did not already have them, and you may attempt to swallow any creature of your size or smaller that you have grappled. Your extradimensional stomach may have any number of creatures or objects of any size swallowed at once. Creatures and unattended objects within your stomach take 6d6 bludgeoning and 6d6 Acid damage each round. Extradimensional spaces (such as Bags of Holding) cannot be opened while within you, but otherwise do not interact with you in a destructive way. If a swallowed creature deals enough damage to cut free, instead of creating a hole, the pain forces you to regurgitate all creatures and objects in your stomach at once; you are nauseated for 1d6 rounds and cannot use Swallow Whole for 1 minute after.

[suzukiblu]

Another excerpt from the one where Tim is trans and Kon is not the father, plus a read-more for length.

“Bart’s really back too?” Tim asks, his voice not quite cracking. 

“Back and also . . . okay, not the right age, but the age he was the last time I saw him,” Kon says. “Which apparently he was not for you guys for a while, what the fuck.” 

“Long story,” Tim says, smiling helplessly. 

“Yeah, I know, it took Bart a whole thirty seconds to explain it to me,” Kon says wryly. 

“Have you seen . . . Cassie, yet?” Tim asks hesitantly, because he’s a fucking glutton for punishment, apparently. Because otherwise he’s just ignoring the elephant he coaxed into the room himself. 

“No,” Kon says, shaking his head. “Bart went to go drop in on the Titans, but Clark brought me straight here. He figured I’d wanna see you and Kyra first. We had a very confusing thirty-first century conversation while he was trying to ease me into the ‘everyone knows you’re gay for your best friend’ thing and gently break the news about me being a dad, and then Bart just started talking his ear off demanding baby updates. It was, uh, interesting. I guess he died before she was born, but Clark didn’t realize he’d known you were pregnant?” 

“Yeah,” Tim says, trying not to wince. “I mean–I didn’t know what to do at first, so I just took medical leave from the Titans for an ‘injury’, but I told Bart and Cassie, and then . . . well, then Bart died before I told the Kents. It was only a couple months or so–I didn’t want to make them feel worse, in case anything went wrong–but . . .” 

But that’s how it is, in their line of work. A couple months or so is more than enough time for another one of your best friends to die. 

“Please tell me you weren’t patrolling Gotham knocked up,” Kon says with a grimace. 

“. . . technically, yes, but not after I realized I was knocked up,” Tim says, smiling weakly. “Not for . . . more than a week or two, anyway.” 

Kon groans, dragging a hand back over his scalp. He looks pained. Tim pretends it’s because Kon thinks he’s an obsessed workaholic, and not because Kon knows him well enough to know how messed up he’d been to actually do that. 

“I was in the middle of a case,” he says like it’s any kind of a defense. “And it was investigative work, not . . . I called Dick in to handle the violent parts, okay?” 

“Small favors,” Kon says, then glances towards Kyra’s crib. “So you’re . . . retired? You hung up the cape?” 

“I’m not Robin anymore,” Tim says. “And I’m not patrolling or running missions. But I can’t–if he ever finds out, if he ever finds her, I can’t be retired. I need to be–ready.”

Kon’s jaw tightens. Tim wishes he’d never had to say that. Wishes the lie had been true. Wishes–

Wishes a lot of things, some for Kon’s sake but most for Kyra’s. 

And one or two for his own. 

“What’s the new codename, then?” Kon asks, still looking at the crib. Tim’s grateful that he’s not . . . Tim’s just grateful. Grateful that this is Kon, and he’s alive, and he’s here, and . . . and that he’s going to let him lie. 

He’s so fucking grateful for that. 

“I haven’t exactly bothered rebranding,” he says with forced levity. “I’m not going out with anyone else and I don’t need a rep. I’m not a vigilante anymore. I just need to be able to handle any problems that might come up.” 

“You know how Jimmy Olsen has a watch with a distress signal custom-tuned for Clark’s superhearing?” Kon says, glancing back at him with a slightly disgruntled expression on his face. “I’m getting you one. I’m getting you five. And think up a name, man. Get yourself a color scheme and a bunch of weirdly-themed gadgets going. There’s a lot of other birds in the world.” 

Kon does have opinions about names, Tim supposes. For obvious reasons. 

That was why naming Kyra after him was the only thing he could’ve done, but also a terrible thing for him to have done. 

He really couldn’t have done anything else, though. He’d had to name her what he would’ve named her, if Kon had really been . . . if she’d really been . . .

He’d had to. 

That’s the best way to lie, after all: use the truth. 

“Okay,” Tim says. He might’ve been annoyed by the watch idea when they were younger. Felt like Kon didn’t think he could handle himself or was overestimating himself. He’s not annoyed now. Now it’s just one more contingency plan. 

He’d do anything for Kyra. Wearing a panic button that Kon would recognize the frequency of is the least of what he’d do for her. 

“Clark’ll help me get something around,” Kon says. “If, uh–especially if he thinks we’re, you know . . . together.” 

“I could make it,” Tim points out. “You don’t need to bother him with it.” 

“Clark knows the best frequencies to use. Plus then we can make sure it’s not gonna sound too much like Jimmy’s too,” Kon says, then flashes him a grin. “Besides, it’s more romantic if I’m the one giving it to you, right?”

“Fuck you,” Tim snorts, rolling his eyes as he shoves him, and Kon laughs and goes with it. Tim doesn’t know how to tell him he’s the best friend he’s ever had; the best friend he ever could have. He doesn’t know how to apologize enough for this. He doesn’t . . . 

Kyra makes a squeaky crooning sound from her crib, and Kon blinks, and–

Oh, Tim thinks, watching Kon’s pupils visibly dilate into pinpricks. Right. He . . . forgot. 

“What the fuck?” Kon says. 

“Some of her vocalizations are . . . like that,” Tim says carefully as Kon stares fixatedly at Kyra’s crib. She squeaks again. “Um–Clark reacted a little weirdly to some of them too, he said they were–” 

Kyra starts her usual melodic babbling, and Kon makes a low rumbling noise in response. Tim–blinks. Kon looks startled too, putting a hand to his chest. 

“Uh,” he says. “That was . . .” 

Kyra starts babbling louder, squealing for attention, and Tim rolls to his feet and heads over to her. She’s already reaching up before he gets to her, and squeaking excitedly for attention. She sounds like a little baby dolphin or something. Clark said there were resonances and undertones to her voice that human ears couldn’t pick up on, too. 

But of course Kon’s not human, is he. 

“Can I . . . hold her?” Kon asks awkwardly, stepping up beside Tim as he plucks Kyra up and staring intently at her. She dolphin-squeaks again. He bites his lip, clearly holding back whatever sound he wants to make in response; clearly holding back from reaching out for her. 

“Let me change her first,” Tim says. Her diaper’s definitely wet, and he doesn’t want her to get uncomfortable. 

“Can you show me how?” Kon asks, still looking a little awkward. “I haven’t been around too many babies, and I kinda just had to, like . . . improvise, the last time I was taking care of one.” 

“Uh–sure?” Tim blinks at him in confusion. “Why do you care, though?” 

“Dude, I’m not gonna be the kind of asshole co-parent who makes the one who got pregnant do all the diaper changes,” Kon says, looking dubious. “You should show me how to feed her, too. She’s on formula, right? It smells kinda like formula in here. And the kitchen did too.” 

“. . . um, okay,” Tim says, and almost bursts into tears on him again. Of course Kon would be like this, the bastard. “She–is, yeah. Clark synthesizes a mix for her in the Fortress. The AI says it’s better for her system than the store-bought stuff, and I had trouble producing enough milk to keep up with her appetite. Plus I kind of needed to get back on my meds as soon as I could anyway, so . . . I mean, they’re supposed to be safe, but I didn’t want to risk it with her physiology.” 

