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duhragonball · 4 months ago

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Chainsaw Man ch. 75-79

"Mr. President, the camera is this way."

Last time, Aki had a disturbing vision of the future, in which Denji slew both Aki and Power. Angel Devil suggested he consult with Makima about this, but then Angel suddenly remembered his first encounter with Makima, when she mind-controlled him into slaughtering a bunch of humans whom he loved.

So the secret is out, Makima has been mind-controlling her Public Safety agents for some time now, except that the secret really isn't out, because Makima quickly re-establishes control over Angel before anyone can do anything about it. She compels both of them to make a contract with Makima, giving themselves to her completely. It seems odd that such a contract could be binding, but apparently that's the way Makima's power works.

For what it's worth, Makima apologizes to both Aki and Angel, but she believes this was the only way. There are many spies in Japan, and her plans for the Gun Devil have already been compromised. This is her only way forward.

Meanwhile, in the United States, the President is apparently on the phone with... the Gun Devil? He observes that Makima has become all but unstoppable, and most nations have already resigned themselves to defeat, but he can't let it end without trying something, so he makes a contract with the Gun Devil. One year of the life spans of the entire U.S. population, in exchange for the Gun Devil killing Makima, aka the Control Devil.

There's a joke in here somewhere about the United States sacrificing lives to a gun, but I can't quite put it into words.

So I was wrong about Makima simply being the Gun Devil. It seemed like the simplest explanation for a lot that was going on, but I wasn't too far off. I figured Makima had to be some kind of devil, and if she wasn't Gun then she must be some other devil just as fearsome. This series began with the notion that Makima was trying to save the world from the Gun Devil, but now things have reached the point where the world is hoping the Gun Devil will save them from Makima.

I'm... a bit irritated with this, actually. I was kind of digging what Makima was saying in the last few chapters, about Gun Devil already being defeated and his flesh scattered across the world. Apparently all of that was a lie, and Gun Devil was fine the whole time, because the President has his phone number. Everything keeps coming back to the Gun Devil, but what the fuck is the Gun Devil, then?

Well, here it is. As soon as the contract is made, this big boy rises up from the sea and starts moving towards Makima's position. The narration describes its movement, and lists all the people killed in Gun Devil's wake.

Here's a close-up shot of the guy so you can see all the horrified faces in its chest. It's a nice design, but this is kind of a letdown. Gun Devil has been set up as the main antagonist of the series, but now we finally get to Gun Devil and it's just another pawn in whatever game Makima is playing. It doesn't even get any lines.

As the Gun Devil approaches, it starts shooting at Makima. I think Aki and Angel might get killed here as well. Why is Aki missing both arms now? He had one arm before he came to this place.

Makima gets shot in the forehead, but we've seen this happen before when the Yakuza hitmen tried to kill her on the train. So what was the deal with that whole thing, then? Was it really set up by the Gun Devil after all, or was that just a ruse?

Suddenly we find out there's more people here with Makima besides Aki and Angel. We have Spider Devil, who was last seen in Hell, and I'm not sure she ever got out, but okay. We have the girl with the Snake Devil power from that Yakuza arc. I know she's dead because the Snake Devil ate her before she could be interrogated. And we have two of the Public Safety guys who got killed by the Immortal Bros. before they ever got the chance to actually do anything. Did none of these characters actually die? Or did Makima lug their corpses to this spot in preparation for the battle? Or is this just a representation of the power Makima took into her possession when she forced these people to make contracts with her?

Then this happens, and I'd love to tell you what this is, or why Makima needed those six characters to pull it off, but two of them were redshirted before they could even do anything in the story. This can't be some creative application of power that combines spiders, future vision, snakes, and whatever the Punishment Devil had going on. Hell, I don't think we even heard of the Punishment Devil until now.

Meanwhile, Denji is unaware of any of this, since he thinks the battle with the Gun Devil is supposed to be scheduled for later. Someone's at the door, and Denji thinks it's just Aki coming home, but then Makima calls him on the phone and warns him that it's the Gun Devil. She says they couldn't defeat him, and he took over the body of a dead human to escape, so now he's a Gun Fiend. And now the Gun Fiend is at Denji's door.

Oh, and the human the Gun Field took over is Aki. Oh. Okay.

So they have a big fight, with lots of violence and so on. Denji is unnerved that the Gun Fiend knows his name, and Power claims that the Gun Fiend has Aki's scent, so maybe this is more than a Devil inhabiting a dead body. Also, we keep seeing the battle from Aki/Gun Fiend's point of view and he sees it like he's a child having a snowball fight.

Denji gets hurt, and then a bunch of civilians surround him and start feeding him their blood to heal him. They know about him from the news, and they see him as their only hope of surviving the Gun Fiend's rampage.

And this motivates Denji to pull out all the stops and use lethal force to defeat the Gun Fiend before he can kill anyone else. Aki's dead, and the Future Devil looks on in amusement. Just as he foresaw, Aki died in the worst possible way... for Denji.

Wow, Aki just sucked the whole time, didn't he? Early on, I complained that he was less of a supporting character and more like a bystander who just experienced the plot without having much of an impact upon it. And now, at the end, we find him reduced to a warm body for Makima to use in her machinations. He was literally under her control from the beginning, and that doesn't surprise me a whole lot. I mean, you can't help but guess Makima has mind control powers, because she's got the whole spooky eye thing.

But at least the other characters had some agency. Aki seemed to have some, as he lightened up a bit over the course of the series, but this is where it all leads. He goes right back to being a pawn, helplessly ushered towards his fate.

Hell, the death he was promised wasn't even a great tragedy for himself. It was a horrible death for Denji. This all just feels really empty.

Well, at least Aki's out of the picture from here, so he can't drag things down any longer.

#chainsaw man #makima #denji #aki hayakawa #angel devil #spider devil #gun devil #power

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abigailspinach · 5 months ago

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Let me share some reactions to yesterday’s surreal and horrifying attempted assassination of Donald Trump. The first is that so much about Trump and the whole world he has brought into being is bombast and fakery. So much about Trump’s world is carried over from the world of professional wrestling, the bombast and taunts, histrionic and willfully over-the-top presentation, the play-acting. Friends become enemies and friends again. There are high-tension falling out and then making back up. And at it’s core the whole thing is fake. It’s all one big reality show. But this was not fake. This was as real and grave as it gets. A deranged kid – it really seems to me this guy may not have had any recognizable politics, though we might find that he did – came within an inch of assassinating Trump on live on TV. Beyond the personal tragedy and the grave wound to our whole political system, it is difficult and terrifying to imagine what that act would have unleashed. And by the merest luck it didn’t happen.

A TPM Reader whose email I’m going to try to publish later said that he thought it was wrong to even think of this as political violence, at least in the conventional sense. He sees it as more like a school shooting or mass shooting where you have an isolated teen or young man, filled with rage and love for guns who kills a bunch of people for no clear reason than to end his life with an overwhelming act of aggression, power and notoriety. A sort of self-sacrifice to the gods of destruction and impunity. Of course, when you try to assassinate a presidential candidate and former president that is absolutely as political as it gets. But I think this reader is on to something. My hunch is that this is a genetic branch of that degenerate tree, despite acting at the center of the political maelstrom in which we find ourselves.

Of course in a deeper sense the school shootings and mass shootings are political too. The assailants virtually have a set of characteristics: men and boys between late tens and very early twenties, isolated, full of rage, usually with a particular hatred of women, in love with guns and part of that lone wolf cult based on nihilism and the murderous and suicidal total power of firearms.

Axios ran an item today reporting that the theme of the Milwaukee convention will be “defiance”. Trump will go on a “defiance” tour, they say. Which invites the obvious question: defiance of what? I think we know the answer. Rather than viewing this attempted assassination as the febrile act of a deranged 20 year old or even – though there’s zero evidence of this – a misguided opponent of Trumpism, he is, as many of his high profile supporters have already done, portraying it as the collective act of his enemies. “They” missed and he is in some way defying their attempt much as he’s portrayed himself as defying Biden’s or the Deep State’s or whoever else “lawfare” against him in the courts.

There’s one thing about watching those harrowing moments yesterday that genuinely surprised me and in its way impressed me. I did not think Trump had that kind of physical courage. I thought he would be cowering in a moment like that. And who wouldn’t? There was an incident in 2016 where Secret Service rushed him off the stage in response to a perceived threat. And I clearly remember him looking terrified. He came as close as you can get to being shot dead with a bullet to the brain. But his first reaction was to reach back out to his supporters with a physical expression of power and defiance. He even placed himself and the agents around him in more danger by reaching beyond the cordon Secret Service agents placed around him. Yes, the shooter was already dead. But even though we can now play back the recording of the words “shooter down” there’s no way anyone could so quickly or confidently process the full meaning of that in real time, or for that matter be sure there wasn’t another shooter. I doubt he even heard it.

Now, just as I wouldn’t judge someone for a moment of cowering fear or even totally rational self-protection in a moment like that it’s hard to know just where that ballsy moment of defiance came from. There’s such a mix of adrenaline, terror and rage percolating through someone at a moment like that. Winston Churchill famously said: “Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.” That was probably a big part of it.

I’ve spoken to a number of people who had a similar reaction of surprise. Each of these people thoroughly despise the man but were still impressed, albeit in this very limited and specific way. But if we’re wondering about where this goes from here, how Trump will carry this forward, I think Trump told us in that instinctive, impulsive and I think entirely genuine moment.

“Fight … fight … fight.”

Raising and pumping his fist in defiance.

As far as I know that’s still all we’ve seen of him since this happened. Everything else has come to us through the curtain of text.

That was his reaction and will continue to be because of course it is. That’s who he is. That’s the core of his politics.

#US Politics #Talking Points Memo #school shootings #trump #7/13/2024

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caughtthedarkness93 · 6 months ago

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Ok, here's the most helpful stuff I can give you about GMing (which'll be general advice because I don't really like running D&D) is gonna be here. I'm going to do a long description of how I like to prep with a short summary at the end. Then, I'll do a short summary at the end. Probably a reblog from there with some additional GM wisdom.

First, organize your campaign into smaller, shorter arcs that lead into longer arcs. But the thing is, you can figure out the longer arc as you go! But you should start with a big plot hook that compels your party members into banding together to complete a common goal. That goal can be solved early and replaced with another, but there's gotta be something that convinces them to stick together other than "This looks like a fun pack of fellow weirdos."

Micro-arcs and macro-arcs is the way Griffin McElroy phrased it for The Adventure Zone.

And when it comes to prep, the thing I can give you is that the prep method Monster of the Week, which is one of my favorite RPGs, encourages is FANTASTIC and can translate really well into micro-arcs for any RPG with a little modification. This is gonna seem like a lot at first, but I'm gonna break down what you do in this system piece by piece and how you can translate that to another RPG with a lot of examples. I'll try to give you a little summary at the end.

