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rueitae · 2 years ago

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Season 2, Episode 7: the crackle goes kiwi caper for @csweekly

AKA, one more week until Stockholm. Get pumped.

This opening is so cool. Love how it’s so seamless from the previous episode. We were promised Moscow and that’s what we get. There is a nice tension to the scene too that Player doubles down on. He’s glad to hear the IDs worked, which means they weren’t sure that they would.

Hello Mr Rhys Darby nice to hear your voice again. I would support your promotion to Faculty.

Dr Bellum has SEVEN uncles. And she hates figures of speech. I love??? These moments?? The Faculty are evil but also silly and completely human. It’s these moments that humanize them. Give them depth.

It is. SO cool to see Shadowsan vs Neal here. Maybe it’s because they’re in disguise, and Neal is an older operative, and they’ve got history, or maybe because it we get to see Carmen and Shadowsan really slickly working together on a caper. Up until now they’ve all been mostly improv. We are in the thick of it now.

Love the sibs getting to work on the warehouse and make it like home. Its productive for them! Look at Ivy’s smile! Zack’s sandwich!

OH yes! Okay Shadowsan is able to confirm for Carmen that Bellum wiped Gray’s mind. I love this moment because team red now has the most complete picture of the whole situation now that Shadowsan’s with them. And Player. Is so funny. He says “fair enough” with his eyes closed, finally surrendering the idea that Crackle is a sleeper agent. Listen, this kid does not like Crackle one bit and this scene just emphasizes it.

Also! Cool that Bellum just always has a project and wants to solve things. She’s a true mad scientist.

The enthusiasm with which Zack looks up to Shadowsan absolutely kills me. Shadowsan never speaks about ninjas in a particularly positive light because that’s what he is, and he knows it’s dark. But Zack puts a positive spin on it. He’s in awe of this man. He wants to learn. ~~he wants a dad~~

Zack. Ivy. nO.

Player what.

WHAT IS THAT GESTURE? Who is gonna sign him (and Carmen and Zack and Ivy) for drama club?

“Player has wicked awesome gamer reflexes” how many rounds of Mario Kart have you lost, Zack? Tell me.

Player offering to use Crackle? Interesting. Must be fully convinced he’s clean then.

Also I appreciate that Carmen says “we can’t pull him back into the game”. Nice little nod to the CS PC games. And that was a 90s Carmen theme too.

But also this episode makes me so mad, just get Player a plane ticket and sell the story to his parents. It’s okay. I’m fine.

The way Gray barely looks at her and is all “you’re late”. Magnificent.

Okay but Shadowsan waiting for the cable guy is an important job.

Okay. Take one moment to appreciate how pretty cool and unique this caper is.

Listen. LISTEN. how funny it would be if “Peter” were actually Player’s legal name. He’s using his legal name as an ALIAS. That's next level crazy. That’s gotta be worth it’s own fic or at least a plot point in one. I’m totally cool with continuing to find fun ways to keep referring to him as Player in fics but this is one instance I might be moved to actually use a non canon name, because there are so many ways to take it.

My “Player has a grudge on Crackle” agenda goes berserk in this episode. They literally talk to each other and have NO idea. My mind is buzzing. Player does it for Carmen but how many times is he thinking about the “my best SCHOOL friend” line. (Not much because he’s comfortable and confident in his friendship but these kids are petty let me live)

So, Gray, what you’re SAYING, is that you wouldn’t mind doing the lighting for Boston.

The way Carmen dances to the music while doing her thing this caper is so cool.

Was. Was Neal the one Black Sheep stole the belt from in her flashback? I wonder that sometimes. It’s so interesting to hear the perspective of an older operative who watched her grow up there.

The panic Player has at the change of plans. Nice show of multitasking too he’s literally typing and not looking.

I love this entire near miss. Bellum, Neal, Gray could have all seen each other so easily this entire part of the episode.

And here’s what I love about Carmen. Between finishing the mission and keeping Gray safe, she doesn’t hesitate.

AH that moment he USES the crackle rod and Carmen is HOLDING her breath if he’ll remember but he doesn’t!

ULTIMATUM!!!! I love a good ultimatum. I don’t think this series has had one yet like this? Like this is super big stakes. I love Bellum. She’s kooky mad scientist who wants to solve problems and the next SECOND she’s like “let’s destroy the rice and starve a whole population” and “let’s cut the power to hospitals and air traffic” like. The others want valuable objects but Bellum’s solo capers are just??? Actual life or death???? It’s chilling. And I just love it when a character is told to surrender or else it’s one of my favorite tropes. VILE is still wanting her alive at this point.

I’m actually fully convinced, that, if given more seasons, there would have been a time travel episode courtesy of Bellum as a nod to the 90a series. This episode further lays the groundwork for her wanting to solve scientific mysteries

Love the parallels to Casablanca here.

Haha. Carmen crashes with her glider two episodes in a row. (I am salivating over next week already)

Carmen is SO relieved that Gray wants to be one of the good guys.

“I do provide a service and it is secret” lol

Player found his bank account lolol not the first time he’s found and tampered with a bank account

VILE never laid eyes in Gray! Player double checking what Carmen wants to do about him, making sure she feels safe since he saw her doing her thief stuff. Carmen’s at peace that he doesn’t remember VILE…

Which ACME is about to COMPLETELY ruin.

Next week, Rue goes feral over the amount of angst and whump in one episode for EVERYONE. But particularly Carmen. I could watch it all day.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #cs liveblog #csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego weekly

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my-fancy-hat · 4 years ago

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Snk ending: first impressions with tons of salt.

Please don't read this if you liked the ending. And if you wanna fight don't read it either because I won't answer shit.

Before I move on from this hellhole, I want to elaborate a simple opinion post (it took longer than I expected lol mb), my first thoughts and rambling as I read the chapter. I been a fan of this series since 2013 tho I never done this before. Be hold.

"It was all to push us away from you, and make us into heroes who saved humanity" So this is the so called Lelouch ending? I’ve never watched Code Geass so I don't have idea. Sounds fair tho.

EIGHTY PERCENT?!?!??? JESUS. Honey this is not okey, there's no room for a redemption at this point, 80% of the wolrd died by your hand how can you ever atone your sins— anyways let's take a walk Armin! there's more to talk about than the almost humanity extintion!

I'm happy that Eren got to see the landscapes they promised to explore one day with Armin, even in this tricky way. About that, everything can be explained by P A T H S, right? even this fake scenearios? Anyways, let's keep walking Armin.

Aha, people came to roast me because I said that maybe Ymir had Stockholm syndrome with Karl Fritz. I was right. This is awful, tragic and degrading as fuck. How is this a parallel to Eren and Mikasa’s relationship? are they trying to romantize a SA and pedo? Hmmmm whatever

You have to excuse me but I laughed out loud bc of this. HOW— HOW HIS ASS KNOWS THAT?? I'm sorry but I would like know this first hand, Ymir has a lot to explain to us, please. Mikasa saved her by showing her selfless-true love to Eren? I get it, but how that does shit to all the massacre and hell site we been reading this past months? One's true love resolves... the circle of hatred and the eldian vs marley issue?!

Eren knew that Mikasa would kill him at the end? That's fucked up.

"My head's gotten all messed up" I feel for him, for the first time he's showing how emotional and psychologically affected the Attack Titan's powers to his mind. I’m happy with this crumbs.

OKAY THIS IS HARD. I'M SHITTING MY PANTS AND I AM ON THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW. THIS. DOES. NOT. MAKE. ANY. SENSE. The dumbest and most unnecessary plot twist of the whole show. "Isayama... why" the only thing I can think about this, I'm out of words. And then Eren has the audacity to guilt trip Reiner lmfao.

And how the fuck Armin can be like "what did you say? oh, that's rough budd" ? uh? h...he..hello?? Ok, you know what, even Armin takes it like nothing, so I will. What the fuck, you can drop a bomb like that and then yeah let's keep walking Armin/Eren my dearest friend! there a loooooooot of more important things to talk about.

Seems like even Isayama can't explain his own character. GUYS c'mon— who cares if Eren manipulated his own predecessors memories, if he's the one who orquestated his parents death, if he killed the royal family and mass murdered his compatriots in Liberio just to use his half-brother for his plan! or if he almost extinted the whole humanity w his friends in between!!!!!!!!!! or if he commited war crimes in all forms and countries at once!! everyone has a day like that?? whatever man take it easy.

I know now why they said that Isayama killed Eren's character, I truly don't get it, my dissapointment is immeasurable, second time the chapter got me speechless for its dumb shit. The champion of the world comedy: Eren "I forgot" Yeager.

Haha! Armin get his ass! I never expect the ending to be this funny.

... it's a bad sigh that your finale feels out of tone like this?

Fr Isayama spend several pages to show Eren being sad horny about Mikasa after dropping TWO BOMBS like nothing? we’ve been here years reading a story about the moral in war, themes as complex as freedom, free will and destiny, for the last chapter taking into the spotlight this; after all that, Mikasa’s love was the most important thing of the story and no one noticed. Listen, I'm okey with Eren being a crybaby he never been this fanon chad, he's still 19, HE'S HUMAN, and like everyone else has his own selfish wishes too and this reaction is in character I know, but this moment feel out of place, not something you should put on your finale.

This is Isayama's logic:

Eren's feelings for Mikasa >>>>>>>>>>>>> Ymir's decision and POV > Eren killing his mother > 80% humanity's extintion.

Showing Armin more concerned about Mikasa than the whole fucking world and Carla's death plot twist is surreal I swear.

It’s getting hard to keep reading this shit bruh.

"I didn't expect something that pathetic" Yeah the "10 years, at least" this is pathetic as fuck.

Hey guys! there it is! the final panel with Eren holding his child with Historia— oh nvm, is just Grisha and Eren, how could we tell this outcome. Damn you Yams, you tricked us!

For real Armin is apologizing Eren's mass murder ass? Thrice this chapter got me speechless. I do not understand, I hope I could, maybe I'm just being hurtful, uhhh... it just got me by surprise. Anyways, I am just gonna drop this here and leave.

"Humanity will be saved by you, Armin" uhm, yeah. Make Erwin’s death worth it Armin.

So the power of the titans dissapeared once Mikasa killed Eren/The Founder, and the hallucigenia is now vanishing as well, ehhh... I guess? I guess it makes sense bc it was some kind of parasyte and its host (the founder) is already dead so, yeah.

What will happen with the Path Realm tho

I knew the crew wouldn't fuck up at the end, and now they're free of the 13 years course! Finally, Reiner can commit suicide without those annoying regenerative abilities.

So Eren created a mini-world/vision/memory for every person who was important to him? as a way to say them goodbye? ouch. I cried hard bout this. Still kinda hard to comprehend if you don’t have a close hold of the storytelling and chronological events.

I'm happy to confirm that Annie was dear to him as well. I knew it.

Even Eren confirmed that Connie's mom turned back into human! Aw, oh my god... Annie and Connie's panel caught me flying low. I'm so glad.

Sasha’s last goodbye to Jean and Connie? man.

Speaking about hugs, look at them!! My little wiwis, they're well and safe. Falco's hug was so powerful full of emotion and terderness that Gabi couldn't stand in two feet. Beautiful, I am so happy for them plus Connie and Jean's hug in the background, gives me 10+ years of lifespan.

The veterans got the best clousure of the entire cast, without doubt. Levi's conclusion is really satisfactory, even when I had my issues with his role post-timeskip. I'm okey with it, 50/50.

How in the fuck Mikasa gonna arrive to Paradis if the rumbling flattened all the cities and land transport? when she get there Eren's head will already got eaten by worms.

They paralled Trost arc — Armin's speech to the garrison officer. You could at least been more original, refrito.

Armin is gonna proclaim himself Eren's death? when in fact it was a woman who did it?? Hmmm if it means protecting Mikasa’s safety I can do that.

Historia's pregnancy subplot didn't make any sense more than the opportunity to keep Zeke alive. This feels so out of character, the audacity of the woman celebrating in the same day the wolrd almost ended the birthday of her daughter like nothing. The fact that she's holding her child right now is proof she was an accomplice of this genocide, idk how she can even... live with that, after knowing that she could have prevented this, but she chose to shut tf up and put that gloomy ass face of hers in the damn rocking chair this whole time. This portion of the story only served to rot the fanbase into ship wars and be a coccun of hidden neo-nazis. I don’t want to be part of that.

At least Historia got a good malewife, that's very girlboss of her.

I hope his daughter is named Ymir, let me headcannon (cope) in peace.

Look at those ugly ass uniforms. Floch would have loved them.

RICO??!!

I hope Sasha's family + Niccolo are packing out of Paradis, I would refuse to share the same air with yeagerist rambling and screaming imperialism nonesense.

Kiyomi is living in Paradis now? Good! Now Mikasa has more relatives to be with than Eren's severed head.

Isayama, are you fr? this is how you put at end of your favorite character's arc? with a lame ass joke? AGAIN, are you fr? cmon, the last chapters Reiner was shown as a feral fighting 20 titan shifters at once, to end up sniffing Historia's letter, what is this. I hope this is part of the treatment for his PTSD. Reiner, my beloved, you deserve better.

Eren, now Reiner, basically the entire cast except for... maybe Annie, Gabi, Falso, Jean and Connie, to the trashcan.

Not Annie’s karen new haircut...

Connie looking good with long hair!

So Levi is living in the continent now, nice! the wheelchair pushed by teen!Falco and Gabi warms my heart.

Falco is a cuter version of Colt. I wanna kiss his forehead.

Onyanko looking fresh as always, king. Btw his homeland got caught by the rumbling???

Then Isayama said: Mikasa's life ended with Eren's life, bc it seems that since Eren died she's been all ALONE, WITHOUT THE COMPANY OF HER FRIENDS. IS IT NECESSARY TO LEAVE HER LIKE THAT FOR THREE YEARS AND WHO KNOWS MANY MORE? Why should Mikasa be alone, separated from the rest of the world who are also important to her? I hope that she has contact with Kiyomi at least! Mikasa deserves a life too, ugh. Love female characters in shonen manga, they represent us 300% accurately.

I hate to see it, her crying without no ones emotional support, no one is there for her. What the fuck.

COPPING REALLY HARD HERE but, I love the symbolism that Eren, the kid who dreamed to be the most free person in the world, is now a bird who flies free for the sky. You're free now. Tho the symbolism was already too in the face to reinforce it with Mikasa’s “Eren, thank you blahblah”. Anyways.

And the place where all started with Eren and Mikasa, this story ended. Sobbing.

Conclusions:

This finale does not answer shit. I ended up more confused than anything.

The series ended for me in ch 123. Then when Zeke died.

I laughed way more than I expected. Laughing for not crying.

Years of "Eren is the best anime protagonist of all time" jinxed it. Thanks.

Mikasa has depression now. She needs her friends to be with her more than ever. As you wanted Eren! she's definitely not thinking bout you every second of her life! 10 years AT-LEAST!

Armin has functional brain cells when its only convenient for the moment.

Reiner sniffing Historia's letter killed my grandma.

The world is still fucked up but they all trying their best.

I really loved Ymir's quality panels this last chapter. She, the founder, the person who made this universe possible, getting to see her complex and fundamental POV and decisions who lead us to this point? amazing. I hope she's doing good wherever she is rn... what happened with the path realm? oh, who cares.

Gabi, Falco and Connie are the only ones with a good/satisfactory ending.

Armin’s behavior toward Eren’s doings and Carla’s death plot-twist were my last straw.

Levi 👍

#i would rate it with a 6.5/10 #snk 139 #aot 139 #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #attack on titan #snk #i'm free #gotta see what berserk has to offer me

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theriverpersonshadow · 4 years ago

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Lamia Drama Part 10

DND PLANNING IS HERE AT LAST. >:D

I don’t think there’s anything impenetrable to non-DnD fans here... But here’s some basics on the classes anyways:

Monks are fast and good at fist to fist fighting, barbarians are tanky berserkers, sorcerers have inborn magic, druids have nature magic, clerics have god-granted magic, warlocks make pacts with patrons, fighters just got good with weapons and standard melee fighting.

Again, I’ll tag and link properly later, gotta go get foooood. But nothing majorly angsty anyways.

Previous Beginning Next

Keith took a deep breath as everyone settled around the table, hands stuffed firmly in his pockets. A mixture of excitement and nerves were bunched up inside his soul and he hoped Alex couldn’t feel it, though she seemed genuinely clueless so far. Either that, or a far better roleplayer than he anticipated. The tip of his tail was sweeping back and forth on the floor as he scratched lightly at the insides of his pockets, desperate to find some way to dissipate some of his energy. Still, he wasn’t going to start until everyone was settled in.

It was a round table, easy to see everyone. Keith had offered Alex a spot on his left. Oozy was sitting on her left, then Nikolai, then Liam, then Hux, then Keith. Trousle had claimed the middle of the table.

Most had already gotten their drinks ready, but Hux was buying some chips from the vending machine… Or rather, he was convincing Nikolai to buy him chips from the vending machine, given that he was the one who actually had a paycheck. Alex had bought herself a tea from the vending machine and Liam had prepared his “Health Potion” which was really just an extra-sour red cherry slushy. Also…

“I’ve brought you all some snacks, no need to thank me,” Liam said, plopping a Tupperware full of chocolate and peanut butter no-bake cookies on the table. He crossed his arms and smirked, head held high.

Alex did a double-take, looking at her bag, “When did you…?!”

Keith stifled a laugh, “Liam, no.” He was pretty sure Alex intended to share those anyways, and his own mouth was already watering, but still.

“Liam yes!” Liam said, cackling dramatically.

Hux already had a cookie in his mouth.

Nikolai lightly swatted him, “Ask first…”

“What,” Hux said through a mouthful of cookie. “They’re to share.”

“I mean, yes… Go ahead, but not gonna lie, I’ll probably eat way too many by myself,” Alex said, grabbing a cookie.

“See?” Hux said.

Nikolai rolled his eyes and politely took one – he didn’t care much for sweets, but wouldn’t turn it down. He gave one of the smaller globs to Trousle, and Keith took that as a go-ahead. It practically melted in his mouth, cocoa and peanut butter melting into a sweet cream as the oats gave it just enough weight to count as solid matter. It was deliciously rich, not over-sweet, but still very much a dessert. He was tempted to reach for another, but maybe he should hold back…

Well Alex has already gotten a plate and taken four, so no reason he can’t have another…

“How did you do that by the way? I didn’t even hear the zipper,” Alex said, looking to Liam.

“A great hunter never reveals his secrets~”

“He’s sneaky, you have to watch out for him,” Nikolai said. “But speaking of which, I was actually thinking of trying out a rogue…”

“Daaaang. Playing against type?” Hux said. “Ain’t like you to be anything but a healer.”

Nikolai shrugged, “I figured I’d give it a try.”

“Respect,” Hux said. “That said, I’m making a Totem Barbarian.”

Trousle rolled his eyes, “You never play anything else!”

“It works, don’t it?”

“It’s boring!”

“I have to agree,” Liam said. “It’s like you’re just playing the same person every time…”

Keith decided to cut in before this could get ugly, “Let him play what he wants.” If Hux wanted to play the same character with a name change, then let him. It’s a game, might as well have fun with it.

“Thank you,” Hux said.

“Alex, what’re you thinking?” Keith said.

“I mean, I’ve got a lot of characters I could maybe use? Do you have a setting in mind, or…?”

“Go nuts dude,” Keith said. “As long as it ain’t completely broken, I’m down for most things.”

Alex’s face lit up. “In that case… Gimme a minute here.” She pulled a notebook from her bag and started scribbling furiously, making little bullet points, rambling in words, all sorts of things. It was a chaotic, disorganized mess, and Keith could absolutely feel the excitement pouring off of her, making it even harder to sit still. Apparently she felt the same, her foot was shaking a mile a minute, and any time she wasn’t writing, her pencil tapped against the page.

Trousle slithered over, peaking at her notes, and Liam leaned over smiling like a cat with a canary. They were probably happy to have another roleplayer at the table.

Hux, however, was glaring at Alex’s foot, “Can… can you not? Like, that’s kinda distracting.”

“Hmm?” Alex said. “Ah… sorry. Which part?”

“Stop shaking your damn foot.”

Alex nodded, crossing her legs. Keith bit his tongue – it was a reasonable request, but he was tempted to hiss at Hux. He dug his claws into the insides of his hoodie instead, feeing the fabric catch and finding the little hole he’d worn in his left pocket. It didn’t feel like enough, he wanted to move, wanted to do something to let out some of this pent up energy – since when did he have this much anyways?

Alex started rocking in her chair, making it clack as it hit the floor – it was off balance – and some of his anxiousness subsided as he listened to the steady rhythm of clacking.

