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fictionfixations · 23 days ago

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I FINALLY FINISHED CANTO 8 OHHH MY GOD

IM CAUGHT UP

ohhhhhhhh my god

ALSO NO MAINTENANCE LETS GOOOOOOOOO i dont know what i wouldve done after doing this fight and then it being during maintenance because not in a million years do i want to redo that fight again

technically its not that hard i know what to do i actually read shit but oh man

also i know on like previous posts i was like im gonna wait for walpurgis night and get dawn office sinclair

i kept getting knocked down to my backup units so i actually needed sinclair to.. not be level 12 (hes the last backup but oh my god does it make a difference)

so i got cinq sinclair and used like the immediately uptie to 4 thing and immediately level to 50 thing, i also threadspinned his ego from the battlepass which was GOOD because oh my god

i swear the egos from the battlepass carried me

like fluid sac carried me too (i cant believe faust survived the entire fight for once holy shit, also i cant believe the remaining units had the attacks to be able to keep fueling fluid sac??? I thought id have to wait a day so i could use sapling of light abilities again but NOPE)

but oh my god did it do big damage

it was in the hundreds man goddamn

also used the fact that hong lu cant die unless all other allies are dead even though him dying loses the battle (after you get like the happiness thing) to my advantage by using his battlepass ego because oh man big damage and oh whats this a free heal instead of immediately dying after? lets goooo

not to understate sinclair's ego either because it was GREAT hell yeah

also that all my units are decently leveled (except meursault ive been using a support id, sorry man but pursuance ego and chain of others are also really helping and i dont have his pursuance ego, so its not worth it to level him right now when im not even using the id i have)

lowest is 44 but the rest are around 50-55 so that was good

also actually uptied outis, feel like i underestimated her all this time because she did good, i just didnt have a need to before because she was always in backup and was more used as additional targets so my stronger units could get damage in

her skill three animation was pretty (warp outis)

also dont remember what it was but both heishou pack si ids have this one attack where they like i think sheathe their weapon and then have an eye glint and i keep thinking theyre gonna attack again but they dont 💀

also??? i think don quixote (t corp) did something with time/clock?? there was like a status effect id never seen before (or maybe i just never noticed idk its very easy for me not to notice things right in front of me) where so the enemy wouldnt take damage because all that damage would get stored and then by like the end of the turn or something like that it would all hit at once

THIS

ive just. never noticed.

anyway thoughts on canto 8 (may get very personal ngl)

loved it

hong lu was already up there in my favorites along with yi sang but man did this make me love him more

just.. the thought that like well yeah shit can seem meaningless and futile when its all gonna end someday, but as long as youre still with us stuffs gonna keep happening. yeah we might part ways one day, but the end is also the beginning. where eventually youll move on but youll also experience new things.

for as long as you walk this world, the world will continue spinning, it will continue moving regardless of whether you feel like theres a meaning, and like well

yeah you could isolate yourself and it could feel ilke nothings happening at all, that everything pointless, but the people around you will still do things, things will still keep happening, and

okay i feel like im butchering this but you know what i mean okay

ive had very nihilistic views before, especially because at one point i just... didnt like living, it was just full of suffering and i hated it and i was so so tired and things that shouldve been important just lost meaning to me because yknow, whats the point? if we're all gonna die today, why do we live? if i intend to not live this long, then whats the point of doing stuff for the benefit of my future self?

but life kept moving on around me, and i eventually tired of putting myself into this cycle of self-hatred because it was just so draining

so i kept moving on. kept living day by day. and well i cant really say theres a meaning to life, a meaning to my life that i want to strive for, to live for, not really

but i got interested in things, as fleeting as they would be, and despite how they would eventually end. i got myself attached to stories and games, as tragic as those stories may be and as sad as i may be when it finally reaches its end, i live the next day to continue experiencing these stories, and to get enjoyment out of it

i used to feel so miserable all the time, but now i find myself laughing so much more, smiling so much more

god i got so sidetracked but i relate to hong lu a lot. man am i glad i started playing this game man..

when i first started i immediately latched onto yi sang as a favorite (maybe because he was one of my first 3 stars haha) and i loved his canto, i loved the meaning, that yeah the mirror can show multiple possibilities, but the mirror is also a reflection of yourself, so these possibilities? theyre yours. these wings you wish you had so badly? if theyre on me, then theyre on you too. its like 3 am forgive me for butchering trying to explain this but god did i love it. i like re-listening to the limbus company mili songs and ill sing along and fly my wings.. 'please die little dreams' i just start sobbing it keeps making me emotional man

hong lu? i can attribute it to partially because when i started reindeer hong lu was on the banner and he looked cool, i liked his personality, and it grew from there as i progressed through the story but he'd never been as high up there as yi sang. until now.

also his announcer brings up a lot of stuff that makes me kinda sad, he does bring up emotions like ah so this is what wrath feels like, like he'll bring up the same emotions he brought up in the last fight (happiness, joy, wrath, sorrow..), and also other things in relation to the sinners that hit me in the feels man

maybe not in the same way as don quixote's 'i was blessed with a family of twelve' because oh man if i wasnt sobbing already during that part i wouldve burst into tears, but it still made me very emotional

also the the dante being like 'you know how i know this? because im talking about myself here' GREAT LINE oh my god

also actually WE LOVE JIA QIU IN THIS HOUSEHOLD, im sure im not the only one who was like shut up jia huan during that moment but very very appreciated, the 'not forming opinions on him based on what others say' i cant remember the exact quote, continuing to push hong lu to not be appeasing, to not just say what others want to hear, and not to say something that could work but does not count as something he believes in and is again just another way to appease of okay you want an actual answer but then is kind of a nothing burger

i love that jia qiu continued pushing until he got what hong lu really believed in, what he really thought, even if it mightve been something he wouldnt have necessarily agreed with, or something that others would consider childish and naive, got hong lu to say something hes held so close to his heart, accepted it but which had also given him the confidence to more speak his mind, to speak more confidently and elaborate on what he meant, and so his answer of 'kindness' wasnt something kind of like well. short. i dont know how to describe it.

yes hoping for others to be kind is probably a tough ask, especially considering where they live, but the sinners are proof that people can be kind to each other and help lift each other up when moments are tough.

one person cant do all that heavy lifting, but as long as there are people reaching out a hand and well embracing each other even if its just one person, then thats still something, thats still a bond that'll make the world lighter, thatll give them the ability to move forward and the strength to tackle on more heavier problems

i mean im clearly biased since its hong lus answer but MAN

and so jia qiu also telling him that like he cant keep drifting like a cloud, that to achieve this he cant keep watching things silently without doing anything, he cant keep acting the way he has that was forced onto him to deal with the trauma he faced, and does have to be there, does have to act, just like how his younger self used to be

its

its validating that his younger self wasnt wrong for wanting to help people, for wanting to act even if he couldnt save everyone, even if everyone around him kept telling him that he should just 'sit still and look pretty'

god man

theres so much stuff i could say

also holy shit this post is getting long oh my god

im gonna end this here man

but fuck man canto 8...

to be perfectly honest i dont remember a lot from canto 1 and 2 but i remember liking it and thats why i kept playing (gonna have to reread them cause man i do try to pay attention when first starting a game but its also like i dont know what is going on which really impacts my ability to remember this stuff)

canto 3 i loved, it made me like sinclair more even if the ending felt sort of incomplete because it wasnt sinclair who in the end killed kromer

the chicken intervallo was hella funny and made me like more of the other sinners outside of just the ones whod already gotten a focus and the ones who were my favorites

canto 4 was beautiful (and also forced me to actually understand a little better wtf im doing in fights)

canto 5 made me feel a lot of things, it made me think a lot? unsure if im saying that right but trying not to repeat myself on what ive said for other cantos so there. like... it was getting manipulated, knowing youre getting manipulated but still kind of falling for it anyway because okay what can you do, but then getting out of it by doing something that person didnt expect. it was hatred obsession a desire for revenge that twisted from instead of being a tale of someone taking revenge that'll likely only leave them hollow in the end, to no longer let ahab control her basically. it was a big middle finger

canto 6 was... tragic. all these thoughts of how its gonna go and all of them were wrong. mostly. im sure its meant to be like in the same headspace as heathcliff. like oh yeah we're gonna get him all dressed up and meet cathy and then shes dead. shes already gone. before i started i listened to a bunch of the limbus company mili songs and would cautiously look at the comment section to tell which sinner and which canto it was probably for so i knew this was about heathcliff and a cathy. and i thought that oh he and cathy are fighting and shes like 'you have to let me go heathcliff' but it wasnt really that? it was.. just so sad that maybe they couldve had something, maybe, if they'd spoken more, if they'd been more honest- its all what ifs. and then all the cathys were deleted. makes me wonder if that one where heathcliff and cathy were happy together, if that heathcliff's catherine also got lost, or if 'every cathy' applied to every cathy with a bad ending + our heathcliff's catherine. i wonder. and i wonder too how heathcliff could even get catherine back, if in the end its all futile because shes dead she cant come back, but i would also like to hope that somehow, he'll find her. with a better understanding of her than ever, that their hearts are united and not letting any dark thoughts cloud his mind and make him unable to see whats in front of him. i hope.

canto 7. god i love canto 7. this is getting way too long so i dont want to elaborate too much now but sancho being like didnt you always tell me to stop dreaming (i forgot the quote, my minds stuck on 'the dream ending'), and like well yeah, waves hand at power of friendship which i feel doesnt fully encapsulate what really happened there but im summarizing. and like just. it was beautiful, and sad. her repeating his introduction while he mightve already died but shes saying it anyway and telling him and and that she was blessed with a family of twelve and and... and i dont have the words to describe it man im gonna cry thinking about it again

canto 8 though. might just be my favorite. theyve all made me feel things, but canto 8 is one i can find myself really relating with and thus find the message ever more powerful and ever more beautiful.

haha i said i was gonna end it and then i kept yapping so um whoops

but man do i love this game.

also forgor to look at this but the singular ex i missed 💀 (i already converted my enkephalin into modules already so whoops)

also oh my god i took so long writing this the announcement for the latter half of the roadmap livestream happened LMAO (LETS GO walpurgis hopefully 🙏 i may not need dawn office sinclair anymore but man i wanna see what i get)

#limbus company #thoughts #lcb #lcb hong lu #hong lu #hong lu lcb #canto 8 spoilers #canto 8 #lcb canto 8 #jia qiu #i yap a lot about this canto and previous cantos #i love this game man

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kaythefloppa · 8 months ago

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Wild Kratts - Salmander Streaming - Thoughts

Spoilers!!

I've a good feeling that this isn't actually a clip from a movie, but just something the animators whipped up. The fact that the animals running are in blue and green gives me the impression.

But also, the characters being able to stream movies makes me feel old.

If I had a nickel for every time a red squirrel fucked up high tech structure in this show, I'd have 2 nickels.

Also, how efficient are the tellurium crystals (which we saw earlier in the season premiere) are, if shit like THIS can render the turtle ship's power efficient??

Roll credits!

Also, this is the first of MANY moments in the episode that made me laugh unironically.

Martin, that is a fucking exoskeleton. I don't think I have to explain why that is incredibly gross (although it does make for an efficient boat).

Also, random fact: The largest crayfish on the planet has weighed up to 11 pounds. That's huge!

This is another thing about the episode that regularly comes up (and that many people have noticed). The animation is suprisingly fluid. I mean, not surprisingly, there were new riggers on board for the show, which likely explains why it took nearly 2 years for the new season to drop, but still. Screenshots alone do not do several scenes or shots (this included) justice when talking about how eye-catching or interesting the animation is.

I did not know that some salamander species were cannibalistic! This show always manages to teach me new things every day, even at the age of 18.

Am I the only one who is the tiniest bit miffed when they call it "the human fish" and not "the olm." I get that it's a nickname like "Wolf Hawks" but, it's not the only name. 😭😭

I feel like this is yet another moment where I should needlessly harp into the "lore" of Wild Kratts. Because she describes the suit as "universal" and as we see in the episode, the Salamander Power Suit can be reactivated based on species. So why didn't she do this with the Spider, or Wolf Suit. I'm 100% looking too much into this, but just saying.

Also, I really hope that a Universal Salamander Power Suit implies that we'll be getting an Axolotl episode and a Power Suit. I was kinda hoping we'd see some of them in this episode, but the potential is there!

There is DEFINITELY no way I could've done this joke justice using screenshots. You need to see it in video form to see my point. Because the joke was predictable in every sense of the word. I knew what the punchline was. I knew when the punchline was gonna hit. But because the animation was so fluid throughout the frames, and because of how detailed the shading and lighting were and how overtly obvious the punchline was because of the visuals, it still made me laugh my ass off. I legitimately had to look up if James Baxter (yes THAT James Baxter) worked on this episode because it reminded me of a lot of scenes he did for Steven Universe and Owl House. Was surprised to know that he wasn't, but regardless, whoever animated these episodes, whether veterans or newcomers, deserves their fucking raise.

I know that he's referring to the salamander, and yes, the joke has been made before, but like, if someone told you that there's an episode of Wild Kratts where they [by technicality] said the word "hell" *checks notes* twenty-four times in one episode, would you believe them? Yeah that's what I thought.

Also, indeed hellbenders are the largest salamander in North America, the third largest in the world. Adult healthy hellbenders have very few predators and that's because of how gigantic they are.

I used up my one-video free-card on a previous joke, but once again, it's so silly, you know what the joke/punchline is, yet it's presented in such a way that is still really humorous, either because of how it doesn't bring too much awareness to the fact that it's a joke, embraces said fact of it being a joke, or both. Complete with straight-up fucking Looney Tunes style anticts, it's just really fun.

Also, another thing I find funny is that the hellbender ate the crayfish exoskeleton. Like, would that even be tasty?

Spoilers, but Chris does NOT Activate Tiger Salamander Powers. Yes, I am also miffed.

They're so besties.