So when you prep a mystery for Monster of the Week - which is an RPG built to emulate the style of Buffy, the X-Files, Supernatural, and other monster of the week type shows - you start by statting out the monster. Figure out what attacks it has, how much damage it can take, stuff like you'd expect, but the useful twist here is that you also need to - and honestly, this is the first step in the process - find its Motivation. That is, you need to know what this monster ultimately wants. That can be as simple as "It wants to eat a bunch of people" or as complicated as "It wants to be elected president," but it's the first thing this game asks you to do. In terms of most systems, this can be accomplished by defining the primary feature of this arc and what it represents. If it's a villainous character, what does that character want? If it's a bizarre phenomena, what's causing it and why? If it's an item, what does it do? Why do people want it? MOTW also has a system whereby monsters cannot be killed unless the players specifically exploit their weakness. If you reduce their HP to zero, the rules explicitly state the monster cannot die if the players haven't exploited its weakness. So what this easily translates to in a game where this isn't the case is that you need to note what the players can do to complete this arc. How do they remove the evil advisor to the king that wants them all dead from power? How do they slay the great beast? How do they lift the curse that plagues the town to cough up frogs every now and then?

So to summarize this section, know what your arc's primary source of conflict is, why it's the primary source of conflict, what kinds of trouble it's capable of causing, and how to resolve that conflict.

It also has a system for minions - so where any one monster is a primary threat, there can also essentially be mini-monsters that serve as subthreats. This is easily translated into other games with almost nothing changed. You figure out its motivation (i.e. how it serves the big threat - for example, if you have an evil advisor to the king, you may stat the king himself as a minion because while he's nominally someone your players will ultimately make an ally of, for the purposes of this particular arc, he represents a threat to them due under his advisor's influence, or if you're doing a dungeon dive to search for a great treasure, then you might use the treasure as a primary threat and a rival group of adventurers that desperately wants it as a minion), how much harm it can take, what it can do, and any weaknesses it has. Figuring them out is usually roughly my second step, and though they're ultimate optional, a good minion or some good minions can add a lot of color to an arc. I once ran a mystery about a man-eating movie theater that had a local kid who would lure victims into its waiting mouth and try to disrupt anyone who wanted to kill it.

Bystanders are the next thing you define - these are other NPCs who do not directly serve the primary antagonist, but can still cause problems for your players. In other systems, I'd recommend using this to list out anyone who's important to the story but isn't better listed as a minion. Figure out their motivation too, and what they add to the narrative. Maybe your evil advisor kicked someone who was much better at the job out by appealing to the king's paranoia, and now that guy spends his days drunk at the local tavern. That's a bystander, and he can help or hinder you depending on the circumstances. Maybe your great treasure is needed to heal someone who is very ill, and that person's family is asking you to get it in exchange for one of the seven swords of shadow that are needed to confront the central villain. Those are both bystanders. But bystanders don't always need to be friendly! You can have a town guard who isn't directly working for the enemy, but doesn't believe you when you try to report the villain's crimes! Or even well-intentioned people who are about to make a horrible decision. The resistance leader who, after enough provocation, will sneak into the king's castle and assassinate him, thereby giving the evil advisor a path to the throne! You can have an investigator from an outside force turn up and start jeopardizing the PC's secrets! People who aren't necessarily hostile or allied with the enemy, but who nonetheless make the players' jobs more complicated.

And then you enumerate a few important places - the king's castle, which can be treated as his evil advisor's lair and is very dangerous, the local tavern where his old advisor drinks, a basement under a local home that's where the resistance meets, places like that. I spend the least time here, and don't really bother saying much that's complicated about these places until I really need to, but it's good to flesh them out before you need them.

Lastly, the secret sauce that really makes Monster of the Week shine, the countdown. Essentially, for the countdown, create a list of six things that would happen if your players did not intervene in steps. Basically, what's the worst thing that could happen here? So using MOTW's countdown format and the king's evil advisor story earlier, let's say his ultimate goal is to become king himself. I'd do the countdown like this:

Day: Luneer, the evil advisor, successfully maneuvers his way into a position at the king's side. He fans the king's paranoia and starts accusing his enemies of crimes they did not commit. Those enemies are promptly executed.

Shadows: Nikolai, a local man, petitions the king and asks why a certain townsperson was executed, and presents ironclad evidence that this person was innocent. The king hears him out, but then Luneer convinces the king that such insolence should be punished and Nikolai is thrown in jail.

Sunset: Nikolai escapes and, furious at his mistreatment, forms an underground resistance movement. With someone actually plotting against him for real, the king becomes much more easily manipulated and Luneer takes full advantage, setting up witch hunts to bring down his enemies.

Dusk: With the situation escalating rapidly, Nikolai makes a desperate last-minute attempt to assassinate the king.

Nightfall: Nikolai dies in his ill-advised assassination attempt, but manages to kill the king. Luneer is crowned king.

Midnight: Luneer organizes his new kingdom's army to march on other kingdoms.

This gives you several major advantages:

If you even feel stuck on what should happen next, you have a handy blueprint for complications or consequences that could happen next.

You have basically outlined a TV episode or more worth of these characters, and that gives you insight into how to roleplay them.

You understand why your PCs are important in this situation.

You have a readymade fail state that you can modify.

If they fail or ignore this quest, you already know what that'll mean in the long run.

So! TLDR: When you plan a mini-arc, have the following:

A broad description of the biggest source of conflict, a list of minor antagonistic NPCs who can also drive the conflict, a list of NPCs who aren't directly affiliated with the primary threat, but are still important (and can still confuse or complicate the situation), a list of places your players are likely to go, and a countdown that lists six plot points that would occur if the players never intervened. The really nice thing about this strategy is that it's not that much work once you get used to it, and you can use it over multiple game sessions until your players have resolved the issue - just make notes between sessions on what happened last, and what you plan to happen next (along with prepping any encounters you want which I, unfortunately, cannot help with because I do not run D&D - the only thing I really know is that an encounter's challenge rating is supposed to add up to the combined levels of all your PCs and that action economy is the real killer).

I'm doing a campaign for the first time but my issue is:

1. I'm making it from scratch

2. I'm the dm and I've never dmed before

3. I've only played dnd once in my life

I know that sounds insane and stupid but no one was willing to invite me into a group (dnd is suprisingly cliche-y) and I had friends who didn't play much but wanted to and I've always wanted to dm before but didn't know how so we're doing that. So far I have 5 players: 1 experienced 1 sorta experienced, 3 newbies one of which has books on dnd but never played.

Does anyone have tips? I need all the advice I can get. Also idea for story or npcs is welcome as well! Use me as an info dump.

#dungeon master #dnd #dnd character #dnd dm #dnd advice #dnd campaign #RPG #tabletop rpg #ttrpg #ttrpg community #Monster of the Week

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starlessea · 3 years ago

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"Don’t Cry”

A/N This started off as a drabble, but I got carried away and it turned into a one-shot. I’m really happy with how this one turned out! Based on number #39 from this prompt list for @phoenixblack89

Summary: Daryl hates seeing your tears. He’d much rather see you smiling, instead.

Masterlist

Buy Me A Coffee

Atlanta High School.

You’d graduated a long while back — so long ago now that you’d forgotten the feeling of walking its halls, and having your shoes squeak against the cheap wooden planks.

You could see the rows of lockers you’d chatted by daily, and the one in particular where you’d shared your first kiss with a boy whose name you couldn’t remember. The doors of the classrooms seemed familiar, as did the posters on the walls which were the same as they’d been when you attended — something about washing your hands and remembering to vote for class president.

It was as though time stood still.

And, in this very moment, there was nothing you wished for more.

Daryl’s hand was warm on your cheek, and his thumb gentle as he drew faint circles over your skin. You leaned into his touch, the same way you’d done with that boy against your locker — not even a few feet away.

But this was different.

This was Daryl.

Your lips quivered, trembling like a leaf stuck in the wind. Your hands felt numb as they pressed against him, so hard that you thought they would bruise. But all you could hear were those damn lockers — their doors slamming open and closed as they caught in the draft.

Like a sarcastic fucking applause.

Daryl tilted your head up, gently guiding your gaze from his collar to his face, where your eyes caught his. And your breath died in your throat, before bubbling into a sob that rang out in the air like the Atlanta High School bell.

He was smiling.

“Don’t cry,” he said — in the most calm, accepting tone you’d ever heard a person speak. It lacked all of his usual bite, the gruffness you’d come to know and associate with the man.

It sounded foreign.

Maybe that was why, despite his words, the tears poured over anyway, and settled on your cheeks where he swiped them away with a flick of his thumb.

“I wan’-” he started, but paused for a second to grimace from the pain. “I wanna remember ya smilin’.”

You choked on another watery cry, shaking your head away from his gentle hold, as you returned your focus to his wound.

The bite on his collarbone was deep, gushing blood quicker than you could soak it up with the tattered remnants of your jacket. His skin was a stark, vermillion red, as were your hands, as was the floor, as were those fucking lockers where you’d smeared his blood as you tried to carry him to safety.

Everything was red, red, red.

You pressed more firmly, soaking it up with fluttering hands that burnt from the sheer heat of his skin. He felt like a match having been set alight — burning brilliantly beneath your palms as you tried your best to quell the flames.

Daryl rested his hand over yours, engulfing it. “Listen to me, ” he rasped — and you panicked at how much more weak his voice was sounding — “there’s flares in my rucksack.”

He glanced over your shoulder, at the abandoned bag sitting near your feet. It was stuffed with supplies from the school — all of which were now completely useless, and nowhere near worth his goddamn life.

Sweat beaded on his skin, and collected in the dips of his collar — like little pools of salt water.

He squeezed your hand. “Ya gotta get to the roof an’ flag down Rick,” he told you, his smile dropping from his face as he became much more serious. “He’ll come for ya.”

Your hands stilled over the wound for a second, easing their pressure as you took in the man’s words. Then he flashed those eyes at you, which begged for you not to argue.

But you did.

You kicked out your leg behind you, sending that backpack sliding across those cheap wooden planks, and making it thud against a locker. You didn’t need the flares.

You just needed Daryl.

“I can’t-” you yelled, but your voice split, and the man quickly hushed you before it got too loud. After all, the dead had you surrounded. “I’m not leaving you behind,” you spluttered.

Your tone was frantic, panicked, desperate.

You could feel his heartbeat pounding underneath your palms, where you pressed down against it. It was as though you held his heart in your hands — and he’d probably argue that you always had.

Daryl shook his head smally, careful not to disturb the bite further. “An’ ya can’t take me with ya,” he replied.

No, you thought, you would carry him out if it killed you, you would fight your way through, and get him to the infirmary, and you could-

“I ain’t gonna make it, baby girl,” he whispered, “‘m sorry.”

And you broke.

Suddenly, you were aware of the flickering overhead lights that made his skin look so clammy, so sickly. You were conscious of the blood smear trail he’d left behind — that vibrant scarlet which reminded you of a burning sunset — and the pounding at the doors, and the feet squeaking on those floorboards like the lunchtime rush between classes.

“You will!” you yelled, not at all caring about how loud you’d gotten. “You have to, Daryl,” you cried, pleadingly.

His hand felt so warm that it made yours seem cold. It felt like you were the one dying — your heart shattering each time he took a wheezed breath, or flinched in pain.

“How am I-” you asked, but by now your voice had tapered off to a mere whisper. You shook your head. There was no question about it. “I can’t go on without you,” you told him.

You could hear the blood rushing to your ears as your breaths got away from you — too shallow and too sparse. Daryl looked worse each passing minute, his olive skin now a translucent grey.

He took both of your hands in his, making you drop your jacket, as blood seeped through the material of his shirt. You tried to fight against him, eyeing the trail of red as it ran along his collar like a stream, but he kept a hold of your wrists firmly — with the little strength he had left.