“… dude,” Hux said. “That’s not any better! That’s actively worse!”

Keith was tempted to tell him to shove it up his ass, but thankfully Nikolai spoke first, “Just let her. No one else is bothered, are you?”

“Nope,” Keith said.

Trousle and Liam shook their heads.

“Fine…”

“Do you want me to do this somewhere else?” Alex said.

“Yer fine,” Keith said. “Whatcha thinking about anyways?” Change the topic…

She perked up a little at that, looking over her notes, “I was thinking maybe a warlock contracted out by the Fey? That seems kinda obvious though, so I figured, why does it have to be a warlock? I’ve already made a lot of those anyways.

“So, like… Here’s another idea. Maybe my character got traded away as a kid? Like a changeling sort of thing! They’ve lived with the fey for a lot of their life, but didn’t have the magic they did since they’re just a normal human. But they’ve had some opportunity to learn since, y’know, they’ve lived in fae realms. I’m thinking maybe the magic infected them somehow and they ended up a wild magic sorcerer? Or maybe got CURSED and ended up a sorcerer! And maybe they’ll meet the person who replaced them one day, and they’re used to contracts and stuff, and, uh…

“It’s still kind of rough. I put this together in, like, five minutes guys.”

“I think I can work with this…” Liam purred. “I want to play the changeling that replaced her character in the mortal realm.”

“OH THAT’S REALLY COOL!” Alex squealed, bouncing in her seat.

“Dude, you can’t have all the fae abilities, y’know that, right?” Keith said. He tended towards rule of fun, but there still had to be SOME boundaries…

“I’d be disappointed if you did! At least, not right off the bat. My character’s been raised as human and only knows of the mortal realm. Perhaps a fighter… With shades of sorcerer. We can work it out.”

“I like it! I might change my class though, is that okay?” Alex said. “I’m not really sure which to use for this…”

“Can I be a fairy companion? Maybe I was sent to watch over Liam’s character and that’s how he started finding out about his heritage? Or to protect him? Maybe he’s important!” Trousle said. “I can take healer and support! Maybe a cleric? Or a druid! Yeah! A druid!”

Keith grinned, these guys were putting it all together themselves! “Y’know what, go for it!” This was practically writing itself…

“In this case… I think I’ll play a rogue who specializes in shady political dealings. Particularly fey contracts,” Nikolai said.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

“I, uh… I work for Nikolai’s dude. Contracted barbarian, I guess,” Hux said. Roleplay was never his strong suit.

Keith nodded, “I’ll get to drafting stuff…. And Oozy?”

… Oozy yawned, waking up from a half-doze. “Hmm? Oh… sorry. Yeah, I made one while you guys were talking.” He slid a character sheet over.

Keith raised the ridge of his eye-socket, “A gnome monk?”

“Yep. It’s gonna be terrible.” He grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. “Or more accurately… A G’nome G’ninja.”

“Pffft. Perfect,” Keith said.

Looks like they had a campaign.

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whatissleepeven · 4 years ago

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I -

I can't stop thinking about it -

About what, you ask?

An Obey Me! and Fate/Grand Order crossover

(Warning: Long post ahead!)

Either the bois get summoned to Chaldea or they're able to summon Servants themselves

(...I'm leaning towards the first)

The tomfoolery! The shenanigans!

Imagine: Humanity's Last Master (aka you) ends up summoning them as they trek through Rome with Mash and the Servants they already summoned

They set up the summoning circle, but one minor mistake is made and the summoning glow looks a bit darker than usual and BOOM

"S-...Senpai...is this normal?"

You have no idea what's normal or not, I mean you're time travelling to save your people for fucks sake -

"Servant of the Rider Class. My True Name is Lucifer. Do not expect me to cater to your every whim."

...Wait he's a what now??

They were not supposed to have this whole "Class" thing designated to them (it's not how demonic summoning works he swears), and yet they do for some reason

(You can tell I had fun thinking of their Classes)

The introductions are...cold, to say the least

"Saber Class Servant, and none other than The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed! I got better things to be doing, so don't go calling me whenever ya want, got it?!"

"Lancer Class...Leviathan. I have an mmorpg raid coming up, so I can't stick around."

"Berserker Class. My name is Satan. What? Are you surprised that I seem calm for a Berserker? It's quite alright; I get that reaction often enough. A word of advice: Be careful what you wish for."

"My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me Asmo darling! I'm a Caster, which is good. I can't mess up the work done on my nails and hair!"

"Hm...Oh? Sorry, I was thinking about lunch. Servant Class: Ruler. I'm Beelzebub, but most people call me Beel. Do you have any snacks on you?"

"Servant Class: Avenger. My name is Belphegor, but I doubt you'll be alive long enough to remember that. I won't do your dirty work for you, human."

You are just...done at that point. You are literally carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and their attitudes are not helping

"Yeah, yeah, here's the gist: there's a war going on and we're trying to save the planet. The future's been incinerated, and it's our job to fix what went wrong. I don't have time for your uncooperation; get on board."

(Mash is worried for your mental health)

It takes some time, but they do manage to open up to you

The main catalyst for this is when they heard you talking to Robin Hood, who was summoned in France

"Say, Master...I gotta ask: Why are you doing this?"

You pause what you're doing, shooting him an incredulous look. "You mean saving the world?" You ask in return.

He shrugs, tilting his head forward in a slight nod. "Yeah. There's other people who could do this, aren't there?"

"There isn't." The brothers hear you say firmly. Beel almost went in because he wanted a snack, but the others held him back; the conversation had peaked their interest, and they wanted to hear what you had to say.

"Robin..." Your voice comes out strained, as if you were barely holding yourself together. "I watched innocent people die in front of me. Good people. The world outside is gone. I can't even go see my family, because they're dead. I'm not expecting you to understand, but it hurts so bad that somedays I don't feel like getting up. If I die, it's all over; humanity's done. I'll never be able to see my family's smiles again, I'll never be able to hear their laughter; I'll...I'll never be able to go back home.

"So, instead of asking why I'm doing this, you should be asking "How far are you willing to go?" instead."

Robin is silent for a while. Mammon shifts on his feet. The Green Archer finally speaks, somber but curious tone filling the air. "And? What's the verdict, Master?"

Your voice has a tone of finality to it that shoots them back to the past, back towards the Celestial War. It's final, but it's tired. "Whatever it takes."

(And, so, the brothers come to understand and even sympathize with your situation a little bit. You had to fight for the sake of others without rest, you were a leader, you were a savior, but most of all...you were alone. And something about that didn't sit right with them.)

They would fit in perfectly with Chaldea's dynamics, actually

Mammon has a gold sword he lovingly calls Goldie (yes it changes into his beloved credit card)

His Noble Phantasm is literally him raising his sword and mountains of Grimm burying his opponents from the sky as he cackles out:

"Don't worry, I'll take all that money off ya hands!"

Or, in a proud declaration:

"My sword is my love, and my love is my sin. I'll take all that you have on ya! STULTUS IN AVARITA!!"

(Translates (from Google) to "Greed of the Fool")

(It also gives you an increased drop rate in materials)

Leviathan's weapon is his trident

He's surprised that he wasn't summoned as a Rider, once he got used to the "Class" thing (which was fairly quick, he's seen an anime like this before). I mean, he has a giant snake named Henry 1.0 and Lothan that he would've loved to fight side by side with

He usually doesn't fight, but he proves to be invaluable in Okeanos since he has knowledge on war strategies at sea

His Noble Phantasm is a bit strange, but endearing (sad). He rushes forward with his trident glowing, saying either:

"I can't get the latest Ruri-chan merch because you blew up the world...I won't forgive you. I can't forgive you!"

Or, in a somber tone:

"Even though it's fun, a gamer's life becomes stifling if you keep playing by yourself. I hope you're watching, (Y/N)! EX SOLA INVIDIA!!"

(Translates (from Google) to "Envy of the Lonely")

(Chance of Death increases with Overcharge, and it hits a single enemy)

Satan? Even though he's a Berserker, he behaves more like a Caster (initially)

He's holding a book that shoots out beams of pure energy at his opponents

His Noble Phantasm is...more violent

"Ah, so you've decided to call upon my Noble Phantasm...don't blame me if it's too much for you."

Or, he begins in a deathly calm voice:

"I am me; that's all I need to be. I know this, so why...? Why does this happen? TELL ME! "

He discards his books altogether, grabbing a single enemy with his bare hands and ripping them to shreds.

Asmo’s skill is charming his enemy, which confuses most people since you’d think it’d be his Noble Phantasm

Instead, it boosts his allies’ attacks and NP by 30%

“Don’t get too hurt out there~!”

Beel’s Noble Phantasm heals all allies and increases their attack

“We can’t fight on an empty stomach.”

(Once he hits his last Ascension, your party gets the added bonus of him attacking a single enemy with a lance. All other Ascensions has him using his fists for attacks.)

Belphie’s Noble Phantasm is almost as violent as Satan’s, and yes...he chokes out a single enemy out (rip MC)

“HA! You think I’d work with the likes of you, a lowly human? Get out of my sight.”

It’s Instant Death, unless Evasion or Invincibility is activated

Lucifer’s pride is a bit wounded. He’s a Rider, of all things??

(...He eventually gets used to it though)

His Noble Phantasm is him literally mounting Cerberus and raising his spear towards the heavens, looking as radiant as the days before the Fall

“It seems drastic times call for drastic measures. Cerberus, I trust you to handle things here.”

And Cerberus runs forth, either chomping the enemy in two or breathing fire at them and turning them into ash. (It hits everyone)

Satan and Jekyll hang out a lot because, well...they’re a lot alike

Mammon can and will do stupid shit with the Cu Squad and you cannot change my mind

One time he teamed up with Cascu to steal the other Cu’s spears (Mammon wanted to sell them on Akuzon), and well...half of Chaldea is still in repair to this day

Merlin of all Servants is the one to look after Belphie and Beel

They usually hang out in the garden Robin tends to, Asterios occasionally joining them while bringing both food and Euryale

Asmo frequently visits Medea, dragging Medusa into their group

(Dantes grows fond of Beel overtime, I mean Beel is just so pure there’s no way you couldn’t like him)

Lucifer and EMIYA butt heads at first, but they end up becoming friends despite that

Lucifer admires EMIYA’s skill to keep up with Servants who have a black hole for a stomach, and EMIYA admires Lucifer’s skill to round up his brothers effortlessly when the need to arises (or so he thinks, because he does not know about the Hate Lucifer Club which is run by Satan and Belphie).

Levi and Fran have a pure kind of friendship that must be protected at all costs

He shows her new animes and games, and even though she’s confused most of the time she never fails to listen to his ramblings, nodding whenit was appropriate

BONUS: Undateables (+ Luke)!

Solomon’s situation is...peculiar.

He’s not a Servant, but he behaves like one??

(He’s actually a mage that helps you on your journey to save humanity)

Unlike Da Vinci, he’s able to accompany you to the Singularities (free of charge, too!)

Once he sees the other Solomon, all he says is “I see...interesting.”

(Ngl he probably figured out everything by the time you all went to Okeanos)

Asmo also drags him into his group (consisting of Medea and Medusa), offering to paint his nails as they talk about anything and everything

Simeon is a Lancer and you can’t change my mind

He’s more of a buffer for your team, like Asmo. His skills are primarily healing, and his NP saps the health of an opponent while healing someone other than himself with that health (he cannot heal himself)

He gets along great with Karna!! The two are so nice and kind that it hurts to look at them both for too long

Solomon tells him about the gossip Asmo has on the other Servants. He always listens with an amused look on his face.

Luke is a smol Caster, but he will not hesitate to break your kneecaps

He, too, is a buffer for your team

“I’ll defend you from those demons, (Y/N)!”

His Noble Phantasm heals all allies, restoring their health by 20%

He bakes with Fsn Cu at night, having Proto Cu and Robin Hood try out his sweets. Beel is there 10/10 times, eating any failures or rejects

Diavolo is Ruler Class because he is literally the Ruler of Hell

Surprisingly (to you, at first), he’s the one who always asks to accompany you. He’s very open and considerate, wanting to help wherever and whenever he can

“The Human Realm is essential if we are to establish harmony between the three Realms. Without it there...angels and demons would fight each other for eternity.”

He tells you about his ideas for an exchange program and you offer him input

His Noble Phantasm is applying Invincibility to two allies for 3 turns after dealing heavy damage to a single enemy (cannot apply Invincibility to himself)

He likes to talk with Caster Gil and Archer Gil about their past, going to Ko Gil on occasion. He helps look after the child Servants, and he can often be found reading bedtime stories to them

(Everyone was scared of him at first once they found out who he was, so he usually held off revealing his True Identity)

Barbatos, at first glance, seems like an Archer...but in reality is an Assassin

(HE CONTROLS TIME FOR F*S SAKE)

His Noble Phantasm, depending on the enemy selected, can revive a fallen ally and add them to the Sub Team

(This is only if the enemy that killed the ally is selected)

This stuns him for 3 turns no matter what

He likes to chat with the Tamamo that helps EMIYA in the kitchen. How the two are communicating without issues is up to anyone’s guess

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Memories - Bruno Buccellati x Fem!Reader

"Hey, everyone, it's so nice to see you! This is Giorno Giovanna, our newest team member...Well, more like our new little brother, anyway. So please, treat him well since he's one of us now." I smile kindly at the 4 boys seated at our usual round table at the restaurant, as I help the blond boy in a protective side hug. "Mr. Buccellati, Miss Fiore, there's an old lady looking for you." the waiter got our attention. "Thank you for telling us, Mr. Lorenzo! Now, boys, please play nice and make sure you don't make trouble for anyone, okay? Also, Fugo, dear, thank you for having the patience to help Narancia with his homework, I really appreciate you doing it in my stead!" I clap my hands together in appreciation and hook my hand to Bruno's arm, going outside.

~~~

"Man...I don't get how she can be so kind to everyone." Mista sighed, leaning on the table. "She's always been like that, right? I mean, has anyone seen her angry? At all? Even a bit?" Narancia asked, ruffling his hair. "You can't tell when she's angry, can you? I mean, she hides it incredibly well...But I gotta tell you, the ones who hide their anger so well are actually the scariest. And yeah, I mean scarier than Fugo when he has one of his episodes." Abbacchio shrugged, looking away from the new kid. "I...I don't think I want to see Miss Katrina angry again. Remember that day, Abbacchio? I can't even remember why she was so angry, but she destroyed the whole house." Fugo could feel a drop of sweat run down his face, remembering that time. “Or the time when someone hurt Bruno so badly that she thought he died, and went berserk and burnt the whole forest?” Mista shuddered softly, remembering that accident. “Or the time when she was super tired and we wouldn’t shut up and she started throwing knives at us...Urgh, that really hurt.” Narancia bit his lip, looking down. "If you want to find something out, either ask her directly, or Buccellati, though I doubt he'd actually disclose any personal information on her. They've been together for a long time. They're very protective of each other...And it doesn't help that they act like everyone's parents." Abbacchio rolled his eyes, but the ghost of a smile betrayed his true feelings. "Come to think of it, Buccellati mentioned that she is very fragile, right? And to be careful when around her, so we won’t hurt her, right? Something to do with her past and how unstable she used to be. Well...It's not like I can say anything about that, considering how I am. Or the fact that she's always been patient with me despite everything." Fugo put his hand to his face, pondering. "Yeah...Same here...Hey, why don't we ask Bruno tonight? I mean, we’ve got a new kid here, we can just say that he wants to find out more about us, right?” Narancia got up from his chair with a victorious fist-pump. “That’s...Actually not the worst idea you’ve had so far, Narancia. What do you guy say?” Mista snapped his fingers in realisation. “Hmm...I suppose it could work. Well then, new kid, this will be our first mission as a team. Are you in?” Abbacchio smirked at Giorno, who merely nodded. “If it won’t hurt anyone from the team, then I’m in, yes.” he declared simply. “Then, it’s settled! And even better, we have a team gathering tonight anyway. This should go well!” Mista smirked in victory.

~~~

“Can you believe it, Bruno? Hitting your own mother...Honestly...I’d have killed him with my own hands if that were my child. Poor woman...” I sighed, looking down, sad at what I had witnessed. “It’s all because of drugs...Honestly...It just never ends...” Bruno’s distress was obvious on his face. “Bruno...Look at me.” I stop abruptly, putting my hands on his tanned visage, making him look down at me. “We WILL do the right thing. Give it time, I’m sure things will turn out the way we want them to, okay? I promise.” I kiss his lips softly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Yeah...We will...Thank you, amore. I was blinded by rage for a second, but you have opened my eyes. Let’s go to the others, we need to have a meeting tonight at our base.” he put his arm around my waist, kissing my temple before we went inside the restaurant, where surprisingly, everyone was behaving...Normally. “Hope we didn’t make you wait for too long. Come on, we should head to the base. Hope you enjoyed the food here.” I smiled at the gently, signing for them to follow us.

It didn’t take long for us to get to the headquarters and make ourselves at home in the living room, everyone taking the spot they were so used to, except for Giorno, who was rather awkward. “Giorno, dear, why don’t you stay in the armchair there? It’s pretty comfy, I promise.” I pat his shoulder, offering him my spot. “I’ll go make some tea and coffee, okay? You go on without me, I promise I won’t be too long!” I winked at them, before going to the kitchen and making everything.

~~~

“I can sense that you’re restless, for some reason. Did anything happen?” Bruno asked, intertwining his fingers together, putting them under his chin. “Well...You see, Buccellati...The new kid said he kinda wants to know more about us, since Kat keeps saying we’re a family and all, and he says he wants to be part of it. Y’know, since she acts so much like everyone’s mum, I guess it’s no surprise. We were all like that, huh?” Mista was the first one to speak, putting poor Giorno ahead to take the blame. “Hmmm...I see...Well, I guess it can’t be helped. It is what she would want, after all. What do you want to know?” Bruno asked, leaning back on his armchair. “That’s...Actually quite the question, Buccellati. We don’t know anything about her, do we? She’s the only one who kept evading the question.” Abbacchio pointed out, making the brunet man sigh. “...Under normal circumstances, I’d say that it’s her story to tell, not mine. However, there are some particular things that you all should be aware of when dealing with her, so we don’t end up with another burnt-base situation. This is especially for you, Giorno, who has only witnessed her mother-like side. The only reason I’m aware of everything is because I’ve known her for a very long time and I’ve witnessed things.” Bruno cleared his throat, looking behind him, making sure the red haired girl wasn’t anywhere near hearing-length. “This already sounds pretty serious.” Giorno commented, looking at his superior attentively. ~~~

“Buccellati, you’re going to be assigned a partner for your future missions. She is a new recruit, her name is Katrina Fiore, but goes by La Volpina. You will see why once you set your eyes on her, but don’t let yourself be charmed. She hardly ever speaks and she’s very reserved, so you shouldn’t have any problem with her. She’s incredibly efficient, but make sure she understand what truly means to be part of our group.” the capo instructed Buccellati firmly, as he went to a door, opening it, letting a girl walk through. “You must be Katrina Fiore, our new member. My name is Bruno Buccellati, your new partner. It’s nice to meet you, miss.” Bruno tried his best to be court with the girl in front of him, who seemed about the same age. “I know.” he voice was low and firm, yet held the same emotionless vibe as her jade eyes did. “Now, now, Katrina, be a good girl and follow Buccellati’s instructions for the next missions. I’m sure I’ll only hear praises, anyway.” the capo’s easy going chuckle irritated the girl, but she said nothing, her eyes boring into his sapphire ones. “Let’s go.” she muttered, walking past him, out of the building, as if she owned the place. “Where are you going?” he asked, rushing after her. “Kill.” she answered, not bothering to walk any slower. “The target is in the opposite direction.” he informed, yet she merely shook her head. “Not anymore.” her voice turned even darker, as she strode towards the brothel nearby. “What are you doing?!” he whisper-yelled, his eyes widening in shock. “Watch and learn.” she crouched and waited behind a wall, until she noticed the target get out of the brothel.

She kept following him for a few blocks, until he went to walk through a shadowy alley, where she was able to easily pounce on him like a cheetah, plunging her knife into his neck, while keeping her hand over his mouth so there will be no commotion. By the end of it, she carried him to the docks nearby, throwing him in the lake, with a heavy rock attacked to his leg.

“How did you know he was here, and not at his home, as we were informed?” Burno asked, completely bewildered. “Magic.” she cleaned her knife in the ocean, before putting it back in his sleeve and walking away nonchalantly. “May I escort you home?” he asked, not sure what to say anymore, completely shocked at what he had just witnessed. “No.” she looked at him with a deadpan expression, before taking off and getting lost in the shadows.