Ok but like I'm sensing a pattern where Martin activates a Creature Power Suit with Aviva whenever he's not activating it alone or with Chris. Which at first I didn't think much of, but then I realized. Blue is a component color to make up purple. So this occasional running theme/pattern could be a reference to how similar they are, and how both rely on each other in some fundamental way in their adventures, much like how the colors blue and purple are interconnected in a way. Am I looking too much into this as well? Yeah, but I actually enjoy it!

Ok not gonna lie, I actually liked the fourth-wall break. Mainly because they could've easily fucked it up badly by having it drag on for too long, or making it too meta, but quick cuts and gags like this make it all the more worthwhile. And unlike the Camel Chris gag in the camel episode, it sticks around once and doesn't wear out its welcome.

Also, the Salamander Suits were activated by touching a Hellbender, which we've established, is bigger than every other salamander shown in the episode.... so... why the fuck are they that tiny?? They should at least be way bigger than the rocks they're standing on.

Also, the Salamander Suits genuinely look like Dinosaur Suits. At least... from this angle.

-... because from THIS angle they look so. FUCKING. CUTE. I so badly want to hug them like plushies (now I'm even more disappointed that Chris wasn't in one of these)

How the fuck was this guy able to stuff a huge-ass butternut underneath his vest and shirt.

Also, Chris, you do realize that keeping squirrels from eating the nut is a good way to make them endangered as well? Bro is petty 😭

I think this is the first time we've seen the Tortuga miniaturized by someone on the actual crew, not a villain or an accident.

As someone who didn't know or care that much for salamanders (at least in comparison to frogs and toads), this episode enlightened me a lot. I actually hope I do see a hellbender sometime in my life

CONCLUSION:

PROS:

The humor. Like, every single joke in this episode either got me to crack a grin, or laugh out loud

The animation. Once again, the animators have got their rent due. So many memorable facial expressions and cool color designs that just make it nice to look at.

The salamander species themselves.

CONS:

Chris definitely should've activated the Tiger Salamander Suit. Bro was robbed

No mention of Axolotls? The most well-known salamander in the world? For shame.

Final Ranking: 8/10. A nice slice of life mini-adventure with no huge or real stakes, but overall a pretty fun romp. Before this episode came out, there were a lot of positive reviews of this episode on IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes, and while I generally take those with heaping grains of salt (because opinions are opinions at the end of the day), I definitely agree that this episode is fun. The very epitome of "camp."

#pbs kids #wild kratts #kratt brothers #martin kratt #chris kratt #pbs kids go #2d kratt brothers #2d martin kratt #2d chris kratt #wk #wk season 7 #spoilers #opinions #review #Would totally recommend this episode to a causal newcomer of Wild Kratts because it has such a vibe that it would make a decent entry-point #also I didn't say much of it but Koki's subplot was nice #it was short but seeing her struggle to fix the Tortuga was very relatable and I liked how she got to save the day at the end #even if it was a low-stakes climax/throwaway joke at the end

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sharp-silver4795 · 2 months ago

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Weird things me and my friends have said as creepypastas

General

Toby, to Jeff: It isn’t irresponsible if I’m strategic about it

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Jason (mocking LJ): “Hugs. Goes right back to manspreading”

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Jason, to LJ: “You look like you’re trying to rip off my thighs!”

LJ: “yummy”

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*talking about smoking weed*

Liu, sarcastically: “Where do you want me to put it? Up my asshole?”

Jeff, eating candy: “mmm Cherry flavoured!”

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Jack: “Ew… women.”

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BEN, playing with Dark Link: “don’t fall into the acid! I say, as I fall into the acid.”

Toby out of Context

“Yum yum I am rock candy”

“Personally I am a dodecahedron”

(Mocking Anime) “Straight, Ally, Gay, Trans. Long ago the four identities lived in harmony. Then, one day, the Straights attacked. The Fluid, the master of all four identities, was supposed to heal the fury between all four [of them]. But, when the world needed them most, they vanished. Then they went froze themself in an ice cube for 300 years, nice going, gender fluid- more like gender SOLID, damn!! Your social anxiety won this time.”

“he looks so microwaveable”

Liu being mildly hypersexual

To clockwork: I will give you the condom if you give me hearts.

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Jane: “What am I doing??”

Liu (in the background): “Will you step on my cock?”

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“S L U R P! I’m gonna eat all the stars. Yummy. They taste like pain. They’re pointy on both ends and I don’t think I could deep throat that.”

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Liu: “Im fucked up”

Jane: “nah, you’re just getting fucked.”

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“oh well. At least I can look like a whore.”

Proxy Chaos

Rogue: what, do you want me to sing??

Wilson: I don’t like singing

Rougue: why?

Wilson: It makes it all sound weird. My artificial ears don’t like it. I forgot what they’re called. My hear-ers.

Rogue: your HEARING AIDS?!

Wilson: yeah. That.

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Kat, to clockwork: “you’re haunted by the spirit of your penis… Gimme the ghost penis! maybe, with the power of friendship it will be a real penis”

Clockwork: “The quest for Kat’s ghost penis”

Kat: “I’m gonna make a whole dnd campaign. Name a character Ghost Penis… Goal: to get penis. Not body count, the actual penis… should it be named Dick Snatcher?”

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Kat: “mother! I’m finally a real boy!! *shows penis*… I have finally removed my titties! I have been exorcised, the preacher cast them down to tittie hell! Or tittie Walmart so the trans girls can get em.”

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Brian, encouraging Cody: “oh, ok. Go bully him.”

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Neon: “hi” *runs off a cliff*

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Tim, done with everyone’s bullshit: “maybe if I roast him, he’ll behave”

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Cody: “true love, boiling crabs”

Not much later: “Ah, yes I love getting beaten up by crabs and having chunky rocks in my abdomen… mmmm… they’re sharp…”

Chaos in the infirmary

Jack: I cant! I have bacteria hands!!

Ann: hands are now infections

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Jack: “Men are squares, right?”

*long pause*

Ann: “Right”

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Ann: “I lost my hand! Where’s my hand?!”

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Jack: “I am the model arm!”

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Jack: “Dang, this brain cuts like butter.. or cheese…”

Ann: “so brains are cheese now?!”

Smiley: “Brain is cheese confirmed?!?”

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Jack talking to his victims

“wooooowww your organs are long…”

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“(They have braces) I have ✨M E T A L✨ it makes my teeth sharper though.”

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“Stop Ow-ing you’re being so dramatic!”

Victim: “I’m literally dying!”

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“nah, fuck that, gimme your bones”

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⬆️ by Sisterlucifergraphics

#creeepypasta #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #crp #crp fandom #creepypasta incorrect quotes #incorrect creepypasta quotes #incorrect quotes

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unorthodoxiguana · 1 year ago

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So we all know Percy is powerful as shit, there's no doubt in that. But I think I may have thought of a few more (theoretical) applications of his abilities. These ones aren't insanely broken (except one I had to give up on cause I couldn't find a way to make it work), but they're still pretty good.

Percy can control liquids with water in them. We learned this in Tartarus when he drowned Akhlys in her own poison. So in theory, he can bloodbend, right? But this is actually incredibly good in a defensive sense. Since he can control blood, including his own, he can use his powers to (theoretically) negate blood loss and keep his blood inside his own body, keeping him in the fight for much longer. Hell, this circumvents internal bleeding when you think about it.

Speaking of bloodbending, in the same Avatar episode that that idea is introduced to us, we learn that water can be taken from plants, as well as animals (although that is harder as far as I know). Okay, so Percy can take water out of plants, cool. But what about the atmosphere? Sure, the amount of water in the atmosphere varies wildly depending on location, season, etc. But the point still stands. In theory, Percy can pull water out of his surroundings and use it to heal himself, further improving his durability, and giving him an overall stat boost, as he just performs better in water in general.

Imagine fighting Percy, thinking you've got him beat, when all of a sudden he pulls out a Dragon Ball-esque transformation and surrounds himself in a thin coat of the water from not just the atmosphere, but his sweat, your blood, hell, YOUR sweat, and any other possible sources of water nearby. Bloody terrifying. Especially when you consider Percy killing -> Percy receiving access to blood -> Percy getting stronger -> Percy killing more, basically creating an infinite cycle of steadily increasing strength (providing his enemy has blood, naturally).

So yeah. Percy, using his abilities correctly, isn't just insanely strong, but pretty damn durable too. I did have another idea about him controlling brain fluids/breathing in oxygen through water to circumvent brain death, but that kinda fell through because brain fluids aren't really related to brain death and you need lungs to, you know, breath, which would circumvent the decapitation scenario I was thinking of, and Percy can't breathe through osmosis (as far as we know). So that idea is a bust.

...Unless Jason could manipulate oxygen into his bloodstream, using his abilities to circumvent brain death instead...

#pjo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #hoo series #hoo fandom #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #rick riordan #lemme cook now #also Jason could theoretically become semi-immortal #any biologists in this fandom?#I'm interested to see where this idea of Percy manipulating water in order to affect biological processes goes

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maespri · 1 year ago

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danaganronpa 2 characters ranked by how painful their death was (and why)

yeah i'm doing this again but for danganronpa 2, what else is new. welcome! gonna talk about some of the anatomical science behind the deaths in dr2 and use that knowledge to rank how painful certain deaths would be.

spoilers ahead, and trigger warning! this post is going to go into detail about death. it's going to get descriptive and gory. if you'd rather not read about it, please keep scrolling!

everything under the cut, because this is going to be long, warning you now!

as usual, some backstory: i have a special interest in anatomy & physiology. i find it very fascinating to study stuff like this, which has led me to making my third post of this caliber! with all that said, i'm not an expert, and these are just my personal opinions- if i do get something wrong, please correct me! now let's get to ranking!

this ranking only covers traditionally "human" deaths (aka, mechamaru is not covered, because he's a robot).

quick glossary:

arteries: carry blood from the heart to other parts of the body. veins: carry blood from other parts of the body back to the heart. hypoxia: inadequate oxygen supply. exsanguination: death caused by bleeding out. hypovolemic: loss of fluid in the body, often referring to blood or water. shock: life-threatening condition where the body does not have enough blood circulating through it. asphyxiation: deprivation of oxygen which can result in unconsciousness and/or death. aspiration: when something you swallow "goes down the wrong way" and enters your airway or lungs. TBI: traumatic brain injury. immolation: death by burning.

the tier list:

OUCH!!! (most painful):

nagito komaeda: this is the longest analysis in this ranking for what i hope is good reason. to say i was horrified when i came across his body would be an understatement- it's brutal.

for starters, he slices up his legs quite badly. this is instantly going to cause bleeding, albeit not yet life-threatening. if it were, he would have had to slice his femoral arteries. i'll blame the fact that he doesn't on his luckiness. at worst, his legs are hurting and burning like hell. that + blood loss is making him dizzy/light-headed. but the fact that nagito is lying down is actually helping him stay alive, as doing so helps your blood pressure. i'd imagine the adrenaline is going to start pumping for him now as his body fights to keep itself from passing out/bleeding out; adrenaline may cause him to be in less pain as he's setting everything up to stab his hand, but he'll definitely be getting dizzier from pain + losing blood.

speaking of, let's move on to him stabbing his hand.

i first just want to point out that the amount of willpower + sheer strength he would need to do this is astronomical. it is not easy to lay flat on your back and slam your hand down onto something hard enough to go straight through. and doing all of that while your limbs are tied up and you're bleeding profusely out of your legs? it's absurd; i'd verge on saying it's impossible, actually, but i'll suspend my disbelief lol.

so, admittedly, i kind of lost my mind analyzing nagito's hand injury, because. i can't come to a conclusive answer about how painful it'd be for him. here's why:

my immediate thought was that this would hurt horribly, for obvious reasons. i thought nagito might actually might have something really interesting going for him when it came to this injury, which is that he somehow managed to avoid severing any tendons or nerves in his hand. i attributed that to his luckiness, once again. the reason i thought he didn't sever any nerves/tendons is because he throws the monokuma stuffed animal pretty far away from himself after sustaining the injury.

but then i remembered that if he did put a knife through his palm, paralysis would only occur distal to (above) the injury- aka, he'd only lose feeling in the area above his palm. therefore, you could argue he did actually sever his nerves and tendons. he just threw more with his arm, and that's why it worked.

but then i was like... throwing something that far away from yourself while you are lying down and your other arm is tied up would practically be impossible without utilizing a lot of power in your entire hand. not to mention- nagito should be feeling pretty weak, dizzy, and light-headed by now, considering the injuries to his legs- all factors that would make it even more difficult to do any of that.

so... there are basically two options here. A) nagito lost any feeling in his hand after the knife impaled it. he would have felt a blinding pain for a moment, and then total numbness. he somehow managed to throw the stuffed animal despite all of that. or B) the knife miraculously managed to avoid hitting any nerves/tendons, allowing nagito to throw the stuffed animal anyway. his hand would hurt horribly. it'd feel like a hot iron pressing on his palm. but this option is, simply put, egregiously inaccurate anatomically.

so... here's what should have happened when nagito injured his hand:

some form of hand/finger paralysis. your right hand has three major nerves running into it; to grossly simplify it, you've got the radial nerve (running across the top of your arm/hand) and the ulnar and median nerves (running on the underside of your arm/hand). nagito's injury, straight through the middle of the palm, should have, at the very least, severed his ulnar and median nerves. the radial nerve tends to stray more toward the right side of your hand on the right hand, so if he missed it by a few millimeters/centimeters, i could understand that- but as for the other two? yeah, he'd have to get insanely lucky to have missed them. it's. weird.

but even if the blade did miss these nerves, they could not have missed the tendons/bones/blood vessels/etc. in his hand, so that's just insane.

so basically: it either hurt really badly or it didn't hurt at all. before i lose my mind over this even further, let's just move on to him impaling his abdomen.

the angle in the game makes it a little hard for me to discern where exactly was punctured, but it looks like it hit his stomach, potentially part of his small intestine, his left kidney, and without a doubt, his abdominal aorta. if the poison had not killed nagito, the impalement to his abdominal aorta + all the other damage would have almost instantly killed him. we're talking within seconds. given that nagito is presumably dead when the spear impales him because of the poison, obviously he wouldn't have felt any pain- but if he were... um. i don't think i have to explain that that would hurt like a motherfucker.

so let's move on to the last aspect of his death- poison.

death by poisoning is actually grossly misunderstood by many different types of media, because most poisons rarely kill within seconds. even cyanide, which is considered one of the most dangerous poisons in the world, takes 3-5 minutes to result in death. so how do i think this worked for nagito?

well, there are a lot of variables that tie into this. how long it takes to die from poison depends on three main factors- the dosage, the type of poison, and the size of your body. the poison in dr2 is made-up, which makes my life a lot more difficult. i don't think we know the exact amount of time between everyone throwing the fire grenades and finding nagito's body, but it's gotta be at least a few minutes, which gives nagito some time.

i guessed he may have used phenol (very hazardous poison that can rapidly cause death), or perhaps hydrogen sulfide (can result in unconsciousness after a few mere breaths)- but using phenol or hydrogen sulfide would almost certainly leave a trace on nagito, such as irritation to his eyes or skin in general.

so my guess is cyanide. it’s most potent when injected intravenously, but it's second-most potent form is gaseous. with a high enough amount, it could probably kill him within a few minutes.

death by cyanide is incredibly painful. cyanide actually kills you by causing cell hypoxia- aka, your cells can't use oxygen, which makes them die. you'll feel like you're suffocating. your entire body will start to feel like it's burning due to acidosis (cells releasing lactic acid as they are damaged). your muscles will contract and you'll have one final burst of adrenaline throughout the entire body before actually dying. often victims of cyanide poisoning may slip in and out of consciousness- the fact that nagito doesn't makes me believe he used an incredibly high dosage of the poison.

so... yeah. definitely the most painful death in my opinion.

official cause of death: poisoning, resulting in cell hypoxia.