“Ya can,” he growled — the grit to his voice causing you to instantly still — “an’ ya will.”

And he flashed those eyes at you again, but this time they had his usual spark behind them.

“Yer the damn strongest woman I e’er met,” he went on, letting his grip loosen on your wrists ever so slightly, “‘m jus’ happy a dumb ol’ redneck like me got to spend a couple good years with ya.”

Then, he smiled.

“It was fun.”

He let your hands drop out of his, no longer having any fight left. But instead, you used them to clamber onto his lap, wrapping them around his torso as you buried your head deep into his chest — his warm, red chest.

“Please don’t talk like that!” you cried, your words muffled by his clothes and lost to his skin.“I’m not going anywhere! I want to stay with you-”

“Nah, that ain’t happenin’,” he snapped — but his hand remained light on your head, gently stroking your hair in his attempts to calm you. “I swear to god, I’ll haunt yer ass if ya dare pull somethin’ tha’ stupid.”

But you grabbed onto his shirt until your knuckles flashed white, bunching up the material in your fists like you couldn’t bear to part with it. It smelt like him — underneath the coppery scent of fresh blood.

Slowly, he tried to coax you out, but you could feel the way his hands shook, and it only made everything worse. Those hands had always been strong — had always been the ones to pick you up and set you back on your feet every time you fell.

“Look a’ me,” he pleaded, his voice croaky. He tilted your chin up again, in the same way he did every time he went to kiss you — and it made your heart hurt, because no kiss followed. “C’mon now, don’ cry,” he whispered, his breath much too hot against your skin, “‘m here.”

“But you won’t be,” you wailed, the words startling you as they crept out from your mouth.

You hadn’t wanted to admit them.

“But I am now,” Daryl replied, just as quick. “So please jus’ smile for me, would ya?”

His hand fell down to your waist, before rubbing small circles in the small of your back — just how he did every morning to wake you up.

You couldn’t do it, but you needed to do it.

For Daryl.

You uncurled yourself from his chest, and wiped away the fresh tears with your shirt, blinking away the rest. You moved in his lap until you were face to face, trying not to catch a glimpse of his wound which continued to pour red.

Then, you finally smiled back at him.

It was wobbly, and forced, but it was wide — and full of love.

“Atta girl,” he choked back, his voice breaking for the first time.

You couldn’t tell whether his glassy eyes were from the fever, or the pain, or from you, but you bit your lip either way.

Don’t cry, you told yourself, and watched as he did.

“Yer so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled, raising his thumb to the corner of your lips. It was as callous as always, but at this moment it only felt soft. “I was one lucky son o’ a bitch,” he declared, with a warm smile.

You raised your hands in return, cupping his face and feeling his beard tickle over your palms — thinking back to the times you complained at how unkempt it was. His forehead dropped down onto yours, and the heat from his skin radiated outwards, setting you ablaze as you touched.

“I love you, Dixon,” you confessed, as though it were the first time and not the last. “Now and always.”

The overhead lights hummed as they flickered like camera flashes, and the pounding at the door became more incessant.

So, you drowned everything out with a press of your lips to his — as Daryl tilted your head up in the way he always did, and gave you one final kiss which tasted like seasalt and copper. It was underneath the locker where you’d had your first kiss, but now it marked your last one with the man you loved most in this world.

“Me too,” Daryl whispered, as you broke apart. He glanced over your shoulder once again, at the discarded backpack across the hall. “Now get outta here before they break through.”

You stumbled to your feet violently, needing a strong, stark shock to actually be enough to pull you away from the man for good.

And you didn’t look back.

You couldn’t. If you so much as caught a glimpse of those angel wings or heard as little as a breath escape his mouth, you wouldn’t have left.

And that would’ve killed Daryl in more ways than one.

So, you retrieved the backpack, and opened the fire escape door a few feet away, before slipping behind it, and sliding down to your knees.

The concrete cut your skin open, and once again you were confronted with red.

A cry escaped you, which morphed into a wail as you clutched your chest and tried to fix the bleeding happening inside it — the red that you couldn’t see.

But a shout startled you, and ceased your sobs as soon as they sounded.

“Don’ cry!” Daryl’s voice yelled, muffled by the metal door but still strong, and guttural, and fierce. “I can hear ya!”

So, you picked yourself back up, and set yourself on your feet in the same way he’d taught you how — and you ran for the roof, flare in hand.

Atlanta High School always had the best rooftop view.

The sunset stretched out in the distance, one of brilliant vermillion, and warm, copper orange. The balcony was the same as you remembered, with high metal railings to keep students from jumping, or getting too close to that view.

This roof had been the place where you’d yelled about hating this place, this town, this state — and had cried out to the sky about wishing to anywhere but here.

But now you didn’t want to leave.

Because your everything was right here.

You held the flare in your hand, wondering what colours it would burst and illuminate the sky — whilst praying it would be anything other than red.

You let off the flare, and a single gunshot followed.

End.

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calehenituseappreciation · 4 years ago

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Tommy thinking Sam Nook and Sam are two different people would lead to such funny senarios.

Especially if you apply this logic to everyone.

what if mexican dream and quackity are the same people and that was just him making fun of dream and making tommy laugh and tommy genuinely thinks dream killed mexican dream and that hes a different person

and when ranboo pretended to be killed by clarencio

he just doesnt realise

he thinks girl dream is someone else too

tubbo genuinely has a bunch of personalities and so he thinks theyre all different people (and also he doesnt realise theyre the same people a lot)

sam, in his normal voice: tommy do you have the- tommy, crying: what happened to sam nook?

sam proceeds to live as sam nook around tommy because he once tried to tell tommy sam nook isnt real and he started sobbing and so sam cant

sapnap, approaching sam on the site: hey sam can you do this for me? sam: su- tommy, running up: SAAAAAAM!? sam, in the sam nook voice: hello tommy! sapnap: wtf??? tommy: this is sam nook! :D have you met him? sapnap: what? thats just s- sam: shakes his head, behind tommy where he cant see sapnap: uhhhhh sam: takes out sword sapnap: h-hi sam nook! tommy: :D

sam is not the only person this happened to.

tommy: technoblade???? techno, sneaking into l'manberg: uhhh techno, in a highpitched voice: no this is Clarencio tommy: the llama? techno, in high pitched voice: no the pig tommy: hmmm techno: sweats tommy: smiles brightly ok!!!! techno, under his breath: that worked??? tommy: wanna hang out with me? techno, in high piteched voice: i really need to go tommy: buttttttt :(

technoblade proceeds to have to pretend to be clarencio the pig and hang out with tommy all afternoon

phil, coming to check on techno: techno? techno, in a frilly pink dress, in a high pitched voice: hi tommy: phil!!!! have you met clarencio??? but not the llama!!! clarencio the pig!!! phil, holding back a laugh: is that so?

(defenitly happened before he got exiled, i refuse to change my mind)

everytime techno is caught he says hes clarencio (the pig) and tommy vouches for him each time and no one is able to bring themselves to tell him that clarencio (the pig) doesnt exist

sam nook, :handshake: clarencio the pic, :handshake: mexican dream, (not girl dream) not being able to tell tommy their not real bc hed cry

IMAGINE IF TOMMY WAS GIVEN THE JOB OF LIKE BEING THE BORDER PEOPLE WHILE HE WAS WILBURS VICE BEFORE THE ELECTION AND PEOPLE WOULD JUST FAKE IDENTIES AND TOMMY WOULD JUST BELIVE EVERYONE

quackity: i demand to be allowed to join l'manberg! wilbur: ur american quackity: i shpould still be allowed! wilbur: just say your not, thats what everyone does quackity: what wilbur: just make a fake identity?? quackity: youre... the president???? wilbur: yeah and?? quackity: shouldnt you not be be endorsing that??? wilbur: i made tommy the border person. you think i care? quackity: sksksks quackity: still bad tho

the only one tommy never believes is dream, no matter what, he can just tell when someone is dream, like ya know those police dogs? the only reason he didnt realise girl dream was because girl dream is girl dream he thought it was just a dream thing

TOMMY THINKS BAD AND MONOCHROME BAD ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE

monochrome bad: tommy tommy: whomst? bad: oh uh recolourfies tommy, screaming: WHAT THE FUCK

tommy doesnt have object permanence but for people

techno, while tommy is staying with him: leaves room tommy, crying: I had a big brother once, i dont remember him tho

phil leaves them and (while stabbing wilbur) tommy just doesnt realize its him until techno says "dad?"

quackity works at wendys and tommy goes there everyday but doesnt realise its quackity

tommy went there since the war ended

and at the time didnt realise tommy cant tell and so when he and tommy started a mafia and became friends he thought tommy knew who he was and tommy once suggested going to dennys and quackity is like 'oh my god' and tommy is like my friend works there!!! and then they go to the one quackity works at and quackity is like 'haha funny' and then tommy asks around and then turns to quackity sadly like "my friend isnt here today D:" and then quackity is like o h

tommy, towards sam, in sams house: sam!!!!!! sam, who was sleeping, in his normal voice: w-what? tommy: sam!!! :D sam: hey tommy yawns whyd you wake me up? tommy: sorry but i really needed to ask you a question!!! sam: did you want to ask me where sam nook is again? tommy: welll.. that too but!!! you should meet sam nook!!!! sam: what tommy: please please please sam: no go back what did you ask? tommy: you need to meet sam nook! i think you'd be friends!!! :D sam, internally: shit sam: uhhh i dont really think i should- tommy: pleaasee uses puppy eyes sam: sure sam, internally: why did i say yes????

sam then has to pretend to be sam and sam nook at the same time

tommy: you're gonna love sam nook sam!!!! sam: uhuh tommy: where is he? :( sam: uh maybe hes behind you tommy: turns around to look sam: runs to other side of tommy sam, in sam nook voice: hello tommy!!! tommy: sam nook! have you met sam??? hes right here!!! gestures to sam who has to run behind him again tommy: sam say hi!!! sam, panting, in normal voice: hi tommy: whyre you all out of breath and shit???

this,,, just continues for a while

quackity, watching this exchange, driunking juice: sucks to suck sam: you'd do the same quackity: no. mexican dream is dead lol tommy, only hearing the last part: cries i miss mexican dream quackity, feeling sad: uh- we can revive him maybe? tommy: wipes tears YEAH! sam, whispers to quackity: told you so quackity, hisses to sam : shut up

quackity then has to pretend to revive himself while running around also he has to steal another one of dreams masks

honestly in this au everyone would hear about what happened during exile and stab dream (while pretending to be other people because ig in this au tommy still thinks dream was once his friend and yeh)

tommy, after crying infront of sam nook and telling him what dream did to him: so.. sniffs do you have any more quests for me to do? sam nook: i have one more quest tommy, cheering up: what is it!! sam nook: for myself tommy, confused: what is it? sam nook, taking out a glock: homocide

insanebur: you want to know why no one listens to you tommy? tommy, pouting, on the verge of tears: What? insanebur, unable to finish, clutching his heart: your too cute

this is just au where tommy is baby huh

wilbur isnt mad schlatt exiled him- hes mad he exiled tommy

schlatt and dream are the only ones not affected by tommys baby vibes and thats their downfall

tommy just has to call everyone a nickname, once, and everyone is melted

niki and jack: tommy is the fault of all our probelms we should kill him puffy: he. bonk is bonk baby bonk niki and jack: look over at tommy tommy, with sam in the distance: cries to sam because he cant find sam nook niki and jack: okay... maybe we should be less... violent...