~~~

“I found out later on that she went home, only to get food and go feed a mother dog with her pups. She’d been doing that daily, as she says.” Bruno chuckled softly, remembering the shock he felt at that time. “No way...! Kat? That cold? No way!” Narancia gasped dramatically in shock, getting up from the ground. “That’s...Quite a radical change of behaviour, if you ask me.” Fugo tapped the side of his face, looking curiously at Bruno. “I believe there’s more to this story than that, correct, Buccellati?” Giorno asked, completely absorbed by the brunet’s story. “It’s only a month later that I found out that she isn’t as heartless as she wanted to make me, and everyone else around her, believe...But her violence was no joke.” Bruno continued his story.

~~~

“If the map is correct, we have to go through this alley to the left, and then straight ahead, and we’ll be close to the enemy’s house.” Buccellati informed, looking at the map. “...We’ll take a shortcut.” Katrina muttered, looking away from her partner. “Hm? But it says this is the shortest route.” Bruno raised his eyebrow in confusion, not realising first how he angered the girl. “SHORTCUT!” she yelled at him, her eye twitching, before she heard the yelp of pain from a dog, which made her widen her eyes and run to the alley Bruno was talking about. “Katrina, wait!” he ran after her, only to find her trembling on the ground, with a littler of puppies and a small dog-mother in her arms, standing over them protectively. “You...You...You fucking monster...What have these poor animals done to you to deserve this...? They are innocent from this world...They’ve done nothing wrong...So...Why...?” her voice was, by this time, much softer and dripping with hurt and sorrow, not lifting her head from the ground. “To hurt you, La Volpina! You think I don’t know that you killed my boss?! A whore like you, with red hair like that, doesn’t realise how easily noticeable she is?! You think I didn’t realise how you’d come here every day, taking care of those mutts? Honestly, when I realised my boss was killed, I thought it was some ugly brute, full of muscles and whatever...But it was just some frail bitch! Haahahaha! How ridiculous!” the bastard who kicked the puppies laughed at her condescendingly, making her growl in annoyance. “Buccellati...I know you’re there...Get out here right now.” her voice became harsher gradually, as she slowly got up, looking back at her partner. “Make sure I don’t accidentally hurt them while I kill this fuckass, got it?” she sneered, whipping her head forward, her long, red hair, like a bloody ocean, waving around her. “You?! Kill ME?! Are you insane, woman?! Pahahaha! As if you could!” the man spoke patronising to her, not even taking out his weapon, which made her smirk in victory. “Die.” she muttered, as she raised her hands towards him.

Before he could blink another time, the whole alley was engulfed in a raging inferno of fire, shocking both her partner and the enemy, who screamed bloody murder, cursing with no stopping, feeling his flesh being melted from his bones, yet having nowhere to run to save himself.

Soon, the Hell stopped, and walking towards him, she took the humerus, femur, radius, ulna and tibia bones, waved them around a bit, so they wouldn’t be scorching hot, and crouched next to the dogs, giving them the bones to chew on them.

“You’re so cute...You’re all okay...Here, let me heal you. Yes, baby, you’re okay now, don’t worry...It’s okay, nothing’s gonna hurt you while I’m around...I promise...” she cooed at them, with a soft a soft smile on her pale face, as the puppies kept climbing all over her, licking her face, while the mother was licking her hand, as a thank you for saving them. “That was a nice thing you did there for the dogs.” a forgotten voice called out in a gentle voice, which made the girl turn stiff with shock. “I-I-I...W-Well...I-It’s nothing.” her cheeks flared up from embarrassment, not being used to letting her vulnerable side to be seen by others. “You are a good person, Katrina. You shouldn’t have to hide that from the world.” he crouched down next to her, petting the mother dog, smiling at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the girl looked away from her partner, much too embarrassed to say anything anymore. “I’m glad to see I’m not the only Stand User around. You are very powerful, Katrina.” he patted her shoulder gently, but the girl whipped around, catching his wrist and clenched her hand around it tightly, making his widen his eyes in confusion. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” this threat, however, she made without looking at him in the eyes.

~~~

“Aha! I knew it! She’s always been motherly!” Narancia fist-pumped the air, but was quickly shushed by the rest. “Shut up, you dead-brain fuckass! If you yell any louder, she’ll hear you, and we won’t hear anything anymore!” Fugo scolded the boy, shaking him violently. “You’re no better either, Fugo...” Abbacchio facepalmed in annoyance. “The good thing is that she’s not done with the beverages, at least.” Mista pointed out, earning a nod from everyone. “The next part is a bit more delicate. It happened about half a year after everything I just told you about. I have to point out that by that time, she almost broke my arm a few times for having this habit of patting her shoulder or back.” Bruno chuckled in amusement, remembering how hostile she’d be. “That sounds so hard to imagine now that you’re together, you know?” Mista smirked slightly, leaning back on the couch. “It won’t be so hard to believe anymore.” he proceeded with the next story.

~~~

“Great, another successful mission. The Capo sure rewarded us nicely, don’t you think?” Bruno tried to create a conversation, but it was obvious that the girl was thinking far away. “Are you okay, Katrina?” he asked, in a gentler voice. “Hmm? Did you say something?” she asked absent-minded, still not paying attention. “Nothing important, I was jus-” he began, but a muffled scream seemed to disturb the quiet of the road. “What...?” the red haired girl rushed to the place where she heard the scream, only to see a man chocking a woman that he pinned on the wall, her clothes disheveled, her face smeared with make up from crying. “You, godamn brute...!” she growled in anger, striding towards him and socking him right in the jaw, the sound of something breaking crackling through the alley, not sure if it was her fingers or his mandible. “What the fuck...?! A woman?! Wha’ the hell?!” the man spoke in a drunken voice, barely keeping his balance. “Get away from that woman. Right. Now.” her jade eyes were sparkling with abyssal rage. “No way! Get yo’ own bitch!” the drunkard was walking towards her, but the girl crouched low on the ground, kicking her leg out to swipe him off his feet, then straddled his torso, punching him in the face repeatedly. “You! Don’t! Fucking! Touch! Women! Like! That!” she kept punching left and right, until his face was bloody and broken, which is when she got off and slammed his head on the stone pavement, finally managing to bash his skull in, killing him. “Godamn it...Men are so godamn disgusting...” she muttered, as she got up and went to keen in front of the woman. “Katrina, are you okay?!” Bruno called out as he stepped closer, but the girl stopped him. “Buccellati, get out of this alley for now. This woman is scared after what happened.” she instructed, and with one look at the trembling woman, he gulped and nodded his head. “I’ll be keeping watch outside.” he spoke, letting the girls by themselves, while listening in. “It’s okay, darling, he’s dead now. I’m sorry that I let you see something so gruesome...I was very angry...I know what you’ve been through, but I’m glad I managed to stop it before things got worse.” the fox girl spoke in a soft voice, letting the woman cry in her shoulder, stroking her hair gently. “I-I-I was so scared! I just got home from work, and went to buy some food for my husband to cook at home, and this...This hobo jumped me into the alley! Th-Thank you so much for saving me...My God, I can’t stop shaking, I can’t believe something like that happened to me...!” she sobbed desperately, as the girl kept trying to coo at her softly. “Hey, your shirt is damaged. Here, take my blouse. I know we’re not the same body type, but it should look okay on you until I get you home.” Katrina took off her blouse, helping the girl discard the damaged shirt, and they exchanged tops. “B-But what about you...? Won’t it be risky for you to walk like this?!” her voice, shaky and concerned, as she gripped the red haired girl’s shoulders. “Don’t worry about me. As you can see, I can manage myself. Besides...I’m...Not alone.” despite all her embarrassment, the fox girl managed to admit that. “Was that man your boyfriend? He seemed very gentle...I hope he’s treating you right, like my husband is treating me.” the girl finally managed to give her saviour a tearful smile, while the red haired girl could only gasp and stutter, her face becoming redder than her hair. “We-We-We’re not t-t-t-together! We’re just working together! B-But that’s besides the point! Uh....Can you walk?! Here, let me help you!” Katrina helped her up, but noticed that her legs were wobbly - not because of the trembling, but because her heel got broken. “Oh no, it seems I broke my heel in all the commotion...I’ll just have to walk barefoot.” she sighed, but Katrina merely shook her head. “No. Take my shoes. They’re sneakers, so I think they’ll fit you well enough.” the girl took off her shoes, handing them to the victim. “N-No! I-I couldn’t possibly let you walk without shoes on!” the blonde girl tried to protest, but it was in vain, and by the time she realised, she already had sneakers on. “Come on, let’s get you home. Guide the way.” Kat helped her up, her arm protectively around her, and walked her out of the alley, where she stole a quick glance at he partner, but didn’t dare share eye contact, because of the shameful situation she was in. “It’s very close! Down the road, to the right, and my house will be up ahead.” the blonde guided the red haired girl, and soon enough, they arrived in front of a cozy looking small house, and through the window, she could see the husband preparing a romantic dinner for the two of them. “Well then, take care of yourself...And treasure the wonderful man that you found. It’s...Rare to find men like him. Believe me, I would know.” she chuckled dryly, patting her head. “Why don’t you come in? I need to give you a change of clothes and thank you properly and-” the woman’s eyes widened as she was refused. “Enjoy your romantic dinner. You won’t see me again anyway...But I’m glad you’re okay. Go on, don’t shy out.” Katrina pushed her inside the house, before shutting close the door and listening closely to the couple.

Inside, the woman jumped into the man’s arms, and told him everything that happened. The man, in turn, was angry that something so horrible had to happen to his wife, but held her tightly and reassured her, trying his best to make sure she’s okay now. The scene melted the fox girl’s heart, and taking a leaf from the tree nearby, she carved a smile and sent it from the gap under the door, so the girl would know she had no reason to be scared anymore.

“You truly are an angel...” a voice startled her, letting out a surprised yelp, turning towards the voice, guarding her torso with her arms. “Oh, it was just you...Honestly, don’t scare me like that.” she muttered, quickly adverting her gaze away from him. “Here, take this. I couldn’t possibly let a woman walk like this.” he said, taking off his top and putting it on the girl, who stood petrified, looking at him. “Wh-Why...?” she was barely able to ask. “Why? Because I respect women, and more, I respect you. Good people aren’t as often found...And yet...Here you are, in front of me. Your kind heart moved me, Katrina.” he spoke, as he gently kissed her forehead. “D-D-Don’t d-do that...” her voice, barely above a whisper, called out, like a little mouse. “Do you hate me, Katrina?” Bruno asked, putting his fingers under her chin, raising her head up to look at him. “N-No...Not that...” she bit her lip, looking away, feeling her heart beat a thousand miles per minute. “Then what is it? Why can’t you look at me?” Bruno spoke in an even gentler voice. “Because...Because...Because...I’m afraid that I will fall in love with you...” her voice trembled, as she hid her face with her hands, hanging her head down.

~~~

“Why did you stop?! What happened after?! I want to know!” Narancia’s voice was loud and obnoxious. “He hugged me and we became a couple, that’s what happened.” my voice called out as I was leaning on the doorframe, holding the tray. “A-Amore...!” Bruno gulped, not daring to look back at his beloved, who heard him tell some of her story. “Honestly...Did you really think I wouldn’t hear you from the kitchen?” I chuckled, shaking my head and putting the tray on the table. “W-Well...You see...” Bruno was left speechless, and he was, for some reason only known to him, more afraid now than when he fought anyone before. “Please forgive us, Katrina. We merely wanted to know more about you. I wanted to become part of your family.” Giorno tried to rescue the gang. “Aww...Giorno, you’re adorable. You blended in so well already...But don’t let these suckers use you for their schemes, okay? You’re too pure and kind for their idiocy.” I chuckled, leaning on the arm rest on Bruno’s armchair, patting Giorno’s head. “Do you forgive us, Kat? Please? Please?” Narancia pleaded, doing his famous puppy eyes. “I have nothing to forgive. I’m not mad, idiots. But maybe next time just ask me, okay? Now then, what else would you like to know?” I asked, looking at them with an amusement smirk. “How did you and Buccellati get to have such a strong bond?” Fugo asked, looking at us with curiosity. “Hmmm...Was it that time where you almost died and I lost control, then used all my energy to heal you, and I wouldn’t wake up?” I blinked down at my paramour, who smiled and intertwined his fingers with mine. “I think yes, that time is when we truly started trusting each other. We were one, not two different people anymore.” he kissed the back of my hand, which made me chuckle. “So? What happened?” Abbacchio cleared his throat, raising his eyebrow. “I can’t remember who exactly we were fighting, but he was a very powerful Stand User. I was alone and I started fighting him, but before I knew, Bruno came and told me to complete the mission, while he would stall him. By the time I came back, he was on the floor and he wasn’t breathing anymore. Next thing I know, the whole place was on fire, the enemy was dead, and I held him in my arms as I used my Healing Water to cure his wounds. After that...I can’t remember much, actually.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “You fainted from using your energy too much, so I got you home and tended to you wounds. You were in a coma for about a week or so. You have no idea how panicked I was.” Bruno sweatdropped, sighing at the memory. “Oh yes, the best sleep I’ve ever had.” I laughed, raking my fingers through my hair. “And after that, I remember that I could barely move, but I kept cursing that my hair was super sticky with blood, right? And I cursed you until you agreed to help me wash it.” my chuckles carried on with the story. “I’ve...Heard more curses at that time than I’ve heard in my entire life, and I still stand by that.” he smirked, shaking his head in amusement. “Uhm, hello?! Do you KNOW how awful it is to have your LONG hair super gross and sticky?! Come on, Abbacchio, back me up here, I’m sure you know how annoying it is! Fugo? Giorno? Don’t leave me alone here!” I gasped dramatically, looking at all of them. “Well, Buccellati, La Volpina is right here. So? What did you do?” Leone smirked in amusement, resting his jaw on his fist. “Found a way to wash only her hair, so her wounds won’t get infected or hurt from the shampoo. I put her in the bath tub, with her hair draping down where you’d hold your head, and I’d wash it...You liked it so much that you fell asleep.” the brunet man sighed, looking dead inside, while the others laughed at the sight. “Can you blame me? It was super relaxing! And my hair was so soft after that!” I grinned at him brightly. “Yeah...So much that you made me wash your hair all the time after that.” he shrugged, yet he was still smiling. “You’re still doing that?!” Mista gasped in shock. “Why do you think my hair looks so great? I can relax, have nice little scented candles around, listen to music and sing, while he washes my hair for me. It’s really nice, you know? You should get someone to do that for you. It’s SO much better than any saloon treatment! And while at it, a little facial massage is always welcomed!” I winked at the boys in front of me, who were looking at me in shock. “Well...Now I kinda want that, to be fair...” Fugo muttered with a sigh.

That night, we continued gossiping about random things, until night came and we all went to sleep. While at it, I and Bruno lay cuddled in bed, him stroking my hair soothingly.

“Do you remember what I said, that time? In the bath tub?” I asked, in a soft voice. “If I recall correctly, you said my eyes were beautiful, correct?” Bruno asked, a tender smile on his face. “Yeah...And then you blushed and couldn’t stop looking in my eyes. And then you said the same about mine, and I looked away, because I used to hate them for so long. But then...I said that I loved you.” my grip on his hand tightened slightly. “I remember. And you put your hands on my face and put me down in a kiss. I was rather surprised, but it was a lovely surprise, to be fair.” he chuckled, kissing my forehead. “It was my dad.” I say my answer which confused him. “Hmm? What do you mean?” he leaned on his arm, looking down at me. “I have the same eyes as my dad. When I was 7, he left us, which made mum heart broken. After that, she couldn’t look at me anymore...She managed to survive 2 more years, before she took her own life, saying that she can’t live with the same person that reminds her of the one who broke her. That’s why...I’ve always hated my green eyes. I and my dad...We both became thieves. We both looked like foxes. Traitors. Deceivers. Liars. Foxes were always seen as nothing good...And yet...When I met you...I managed to change how I see myself. And it’s all thanks to you, Bruno. I was so afraid that I’d end up like him, that I didn’t allow myself to feel anything. So...Thank you. For making me realise that I’m not my father.” I confess my heart out to him, after so many years of keeping that to myself. “I see...So this is what managed to darken your heart so much. But, amore, you are my everything, and I promise you, I will never let you walk down that dark and lonely road again. You have me, and I will stay by your side forever. I promise. I love you, Katrina. I love your emerald eyes, and your red hair like a beautiful bed of Dahlias and Azaleas. Your golden heart that shines brighter than the Sun is what made me fall in love with you, but you are beautiful inside and outside, my dear.” he brushed my cheek with his hand softly, before leaning down and kissing me tenderly, making my heart beat faster than ever. “And you always know how to make me feel alive, caro mio.” I kiss him back with just as much passion, holding him close to me.

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Wildest Notes Chapter 4

So there’s about three reasons why this chapter took a little long to come out! But they’re good reasons of course because I like to make sure things are somewhat perfect!

First! Mostly because I’ve been busy with Grigor and trying to work on such a historical fic and y’all know I throw myself into my fics.

Second. I got in touch with a certain bad ass artist by the name of @punky-peach who drew that beautiful picture below for Cora and Gard. Oh yes. It’s absolutely beautiful and I might have cried when I received it ten minutes ago. It’s so fantastic that I just can’t stop looking at it and I know y’all can’t either! Especially after this chapter.

Third. I got distracted. And I got into bioshock for a while (I’m still binge playing it over and over. But fear not! I’m back and

Okay here we go!

Y’all ready!!

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Previous Chapter.

Masterlist

My fingers softly began rubbing my eyes as we finished the last set of the night. Sometimes I forget that playing the piano day after day would hurt my eyes. I hate that sometimes I forget that I’m near sighted. Should probably take a day off because I’ve been doing this nonstop since I moved here. Luckily I’m not clumsy with them and have never broken a pair in my life! Which is saying something about myself.

Closing the lid to the piano as the club was beginning to clear out of everyone excluding the waitresses, bar tenders, and us musicians. I began gathering all my music sheets together as I watched everyone go into their own little social pods. Not that I don’t wanna become social with any other them. But a first impression of them flocking towards me in all directions to screw me wasn’t exactly a warm welcome.

Once my music was all put together. I knocked off my heels to switch over to my Jesus slippers so I could walk home comfortable. Do you think I walk from my house to the city in heels? I don’t even like being in some sort of heels in the first place. My preference is my Jesus slippers or my bare feet. I mostly garden in my bare feet so it’s safe to say that I really hate shoes.

Kobi the bassest and Chandler who played first chair trombone approached me as I placed my feet into my Jesus sandals. Kobi was rubbing the back of his neck as I waited for them to speak to me because obviously he was going to say something.

“Chandler and I were wanting to apologize for what happened when you first arrived here. Kind of got us all excited for a new member and we acted like wild dogs. I’m sorry.” Wait what? An apology? Kobi smacked Chandler's chest as he shot up from the ground.

“Yes Cora. We’re sorry..”

“It’s quite alright. Thank you for the apology.”

“Listen why not have a drink with us?” Chandler offered as I took a step off the stage with all my belongings.

“I don’t drink.”

“Then water. C’mon you have to socialize with us eventually and running off back to your house isn’t an option.” Kobi mentioned that both of them walked over to the bar along with the workers and other musicians. I mean a sprite does sound delicious and I could use the energy walking home.

I sat down on the bar stool as the tender was mixing all sorts of drinks for everyone. He stood in front of me and waited for me to give him some sort of answer. I get the feeling their eyes are shooting bullets at me for not drinking liquor. Look I know being a jazz musician you’re supposed to smoke and have a thing of Jack Daniels by your stand in order to fit the profile. But I’d rather have a really bubbly sprite and some grapes and we’re sitting.

“Just a sprite please.” I told him as he filled a tiny little glass of sprite for me.

“You work at a nightclub and you drink a sprite?” Chandler commented as I took a sip.

“I told you two I don’t drink.” It’s like talking to a brick wall. Like I said I will not socialize with these people and just come to work.

“Heys guys great news!” Theo jumped down from the stage and sashed himself over towards us.

“We got ourselves a new lead female singer by the name of Kyia Mair. Just graduated from Oberlin Conservatory of Music in Ohio. She said she was looking for a full time gig and bam! We got one!” HE clapped as he sat down on one of the stools.

“A round for everyone! Make it an Irish car bomb for everyone!” Theo pulled out his cash as everyone cheered as for free alcohol...for me I was slowly sipping sprite from my glass. I should’ve mentioned that I could’ve also sang..though it’s not excellent like Gaga or even Billie Holiday. But it’s decent.