YOWZA! (very painful):

ibuki mioda: ibuki (my favorite character in DR2, so sad!) is strangled to death with a rope.

let's talk about how strangulation actually leads to death. it starts with the cerebral arteries. your brain receives oxygen-rich blood from the heart through these, the internal carotid arteries (which bifurcate, or divide, into the common carotid arteries), and through the vertebral arteries. these arteries ultimately come together to form the circle of willis, providing blood and nutrients for all parts of your brain.

when blood becomes deoxygenated (which happens naturally as it flows through the body), it is sent back to the heart. from your brain, this blood travels through your jugular veins, which are situated on either side of your neck.

when you are strangled, it puts pressure on these veins. this extreme pressure prevents proper bloodflow from the brain and ultimately results in hypoxia- this is what causes you to pass out before you actually die. the pressure on the windpipe also causes intense pain and makes it impossible to breathe, preventing the rest of your blood from getting the oxygen it needs.

within thirty seconds to a minute, ibuki would have fallen unconscious, but she wouldn't have been dead yet. mikan would have had to continue strangling her until her body became fully and truly oxygen-less (which may have taken another 2-5 minutes), at which point ibuki would actually be dead.

while all of this is happening, her body would have quickly kicked into panic mode. i know ibuki had despair disease which made her incredibly gullible and willing to do anything, but if i'm remembering correctly, we don't hear anything about mikan asking ibuki if she can strangle her... which makes me think this truly was a surprise attack on the girl.

in which case, ibuki would have been struggling and panicking the entire time mikan was strangling her. not to mention, in a lot of pain. eventually she'd become light-headed enough to pass out, but until then, her throat would literally be getting crushed by a rope.

overall, not a fun way to go out. very long and painful.

official cause of death: asphyxiation.

gundham tanaka: gundham is killed by a stampede of animals.

the most common cause of death in stampedes is asphyxiation; destruction of the thorax or upper body damages... literally everything in that area, most notably the heart, lungs, and major blood vessels/arteries. bones break in there and splinter. you can't breathe. it'd be blinding pain.

not to mention all the rest of the body that gets stepped on. literally all of your bones have the potential to be broken from the force exerted onto them. all of your blood vessels and arteries everywhere else are also going to be crushed and burst. your nerves? absolutely destroyed.

ultimately, gundham gets thrown in the air, lands (which probably hurt even more, and potentially damaged his back in some way), and has one final breath to smile at his hamsters before he dies.

the fact that he's able to smile before he actually dies is literally crazy, because this would be an insanely painful death. i mean- just imagine breaking all of your bones and not being able to breathe. you probably don't even wanna picture it.

official cause of death: hard to pinpoint exactly, but likely traumatic asphyxia and irreparable damage to internal structures and organs.

aughhh (painful):

impostor byakuya togami: the impostor dies from getting impaled multiple times in the abdomen by a metal skewer. looking at the monokuma file tells us he was impaled three times in the neck and around 5 times in the lower abdomen.

right off the bat, being impaled directly in the throat would result in a broken windpipe, esophagus, and potentially part of the carotid artery, making it impossible to breathe + causing hemorrhaging. he would literally be choking on his own blood. it also looks like teruteru manages to hit him directly where his subclavian artery would be, and we all know that any sort of hit to an artery is immediately going to cause some pretty huge problems.

on his abdomen, the area where his abdominal aorta would be is also highlighted as having been stabbed multiple times, as well as the area around it. two hits to two major arteries in quick succession... he's probably not going to be alive for longer than a few seconds.

those seconds are going to be excruciatingly painful, but the reason he isn't higher up is because of exactly that- it's a few seconds. all things considered, this is a relatively quick death.

official cause of death: exsanguination.

peko pekoyama: similar to the imposter, peko is stabbed to death. the first stab is to her back; quickly after, she is swarmed by the others, who stab her as well.

i don’t have much to say besides that the initial stab to her back is obviously going to hurt, unless the knife manages to land in her spinal cord, in which case, sensation could be cut off above the point of injury. but that’s just wild conjecture.

obviously, being stabbed to death is going to hurt. being stabbed to death by a swarm of minions? going to hurt even more. fortunately peko would likely not survive long enough to feel every single injury. the chances of her surviving past the first few stabs are low, due to the fact that A) she’s likely to be hit in an artery or vital organ rather early on which will lead to a faster death, and B) even if she somehow isn’t, blood loss in general is going to cause her to die.

when the body loses too much blood, it goes into a state of shock. without enough blood, nutrients, and oxygen flowing to the vital organs, the body quickly begins to shut down. i’d imagine peko lost blood at a more rapid rate than one usually would due to the sheer amount of stab wounds that would have been on her body, so… peko probably died after less than a minute.

overall… yeah, painful!

official cause of death: hypovolemic shock leading to exsanguination.

nekomaru nidai: nekomaru has a bazooka fired at his abdomen <- absolutely insane sentence??? ok anyway.

so… first of all, there is no shot in hell he’d be surviving that beyond maybe a minute or two. the damage that would cause to countless organs in his abdomen (his stomach, kidneys, intestines, pancreas, to name a few) plus the collateral of shrapnel presumably flying around (hitting his heart and lungs) would immediately be irreparable and fatal. he’d immediately go into shock and then just bleed to death.

you tend to feel far less pain when you go into shock as your brain tries to protect itself from trauma. but i won’t deny that because of nekomaru’s more muscular build, his body would be stronger and healthier and therefore fight harder to keep itself alive. it would probably take longer for these processes to kick into gear and actually spread across the entire body. so what i’m trying to say is- yeah, he’d be in blinding pain for a little, then likely feel numbness, then die.

official cause of death: shock, irreparable damage to abdominal organs.

owie (painful, but not as painful as others):

hiyoko saionji: hiyoko’s throat is slit by mikan. there are a few variables that changed the way i viewed how exactly this killed hiyoko, but the main one was time. mikan would have had to kill hiyoko in a way that would be short and efficient because she had a limited amount of time.

in order to die quickly from a wound like this, the carotid artery, the jugular vein, and/or the trachea would need to be cut. you have one of each of the mentioned on either side of your neck, and your airway is more in the "center" of your neck. (fun fact: the pulse you can feel on either side of your neck is the carotid artery!)

given mikan's anatomical knowledge + the way hiyoko's body looks (she only has blood trailing down off the left side of her neck), i would guess mikan likely cut the carotid artery and jugular vein on the left side of hiyoko's neck. i would guess she also cut hiyoko's airway in some way as well, as doing so would definitely kill hiyoko even faster.

all of the above would cause hiyoko to aspirate (sending blood down her windpipe), choke on her own blood, and begin bleeding profusely. death would occur within a couple of seconds from blood loss and asphyxiation alone.

this would hurt seriously bad. your neck is an incredibly sensitive area of the body. hiyoko would be terrified and in pain the entire time she bleeds to death. which is. so sad. but like i said- luckily, it would probably be over pretty quickly, within a few seconds.

cause of death: hypovolemic shock leading to exsanguination.

uncertain (i'm not sure!):

mikan tsumiki: mikan earns the only entry in the 'uncertain' category, because i was flabbergasted when i watched her execution.

um... being blasted into space... i can't say i'd really know what that might feel like? i can go check for you guys???

the most i can say for this is that mikan would asphyxiate from the lack of oxygen in space. she'd go unconscious within fifteen seconds. within three minutes, she would be dead.

so... official cause of death: brain hypoxia.

*EDIT: so i totally misunderstood mikan’s death. this wonderful person made this post talking about it and i added on with my own thoughts! check that out instead if you wanna hear a better explanation about mikan’s death.

so quick (too fast to really be painful):

chiaki nanami: chiaki is crushed with a tetris cube. she falls into this category because such a death would result in a very brief flash of blinding pain, then nothingness. the mere force exerted from the tetris block to the top of her head might actually kill her before she even has time to register pain in the rest of her body. and if the brain is damaged in such a manner... yeah it's all over.

official cause of death: could be a TBI, could just be having your entire body literally get crushed.

mahiru koizumi: mahiru is struck on the top of the head. her file very specifically clarifies that she dies instantly and did not feel any pain. so how exactly would you painlessly kill someone with one strike to the head?

well, for starters, it would have to be one hell of a swing. it's difficult, but not impossible, to hit someone's brain in a way that would immediately kill them.

think of the brain like a television; if you half-unplug it, the screen may glitch, and it may start cutting out, but it's still displaying whatever show you've put on. that's what happens if you injure your brain, but are otherwise still alive. but if you fully unplug it in one full motion, it just cuts out. black screen. that's what happened to mahiru's brain; it just unplugged.

when peko hit mahiru's brain, she likely damaged some sort of vital structure in a way that caused mahiru to go unconscious, but maybe not die. some sort of brain bleed may have started, which then caused mahiru to actually die, as her skull would swell and stop being able to function.

this makes more sense to me. like, i know monokuma says it's "instant," but... i really think mahiru was just unconscious, and then maybe a few seconds to a minute later, she was actually dead.

either way- official cause of death: TBI.

teruteru hanamura: teruteru gets put into a volcano full of lava <- once again absolutely insane sentence??? help? anyway.

you might be wondering why the hell he's in 'so quick,' but it's because he'd be dead in seconds. lava penetrates your skin, starts boiling you alive, swells your airway shut, etc. it's over in seconds dude. even if it weren't, he'd pass out from the shock within seconds at the very least. he may have felt a flash of blinding pain for a moment before darkness, but. that's that.

official cause of death: immolation.

...and that's it!

if you for god knows what reason read all this, thank you so much! anatomy is truly a passion of mine.

questions, comments, concerns (of which i'm sure there are many)- i'm an open book. i'm not a professional by any means, but i am insane. bye!

#danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #nagito komaeda #ibuki mioda #gundham tanaka #byakuya togami #peko pekoyama #nekomaru nidai #hiyoko saionji #mikan tsumiki #chiaki nanami #mahiru koizumi #teruteru hanamura #favs #danganronpa maeta #anatomy fact

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blueseer · 6 months ago

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Best of 2024-Best Fight

Honorable Mention- Itadori and Todo vs Mahito-Jujusti Kaisen

This fight was just such a good fight. It was fun watching Itadori and Todo working together and seeing Mahito get his ass handed to him.

Winner-Fushiguro Megumi vs Fushiguro Toji from Jujustu Kaisen.

My pick for best fight is Fushiguro Megumi vs Fushiguro Toji from Jujustu Kaisen. Now, JJk has many good fights. Hell, the majority of the second season was just one giant long fight made up of many different fights. The reason this beat out my honorable mention was mostly for two reasons. One is the fight style itself, both from the characters and how it was animated. The animation was just so raw and fluid that it doesn’t even look like JJK at moments. This really worked because of Megumi’s fighting style. Megumi uses the Ten Shadows Technique which allows him to use shadows and to summon any of ten different shikigami. So, he is often fighting both physically and with the help of one or several animals. This fight in particular is quite fun to watch due his furry friends, a large group of rabbits.

The second reason was because of the emotional impact of the two who were fighting. Time for a little back story. Megumi is the descendant of the Zenin Clan, one of the three big sorcerer families (Think of it like a mafia of sorcerers) and Toji is actually his father. Toji actually hating the whole Zenin Clan leaves the family, marries a woman and takes her name to no longer be a Zenin, and they have Megumi. When his wife dies he goes back to his old ways and starts taking up being an assassin and even thinks of selling Megumi back to family thinking it would better for him so he could be trained properly since he (Toji) doesn’t actually any cursed technique. His last assignment as an assassin was against Gojo where ends up losing but as he dies tells Gojo he has a kid thus hoping he helps to raise him and Gojo does.

Fast forward, there’s a full on war going on and the soul of Toji is brought back into someone else’s body and used to fight against the good guys, this how father and son end up fighting. As the fight goes on Toji eventually realizes that he’s fighting his son. He asks his name and is relieved to hear his last name is still Fushiguro instead of Zenin before he kills himself, refusing to fight his son any longer.

So, yeah…just with everything together makes it my best because it wasn’t just a good watch but also hit at the heart strings.