Sam rlly just went

sam: looks at tommyinnit sam: nothing bad will ever happen to this child ever again

huh?

I’ve named this au, au where hes baby ur honour

tommy: i had zero parents (who care) tommy, gestures to puffy and sam: NOW I HAVE TWOOOOOOO

insanebur: god i fucking hate everyone tommy: even me? insanebur: except you tommy

sam: I AM THE TOMMY GAURDIAN! GAURDIAN OF THE TOMMY! sam @ anyone who wants to hurt him: FUCK OFFF

tommy canoanically understands the animal crossing language

ranboo: i can speak enderman! tommy: well i can speak creeper

whenever tommy gets overwhelemed around sam he burys himself he asks sam to cover for him in creeper

okay thats enough of that

#dream smp #tommyinnit #awesamdude #mexican dream #captain puffy #sam and puffy are the only ones who get parental rights #hes baby your honour

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evienyx · 4 years ago

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DSMP Citizens POV- Part 1

I've seen a lot of the memes going around, but I'm not funny enough to write that, so here's my addition to the trend :p

This is part one, because I had a lot of fun with this and want to do it more.

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DSMP Citizen POV Masterlist

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Sometimes, it was odd for the residents of the Dream SMP to be reminded of the fact that the constant state of chaos that their server was in was not, in fact, reflective of every server.

"Why did we move here?" One woman in Snowchester whispers to another as the sirens go off for yet another nuke test and they duck down into their bunker.

The other shrugs. She doesn't have an answer. No one does.

Things started out all right, the people supposed. There weren't any wars, at least. Some of those who lived on the server before the Revolution could remember back far enough to tell you about the first true conflict, between Dream, the creator of their home, and TommyInnit, a sixteen-year-old who could yell shockingly loud, even for a teenager. Dream fought against Tommy and Tubbo (yet another teenager), and it seemed to all be in good fun.

Some will tell you now, though, that the signs of tension were already there, and when Wilbur Soot joined, those tensions only escalated.

One moment, things on the server were normal, the next, there was a Revolution.

"Did anyone else hear Dream shouting about 'white flags' this morning?" One person would ask their friends, and receive nods in return. "Anyone know what it's about?"

"A Revolution," one would respond. "Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are starting a new country."

"Oh," the first would hum. "How long until they get completely crushed?"

"Eh, I give 'em a week."

It was only a week, but it did not end the way anyone thought it would. Instead, L'Manburg gained its independence after TommyInnit gave up his discs once he lost a duel with Dream.

"Is the L'Manburg cabinet missing someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Anyway, did you hear that Dream just declared that Eret is to be crowned king?"

"...Can he do that?"

"He's Dream. He can do whatever he wants."

After the Revolution, when the server finally had more than one ruling faction, more than one place to live, things seemed to pick up a bit. President Soot, with Vice President Innit (VP Tommy, the people called him), ruled over L'Manburg, and called it a place of freedom. When word spread to other servers, people came to see for themselves.

And often, they stayed.

It was peaceful, for a while.

"President Soot announced he's holding an election," one man said to his wife one day.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Said it was for democracy." The man snorted. "He and Innit are the only party running, though. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me."

"Darling, I know you're still salty about losing the war, but there's no reason to talk bad about a child," his wife said.

The man wrinkled his nose. "Still."

It was peaceful during the campaign.

For a while.

Then, though, Quackity announced that he was running for president, with GeorgeNotFound, best friend of Dream himself, as his running mate.

"This feels like a sitcom," one girl says as she watches the debate reruns with her friends.

"At least it's entertaining," her friend replies, shoving popcorn into his mouth.

And, for the people of the Dream SMP, from both L'Manburg and the Greater SMP, it was entertaining.

Until the election results came in, Schlatt was declared the winner, and President Soot and VP Tommy were banished.

"Dude, dude!" One teen says to their friends, running up to meet them on the Prime Path.

"What is it?"

"I just saw Technoblade join the server!"

The arrival of the Blood God shifted something in the people of the Dream SMP. When he joined Pogtopia, the rebellion being led by the two ex-leaders of the country, the people felt something settle within themselves.

All of a sudden, choosing sides wasn't as simple as where you live.

It was what you care about.

As the son of the ex-president burned down the old flag, the people of the Dream SMP, of (L')Manburg and of the Greater SMP, realized suddenly that they had to make a choice.

Without even wanting to, without doing anything to deserve it, they would have to fight.

Some people went to Pogtopia, some stayed in Manburg, some in the Greater SMP. Those in the latter two stayed where they were because they wanted to stay out of it.

It didn't change anything, in the end.

In Manburg, they watched their president (Emperor) fall further and further into alcohol, yelling at his cabinet and talking of expanding into territory that they had no right to.

In the Greater SMP, murmurs of King Eret's attempts to assist the Pogtopia rebels filled the alleyways.

In Pogtopia, people sat and watched the decline of the man that they had all once believed in. As Wilbur Soot slowly devolved until he was no longer recognizable as the man who had once led people to freedom, the residents of Pogtopia ate potatoes farmed by a man famous for his bloodlust and pretended that they were sleeping somewhere warm.

The day of the Manburg Festival, though, things felt better. Other than ex-president Soot and ex-VP Tommy (Wilbur and Tommy, the two insisted. No one listened), everyone, even the rebels in Pogtopia, were invited to attend. The people wandered through the stalls playing games, watching as Soot's son attempted (in vain) to drown Technoblade, buying food, and chatting with people from other factions, friends and family that they hadn't spoken to in weeks.

When the time came for the speeches, before the true festivities were set to begin, everyone was feeling good about the day. People congratulated Secretary Tubbo for a successful event, and offered him small words of encouragement for his speech coming up. The teenager would grin at all who spoke to him, and looked (rightfully) proud of how well he organized and decorated the festival.

Secretary Tubbo gave his speech, and people clapped, and then fell silent as President (Emperor) Schlatt laughed, asked for his Vice-President's assistance, and encased the teenager in a cage of concrete.

And then he called Technoblade to the stage.

And then, in front of the people of the Dream SMP, a teenager was executed in a spray of color that shot toward the sky.

Fireworks rained down on the people in the stands, then, and, regardless of where they were from, the people of the Dream SMP ran.

The Pogtopia ranks grew that day, and a nineteen-year-old who claimed to be a doctor without showing any credentials forced four other people to help her heal VP Tommy after he fought Technoblade in a pit, egged on by a man who once might have called himself his brother.

"How is this kid not dead yet?" One of the helpers asked, looking at the unconscious teenager's face.

"Pure spite?"

The first hummed. "Sounds about right."

One day, a bit after the festival, the people of Pogtopia woke to find Vice President Quackity walking through the ravine as if he owned the place.

One resident was noted to rub his eyes, blink three times, and then say, "It's too early for this shit," before heading back to bed.

A surprising number of people followed his lead.

Finally, the day of November 16th came, when Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit vowed to take their country back.

"I heard President Soot is planning to blow up L'Manburg," one Pogtopian woman mentioned to her friend as they suited up and prepared to fight, as they had signed up to be part of the forces.

"That's stupid," her friend replied.

"Bet you ten diamonds he blows something up."

"Fine."

As the country of L'Manburg blew sky-high, one woman was seen following another, screaming that she wanted her diamonds.

When Pogtopia won the war, the forces from both sides sat outside of the remains of the van as President Soot, VP Tommy, Secretary Tubbo, Dream, Technoblade, and many more, all piled inside to confront Emperor Schlatt.

They emerged fifteen minutes later, and Dream announced to the crowd that Schlatt was dead.

There was no time for the news to sink in, as they played hot potato with the presidency, going from VP Tommy to Wilbur Soot to Secretary Tubbo.

"President Soot is leaving, do you see that?"

"Probably going to the river to celebrate the win, if you know what I mean."

"Literally shut up. Never speak again. I hate you."

As the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo finished his speech, the people felt a wave of relief wash over them. Maybe the server could finally be peaceful once more.

Then, there was the tell-tale hiss of explosives under their feet, and the people ran as the ground beneath them fell away.

Stories of what happened next are conflicting, to say the least.

Words of President Soot dying in the explosion, of him turning the blade on himself, of another man killing him.

"He had wings," people who saw the man said. "Blonde hair, a green hat and robes. He stabbed Soot with the guy's own sword."

Technoblade apparently gave an incredible speech, and anyone who was there to witness it lamented that they hadn't recorded it.

Then, two Withers flew through the sky, and blood ran down the newly-exposed stones, and people who had never experienced death on the server before finally knew what it was like to die.

Afterward, though, when the anarchist had fled and the ex-President lay dead, President Tubbo, with VP Tommy by his side, stood and addressed the people, and made promises of a brighter future, and the hope and determination in his eyes was enough for the people to hope that maybe he was right.

("Whoa, cool wings, dude," a resident of L'Manburg said to their newest neighbor, a man in green with wings, burned across all the feathers, sprouting from his back. "Wait, what happened to them?"

"Oh, I was protecting my son from the explosion," the new resident replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Is your son all right at least?"

"No, he died just a few minutes afterward. His last life, too." The man sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably deserved it."

A beat. "What did he do?"

"Well, you may have heard of him. Wilbur Soot? He was the president here before Schlatt, I believe."

"...Holy shit, you're the bird man that killed President Soot!"

"Yeah, mate, that's me."

"...He was your son?"

"...Yeah."

"...What the fuck is wrong with your family?")

#dsmp citizen pov #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp citizen memes #these memes have been the funniest thing stg #theyre bringing some good laughs to me at the least #anyway this one was a little angsty and a little long-winded #i wanna do one soon that is more direct #like from the pov of one particular person #when i have time i will bc this was really fun #mcyt #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dsmp citizens #tubbo #dream

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thebadchoicemachine · 4 years ago

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AU where everything is fine and everyone gets hugs on a regular basis.

- Tommy gives up his discs much earlier to avoid his friends getting hurt. As a result L’manburg is granted it’s freedom almost entirely peacefully and Eret doesn’t feel the betray them to end the war!

- He still builds a giant castle house and wears a crown. People refer to him as “king” as a joke and sign of upbeat respect but he’s just a normal friend.

- Actually, there is no president or king. It’s a community. More of a family than a country. Everyone’s voice is considered important. They have laws they all made together and a court house where everyone comes to decide big changes. Everyone holds the other accountable. For the most part people are just allowed to do whatever.

- Sally’s still here. She just is gone a lot for work but she visits as much as she can and its always a pleasant time! She’s grown just as fond of her brother in law Tommy (and Tubbo) as she is of her own son.

- Tommy actually respects her and rubs in Wilbur’s face the fact his sister in law is his favorite sibling.

- Schlatt still shows up but he’s just a businessman. Him and Wilbur are childhood friends. Fundy is his godson and they have lots of fun bonding scamming people when he’s in town.

- Technoblade has a giant fuck-you fortress up north in the tundra biome as well as an even bigger fuck-you-for-real underground potato farm. He shows up occasionally to bully his brothers and threaten god spar with Dream.

- Philza has not moved there, he’s out adventuring far away, but he has visited and plans to again and spends like 80% of his spare time writing/reading letters to/from his sons.