The bartender placed the shot in front of me as my sipping through the straw began to go faster as I was trying to avoid the car bomb or whatever it was called in front of me. No..no I don’t drink. Drinking leads to drugs...drugs lead..lead...

“A shot isn’t going to kill you Cora. You gotta live a little.” Theo moved the shot in front of me as I kept sucking up more and more sprite till the glass was empty. My throat closed as I looked away from the shot. Time for me to head home and read some sort of book. Digging into my purse then my wallet to find some sort of cash.

“Tell ya what. Here’s twenty dollars on me for whatever you want and you guys never speak to me again that isn’t business related. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go home. Goodnight everyone.” Telling them as they slapped the money on the bar and began my walk home.

Wrapping my arms around myself to place my binger down onto the ground to feel the warmth of the night rest on top of me. Taking in a deep breath as I dove into the inner layers of my confused train wreck of a mind. It felt like I was pushing the door shut of my past self trying to keep those memories shut.

Think of something nice Cora c’mon!

“I’m..I’m sorry. I.. I generally don’t hang out with civilians this much.” Civilians? DO I look like I’m in the army? Do I need to salute him or something?

Why is it that this tightly wound mailman by the name of Gardner is prancing around in my mind? Is this what a crush feels like? Heck I’ve never had my first kiss in my life with anyone! I’ve lived quite the solitude life for obvious reasons..and no one has ever had that kind of talk with me.

Stopping along the river as my upper body leaned over the railing. Surprisingly a warm gust of wind entwined itself around me as I just stared down into the dark water. The lights from the city began dancing upon the top of the river.

Mama Seymour wasn’t into the relationships because she was always busy with myself and my brothers and sisters. Mr. Lister..er Dad..may he rest in peace. He was just there for me in the end and never got around to this conversation. So I’ve got no idea what on earth I’m doing. Normally my ass would be running from this situation and just diving into a different situation. But..

I..I wanna dive..

This whack uptight mailman…

“Gard? What are you going?”

“I’m sorry. I heard you playing and I wanted to stay till the end.”

Someone tell me how the heck this is supposed to work? No mailman would just casually stay and let himself come inside the house. Not to mention he let me dry his socks after walking around in the rain. It’s not love...it’s just my heart rapidly beating out of my ribbed cages and spewing out all over the sidewalk! My right hand rested over my heart as I stood up standing tall.

Just keep calm..if you see him tomorrow just be nice and not do anything..

Walking back to the house to see that Angus was sitting in front of the front door sleeping soundly as I stood in front of the gate. Opening the gate woke him up and trot his way over to me. Sniffing my feet, licking my palm, and then walking back towards the door. For some unknown reason Angus loves to sit outside or sleep when I’m gone for work.

Sitting down on the porch steps as Angus sat up next to me then began licking my face, yet stopping when he had some of my makeup in his mouth. My nails softly scratched the top of his head as he laid back down next to me with his head resting on my thigh. Time to let my hair down, literally. Pulling apart the large black bow I had in my hair that was keeping at least some of it up to let my grande cluster mess known as my hair.

“C’mon Angus. Time for bed.” Kissing his forehead as we both got off the ground to walk inside and get ready for bed.

*Gards P.O.V.*

Wasn’t supposed to be 90 degrees today. Stupid weather! Looking up to place the mail in the box I noticed that I was right around the corner from Cora. I imagine she’s out in her garden planting or digging until it gets too hot.

Turning the corner then down the hill as I kept my eyes on what I could see but sadly trees we’re covering my view. Just keep going..wait. What should I say to her? Hey? Is it hot outside or what? Too cheesy? I’ll just be quiet, drop off her mail then moving on.

Is..is that Margaritaville? I don’t know much about music but I know Margaritaville whenever I hear it. I remember Dad and I would be on the boat washing it down and whenever this song would turn on, he would just go berserk. Cause ya know, it’s a Dad song.

“Wastin' away again in Margaritaville..Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt..Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..Now I think, hell, it could be my fault..” I could hear her singing as I got closer to the gate.

When I made it to her white gate. My head looked up. I saw that she was sitting in the front yard sitting in a beach chair. Her feet were in a kids plastic pool as Angus came around the corner to then step into the kids pool and watch me.

“GARD!” Cora cheered as she stood up to then stand in her pool. Opening the gate as I approached her as she kept herself in the pool.

“Want a drink? It’s kool aid.” She held out her glass as I shook my head.

“How’s the route on this stupidly hot day?” I shrugged as she offered me her seat. I sat down as she went around back to probably grab another chair. Placing my mail bag next to my chair as I watched Angus in the pool. He’s literally just laying down in the water with only his head laying on the rim. Coming back as she had one of those really colorful beach chairs. Opening it up then sticking her feet back into the pool as Angus was laying down in it.

“Gard relax for a little bit. It’s 90 degrees and there’s no way you’re not boiling alive.” Fair enough.

“While you get comfy. I think I got some sunglasses for ya.” Getting up again to go into her house. I took off my shoes then socks to stick my feet into the ice cold pool. I let out a very large sigh as my entire body relaxed. I should get a kids pool for Calvin and I because this is so relaxing.

She came back out with a glass of water and a pair of sunglasses. Smiling as I took them from her hands as she climbed back down into her seat then laying out in the sun.

“Thank you.” Telling her as I placed the sunglasses on my face then taking a sip of the cold water.

“No problemo Gard.” She smiled as she bent forward to splash some water on Angus who tried to eat the water she splashed him with. She looked so beautiful with the sun shining down on top of her. Coras skin was shining and her smile..it feels so genuine and contagious. Like if you’re not smiling you’re out of place. Not to mention she’s just so bubbly that..it’s a good feeling when I’m around her.

Blinking a few times as Angus got up from the pool to then shake himself as all the water splashed over Cora and I! If a dog could smirk I think Angus would. We both watched as he opened the screen door to then walk inside. What a dog.

“Sorry that my dog just gave you a shower.” She took off her glasses to whip off the water.

“I’m assuming that you taught him how to do that?” Asking her as she nodded. She put her glasses back on her face to look at me.

“Spoiled loveable child.” She shook her head as she went down to take a sip of her kool aid. I reached down for water to start drinking it.

“Glad you’re finally relaxing. Though it would never happen to Gard. You 're more wounded than a screw itself.” I’ve always had my own way of doing things and enjoyed my very..tight.. Schedule..But here Cora comes to basically destroy that schedule..and I’m kind of okay with it...

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. I mean it’s great that you have such a tight schedule and you like to do things your way. But sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breath a little. Also have your feet chillin 'in a kiddie pool while you get a sun tan and take a break from the job.” I will say though we look a little silly sitting in her front yard. But I imagine her backyard is covered head to toe in veggies and flowers.

“If you keep working and not taking a second, you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya. Sorry..didn’t mean to sound so preachy there holy crap.” She laughed at herself as I couldn’t stop looking at her. Why does she care so much? I know that about 90% of the people I deliver mail to don’t even know me. Trudy is the only one I talk to..and then she comes into play...and..

I..I want her to see the boat. I mean. She’s shown me her entire home and she’s yet to see mine. Wouldn’t you think she’d like to see mine? I know she’s asked but..I didn’t know what she would do if I told her I lived in a boat.

What do I say to her? Hey why don’t you come see my boat? Wanna see my boat? How do I make myself sound extremely creepy towards her? Her beautiful copper hair that was just all over the place shined beautifully. Cora’s smile kept making my heart skip a few beats as her fingers were messing with the book. I want her to come on my route so I can show her the boat. Don’t most women love boats?

“Wanna see my home?” Blurting out as she turned towards me then rose up in her chair.

“Sure. Let me get my keys.” She looked so adorable. A big Hawaiian shirt that had a tank top underneath, a cute pair of white shorts then her sandals. She walked inside her house as I finished chugging the water for the walk home.

“How long have you been a mailman?” She asked as she was walking backwards in front of me with her hair flapping with each step.

“Since I was eighteen. I was even a designated note passer for these two kids in school, kind of appropriate.” She looked so..pretty. Her hair shined, she walked with such a lovely step. As if she was almost skipping. How does someone be this happy all the time?

I found out that she’d been playing the piano since she was a kid. Umm she can make a mean lamb roast, and sells vegetables at farmers markets and even tries to get a stand at county and or State Fairs. I had no idea she was so resourceful. Is it weird that I kind of want her to make dinner for me so I can try this great lamb roast.

“It has a crap ton of garlic but don’t worry it works extremely well together.” She was so passionate about her cooking and bubbly. Most women I know who are my age who can’t even cook spaghetti.

“What side dish?”

“Marinated white beans. You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime and you’ll be leaving ten pounds heavier!” She laughed as we turned down my street. Oh boy. How is she going to react that I live in my boat instead of inside with Calvin.

“Here we are.” Telling her as she began walking in the driveway.

“Umm Cora.” I stopped right next to the ladder that led me inside my home. She took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes then back at me. I began walking towards the ladder to climb in.

“The nameless grace.” She pointed out as I halted.

“Huh.” Turning around as she had her arms crossed.

“You do know boats are meant to have names right? There was this one boat that was always docked and it’s name was Floppy Wenis!” I mean I’ve heard of some weird one in my books when I’m trying to sleep. I think there was one called Buoyoncé and another called The Cod Mile.

I climbed up into the sailboat as she followed right behind me. Glad I got the place cleaned up before going to bed last night. Not that it was dirty or had underwear all over the place. Crouching down into the sailboat to stand straight up as she poked her head in.

“Cute. I love what you’ve done with the place.” Cora giggled as she held out her hand so she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. Helping her inside as she kept a hold of my hand. They were a little cold but extremely soft to the touch. Wait..I’m still holding them!

“I’m sorry!” Walking over to the radio as I turned it on for some soft acoustic song to start playing.

“I sit there. You can sit anywhere else.” Telling her as I tossed my bag on the other side of the booth table. I placed the sunglasses she’d given me on the table right where I usually sit.

“Gard this is so homey. Really love what you’ve done with the sailboat. Also the ferns that hang off the railings.” She commented as it made me smile. Cora looked around to then sit down across from me on the bench.

“Thank you.” Molding my fingers together as I made my thumbs started going in small circles.

“So do you have a thing for not sleeping in houses? Ready for some sort of flash flood coming here and all of us vanishing overnight?” Very funny.

“I’ve liked boats. SO why not live in one.” Shrugging as she raised her eyebrow right at me. Yeah figured she wouldn’t accept that excuse.

“Why not live with Calvin then? I mean I love my sunflowers but you don’t see me sleeping in the middle of my garden.” Fair point. She put her legs up close to her chest waiting for some kind of response from me.

“I came from school one day and my parents were gone. The house was empty. The only thing they left behind was this boat. So I moved it to Calvins driveway. His parents took me in.” I somehow get this feeling she can sort of relate. I’m not sad about it anymore and have moved on. But...sometimes I keep thinking they’ll come back for the boat even after all these years just to say hi. A pipe dream and realistically impossible. But wouldn’t it be nice. Her face that was once filled with bubbles just turned into concern and somewhat saddened. I didn’t mean to make her feel sad..just wanted to be honest.

“Any luck trying to find them?” Her voice cracked a little as she stared directly at me.

“What would I say?”

“Something I would Gard. Why? Why have me if you wanted to run?” Shaking her head at her own comment as she looked at the wall then back at me.

“If we’re being open with one another. I sadly don’t remember my mother at all. Either she died of childbirth or just left right after I was born. Father was a..an extreme druggie who ended up..ah doesn’t matter. Oh what do we have here.” She grabbed one of my binders of my stamp collections to start going through them. I noticed on her ankle looked like some kind of old scar around the ankle. Probably none of my business.

“I love this one so far. Ya know I wasn’t going to make the assumption that you collected stamps due to the fact you were a mailman. But I gotta ask. Why stamps?” Nothing is more cliche than a mailman collection stamp. Cora’s eyes looked so passionate while she skimmed through all my stamps.

“It’s just this endless potential that sits within these little tiny squares. Kind of wonder where they could’ve gone sometimes when I look at them. Always wondered what people would’ve said in these letters, though no one writes letters anymore. But if they did, they need one of those.” I’ve...I’ve never had the chance to fully tell someone about my stamps before. I mean besides Calvin and my friends down at the office when we have our meetings. But she seems so interested in them and letting me vent about them.

“I’m going to assume you’ve got a favorite?” My eyes drifted over to The Duke as I motioned her to come over and look. She got off the bench to squat a few inches next to me. So close I could see deep into those sparkling dark blue pools.

“So why is the shirtless man so special?”

“That my dear friend is The Duke, King of the Longboard. You have your Elvis china and I have my stamps, sort of the Elvis of my collection.”

“Why? What’s so special about Mr. Duke?”

“It’s a misprint.”

“Wait what?” She giggled to take another look at the stamp.

“It’s a misprint. It’s the only one in the world. His longboard is upside. See?” She nodded as our heads were almost butting into each other.

“Well..son of a biscuit. What a misprint.” My throat unexpectedly dried up quicker than I expected as we just kept smiling at each other.

Slowly moving towards each other as our lips finally made contact. Her beautiful lips sent shivers up and down my body. I’m too afraid to touch her or even do anything..last girl I kissed was a bet in High School..I could feel my face turning dark red as I cupped her face in my hands.

Cora abruptly backed away from against the wall with her finger types on her lips. Gulping as her eyes were widened. She was going to say something but kept falling short of words.

“I’m..I’m sorry..I..” Spinning around to dash out of the boat and almost tripping trying to get out.

“Wait Cora!” I was about to sprint out towards her but she must’ve knocked over the sunglasses because they made a loud cracking sound in my feet.

No...no..I didn’t ruin it did I!? Looking at the time as I realized that it was already after four...I’ll keep my bag for the night then when I do my route tomorrow I’ll just deliver whatever else I didn’t get the chance to deliver.

Should probably go inside and try to act normal. Although I imagine Calvin will be having a field day because today is his day off. Climbing out of the boat then down the ladder as I tried to keep myself panicking in front of Calvin. He’s going to go on and on about approaching her and how to get her into bed. Not exactly what I’m going for.

I made it through the front door then into the kitchen where Calvin already had dinner ready. And now I just realized that I’m extremely late for dinner. This should be absolutely fun to deal with.

“Sorry I’m late Cal.” Sitting down at the dining room table but he didn’t turn around to say anything to me. But only letting out a big sigh.

“Cal!” He smacked the eggplant on the plate as he was about to say something.

“My eggplant parmesan is congealing.” I’m not quite sure if I’m even in the mood for eggplant. Vietnamese or Greek just sounds better than eggplant.

“I had to work late.”

“Am I living in a house of lies! You come through that door everyday at 5:29 pm on the dot for the past six years, and who was that guy with the 80s hair band running from your boat?” She’s not in a hair band? I mean obviously I knew he would catch me but she’s not even a man, Cora just has beautiful humongous hair. Which I imagine is super soft.

“It was a woman.” Never thought I would have to say that.

“My man! She smokes your hogan?”

“I don’t think so and what does that even mean?” What does smoking your hogan your mean? Like..a..I don’t even wanna think about it.

“Where did you meet her?”

“Work.”

“Is she a mailman?” She’s far too beautiful to be a carrier.

“Carrier and no she’s a customer. Her name is Cora.”

“Whoa whoa whoa. Is she an old lady?”

“No.”

“Lady of the night?”

“No!”

“Housewife?”

“Single and no. She lives by herself.”

“Single, her own home and on the route nice! So okay theres lots of ingredients here for a very erotic role-play situation.”

“You gonna see her again?”

“Probably tomorrow.”

“You nervous?” Shaking my head as Cal saw right through it.

“You must not like her if you’re not nervous.”

“I’m a little nervous.” More like shaking in my own shoes from the fact that I don’t wanna mess this up.

“All right okay lets get a good solid plan together. This is you and this is her.” He was messing with the table mats.

“No no I don’t wanna plan this.” Last time Cal had one of his plans he ended up spilling the nacho cheese all over the girls jeans. Yeah never letting him plan anything dealing with my love life.

“Well you’re gonna need a plan or you’re just gonna get passed over like celery at the salad bar.”

“I just wanna let it happen.”

“Alright if that’s your play.” He began reading through his magazine of Martha Stewart recipes and home diy.

I really don’t wanna mess this up..she’s absolutely fantastic..just the thought of her..oh boy what have I gotten myself into now.

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toonstarterz · 5 years ago

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #166

Baseball season is in the air! Thankfully, you don’t need to be a fan of the sport to like this chapter. So long as you enjoy the stupid antics of a bunch of socially awkward teenage girls, there’ll be plenty of fun to be had. And of course, it wouldn’t be Watamote if they didn’t include a bunch of expertly intricated plot threads and natural character development as well. With all of Nico Tanigawa’s passions coming together once again, I can say that this chapter is definitely in top form.

So without further ado, let’s play ball!

Chapter 166: Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Go Cheer

Tomoko getting flabbergasted just by Katou existing never gets old.

You know, I always had the impression that Tomoko wording things in the most perverted way was just a gut reaction due to her mind being perpetually in the gutter. But now, I feel like her answer here is just too on the nose to be anything but deliberate. IdiotPerv!Tomoko is hilarious, but TrollPerv!Tomoko is too powerful.

Consequently, Tomoko can’t say shit without it biting her in the ass.

Okada with the save. Sure, she probably didn’t want to look like a slacker from Katou either, but still. If Katou’s the mom friend, then Pineapple-chan’s the exasperated, but supportive onee-san friend.

I just realized that this is a standard routine with these two: Yuri will say something tactless and Mako will call her name out in admonishment. If this has been going on since they first met, then Mako has boundless patience and/or is the absolute best friend that no person should ever take for granted. Not that

Yuri does...mostly.

Y'all can tell that baseball fan Ikko had a blast drawing the backgrounds in this chapter.

Speaking of which, I’m 212% certain that Komiyama’s role in this chapter is to be the mouthpiece for Nico Tanigawa’s baseball fanatism. Given that it’s technically in-character (for who is basically their self-insert), and baseball chapters can only feasibly happen every hundred chapters or so, I’m fine with the mangakas taking these little indulgences.

Hey, let the girl live a little! Komi’s gotta cram ten chapters worth of dialogue she won’t get into one.

Pardon me, Tomoko, but you seem to have left your self-awareness by the entrance to the stadium.

Naturally, Tomoko hates that Komiyama isn’t making a fool of herself in front of her mom-crush. It’s easy to forget that so long as you don’t set off her berserk buttons, Komiyama is actually quite...normal. Like, being amicable with others and casually humble-bragging is her default state.

Nico Tanigawa’s artistic habit of putting nicknames under faces always amuses me.

There’s being upset, and then there’s being petty. We all know that Tomoko is aware that Itou is in the band, and any other day, she wouldn’t hold that against the girl. But because she’s salty over Komiyama acting cool, her sensibilities revert back to Year-1 Tomoko logic.

Now, if I were a more crass person, I could make the assumption that the majority of those underclassmen were a combination of girls admiring Fuuka’s “cool beauty” status and boys wanting to check out an attractive senior girl in a cheerleading outfit, discrepancies notwithstanding.

But I won’t.

Oh yeah, Miho. Based on the above cheers, she seems like your average popular girl, but if you recall, she got a kick out of Katou’s “offers” to Tomoko. That said, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a bit of a mean streak in her.

Btw...armpits? Okay, then...

You’d think that by now, Tomoko would learn some subtlety before pulling shit like this.

Normally, I’d call Tomoko out for shenanigans since I thought she was mostly over the whole “slut-shaming” thing. But given how she wasn’t thinking this when the girls in her class wore cheerleading outfits during last year’s sports festival (that we know of), I can only assume that this is more of Tomoko’s jealousy due to Fuuka’s friendship with Katou.

Either that, or Tomoko just doesn’t want to admit she finds her hot.

I think we’re all in agreement that Ucchi’s gonna lose massive points for this.

On the other hand, the image of Emoji Girl screaming about Tomoko’s crimes through a megaphone is peak absurdity, and I’ve been laughing my ass off for twelve minutes.

In all seriousness, I’m kind of glad that Tomoko is finally getting her way overdue karma for all her skirt-peeping. Sure, it’s all been played for comedy, but that doesn’t change the fact that its sexual harassment, or the fact that she’s more than likely gotten away with it for being female.

It’s all fun and games until your stalker calls you out on it.

LIES.

You know...maybe it is Tomoko’s fetish. She’s done it so frequently, and it’s always been portrayed as just another one of Tomoko’s “quirks”. But given the context of all those occurrences, having a skirt-peeping fetish actually sounds very plausible. Thank you, Yuri, for that insight.

Looking at Katou’s expression, it might be her fetish, too...