#Best of 2024 #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jjk megumi #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru

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venactricisfics · 4 months ago

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Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Thirty

It was the next afternoon when Travis showed back up at the ranch. He wasn’t kidding about getting the best of the best. Each horse and rider had stacks of credentials to back up all the flash with.

“No low-cut shirt today, Alex?” Travis grinned as he led our new horse into the arena to show off.

“Figure I should save it for someone who would appreciate it,” I called up to him.

“Oh, I appreciate it,” he smirked as he climbed up on the horse.

“You appreciate yourself more,” I shot back, folding my arms as I leaned against the fence.

Travis chuckled as he adjusted his reins. “Damn right. No one loves me like me.”

Kayce shook his head beside me. “You sure about putting him on the road, Dad?”

Dad smirked, watching as Travis settled the horse with an ease that only came from years of experience. “Man knows his job.”

And he did. The second Travis gave the cue, the horse took off, moving like poetry in motion. Every step was precise, every turn sharp and controlled. He made it look effortless, and if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought the horse was reading his mind.

“Goddamn,” Rip muttered under his breath.

“Yeah,” I agreed, watching closely. “That’s the kind of horse I need.”

Travis slowed the horse to a stop, patting its neck before glancing back at me. “You want to take him for a test ride?”

I was already stepping up onto the fence. “Thought you’d never ask.”

“Try not to fall off,” he teased, sliding out of the saddle.

I snatched the reins from him as I swung into the seat. “Try not to be jealous when I do it better.”

"I’ll try to contain myself," Travis chuckled, watching me closely as I took the reins.

I clicked my tongue, giving the horse a gentle nudge with my heels. "Alright, big boy, let’s see what you got." The horse’s muscles twitched beneath me, his energy palpable as we began to move.

The animal was pure power—every stride was like a pulse of raw strength. But he was responsive, obedient to my every shift and click. I guided him right, feeling him gather speed, then left, his body bending with precision. He practically cornered on a dime, as if he’d been trained to read every small movement I made.

I wasn't Travis. I didn’t have his natural flair or seamless grace, but there was something just as satisfying about the control I had over this beast. As we moved together, I felt a rush—an exhilarating, almost addictive feeling. The wind whipped past me, and for a brief moment, everything else faded.

It wasn’t just about riding; it was about freedom. The kind of freedom you could only find when you were in sync with something as wild and untamed as the horse beneath you.

The world slowed down, the dirt kicked up behind us in a haze, and I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time. The thought of the road ahead, the opportunities, the legacy—it all felt within reach, just like the power beneath me.

I glanced over at Travis, who had a smirk on his face, but his eyes showed a hint of approval. “Not bad, Alex. You might just make a real cowboy out of you yet.”

I guided the colt into a steady gallop, feeling his power beneath me, his movements fluid and responsive. Travis leaned on the fence, watching with a smirk as he gestured toward me.

“So I got Alex on this Metallic Cat colt,” he said, nodding in my direction.

I slowed the horse to a trot, running a soothing hand along his neck. “You let him call you that?” I muttered to the colt. “Don’t worry, big guy, we’ll figure out a better name for you.”

Travis let out a bark of laughter. “Twilight Sparkle was already trademarked,” he shot back.

I rolled my eyes but kept my focus on the horse beneath me. He was a hell of a ride—athletic, smart, and built for greatness.

Travis turned his attention to my father. “But listen, I want y’all to buy this one and put him on the road. I don’t know how big of a name you’re looking to make, but if you really want to shake things up, you oughta let me call Bobby Patton and see if he’ll sell you a share of Metallic. Now that would make a splash.”

Dad’s eyes narrowed as he considered it, but his smirk gave him away. “When you jump in a pool for me, Travis, you do a cannonball.”

Travis grinned like he’d been waiting for this moment. “I’ll do it,” he said without hesitation. “Cannonball it is.”

He wasn’t bluffing—Travis played to win. And if we were going all in, he was ready to make damn sure we didn’t just make a name for ourselves. We’d make history.

I leaned against the railing, watching as Rip made his way toward the arena, a wild-haired kid trailing beside him. It was like looking through a window into the past—like seeing Rip himself all those years ago when he first stepped onto the ranch.

After a brief, quiet conversation with my father, Rip gave the kid a nod and gestured toward the barn. No fuss, no ceremony. Just like that, we had ourselves a new stall cleaner.

The kid’s shoulders were tense, his steps hesitant, but there was something in his eyes—a mix of wariness and quiet determination. I’d seen that look before. Hell, we all had it once.

Rip didn’t slow his stride, and the boy hurried to keep up. He’d learn quick enough: you either kept pace around here, or you got left behind.

I saw everything that happened on the ranch. Even when no one else noticed, I did.

Jimmy had tried to ride again—the same day our whole world fell apart. And now, he was back, moving stiffly, a brace strapped tight to keep his body aligned. He wasn’t going to ride broncs again, not for a long time. Maybe not ever.

Dad wasn’t keeping him here. He was sending him to Texas with Travis.

Jimmy sat at the bunkhouse table, just listening as everyone chatted. His shoulders slumped under the weight of disappointment, of failure. He was leaving the only home he’d ever known, and he knew it.

I watched him, studying the quiet defeat in his face. It would be good for him, I thought. Texas would strip him down, break him apart, and build him back up the right way. It would make a man out of the boy sitting across from me.

“Shit, Jimmy, you look like you need a beer,” Jake said, popping the cap off his bottle. He squinted at him. “Can he even drink?”

“He shouldn’t drink,” Mia cut in before Jimmy could open his mouth, arms crossed tight like she was guarding him from himself.

Jake shrugged. “All right, whatever. More for us.”

“Did you see those fucking horses today?” Ryan asked, leaning back in his chair. “Goddamn, what I would give to ride one of those sons of bitches.”

“Careful, cowboy,” I smirked, tilting my beer to my lips. “That’s a lot of power to have between your legs.”

Ryan turned to me, eyes flashing with mischief. “Baby, you know exactly how much power I have between my legs.” He pulled me closer, his hand settling low on my hip.

Jake let out a loud laugh. “You’d get your ass dashboarded right into the dirt.”

“Bullshit!” Ryan shot back. “Fuck you, coming from a guy who gets bucked off a seesaw.”

Across the bunkhouse, Teeter’s head snapped up. “I heard ridin’, and I heard fuckin’,” she drawled. “What are we doin’?”

Colby didn’t miss a beat. “Playin’ cards.”

—-------------------

I brushed past Ryan as he stood at my bathroom sink, toothbrush in his mouth, and stepped into the shower. We’d found our rhythm, as much as two people like us could—our lives messy, tangled, but still moving in sync.

“Baby, I should probably sleep in the bunkhouse,” he called over the sound of running water.

I lathered up, letting the hot spray cascade over my body. “Why the hell would you want to sleep there when you can be here with me?”

Ryan spat into the sink and leaned against the vanity, arms crossed, his eyes flickering to my silhouette through the fogged-up glass. He didn’t even try to hide that he was watching me, and I smirked to myself as I ran my hands over my skin.

“It’s just—” he hesitated, shaking his head like he needed to clear his thoughts. “Your dad is across the damn hall.”

I rinsed off and stepped out, reaching for a towel. Wrapping it around me, I met his gaze in the mirror. “He knows you’re mine, cowboy. And he knows I want you here. You’re not some stranger sneaking around, taking advantage of his little girl.”

Ryan scoffed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah? Then why does he look at me like I’ve corrupted you?”

I laughed softly, stepping closer, slipping my arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. “You’re reading too much into it. He looks at Rip the same way half the time—and Rip and Beth have been off and on for twenty years.” I tilted my head, pressing a teasing kiss to his jaw. “Besides, if you’re sleeping in the bunkhouse, then I’m sleeping in the bunkhouse.”

Ryan groaned, closing his eyes for a second before resting his forehead against mine. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

“Maybe,” I grinned, “but you’d die happy.”

“Let’s get out there and do some cowboy shit,” Ryan said, flashing me that easy grin that always made trouble seem worth it.

We dressed quickly, moving in sync, and by the time we stepped outside, the cool morning air had shaken off the last traces of sleep. The ranch was already alive with the sound of hooves, the murmur of voices, and the rhythmic clatter of work being done.

The first job of the day was cleaning the arena—Travis was coming back to show off his horses. I had my own reasons for being out there, though. Yesterday, I’d been too caught up in my father’s vision, too focused on the future he wanted to build, to really take a good look at the pair Travis had set aside for me. That was changing today.

The gear I’d ordered for the trick had finally arrived, and now, with the morning light creeping over the valley, there was only one thing on my mind.

I wanted to see if I could still do it.

I stood by my horse, absently running my hand along his neck as I waited for the others to get ready. Something caught my eye, and I frowned, stepping closer. The cinch was all wrong—loose in places it shouldn’t be, twisted where it needed to be flat.

“Hey, kid,” I called over to Beth’s new stray, motioning him closer. “Tell me what’s wrong with this.”

He hesitated, eyes darting over the saddle like the answer might magically appear. “Um…”

I sighed. “When I asked you to saddle a horse for me, you didn’t mention you didn’t know how.” My tone wasn’t angry, just firm. “If I hadn’t double-checked, I could’ve been hurt. Or someone else could have. It’s okay not to know things, but you have to speak up. Me or one of the boys will show you how.”

“Gotcha,” he muttered, nodding.

“It’s not ‘gotcha,’” Rip’s voice cut through the morning air like a whipcrack. I glanced over my shoulder to see him standing behind me, arms crossed, wearing that unreadable expression that usually made grown men straighten up real quick. “It’s ‘Yes, ma’am’ or ‘Yes, sir.’ Learn some fucking manners.”

“Yes, sir,” the kid responded, his posture stiffening like Rip’s presence alone added a few pounds of weight to his spine.

I loosened the straps, smoothing them out with practiced hands, then motioned for him to watch closely. “Alright, see this? You want it flat, snug, but not cutting off his damn circulation. Always double-check it before you step up. A loose cinch can land you in the dirt real fast.”

He nodded, watching intently as I secured the saddle properly. I had to give him credit—he was paying attention.

“What’s your name?” I asked, glancing at him.

He hesitated for a beat. “Everyone’s just been calling me ‘boy.’”

I huffed out a small laugh. “Yeah, they do that,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m Alex. Beth is my sister.”

“Carter,” he finally said, standing a little taller when he said it.

“Nice to meet you, Carter,” I told him, giving his shoulder a quick pat before stepping back. “Now, go finish mucking the stalls. If you get done early, you might just get to see some fucking badass horses.”

His eyes lit up a little at that, and without another word, he turned and jogged off toward the barn, leaving me to finish up with my horse.

—---

The arena was set, the dust settled, and Gator had laid out a feast fit for a king—or at least a crew of hungry cowboys.

“Y’all wanna go look at some shit?” Teeter asked, glancing between me and Laramie.

“Sure,” I nodded, stretching my arms.

“Hell, yeah,” Laramie added, already moving before the words finished leaving her mouth.

We wandered toward the line of trailers, stopping in front of the massive, high-end 18-wheeler that had hauled in Travis’ prospects. The thing gleamed in the sunlight, looking as expensive as the bloodlines it carried.

“What did this fucking thing cost?” Teeter muttered, eyeing the rig like it personally offended her.

“That is sexy,” Laramie whistled, running a hand along the side.

“That is sexy,” I agreed, nodding my head toward the horse being led down the ramp—a stallion so finely built he could’ve been sculpted out of marble.

“What do them fucking things cost?” Teeter asked, still staring.

I smirked. “More than the fucking truck.”

Teeter let out a low whistle, shaking her head.

“This is gonna be worth watching,” Laramie grinned, her eyes lighting up as the riders swung into their saddles, adjusting their reins with the kind of easy confidence that only came from years of experience.

I smiled at her excitement, feeling the same buzz in my own chest. This wasn’t just horses. This was something bigger.

Travis led out a pair of matching brown-and-white paints, their coats gleaming under the afternoon sun. They were stunning—strong, agile, and perfectly in sync, their bits clipped together so they moved almost as one. My eyes flicked to the saddles, noticing the gear I’d bought had already been fitted to them. Travis had wasted no time.

“You ready to take them for a spin?” he asked, handing me the reins with a knowing smirk.

I exhaled, steadying the nerves buzzing under my skin. “Alright, boys, let’s show ‘em what we can do.”

Travis stepped in to help me mount the horse on the right. I settled in, adjusting my weight and feeling out the gelding beneath me. I’d been practicing, but not on these two. They didn’t know my cues, and I didn’t know their rhythm yet. Still, they followed my lead as I nudged them forward into the arena, their movements smooth and effortless.

The real test was about to begin.

I stayed seated on the horse to the right as we rounded the arena, focusing on keeping them in perfect sync. Each movement was a calculated effort, guiding them with gentle shifts, making sure they stayed together. My heart raced with a mix of adrenaline and concentration. I lengthened their reins, pushing them into a steady gallop before rising up into a standing position on the horse’s back.

The crowd’s murmurs faded into the background as I circled the arena. The wind whipped around me, my body finding its balance on the shifting back of my mount. I glanced briefly at the second horse, moving in time with the first, and pushed myself further—daring to stand on both at once.

It was when I tried to balance on both of them simultaneously that the harmony between the horses began to break. They shifted apart, their steps faltering, as if sensing the imbalance in my attempt. I felt the pull of their movements diverging, and in a split second, I lost my center of gravity.

I recovered just in time, sliding back into a seated position on the right horse, heart pounding. The horses continued moving, and I could feel the tension in the air shift. My focus sharpened. I could do this. I just had to learn how to push them both in a way they could follow—together.

I ushered the horses out of the arena, the adrenaline still buzzing through my veins. They were perfect—more than I had expected, but I couldn’t let Travis see that on my face just yet. I knew with more practice, more time working with them, I could make a real show out of these two. They were talented, responsive, and they’d only get better with me at the reins.

"Alright, I’m sold," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, as if I hadn’t just been caught in a split-second slip.

Travis laughed, a full, amused chuckle. "Girl, you’re even graceful when you’re about to fall on your ass," he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I shot him a glare, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my face. "I meant to do that."