- the Badlands are flourishing. They have so many cats and 50% of them are named after some variation of muffin

- Niki has a giant bakery. So big. It connects to Eret’s castle because Them, Tubbo, and Her just kept adding on more things. It’s got like a giant dining room and a waterslide and a garden and a pet room. It’s amazing.

- Sapnap is getting therapy for his animal killing obsession. He still does it, like, a bunch but much less and usually not to really important ones. He also now has many more pets of his own. He... he still commits arson so so much. Maybe more, actually, kinda like he traded the pe slaughter for more arson.Oh well. People are happy.

- Quackity... is still Quackity. Something in his brain just goes “we’ve got a fatass and a big brain, let’s cause problems” and then he does. But in this world he’s not traumatized or possessed so his antics are more “lets annoy Skeppy until he or someone caught in the crossfire decides to attack us” and less “im going to resurrect my abusive ex-feince so I can use him as a political meat puppet after I literally eat his heart and piss on his grave.”

- George has a goddamn alarm clock.

- Dream minds his own fucking business and doesn’t try to start a war every three days. He’s still technically fighting Tommy over the disks but it’s more in good spirit and less... you know... “White flags by dawn or you’re DEAD.”

- Wilbur sings a lot and it turns into more of a concert. Sometimes Quackity will join in and sometimes he’ll dance with the rest of the crowd. It’s become a tradition to hold kind of parties. Niki will bake and sometimes join Wilbur in a song. Everyone can have a turn preforming something if they want. Schlatt does stand up and Wilbur looses it every time. Most people just have a good time dancing and eating.

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frombeyondtheblackhole · 3 years ago

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Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 9.1

[TW: Blood, violence, severe injury, bone related gore and zombie/undead related body horror. Please take care of yourself and stay safe. Warnings bracket the worst of the potentially triggering content and a summary is provided if you feel the need to skip that part. Some violence and minor injuries are outside the brackets. If there is a specific TW that you would like me to include in the future feel free to let me know and I will do my best to add it.]

Quackity, Purpled and Charlie, spent over an hour searching through the woods and the land around Las Nevadas, well mostly just Quackity and Purpled while Charlie hovered around asking annoying questions. Neither The Zombie nor Foolish were anywhere to be found.

Quackity told Purpled and Charlie to Head back to Las Nevadas and look there while he did one more check around the perimeter for any clues as to what happened. Quackity took his time. Now that he was by himself he was able to think more clearly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned.

Quackity wasn’t exactly sure what he had witnessed. He’d never seen something exactly like it, one minute Foolish was standing in front of him and the next he was gone and this zombie lady was in his place. He might argue with the other Las Navadas recruits, and they might not have the best opinion of him, but one thing was certain, if anyone messed with them, especially on Las Navadas property, They were messing with him and he wasn’t about to let anyone push him around, not anymore, never again.

Quackity looked up as he rounded a sand dune, the walls of Tubbo’s “cookie” outpost looming up on the edge of Las Nevadas land. Quackity Scowled. One problem after another. The whole conflict about the walls hadn’t really been resolved, Tubbo was being stubborn, unreasonable. But that wasn’t a priority at the moment, he would deal with that latter, right now, he had bigger problems.

Quackity followed along the wall and stopped short on the road in front of the Las Nevadas toll tunnel. Ranboo and Tubbo stood on the road coming from the other direction.

They stared at each other, neither side moving. Then Quackity broke into a smile “Hey there, Fancy running into you two here. You seem to hang around here a lot, have either of you seen Foolish or a strange looking Zombie by chance?”

Ranboo fidgeted and looked away but he was always fidgeting and he was never one for eye contact so that wasn’t exactly a tell.

Tubbo on the other hand, Quackity had been in the same cabinet with him during Schlatt’s presidency, and in the cabinet during Tubbo’s presidency, he knew what the kid looked like when he lied.

“A Zombie you say? What makes you think we would have anything to do with that?” Tubbo shrugged.

Quackity didn’t drop the smile. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I am talking about.”

“Honest big man, there are no Zombies here, that's why we built the walls.” Tubbo insisted.

Ok so the kid was getting better at lying. Quackity frowned but the smile returned a moment later. “That's all good. Just be careful, she did something to Foolish, he’s gone missing, I’m worried that if she is allowed to roam free and do whatever she wants then she might do what she did to Foolish to someone else. You understand. I would hate to hear that one of you two went missing.”

Tubbo and Ranboo looked at each other. They definitely knew something they weren’t telling him.

“Thanks for the warning big man, we’ll let you know if we see anything,” Tubbo smiled tightly before grabbing Ranboo’s arm and pulled him aside to whisper in his ear.

Called it. Quackity smiled, his sharp gold tooth glinting in the sunlight. He turned on his heel and headed back down the tunnel towards Las Nevadas.

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Cleo looked down at the dark water lapping against the stone pier where she sat, her legs dangling over the edge. The air smelled of salt, cold stung her lungs. She wasn’t shivering despite the fact that a crop top and shorts was chronically under dressed for the weather. She didn’t really notice.

Her heel bounced against the wall of the peer as she stared out to sea. Snowchester was secluded, nice and peaceful, but it also felt vacant. There were houses but no one lived in them. Not that that was anything all too strange, Hermits built empty houses all the time, but these felt different. The empty houses the Hermits built were intended just for show, or to conceal functional builds. These houses once housed people, and now were abandoned.

Cleo looked up at the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow and the clunk of boots against the wood at the beginning of the peer. Tubbo and Ranboo stood looking back at her. Tubbo had his hands in the front pockets of his coat and Ranboo stared at her over Tubboo’s shoulder. He never seemed to blink, it was a bit unnerving.

Cleo pursed her lips “Um, thanks for letting me stay here kids, but-”

“You can’t stay here anymore,” Tubbo blurted out.

Cleo blinked.

Ranboo flinched “Sorry about all this, it’s just…”

“Don’t worry about it kid,” Cleo said, getting to her feet, “I was going to leave anyway,” She shrugged.

“Oh really,” Ranboo sighed.

Tubbo frowned “Why? What changed?”

Cleo chuckled hollowly, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Tubbo pursed his lips but didn’t push the issue.

Cleo walked past the two of them and started up the path.

“Wait,” Ranboo called

Cleo stopped.

“Where are you going to stay now?” Ranboo asked. Tubbo just glared at her.

Cleo shrugged and smiled a bit to cheerily “I’m sure I’ll find a nice cave somewhere, after all I am a Hermit,”

“Um,” Ranboo looked off to the side, tapping his fingers together. “If you need it there’s a hotel in the Greater Dream SMP. It’s big and red, hard to miss.”

Cleo chuckled, “I’ll be alright, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Tubbo was still glaring at her. She turned to leave again.

“Just know that if you try and mess with us we can and will defend ourselves,” Tubbo said.

Cleo didn’t turn around “Oh, I know,” She smirked as she walked away. This Tubbo kid had guts, she could respect that.

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Quackity taped his fingers against his arm impatiently as he waited in the ditch on the Greater DSMP side of the speed tunnel to Snowchester. After talking to Tubbo and Ranboo he had watched from a distance and followed them here.

The splash of oars cutting through the water reached Quackity’s ears as a boat made its way towards his hiding spot. Quackity took a steadying breath, stealing himself as he listened carefully. The boat scraped against the shore and there was a crunch of sand as someone got out of the boat. Only one person.

Quackity stood up and moved into view. The Zombie jumped, summoning her sword as she spun around to face him, teeth bared.

Quackity held up his empty hands and took several steps back. “Woe, woe woe. Hold on. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“You think?” She scoffed. She didn’t attack but she still had her guard up.

“Just tell me what you did to my friend and maybe we can resolve this peacefully,” He smiled tightly.

“I didn’t do anything! And even if I did, why would I tell you? You already tried to kill me once?” She said. Then her expression changed, as if just remembering something. She lowered her sword and straightened. “What do you know about perma-death?” She asked calmly.

Quackity sucked in his breath and took a step back. Was this a threat or a legitimate question? He looked at the determination in her eyes… It was both.

He fought the urge to summon his axe.

“Do you really think you can kill a Zombie? I’m already dead. The rules don’t apply to me!” She strode forward and pointed her sword at him. Quackity staggered back looking up at her standing over him on the edge of the pit framed by the crystal clear sky behind her.

Was she bluffing?

Fuck.

She spun on her heel and ran the other direction, across the field.

The trance was broken.

[TW: Blood, violence, body horror. Skip to the next bolded text to avoid the worst of it]

“Shit, Get back here!” Quackity scrambled up the bank, summoning his crossbow and letting loose the bolt. It struck her in the leg, but she didn’t even seem to slow down. Had she even felt it? An ender pearl replaced the crossbow and a moment later he felt a sudden rush as he flew through the air, switching to his axe mid-flight. He crashed into her back, embedding his axe between her shoulder blades.

Quackity pulled his axe out of her back and staggered backwards. She wasn’t dead. She hadn’t despawned yet. Maybe she had been telling the truth about being unable to die. Oh wait, she was moving.

She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees coughing up dark sickened blood. She staggered to her feet and turned around to face him again, fire and determination in her eyes.

How was she still standing? That last hit had to have broken several ribs. Quackity glanced at the exposed ribs poking out from under her crop top, edged with decayed flesh. Those had been that way before. Maybe broken bones didn’t matter?

[TW End: Summery: Quackity chases after Cleo, she tanks a bunch of damage but is able to keep fighting despite severe injuries]

Why were his knees shaking? She hadn’t even scratched him this time, and she wasn’t as good at combat as Dream or Techno. Yet she refused to die?

He clenched his teeth and scowled, “I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me what you did with Foolish?” He demanded. Now he was bluffing.

“I. Don’t. Know!” She yelled as she lunged at him, summoning her sword mid swing as she brought it down on him.

He didn’t have time to block. Instead he moved back and swung the axe up. The blunt side of the head struck her in the chin as he felt her sword cut into his shoulder and graze his chest.

She staggered back and switched her sword out for a gapple.

Oh no you don’t. Quackity raised his axe about to lung when he felt someone jump on him from behind. Arms wrapping around his neck in a choke hold. The axe returned to his inventory as he grabbed at the arms around his neck. They were invisible, his attacker was invisible.

“Cleo, Run!” the invisible man shouted.

She froze, the gapple halfway to her mouth “Etho?”

“I said run!”

She turned on her heel and started running, only pausing for a moment to eat the gapple and keep going.

Quackity clawed at the arm around his neck. This Etho guy was invisible. That ment he wasn’t wearing armor. Quackity summoned a sword in reverse grip and stabbed behind him. He heard Etho hiss as the sword grazed him. His grip loosened and Quackity was able to wrestle free. Summoning another pearl he threw it, getting away and landing near some trees. He staggered against one of the trees, coughing and rubbing his neck. He gritted his teeth, his face twisting into and ugly snarl. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She got away. And she had an accomplice.

They made him look like an idiot. He quickly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He had promised never to let himself feel helpless again. Never to let other people control him. Yet he had let himself get pushed around by some random Zombie and one guy with an invis pot. Fuck this. He needed to do something about this. He couldn’t let this stand.