Seeing Tomoko get more and more mortified as everyone keeps dogpiling on her shame makes for quite the cathartic reading.

Add on to the fact that Komiyama, the biggest perv of all, is the most dignified at this moment just makes this whole chapter an absolute treat.

Considering that Tomoko basically just got outed as a pervert in the middle of a crowd of spectators, she’s taking this quite well. First-year Tomoko could’ve had a legit panic attack if that had happened, but now, she actually has enough nerve to retaliate. Sure, Tomoko had some decent ammo with the Tanabata wish, so she likely had more guts than she would’ve been, but it’s still impressive nonetheless.

Sasaki Fuuka–putting a new spin on the term “victim-blaming”.

Komiyama can be the reasonable one while Tomoko is the crazy pervert, or Tomoko can be the reasonable one while Komiyama is the crazy pervert.

But the universe just can’t have both be reasonable or perverted at the same time.

As someone who knows jacksh*t about sports, I have to admit that this is an interesting fun fact if it can be applied to the popularity of real-life sports teams and cheer squads.

I could totally see this becoming a meme in the Watamote fandom. Anyone?

These moments of zero dialogue, sometimes a whole page’s worth, excel at immersing the reader into the story. Suddenly, you’re not just reading about characters in a story. You’re now experiencing first hand what’s like to be at a baseball game, with a few familiar faces from the band and cheer teams making it feel a lot more lively.

If it weren’t for all the wonderful peeps on Reddit, I never would’ve caught that this is the same baseball manager we’re seen periodically since the beginning of the series. You know, the one Tomoko did that fake dub for?

Perhaps I’ll call her...Beta!Nemo.

A PSA to all you non-sports fans: You can now pretend to be interested in your favorite high-school teams just by tuning into your local service provider.

Go, Harajuku Makuhari!

You know, I think I mentioned before that I wasn’t sure what Komiyama’s career prospects were.

Now I’ve got a clue.

Yo, I could feel that pain from my screen.

For a second, I thought this was Reina, given we can’t see her eyes and that she’s manspreading (sounds like something she would do). But then I pictured her actually signing up for cheerleading and...yeah, no.

Not to sound all pretentious if you already know, but cheerleading really is one of the most difficult, dangerous, and underappreciated sports there is. In addition to all the physical risks, you have to maintain an endlessly cheery disposition, even when it’s hard. That’s why I call it the “customer service job” of the sports industry.

The go-to method to keep your in-story sports team at peak realism:

Unwavering mediocrity.

As opposed to them hurrying up and win? Quite the pessimist you are, Tomoko...

not.

As startling as it is to hear these words come out of Tomoko’s mouth, it’s not entirely unfounded. For all her negative worldviews, crude behavior, and general apathy, the one thing that has always been constant about Tomoko is that she knows things can be better and she wants things to be better. She never got the chance to really strive for it back then when she had nothing to latch onto. But now that she’s got friends, Tomoko realizes that she can feasibly make some of those ideals a reality.

Their unbridled admiration is sweeter than diabetes.

Insert long-winded discussion of a related social phenomenon that probably exists, but the author is too lazy to research here.

She...didn’t deny it.

Character development...I guess?

I was wondering where Tomoko would draw the line on her slut-shaming towards Fuuka. Granted, it’s probably easier to feel empathy when you can see that shit happening from other people rather than yourself.

But seriously, Katou? Pimping out your friend? You terrify me more and more with each passing chapter.

See what I’ve been getting at? Tomoko knows that realistically speaking, her summer is probably not going to be anything extraordinary. Inconveniences will occur, moments of boredom will arise, and missed opportunities will transpire. But as I’ve reiterated time and again, even those “plain” experiences can become delightful memories when shared with those you care about.

That’s going to be a crucial feeling from this point on, it looks like. ‘Cause based on Yuri’s expression, she may have the most difficulty resonating with that kind of emotion. Let's see just how Yuri handles an expanding social circle–Tomoko included–that’s a little more bright-eyed than she is.

We’re in the seventh inning stretch of Tomoko’s third year, and time will only tell if it ends in a victory.

#watamote #watamote review #chapter 166 #no matter how i look at it it's you guys' fault i'm not popular!#tomoko kuroki #asuka katou #akane okada #yuri tamura #mako tanaka #kotomi komiyama #hikari itou #hina nemoto #sakaki fuuka #emiri uchi #review

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sunnyie-eve · 4 years ago

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Chapter 36 | Gut Feeling

Series: Unnatural

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Untrustworthy, Loss of a loved one,

"Lydia is the psychic. Not you." Scott says leaving the locker room. Stiles points out that Lydia is not a psychic but a Banshee. "Bella is more the psychic." Stiles mumbles looking at me. "You are right though, Stiles. Something is off about Theo because his story didn't work for me. Usually when I hear people tell a story that happened to them, I can feel what they went through or I can see it and feel it. I didn't see nor feel his story about getting bit by a werewolf. He lied Stiles." I say making him run out the locker too leaving me alone. "Okay, bye!" I say slowly leaving the locker room too.

"BELLA!" I hear Mason yell behind me running up to me. "What up?" I ask seeing him hold a book. "Have you ever heard of Berserkers?" He shows me a picture in his book. "Where did you get this book?" I laugh a little. "Purchased it for $200 which is totally worth it. So have you?" He asks and I just nod my head, "Yeah. I'm a big nerd when it comes to things that aren't natural. Look I gotta get going have fun reading your new book." I pat his back speed walking off to find Liam. "Hey you, child!" I yell pointing my finger at him at his locker. "Two years, Bella." He groans at me. "Mason bought a $200 book to find out what he saw." I say making him sigh, "You know you're going to have to tell him about everything at some point right?" He glares at me with a head nod. "You're his friend too, you tell him." I cross my arms at him, "You're his best friend. This is all on you and I think he would be exited." I sing walking off. "I hate you Bella!" He yells. "Love you too!"

Sometime later Stiles finds me outside working on school work. "Come on! Let's go! Liam is waiting in the jeep!" I look at him confused. "What?" I ask putting my work up and Stiles picks me up walking us to his jeep. "I got more stuff on Theo." He says putting me down and I get in the back since Liam was in the front seat. "What's a Criminal Tremor?" Liam ask holding pagers which Stiles takes from him. "Doesn't matter." Stiles says annoyed so I answer him, "It's the tiny shake in writing that is indicative of forgery. It's when the person grips the pen too tightly in concentration while writing." I say leaning forward to look at both the papers only two see two different guys but I keep quiet.

Finally after watching Theo play video games for three hours we follow him to the woods. Liam remembers that he was supposed to meet Mason at school to work out, and couldn't tell him what he was really up to because he's yet to explain that he is a werewolf. Stiles says he and Scott already gave him their permission to tell Mason, and that he has already seen Stilinski blow up a berserker with a landmine. Liam says it's not that easy but Stiles says he should because it is always better when they know. "He's right Liam, I already told you to do it." I tell him only making him rant about what ifs till we hear a sound as see he fell in a hole.

We catch up to Theo and find him standing on the bridge. Stiles has Liam and me use our ability to determine his scent, but I instead feel pain from a broken leg, and freezing to death. Tara was trapped with a broken leg in the freezing creek. Resulting in getting hypothermia while calling out to Theo for help. "Stiles." I try pushing him away and it finally hits him, "Oh my god." He grabs Liam pushing him telling him we have to go. Stiles explains to Liam that Theo's sister who got lost in the woods, died of exposure and found her at the bridge. "Doesn't sound evil." Liam says and I hit Stiles making him look at Theo in the tree. Theo jumps down giving us a smile, "What you guys doing?" Liam lets out a low growl so me and Stiles hold him. Theo begins again to lay on the charm on us. Stiles shows him the handwriting samples from his father and says they were signed by two different people. Theo offers to give a DNA sample but Stiles points out he has nothing from fourth grade with which to compare it. Theo tries his charm again saying he came back to Beacon Hills not just for Scott but for Stiles or someone like him. He needs someone good and loyal and willing to go to great lengths to protect his friends. "Same goes for you Bella. You will do anything to look after your friends." Theo then goes to say he is meant to be part of this pack.

The three of us see Scott waiting for us when we get back to Stiles' Jeep. Scott realizes immediately that Theo was in the woods to pay respects to his dead sister. Stiles tries to start the jeep but the alternator or electrical system will not cooperate. Stiles asks Liam to get in the driver's seat while he checks under the hood. Scott and Stiles argue with Stiles becoming more and more frustrated by the engine trouble and the conversation. Scott points out that Stiles hasn't trusted many of their friends at one time or another. He mentions Derek, Kira and Liam. Stiles points out that he was right about Peter. Stile says Scott probably still thinks there is something in Peter that can be saved. Scott says maybe that's true.

The argument comes to a head when a very calm Scotts asks a very angry Stiles why he can't trust more and Stiles replies it's because Scott trusts too much. Stiles slams his fist into the front of the Jeep injuring his hand. Scott takes his friend's hand and draws out the pain and injury. The Jeep suddenly starts and I can't keep quiet any longer, "Stiles is right about the signatures. When I took the papers to look at it I saw two different men signing their name." Scott looks at me disappointed. "That doesn't mean anything is wrong." I shake my head at him. "You're too trustworthy, Scott. Liam lets get you back to school." I grab his hand teleporting to School.

"I think I'm going to tell Mason everything. Bella, will you please be with me when I do." He begs me hanging on my arm. "Fine, I be there for you." I give in and he kisses my cheek, "You are the best, come on!" He grabs my hand pulling me with him. When we find Mason outside he was already finished working out and angry Liam didn't call. Liam apologizes and tells Mason that he has lots of thing to tell him really and I see Mason look behind us. I turn around to see a black wolf. "There's a wolf right behind you." Mason tells Liam again and I making him look at it with me. "That's a wolf." Liam says as the wolf growls at us and I grab Mason's arm running inside and Liam follows. "Liam, it would be a good time!" I yell as we run down the hallway making him yell at me. "Why me!" I stop giving him a look and he turns back baring his fangs and growls at the wolf. "There's something I gotta tell you." Liam looks at Mason who looks excited. "You're a werewolf." Mason smiles making me nudge Liam, "Told you."

The next day at school, Lydia is explaining to Malia, me, Stiles, Liam, Scott and Mason about Tracy's night terrors. Stiles says Tracy is now the night terror and nobody can find her. Scott points out that we're all tired and miserable, except for Mason who seems to think the whole thing is really cool. He indicates Kira and says "You're a Kitsune. I don't even know what that is." Kira says she's still learning about it herself. Stiles chastises Liam saying they told him he should tell Mason not invite him into the inner circle. Mason is even more excited by this notion but is quickly shot down when Stiles and Liam say he is not part of the inner circle. Scott believes we should be able to find Tracy since she is a lone wolf. Malia points out that she is a lone serial killing wolf to which Stiles says she only killed one person. Malia suggests they kill her once we catch her as Scott says we should concentrate on catching her first.

Before AP Biology starts Theo turns to me and doesn't say anything to me. "Yes, Theo?" I ask turning my head to look at him. "Are you with Stiles not trusting me?" I let out a sigh with a slight head nod. "I actually am. Only because when I feel like something is off and 99% of the time I'm right." He nods his head, "There's still that 1% you can be wrong." I laugh shaking my head. "Theo since you seem to know what everyone is... What am I?" I turn my whole body to face him. "A werewolf." He pauses and I could tell he wasn't sure about me. "I'm also a Witch, Theo. Scott had to bite me in order to save my life." He looks interested in me. "So you're a hybrid which makes you super powerful." He says as Mrs Flinch passes out our test. "Yes, that's why last year I was worth $28 to 30 million. Theo, I know something is off about you because I feel it and saw your dad isn't your dad when I touch both papers. You can't hide anything from me because I will see the truth at some point." I say making him smile as Mrs Flinch hand me with my test that I got a 100 on. "Proud of you Isabella." She smiles at me before moving on.

Liam shows up outside the door and motions for Scott to come out in the hall then looks at me doing the same. After some hesitation and some confusion on the part of his teacher, Scott motions to his ear, telling Liam to just say what he wants and Scott's werewolf hearing will pick it up and so will mine. As Liam explains that Tracy is currently at the school in Mr. Yukimura's history class I see Theo listening too. Once the fire alarm goes off Scott, me, and Liam enter the classroom to see Tracy grab Hayden's arm. We try to talk to her but it seemed that she can't seem to see or hear us. Hayden's arm begins to bleed and Tracy says they're coming. She lets go of Hayden's arm and says they're coming for all of us. She then collapses to the floor with silvery liquid ooze from her mouth and pools on the floor.

Mr. Yukimura helps Scott carry Tracy out of the school joined by Malia and Stiles. Hayden asks where they're taking her and Liam says he guesses to the hospital. He then offers to walk Hayden to the nurses' office but she refuses. "She so likes you." I laugh as we walk to meet up with Kira and Lydia, Scott is taking Tracy to the Animal Clinic to see if Deacon can figure out what's wrong. Kira wonders if Tracy has any other surviving family members and Lydia realizes that if Tracy is a werewolf, then she might have an Alpha somewhere. Kira suggests they check with Satomi. "And her pack." Liam groans looking at me. "What? Why drag me?" I whine as he goes find Mason to take him with us to go see Brett. "Because he like you and hopefully won't be a dick to me." He smiles as he drags me through the halls finding Mason. "Come on." Liam tells him still dragging me by my arm.

#teen wolf #teen wolf au #teen wolf ff #teen wolf fanfiction #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar #lydia martin #malia tate #kira yukimura #theo raeken #mason hewitt #werewolves #werecoyote #hybrid #witches #kitsune

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nellie-elizabeth · 5 years ago

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Supernatural: The Trap (15x09)

Whaaaat did I just watch though? That made me... so happy? In the sad way? You know. You get it.

Cons:

I understand that the actress playing Eileen can't be in all the rest of the episodes, but I'm still sad to see her leave. It reminds me of Mary leaving, after her resurrection - just a plotty excuse to get a certain actor out of the show for a while. I wish it wasn't necessary. Eileen had better be in several more episodes, and she had better f**king live. That's all I'm sayin'.

Jared and Jensen were clearly having fun playing vampires, which is good for them, but it was a little too cheesy for my taste. Especially when Vamp!Sam got shot and Vamp!Dean attacked Jody. That should have been actually moving - this idea that even as a monster, Dean would go berserk watching Sam die. But instead I was too distracted by Dean's silly monster attack face. It's a small thing, but still.

Pros:

So let's start with the Purgatory stuff. This whole subplot was really just an excuse for Dean to emotionally apologize to Cas, and you know what? I am not mad about it. Really, it's a simple quest - get in, find magic flower, get out, create weapon to trap Chuck. So instead of watching two people hunt monsters, grab a flower, and get the hell out of dodge, we focus on the emotional aspect of this relationship.

First off, I love that Dean and Cas have to go into Purgatory knowing that Chuck has Eileen and Sam. You can see how torn Dean is, how every instinct is telling him to run to his brother immediately. But Cas is done caving to whatever Dean wants. He's scared for Sam too, but he knows that the only way to defeat Chuck is to follow through on Michael's plan. Once they're there, Dean is continually pissy, and Cas just doesn't have time for it. He scoffs at Dean's suggestion that they split up, and then later, as they are following their captive Leviathan to the flower they need, we get the exchange that everyone is already talking about: "You left." "I left, but you didn't stop me." Like... excuse me? That's the most... that's just... how is that not two exes being angry and bitter and heartbroken with each other? It was so much!

And then they get separated, and Dean searches for him. When there's only thirty minutes left until the rift closes, he realizes that he might have to leave Cas behind in Purgatory. For the second time. I love everything that goes unspoken here, because I truly believe that Dean would stay in Purgatory, and miss his chance to go home, to keep looking for Cas. But he can't do that, because Chuck has Sam. The prayer was... it was a lot. I know some people were disappointed and wanted some big declaration of love, but my expectations have always been pretty low when it comes to Destiel content.

So... to see Dean pray to Cas, literally fall to his knees part way through that prayer, to see him apologize, to see him say "of course I forgive you" and "you're my best friend," to see him acknowledging his own anger and how he takes it out on Cas, and how that isn't fair... I was overwhelmed. And Jensen really didn't pull any punches with the emotional nature of his reaction. We've seen a lot of dramatic angst speeches from Dean over the years - it's one of the show's trademarks. This isn't even the first time we've seen one of these speeches that's mostly about Cas. But this one isn't the typical "single man tear" type. Dean is openly weeping, his voice cracking as he repeats "I hope you can hear me." He thinks he might be saying goodbye to Cas forever, and it's so fucking powerful.

And that hug! Cas waiting by the rift for the last possible second, Dean planning to do the same, and then - they're reunited, and Cas got what they came for in the first place! I loved the hug, I loved Cas telling Dean: "I heard your prayer." It's just so - intimate. Dean praying to Cas is intimate, and it always has been, and it kind of drives me bonkers that it even exists.

Benny being dead was an interesting choice... they got the actor to come back for at least one scene, so it's odd not to see him here. That said, I appreciated that the writers didn't forget about him. Of course Dean would ask. And we also see Cas offering his sympathies, which leads in to their snippy exchange.

Let's go ahead and turn to the main plot of the night... Chuck systematically breaking Sammy's heart and fortitude. I am eMOTIONAL right now. I love that Chuck uses Eileen to cut Sam, that is just so dark and twisted and awful, and I felt so bad for both of them. But this isn't enough to break Sam Winchester, of course.

So Chuck tries a different tack, showing Sam what will happen if Dean and Cas swoop in and save the day, and defeat Chuck. The grim reality of the future is this: without God in place to keep balance, the monsters will start to take over the world, and Sam and Dean will not be able to stem the tide. That's the big picture, and it's what Chuck eventually explains to Sam... but in the immediate reality of it, Sam can only focus on the fact that their allies will slowly die around them - Donna and the girls, leaving Jody bereft, Eileen, leaving Sam bereft... even Cas gets buried in the box because the Mark turned him dark-side. And that at the end of all of this, Sam wants to go out swinging, while Dean wants to give up. It ends with Sam and Dean becoming vampires, and Jody and Bobby coming along to take them out once and for all. That's the reality waiting at the end of the line, if Chuck is defeated.

I hate to talk more about Destiel (haha no I don't), but I just have to point out that Dean identifies the moment when he lost all hope as the moment when he had to bury Cas. That's true love, baby! And Sam's increasingly frantic energy was really tough to watch, especially when we know that in this imagined future, Sam and Eileen formed a real relationship, and then he lost her. We start off this whole future by seeing Sam, Eileen, Dean, and Cas all apparently living together in the bunker, researching for cases, having movie nights... and then Jody calls to tell them that Claire is dead, and that's what starts the nightmare spiral.

And it gets worse than that - if Chuck is defeated, this is the apparent outcome. If Chuck isn't defeated, we go back to the whole "Cain and Abel" thing, where Sam and Dean are destined to kill each other. Chuck informs Dean, after Dean and Cas show up to save the day, that these weren't Chuck's planned endings. They were other versions of Sam and Dean, other ways that their story ended over the many different versions of Earth that Chuck has created.

Well, that's grim. I really enjoyed tracking the idea of "hope" as it's presented in this episode. Sam refuses to let Chuck get to him for a really long time, but one of the reasons that he loses hope, ultimately, and doesn't trap Chuck, is because he sees this future where Dean loses hope. Where instead of going out like Butch and Sundance, you have Sam basically forcing Dean to continue hunting, by threatening to go into reckless fights by himself. Of course Dean would never let Sam do that, even though he's lost his heart for hunting because his husband is gone. But then in our current reality, we see that Sam has lost hope, but Dean has not. Even as Chuck says that the dark ending is inevitable, Dean says no. Not this Sam. Not this Dean.

It's so fascinating, because it was Dean earlier this season who said that he couldn't even tell what was real anymore, but now, with his relationship with Cas newly repaired, he seems to have hit his second wind. He'll hold the torch of optimism while Sam cannot.

Eileen and Sam finally kissed, and of course they had to make it bittersweet! She needs some time away, she can't stay when she's so uncertain about what's real anymore. Chuck has manipulated their relationship, bringing them back together in order to prove a point. And that sucks, and it feeds in to Sam and Dean's fears about their free will... but it doesn't mean that Eileen and Sam's feelings for each other aren't real. I have hopes that Eileen will grapple with that off screen, and come back to help kick some ass by the time the finale roles around. Also the kiss was really sweet and soft and I want Sam to be happy SO BAD.