"Sure you did," he winked, shaking his head as he held the reins out for me. "Let’s see what you can really do when you’ve got 'em locked in."

"Just add them to the bill," I told him, letting out a deep breath as I followed him into the barn. I was still riding high off the session, but there was no time to gloat. These horses needed to settle in.

He led them into the stall, their hooves clicking softly against the barn floor. "You didn’t name them something stupid, did you?" I asked, half-joking, but a little serious. I didn’t want to end up with some ridiculous name like "Metal Cat" or whatever the fuck that horse’s name was.

He shot me a grin over his shoulder. "I’ll leave the stupid names to you," he teased, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "You’re lucky I like you," I muttered, shaking my head. "Otherwise, I’d be giving them names like 'Thunderclap' and 'Hot Mess.'"

He chuckled as he patted the horse’s neck. "Well, they’ve got some class, so they’ll need a name to match."

“What about Goose and Maverick?” I asked, a grin tugging at my lips. “Top Gun.”

“Could work,” he said, giving me a quick once-over. “Now get back out there, see what else your daddy’s buying.”

“Ass,” I shot back, rolling my eyes as I walked out of the barn.

The hands were clearly in awe of the horses on display. I leaned against the fence next to Ryan, watching them. “See anything you like?”

He looked down at me, his eyes glinting. “I do now.”

“Such a charmer, cowboy,” I teased, slipping my arm around his waist as his draped over my shoulders. “Someone’s gonna snatch you up.”

“I’m already snatched, baby,” he replied with a grin that made my stomach flip.

“Those are some damn good horses right there,” I heard Jake comment, his voice full of admiration.

“Just once I’d like to ride a horse like that,” Colby sighed, watching the pair of them move with fluid grace.

Ryan shot him a sly grin. “If you tried to stop a horse like that, it’d lawn-dart you straight into a cattle trough.”

“What? No way,” Colby shot back, his voice incredulous. “Have you tried trotting past a mirror lately? You look like a drunk cat trying to fuck a football.”

Ryan blinked. “What? What the hell are you talking about?”

Mia didn’t even glance at Jimmy as he asked, “Can I talk to you?” The silence between them was thick—like she didn’t want him to leave, but he couldn’t seem to get out of his own head long enough to say no.

Mia turned back to us, trying to break the tension. “Hard to believe you could sell one of those and buy a truck.”

Ryan leaned back, hands in his pockets, and smirked. “You can sell one of those and buy a house.”

I watched Jimmy walk into the barn, his movements familiar now. He’d grown up a lot since that first day, the green kid who tried to ride my horse like he knew what he was doing. But even though he’d come a long way, he still wasn’t quite there yet—not quite a man, not yet sure of his worth. Texas would show him that.

He just had to figure it out for himself, like we all did.

Travis spun his horse in tight circles, his movements smooth and effortless. I couldn’t help but watch, captivated by the skill.

“That’s a spinning motherfucker right there,” Jake muttered, impressed.

“Yee-fucking-haw,” Laramie added, her voice full of awe.

“That’s the difference between five thousand bucks and three hundred thousand right there,” Travis called back, clearly enjoying the show he was putting on.

“Travis, let me run and stop just once,” Ryan piped up, eyes gleaming with challenge.

“You bet,” Travis shot back, “For three hundred thousand dollars.”

“Come on, just once,” Ryan pressed.

“This is a ‘you break it, you buy it’ kind of situation here, brother,” Travis laughed. “and you can’t afford to buy it. Only race car drivers get to ride race cars.” He trotted over to Ethan and Jake, his voice lowering as he switched gears. “Is the gimp all packed up?”

“The gimp?” Mia’s eyebrow shot up.

“Jerry,” Travis clarified. “No, Jimmy.”

“Yeah, Jimmy’s gonna be ready to go,” Jake answered with a grin.

“We’ll get outta here around sundown,” Travis told them, turning his attention back to the rest of the crew.

“Y’all going with them?” Ryan asked, a trace of curiosity in his voice.

“Yes, sir. Right as soon as Ethan and I get the rest of these colts finished,” Jake replied, his voice steady with purpose.

“Where y’all heading first?” I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it out loud.

“Well, we gotta go to Scottsdale first,” Jake said, rolling the words off his tongue.

“Then we swing into Vegas, meet the cutters,” Ethan added with a grin, the excitement clear in his eyes.

“You lucky son of a bitch,” Ryan muttered, shaking his head.

“Then we gotta go to Fort Worth,” Jake finished, a spark of anticipation in his voice.

“Fuck, that’s the stockyards, man. My old stomping grounds,” Teeter laughed.

“Then we drop dipshit off at the Four Sixes,” Jake continued, shaking his head.

“He’s going to the Four Sixes?” Mia asked, her voice full of disbelief.

“He won’t last a week,” Ryan said, the certainty in his tone clear.

“Have some faith, cowboy,” I replied, giving him a teasing smirk. “Jimmy may surprise you.”

I watched Mia walk off from the corner of my eye, the tension between her and Jimmy still lingering like an unspoken truth. There was something more to the story, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to dig into it.

“Be careful, Jimmy,” I said, watching him carry his bags toward Travis’ truck. “Travis is a dick, but he can teach you a lot about horses while you’re down there. When you’re ready, you can come back.”

He gave me a small nod, eyes downcast, as if he was still processing everything. I stepped forward, ready to hug him, but hesitated when I remembered all the hardware he was wearing. Instead, I extended my hand, offering him a firm handshake.

He looked at it for a moment before shaking it back, his grip surprisingly strong.

—--

I sat atop my horse, looking down at the cattle spread out before me. The whole damn herd had pinkeye.

I let out a slow breath, rubbing my jaw as I watched them blink against the irritation, heads shaking, some of them rubbing their faces against each other or the ground. This wasn’t just a headache—it was a full-blown problem. Left untreated, it’d spread fast, and before long, we’d have blind cattle stumbling around, getting themselves hurt or worse.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “Hey Lloyd we’re gonna have to treat all of them.”

“Let’s push ‘em into the arena, we’ll run ‘em through the chute,” Lloyd called out.

“You don’t want these sick sum’bitches in the arena,” Walker called back, “Let’s just doctor ‘em right here.”

“Well, I fucking said so,” Lloyd shouted back. There had been tension between the two, building since Walker came back. Since Laramie decided it was Walker’s bed she wanted to cuddle up in and not Lloyd’s.

“Hey I didn’t know you was boss when boss is gone,” Walker said.

“Hey, I’m always the boss when the boss is gone,” Lloyd responded.

I was growing tired of the back and forth, “Look, he’s right we should just take care of them here.”

“Push ‘em in the fucking arena,” Lloyd said sharply. “We start dragging them in the pasture they’ll scatter to hell and gone.”

“If we take them in there, every animal we have will get it,” I told him. He wasn’t listening to me. Because to him I was just trying to take Walker’s side over his.

I sat back in my saddle, lips pressing into a firm line as the herd was pushed into the arena despite every instinct telling me it was the wrong call. The cattle hesitated at first, sensing the unease in the air, but eventually, the combined effort of the riders and the dogs got them moving. Dust kicked up in thick clouds, settling on my skin and coating my throat as I watched them shuffle inside.

Lloyd and Walker were still eyeing each other like a couple of bulls ready to lock horns. The tension between them was damn near tangible, thick enough to choke on. It wasn’t just about the cattle or who was calling the shots—it was about pride, about a woman, and about the way things had changed since Walker came back.

I rolled my shoulders, gripping my reins a little tighter. “We better work fast before this turns into a bigger mess than it already is,” I said, hoping to steer the focus back to the problem at hand.

Ryan rode up beside me, tipping his hat back as he watched the cattle settle in. “Hope you got a ‘told-you-so’ locked and loaded,” he murmured. “Cause this ain’t gonna go smooth.”

I didn’t answer, but my gut told me he was right.

“Hey, Lloyd,” Rip called as he rode past the arena, “What in the fuck are you doing?”

“Running them through the chute,” Lloyd answered.

“A couple of them have pinkeye I can see it from here,” Dad told him.

“They all do, we gotta doctor the whole damn herd,” Lloyd responded, “Thought this would be faster.”

“Faster ain’t better, every damn animal in this place will get it,” Rip said.

I groaned in frustration, muttering, “I just fucking said that.”

“You listen to me you move those fucking heifers out, and do your fucking job,” Rip shouted.

“Let’s go, push ‘em back out,” Lloyd called. “That means you too Walker.”

“Hell, you're the boss. Hear that, boys? Boss is gonna let us do some real cowboy shit today,” Walker grinned swinging his lasso.

I knelt over the cattle, injecting them with antibiotics as Colby marked the treated ones with a white X with chalk paint.

The sun bore down on us as we worked, sweat dripping down my back as I moved from one sick animal to the next. The herd shifted uneasily, some of the cattle flinching under the needle, but most were too sluggish from the infection to put up much of a fight. The smell of dust, sweat, and livestock filled the air, mixing with the sharp scent of the antiseptic we were using to clean their eyes.

Ryan rode up alongside me, tipping his hat back as he watched. “You doing alright down there?” he asked.

I wiped my forearm across my forehead, smearing dirt and sweat. “Peachy,” I muttered, standing up to stretch my back before moving to the next cow.

Laramie and Teeter had joined in, keeping the herd contained as best they could while we worked. It was slow, exhausting work, but at least now we were handling it the right way.

Walker nudged Lloyd as he rode past, smirking. “See, wasn’t that hard to listen, was it?”

Lloyd shot him a look that could’ve set dry brush on fire. “You keep running that mouth and you’re gonna be missing a few teeth.”

“You sure about this?” I asked, watching Teeter stir a bubbling concoction in the crockpot. The thick aroma of spices filled the air, but I still had no idea what the hell it was. I wasn’t exactly an expert in the kitchen—cooking was about as foreign to me as a ballet recital—so I stuck to handing her whatever spices and chopped vegetables she asked for, hoping I wasn’t contributing to a disaster in the making.

“Used to make this shit all the time,” Teeter said, tossing in a handful of something dark and fragrant. “Y’all need to quit eatin’ that junk. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, looking skeptical. “You’re wasting your time, Teeter. No one’s gonna eat a thing you cooked.”

Colby groaned from his spot at the table. “When does Gator get back?”

“Thursday,” I answered.

“Thursday?” Colby’s head dropped back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m gonna be dead by then. I can already feel my organs shutting down.” He turned toward Walker, hopeful. “Walker, you know any hunger songs?”

Walker didn’t even glance up. “No.”

Teeter rolled her eyes and lifted a spoonful of whatever she’d been making, blowing on it before holding it out to me. “Tell ‘em.”

I hesitated for half a second before taking the bite. Warm, rich flavors hit my tongue, the perfect balance of heat and seasoning. I blinked in surprise and swallowed. “Shit, this is actually good.”

Colby squinted at me, unconvinced. “I think y’all are in cahoots.”

Teeter slid a full bowl in front of him, and he immediately pushed it back. “Oh, uh… no, I’m good.”

“Come on, baby,” Teeter said, nudging it back toward him. “I keep cooking, you keep not eating. I need you strong for later.” She winked.

Colby looked between her and the bowl like it might explode.

“Fuck it,” Ryan said, grabbing a bowl for himself. “I’m so hungry I’d eat anything right now.” He scooped up a big bite and shoveled it into his mouth, chewing slowly. Then his eyes went wide.

“Told you it was good,” I said, smirking.

Ryan pointed his spoon at Teeter, still chewing. “This is fucking great.”

Colby groaned, grabbing his bowl back. “If I die from this, it’s on all of y’all.”

We all watched as he reluctantly took a bite. A beat of silence, then he exhaled and went for another spoonful.

Teeter leaned back, smug. “Told y’all. Ain’t my first rodeo.”

The rest of the guys crowded around the crockpot, jostling for space as they filled their bowls with whatever the hell Teeter had cooked. The rich, savory smell filled the bunkhouse, but none of us were entirely sure what we were about to eat.

Ryan lifted a spoonful, eyeing it warily. “What do you call this?”

“Sum bits,” Teeter answered casually, ladling another heaping portion into her own bowl.

Jake, mid-bite, suddenly gagged and spit his food back into the bowl. “For fuck’s sake,” he sputtered, reaching for his water bottle.

Colby frowned. “What does that mean?”

Teeter grinned, completely unfazed. “Means it’s good for you, honey.”

Jake, still coughing, shot her a look. “Literally everything from the cow that nobody wants is in that.” He took a swig of water, swished it around his mouth, and spit it into the sink.

Ryan paused mid-chew, glancing at his bowl. “So, like…the whole cow?”

“You mean everything in the cow?” Colby asked, hesitantly poking at the contents of his bowl.

“Evidently,” Ryan shrugged and kept eating. Whatever it was, it hadn’t killed him yet.

Across the table, Ethan suddenly blanched. “Ew. I think I got an eyeball.”

Colby nearly dropped his spoon. “That’s disgusting.”

Ethan held it up for verification, and sure enough, a small, round piece of something that definitely shouldn’t be in food wobbled on his spoon.

“That’s just extra protein,” Teeter said, completely unfazed.

I shook my head, unwilling to let the mystery-meat revelation ruin my meal. I scooped a careful bowl, making damn sure I recognized everything in it before taking a bite.

“Tastes good to me,” Walker said with a shrug, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.

Ryan nodded in agreement, swallowing another bite. “Hell, I ain’t gonna ask questions if it tastes this good.”

Colby sighed in defeat, finally bringing his spoon to his mouth.

Walker carried a bowl over to Lloyd, I suppose it was meant as a peace offering. Lloyd’s face said he wasn’t interested.

“What, you ain't eatin’?” Walker asked, his voice laced with amusement as he eyed Lloyd’s untouched bowl.

Lloyd’s glare was sharp enough to cut through steel.

“You wanna fucking dance, old man?”

The tension snapped the second Walker let his spoon clatter to the floor. Before he could react, Lloyd’s boot connected with his ribs, sending him sprawling across the room.