“Good, then I can help feed her,” Kon says. Tim blinks at him again, then just . . . takes Kyra to the changing table. She squeaks louder, clearly offended, and tries to reach for Kon. He trails after them, looking fascinated by her. 

Well . . . Kon’s never seen a Kryptonian baby before, much less heard one, so . . . of course he would be, Tim thinks. Kyra’s only a quarter-Kryptonian, obviously, but genetically . . . genetically, she might as well be half-Kon, and . . . 

And he’s never seen a Kryptonian baby. 

So it makes sense that he’d react strongly, yes. It’d make sense that he’d be a little bit fascinated. Clark had reacted to her too. He’d looked just as startled as Kon had, the first time he’d heard her chirp and squeak for attention, and then just as fascinated. 

Tim still wonders if Kyra’s the first time Clark’s ever fully felt any of the kind of instincts people normally feel, seeing a baby. Like–genetically speaking, he means. Instinctually. She’s seen more of him than Kon ever did, so . . . well, that might just be because they’ve been staying with the Kents, but Martha had mentioned how nice it was to have Clark around so often a few weeks ago, so . . . 

Well. Tim has some suspicions, that’s all. 

He wonders, very briefly–he wonders if he would respond to her like Kon and Clark do, if he ever–if he found out about–

He crushes that thought down into gravel and grinds it into his mental pavement. He doesn’t think about it again. Not at all. 

(Would it be worse if he did or didn’t, though? If he saw her, and was FASCINATED–

Tim stops thinking about it.)

He changes Kyra’s diaper, taking his time a bit so Kon can better observe the process, and Kyra fusses and chirps and screeches through it. Kon stays in a little bit inconveniently close, but Tim doesn’t say anything about it. Kon can do a lot more than just be a little bit inconvenient, after telling him he’d let him lie about this. He’ll deal with having to work around him. 

Kyra screeches louder. Kon makes a thrumming noise low in his throat, and she stops mid-screech and stares up at him intently. Her eyes are a human shade of blue–she got Tim’s eyes and hair, thank fuck, considering there’s no way he ever could’ve sold the alternative as being inherited from Kon–but Clark said there were . . . fractals, he’d described them as. He’d tried to explain, and then tried to draw the pattern, but it’s nothing Tim can see in her eyes for himself. 

But it’s a Kryptonian trait, apparently, so he is very, very grateful he’d chosen the lie he had. Even if the squeaking and chirping hadn’t clued Clark in, if he’d ever met her . . . 

Tim is very, very grateful he chose the lie he had. 

And even more grateful that Kon is willing to help him keep it.

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last update: ( JANUARY 5TH, 2024! ) . . . frequently updated, more to come!

[viejospellejos]

Ethan Suplee, de 'Me llamo Earl', pierde 115 kilos y protagoniza una de las transformaciones más impactantes:

El actor empezó hace años un programa de dieta y ejercicio y comparte a menudo sus progresos a través de Instagram.

El actor se dio a conocer en los noventa gracias a títulos como American History X, Mallrats o, ya en 2000, Titanes: Hicieron historia, aunque el grueso del público lo recuerda por su papel como Randy, el hermano grandote y bobalicón de Earl Hickey (Jason Lee) en la aclamada sitcom Me llamo Earl.

En 2020, contaba gran parte de su viaje en su pódcast American Glutton, y en una entrevista para People en 2022 explicaba que a principios de los 2000, cuando llevaba un año saliendo con su actual mujer, empezó a interesarse "por primera vez por el futuro y por tener experiencias con ella, como pasar un día caminando por un museo, viajar o hacer una caminata, que simplemente no podía hacer físicamente". Comenzó su transformación en 2006, y lo hizo sabiendo "que sería un camino largo".

Son casi veinte años los que han pasado desde aquella decisión, y los resultados, además de evidentes, son realmente impactantes.

Suplee comparte a menudo en sus redes sociales vídeos con sus rutinas de entrenamiento, y se recrea particularmente en hacer comparativas de "el antes y el después".

Fuente: 20minutos

Enviado por: Antonio

[streetcattournament]

Round 6 will begin shortly!

Ty all for your continued support! We're nearing the end of this tournament in the coming weeks!

Here is the list of brackets. Cats without propaganda are in red. Here is the form to submit propaganda.

The Gluttonous Beast vs. Mr. Ears Mr. Excavator vs. Mrs. Kirby Mr. Mlem vs. John Ms. Glare vs. Mr. Fear The Nuggets vs. Little Scraggly Guy Ms. Fluff vs. The Titans

[sepublic]

Hooty, the Titan, and the Archivists?

(Skip to The Timeline heading down below if you just want the backstory I put together.)

All right, so I think Hooty was the one who built the temple, or “Collector’s lair” we see inside of the Titan’s skull. Going off of the assumption that the Titan’s tapeworm is indeed our Hooty and not another of his kind...

Anyone remember these weird demons from Hooty’s Moving Hassle? Probably not; It’s a case of a little demon living in the right eye socket of a bigger demon. Right after giving Eda directions, the bigger demon ensnares his little guy with his tongue to eat him. But what if he wasn’t actually eating him; Just transporting his friend to another part of his body?

If you think of it, these two could be a metaphor for how the Boiling Isles as a whole work; A bunch of smaller little guys, living on a bigger guy’s body and occasionally interacting with him. The main difference being that the Titan is mostly dead, and can’t physically interact with people, just watch and show them glyphs. Hooty’s relationship with the Titan could’ve been similar to these two... And we see this pair in Hooty’s Moving Hassle, an episode that implied deeper lore to Hooty, such as the living legs underneath the Owl House, his reaction to the Moonlight Conjuring, etc.

Then there’s that mural I showed earlier, depicting a tower at the Collector’s lair, with a circular symbol that as @fermented-writers-block (and/or someone else idk) suggested, bears a resemblance to Hooty... So could this be where Hooty emerged from, all the way within the Titan’s eye socket? Did he build this living space while the Titan was alive, or afterwards? 

Likewise, this eye motif becomes even more interesting when we remember Dell’s tower, which the Owl House was built from;

It has the same giant eye window, repurposed... And at the end of the first episode, it even blinks.

Could be a case of early-installment weirdness, but what if this alludes to the window having once been alive? We know the Owl House itself has breathing walls, revealed in, you guessed it, Hooty’s Moving Hassle! If Hooty was a part of the Owl House, who’s to say he wasn’t part of Dell’s tower, before it got converted by Eda? Likewise...

We know Dell visited the ‘mandible’, so presumably the Titan’s jaws. This next bit is more speculative, but if Hooty was left behind in the Titan’s skull, then maybe he scavenged around the area; And teeth are known to have lots of leftover food bits, wonderful for such a voracious creature like Hooty! So maybe Dell found Hooty there, and essentially adopted him; Bringing Hooty with him back to the right arm, where he eventually created a new structure for Hooty to house himself in. Possibly taking the Titan’s right eye and repurposing it as a window...

I mean, if you think about it... Both King and Eda have a dad who’s missing an eye. And Dell would’ve presumably made this trip after losing his eye... Assuming it’s not a return trip, possibly to meet up with his old pal Hooty, or search Hooty’s old home for strange things that might help? So maybe the window is the Titan’s left eye, transformed. 

Continuing onwards, Hooty may seem too small, given his scale relative to the Titan; But so does the Titan’s heart, as is the proposed eye the window would’ve come from. What I think happened is that over time, these leftover bits of the Titan shrank due to a lack of nutrition, for obvious reasons; And Hooty is indeed a very gluttonous creature. Of course, his eating tendencies may have originated prior to the Titan’s death...

We see how Hooty has a tendency to swallow a bunch of stuff to spit out at a later time, when needed. And if he guards the temple where the Collector’s disc was found, perhaps Hooty simply... swallowed it, in order to transport the disc within? He could’ve been used as a way for the Titan to store things inside of her skull, of all places, and then vomit back up afterwards when required.