One final note: Sam didn't crush the magic orb thingy that was supposed to trap Chuck, making Dean and Cas' harrowing trip to Purgatory pointless. I was worried that this would cause a rift between the brothers, but instead, when Sam says that he believes Chuck's vision of the future, and how bad things will get without him around, Dean just says: "that's good enough for me." I love the fact that they are on the same page, and that here going into the endgame, we can have a united front.

One final final note: It looks like Jack is making a return! Place your bets now - will Jack replace Chuck as God, restoring balance and allowing our heroes the chance to defeat our ultimate Big Bad? I gotta say, I don't hate that as an ending to the show!

9.5/10

#review #supernatural #supernatural review #spn #spn 15x09

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you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus · 6 years ago

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Cyrus’ Dictionary

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Summary: Cyrus has always been good with words; there’s a reason English is his favorite subject. But with TJ, he seems to be at a loss for words. When they get paired up for a summer assignment, Cyrus slowly starts to build a new dictionary. One that involves TJ and everything they do together. Along the way, maybe he’ll find the words to tell him how he feels.

Chapter 12: Kalon

Word Count: 2571

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Light poured into the tree house the next morning through all the leaves. Patches of warm, golden sunlight patterned the boys. A strip of light fell across Cyrus’ face, causing him to stir a little and out stretch his limbs. He hit something, or rather someone, and was a little startled to note TJ was there with him. He blinked his eyes a few times, remembering the events of last night. Smiling to himself, he rested on his arm, looking at TJ, who was still sleeping.

Up close he was able to see all his freckles; a small collection by his ear, a few on his right cheek, and a smatter of them across his nose. His glasses had slid off during the night, seeing at they were a few feet away from him. His hair that was normally neatly combed back was sticking out in all different directions, some of it coming down and hiding some of his forehead. His long lashes brushed his skin ever so lightly, the stark contrast of the dark lashes against his fair skin evident in the light. His nose, a little upturned, blowing out soft puffs of air as he slept. It was really cute.

Wait. No. Not cute. It wasn’t cute.

Cyrus tried to shake that possibility out of his head, but it didn’t want to leave. The word cute seemed to now be permanently ingrained in his brain. He felt his heart hitting his ribcage, feeling like he was going to break his bones, it was beating so hard. He scrambled off of TJ, pushing his arm hard enough to wake him up, stretching his arms up towards one edge of the tree house.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to wake you,” Cyrus stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I-I just realized that I have to get my stuff from Andi’s house,” he lied. Okay, well it wasn’t a complete lie.

TJ rubbed his eyes, reaching and grabbing his glasses. “Oh, okay. Do you wanna get some breakfast? I can m-”

“-no, that’s fine,” Cyrus cut in quickly, scrambling to his feet, “I’m not huge on breakfast,”

“You inhale pancakes like a vacuum,” TJ mumbled, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I’m not hungry,” he lied again, “I’ll see you later,” he mumbled, climbing down the first few rungs of the ladder and jumping onto the ground. He started running towards Andi’s house, leaving behind a very confused and slightly hurt TJ.

TJ shut the door, rubbing his eyes as he strolled into the kitchen. “Morning,” he mumbled, seeing Amber already making breakfast, “pancakes?”

Amber nodded, flipping one over with a satisfying sizzle. “Why were you outside?” she asked, setting the spatula aside, “go for an early morning run?”

TJ shook his head, grabbing a pancake off the top of the stack and taking a bite out of it. “Cyrus came by last night at around two in the morning. Said he couldn’t sleep,” he explained as he chewed, “so we went up in the tree house and talked and then we fell asleep,”

Amber shook her head, ladling another spoonful of batter onto the griddle. “Why are you guys actually dating,” she mused, a smile dancing on her lips.

“We’re not,” he groaned, “he left this morning in a hurry, like he just didn’t want to be around me,”

“You know that’s so far from the truth,” Amber reminded him, “Cyrus really cares about you, and loves spending time with you. I’m more mature so I should know,”

“Should but shorn’t,” TJ mumbled, grabbing another pancake and heading upstairs.

Cyrus paced outside Jonah’s door, waiting for it to open. What if he didn’t answer? What if he thought something was seriously wrong and didn’t want to be bothered by him? Ah, the many thoughts of an anxiety-ridden teenager.

“Cy, what’s up?” Jonah greeted him, ushering him inside.

“We have a problem,” Cyrus groaned, slipping off his shoes and taking a seat on the couch. He pulled his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.

“Care to explain?” Jonah asked, grabbing some pretzels from the kitchen and pouring them into a bowl. He set them down on the table and took a seat by Cyrus.

“I hate emotions. They’re too confusing,” he mumbled, taking a pretzel and nibbling on it like a squirrel.

“You’re telling me,” Jonah chuckled, “what’s this about?”

And here we go, Cyrus thought to himself. He knew exactly what it was about, but he didn’t want to say it out loud. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And that scared him

“TJ,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He honestly hoped that Jonah didn’t hear him over the crunching of his pretzels, but given his shift in expression, he probably did.

“Oh?” Jonah smirked, setting the pretzels aside and batting his lashes, “tell me everything,”

Cyrus shoved him gently; was it really that obvious? “I think I have a small crush on TJ and I don’t want to talk about it,” he stated, his cheeks turning a shade pinker at the mention of TJ. Now he remembered why he hated having crushes so much.

“Small?” Jonah challenged, raising his brows.

“Fine, not so small. Leave me alone,” he pouted, putting his head between his knees.

“So you’re here because. . .?” Jonah trailed.

Cyrus sighed, bringing his head up slightly. “Sorry. I don’t mean to take this out on you,” he apologized, “I just. . .don’t know who else to come to about this,”

“You didn’t think to go to Andi or Buffy?” Jonah asked.

Cyrus shook his head, wincing at the very idea. “They already think we should be dating. If I told them that I liked him, they’d go berserk and probably tell him,”

Jonah nodded, seeming to understand. “So, what are you gonna do? About the TJ thing,”

Cyrus looked at him like he’d just suggested to commit a murder. “Do? Nothing. Just sit and pine hopelessly until this crush thing blows over,” he supplied. Just like I did with you.

“Look,” Jonah hesitated, “I know I can be oblivious, but like. . .you gotta admit,”

Cyrus let out another groan, putting his hands over his face. “Not you too,” he whined.

“Sorry,” Jonah mumbled, running his fingers down the groove of the couch.

Cyrus waved him off, offering a sympathetic smile. “It’s fine. It’s just. . .complicated. He’s my best friend, and I don’t wanna ruin things between us,”

“I’ll try not to feel too hurt that he’s your best friend,” Jonah chuckled, “If he’s really your best friend, and he doesn’t return feelings, things will still be okay between you guys. I promise,” he assured Cyrus, “I mean, we’re still friends,”

Cyrus quirked a brow. “What?”

Jonah laughed, putting a hand on Cyrus’ shoulder. “You think I didn’t know you had a crush on me?”

Cyrus was stunned, to say the least. Jonah Oblivious Beck knew that he had a crush on him. “Did Buffy tell you? Andi?”

Jonah shook his head. “I’m not blind, dude. I didn’t wanna tell you until you were over it so I didn’t freak you out,” he explained, “and if you wanted to tell me, things weren’t gonna change, you know,”

Cyrus felt like he was going to faint, or worse, start crying. “Oh,” is the only thing he said, embarrassed beyond words.

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. You’re over it, I’m with Walker and you’re. . .basically with TJ,” he chuckled.

Cyrus rolled his eyes. “If by basically you mean basically friends, then yeah, sure,”

“Whatever you say,” Jonah said, shaking his head.

“Chocolate is the best of all flavors,” Amber argued, looking to Walker, “back me up on this?”

Walker looked between the girls, Amber with chocolate ice cream and Andi with strawberry. Andi gave him a knowing look, bringing up a finger and dragging it across her throat.

“You know, best is a strong word,” he dodged the question, returning to his mint-chocolate, “I don’t think there really is a best,”

Andi rolled her eyes. “I could be ten dollars richer here,” she mumbled, taking a bite out of her ice cream.

“If I say chocolate, will you split the money with me?” Walker asked, earning a glare from Amber.

“You weren’t supposed to tell him,” she pouted, “that’s not fair,”

Andi shrugged, getting some of the chocolate ice cream around her mouth and on her nose. “Life’s fair because it’s unfair to everyone.” she mused.

Amber sighed, finishing off her ice cream and grabbing a napkin. “You need it,” she noted, reaching over and wiping the other girl’s face.

“Thanks,” Andi mumbled, finishing off her ice cream and reaching into her pocket, “here, this is for you,” she said. Andi pulled out the bracelet, showing it to Amber who instantly took it into her hands.

“After the last debacle of the bracelets, you made me one?” she said, although it came out more like a question. Her fingers gingerly brushed over the intricate weaving, holding the delicate tassels in her hands.

“This one’s different. I’m sure of it,” she assured her, taking the bracelet back and tying it around Amber’s wrist.

“You guys do make a cute couple,” Walker cut in, smiling.

“If you’re trying to get back on my good side, it’s not working,” Amber chuckled, tossing the napkin in the trash.

“If I’m being honest, mint-chip is the best,”

Both girls turned towards him, bewildered expressions on their faces. “Walker!”

6/27

Today I talked to jonah about me and TJ. I think that I’m starting to have a small crush on him. Okay, that’s a lie, it’s a normal crush. . .fine, a big crush. I have a crush on my best friend and I don’t know what to do about it. Obviously I’m not blind, I can see that TJ’s objectively attractive, but it’s so much more than that. He’s so kind, and thoughtful, and radiates so much confidence that it’s infectious. His beauty is far more than skin deep.

He paused, taking out his phone and googling his last phrase.

beauty that is more than skin deep

The word popped up underneath, and Cyrus flipped to the back of his journal to jot it down.

kalon: beauty that is more than skin deep

Returning back to the journal entry, he tapped his pen against the paper, unsure of what else to write. Nothing was coming to him; for once, he was at a loss for words. Setting his journal aside, he grabbed his phone and opened another tab.

search: i think i like my best friend

search: what to do if i have a crush on my best friend

search: my best friend and i are gay and i think i like him

search: how to get over a crush on your best friend

search: do i like my best friend quiz

search: does he like me or does he just want to be friends quiz

After what felt like hours scouring the internet, Cyrus felt like he was still nowhere. All the sites and quizzes said that it was possible that TJ could like him, but there was still that hint of uncertainty. And that was precisely what was holding him back. That little thread of insecurity, the soft but persistent ‘what if’ lingering in the back of his mind.

“I like TJ,” he whispered to himself. It felt . . . all the more real now that he’d finally said it. Because now it existed not only as a part of his mind, but outside of his mind. It was out there; and that scared him more than anything.

6/27

I don’t know what to do about Buffy. I think ever since this ‘I love you’ thing, things have been weird between us. I feel like we can’t hang out like usual, and I miss that. I miss all the little things that came with being us, being Buffy and Marty. Randomly racing each other to the end of the streets. Seeing who could make the best grilled cheese. Who could go the longest without crying at a movie. I miss everything. Do we need a break? Are we better off as friends?

Marty let out a frustrated breath, and shut his journal, tossing it onto his desk. Grabbing his pair of sneakers from under his desk, he came down the stairs and headed outside. He started running, trying to clear his head, turning left and not stopping until he collided with someone and was on the ground.

“Watch it,” came the other voice, and Marty thought he had really hit his head hard.

“Buffy?”

“Marty?”

The two of them stared at each other; Buffy also sported sneakers and athletic wear. Evidently, she was also going for a run.

“Um. . .hi,” he managed, regaining his sense of breath.

“Hey,” she said, helping him to his feet, “you okay?”

Marty nodded, knowing fully he was lying. “I-uh, yeah, yeah totally. I’m totally and completely. . .fine,” he cracked, blowing out a puff of air.

“Marty,” Buffy said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, “just. . .say what’s on your mind,”

“I don’t know about. . .us,” he whispered after a pause, gesturing vaguely.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I said I loved you, for fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, screwing his eyes tight and willing himself not to cry, “doesn’t that. . .freak you out a little?”

Buffy hesitated, her hand lingering on his shoulder. “I mean. . .I was a little surprised, but I still like you a lot, Marty. I’m just not sure about love. I don’t know what it’s like,” she admitted, knitting her hands together.

Marty kept his head down; he knew the moment he met her eyes he would start crying, and he was not about to do that. “I get it,” he deadpanned. He wondered if biology could explain this pain he felt in his chest; he was fairly certain it wasn’t from the writing.

“We’re still us, right? Buffy and Marty?” Buffy asked, linking her pinky with Marty’s.

Marty nodded, smiling weakly. “Yeah. Still us,”

Buffy unlinked their pinkies and pulled him in for a hug. She could feel him nearly collapse underneath him, and she didn’t pull away. She felt more out of breath than she did when she was running, and worried that her heart was pounding so hard that she was going to bruise Marty’s ribcage. It was a surge of emotions she hadn’t felt before, and that scared her.

Marty pulled back, giving her a nod before taking off for the rest of his run, a little bruised from the fall. Buffy stood there, frozen, watching as her boyfriend shrunk in the distance. She put a hand over her heart, feeling it flutter. Her chest ached with a sense of longing; she wanted nothing more right now than to be with Marty. Sitting with him, holding his hand, watching a movie, peppering him with kisses whenever it got boring. . .

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, turning on her heel to go home, “shit, shit, shit,” she whispered, shaking her head as if it could get rid of this feeling. This strange feeling that she’d never felt before. It felt eerily similar to. . .no. She wasn’t going to say it; she didn’t even want to say it. Once she said it, it was like the paint drying; permanent, and couldn’t be undone.

Great.

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darksoulszine · 6 years ago

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Interview with Bolterfist

Today we interview Bolterfist! One of our contributors in THE FIRST FLAME.

Q: How did you get into making art and for how long have you been doing it?

I've been drawing since I was a kid, but I really have my grandma to thank for the fact I still am so passionate about art today. She's an incredible painter and has been nurturing and supporting my art as long as I can remember.

Q: What traditional media or digital program do you prefer to use and why?

I mostly use digital and CSP, but I dabble in traditional with ballpoint pen. CSP is affordable, works with a wide array of hardware (I use an UGEE), and is extremely capable and flexible. Highly recommend it, especially if you're looking for a Photoshop alternative that isn't a billion $$$$$$$$$$$$

Q: Do you mostly make fan art or are there original works you are also passionate about?

I make a lot of fan art, right now a big interest for me is Warhammer 40k/HH. Besides painting models a bit, I draw lots of art of my fanchapter, and maybe some comics in the future as well. I also like drawing art from my dnd campaign and I'm working on a story/comic with another artist.

Q: Is there any artist or art movement that inspires you? Which ones?

I really enjoy concept art, comics of all kinds, and renaissance sculpture.

Q: What would you say to someone who is willing to dedicate their life to art, but doesn’t take that step because of the risks?

If you've got the dedication

there's nothing to be afraid of. Practice, have patience, and utilize good networking skills and you'll be fine.

That said, I haven't and don't plan on entering the field of professional art, but there are some really friendly and amazing artists out there in professional fields that talk about their experiences publicly and offer advice they have for breaking into their field.

Q: What do you like about being an artist?

I can make anything I fuckin want!!!!!

Q: Show us some of your favorite artworks that you made and tell us why.

This was my first finished souls fanart. I had a profound experience with Laurentius' death that lead me down toward Ash Lake and ended up inspired the piece. I had a plan to make a series of prints similar in theme to this, but I haven't gotten around to it.

I'm relatively new to painting, digital or otherwise, and this is one of the first full paintings I've made.

Kentaro Miura's art really blows me away but this part in Berserk in particular I was really taken with.

Q: Where can we find more of your work? Are there any personal projects you would like to share?

Right now I post most of my art and doodles on my twitter: https://twitter.com/bolterfist and my finished works on artstation: https://www.artstation.com/bolterfist

I mentioned earlier that I'm working on a story/comic with a friend, so I'll take some time to talk about it. It's about a crew that does odd jobs/intergalactic cargo hauling. Think kind of a bebop/gintama/80's-90's scifi vibe. It's not to a point I can publish it online yet, but if that interests you at all, stick around! It's called Headspace.

Q: What order did you play the soulsborne games in? Which is your favorite?

Dark souls, Demon's souls, Bloodborne, Dark souls III. Dark souls and Bloodborne are my favourites. I still need to play DSII and Sekiro.

Q: When you got eaten by a mimic for the first time, what did you yell out loud?

“nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

Q: Any memorable Dark Souls gaming moments you'd like to share?

One of the most memorable parts of Dark Souls to me was the first time I entered the depths. You go from a wide outdoor area, seeing the sky, traversing castles, seeing drakes flying around, talkin to peeps... Then you open this door to just this dark, stale, dank, quiet spot and I remember getting the chills and thinking "Oh shit, I gotta go in there???" It's still one of my favourite spots in the game.

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recentanimenews · 6 years ago

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Fan Community Shines at Shield Hero Manga Signing

On a humid spring day in San Francisco, fans of the smash hit The Rising of the Shield Hero gathered on the second floor of Japanese bookstore Kinokuniya. Aiya Kyu, the artist adapting the Shield Hero light novels into manga form would soon take a seat in front of dozens of passionate fans. The event would be comprised of a formal interview, a fan Q&A session, a live-drawing, and a book signing. In the hour leading up to the event, the sense of anticipation was palpable–the air was electric.

The room at Kinokuniya was standing room only!

During the event, two fans cosplaying Naofumi and Raphtalia entered the store and were immediately swarmed with people requesting their photos! With good reason–they looked absolutely amazing.

Even Naofumi and Raphtalia showed up for the event.

Fans were also able to peruse a selection of Shield Hero merchandise ranging from T-shirts to manga and light novels.

As the manga artist, Aiya Kyu, took to the stage, the room fell silent. There was a really strong sense of reverence in the room–every eye in the audience was trained on Aiya-sensei as she answered questions and performed the live drawing.

Aiya Kyu effortlessly inking a pensive Naofumi.

Throughout the event, I noticed something really wonderful–people who were complete strangers before the event were talking to one another and building immediate friendships over their shared love of this story. I saw people connecting over their favorite story moments, comparing differences between the light novels, the manga, and the anime adaptation, and never once did I hear any of the typical gatekeeping that so often comes with discussions of anime adaptations and their source material. The fans who were here just wanted to connect with the creator behind something special to them, and to meet other people who loved the same thing they did. This is a really special community of fans, and this event represents the real, powerful ability of anime to bring people together.

Included below is a full transcript of the interview and Fan Q&A.

Interview

(Transcription credit: Kevin Matyi)

Tim Lyu (Crunchyroll Host): So, Aiya-sensei, how do you like San Francisco?

Aiya Kyu: It’s a very good place to spend your days, and I actually went around doing a lot of tourist-y stuff yesterday.

TL: Fantastic. Okay, let’s go and get straight into the in-depth questions–when did you start drawing manga, and how did you break into the industry?

AK: I always loved drawing. Ever since I was a child I was like, “I want to draw for a living,” so basically I went to school specifically for this kind of vocation. I was a manga assistant, then, finally I became my own manga artist.

TL: So how did you become involved in adapting The Rising of the Shield Hero to manga, and were you a fan of the novel before you started writing it?

AK: So I didn’t know about the series until I got the offer, and I was approached one day by the editorial staff at Monthly Comic Flappersaying “hey we have this series Shield Hero, would you like to draw a manga for it?”

TL: Many fans find Naofumi’s story to be very special and relatable. What makes Shield Hero stand out from other isekai (‘another world’) stories?

AK: So I’m sure that everyone’s gone through a time where they were betrayed or they were framed by someone else, and they felt alone in the world, so that they really feel some kind of link to Naofumi. That’s probably why they feel so much emotion for the series, and that’s also the reason why this series is so unique in the isekai genre.

TL: How closely do you work with Aneko Yusagi-san for the manga adaptation, and do they have an active role in the work?

AK: How to present a story in a manga form is slightly different than that of a novel, so we basically have a little bit of freedom, but I work very closely with Aneko-sensei to make sure that their worldview is still correct but that it still has that very manga feel to it.

TL: What has been the most challenging aspect of adapting the light novel into the manga?

AK: The most difficult part is the fact that there’s a lot more words involved in a novel, so it’s very hard to fit all of that in a manga–it gets too crowded if you try to force all of the original words in there, so trimming the fat, so to say, and making sure that it’s presentable in manga form yet still has all of the concepts that are in the original novel is the hard part.

TL: Right, because, like you talked about before, when you talk about magic in the light novel you can just spend pages explaining, but in the manga, if you keep all of that, you basically have a nice PowerPoint presentation. Y’all don’t wanna read PowerPoint presentations.