#hermitcraft dsmp swap au #dsmp #dream smp #hermitcraft #dsmp au #hc x dsmp au #dream smp au #hermitcraft au #quackity #tubbo #ranboo #zombie cleo #etho

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toutallyahoe · 4 years ago

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Nerves ~ Bakugou Katsuki (Boku No Hero Academia)

requested by: --

pairing(s): bakugou katsuki x male reader

warnings: cursing,

a/n: this had been in my drafts for a long time so i had finished it weeks ago. now enjoy this shit

also i havent touched any bnha content for awhile now so forgive me for my lack of knowledge on it lmao ive been focusing on haikyuu!! and now solo leveling and its... chaos

It was a calming day for the 1-A class of Yuuei. The students were doing well, chatting up with friends for the most social of the class while others minded their own business by either dozing off in their seats until the bell rang for lunch to finish or just sitting there, reading a book or two.

There wasn't no drama nor any of the other class' announcing they'll beat them to a pulp. There was no problems with villains aswell as just the regular lessons of Yuuei. No pop quizzes (which Kaminari Denki and Ashido Mina cry in relief) nor hard lessons at all.

Yes, it was a calm, peaceful day for the 1-A class.

"THAT'S FUCKING IT!"

Well, it was a calm, peaceful day for the 1-A class.

Almost all of the class looked at the direction of the scream to see Bakugou Katsuki being, well, himself. Kaminari Denki and Kirishima Eijirō looked at everyone with embarrassed looks and apologetic smiles. Seeing that it was merely Katsuki having his usual outburst again, the rest went back to doing their own thing, minding their own business.

The classroom president though, Iida Tenya, chided at the ash blond's outburst. The blue haired male was unfortunately ignored which made Tenya a bit saddened and was immediately cheered up by Midoriya Izuku.

But back to the ash blond. It seemed like Katsuki started to venomously glared at the [Hair color] haired student who passed by him awhile ago. His lips turned into a sneer as he forcefully shoved his hands on the green pants pockets.

Kirishima Eijirō gaved a questioning glance at his abrasive friend and was about to ask when the explosive ash blond continued on. "I am going to fucking tell him!"

'Okay, what now?' Eijirō questioningly thought as he scratched his head in wonder. "What?" The red head questioned as he sweatdrop when Katsuki didn't even respond to him nor bat an eye at his direction. The red head pouted at his friend's ignoring. Now that's just mean Katsuki.

Kaminari Denki who seemed to curiously follow the ash blond's line of sight. The blond was confused on why was Katsuki looking at [Last name] [Name] as Denki saw that the ash blond male was glaring at the [Hair color] haired classmate of theirs who was happily talking to one of their other classmate, Todoroki Shōto, who seemed to have a small smile on his own. If looks could kill, Denki swore [Name] was incinerated with how the ash blond was looking at him.

"Tell who what, Bakug— HEY!" The blond started until he abruptly shouted when he saw the explosive male was not listening to him and was also walking away. Eijirō tried to get Katsuki's attention to ask what was wrong but the ash blond didn't seem to bother on his shouts as he menacingly walked towards the [Hair color] haired and dual haired male with a frown prominent on his face.

"Oh God, BAKUGOU?!?" Denki shouted in panic as he realized what the ash blond was doing. The blond feared for the [Hair color] haired male's being since Denki doesn't even know why the ash blond was heading towards him. But Denki does knows was that [Name] was a nice student. Too nice to even do anything to anger the ash blond. Denki was sweating buckets as he suddenly grabbed Eijirō in the shoulders and shook the male back and forth in his panic state.

The red head male could only try to get the blond's grip away from him but failed. Denki's grip on his shoulder was too tight and Eijirō felt like barfing his lunch right now because of Denki's back and forth shaking on his form.

"K-kaminari!!! S-stop!!!" Yelled Eijirō but it seemed his yell fell into deaf ears by the blond as Denki was still panicking and fearing for [Name]'s life. The ruckus of the two seem to capture most of their classmates attention, even the two male's who we're chatting happily looked at them.

"Pfft— oh God!" [Name] quickly covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to contain his laughter from seeing Denki panic and poor Eijirō seemed to be turning paler by the second. The [Hair color] haired male swore he could see Eijirō's soul was coming out of his mouth with a crying face as he slowly ascended away from his body. The [Hair color] haired male was shaking as occasional giggles left his mouth.

Shōto on the other hand deadpanned at the scene. The dual haired male let out a sigh while shaking his head. Honestly, his classmates were an odd bunch. Turning to his [Hair color] haired friend who seemed to be dying on containing his laughter, Shōto shook his head again. The half and half rolled his eyes as he nudge the [Hair color] haired male to gain the giggling male's reaction.

"What happened then?" The red and white haired male asked as he saw his friend stopped laughing, occasionally letting giggles but finally turned away from Denki and Eijirō's antics.

The [Hair color] haired male seem to beamed at what Shōto had said as he grinned and comically made hand gestures to the male as he told his tale before he was interrupted by two of his classmates shenanigans.

"So, where was I?" The [Hair color] haired male had asked out loud to his friend who shrugged. Not a second later, [Name] snapped his fingers in a eureka moment as he remembered.

"Uhh, yes!" [Name] had chuckled as he continued. "Well, I was at the CC Café again and manage to talk to that tired looking waiter? You know, the only waiter working there?" Shōto nodded at that, indicating he knew what the [Hair color] haired male was talking about.

"Yeah, I managed to get a small talk outta him!" [Name] said excitedly. This caused the dual haired male to softly smile at him. "After awhile there, he abruptly stopped paying attention to me and looked so done when he turned to the table beside me," [Name] said as he let put a snort when he remembered the waiter's face looking so done and ready to just drop dead that second.

"He was quietly muttering curses underneath his breathe, mostly saying he was so done and was quitly asking someone to just end him and I cou—" [Name] stopped talking his story when he and Shōto seemed to not notice the ash blond angrily approaching them.

Tilting his head in confusion, the [Hair color] haired male disregarded the angry glare Katsuki was sending to both he and the half and half quirk user and instead beamed a smile at the ash blond. [Name] seemed happy to see Katsuki as he grinned at the ash blond and waved a hand in greeting.

"Hey there, Kacchan!" The [Hair color] haired male sweetly greeted the ash blond. "How are yo— EH?!?" [Name] didn't even feel fear when had Katsuki arrived in front of him and had grabbed his red tie to bring him face to face with the angry male.

In the background, you can hear Denki shriek in terror more loudly as he shakes the almost dead red head more. Izuku was panicking and tried to stop Denki for unintentionally murdering Eijirō but the green haired male was failing aswell from how he was panicking by Denki and Katsuki's actions to Eijirō and [Name].

"Katsuki?" The [Hair color] haired male had softly called the ash blond's name. [Name] was confused and he grew more confused when his [Eye color] eyes looked directly at the ash blond's red ones.

"You!" Katsuki yelled at [Name] who look at him in confusion. "You've been getting on my nerves!" The ash blond continued. The [Hair color] haired male was about to apologized when the ash blond's next words not only shocked [Name], but also everyone inside the room.

"Stop being so fucking attractive, goddammit!"

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five-rivers · 3 years ago

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Long Night in the Valley Chapter 16

"But Suzuki-san was knocked out a bunch before this," said Ochako.

"I know," said One, still holding out the little packs of pills, "but apparently going to sleep is different from being knocked out."

"I think being drugged is a lot different from going to sleep, too," said Todoroki, taking one of the pill packs.

"I literally did not make the rules of this quirk." He turned his head to the side and started muttering about how Saito's quirk could have been used for good.

"How closely are you related to Midoriya, anyway?" asked Todoroki.

One startled. "Oh, uh, heh. You know. Enough for him to use the quirk?"

Wow. That was a suspicious answer.

"Are you Midoriya's father?" asked Todoroki.

"Todoroki, what--" started Iida.

"I have been dead for over a hundred years."

"That's not a no."

"Anyway," said Ochako, taking a sleeping pill from One but not opening it. "Are you sure, completely sure, you don't want our help? I mean, thinking about it, if you can get Izuku's quirk back from him like this, can’t he take your quirks, too?"

"Probably," agreed One, casually. "That's part of the reason we want you away from him." He mixed taking a pill. "We're also trying to make him think he can't. Or at least think that we think he can't. He's never had a very high opinion of our intelligence. And if he thinks that we think he can't, he'll never think that we're doing it."

Todoroki nodded along to this sagely.

"There’s also the possibility that he won't be able to - there are significant differences between my quirk and his. He can't do a passive DNA read, for example. That and the remnants of Izuku's quirk are the main reasons we think this will work, after all."

The world trembled slightly, then shook, as if an earthquake had just happened.

"He could take our mental selves, though," continued One. "Whether or not he'd keep them once this quirk wears off is something I'd rather not know… Although it'd be interesting to see if he could take the DNA aspect of a quirk that doesn't have a corresponding mental component present, since that's what actually trips him up when he tries to take One for All - he can't take the mental aspect, so his quirk aborts the sequence."

The ground shook again, harder.

"But that's honestly academic. You see, being dead can get boring, so we've spent a lot of time running war games and fighting each other."

This time, the shaking knocked all of them but One to their knees.

"Please take the pills? Now? We're really going to be fine."

A rocket screamed in the distance, followed by an explosion.

"This doesn't have opiates in it, does it?" asked Iida.

"Nothing here is real, so, no."

Ochako startled awake and immediately clutched at her head. That was one heck of a headache. Driven by the need to see where she was, she peeled open her eyes.

This was… the infirmary at UA?

How'd she get here?

"Oi! Granny! Cheeks is awake!"

That was Bakugo. There was something she wanted to do regarding Bakugo. What was it again?

"Don’t shout! This is a place of quiet and healing."

"I wanna know what fffffffffrick happened to shhhhtupid Deku."

Oh. She remembered now.

"As do we all, but you shouldn't crowd someone coming out of a mental quirk like that, it could be--"

No time like the present, decided Ochako.

She snapped into a sitting position, and punched Bakugo in the face.

"Ow! Mother--!"

Recovery Girl sighed. "Dangerous. Uraraka, how are you feeling?"

"I'm telling you," said Suzuki, propped up in the hospital bed, "there's a whole cabal of them, telepathically linked to each other and to All for One." He swatted away the nurse's hand. "Some of them are old heroes, too. They must have gone over to him for longevity quirks or something. They were- they were joking with each other about how to kill me. That's why I had to bail out."

"I believe you," said the commission president solemnly. “We have come across some evidence of our own that puts yours into a much more… credible light than it would be otherwise. Could you identify them, the other members of this ‘cabal?’”

“Some of them,” said Suzuki, doubtfully. “But others I didn’t recognize, or see for very long.” He shuddered. “Some of them… Some of them I would very much like to be mistaken about, sir.”

“The ones you are sure of?” prompted the president.

“Skyrunner,” said Suzuki, looking pale. “We should investigate her associates, as well,” he added, as if the president was unfit for his job. “There was another… I only know him from pictures, but I’m sure it was Fidelity.”

The president let neither his annoyance at Suzuki nor the familiarity of the two names distract him. “And how did Aizawa Shouta interact with them?”

Suzuki sniffled. “He sided with them. They all tried to put up a show when I was watching, but they never attacked him like they attacked me. That woman… she kept dropping me…” He knotted his fingers in his hair.

“What about All Might?”

“I’m… not sure. There was an image of him there, but he didn’t speak, not like the others. I couldn’t… couldn’t say if he was involved like they were.”

Not the conclusive report he’d been hoping for, then, but it confirmed that Midoriya Izuku was indeed in league with All for One.