We know there are multiple Collector discs, there’s one with the Titan Trappers, a second one I theorize was eaten by Hooty, and what appear to be remains of at least one more hovering around the Collector’s prison in the in-between;

However! We must recall that on the doors leading to the skull’s temple (or ‘The Collector’s lair’ as Philip calls it), there are five circular indentations. They may be other places for Hooty to have emerged from, but people speculated they were actually meant for five Collector discs we’ve seen. And, well...

It appears there were five Collectors (or more specifically, one Collector and four Archivists). The fate of the Archivists is not specified; The Collector says ‘They’re not here’ in response to Luz’s death... But keep in mind, this is them just now realizing that death is a thing. So just as they believe and were likely told the Archivists ‘took away’ people who died (not unlike how the living were preserved in scrolls, per their title)... It’s possible they believed the Archivists had simply left, when in reality, they had been wiped out by the Titans in their war, a mutual genocide.

After all, we know Titan magic is able to cancel out that of the Archivists’, so it’s not a stretch to imagine they had a fighting chance; The Archivists did rely on the Titan Trappers for help, so they were clearly aware of their shortcomings. And just as one side made trophies out of remnants of the other...

What if these discs are basically Archivist corpses? That upon death, their bodies reverted into these tiny, glass-like artifacts; And the Titan, OUR Titan, stored them inside of his skull, relying on Hooty to organize the discs for him. Five discs... For five Collectors.

But as we know, the Titan didn’t kill OUR Collector; She spared him. Although she does frame this as an act of passion, committed out of vengeance; So did she want revenge, but still had enough sense to not kill this kid? 

Anyhow, we have this theorized precedent for living things becoming glass discs after death. Perhaps like the Titan���s eye, which Hooty held onto, and later brought with him when Dell invited him into the Owl Tower? Likewise, if these discs are crystallized Archivist corpses, that might explain their connection to the Collector, given they are kin, and there’s still some leftover magic.

This does raise the implications of the Titan Trappers’ disc being shattered. And to be honest... I think it was just broken. There are reasons why Belos wrapped the Collector’s disc in his old cloak; It was him getting rid of a wretched part of his past, and silencing the kid. But the way the Collector’s disc lands, caught on the cloak and not hitting the ground... It makes me wonder if the animators showed it this way, to suggest that if it weren’t for the cloak catching it, the disc would’ve hit the ground and shattered upon impact.

That could be the very simple explanation behind Bill’s disc being broken; Nothing to do with an Archivist being freed, I hope... But if they are alive and out there, perhaps they all escaped their prisons and fled into the cosmos, abandoning the Collector.

So to put things together into a general timeline...!

The Timeline

The Archivists seek to preserve life, converting them into scrolls you can read, hence their name. They travel from planet to planet, with the policy that if the natives resist preservation, they’ve essentially embraced the alternative that is death; So may as well help them get it over with! Hence the genocide as retaliation.

The Archivists eventually spot the Demon Realm, and send in their little kid, the Collector, as a Trojan Horse; Someone who can scout out the place for them, provide intel, and make the Titans think the rest of his kind are trustworthy. The Collector plays with the fellow kids, expresses interest in one egg still waiting to hatch, but isn’t allowed to play just yet. Eventually, the Archivists strike... Only to discover their magic is countered by the Titans’.

Still, they don’t give up; They enlist the help of puny mortal witches (among them Bill), creating the first generation of Titan Trappers to help them. The alliance between Archivists and Titan Trappers succeeds in commencing a brutal genocide; And at some point during this war, one Archivist targets the Owl Beast, and turns it into a scroll. However, they lose the scroll, which ends up in the boiling ocean, drifting for millennia until an unsuspecting trash-cleaner picks it up...

The Archivists use their viscous forms, resembling the darkness of space, to restrain the Titans, so their Titan Trapper allies can land the mortal blow. In response, OUR Titan fights back alongside the others, and one by one, the Archivists fall; Upon death, their magic fades and leaves behind only a little crystalline disc. Our Titan’s parasite, Hooty, swallows and stores them inside of his skull, which has a decorated living quarters he carved out himself! We know from Knock, Knock, Knockin’ on Hooty’s Door that he built an entire underground love tunnel for Luz and Amity... Storing the discs causes Hooty to form a connection with the moon (one that can be invoked during a Moonlight Conjuring), just as the Archivists once had.

As for the Collector, our Titan feels resentful and blames him for the genocide of her people, but doesn’t commit to killing them, despite having five slots, for five Archivists; Instead, she imprisons him in the in-between. Likewise, her egg is kept safe in a hidden Titan nursery, using a glyph (possibly an undiscovered combo, or the glyph of another Titan entirely) to hide it from the Archivists; Jean-Luc is placed as a guardian. 

The war continues, until our Titan is the last one left, but has successfully killed the last Archivist in battle. However, their Titan Trapper allies collect the disc left behind in their death, forcing a wounded Titan to flee, but not before she blows out Bill’s ear drums. She succumbs to her injuries, lying down and mourning the child she left behind; And upon death, her spirit lingers in the in-between, for her heart still beats. Unable to interact with the world of the living, she relies on cubes to see what is going on there, and eventually regrets imprisoning the Collector; But despite her search across millennia, she cannot find the Collector’s prison in this infinite chasm.

Poor Hooty is left behind, and like the Bat Queen, loses his memories over time; Possibly the result of physical trauma like her, and/or time taking a toll on his psychology (Amity states House Demons go crazy after a while). At one point, he captures a Stonesleeper during the Hektaceous period to keep as a pet, hoping to soothe his loneliness; And eventually, leaves the Titan’s eye socket, bored and without purpose. With the Titan’s crystallized eye stored in his stomach, Hooty heads down to the mandible, where some leftover food is there for him to scavenge upon...

Meanwhile, Bill uses the disc the Titan Trappers found to communicate with the Collector. Bill worships the Collector as the Grand Huntsman, recognizing them as kin of the Archivists. The Collector explains only a Titan can free them and expresses interest in the egg they wanted to play with, and Bill interprets the mission to find the Titan’s egg as a continuation of the genocide the Archivists ordered. However, the disc he has is broken, cutting contact with Bill and the Collector. Undeterred, the Titan Trappers eventually locate the Titan’s corpse, but are unable to find her egg and give up, returning home. Every now and then, a Titan Trapper visits the isles for clues.

Even more time passes, witches evolve and spread across the Boiling Isles, etc. Others visit the skull and find the other three discs, but only two are taken away; The witches who find these discs discover they can communicate with an enigmatic entity known as the Collector through them, but ultimately get sick of the kid and shatter their discs. Nevertheless, someone makes note of the Collector’s existence, and their connection to the discs, of which only one is known to be left intact in the skull; Philip Wittebane comes across these notes, which also record how the Collector taught this witch powerful magic.

Inspired, he heads to the skull, only to come across the Stonesleeper that Hooty left behind; Not wanting to risk his own skin, Philip relies on other witches, including Blue Fang, as bait to distract the Stonesleeper, but to no avail. He eventually enlists Luz and Lilith, and they manage to survive long enough for Philip to escape with the final disc. He also kills Hooty’s pet, using its lungs to make the first Grimwalker of Caleb...

Flash forward a few centuries, and Dell visits the mandible, meeting Hooty. He befriends the primordial parasite, who has shrunken over time due to a lack of nutrition; The Titan’s body has decayed quite a bit. Hooty explains how he lives in the area, and found some pretty weird things there that he shows off. Dell takes him back to his home in the right arm, building a tower for Hooty to inhabit, a new house for him to guard, and he places the Titan’s eye as a window. When his daughter Eda is cursed, Dell decides to head back to the mandible, in case there’s something in the area that could help... Until his eye is clawed out by the Owl Beast, that is; Coming back after all this millennia!