AK: (She laughs) So basically you want to preserve the tempo and feel, making sure the manga isn’t too sluggish so in more explanatory segments you try to use more art and use pictures over words to keep the flow going smoothly.

TL: Naofumi is a complex character who’s viewed as a villain but is actually deeply kind and generous. Was this a challenging character to work with?

AK: I believe the character is very easy to empathize with and you just get into it with him in the novels, so trying to keep that aspect of being easily relatable going to the manga was very difficult.

TL: One of the more popular characters, Raphtalia, is a very complex character with quite an intense backstory. How did you work to convey all of her depth in manga form?

AK: Thanks to all of the efforts of Naofumi, Raphtalia is a very strong woman nowadays, but it’s very important to remember the past that she grew up from. It’s very difficult but I always try to keep in mind her backstory and to keep the past that created what she is now.

TL: And here’s a nice little fun one: which character from Shield Hero is your favorite to draw, and why?

AK: Naofumi’s the main character, he’s central to the story, he’s easy to empathize with, so I find him easiest to draw.

(As Aiya-sensei said ‘Naofumi,’ sounds of approval and laughter spread through the crowd.)

TL: I like how the audience, when she said ‘Naofumi,’ was just like “heck yeah.”

(Tim and Aiya-sensei laugh.)

TL: Do you have anything you would like to say to the Western fans of The Rising of the Shield Hero manga?

AK: First of all, thank you for the invite to the signing event, because I wouldn’t be here to begin with if it weren’t for the novels. It’s really amazing to see so many fans here for this event. It makes me happy, and I hope that you guys all continue to like Shield Hero.

(Applause.)

A photo-op spot where anyone could become the Shield Hero!

Aiya Kyu then moved on to the Fan Q&A, starting with some questions sent in by our news readers from our article last week.

Fan Q&A

Crunchyroll News Reader: How do I improve my drawings to be a successful manga artist?

Aiya Kyu: Becoming a manga artist is not just skill–you also need luck in equal measure, but more importantly you need to be able to tell a story well, and not just draw well. So basically, in all aspects of drawing and storytelling, you just gotta keep practicing.

CRN Reader: Have you played any role playing fantasy games?

AK: In the past, I loved fantasy games and played a lot of them, but nowadays I just don’t seem to find much time to play very long games, so I haven’t been playing as much.

CRN Reader: Why have you chosen to draw this series in a more light mood than, let’s say a darker tone such as Berserk? We all understand that it’s primarily a good series and that it was drawn more light to help bring the more upbeat tone into it. However, Shield Hero has dark overtones in the story. Was this a request from Aneko Yusagi-sensei themself or was it your idea, since this was an isekai show?

AK: One big part of it was my original art style to being with. But I got very inspired by the illustrator for the original novels, Minami-sensei, and I wanted to approach that art style, so the inspiration from the original novels was a big part.

The event then transitioned into an open audience question and answer session.

Audience Question: When drawing the manga, have you experienced any emotional bonds with the characters, to the point where events that happened to characters still affect her?

Aiya Kyu: I’m sure that if I got too emotionally attached to a character, I would definitely feel some kind of emotion if something were to happen to that character, but I feel it’s better to pull back a bit and just look at the entire worldview. I always try to keep in mind to take a step back and look at the big picture instead.

Aud: Is there a character that you like drawing the least?

AK: I don’t have any particular characters that I don’t like drawing, like let’s say everyone’s least favorite character, Myne. I don’t have to really draw her as a beautiful woman so I can really relax while drawing her and so I have fun drawing her because I don’t have to make sure that she’s really cute. So I don’t have any characters that I don’t like drawing.

Aud: How does it feel drawing Mai solo?

AK: I just make sure that I give her evil looks. (Audience laughs) I just try my best to bring out the worst in her.

Aud: You already answered the question about your favorite character, but what’s your favorite shield design?

AK: I really like the small shield the best, because it’s the easiest to draw.

Aud: Were you expecting Raphtalia to become one of the most popular female characters of 2019?

AK: I really didn’t expect this at all when I was drawing the manga! I’m just transforming the already existing story into manga, so I didn’t really think too much about it.

Aud: Are there any characters that you want to see cosplayed?

AK: Let’s just keep it simple and plain. Give me Naofumi and Raphtalia.

Aud: What is your favorite character and why?

AK: I like the worldview of the series, and I like every single character. But if I really, really had to pick one, it’d be Naofumi because I find him the most fun to draw.

Aud: If you were trapped in an isekai, would you choose the shield, sword, spear or bow?

AK: Strictly speaking, if it was just for arms, I’d pick a sword.

Aud: Removing Naofumi, Raphtalia and Filo, who’s your favorite character?

AK: That’s a really hard question! If I really, really had to choose, since I like drawing monsters, maybe one of the monster characters, or Fitoria since she’s kinda somewhat a monster.

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hearthegoddessscream · 6 years ago

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Character Profile

꧁ ❦ | · THERESA CASSIDY · | ❦ ꧂

【 Biodata 】

Name: Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy Aliases: Morrigan, Banshee, Siryn, Terry, Sy,Teresa , Theresa Rourke, Tracy Cassidy, Screaming Mimi

Sex: Female Age: Early twenties to late thirties

Species: Mutant Race: Irish

Relationship Status: Single Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of Creation: Spider-Woman (1978) #37

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【 Physical Specifics 】

Hair: Red Eyes: Green

Height: 5’7 Weight: 130 Ilbs (59 kg)

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【 Relations 】

❦ Liam Cassidy Relation: Paternal Ancestor Status: Deceased

❦ Patrick Rourke Relation: Maternal Grandfather Status: Deceased

❦ Sean Cassidy/ Banshee Relation: Father Status: Deceased

❦ Maeve Rourke Cassidy Relation: Mother Status: Deceased

❦ Thomas Cassidy (Black Tom) Relation: Cousin Status: Unknown

❦ Victoria Donnely Relation: Cousin Status: Alive

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【 Quotes 】

“ My vocal cords are lethal. My estrogen level is berserk. Between Braxton-Hicks and my huge belly, I haven't slept in weeks. And I gotta pee...again. Free advice, Ms. Cooper. Never bet your life on what you think you know about a hormonal, sleep-deprived W.M.D. with a full bladder ”

”You needn’t be formal with me, sir. Most people find ‘Siryn’ an easier name to remember than Theresa Cassidy.”

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【 Personality 】

Theresa is an easy going young woman. She’s earnest and reliable. She’s a very good team player and a very dedicated leader. She actually thoroughly studied super-heroes tactics to be up to the task. After she took leadership, when Cable or Domino were moving with her team, she never doubted their legitimacy to take over.

When it comes to relationships, it’s another matter.While in a rather steady environment in Muir, she had a stable one with Madrox.While on the edge with X-Force, she was scared of getting too close, except maybe with people she won’t be seeing often.That’s how she pushed Proudstar away but was not so blunt with Deadpool.She’s certainly not an easy target.

Deep inside, she resents the lack of parental love.The Shadow King’s possession was a milestone in her http://life.It shaped her decision to join X-Force. She has a tendency to self-loathing that surfaces when she’s drunk.Before hooking with X-Force, alcohol was her way of filling these voids.

After Proudstar’s intervention, it was her teammates and her responsibility as their leader.

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【 Background History 】

Origin

Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy is the mutant daughter of Sean, the mutant who was to become known as the Banshee, and Maeve Rourke Cassidy. Soon after his marriage, Sean Cassidy, an Interpol agent, was sent on an undercover anti-terrorist mission for many months, not knowing when he left that Maeve was pregnant. Shortly after Theresa's birth, Maeve took the infant Theresa with her on a visit to her relatives in Armagh in Northern Ireland. While she was there, Maeve, an innocent bystander, was killed in an IRA (Irish Republican Army) bombing along with a number of other people. No trace of Maeve was found by the authorities and they, and Maeve's relatives who knew of Theresa's existence, assumed that Theresa had also been killed in the explosion and never told Sean that Maeve had had a daughter.

In fact, however, Black Tom Cassidy, her father's cousin and a rival for the love of her mother, had been present at the scene of the explosion and had secretly carried Theresa off with him. Black Tom suspected that Theresa might develop superhuman mutant powers as she grew older, and therefore he intended to raise her secretly so that he might exploit her powers himself. Sean was so filled with anguish when he returned and learned of Maeve's death that he left his ancestral home of Cassidy Keep and threw himself into a series of highly dangerous missions, eventually leading to his resignation from Interpol and his later involvement with the mutant villain team Factor Three.

Siryn

Theresa's sonic powers emerged at puberty and, a few years later, Black Tom began coercing her aid in committing crimes, whom she called "uncle" out of respect. At one point during high school, Theresa developed a drinking problem. However, Theresa's heart was never in a life of crime and she pursued it because the man who raised her, Black Tom, ordered her to do so. Eventually, Theresa accompanied Black Tom and his partner the Juggernaut to San Francisco.

There, employing the name Siryn, Theresa battled the original Spider-Woman and several of the X-Men. This conflict ended in Black Tom's temporary capture. While in custody, Black Tom gentlemanly exonerated Theresa of responsibility for his crimes and wrote to Sean explaining who she was. Theresa and Sean were joyfully united at Professor Charles Xavier's mansion. Theresa went to live with her father, who had since retired back at Cassidy Keep and, due to his new girlfriend Dr. Moira MacTaggart, divided their time between Cassidy Keep and Muir Island.

Fallen Angels

Sometime afterward, Theresa lived for a while at the Muir Island Mutant Research Center, owned by Dr. MacTaggert. There Theresa met, and developed a romantic relationship with Jamie Madrox, the Multiple Man. After being informed that the New Mutant Sunspot had run away, Theresa and Madrox helped to track down the young mutant.

Traveling to New York, Theresa and Jamie found Sunspot and Warlock, attempting to rob a church for food, and Gomi, propositioned Bobby da Costa to join the Fallen Angels. Vanisher appeared to further persuade the children and, while still considering, Chance and Ariel appeared and challenged Sunspot to take a chance. Then Bobby, Warlock, and the duplicate Madroxes left with the group.

After tracking the youths, Theresa and the original Madrox, met Boom-Boom and were teleported to the Valley of the Flame, on Dinosaur World, where they were joined by Moon Boy and Devil Dinosaur. After Devil Dinosaur, accidentally, crushed Don the lobster, Gomi's words of not leaving friends after an accident or tragedy struck a cord and Bobby began to second-guess his decision. After all of the mutant's powers, temporarily, went out-of-whack, due to Chance, Ariel suggested that they all leave and teleported them to the Coconut Grove, her home planet. The inhabitants of the Coconut Grove and the leader, Unipar captured the Fallen Angels, intending to use them as experiments to continue their evolution, but the Angels worked together to defeat them and return home. Sunspot and Warlock decided to return to the New Mutants, but Siryn and Madrox chose to remain with the Angels instead of going home to Muir Island.

Muir Island

Siryn eventually returned to Muir Island, only to get caught up in the Shadow King's telepathic influence. When the X-Men came to Muir to investigate, Siryn ended up fighting her own father Banshee, and took advantage of his feelings to beat him for the Shadow King.She was freed from Farouk's influence with the other residents after the Shadow King was defeated on the physical and astral planes.

X-Force

Later, Theresa learned of an attempt by Black Tom and the Juggernaut to bomb the World Trade Center in New York, and she joined the formative group of mutants known as X-Force in defeating them. She remained alongside the team for a long tenure, and eventually grew to become Field Leader during the absence of their former leader, Cable. On a solo adventure, Theresa encountered the mercenary Deadpool when both were tracking down activities of Black Tom. The two developed romantic feelings toward one another, but parted company.

During her time with X-Force, Theresa's teammate Warpath developed a crush on her, and later he helped Theresa recover from a relapse into alcoholism During a clash between X-Force and the villainous New Hellions, Theresa's vocal cords were severely damaged, causing her to lose her voice as well as her powers. Taking a leave of absence from the team, Theresa adjusted slowly to life without her powers, visiting with an aunt.

Soon, however, Theresa walked into an antique store where the owner put a necklace on her. Theresa immediately began to talk again and flew off, the obvious victim of a possession, similar to the type performed by the deceased villain Malice.

Later, Theresa encountered Deadpool who managed to get her to an organization that was able to heal her using the mutant healing power of their captive, the X-Men's Wolverine. Wolverine was upset at Deadpool, even after Theresa broke out of her healing tank, but Terry stood by Wade and flew off with him. What became of her possessor is unknown.

X-Corps & X-Corporation

Banshee founded a mutant team, the X-Corps, as a paramilitary force that could police the mutant community. The team recruited several known villains and soon they embarked on a rampage through Paris until the X-Men were able to defeat them. Even so, Banshee was left wounded and the X-Corps was disbanded. Feeling the need to help atone for her father's debacle, Theresa offered her services to the X-Corporation, a clandestine extension of the X-Men operating as mutant champions on a worldwide scale.

X-Factor Investigations

Siryn became a member of X-Factor Investigations. She was in a state of denial regarding her father's recent demise, correctly noting that many X-Men had been believed dead only to later return alive. Due to these recent traumas, Siryn was under considerable emotional strain. She was beaten by Damian Tryp, Jr. and captured by Doctor Leery. Rictor rescued her, killing Leery in the process. During the Superhuman Civil War, Theresa opposed the Registration Act and was tasked with contacting more high-profile superheroes about the Decimation. After speaking with Spider-Man, X-Factor got into contact with Quicksilver and Cyclops’ team of X-Men demanding they answer why the reason behind the Decimation was kept secret and defy the Registration Act.

One night, Madrox got drunk; Jamie Prime and a dupe he described as his libido incarnate slept with Siryn and Monet. Jamie was not sure which of them slept with the dupe. Regardless, Jamie kept it going with the both of them, afraid of revealing that he was double-timing them. After a confrontation with Singularity Investigations the members of X-Factor met with Doc Samson, who encouraged Jamie to confess the truth to Monet and Siryn. They did not take it well.

Baby Sean

Theresa discovered that she was pregnant with Madrox's child. After Mutant Town was destroyed by Arcade, X-Factor moved to Detroit. As Theresa went into labor, she proposed to Jamie who accepted. Eventually, she gave birth to a baby boy that she named Sean. Upon picking up Sean, Madrox absorbed him: he had been a dupe all along. Filled only with rage, Theresa declared after breaking Jamie's fingers that she would break his neck next time she saw him.

Banshee After disbanding the Detroit branch of X-Factor Theresa went back to Ireland where she ran into Reverend John Maddox, one of Jamie's dupes. Reverend Maddox helped Theresa cope with depression and she had a one-night stand with Deadpool. After finally coming to terms with Banshee's death and reconciling her grief, Theresa retired the codename Siryn and took her deceased father's codename as her own and began calling herself Banshee in honor of his memory.

The Morrigan As Polaris continued to mentally deteriorate, Terry asked Layle Miller to help her contact the Morrigan in an attempt to save Lorna's sanity. The Morrigan revealed that her name was actually a title that was passed down from one woman to another and that she was tired of being the Morrigan. She would help Terry by giving her the power that was needed to heal Lorna's mind. To do this, Terry had to kill the Morrigan and become the new Morrigan. Theresa accepted and killed the Morrigan using a "Banshee's scream" in the form of a sonic lance, by the Morrigan's request. With her new godly powers, Terry easily saved Lorna.

After Terry donned the title, she immediately left the team, only reappearing when Jamie Madrox prayed to her while he was stuck in his demonic form because of Mephisto and the events of the contest to kill Tier Sinclair. She was initially surprised at the context of her summoning because she didn't expect this to be when Jamie summons her. She then healed Jamie and defeated the policemen that we attempting to arrest Layla. She filled Layla and Jamie in on their friends' lives, and later offered to rally the team herself but didn't because she learned that Layla and Jamie just wanted to raise their child in peace

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【 Abilities 】

Banshee is a second generation mutant and possesses sonic acoustic powers similar to those of her father:

Acoustikinesis: The ability to create various sonic effects through the combined action of her vocal cords and limited psionic powers which can only be used in conjunction with the sounds she produces.

• Sonic Scream: Siryn can cause her vocal cords to vibrate over a wide range of sonic frequencies and produce a volume of sound ranging up to at least 140 decibels. Siryn has thus the ability to shatter solid objects with a sonic scream. This ability is most likely augmented with her ability to weild mythological Banshee cries which were demonstrated as being louder than her own sonic scream.

• Flight: Siryn can use the sonic vibrations of her scream as a carrier wave.

• Sonic Lance: By focusing her sonic vibrations while screaming into an intense beam. This is used as a sort of "battering ram" that can stun or even destroy most solid objects.

• Sonar: She can use her sonic powers as a form of sonar. By sending out a precise, pure note and listening to the returning, altered wavefront of the note, she can evaluate her surroundings in total darkness with varying degrees of resolution.

• Sonic Null Field: She can project a field of silence in a area making no sound reach outside the area or no sound outside the area in.

• Sonic Amplification: She can amplify sound carrier waves allowing her to hear conversations or noises from far off.

• Sonic Shield: She can tighten sound waves around herself or others near her, making a barrier against outside attack.

• Vocal Disorientation: The ability to change someone’s balance, by affecting their equilibrium using her sonic scream.

• Vocal Trance: The ability to subtly influence peoples subconscious mind by changing the tones and vibrations of her voice using sonics, the effects tend towards blatant hypnosis. At times she's been even capable of calming down an enraged Hulk (when his rage is not so intense).

• Vocal Unconsciousness: The ability to affect the fluid in someone’s ear causing the person to go unconscious.

• Siren's Song: The ability to influence human beings with a certain pitch of her voice, causing them to fall in love with her without regard to gender or sexual orientation.

• Sound Immunity: Siryn's hearing and equilibrium are unaffected by the effects of her scream and similar abilities.

• Superhuman Vocal Stamina: Her vocal cords are tremendously strong, so that she can produce sonic effects through screaming constantly for hours at a time without noticeably tiring or injuring her vocal apparatus. Siryn's vocal cords and the interiors of her throat and mouth are also superhumanly tough, so that the intense pressures and constrictions that she produces do not cause her any injury.

• Unarmed Combat: She is well-versed in the form of unarmed combat (trained as X-Force member in Martial Arts)

Godly Physiology: After she killed the Morrigan , it is assumed that she gained all of her powers • With the power of the Morrigan, transforming her into a Celtic goddess with superhuman strength, a mystically enhanced sonic scream, powers of healing, clairvoyance, teleportation, and attuned to the needs and summons of her supplicants and worshippers • Superhuman Durability: She was able to take a direct hit from a gun that was able to destroy Layla Miller’s shield and didn't even feel discomfort.

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【 Themes 】

❦ Detroit Rock City [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZq3i94mSsQ ]

❦ Unleashed 【 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCVNRucNGE0v 】

#Marvel #theresa cassidy #Siryn #morrigan #xforce

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doodlingadventures · 6 years ago

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Spirits be with you pt 1 - beta

Hey! this is a transcription of the questline “The fallen chieftain”, regarding Vol’jin’s fate in Battle for Azeroth. It includes the quest texts, but also a few screenshots, the dialogues in between, and a bit of commentary. This is as far as we have in the beta, and there is a missing quest line between the end of this one and Talanji and Vol’jin’s cinematic, so remember that what I’m showing you now can change once it hits live.

It’s spoilers for BFA, so if you want to avoid them, stop reading and come back at a later time! (and if you’re on the app… i’m so sorry. this is going to be long).

After completing the Scenario “Zandalar Forever” and turning in the quest, Rokhan will appear on the Great Seal, offering the following quest

Zalzane returns.

Rokhan: Hero, I’ve never needed your help as much as I do this day. My home be under attack.

I only just heard myself, Master Gadrin be callin’ for aid. Zalazane, an old enemy of da Darkspears, has returned to da Echo Isles and has brought with him an army of da dead.

Zalazane be a traitor who has slain many Darkspears and defiled their souls. Will you come with me to defeat him? We can take da ship dat departs da Port of Zandalar.

Rokhan (to Talanji): I gotta borrow da champion for a bit. An old enemy somehow escaped Bwonsamdi and now be threatenin’ my home.

Talanji: My dear Rokhan, de Darkspear tribe has more than earned de aid of de Zandalar. I will join you to help as I can.

Once you take the ship and arrive to the Echo Isles, you can already see hostile undead trolls attacking the Darkspear NPCs.

(the only thing I don’t like about this is that they took the red feathers from the urn :C now it looks less like Vol’jin)

Broken Bargain.

Master Gadrin: These mindless undead just keep coming. They be far stronger than they were last time Zalazane walked this world.

Please help us drive these undead back.

The Glaive of Vol’jin.