“Hey! Fucking stop it!” I yelled, but there was no stopping it now.

Walker recovered fast, launching himself at Lloyd with fists flying. He tackled him to the floor, his knuckles slamming into Lloyd’s chest and jaw with brutal efficiency. The scrape of boots against the floor and the sharp grunt of impact filled the room as they went at it like two bulls in a pen, too far gone to hear reason.

Another punch from Lloyd sent Walker hurtling straight into me. I barely had time to react before the impact knocked me backward over a chair. My head hit the ground hard, the sharp crack of pain exploding in my skull. Walker landed right on top of me, driving the air from my lungs with a force that left me gasping.

“Fuck—” I wheezed, trying to push him off.

Ryan and Colby were already on Lloyd, wrestling him back before he could go in for another swing. He fought against their grip, his chest heaving, still itching for blood.

Walker scrambled to his feet, jaw clenched, eyes burning with fury. Jake and Ethan stepped in, blocking his path before he could throw himself back into the fight. The room was a powder keg, one wrong move away from exploding all over again.

Then the bunkhouse door slammed open.

Rip stormed inside, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. The second I saw the look on his face, I knew shit was about to go from bad to worse.

“What’s the rule about fighting, Lloyd?” His voice was deadly calm, the kind that made your stomach drop before the real storm hit.

Lloyd barely had time to straighten before Rip’s fist came flying. The brutal punch connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling over the table in a crash of dishes and curses.

“Goddamn you for making me do this,” Rip muttered, shaking out his hand as he loomed over Lloyd’s crumpled form. The room went deathly silent. No one dared to move.

“You alright, baby?” Ryan extended his hand to help me up.

“I’ve had better, nights,” I told him, rubbing my head.

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kengan-daddies · 2 years ago

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For a Kengan Ashura (threesome). I was thinking Ohma Tokita x Reader x Raian Kure. I was thinking that they’re in established relationship for 2 years and everything was good until Ohma and Raian got into an argument in a shared house. Reader was in their shared room and she heard the conversation and went to them to ask what is going on. Reader suggest them to work it out in a room together and things got heated with them in 20min. 18**

Let's Sex it OutOhma Tokita x Girlfriend Reader x Raian Kure

18+ MDNI THREESOME MDNI 18+

Anime : Kengan Ashura

Characters : Ohma Tokia , Raian Kure

Warnings : polyamorous relationship, Choking, hair pulling, no prep, rough sex, degradation, bodily fluids, cum shots, creampies, voyeurism, violence, blood

You were in the bedroom, watching TV, and both Raian and Ohma were somewhere in the front, last time you saw them they were doing some basic exercises, you left them to their own accord wanting some alone time for a while. 'Those boys, they'll be the end of me... they're so chaotic it's amazing I haven't left them yet,' You thought as you watched your show. It's been two years since you, Ohma, and Raian decided to date one another. First, it was just you and Ohma, but some complications came in with Raian, and in order for everyone to stay happy, you all decided to date one another.

You were deep into your show, watching it with earnestness, the house was pretty quiet, for a while, until you heard Ohma and Raian talking, you didn't think too much about it, opting to ignore them, until something hit the wall hard enough to make your bed slightly vibrate, followed by the sound of grunting and slight yelling. You rolled your eyes as you got up from your comfortable bed.

"What are these idiots up to now?" You asked yourself aloud in an annoyed voice as you snatched open the door. The first thing you saw on the floor was blood. Your eyes locked on the mess for a while before you heard another thump and you walked towards the sound. 'Sounds like they're in the kitchen.' You thought as you made your way towards the kitchen, the trail of blood making your hunch right as you followed the mess. But it didn't lead towards the kitchen, but towards the bathroom.

The door was open, and the sound of skin hitting skin sounded out. You huffed in annoyance as you walked over towards the open doorway, your hands on your hips as you glared at your two idiots. They were in a struggle match of power, pushing against each other in the tight space. Ohma had blood running down his face while Raian had a busted nose. "HEY!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" You shouted. They both paused in what they were doing, before they looked over at you slowly.

"WELL!?... YOU BOTH MADE A DAMN MESS ALL OVER THE HOUSE!! I JUST CLEANED THIS BITCH NOT TOO LONG AGO!!" You shouted. They slowly pulled back from one another, staring at you like two children who got caught. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT IT WAS YOU TWO WERE FIGHTING OVER, THIS SHIT BETTER BE CLEANED UP IN 20 MINUTES OR LESS!!!" You shouted. They nodded their heads, your angry eyes bounced between them a few times before you huffed and walked off, they stood there a little longer before the sound of your door slamming sounded out.

"This is your fault." Ohma said childishly. Raian looked over at him. "MINE!? Last I checked asshat, you were the one who hit me first!!" He shouted back, Ohma scoffed as he walked out the bathroom, Raian following after him. "It wasn't even that hard of a hit, you big baby." He said as he went to a closet in the hall, pulling out the mop. "YOU BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE!!" Raian shouted. "Yeah? And you cracked my damn skull, but you don't see me bitching." Ohma said as he began mopping. "YEAH!! AFTER YOU FUCKING BIT ME, YOU DAMN ANIMAL!!" Raian shouted.

Ohma stayed silent, as he focused on cleaning up the mess. Raian growled before he snatched his head off, going to find something of his own to clean up.

... 'It's been 10 minutes... I better go and see how far along they came.' You thought as you got up from your bed. You opened the door, and looked down, seeing no blood. 'Hmmm.' You thought as you walked around, seeing no blood, you nodded your head, and you walked into the kitchen, seeing both Raian and Ohma washing the dishes together... Kind of... Ohma was washing the dishes, passing them to Raian, who snatched them and rinsed them off aggressively before he placed them in the dish rack. You sighed as you shook your head. 'Look at my silly boys... They better be lucky I love them.' You thought.

"Alright boys, what's wrong? You're both more angrier than usual." You said as you walked over towards them. They both looked back at you before they looked at each other and back at you. "It's Raian, he's more angier than usual." Ohma said, immediately putting the blame on Raian. Raian glared at him. "HAH!? WHAT THE HELL TOKITA!!!" He shouted. You rolled your eyes as you looked over at Raian. "What's wrong Raian? What's got you all aggressive and shit? What's causing it?" You asked.

He growled in frustration. "Nothing is wrong damnit!! If it's anyone who's more angier than usually it would be this fool here!!!" He said as he pressed his pointer finger into Ohma's head. Ohma glared over at him as he slapped his hand away. You stared at them both, unimpressed. "Come on you two, let's go sex it out." You said in a tired voice as you turned around to leave the kitchen, making your way back to the bedroom. They both looked at one another before they both sprinted after you. You heard them grunting in determination as they tried to squeeze through the entryway, you rolled your eyes as you went into the bedroom, crawling on the bed to wait for them.

Eventually, Ohma came running to the room first, Raian hot on his tail. They stopped in front of the open door, staring at you. You were pulling off your shirt, having already pulled off your pants, you sat on your knees, as you looked over at them. "Come on, don't get all shy and quiet now." You said as you lay down on your side. They walked in, crawling on the bed on either side of you. Ohma in front, while Raian in the back. You cupped Ohma's face, the softest of your two boys. You gently kissed his nose and forehead, feeling Raian's hands caress over your hip, ass, and thighs. Ohma's hand rested on your waist, rubbing the skin there as your lips connected in a soft kiss.

Your tongues danced, your body shifting till you were on your back, pulling Ohma halfway over you, his hand pressing into the pillow next to your head. Raian took advantage of your newest position, moving in between your legs, he hoisted them up over his shoulders, as he pulled your panties to the side, his tongue lapping up your lips roughly till he got to your clit, flicking his tongue over it quickly. Your stomach muscles flexed and your thighs twitched, as you moaned into Ohma's mouth.

Raian, feeling superior in making you moan first, chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place as he sucked on your clit, you detached your mouth from Ohma's as you moaned out, your hand going down to run your fingers through Raian's short hair. Ohma looked at you for a moment, feeling slightly dejected, before he reached down, palming your breast through your bra as he left wet kisses up your neck. You pulled your hand from Raian's hair as you grabbed Ohma's hand, guiding it under your bra, his fingers rubbing over your nipple.

Your other hand wrapped around Ohma's head, as you hugged him close to you, your fingers combing through his hair, your other hand rubbing his back. He took that as a chance to pull your bra down, pulling your breasts out as he lapped his tongue over your nipples, before sucking on it as he held you tightly to him. Raian's, tongue darted into you, as his nose rubbed against your clit, wanting your attention again.

You moaned loudly as your grip on Ohma's hair tightened, making him groan in response. Raian chuckled as he flattened his tongue, widening it inside your pulsing pussy making you mew, his nose pressed down more on your puffy clit as he shook his head giving your clit stimulation, you bucked up into him, grinding your clit on his nose as his tongue slipped out, he pulled back some, making you whine in protest but it was quickly changed to a moan when he plunged in two of his fingers. "HHHEHEHEHEHEH!!! Look at you, a whiny little bitch in heat, and all from just my mouth and fingers.. See that, Tokita~, this is how you do it." He said cockily as he thrusts his fingers into you quickly, curling his fingers up as he grazed your g-spot roughly.

Ohma pulled back from your breasts, his lips wet from his saliva, your nipples equally wet, as he looked down at Raian. "You're not teaching me anything new, moron, besides, I would've made her cum by now." He said, challenge in his voice. Raian glared at him as he pulled his fingers from your clenching pussy, making you groan in frustration. 'Damnit, I was almost there too.' You thought. Raian and Ohma stared each other down, the air grew tense, their eyes sizing each other up. 'Really? Now?' You thought as you stared at them tiredly. Your eyes brighten in thought as you got an idea.

"Guys, I have an idea. You can both see who's better than who, by seeing who can make the other cum faster." You suggested a proud smile on your face. They looked over at you. "What the hell kind of proposal is that?" Ohma asked. "Yeah, you make it seem like we'll actually do that for each other, get real." Raian said. You rolled your eyes. "You both obviously need more of a fix than I do, so why not solve your issues by being the other stress deliver while also having a good challenge?" You said with a shrug.

They both looked over at each other before they looked back at you. "If one of us wins, what do we get?" Raian asked. You smiled. "You get to have me all to yourself for a week." You said. They looked at one another before they smirked. "Deal." "Deal." They said. You smiled and nodded. "But first, one of you need to make me cum first, I refuse to remain unsatisfied while you both get off." You said as you placed a foot on Raian's shoulder pushing him back some. He chuckled. "Heh... easy." He said, as he began to unbuckle his pants. You slammed your heel down on his hand making him look up at you in shock. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN!!?" He shouted. You wagged your finger.

"Uh, uh, uh... You have to make me cum, while not cumming yourself, so chose your... tool wisely." You said. Ohma stared down at you before he smirked at your proposal. "Okay then, so we have to get you to cum, without cumming ourselves, but we can use whatever we want huh?" He said, a mischievous smirk on his face. You nodded your head. "That's right, so if you do use your cock, Raian, you can't cum... at all.... unless your stamina isn't all what you hype it up to be." You taunted. Raian's smirk fell. "Heh, I have the highest stamina in this room." He said. Oham scoffed. "As if, you always cum way before me." He said as he began unbuttoning his pants.

Raian smirked as he unbuckled his belt as he too unbuttoned his pants. You pulled off your bra and panties, throwing them on the floor as you prop yourself up on some pillows. 'This is gonna be fun.' You thought. You watched as they threw their pants and underwear on the floor, their cocks hard, pre cum leaking from their tips. "Damn, ya'll sure are pent up... I don't think y'all be able to make it past round one." You teased. Raian scoffed as he crawled up on the bed, Ohma sat next to you, sitting on the side as he folded his arms behind his head.

"I'll make it into round two, just you watch." Raian said as he grabbed your legs, snatching you down till his cock was over your pussy. You smirked up at him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, putting your legs up on his shoulders. "Then show me, because talk is cheap, big boy." You said. He didn't say anything as he reached down between you, giving his cock a few pumps, some of his precum leaked down on your lower stomach and pussy, the liquid cold to the touch.

He guided his tip to your entrance, and he looked up at Ohma. "Make sure you try not to touch yourself, Tokita because I want you at your best when it's your turn." He said. Ohma smirked but he didn't say anything. Raian looked down at you, as he pushed the tip into you, you moaned as your eyes fluttered, your arms tightening around his shoulder as he pushed into you, the girth of his cock stretching your cunt made your head fall back, his hands pressed into the pillow next to your head. "Damn... you're always so damn tight." He grunted as he slowly bottomed out inside of you, his cock twitching as he finally did and he gave a deep groan.

You gave a light-breathed chuckle. "What's wrong?... Gonna cum from just... entering?" You teased, he glared down at you as he suddenly wrapped his hand around your throat, you gagged at the sudden choke, your hands wrapping around his wrists. "You sure like to run that damn mouth of yours... If only Tokita wasn't such a bitch, I'd have him choke you with his cock." He said as he began thrusting into you.

Ohma scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Last I checked, I wasn't the one who came premature last time." He said. Raian glared over at him as his grip on your throat tightened some and he trusted slightly harder, the tip of his cock ramming into your g-spot making you give a ragged and choked moan. "Shut the hell up...it was your damn fault." He said through a grunt as his cock twitched. Ohma looked off from him. "So... are you saying that you find me so attractive that I made you cum on the spot, all because my cock grazed yours?" He taunted. Raian thrusts pick up speed and strength, making the bed slightly shake as he glared at Ohma.

A light sweat broke out on his forehead as he grunted. "NO!! That's not the case at all... you pompous asshat." He growled. Your nails dug into his wrist making him loosen his tight grip slightly, your red eyes glossy with tears as you gave a choked cough. 'I'm not gonna last long... He must get off to arguing with Ohma... because shit man, he's about to make me cum.' You thought as you felt that familiar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. Their arguing sounded distant as you felt Raian cock twitch every time Ohma insulted him.