Feeling guilt over Dell’s injuries as well as shame by her mother over the curse, Eda moves out of the house, since Lilith has already left for the Emperor’s Coven, so there’s nobody left for her there. She finds Dell’s old tower, meets Hooty, and rebuilds the structure into our titular Owl House... And the rest is history!

[sugarwithsarcasm]

“He’d uh, he’d tell me that the Titan doesn’t favor those who are gluttonous. And that well, basically eating outside of the small portions of food that he permitted me to eat, maybe twice a week, was a way of not only showing devotion to Titan, but…also to him.” Darius grabbed his tea so hard he was surprised when the porcelain handle didn’t crack, “Good Titan, only twice a week?! I remember you always looking a bit malnourished but, well, to be quite frank with the amount of energy your job demanded, I’m surprised you didn’t pass out after an hour running on such little food, let alone…” He trailed off, exasperated.

Vomit had a sour taste to it, regardless of what was being regurgitated, Hunter thought, hunched over the toilet, trying to distract himself from the now routine uncomfortability of throwing up. He tried not to focus on the world spinning around him, the dark shadows of the bathroom crevices taunting him, the harsh cold air scraping against his cold skin. A small stream of sunlight snuck past the purple bathroom curtain, dancing over the left side of Hunter’s face. He was convinced that it was that small sliver of sunlight that tethered him to the realm of consciousness despite his mind drifting farther and farther away from the comfortable, safe reality he had been ever so slowly adjusted to and instead into the terrifying, traumatic memory of Emperor Belos and the castle. 

Just as abruptly as the stream of vomit had started, it ended. The bitter, unpleasant aftertaste of dessert lingering in Hunter’s mouth. As he began brushing his teeth, his body froze. The sound of creaking floorboards, the all too familiar confident yet careful footsteps. Hunter rolled his dark, tired looking eyes, scoffing at his sickly looking reflection in the mirror. It isn’t Emperor Belos, you boneheaded gnat, he chastised to himself, it’s Darius. 

A firm knock came from the other side of the door, “Little Prince? Is everything alright? You’ve been in there for quite some time– wait, please don’t tell me I have influenced you into picking an extensive skincare routine, we only have one bathroom.” 

“Out in a minute.” Hunter slurred, pulling his limp body off the freezing tile floor, wincing at the exuberantly minty toothpaste flavor in his mouth. He groaned as he held his head with one hand, his other hand shaking, clutching the much too cold doorknob.  

Darius was leaning against the beige and royal purple wallpaper in the hallway, inspecting his nails carefully, muttering something as Hunter walked out, his head whipping up when he heard the soft click of the door being pushed into the door frame, letting out a surprised and soft “ oh.” 

Hunter sharply inhaled the frigid, spring air. “I uh, I threw up again.” He squirmed under the pitiful gaze of Darius, sincerely regretting everything that had come in and out of his mouth that day. 

Darius walked close to Hunter and placed a warm hand on his forehead, Hunter closed his eyes and tried to ignore the mumblings and mutterings of Darius and the cold, disappointed gaze he could feel prickling at his frigid skin.

“You feel warm.” Darius sighed, Hunter opened his eyes, peering curiously at Darius’s worried, confused demeanor. “Hunter, this is the third time this week, is there anything you can think of that might be causing these,” He gagged, his eyes darting over to the clay colored chunks in the toilet, “illnesses?” 

Hunter wanted to laugh. There wasn't any food he thought was causing it, only his gluttony. He grimaced as he remembered how he had been stuffing his face with food, his stomach screaming at him to stop but his wounded heart demanding more. The way he ate and ate, shoving the fairy cake he had made in hopes to surprise Darius down his throat, thick tears mixing with crumbs and jams as he ate, hating how he relished in temporary happiness and relief it gave him.    

“No.” Hunter bit his lip, feeling guilty for lying as he saw Darius’s face deflate. 

“Well, no need to fuss about that now I suppose. We’ll figure it out soon enough, I’ll clean the bathroom, get ready for a shower.” Darius gave Hunter a weak smile, clearly disgusted at the thought of having to clean the rancid smelling toilet.  

Hunter paused for a moment, debating if he should confess to being the ‘wild gnome who had eaten all the produce’ last week and ‘the Ashwinder who dropped his lunch in a pond’ the day prior. Instead, the fear of losing the loving, caring safety of Darius and the pure exhaustion that weighed down on him propelled him to grunt and turn towards his room.

His heavy feet dragged across the clean, wooden floors. His body slumped forward, the soldier’s posture he had been conditioned to maintain by Emperor Belos long forgotten. There seemed to be a particularly cruel breeze following Hunter, practically rubbing ice against his shivering frame. Hunter didn’t mind though, it distracted him from the cries and screams coming from his stomach.

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“Hunter,” Hunter’s eyes darted up from his broth, looking up at Darius who took as deep sighed, guilt knotting in his stomach as he noticed the dark, deep circles etched under his clearly frightened eyes, “I know.” Darius took a sip from a cup of his tea. 

Hunter sighed, wrapping himself in the warm, purple blanket Darius had given him after he showered. (and quickly thereafter, Darius, pretending to have benefited from having to shower after rinsing out the vomit stained towels by hand, telling Hunter, “Now I can lounge around all day just like you little prince. This is a great excuse to do an all day intensive skincare routine!”, his eyes twitching as he tried desperately to not make it obvious that he was trying to avoid the growing mountain of paperwork in the table corner.) 

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” Hunter replied dryly, staring down at the brown broth, spinning it with his spoon. 

Darius bit his lip, before making a gagging noise as the acidic tasting face mask he was wearing dripped into his mouth. He was grateful for the distraction from the implications Hunter’s response had. “I got off the phone with the Owl Lady while you were in the shower,” Darius used a napkin, meticulously wiping off the purple goop from his lips, “she…mentioned some similarities between you and an eating behavior of Luz’s.” He set down the napkin, hesitating to speak as he stared at Hunter’s tired, pale face. “There is no food allergy, you’ve been making yourself throw up haven’t you?” 

Hunter sighed, slouching further down, staring at the beige, tile floors. “Yeah,” he bitterly laughed, tightening the blanket around his shoulders, “I was starting to think you’d never catch on.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Darius started cautiously, not continuing until he noticed Hunter jerk his chin up, a mannerism that Darius knew was Hunter’s nonverbal way of communicating that he could go on, he was alright, “is it a body image thing or a he who shall not be named thing?” 

Hunter squirmed in his seat, a pounding feeling in his head making him dizzy. He reached for a cup of water, relishing in how refreshing it felt going down his dry throat. “Belos.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Darius asked, already expecting a certain answer. 

Hunter furrowed his brow, pausing to think for a moment, “Yeah actually.” 

Darius tried his best not to look surprised, masking a smile at evidence of Hunter’s progress by sipping on his tea. “Whenever you're ready, little prince. Don’t worry, there is nothing you can say to me that will make me stop caring for you.” Darius said, attempting to quell one of the biggest anxieties that he knew often held Hunter from communicating his problems with him. 

“The Golden Guard had to be disciplined, and maintain a certain strong physique and well, he thought one of the ways to achieve this was through..well, not letting me eat for most of the time.” Hunter spoke, swirling the vegetable in his broth around with his spoon. “He’d uh, he’d tell me that the Titan doesn’t favor those who are gluttonous. And that well, basically eating outside of the small portions of food that he permitted me to eat, maybe twice a week, was a way of not only showing devotion to Titan, but…also to him.” 

Darius grabbed his tea so hard he was surprised when the porcelain handle didn’t crack, “Good Titan, only twice a week?! I remember you always looking a bit malnourished but, well, to be quite frank with the amount of energy your job demanded, I’m surprised you didn’t pass out after an hour running on such little food, let alone…” He trailed off, exasperated. 