… and also that he was providing All for One with at least one link with the outside world.

If Skyrunner and the others truly were alive, that meant that he had even more.

If. If they were alive. Even for a man of All for One’s talents, he had doubts about his ability to locate so many longevity quirks. The nomu with their duplicated quirks seemed to be a recent development. Then, too, there was the matter of Midoriya’s blood sample. Skyrunner and Fidelity were both on the list of people whose DNA had been mingled with his.

“There was also…” said Suzuki. He swallowed. “There was also… Tempest. She looked just like the old posters.”

Another name from the lists. The president closed his eyes briefly and pulled out his phone, going to the pictures he had saved of the hero Lariat and the vigilante Forewarning. Lariat’s photo was obviously better, having been an official picture for the purposes of identification. Forewarning’s was blurry and at an awkward angle, but given what he’d been - and who he served - it was only to be expected.

He showed the phone to Suzuki.

“These two?”

Suzuki stared. “Yes,” he said. “How did you know?”

“As I said,” replied the president, “we’ve gathered some of our own evidence while you’ve been asleep.” He put his phone away. “I expect a more thorough, formal report of what you discovered in Midoriya’s mind by the end of the day.”

“Of course, sir,” said Suzuki.

The president nodded, and with no more farewell than that, left.

As soon as he was alone, his phone was in his hand again. “I need an emergency exhumation order for the heroes Lariat, Fidelity, and Skyrunner.”

Aizawa stepped into the lobby of the apartment building. It seemed normal enough, even if the finishings were incredibly old-fashioned and its emptiness gave it a disturbing quality. The overhead lights buzzed. The wallpaper peeled. The air smelled faintly of ammonia. The paint on the receptionist’s desk had flaked off in places. There was gum matted in the carpet.

It was a normal apartment building. Not a nice one.

Aizawa walked cautiously to the desk, and peered at the mailboxes behind it. He picked out the name ‘Shigaraki’ in the third row, and made note of the apartment number.

The elevator, predictably, was out of order, not that it particularly mattered to Aizawa. He wouldn’t have trusted it to bring him to his destination, regardless. He barely trusted the stairs for that, after how many times this dream world had changed under his feet.

He reached the third floor without incident, and found the Shigaraki apartment. The door was locked, but Aizawa always carried a set of lockpicks with him, something that was as true here as in the real world. He made short work of it.

The apartment was… normal. Chaotic. Not very clean. Several sets of shoes, various sizes, littered the entryway. Medical bills and homework covered the kitchen table, more than a few letters on the floor. Bowls were stacked next to the sink. One of the rooms didn’t have a door, but a curtain. There were scorch marks on the walls.

Aizawa took a deep breath, and stepped into the apartment.

At first, nothing changed. Then, the light streaming past the curtains dimmed, natural light becoming weak, flickering sodium-yellow, and the dusty silence of an abandoned place was replaced with something that was almost like city nightlife.

Almost. There was something badly off about it. More than something… Too much anger. Not a single happy voice. Too many crashes and bangs. But… also not enough. Not enough for a riot or a protest. No motors, either. No cars.

He made his way to the window and looked out. There were people there. Crowds, even. People raging. People despairing. There were people tearing at the buildings, attacking their surroundings and one another, but many simply laid on the ground. Others… others seemed to be hunting. Looking for something, armed with makeshift weaponry.

Red lightning split the sky above them. Someone wailed, and the hunting party changed direction, going to where the lightning had struck.

Aizawa had seen the footage from Kamino, the way lightning had sparked, jagged, around the villain’s arms. He didn’t know what that lightning meant here, but he didn’t intend to get close enough to find out.

But he did have to go out, to find Midoriya’s quirk, or the representation of it. Wherever it was, it wasn’t in this apartment.

Probably.

Just to be sure, he threw open the doors and cabinets, searching and not finding. However, the apartment really was as empty of people as it seemed. Part of Aizawa itched to investigate this place more, this place where All for One was allegedly raised.

He left the apartment, making his way quickly down the stairs. In the real world, he would have most likely left through the window, jumping down to quell the near-riot happening below, to pull aside some of the younger people he had seen. But none of the people below were real, and he needed to lay low, stay inconspicuous.

Walking through Midoriya’s and the others’ minds, he and his students had always been noticed immediately. The ‘vestiges’ were distracting All for One, but Aizawa didn’t want to push his luck.

He walked out into the dim street, keeping close to the walls of buildings for whatever little cover they provided. The air tasted… oddly sterile.

The ‘people’ here were most likely stolen quirks, not memories. Would Midoriya’s be out in this? Or hidden away? How big was All for One’s mental landscape? The man was more than a century old.

If the quirk acted like the child it had belonged to… most likely it would go somewhere familiar. Midoriya’s apartment, maybe? Had he lived there, back then?

It was, unfortunately, his only lead.

(He did not think highly of his chances at success.)

“Eraserhead?”

The call was hissed, hushed and disbelieving. Aizawa half-turned, thinning his profile to provide a smaller target, his hands on his capture weapon.

Then he hesitated.

“Ragdoll?”

She blinked rapidly at him, eyes tearing up. “He got you, too, Eraser?”

Aizawa took in the brightly-colored hero costume and the ever so slightly off way she held herself. “You… aren’t really Shiretoko Tomoko, are you?” He knew that, or should have known that, but it was very different to see someone he knew… the quirk of someone he knew… here.

She crossed her arms and pursed her lips, face still twisted in upset and grief. “Just like you aren’t really…” Her eyes widened, and she pushed him into a nearby alleyway. He let her, barely resisting the urge to throw her off and double-guessing that decision. “You are the real Eraserhead,” she whispered, urgently. “The real Aizawa Shouta.”

To trust or not to trust… She’d know more than Aizawa about this place and where Midoriya’s quirk might be, but she was also compromised simply by the situation she was in and what she was. He didn’t know how much control All for One had over her, nor how similar she was to the real Ragdoll.

“Why are you here? How are you here?” Her words carried an edge of desperation. “You can’t be here. This is hell.”

“It’s a quirk. I’m looking for someone,” said Aizawa, making a snap decision. “A child.”

“One of your students?”

“Younger,” said Aizawa. “About five.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down as much as I’d like,” admitted not-Ragdoll.

“A boy,” said Aizawa. “Curly green hair. Probably small for his age.”

She blinked again, eyelashes fluttering. “Green hair? Like Midoriya?”

“You remember him?”

“It would be hard to forget the student Kota punched in the…'' she trailed off with a grimace. “Is he alright? Kota?”

“He’s fine. And… you’re fine, as well. Alive, I mean.”

“That’s not really…” She chewed her lower lip. “Call me Search. Midoriya, is he…?”

“He’s… The situation is complicated.”

Ragdoll-- Search nodded. “I haven’t seen anyone that looks like that,” she said. “But I’m not the only hero-- The only hero’s quirk here.” She stepped out of the alley. “Let me show you.”

This felt like a trap.

He didn’t have any better leads.

He followed.

Kazuki had never been strong. As a child, he’d been sickly, and he’d grown into a sickly adult. Allergies and autoimmune disorders had plagued him growing up, as well as common viruses made near-fatal by his adverse reactions to vaccines and already-compromised immune system. Then, as a teen, he’d been diagnosed with a cellular degeneration disorder that had sprung up at about the same time as meta abilities. A disorder that, if Nine was any indicator, had never been cured.

Then his brother had given him the stockpile. And that had…

Well. It had hurt, at first. It had left him sicker than ever, confused and possibly a little delirious as his own power sheered away the ghost of a half-brother he’d never met into near-nothingness, as instincts and senses he’d only been peripherally aware of opened up, angry and inflamed by the violation.

(He wondered, now, if One for All might have manifested very differently if the stockpile hadn’t been forced on him. If the reason Izuku was drawing out the quirks of his predecessors wasn’t because of the mechanical remnants of his original quirk, but because One for All itself had finally settled into equilibrium with the stockpile.)

But. He’d had the stockpile. He’d had that well of power, shallow as it had been back then. at the beginning.

Kazuki still wasn’t strong. Never, in his entire life, from birth to death, had he been strong.

But it was a fact that, for as long as the strong and the weak had existed among men, so had equalizing devices.

Kazuki could lean on a cane. He could also beat someone to death with one. At least, when he’d been alive.

He’d done some staffwork, too, when he’d been alive. The weapon wasn’t as inconspicuous in the modern world as it had been in the past, but it had reach and versatility. Also, many cleaning implements, garden tools, and lengths of pipe could be used as a staff in a pinch.

But his favorite weapon was the sword.

(Kazuki had excelled above his older brother in only four areas: morality, med school, finishing books, and kendo.)

Force multipliers, one friend in the underground had called Kazuki’s weapons. Specialized levers.

Someone, a westerner, Kazuki thought, had once said that you could move the world with a long enough lever. Kazuki couldn’t claim to have done that, he couldn’t even move his brother, but weapons had made his use of One for All much more efficient.

Much more deadly, in some cases.

Unfortunately, his blade failed to cleave off his brother’s insufferably smug face, steel skittering off his brother’s quirk-enhanced hand. Kazuki dove past him, tumbled, making sure to keep the cutting edge of his sword pointed away from himself, and rolled smoothly to his feet, the phantom buzz of One for All under his skin making him much more coordinated than he otherwise would have been.

Daigoro and Rokuya had already engaged his brother. Ryuji was circling, unnoticeable, waiting for an opening. Miranda had summoned a dense fog that crackled with lightning (incidentally not something she’d commonly been able to do in life - for most of her feats, the prevailing weather conditions had to be just right first). Nana was minding the environment, for the moment, making sure it suited them and hindered their opponent. Although, she’d attempted a few several-story axe-kicks, when she saw the opportunity.

As for their youngest two members…

“I hadn’t expected you to let Midoriya Izuku fight,” said All for One, as if everyone involved wasn’t completely, brutally aware that he was Izuku’s father, “but I really expected more action from All Might. Are you afraid I’ll do to your mind what I did to your body?”

“Shut up!” shouted Izuku. “Leave him alone! He’s driving!”

“He’s wha--?”

Rokuya and Miranda both took All for One’s distraction as an opening to hit him with electrical attacks. Rokuya laughed wildly. “Tase him again, senpai!”

Kazuki adjusted his grip on the police stun baton he found in his hand (he’d stolen one, once, and kept it for a week before realizing it was GPS enabled) and smiled. A request like that from his successor? How could he refuse?

Vlad’s car, ever so gently, rolled to a stop. Toshinori cursed vigorously, though not particularly creatively, and winced. There wasn’t anything he could do about a empty fuel tank. Swearing at it wasn’t going to fill it up.

Once met someone with a quirk like…

Toshinori squeezed his eyes shut and let the foreign memory roll over him. Focus on positives. They were much closer to the Wild Wild Pussycats’ compound, almost to the cliffside that Izuku and his classmates had been tipped off of by Pixie Bob, and… Toshinori had to let that memory flicker and pass as well.

He pulled first their supplies, then Izuku, from the car, wanting to keep his student in the warmth provided by the barely-functional heating system for as long as possible. On a whim, he took the emergency supplies Vlad had stored in his car as well.

Perhaps taking things from his fellow teacher should have twinged his conscience more than stealing from villains, but, well. Vlad would have more loss to worry about than a small first aid kit, emergency foil blankets, and road flares. Toshinori had originally intended to return the car, or at least leave it somewhere Vlad could find, but his plans had changed.