Your legs fell from his shoulder, one around his waist and the other on his arm as you tightened them around him as best as you could, your hips bucking up into him. Your vision dulled from the lack of proper air, your pussy fluttering, the feeling of his hard thrusts hitting your g-spot, the feeling in the pit of your stomach popping and your eyes rolled as your orgasm rolled through you hard. "NUUGH!!!" You loudly moan as your hips jerked. "AH FUCK!!" Raian shouted as your pussy tightened around his twitching cock, nearly making him cum as he placed his face into the crook of your neck, his hand letting go of your throat as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, helping you to ride out your intense orgasm.

Ohma smirked. "Look at that... You almost came, Raian... I'm surprised that you didn't." he said as he watched Raian pull out of your pulsing pussy, your juices making his jumping cock shiny as he huffed, he glared over at Ohma. "I'm getting real tired of your shit, Tokita." He growled as he rolled you over on your side. You whined as you curled up, your afterglow hugging your warm body.

"You and me, right now, Tokita, since you want to talk all that shit." Raian said, his eyes gleaming in lust and determination. Ohma stared at him a little longer before he gave a halfhearted chuckle. "Hmph, and have you cum from just a few thrusts, yeah no thanks, I wanna actually get satisfied and not left with blue balls." He said, his eyes trailing down to Raian's cock seeing it twitch and he smirked. "You can barely hold your load now, and you wanna try and challenge me like that? Ha, get real." He said. Raian glared at him.

"You calling me weak? I can go longer than you think, Tokita. I can make you cum long before I ever do!!" He said. Ohma's lust-filled eyes squinted in determination and Raian's did the same. "Fine... but if you cum and leave me with blue balls, you'll have to do all of my chores... after you come back from your little weak long vacation." He said as he flipped over on his hands and knees. Raian smirked as he crawled up behind him. His hands grabbed a handful of ass cheeks as he spreads them. His eyes zoned in on Ohma's twitching hole. "Hmph, save those chores because It'll be you who'll be doing them, TOKITA!!" He shouted as he rammed inside making Ohma jerk his head back as he grunted in pain.

"ASSFUCKER!! NEXT TIME WARN ME!!" Ohma shouted. "AH SHUT IT!!" Raian said as he bottomed out, he groaned as he leaned his head back, his cock twitching inside of Ohma. 'Damnit... I better not fucking cum.' He thought. He sat there for a moment, trying to calm down, Ohma dropped his head, his arms slightly shaky as he controlled his breathing. They sat there a while longer before Ohma looked back. "What's wrong?... Realizing that you're about to cum?" He challenged. Raian glared at him as he smirked. "Hah!! As if, your ass is good, but it's not that good, Tokita!!" He said, as he pulled back till the tip was left and he rammed back in.

Ohma's head snatched back as he groaned out, he was grateful to you, the slick from your orgasm providing as great lube. Raian's hands trailed up to Ohma's waist, his grip strong as he rammed into Ohma, the sound of skin clapping against each other, the bed rocking, Raian's balls slapping into the back of Ohma's making them both groan. Ohma's cock leaked precum, his cock bouncing from the power of Raian's thrusts. "Not so talkative now... huh Tokita?" Raian grunted out. Ohma grunted as he looked back at Raian. "I can still talk... I'm just busy... actually trying to feel your puny cock actually hit something." He shot back.

Raian growled as he glared down at him, his hips angled upwards and he thrusts harder, making Ohma's eyes wide and his jaw drop as his eyes flutter. The tip of Raian's cock hits Ohma's prostate just right. Raian smirked but faltered when he felt Ohma tighten around him, Ohma's arms gave out, as he dropped to his elbows, and his cock pulsed in time with Raian's thrusts. Raian smirked a he grabbed Oham's hair, yanking it back as he pulled Ohma's head back.

"You gonna cum, Tokita?... Is my 'puny' cock making you feel good?" He taunted as he spoke into Ohma's ear. Drool trailed down Ohma's chin as his eyes rolled, his balls tightened and he gave a whimpering moan as he felt his orgasm coming on. The sound of Ohma's whines made Raian's cock pulse, he wrapped his arm around tightly around Ohma's neck, a smirk on his face as he choked him from behind. "Come on... cum already... do it... I know you want to." Raian said as he licked up the back of Ohma's ear. Ohma choked out a moan as he gave a last-ditch effort, as he tighten up his hole, making Raian give a faulting thrust. "AH FUCK!!! You little dickwad." Raian grunted out.

Ohma smirked, his eyes half-lidded as he did it again making Raian give a staggering groan as he felt his end coming. 'No!! No, no, no!!' He thought as he let go of Ohma's hair, his hand going down to grab Ohma's cock, his grip tight as he gave fast strokes to his pulsing cock. Oham's hand wrapped around his wrist, his grip tight as he tried to stop Raian, but it was futile as Ohma gave a loud whimpering moan as his eyes closed and he grunted in time with his orgasm, his cum shooting out onto the pillows. "Nuugh..fuck-ing...finally." Raian grunted out as he buried his face into the back of Ohma's hair as he came hard into Ohma. They rode out their orgasms for a moment, their grunts sounding out before it all went quiet.

They both huffed and puffed as they both fell forward onto the bed, Ohma grunted when Raian fell on top of him, but they both made no move, too hot and tired to do anything about it. They both slowly began to relax, their breathing evening out. "So... who came first?" You suddenly asked. They opened their eyes as they looked over at you. You were wearing Ohma's shirt, a bottle of water in each of your hands, and a cookie in your mouth as you stared down at them. "When the hell did you leave the bed?" Ohma asked. You shrugged. "When you guys were busy fucking." You simply said. Raian chuckled. "Hehehe, an opportunist at her finest." He said. Ohma groaned as he shoved at Raian's face. "Get off, you're heavy." He said tiredly, making Raian grunt as he fell off of Ohma.

You shook your head, you were gonna repeat your question, but something was telling you that they didn't know, and you didn't need them starting another argument.

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warm-throated · 2 months ago

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Rambling about The Collection (2012)

Oh. My God. I think this might be my favourite movie series. My God!

Alright, so I took notes throughout the film for highlights (spoilers ahead as usual) + this will be long, long as hell, so buckle up:

I love the intro being somewhat of an edit for the Collector. The metal music, the buzzing of insects (yes, I want to make a collectkin edit to ptolemaea), the close-ups. Gorgeous, gorgeous. My evil blueberry. I have to show a bit of restraint when writing all this or else it'll become tedious but know that every time the Collector was on screen, I cheered.

The whole thing in the night club was a riot. I was like "What's he doing up there?" and then the combine cutter came down and I was so excited because they really upped the ante for some of these traps. If it wasn't blatantly obvious, I love him?

I liked the crotch shot from below. Yeah.

I love Arkin so much, too ! He always just wants to help out. He's like an anime girl with a heart of gold. I want to draw a picture of a golden locket with his mugshot for theft on one side and him with his cut forehead and broken teeth on the other side (or potentially him with the knifed cheeks, returning to this).

Noteworthy, Arkin's face was basically unscathed by the time he awoke in the hospital. The Collector finds him pretty? Also, the red roses with the card ?? I love the taunting 🥰🥰

When he gets recruited by Lucello, I seriously thought he was smiling like "You really think you can get him?" but he was actually like "What's the plan?" You crazy bitch! Good for you.

Some of the scenes where Arkin was warning Lucello and his team about the Collector felt very much like Will Graham warning Inspector Pazzi about Lecter. Mad as hell that Lucello dragged him into this mess.

"Ladies first." / "Eat a dick..." as a whined response: key interaction!

Was rooting for Elena and I liked her a lot. The manoeuvre with the bra was very cool. Hated Lucello quite a bit purely for tricking and guilting Arkin. It was fairly obvious he'd trick him but the guilting made me so mad.

The drugged victims idea was kind of wild. I don't even know if I want to look into the pharmacological know-how behind that, it's just a bit hard for me to imagine that kind of targeted aggression being the result of just drugs (which could imply hypnotherapy which again isn't something that just anyone can perform effectively). The action sequences were almost comedic at times, similar to Saw IV with its fight scenes, but it didn't feel out of place.

For both The Collector (2009) and The Collection (2012), it's really funny because the plot is quite literally one of those YT videos where a bug keeper has more than one of his bugs break out of their enclosure and he has to find them again. You see his "Not this shit again" expression every time he hears a sound from Arkin or Elena and it's a treat.

I loved loved loved the switcheroo he did with the hook. Was such a fun scene. Also, him bursting in the door with his dogs. Why is he so dramatic? I love him so much.

Returning back to Arkin's knifed cheeks: helloooooo ??? That was so hot💕💕💕 Oh my God. And it was such fun to see the Collector get his shit rocked by Arkin. Look, I'm big into sadomaso stuff (if the cruisin' for a bruisin' tag wasn't obvious enough), but one thing I think about A LOT is how a lot of seasoned sadists like to give heat but they can't really take it? And yeah, it does something for me to see one really get it handed back to him, it's super hot actually. Wow. Great movie. Yeah.

Elena breaking the tanks to save Arkin made me tear up. He's always trying to help others, I'm so glad someone came to help him. [EDIT 28/04: Cutting out some incorrect information on the wet specimen fluids. The % ethanol should be high enough to be majorly flammable so what Elena did should have roasted Arkin, actually. Welp.]

Okay, and now the ending scene. Hooo boy ! WOW. Okay, so. Very tasteful décor. Love the little terrarium displays he has. And the gunpoint interaction ! Tell me you didn't think about Will and Hannibal s2 post-prison ! You can't! MY GOD. Oh, and Arkin was so hot threatening the Collector and shoving him into that damn box. I'm so happy. This was so good. Like the scene speaks for itself; I could never articulate in any meaningful way how satisfying that was.

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I've purposely avoided talking about Abby until now because I think the relations the Collector has or is implied to have with his victims is important to cover holistically. Firstly, while I think Arkin is interesting to the Collector (he was a part of his collection, at least temporarily, and the Collector was planning to call on him again based on the roses and card), he's not his favourite. Do I trust Abby's word that she's his favourite? Sort of, but I do think if he found another specimen he preferred she would be turned into a wet specimen. I think Arkin has the potential to be that replacement, but again, part of collecting is curating a collection. You may have a prized piece, but the collection depends on the pieces coordinating.

Abby is a much more permanent fixture in his collection compared to everyone else and he get so mad about her death. The way he kept glaring at Elena, assigning the blame to her, was fantastic. Using Elena to flush out the others and kill them all is also interesting. The death of Abby provokes total annihilation of his oeuvre (probably not solely because the cops are right outside). We know from Abby that she has been tested several times by him, to the point that she believes it's best to be loyal to him. She's dressed in a pretty dress, her hair is styled, her makeup is done (the makeup seemingly done by the Collector himself to mimic the porcelain dolls). The care he puts into her is distinct to the torture we see every other victim face.

As an aside, I've seen some people mention that she was kidnapped as a kid and that's why she seems mentally regressed, but I don't agree with that. I think it's possible that it's just the sort of psychological defence that can be seen in some adult survivors of extreme torture and abuse, or a learned appeasement technique.

So how is this relation with Abby relevant to Arkin's relationship with the Collector? Her death evokes such a strong reaction out of the Collector, nothing that can be compared to his reaction when Arkin escaped. Perhaps he would have reacted in similar anger if someone had killed Arkin but I highly doubt it—Arkin is not developed, he's just bait (unlike Abby).

But the Collector is significant to Arkin. He is more significant than anyone else, no one has altered his life so drastically as the Collector has. And I think it really irks him to know that he's so affected by him, yet can be cast aside easily enough. Which is part of why the ending is so hot to me. Arkin can inflict on the Collector to the same extent what was inflicted on him to, hopefully, produce similar resultant emotional depth. Until the Collector is as changed by Arkin as Arkin is by the Collector. Until he understands.

Yeah, yeah, doomed toxic yaoiship conclusion. Pack it up.

#the collection 2012 #the collector 2009 #I'm very confused where the Asa Emory name came from?

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sayakxmi · 2 years ago

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I finally got myself together to finish the trolltags/lands I have for the dancestors, that I overthought to hell and back, so why not share. Explanations under the cut!

(Also, I probably should mention that it's all in context of an AU, so if some things are confusing, that's why.)

KANKRI:

vendicateThumomacule [VT] Kankri's original trolltag is, well, grey to hide his indentity, and is actually a small nod to John/June. Hence the letters are VT, absolutely taken from VanTas. Mostly, because ectoBiologist has EB like EgBert. You know how these letters are taken from the genetic code, but John/June ended up breaking from it? Well, Kankri's the opposite here. The very first mutation, someone who didn't belong there, but inserted himself there anyway.

Vendicate means to claim for oneself, whereas Thumomacule comes from two words - thumomancy (divination by means of one’s own soul) and macule, which can be either a) (in printing) to blur, as from a double impression in printing, or b) (in anatomy) another name for macula (a discolored spot on the skin). The second definition refers to his mutation, while the first, I'm kind of thinking about blur/double impression as a reference to The Signless, and seeing visions of another world. Personally, I love the idea that Kankri's always had these visions as well, so that's what I was going for here.

As for constructiveGrievance, I'll be honest, I've seen it once upon a time, I don't know where, and internalized it as his trolltag. He has a lot of grievances, and tries to be constructive about it. (Whether he succeeds is up for debate, lmao).

As for his land, the Land of Conduits and Valves: Conduit: - a pipe or passage for water or electrical wires to go through - reference to Mituna (as I am a huge Captor&Vantas whatever the fuck they have going on enjoyer) - a way of connecting two places - the aspect of Blood - someone or something that provides a way of passing something such as information or payments from one person to another - role of a Seer, but also a small reference to The Signless again, passing information about different worlds between each other Valves - a device that opens and closes to control the flow of liquids or gasses, or a similar structure in the heart and the veins that controls the flow of blood - pretty obvious aspect connection.