“Well, I uh, I didn’t run on just that.” Hunter smiled, though Darius could immediately tell it was forced, “The kitchen, it was down stairs from my room in the castle, and in the dead of night, when I thought I was going to die of starvation after going such long days without food,” Hunter reasoned as if Darius would’ve been disappointed with him if he didn’t stress his hunger, “I used to sneak down there and…feast. I used to eat. And eat. And eat. The food was so good . The sweet stuff, the salty stuff, the oily stuff, when I was stuffing myself with them I used to feel so– I don’t even know how to describe it uh, in control? Strong? It was just this sense of…comfort, even if it only lasted when I was stuffing my face.” 

“Ah, I see.” Darius muttered to himself, after a moment of awkward silence, “Bingeing.”  

Hunter waited for a moment and against his wishes for the emotional control and discipline that he had from all those years in the castles to stop them, tears dripped down Hunter’s face. “And purging.” Darius’s mouth formed a little ‘oh’. “When I’d come up, I don’t know I was so paranoid that he’d find out. I’d feel so guilty, and disgusted with myself for not being disciplined enough to stop myself. It was so frustrating. This guilt and shame kind of would bubble up in me and make me sick to the point of throwing everything up. And, y’know I know, I know I’m not in the castle anymore and I’m supposed to be safe-” 

“-you are safe.” 

“..right.” Hunter shook his head, “but, I just- I just can’t take my stupid brain off of survival mode. Like, logically, I know! It’s been a long enough time and enough people have told me that Belos, he was wrong about a lot of things! And that I don’t need to starve myself, and then force myself to eat, and then throw it all up! Logically I know, you aren’t Belos, and I don’t need to be so paranoid anymore! And I know all this but…but,” Sobs began overcoming him, snot forming in his nose, “I just can’t. I know, I know it all, I know I’m safe but I just can’t, no matter how hard I try. It’s just- sometimes this whole ‘work on yourself and surround yourself with loved ones to make yourself better’ shtick is just, so hopeless, so worthless. And- and you're trying. I know you are! You’re trying so hard, I- I- know it! Everyone’s trying to help me, but- but I can’t! It’s not you, it’s not anything anyone else did, it’s me.” Hunter sniffled, staring guiltily at Darius' shocked expression, “Maybe I’m not ready to be okay yet. Maybe..maybe I’ll never be.” 

Darius walked around the table, close to Hunter so he could hold him in his arms, “Oh Hunter,” Hunter leaned into his soft shirt, sobbing into it, his shivering frame melting in Darius’s firm one, “first and foremost, I am so proud of you for talking to me. It’s a good step, let’s focus on the good steps okay? You say you can’t, but look at you Hunter, one year ago if I were to ask you if anything was wrong you would either A, get defensive or B, downplay your feelings. But look at you know, you're admitting your feelings, and I know it isn’t easy, but you did it, you can, and I am so proud of you!” Darius cradled the side of Hunter’s face, making sure he could make eye contact with him, “I must be honest with you,” Darius laughed, although Hunter noted it seemed almost unhinged, “I’m- I’m not a therapist, I-  I don’t know the right words to say that could inspire you and- and help you realize that you are an incredibly strong, kind, courageous, perfectly imperfect kid who’s gone through some horrible things, and you didn’t deserve any of it, I don’t know if there are any words. Sometimes, I worry if I’m not, a good enough parent, if- if maybe you’d be better off with Camila or, or the Owl Lady as a parent.” Hunter’s eyes widened in fear. Darius, whose own eyes were starting to spill with tears, quickly rambled on “No! I’m not going to abandon you, nothing could tear you from me little prince, not my own insecurities, not yours, not even death itself. I just, you were open with me and I wanted to be open with you. Little Prince, I love you, with more strength and conviction than the Titan.” 

Hunter seemed to smile at Darius’s rambling, “Yeesh don’t wear yourself out old man,” he gave Darius a toothy grin, his eyes, red rimmed due to crying softening, “I get it, sorry, don’t let my abandonment issues intercept you, it’s just a reflex I swear. You’re a great parent,” He raised a finger and pointed at himself, “it’s me, that’s the problem.” 

“We’re going in circles here now,” Hunter let out a small laugh, Darius chuckling along with him, his purple, gloopy, face stained with tears, “Little prince, what I was meaning to get at, is that I don’t know how to turn off your ‘survival mode’. Some of the scars that Belo- sorry, he left on you will stay for months, years, Titan, there might be some that will be with you on your deathbed, but together, maybe with a bit of communication, maybe I can get some professional help for you and maybe with some more, I don’t know transparency? We can find a way to tend to them, so I can see you happy and living your best life. Will it be easy? No. But hey, I will always try my best to do what’s best to help support you, but I need you to be there with me on this, can you do that?” 

Hunter paused for a moment, thinking. “Yeah, yeah I think I can.”

“That’s the spirit kid,” Darius squeezed him tightly, “Words cannot convey how proud I am of you right now.”

“Yeah yeah, get off of me, your weird face mask stuff is getting all over me.” Hunter swatted Darius’s arm. 

Darius rolled his eyes, “Please, I’ve seen the way you get around that Willow child when I drop you off at school, you’ll be thanking you for having such a beauty savvy guardian in like, a week.” 

Hunter’s face reddened, “Shut up! You're so embarrassing.” 

“Yes well, as much as I would love to be reminded of the painful embarrassment of adolescent love, I’d rather we not discuss it, thank you very much.” Darius smiled playfully at Hunter, getting up and walking back over to grab his cup of tea. His expression softened as he took a sip, “How are you feeling? Do you want medicine? Is the broth too much right now?” 

Hunter’s flustered expression fell to a more solemn one. “I mean, you're a really good chef! Like, it tastes good in general.”

Darius raised an eyebrow, “But?” 

“Well, to me, right now? He shifted in his seat. “It kind of tastes like bile.” 

Darius furrowed his eyebrows, trying to think of the right words to say as he took a sip of his tea, which kind of tasted like bile too. 

[howlingday]

Team JNPR encounter a Red Dragon during a mission, and not just anyRed Dragon, but D&D’s chonkiest boi Themberchaud.

After taking a wrong turn in a cave, thanks to somebody not sharing the map, Team JNPR found themselves on an unusual sight. Seated deep within the caverns below rested a very large, bulbous, hefty, fat dragon with scales as fiery red as lava. Beneath it was a mass of glittering gold and steel.

"Ooh~! Look at that!" Nora cooed, pointing at the dragon.

"Nora, don't point." Ren took her hand with the extended finger down to her side, only for her other hand and finger to take it's place.

"What should we do, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked her leader.

"Well..." Jaune looked to the parchment in his hands. "The map doesn't say anything about passing a dragon to reach the treasure, so we should be completely fine up here, right?"

"Mhm!" Pyrrha nodded.

"I agree." Ren agreed.

"Well, there's just one problem, Jaune."

"What's that, Nora?" He looked to Ren's partner, only to find she was no longer on the cliff above the dragon. In fact, she was sliding down the chain dangling from the cliff to a platform leading to the dragon. "NORA?!"

"Shhhh!" She shushed, already at the bottom of the chain. She then turned and skipped ahead towards certain death while the rest of Team JNPR scrambled to stop her, descending the chain as swiftly as possible.

Ren carefully swung from platform to platform around the chains, reaching the bottom with little effort on his part.

Pyrrha jumped from platform to platform, rolling on each landing to mitigate harm to herself from each great leap.

Jaune undecidedly dismissed the platforms and fell to the ground with a thud. Thankfully, his aura had taken the brunt of the damage. Mostly.

Nora was almost at the gargantuan garnet glutton of a guardian when it began to stir. It's heavy eyelids lazily lifted from their task of obscuring the golden eyes of the massive maroon monster-muncher from observing the trespassing party placed preceding the portly poppy patriarch pigging out.