Zen’tabra:When fighting someone who has escaped the grasp of Bwonsamdi, as Zalazane has, it is best to bring weapons that can hurt him.

In Darkspear Hold you will find the Glaive of Vol'jin. It should have enough bond with Vol'jin's spirit to aid us in this fight.

As you kill the Undead Trolls, you can hear Zalazane yelling.

Zalazane: Search, minions. Find da ashes of Vol’jin and bring them to me.

When retrieving the glaive, you can notice one of the undead just observing it.

Broken Bargain. Completion.

Master Gadrin: The dead should stay dead.

The Glaive o Vol’jin. Completion

Zen’tabra: The bond between Vol'jin and Zalazane was one of magic and bargains with loa.

The bond between Vol'jin and dis weapon was also great. Dis may be what we need to finally destroy that spirit.

Vengeance for Vol’jin.

Master Gadrin: If we mean to destroy Zalazane then we gonna need something that can damage that spirit.

Da Glaive of Vol'jin might be what we need to do this.

Zalazane be hovering near where he fell so many years ago. Rokhan and Talanji have already gone to face him. Go, slay Zalazane, and then plunge da glaive into the spirit before it can escape. Let us hope de bargain Vol'jin made be powerful enough to destroy this enemy.

When you head towards Zalazane’s fall and engage him, he has a few lines.

Zalazane:Ya not be hidin’ him from me forever. I’m gonna have my revenge on Vol’jin and all of da Darkspear!

Zalazane: I have learned much by watching Bwonsamdi as he tortured my soul. Let me show ya some of his style of voovoo.

Zalazane:Ya be tinkin’ ya can win? Ya can only delay ya destiny.

Spirit of Zalazane: Ya tink destroyin’ my body… that’s gonna stop me… from ripping ya apart?

Once you kill him, his spirit appears and starts attacking you. This is when you can activate Vol’jin’s glaive effect on use.

Spirit of Zalazane:What? Vol’jin… you could not have grown so strong without becoming… a…

(Vol’jin does not show up. Zalazane just glows for a moment and then banishes in the same effect Bwonsamdi uses to appear and disappear)

Before turning in, the characters have a few lines.

Master Gadrin: Da dead, dey be fallin’...

Rokhan: Zalazane not gonna come back from dat. Even in death, Vol’jin be watchin’ over us.

Talanji: Few spirits have ever shown such… power. Master Gadrin, I invite you to bring dis chieftain’s ashes to Atal’Dazar. If his spirit is worthy, he may have a place of honor amongst our greatest kings.

Vengeance for Vol’jin. Completion.

Master Gadrin:Da blade... it be glowin'. It never did dat before.

Squad goals.

Honoring a true leader.

Master Gadrin: Vol'jin. I have often felt our old chieftain's spirit whisperin' to me. His strength was da lifeblood of da Darkspear tribe. Some would even say he was da spirit of da true Horde.

Princess Talanji's offer is a great one. I shall travel with Vol'jin's ashes to Atal'Dazar. If ya be wishin' to join us for dis procession, meet us upon da famed Golden Road.

We take back the ship and head towards Atal’dazar’s flightpoint. Master Gadrin and Talanji are waiting for us.

Honoring a true leader. Completion.

Master Gadrin: Da power here... it be in da very earth. Da spirits be strong and ancient in dis land.

Vol’jin, son of Sen’jin.

Master Gadrin: Even in da Echo Isles we have heard of da traditions of da Golden Road. We must walk in da presence of royalty and hail da accomplishments of Vol'jin so dat his spirit be welcome here amongst da ancient kings.

I shall carry da ashes, if you light da fires. Know that any member of any other tribe may contest us. As our champion, we will need you to fend them off if they do.

The quest starts, and you follow Master Gadrin and Talanji.

Master Gadrin: We come bearin’ da ashes of Vol’jin, son of Sen’jin, ta be honored in dis sacred place.

Talanji: Dis is an honor seldom awarded to one not of Zandalar. Come, walk de path with me and share dis Vol’jin’s deeds.

There are three Braziers on the path that you must light. Each one shows a familiar scene.

First brazier lighted.

Master Gadrin: Vol’jin made a deal wit’ Bwonsamdi ta defeat da powerful Zalazane.

Vision of Vol’jin: Aid us, Bwonsamdi! Help us regain our home! Return de Darkspear to d Isles and hear your drums again! Drink your ritual offerings once more! Dis, as de Son of Sen’jin, I swear (with his old voice. It’s the scene from the old event on teh Echo Isles during Wrath).

As you try to continue your path, two sandfury challengers appear, yelling : No Horde filth gonna be worthy of dis place. We of da Sandfury challenge ya!

Master Gadrin and Talanji will simply wait for you at the next brazier while you kill these idiots. You can take your time.

Before reaching the second brazier, a Gurubashi berserker appears, bellowing: No Darkspear! No dumb trolls in fancy troll place!

Second brazier lighted.

Master Gadrin: When Zandalar tried ta unite da troll tribes, Vol’jin chose da safety of his people over da prophet’s dar powers.

Talanji: At de time, Zul’s vision of a grand troll empire was very tempting to my father. I must commend your chieftain for seeing de bigger picture.

On your way to the last brazier, a couple of Amani challengers yell : Ya not gonna be bringin’ dat Horde lovin’ traitor to dis sacred place! (bitch eat my shrapnel bombs)

Third brazier lighted.

Master Gadrin: When it be clear dat our warchief, Garrosh, be unwillin’ ta lead with honor, Vol’jin led da rebellion ta depose da warmonger.

Talanji: It is a hard thing to do what your leaders will not.

Vol’jin, son of Sen’jin. Completion.

Talanji: Vol'jin. I must admit, I am impressed with his deeds. Had we met in dis world, I am sure he and I would have had much in common.(blizzard pls)

Atal’dazar; Ashes of a Warchief.

Talanji: I have learned much of de Darkspear lately. Truth is, I have quietly admired dem since I was a little girl, hearin' of Vol'jin's defiance of Zul's reckless call to action. (girl HOW OLD ARE YOUU?!?!?!?!)

Vol'jin was Warchief of the Horde, chieftain of de Darkspear, and more troll den most can claim to be (thank you). His ashes should be honored in a place of kings and queens.

Take de ashes to Atal'Dazar with my blessing and honor your former Warchief as he deserves.

If you’re not a rogue or a hunter, you’ll need a group for this.

Past the first boss, starting at the right, there’s a small, tranquil lake where you can see the glowing silhouette of the urn.

Once you place it, Bwonsamdi will materialize.

Bwonsamdi: No, no, no, my little hero. Ya not be leavin’ dat here.

Atal’dazar; Ashes of a Warchief. Completion.

Bwonsamdi: You and I need be talkin'.

You owe me a spirit.

Bwonsamdi: Ya not leaving that here. Ol' Vol'jin not be dancin' in my house. I not be seein' his spirit for a long time.

Its absence has broken de bonds dat held Zalazane in my control. So... I want you to lift dat heavy urn, and bring it to my necropolis.

Vol'jin and I gonna have a face to face on my ground.

Then you have to go to the Necropolis, in Nazmir. The only thing different is that Zalazane’s spirit is no longer dangling at the entrance.

You owe me a spirit. Completion.

Bwonsamdi: I have waited some time for dis. Long overdue hee hee... wait a moment.

As for now, you only get the achievement “The fallen chieftain” (first half of the “spirits be with you” questline). There are no following quests to this one, yet, but if you stay, Bwonsamdi has a few extra lines.

Bwonsamdi: Be off, hero. Ain’ nothin’ for ya here now.

Bwonsamdi: Ay, Vol’jin? Come one outta dat urn. Wait… wait, wait… no! Where be da spirit?! Where be Vol’jin?

Bwonsamdi: No! No! Impossible. Da boss ain’t gonna like dis.Ol’ Bwonsamdi not be losin’ a spirit in… oh, dis be bad.

This raises a lot of questions. Like, a lot XD but for now it’s all we have. I am curious as to where they are taking this.They keep mentioning Vol’jin’s past deeds as a leader, and also the union of the tribes keeps being mentioned; in this questline, in other as you advance the story, and by a couple of “predictions” a certain NPC on the Zocalo give us. (Madame Konawla)

(I mean, she gives a lot, but these two are the most interesting regarding our current topic)

Uniting the troll tribes (this I have repeated enough on my theories xD) and “ressurection of former friend”. I can only think of Vol’jin or Zalazane , since she mentions “it will depend on your friend” (although Zalazane would only makes sense if she was talking to a darkspear, and she gives this to any race I’ve tried) If you can think of someone else please say, I get stuck very easily

Well, you know where the inbox is 8D I’ll say as soon as I find the second questline avaiable!

#world of warcraft #bfa spoilers #vol'jin #world of warcraft spoilers #battle for azeroth #spirits be with you #pt 1 #text post #long post #the fallen chieftain

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the-rodent-gentleman · 2 years ago

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The Prince of Wrath

OK, I need to get this off my chest or else I’ll go berserk.

Ever since Asmodeus showed up in episode 7 of Helluva Boss in all his sexy glory, my mind has been bursting with headcanons about the other Princes of Hell (aside from Lucifer), one in particular.

The big, bad head of Wrath himself: Satan.

Perhaps it has to do with how his app we see in that same episode implies he’s big and muscly, or how all the details we have of Wrath’s environment and residents give glimpses into his personality and values?

In any case, big thanks to the person behind this post about their own headcanons about the Big Red D himself. It really got me inspired to do some of my own cuz, oh Lord, do I!

Speaking of the aforementioned post, its ultimate conclusion is that Satan is a warmongering, bloodthirsty god-tyrant who demands maximum savagery from his subjects and revels in the spectacle of violence itself.

Honestly, given all of the context the show’s given us so far, this take makes absolute sense. I can totally see Vivziepop’s Satan being a cross between DC’s Mongul and Bleach’s Kenpachi, championing violence and bloodshed by upholding conflict while constantly on the hunt for worthy opponents himself. Any self-respecting imp would want to worship such a figure.

If I may, though, might I suggest an alternate interpretation?

A very lengthy alternate interpretation?

Appearance

First off, Satan will be jacked.

I think we can all agree on this.

Unless Vivzie pulls a MuscleBob Buffpants by giving us a Satan that’s actually a weakling (an epically hilarious thought), it’s safe to assume the Big Red D is built like a shit brickhouse.

And thicc. No joke. You’d be amazed at all the real-world art that depicts this guy with cake.

After all, he’s the king of Wrath itself which means he’d have to be sporting God knows how many pounds of raw muscle beneath his clothes as each step of his massive cloven hooves shakes the very land like an earthquake. Like Asmodeus, he would tower over his followers, his height a constant reminder of his power and authority.

As for his attire, given the Wild West/country-style aesthetics of his respective Ring, it’s safe to assume Satan will have a cowboy theme going on too, just like how Asmodeus has his whole slutty showman schtick to match the flashy lascivious clubs in Lust.

Gotta be on brand, ya know?

That said, being the leader of a such a war-driven group means he’d have to do more than dress like a simple cowboy. His looks would have to scream something that fully encapsulates him as not only a figure of worship and authority but also of chaos.

Now depicting him like a sheriff makes sense initially since that’s a position of power, except sheriffs back then only got jurisdiction over small areas - and the Ring of Wrath is assumedly anything but small. Plus again, chaos.

By that logic, making him a mayor also only works to an extent since this is a higher position, but the problem here is that it implies a certain level of detachment from the action. A big no-no for the ruler of war.

In short, neither job fully captures the feel of someone large and in charge of a land where power is the end all, be all, let alone someone who is the undisputed king of letting loose and wrecking massive shit.

Hence why I suggest a third option: gang leader.

Think about it. With all the wars and fighting Wrath’s denizens do, it makes sense to envision all of them as part of a widespread band of outlaws, further adding to the contempt towards imps like Moxxie or perhaps even Blitzo who go against the grain.

Depicting Satan this way would best capture the sense of worship offered to him by the imps, what with the sense of loyalty and all, while also sticking to the authority he has over Wrath. Plus, I can see him riding around the deserts on his own massive steed to survey his subjects to insure nobody’s getting ideas of overthrowing him (not that he wouldn’t welcome any bastards naïve enough to try).

Side note: it’d be sick if the ‘face’ we see in his exercise app turned out to be based on a mask he wears. Would really tie into his theme of putting up a tough front, which I’ll get to in a bit.

Of course, being the embodiment of a sin, Satan would have to be more akin to a gang leader god, one whose sheer strength could level an entire mountain range in seconds while his unmatchable marksmanship is the stuff of legends. A literal force of nature few would dare to question, never mind challenge.

A true undeniable king.

Except it might not be as clear-cut as that.

Backstory

One thing Helluva Boss has been consistent in is its inversion of tropes, or at least mild tweaking. Look at how Asmodeus interacts with Fizzaroli as Moxxie and Millie leave the stage in Episode 7, for example.

If we can expect hidden depths like this to be a trend for the other Sins, there’s no sure telling the kinds of nuance Vivzie and her crew could implement. After all, Hell (and Heaven for that matter) in this universe has more going on beneath the surface than appearances suggest.

And that makes sense. Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus: all the Seven Sins were somebody else before they fell. The mere fact they’re rulers of Hell now doesn’t negate certain aspects that persisted after their descent.

Then who was Satan once upon a time? What name could he have bore before becoming the Prince of Wrath?

Though the answers differ wildly across sources, one grips my imagination the hardest (mostly due to me having a certain game series on the brain).

Satanael.

God’s former enforcer and executioner. An angel of justice and fairness and, most importantly, divine retribution. The one who rebelled against a false God (perhaps an angel other than Lucifer hoping to overthrow the true Supreme Being) on behalf of humanity’s freedom.

Only for humanity to disregard said freedom in favor of blissful ignorance and mindless content, leaving the one who championed them not only disillusioned but embittered. Deeply so.

So much in fact that while he never fully lost his sense of justice after falling, he had done a complete full-reverse in his mentality regarding it, going from Right Makes Might to Might Makes Right.

In other words, you can only achieve the justice you seek as long as you have the power to do so. Otherwise, you best as hell either get out of dodge or brace yourself to get trampled.

Given the culture of the Wrath Ring, said ‘power’ is commonly taken to mean ‘physical strength’, although if Moxxie and Blitzo are any indication, imps have been exploring other avenues of strength as well (though perhaps not always with justice in mind necessarily).

Again, fitting with the Wild West theme since a good number of gunslingers in history originally came from law-abiding backgrounds while others tried to go the straight and narrow after leaving behind their criminal lifestyle - to no avail of course.

On the topic of law-abiding, someone that powerful and with experience in law enforcement would be indispensable to Lucifer as the big boss himself would need some way to maintain control over all of Hell, let alone defend it. Perhaps a second-in-command?

Which would strike me as odd considering someone like Satan would wind up ruling over imps, who rank at the absolute bottom of Hell’s hierarchy alongside hellhounds. On the one hand, you could argue this works just fine for the big guy as he has a perfectly dispensable army at his disposal.

If he couldn’t care less about his imps.

But - and humor me on this - what if he did?

If so, then surely he’d do more to better imps’ social status in Hell (even if only for the sake of his own pride), except that would entail invoking a total rehash of the hierarchy, which would require him to defy not just Lucifer who stands at the very top but the other Princes as well.

And he can’t risk depriving imps of their idol if he were to die in the attempt, let alone worsening their already god-awful reputation. After all, history would simply see a rebellion led by him as a grab for power, nothing more.

Then it hits him: who needs power most?

The weak, the feeble, the downtrodden and frustrated. The ones constantly put down for no reason other than enforcement of the social quo.

Because that’s how change and justice mean something in the first place, by starting from the bottom up. By imps along with any low-level demons who may follow rising up and putting pressure on or even uprooting the higher-ups to enact proper change.

And how do they achieve this? With the proper resources and connections, with the right tools and information. Perhaps even from some secret allies, one which happens to be a certain devil.

Yeah, the big bad Satan himself backing an imp rebellion from behind the scenes.

After all, what’s better than seeing your followers achieve their own justice? (Unless they’re like, say, Striker who’s only in it for his own personal gain. In fact, it’d interesting to discover Satan would find such a motivation disgusting.)

Personality:

As for his actual character, while we’ve already covered most of his general beliefs, there’s still plenty to extrapolate about him.

Being the Prince of Wrath in conjunction with his possible backstory, it’d be natural to assume he’s masculinity incarnate, boasting an air of swaggering confidence and dominance wherever he goes.

By that same token, he would take immense pride in his physical prowess, hence why he goes great lengths to maintain his chiseled physique, not only in strength but also in stamina, flexibility, and other bodily attributes.

In short, he’s a gym rat. A very, very big gym rat.

Furthermore, as he’s head of Hell’s military forces, he also takes care in maintaining his combat capabilities, including marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat. This way he’s always ready for a scrap, no matter the scale or opponent.

As a result, while he could come off as arrogant and aloof (and for good reason), Satan is actually very vigilant and dedicated to his job, a job so important to Hell’s stability that he imposes high (albeit somewhat narrow-minded) standards on not only himself but also his imps and to an extent others in terms of battlefield performance.

To that end, he highly values self-sufficiency as much as he does loyalty and obedience as he can’t be around to baby every single person. He’s a ruler and a commander, not a babysitter. This can also make him very unforgiving to anyone he deems a failure or weakling since, again, he has no time to coddle fools who refuse to grow spines.

Just because he might care about his imps doesn’t mean he won’t show them tough love.

On the other hand, if you are someone who succeeds in meeting his standards, expect nothing short of the utmost respect. For an imp, it’d be like finally getting the approval of a super-strict and highly accomplished father...except now they would have the immense pressure of keeping their self worthy of said approval. Yikes.

If you’re someone who can actually match him in skill and power, however, that’s when things get truly interesting.

While the canon could depict him as a scoundrel who will do anything to win, it’d be interesting if it showed him having a twisted code of honor instead. Going back to my theorized backstory for him, for Satan it’s not enough to merely win. You have to win for the sake of your ideals, prove you have what it takes to see your beliefs through no matter who stands in your way.

Perhaps in a way this could be how he secretly assures to himself that his former angelic self might have been right all along, that standing up for others isn’t weak or foolish.

That said, he could still be a massive dick. For one, he’d be above asking anyone for help because why would he, the Sin directly behind Lucifer in terms of power and authority, ever need someone’s help? He’s the one people rely on, not the other way around!

Same with showing emotion - or rather any emotion that isn’t some degree of rage, hate, joy from combat, or even just casual grumpiness. In fact, if he were to have neuroses similar to what I’ve been listing, he’d likely have a complex about seeming weak or needy, perhaps even resorting to cruel quips if he so much as thinks someone suspects those of him.

At least out in public. Behind closed doors, he could turn out to be an absolute teddy bear who has all sorts of ‘feminine’ hobbies like gardening and knitting that he wouldn’t dare reveal to anyone he isn’t close to.

Plus, he could be utterly touch-deprived and desperate for even the smallest drop of affection since being the Ruler of Wrath doesn’t seem like the kind of position where you can afford to come off as mushy.

In fact, it’d be interesting if Asmodeus weren’t the only one with a secret little relationship on the side for this very reason.

Relationships:

Speaking of relationships, it’d be both hilarious and highly ironic if Satan, the embodiment of Wrath itself, were the voice of reason among the Seven Sins.

I mean Lucifer would have to keep someone so powerful close by for more than one reason, and anyone in charge of the military forces for Hell has to be able to keep a cool head. Somebody capable of both sheer strength and complex strategy is far more intimidating than a mere brute, after all.

Granted, we may not know the personalities of the other rulers yet but if Ozzie is any indication, we can expect them to be a colorful bunch, so it’d make sense for at least somebody among them to be the levelheaded one. Honestly, I could easily see such a Satan often having to reign in the antics of Asmodeus - and possibly Leviathan too if the theatre mask app is any indication (dramatic ass sea monster king when, Vivzie?).

Basically this GIF in a nutshell.

Now while I’ve already gone in depth about how Satan might be towards his imps, it’s still worth noting that he did not deign to show up during the Harvest Moon Festival in Episode 5. Perhaps he thinks himself too above such an event or maybe he has too much on his plate to waste the time - maybe both.

In any case, there could be some level of affection Satan holds for his imps but at the end of the day he is still their leader and them his followers.

That said, I feel if he did care about his people, he might in turn have some level of contempt towards Sinners since even they rank higher than imps and hellborn in general on Hell’s hierarchy.

As for how he could view Heaven and its denizens, the Archangels in particular, well that would be plunging deep into headcanon territory (well deeper) and this post is long enough as is, so I think I’ll wrap things up right here.

Thanks for reading!

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