In general, thinking about the Seers' lands, they all have somewhat... liquidy feel to it. Rose's has literal rain, while Terezi's land has these thought river-like things on the sky. So I was also thinking about something fluid, and, well, blood.

Kankri's land is pretty similar to Dave's, except there's no cogs or lava, only endless red-and-blue pipelines that are meant to let the blood flow, but the valves aren't letting it, and empty void beneath your feet. It's an extremly unpleasant land.

It's a bit of a theme, actually, that the lands are pretty hostile towards their players here - since the game was tampered wth, Skaia knew early on that this session had no chance at succeeding, so it was quite literally trying to get the players to make The Scratch faster. F.

It's actually quite evident since the get-go, Kankri's land is LOCAV. So. Random fact: I'm Polish. In Polish the way you read V in English is the same as we read W. So I could write it as CAW. A sound made by a crow. And, well. One Crow: bad luck, loss, unpleasant catastrophic changes.

From the very moment Kankri got into the game, it was already lost. RIP.

Also, I've meant what I've said. I aggressively overthought it, lmao.

DAMARA:

acroamaticAcicutie Acroamatic - esoteric - “intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest” - I was thinking about her ability to speak & control ghosts, a medium, but, yeah, honestly, it can also allude to the fact that as far as we know only Rufioh actually understands her speech. Acicula - One of the needlelike or bristlelike spines or prickles of some animals and plants; also, a needlelike crystal. Connected with cutie.

Land of Ponds and Shimmer, well, when it comes to Shimmer I was thinking about light reflecting on crystals, since her Scratch device looked like these music boxes on Aradia's land, so there had to be Some crystals in there. But it can also be the shimmer of the ponds. With ponds, I was kind of thinking about koi ponds? Who's stopping me from there being koi fish, tbh. The ponds are also a reference to Meenah, because, well, water. But also small one to Rufioh, I guess. Also, ponds and reflections (When will my reflection show who I am inside).

In general, Witches lands are, imo, pretty, colorful, and dangerous if you aren't careful. And that's also what I thought about Damara's land - looks very pleasant, but crystals can have some sharp edges, ponds be deeper that it has any reason to etc, etc.

But since all their lands make things difficult for the dancestors, the catch of this one is that it makes Damara homesick. :)

Ah, but here's my favorite part. PAS. Pas is Polish for fold in poker. "Folding simply means to let go of your cards and surrender the pot to another player". Or another set of players. ;>

RUFIOH

agromaniacalTauroboly Agromania - intense desire to be in open spaces Tauroboly - the ritual sacrifice of a bull. I like to think about is as a contrast to Tavros' trolltag, in which Tavros is a bit more of plot’s sacrificial bull, but his trolltag relates to bulls fighting, whereas Rufioh would wreck people’s shit if it wasn’t for his non-existent self-worth & confidence, but his trolltag relates to sacrificing a bull.

The Land of Breeze and Hills has a somewhat simple etymology. All the Breath player we know had some specific type of wind in their land's name (literally Wind for John/June, and Zephyr for Tavros), so I went with something similar. And boy oh boy, is Breeze a reference. Obviously, Breeze relates to water, and that way it references three pretty important gals in Rufioh/The Summoner's life - Damara (ponds), Meenah (a seadweller), and Aranea, or more specifically Mindfang, who was a pirate. As for Hills, Rogues tend to have some rises, like Roxy's pyramids, or Nepeta's... sugar cube pyramids? So I thought about hills for Rufioh to more or less fit it in, very much thinking about"a hill to die on".

BAH is kind of weaker, but at the same time, it gave me some ideas for the land. In several languages it means flood, but in a few others it's an expression of disbelief, disdain, resignation & scorn.

LOBAH is flooded, which is a huge pain for Rufioh, whose wings aren't really good for damp environments. His mobility sure is limited, which kind of sucks. He could probably ask some imps to help him out in travel, but that'd mean using his powers, and he's not a big fan of them. }:(

MITUNA

technicolorAlytarch Technicolor - a vivid or bright color “Alytarch in ancient Olympic games was the leader of the police force who assisted the Hellanodikai to impose fines on athletes who did not follow the rules” "Hellanodikai - literally meaning Judges of the Greeks - were the judges of the Ancient Olympic Games, and the success of the games was attributed to their efforts". I like the idea of it referring to more than one character, but ofc I thought of Latula first.

Land of Screens and Skyscrapers Skyscrapers as in heights & danger, at least that’s my association. Something about falls, especially when you're very high... Screening - concealing, protecting, sheltering. But also screening, as in “checking for disease when there are no symptoms. Since screening may find diseases at an early stage, there may be a better chance of curing the disease”. Also, fun fact, SAS is a group of highly trained British soldiers who work on secret or very difficult military operations. SAS is an abbreviation for 'Special Air Service'.” I wonder if it's relevant.

Heirs' lands tend to be really dark for some reason, but it's a bit difficul to say if it's a theme for them, because Equius' aspect is literally Void, so of course his land is dark. But I went for it. I'd say LOSAS resembles Dirk's land a bit, but there's also a shitton of giant screens on the building, all of them not working properly. The land is dangerous in it's nature, and generally not the most pleasant place to be in (ah, Doom players), but it sure gets worse after Mituna's accident, now that he has trouble seeing, and his balance also got quite bad. F.

MEULIN

acuteCardiograper Acute: - causes severe problems or damage; - pain or illness is one that quickly becomes very severe; - aware of or able to recognize small differences between things, or being accurate in judging something; The first two are more foreshadowing, whereas the last one is the actual intent. Since she's an amazing matchmaker whose speciality is the Hreat. Cardiography - the use of a machine to record the beating of the heart. So. You know. Hehe. Meulin's trolltag is an ad. Bonus a cute cardiographer.

Land of Lily Pads and Wisps Lily Pads are literally there in Openbound, but also I like the general symbolism of lilies - purity, innocence and rebirth. I think it describes Meulin very well. Wisps - of smoke, of light, but also will o' the wisp - a person that is difficult or impossible to reach or catch on (OR aurora). Of course even Meulin can't have nice things. Her land mocks her for being "useless". (Note: I'm not saying that she is, but that's how she feels). LOLPAW is not exactly deep.

PORRIM

gallivantAvantgarde Gallivant - to visit or go to a lot of different places, enjoying yourself and not worrying about other things you should be doing. Avantgarde - the painters, writers, musicians, and other artists whose ideas, styles, and methods are very original or modern in comparison to the period in which they live, or the work of these artists. Porrim's attitude, essentially.

Land of Threads and Frogs Threads like fabric, but also thread/fabric of the universe Also thread as in “to move forwards, often changing direction in order to avoid people or things”. Which is, well, what she was supposed to do. Another land that isn't exactly dangerous, but feels more like a mockery. Cluttered, soft & pastel. You could say ""girly"". She hates it here.

Maid's lands are pretty nice, though they tend to lack the aspect the Maid is supposed to create, at least that's what I've understood.

TAF - a substance, consisting of protein and nucleic acid developed in a malignant tumor, that stimulates the formation of capillaries for nourishing the tumor and carrying off its waste matter. A connection to Kankri, and especially The Dolorosa's role in The Signless' life.

LATULA

I'll be honest, I'm not exactly the proudest of hers, but this grl was giving me a headache at some point. Mostly when it comes to her trolltag, because I like the name of her land, but oh well. I was tired.

galiantCaballerial Galiant - “Galiant is a mixture of two words; Valiant (Possessing Courage and Determination), and Gallant (Grand, Fine). This is what you call someone who excels at anything they play, mainly videogames.” Urban Dictionary. I'm not sure it's the most believable source, but you know what, why not. If it's not really a thing, what's stopping me from headcanoning that it is on Beforus? Or add a small backstory that Liltula found that term & loved it, used for his trolltag & only later found out it's not a real thing. Now she's living a lie. Caballerial - a trick invented by Steve Caballero in the early 1980s in which the skater performs a 360-degree ollie in a ramp while riding fakie and without grabbing.

Land of Smoke and Mirrors Smoke and Mirrors - the obscuring or embellishing of the truth of a situation with misleading or irrelevant information. Other than the obvious, it's not a big discovery that the Knights' lands are filled with danger and even things they personally hate & fear. Mirrors for somebody as self-conscious and obsessed over her presentation? And also smoke. There might be fire somewhere, but she can't smell it, she won't know she's in danger until she gets closer to it. F. No cool meaning for SAM :(

ARANEA

amasthenicGraphomaniac Graphomania - a compulsive urge to write Amasthenic - uniting the rays of light into one focus, as a certain kind of lens does (in photography)

Land of Swirls and Candles Swirls - I was thinking about the weather, so connection to Breath, but also whirlpools, so connection to water. Extreme weather. Hella important in sailing. Etc. Also swirls & cherubs. Candles - light. Quite simple. LOSAC is essentially a gorgeous dark forest lit by candles, and Aranea is blind as shit in there. Did I mention that Skaia doesn't want them to keep going? :) Other than that: - Candle Queen by GUMI is such an Aranea song, you won't tell me otherwise. - one of the definitions of a SAC is "a covering that surrounds a tumor" i WoNdEr If It'S rElEvAnT

HORUSS

compoundTegument Tegument - natural covering of an animal or plant body Compound: - a thing that is composed of two or more separate elements; a mixture - make (something bad) worse; intensify the negative aspects of But Also - compound bow - A hand-drawn, hand-held bow that for similar poundage at full draw, stores more energy than a recurve bow through the use of two cables and two eccentric wheels

Land of Copper and Bolts Copper can be used in making steam engines. “Brown coins of low value made of copper or bronze”. And making electrical wires. “any of various small widely distributed butterflies of the genera Lycaena, Heodes, etc, typically having reddish-brown wings: family Lycaenidae” h u h Can mean “policeman”... Law reinforcement… Executioners… HMM. Bolts - well, bolts, but also arrowheads (in crossbows), also to quickly escape, and also (lightning)bolt, also A bolt is also a part of a gun that pushes the cartridge (= container filled with explosive powder) into position to be fired - I wonder if it its *gets shot* CAB - besides the obvious - “the enclosed compartment of a lorry, locomotive, crane, etc, from which it is driven or operated” - trains. steam. it’s all coming together “the glass-enclosed area of an airport control tower in which the controllers are stationed” listen, it works for me, but I can’t explain Why “first cab off the rank” - the first person, etc, to do or take advantage of something - like. the first person to take advantage of somebody’s malleable and passive personality…?

Steampunk land. What can I say. Downside: them damn bolts everywhere. You can hurt yourself :<

KURLOZ

tumultuousCaduceator Tumultuous - chaotic or disorderly; full of noise, commotion, or turbulence. Caduceator - herald; messenger Also similar to Caduceus (prolly related), so a relation to Mituna who is a Gemini - Gemini is ruled by Mercury (Hermes’ Roman name, the Caduceus belonged to him) So it’s a mixed bag of relations to others: tumultuous is a relation to Caliborn (there’s even a wholeass Sign of the Tumultuous - Caniborn). Herald/messenger is akin to Kankri’s role of a prophet. Except he’s heralding Lord English’s arrival rather than another Signless’. And, well, the Mituna connection. It’s also a Doom connection, lmao.

Land of Pits and Thrills You have this huge never-ending theme park with random pits where you least expect them, cartoonish experience. In general, Princes' lands tend to be extremely dangerous in ways that relate to their aspects, and, well, cartoon-like traps break the immersion a bit, really makes you think about everything being fake. Plus a theme park doesmake one think about the HS clowns a bit, right? Another one of my faves, PAT means a stalemate in Polish - a situation in chess where one of the players can’t move according to the rules, but their king isn’t in check - it ends the game in a draw. Technically, they haven't lost, and yet they cannot progress :o)

CRONUS

corbanAlluvion Corban - offering to God in fulfillment of a vow / kinda thinking abt it regarding Cronus wanting to fulfill his “destiny” Allivion - effect of water impacting on shoreline (eg. deluge) Was I tempted for Cronus to have his trolltag as cronusAmpora? Yes. Absolutely. But in the end I decided to pretend that I Am A Serious Writer.

Land of Tides and Rows Tidal island - a piece of land that is connected to the mainland by a natural or man-made causeway that is exposed at low tide and submerged at high tide Also changing tides. Row - well, rowing, so water travel. This land looks quite nice on the first glance, but once you start to travel you find out, that the further you go, the darker and more dangerous it becomes. Oh no. Also, the water is definitely tainted. TAR - a dark, thick flammable liquid distilled from wood or coal, consisting of a mixture of hydrocarbons, resins, alcohols, and other compounds. It is used in road-making and for coating and preserving timber. But also as a verb: blame or damage the reputation of (someone).

MEENAH

cerescentConqueror Conqueror - obvious Cerescent - a typo she didn’t care to correct; crescent is a phase of the moon (halfmoon); Ceres is a roman goddess of harvest etc.

Land of Passages and Harvest Passages as literal passages, but also in: passage of time, or passing = death, so a relation to Damara. And Harvest is, well, harvest. In general, the only other Thief we have is Vriska, and her land is essentially "things that help in stealing her aspect" and "something that represents her aspect". In this case, then, you need to let the time pass for harvest to begin. Also, I love the idea that all Life Players have some representation of the other players on their planet, just like Jane's lamps. In this case, Meenah has flowers. I have yet to finish it, but I did assign some already. PAH - used to express disgust or contempt. Aka Meenah's reaction when she first saw her bright colorful land full of flowers.

Final notes: - ok, so, the idea for LOLPAW, Thrills in Kurloz's land & Avantgarde for Porrim's trolltag are from kanmeu, Caballerial is 100% an accident, though, when I've found that word I thought it looked familiar, and Oh. - I might fix the formatting tomorrow, idk, but it sure ain't gonna be now.

#homestuck #kankri vantas #damara megido #rufioh nitram #mituna captor #meulin leijon #porrim maryam #latula pyrope #aranea serket #horuss zahhak #kurloz makara #cronus ampora #meenah peixes #dancestors #hs: pfh #today on the “things nobody asked for”#but also i did mention at some point that i was working on this & finally sat down & finished

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