"Dinner?" Rumbled the tired titan of- "It's not often I get a meal from the surface." The dragon rudely interrupted my alliteration. "And what are the names of my snacks?"

"We're Team JNPR, and we're here to kick your fat butt!" Nora challenged from behind Jaune, whose face paled as if he were staring down death itself. In a way, he was, and death has embers spilling from it's mouth.

"Such insolence!" Snapped the bellowing Wyrmsmith. "I will dine on an appetizer of your screams before consuming the remains of your roasted flesh!"

ROLL FOR INITIATIVE

[bustybounty]

Perona, on a rush of greed, she tries to get a FATTER ass to get even MORE Berri. What she didn't knew is that the candies she has taken have more than a million calories straight to her ass each, and with an strong aphrodisiac that makes her WANT to twerk all day, for pleasure but most importantly... MONEY!~

I don't know too much about One Piece but what I do know, is that she has plenty of nice oufits and knows how to shake her butt

https://x.com/Prevence3/status/1829254704855167171/video/1

She's definitely royalty after all and deserves to eat as many candies as she wants! Even if each candy is packed with a million calories, she'll literally get a jar of them and swallow the whole thing whole if it means growing a bigger butt!

Good thing those candies are obedient and made that princess booty swell, giving it an even larger impact every time she moves, making all those cute outfits strain so so much just to keep those wobbly, fattened up, burgeoning, flourishing, swollen cheeks covered and in place the best it can.

Of course, in her eyes, these nonstop expanding, whale-dwarfing gluttonous glutes are quintessential to being the richest princess, and in relation to that, the BIGGEST too.

Even the giants of the seas have nothing on that ever growing ass that she never stops shaking and clapping for one moment - With so much of her weight going to it - 99.9999% of it, why not shake such a megaton, monolithic butt and get its weight in money?

Her royal twerking shows have become very, VERY well known throughout all of the seas, even if the arenas where she's performing have to be either replaced or rebuilt after each event... Not just because her ass gets too fat to FIT a crowd and herself in said arenas, but also because her quaking thunderclap buttbombs caused by her incessant need to twerk and shake her dumptruck destroy any infrastructure in a radius of miles, not even counting the earthquakes and tsunamis that are provoked by this.

Yet she's still growing. The prospect of getting her weight in Berri only drives her to get more candy, to find more ways to further expand her twerking horizons - speaking of...that ass is really covering the horizon...in fact, it's covering everything in sight! Even the Grand Line!

How is anyone going to find the one piece underneath so many massive layers of obscenely titanic gigatonnes of QUEENLY derriere? <3

[brendakthedonutgirl]

You fat pig, your “roll models” are looking more gigantic with every batch of goals you reblog. I’ve never seen people so large until following your page, let alone in person. As you are now, you would be among the fattest ladies I could hope to even witness first hand. I thought you were perfect 200 pounds ago, you blow my mind with every update you share, now you even hope to rival those blobs like titans amongst us mortals. I would love to see you at your ultimate goal, not your current set number, but your true size that satisfies your gluttonous ambition

🥵🥵🥵🥵

[melishade]

Attack on Prime The Future Anthology: Thanksgiving

Main Story

Dia de los Muertos

StrongArm and Sideswipe I

Strongarm and Sideswipe II

Let's see how fast I can spit this out!

Paradis

"You know it was a real dick move for you to exclude the two of us from that 'Day of the Dead' celebration," Ymir mockingly huffed.

"It would have been nice to actually take a break and see that colorful festival," Historia openly sighed in defeat, "Demands regarding Paradis have been tiring."

"Well...how was the food we brought?" Armin asked.

"Oh, food was great," Ymir declared.

"So spicy, but in a good way," Historia hummed with delight.

"Well, be thankful that we're doing Thanksgiving here!" Jack called out as he continued to stir the pot for the collard greens.

"Taking another piece out of our paycheck, but we want to do something nice for you guys," Rafael sighed as he walked past holding an aluminum tray full of food.

"What's Thanksgiving?" Historia asked.

"It's a holiday on Earth where people get together to eat and be grateful for what we have," Jack explained.

"There's also genocide involved," Rafael added, "It technically shouldn't be celebrated."

"Well we're doing it this year because at the very least, Sasha will be happy to eat a whole turkey!" Jack pointed to Sasha, who's mouth was watering at the sight of the mashed potatoes. Sasha was ready to steal it altogether, but Mikasa quickly grabbed her shirt and pulled her back.

"Why do you all do this to me?!" Sasha whined.

"Because you're a glutton," Ymir crudely replied.

Armin heard the familiar sound of a spacebridge opening up and looked behind him to see Bulkhead and Arcee driving through it. Bulkhead opened his door to let Miko out of his alt mode, while Arcee transformed into her bipedal mode.

"I got good news and bad news!" Miko informed as she opened the trunks and pulled out more trays of food, "Good news! I got the remaining food!"

"Bad news?" Rafael asked.

"No turkey," Miko answered in defeat.

"WHAT?!" Sasha screeched as she bolted over to Miko, "You promised?!"

"Turkey's cheap this year! Everyone's scrambling to get it!" Miko exclaimed.

"So what the hell's gonna be the main dish?!" Jean demanded.

"Well..." Historia trailed off.

"Well what?" Jack asked.

"Do you remember that large boar that you killed before the attack on Trost, Sasha?" Historia addressed her.

"Yeah, why?" Sasha asked.

"Well, apparently there's another one," Historia explained, "Some are speculating that the previous boar had a child, but regardless, the boar got displaced during the Rumbling and has been running rampant in the forest in what used to be Wall Rose."

"We can kill it!" Sasha shot to her feet and grinned with excitement before Bulkhead transformed into his bipedal mode.

"Wait, how big is the boar?" Bulkhead asked, "I don't know if it's safe for you to go hunting it."

"You realize that we've all fought titans, right?" Jean rhetorically asked.

"And I think it would be good for you to not put yourself in danger like that," Bulkhead reasoned.

"I'll go with them to provide back up," Arcee offered.

"Great!" Sasha grinned, "I'll get my gear! Armin, you want to tag along like last time?!"

"Um, I guess," Armin shrugged.

"I wanna join!" Miko volunteered.

"Great!" Sasha declared, "Let's go kill a boar and cook it up!"

"I think that the vegetables in my garden are good now," Mikasa commented, "We could make some stew."

"I'll help you with getting it," Rafael offered.

"Thank you," Mikasa said.

"Anyone else wanna help out with preparations?" Jack spoke up.

"I could go and get pies," Historia offered.

"Probably the easiest thing to get," Ymir agreed, "And the kids seem to be in good hands with Levi and Erwin."

Levi merely passed by all of them in his electric wheelchair, with a few children clinging onto to the chair and laughing with delight. Meanwhile, Erwin was letting children take turns to dangle from his cybernetic arm.

==

Later

"Are you sure you want to pursue this thing?" Arcee asked, surveying the destruction that the beast had caused. The four of them were met with the sight of broken trees and upended soil.

"Pursued one last time," Sasha shrugged, "And Armin and I have our 3D gear.

"I still think this is a terrible idea," Arcee declared.

"Also, wouldn't it be better to use a gun instead of a bow and arrows?" Miko asked as she cocked the rifle in her possession.

"Call me traditional," Sasha shrugged. Suddenly, Sasha winced a little, experiencing a rather sharp headache. She rubbed her eyes to ease the pain, and when she opened them, she gasped at the strange sight.

It...it was just like when she was tracking Mikasa, and when she fought that Decepticon. The energy, the life force of everything, had returned to her vision. Black energy had surrounded the dead trees while green surrounded the living ones. She heard Arcee speaking and looked over at her, and was stunned to see bright blue energy exuding from her body. It looked rather rigid and stiff like a tree. She looked over at Miko and saw a mix of green and pink. Sasha saw jolts of energy poke out from time to time, reminding her of the harsh metal music that Miko plays.

Sasha then turned her attention to Armin, and his was blue...and fluid...like the ocean. It was actually beautiful. Sasha froze when she saw a trail of scarlet red appear in her vision. Her eyes followed the trail, and she saw the pathway go down the animal made trail. She wordlessly drew her bow and followed the energy down the broken trail.

"Okay, I guess we're just jumping in!" Miko exclaimed as she, Arcee, and Armin followed Sasha. As Sasha continued to run, she noticed the hoof prints left in the ground, exuding that same red energy. She noticed brown tufts of hair that got caught in the branches, exuding red energy as well. It was the boar; it had to be.

Sasha slowed in her step when she saw something beyond the clearing, right over the small cliff. She slowed to a stop and peered over the rocks to see the massive boar below. It was bigger, definitely bigger than the last one she had taken down. And it had more scars. She had wondered what Connie would have thought looking at the size of this thing.

Sasha shook her head. There was no time to dwell on that now. Now she needed to get that boar. She drew her bow and aimed it at the boar's head. She took a deep breath and was prepared to fire, but jolted when she heard a loud crunch behind her. She snapped her head back to see the other three frozen in place, with Arcee's pede crushing some wood that Sasha had instinctively avoided.

"Maybe that wasn't too loud?" Armin whispered.

Sasha noticed the energy emanating from the boar grew more restless and violent. It blazed like fire as the boar got on its legs and stood up. It snapped it's head towards Sasha and blew air out of its snout before roaring at her.

"Damn it, Arcee!" Miko yelled at her.

"I'm sorry, okay!" Arcee snapped back.

"BRING IT ON!" Sasha screamed at the boar.

===

Mikasa's home

"Wow, your garden has a variety," Rafael praised as he looked at the basket, "Carrots, potatoes, eggplant? We should have just come to you instead of just buying the ingredients."

"I wasn't even sure I would produce results," Mikasa admitted as she continued digging through the dirt of her garden to pull out another carrot, "I've been focused more on my recovery and rebuilding that I was expecting the garden to die when I started checking on it again."

"Well these look great. You've managed to pull it off," Rafael praised.

"Thanks, Rafael," Mikasa said as she gathered the last of the vegetables and put them in her own basket, "So....do you like Thanksgiving?"

"Why do you ask?" Rafael asked her.

"Well, you....brought up the fact that there was a genocide involved?" Mikasa recalled as she stood up.

Rafael sighed. "Yeah. U.S. History's got a lot of complications with it. Thanksgiving is one of them. And yeah, Thanksgiving is festive now, but...people died because of it. Sorry, I'm just being cynical."

"...I don't think it's wrong to acknowledge what happened," Mikasa agreed, "Our Eldian ancestors committed genocides of their own. I'm sure you have a right to be angry at the lives that were taken back then. It just...seems like the only thing we can do right now is move forward and try to create beauty from the cruelty."

Rafael hummed in agreement. "Maybe one day, it'll get better. Let's go back to party."

===

Arcee trailed the boar from behind while Armin kept his eyes on it from the side. Sasha used her 3D gear to cling to the beast for dear life. Miko, riding atop of Arcee, aimed her rifle at the hide of the boar as it continued running through the forest. She fired at the beast, but shot missed and hit a tree trunk instead.

"Damn it!" Miko swore as she reloaded and aimed her rifle once again. She was about to fire, but yelped when Arcee swerved to avoid some rocks. The shot missed and flew up to the sky instead.

"Arcee, stop swerving!" Miko shouted at her.

"I thought you were training! What happened?!" Arcee snapped at her.

"Jack is a better shot than I am! I'm a brawler! You should know that by now!" Miko yelled at her.

Sasha managed to pull herself on the hide of the boar and clung to the fur for dear life. It really was the same as last time. It was both nostalgic and saddening. She did miss those days. She snapped out of her thoughts and instinctively shut her eyes when more red energy flung outwards and blinded her.

It was too distracting. She needed to gain some distance and shoot it in the head like last time. But...she didn't need to do that. She had Arcee.

"Arcee!" Sasha shouted, "Get in front of the boar to stop it!"

"That's Bulkhead's department! Not mine!" Arcee retorted.

"Just do it!" Sasha screamed.

"Fine!" Arcee screeched to a stop before addressing Miko, "Get off!"

"Aw what?! You're going to make me-!"

"Do it!" Miko yelped and hopped off before Arcee drove forward. She bolted past the boar and stood directly in its path. The boar ran faster, charging directly at her. Arcee crossed her arms to protect her chassis and planted her pedes into the ground. The boar rammed into Arcee, trying to knock her back and use his tusks to throw her, but Arcee stood her ground, her pedes digging into the dirt. She twisted her servos to grab the boar's tusks and lift. Sasha quickly flew off the back of the boar as Arcee threw it high into the air. Sasha looked up to see the boar's underside, and she noticed that there was no energy exuding from the underbelly. It was open. It was a weakness many would dream of exploiting.

Sasha grit her teeth before drawing her bow once more and firing an arrow directly at the boar's stomach. The boar whined in pain, and Sasha noticed the color of the energy surrounding the beast changing. It was slowly fading from red to black. It...it was dying, but it wasn't dead yet! Sasha aimed another arrow and screamed before firing. Her arrow pierced the boar directly through the heart, and the red energy permanently switched from red to black. The boar crashed into the ground while Sasha hooked onto a tree and lowered herself to the ground.

"Sasha, are you okay?!" Armin asked as he landed right next to her. Miko huffed as she finally managed to catch up to them on foot. She gawked at the sight of the dead boar before turning to Sasha.

"You guys really are a different breed," Miko quipped. But Sasha didn't care. Her face broke out into a grin before pumping her fists into the air.

"TWO FOR TWO!" Sasha cheered.

===

Later

"Wow, your garden came out well," Jack praised as Mikasa and Rafael arrived with the vegetables, "If you want, we can get you some seeds from Earth so you can grow fruits."

"Like strawberries?" Mikasa asked rather eagerly.

"Yep." Jack smiled as he tapped the ladle against the pot, "The green beans look done. We can start the table prep. Bummed that we couldn't get a turkey in time."

"Jack, can someone call a spacebridge," Arcee called him through the comm. link.

"Um, sure," Jack spoke in confusion before making that call.

"Bulkhead, we need help," Arcee contacted him as the spacebridge opened, "We managed to kill the boar."

"Wait, really?!" Bulkhead sprinted through the portal.

"So how big do you think the boar is going to be?" Rafael asked.

"When Sasha killed the boar last time, it was able to feed a good portion of Trost," Mikasa recalled.

"Comin' through!" Bulkhead called out as he dragged the boar through the spacebridge. Armin and Arcee merely walked through while Miko and Sasha were standing proudly on top of it.

"We're gonna have a feast tonight!" Miko cheered.

Everyone else could only gawk at the size of the boar.

"We're gonna need a bigger pot," Jack declared.

===

Later

"So...now we're just doing a soup kitchen?!" Fowler exclaimed as he saw a few members of the Survey Corps serving some of the stew they made from the boar to a long line of people on Paradis.

"Gotta give the people something to be thankful for!" Miko grinned as she handed a bowl to another person.

"It was spontaneous," Historia agreed as she handed a bowl to one of the orphans, "But it's nice to give people something to look forward to."

"Although, Sasha is heavily guarding the portion of the boar that we're going to eat for this Thanksgiving Dinner." Ymir pointed to Sasha, who was marching in front of Jack with a bow in arrow in hand. The eldest out of the Jasper Trio was helping prepare the meat while Sasha was ready to shoot anyone that got too close.

"...Do you guys want help?" Fowler asked.

"Yes, please!" Armin pleaded.

===

That night

The Survey Corps gawked at the large table full of food. Mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, stuffing, cranberry sauce, vegetables, it went on.

Jack placed the tray of roasted ham onto the table. "Alright, let's eat!"

The Survey Corps gathered around the table and took their respective seats. Ymir blushed when Historia pulled her seat for her.

"Still a bummer that we couldn't get turkey," Miko commented as she opened a bottle of wine.

"I hope the ham's good," Jack said as he started cutting it up, "Pick and choose what you want."

The Survey Corps quickly and eagerly got what they wanted from the dinner table. Some of them began to cheer as Miko started pouring the wine, happy that they didn't have to deal with drinking laws.

"Cheers, everyone!" Miko yelled as they all touched glasses for a toast. As they all continued to eat, Sasha scarfed down a huge chunk of meat. She paused in her tracks when she noticed the energy had returned. It surrounded everyone in all different colors and shapes, but despite it, the energy shined brighter around them, as if...they were happy.

Sasha blinked and her vision returned to normal. She was tempted to tell someone about this, but refrained from doing so. Maybe it was just her imagination.

(...Look I have been busy this week and reeling! I know this is super rushed! I'm just happy I got it out! Happy Thanksgiving!)

[lostcauses-noregrets]

SnK Final Episode thoughts

A few thoughts about the final episode of SnK now the dust has started to settle.  Although it was the anime that first got me into the series, I’m really a manga first kinda fan, I enjoy the anime, but it’s always been a nice addition for me.  Also, while I was very ambivalent about the ending of the manga and had a LOT of things to say about it at the time, I’ve more or less made my peace with it.  All of which is to say that I went into the final episode without any particular expectations. I was excited to see the series draw to a close, hoped they wouldn’t mess up Levi’s ending, and was curious to see the much touted changes. 

I have to say, I really enjoyed it. The action sequences around the Attack Titan were breathtaking and the rumbling was genuinely horrifying. The pacing was good and it felt a lot shorter than the 90 minute running time. The voice acting was fabulous; Yuki Kaji, Yui Ishikawa, Marina Inoue and Hiroshi Kamiya really knocked it out of the park. 

Jean and Connie were really touching.  I loved the way that they kept harking back to what it meant to be a Scout.  Reiner was fabulous too. I had a lot more sympathy for him by the end of the episode than I’ve had throughout the series.  The expression on his face when Jean said they were all Scouts was really moving. Pieck is my best girl, as always, but I’m afraid I still haven’t warmed to Annie, I guess I never will.  Gabi seemed to be a lot less prominent than I remembered from the manga, but her scenes with Falco and Levi were great.  It’s no secret that I’ve never been fond of Armin, however I thought he came across really well in the episode.  His conversation with Zeke in paths made a lot more sense and was actually really touching,  Kudos to Marina Inoue for her amazing voice acting. 

Levi was perfect in every single frame.  You really got the impression that he was fighting with every last fibre of his being, despite his catastrophic injuries, and of course he never forgot his vow to Erwin.  The moment when he finally killed Zeke was *chef’s kiss*.

Levi’s final salute was absolutely devastating. I completely choked up watching the subbed episode on CR, even though I’d already seen the raw and had been capping the scene all day.  The final image of Erwin and the Wings of Freedom fading into the mist had me in pieces.  The choice of theDOGS as the soundtrack for this scene just added to the pathos as Erwin’s character song, Hope of Mankind, is an arrangement of this track.  

The change to Levi’s ending was very unexpected, but I really liked it.  I’d always wondered how that city at the end of the manga survived unscathed.  It seemed more realistic to see Levi, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco in the refugee encampment.  It’s also fully in keeping with Levi’s compassionate character for him to be contributing to the reconstruction efforts, and of course it all ties in with what we’ve seen of Bad Boy. (It’s also pretty much exactly how I imagined Levi’s post war life in The Permanence of the Young Men.)  Seeing Levi handing out sweets to children who bear such a close resemblance to Ramzi and Halil was really touching.  I’ve seen some people complaining that the lollipop scene was a jarring note of humour that seemed out of place, but I didn’t see it like that.  I interpreted it as Levi remembering children like Ramzi, and perhaps even recalling the trauma of his own childhood.  I’ve seen some interesting discussion on twitter linking Levi’s reaction to the clown in Marley to the few sketchy panels of Bad Boy and suggesting that rather than being pissed at being mistaken for a child, Levi was triggered by something traumatic that happened in his own childhood. Isayama rarely draws anything unintentionally, so we’ll have to wait and see. 

Having said all that...much as I enjoyed the episode, it didn’t change my opinion of the ending (which you can read here if you’re a real glutton for punishment).  I really appreciated the change to Armin’s dialogue when he confronted Eren in Paths.  The scene in the manga where he thanks Eren for becoming a mass murderer for their sakes still leaves a bad taste, so that change was greatly appreciated. I also liked the fact that Armin said they wouldn’t be the heroes Eren wanted them to be, though in actual fact this is the role they take on. The fact that Armin and the others were so quick to forgive Eren still really sticks in my craw, if anything, it was even more jarring in the anime after seeing how hard they had fought to stop him.  The same goes for Armin telling Mikasa to find a good place for Eren to rest quietly.  I’m sorry, but I’m not sure Eren deserves to rest in peace. 

Eren himself was pathetic in every sense of the word, just as he is in the manga, but I think he explains his fucked up rationale a bit more clearly in the anime.  I have seen some criticism that Eren is a poor villain because he lacks any coherent ideology, other than some vague nonsensical notion of “freedom”, but that’s the whole point. Eren isn’t a tragic villain or an evil genius with a masterplan, he really is just a kid who had too much power and didn’t know what to do with it.  

There’s nothing I can really say about Mikasa, she was as dignified and tragic as she is in the manga.  However I thought the connection between the Founder Ymir and Mikasa was, if anything, even more obscure in the anime.  I can’t help wondering what anime only fans make of it. I’m also not sure I liked the way the anime handled the extra scenes at the end. It was quite clever to include them as the credits rolled, but it did rather lessen their impact. I think I’d have preferred to see them full screen. 

I know there’s been a lot of criticism with the way MAPPA animated the characters, particularly in comparison to JJK, but tbh I have little patience with that.  With the notable exception of Levi, SnK has never been a pretty boy anime so the comparison to JJK seems misplaced.  Although I will always prefer WIT’s style, I think MAPPA did a good job of incorporating some of Isayama’s art style in the animation, particularly the exaggerated facial expressions he sometimes draws. 

And finally on to that scene with Erwin.  The level of outrage at the way Erwin was drawn in the scene where Levi recalls his vow was quite something.  I have several Anons in my inbox claiming that MAPPA have a deliberate anti-Erwin bias, which is nonsense.  Admittedly MAPPA’s Erwin does suffer in comparison with WIT’s season 3 Erwin who was magnificent, however even WIT didn’t manage to draw Erwin consistently.  I think some fans have been quick to forget just how wonky Erwin sometimes looked in earlier seasons of the anime.  Also as I said in this post, it’s important to remember that Levi is in the depths of despair when he remembers Erwin at this point, as he has convinced himself that he has failed him.  Erwin always looks beautiful and serene when Levi remembers him; this is the one exception. The bleak expression on Erwin’s face is a reflection of Levi’s state of mind, not some hidden agenda on MAPPA’s part.  If we’d had soft shoujo Erwin in this scene, it wouldn’t really have conveyed Levi’s despair. The fact that we did get a close-up of the most beautiful soft shoujo Erwin at the end is hopefully enough to appease the critics. 

So thems my thoughts. If you’ve had the patience to read to the end of this ramble, thank you.  However you look at it, it's been a wild ride and I'm very grateful to have been along for the trip. One last word for people who are concerned the fandom will die now the season has ended. Don't worry, it won't. It will change, but change is inevitable in fandoms. However the characters and story that Isayama has created are easily compelling enough to capture fans for years to come.