The car might not be next to the cliff Izuku and his classmates had fallen from at the beginning of their summer camp experience, but it was next to a cliff.

He made sure the wheel was turned in the right direction, got behind the car and pushed. It took longer than he would have liked to get to the cliffside, but once he did, momentum and gravity took care of the rest.

The result was loud enough to jostle Izuku from his state of not-quite-sleep and left a fair amount of car-related debris on the side of the cliff, but the car itself was obscured quite nicely by the pine trees below.

He walked, slowly, back to Izuku, who had struggled into a sitting position, and was now contemplating standing.

“Don’t,” said Toshinori, softly. “I’ll carry you.”

“But,” said Izuku, looking at him with worry. He swallows, licking split lips. “You’re really not in better shape than I am.”

“You’re keeping us hidden,” said Toshinori. “I’m not.”

Izuku sagged, defeated. “Okay,” he said, softly.

“I was on my way when I found you,” said Search, leading Aizawa forward. “He knows everywhere here, he is everywhere here, and a lot of the quirks here belonged to his followers, or to people who were his enemies but were just as bad as he was… We have to move where we meet.”

“And who is ‘we’ in this situation?” asked Aizawa.

There was a lull in the conversation as they pressed themselves to a wall to let a large group go by.

“Other heroes,” said Search, quietly, once they were more or less alone again. “Rather, their quirks.” She looked up at him. “We might not be them, but we refuse to let him change us, destroy more of what we are.” Something more… natural, for lack of a better term, bled into her bearing.

It was then that it struck Aizawa, what had been bothering him about all the ‘people’ here. None of them moved like they were alive. Not even the vestiges in Midoriya’s mind felt so dead.

Aizawa was standing in a world of ghosts.

He forced himself to nod at her, this specter wearing his colleague’s face and memories. If what she said was true, then she was, indeed, pursuing a noble cause.

She led him to what looked like an average, middle-class hotel, except that it was painted with bright, red graffiti accusing the owners of being ‘mutants.’ They entered through a side door, and went down into a basement filled with washing and drying machines.

The room was also full of people. Quirks. All of whom became very tense upon seeing Aizawa.

“Who’s this?” asked one of them, a thin woman still wearing a blood-splattered costume. Aizawa vaguely recognized her face as that of a hero who’d been popular when he’d been a kid.

“This is Eraserhead,” said Search. “The real Eraserhead.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” said Search.

Aizawa didn’t know how she could be, seeing as she hadn’t really asked him any questions that could confirm his identity, but he didn’t belabor the point.

“He’s looking for someone,” she continued.

“Forget that, how did you even get in here?” demanded someone else.

“A quirk,” said Aizawa.

“Duh,” said a boy in an old Shiketsu uniform. “Of course it was a quirk. Can we have some more detail? We haven’t gotten any news since she came in.” He jerked his head towards Search.

“It was a number of quirks,” allowed Aizawa, “interacting in an unpredicted way. The reason you haven’t gotten any…” He looks at Search. “News. Is because All for One is in Tartarus.”

He’d vaguely expected for the quirks to be reassured by this. Instead, they frowned.

“If you manage to get out,” said the boy, “tell them that they need to kill him. He’s not going to stay nicely in prison.”

“He’s right,” said the woman, crossing her arms. “It doesn’t matter what kind of restraints, drug cocktail, or quirk you’ve got. You see the crowds out there?” She moved to point. “Every person in them is a quirk. Strength quirks, fire quirks, longevity quirks, healing quirks, you name it, he’s got it. The only reason he hasn’t sunk the country is because he wants to rule it.” There was a murmur of agreement.

“I’ll pass it on,” said Aizawa. “But I do have something I’m here for.”

“What?” she snapped.

“A kid’s quirk,” said Search, quickly.

“Why?” asked a vigilante’s quirk, stepping forward. Aizawa had investigated their death. People with healing quirks rarely died like that. “What good does it do you?”

“I know the kid in question,” said Aizawa. “The rest is classified.”

He could make things classified if he wanted to.

“Can you describe them?” asked the vigilante, making gentle shapes with their hands.

“A boy,” said Aizawa. “Green eyes, green curly hair. Probably small. Probably has a thing for notebooks.”

The atmosphere in the room stilled from merely unnatural to deathly.

“Yeah,” said the woman. “We know who you’re talking about.” She pursed her lips. “This is something that’ll make it so All for One won’t be able to use him anymore, right?”

“Hopefully,” said Aizawa. “When you say use…”

The woman waved him off. “The kid’s fine,” she said. “Just terrifying, is all.”

Aizawa closed his eyes. “Of course he is.”

"We decided to keep him away from the other kids," said the vigilate's quirk, "because he was freaking them out."

They were in an apartment building again, this one newer.

"We try to keep the kids away from all that in general." The vigilante waved towards the racket outside. "Wish we could get them free, but…" He trailed off, fixing Aizawa with an appraising look. "If this works with your kid, and he gets his quirk back, maybe you could try with some of the others? I think at least some of them must still be alive out there, right? If your kid is."

"I'll look into it," said Aizawa, "but I'm afraid this is a one time only chance."

"Figures," muttered the vigilante. He knocked on the door.

There was an excited gasp from the other side, and then the pitter-patter of little feet. Then, more concerningly, several metallic clanks and clicks as bolts and locks from the other side of the door were released. The door swung back, and a painfully tiny version of Midoriya beamed up at them.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fic #fanfic #long night in the valley

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kinnoth · 3 years ago

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Nobody asked, but I wrote a script for the rest of Infinity War following the events of this rewrite

Thanos survives; he is heavily wounded, but his children find him in the rubble of the Statesman. They heal him partially, but when he wakes, he makes them stop immediately and asks where the stone is. They don't know.

Find it, he demands

Smaller ships shoot out of the big mothership

Meanwhile on earth, pods from the statesman arrive, scattered about in different countries. They weren't proper ships, without real steering or real propulsion, literally just luxury life pods shot out from the statesman, like the sort a fancy excursion might use for a brief spacewalk. A third of them don't even make it to earth. The Valkyrie and Bruce Banner make it and land in the desert of New Mexico. Banner wants to go and tell the avengers about Thanos; he doesn't really have a conception about how much time has passed bc he's not used to space travel. He thinks maybe the avengers can go out and help Thor.

The Valkyrie is like there's no point: either Thor and Loki have defeated Thanos and they will join us shortly or they are dead and we need to defend this realm. My kings ordered me to take care of our people. I intend to do that.

Banner tells her either way they have to inform the avengers. The Valkyrie is confused.

Aren't the avengers just like the revengers of Midgard? Are you telling me now that they are the rulers of this realm?

No, they're not like the kings of earth or anything, we don't really have one ruler on earth, we have like presidents and stuff, it's a country based thing-- look, the avengers aren't political, they're just Earth's greatest defenders!

Are they mortal? Or are they like you?

I mean, they're human, if that's what you mean. I think you'll like them, or at least some of them. I know they'd like you.

We need to make ready, whatever the case may be. Can they help me find the rest of my people?

They can help with anything

Well then let's go.

Ok cool, I think there's an old shield compound around here, let's see if we can borrow some transport

Meanwhile in NYC, Tony stark is being a douchebag doing douchebag things. Dr strange appears in his house or whatever and tells him he's detected a big tachyon blast in outer space or blah blah and that means something bad and omg why isn't Tony doing anything where are the avengers. Tony is rude and uninteresting. The avengers broke up. Blah blah.

Suddenly, ha ha, a gen 1 avengers jet bursts out of the sky and lands outside of Tony's house. Tony's ring doorbell catches it. He's like whoa, big wtf. A face pops into view. It's Bruce banner. He's got a very serious looking lady and a bunch of scared looking renfaire LARPers behind her. Tony's like jfc this was supposed to be a sweatpants day.

Bruce is making a stupid face at his ring camera.

Hey!! Tony!! Are you home?? We need to talk! Do you know a guy named Thanos??

Back in space, the children of Thanos have good news

Master, we have it, we have found the stone

Thanos is still looking pretty beat up. This is gonna be a theme. He is going to face resistance to acquiring every stone and every one is going to kill him a little.

The children bring him a hand. It's Loki's. Thanos pries open the fingers and the stone is embedded into its palm. Thanos digs it out and even though it's really busted looking, it crackles back together once he puts it in his gauntlet.

This puts us behind schedule. Set a course for knowhere. Maw, Midnight, I want you to scout ahead. Go to earth. Find the mind and time stones.

Yes master.

Sire, what should we do with the rest of him?

That thing? He's alive?

Yes sire.

They lift up a sheet and Loki is laying on a table looking badly burnt but still breathing

If he is alive and the other one is dead, then balance is achieved. Throw him in the brig. He should witness the new world his cooperation has bought him.

On the other side of NYC peter parker is taking a math test he didn't study for. A fireball falls out of the sky outside of his school into the ocean. Everybody is very curious. They run outside the school. Peter is like was that a spaceship?? My Spidey senses tell me there's people inside!

He sneaks off out of the crowd and goes to try to help the downed spaceship. It's Heimdall's life pod. He's got like 25 aesir with him and spiderman helps him get the door open and get the people out and onto shore

Are you guys ok? Omg are you aliens? Let me make some cute movie references!

Heimdall confirms they are aliens. The people in school are very shocked, both at the existence of aliens and also spiderman.

Then out of the sky comes ironman! He's been tracking all the pods falling to earth.

Looks like banner was telling the truth, we are facing an alien invasion

We are not invaders, Anthony Stark

Ok weird that you know my name

I see everything. I am Heimdall Uthjarson, once the Lord watcher of Asgard, and I bear grave news --

Oh yeah, no, I've heard all about that already, your world blew up, then your ship blew up, and some guy named Thanos is coming, but hey, I gotta ask, is it true that Thor got married to his creepy, evil brother, because a) that's very Lannister of him and b)--

Heimdall stops him.

We do not have time for your prattle, Anthony Stark.

Please, call me Tony--

You are looking for your team, Wanda Maximoff, the Vision, Natasha Romanoff, your friend Steven Rogers

Whoa, we are not friends, my guy

You need to find them

Hey you don't tell me what to do

If you will not do it then I will

You guys are like a broken record, that's exactly what that Valkyrie chick said too

The Valkyrie is alive?

Yeah, she's at the avengers tower with banner, and-- Wait I thought you said you can see everything--

Something clouds my vision. No, I see her. I see the rest of them. Thank you Anthony Stark, but we do not require your assistance any longer

He bifrosts it out of there, taking the aesir with him

Tony stark makes a face to Peter Parker. Peter Parker shrugs elaborately.

Well shit I'm not gonna sing backup to my own band, you coming kid?

No changes in the vision/captain america scenes. They fight midnight and midnight retreats. Captain America takes everyone to wakanda. He unblocks tony starks phone number.

In space, the galaxy guardians arrive to find the ship they were tracking has exploded. They run into Thor. Thor wakes up and bolts off the table.

Is this hel?

No, buddy, whoa, calm down, I know it's a bit of a mess in here, but you're not in hell

My brother, he was with me. He was next to me. Did you find him?

Sorry pal, no brother, uh, I think everybody else is dead.

Thor looks into the middle distance.

Then Thanos has won anyway

Thanos? Did you say Thanos?

He attacked my ship. We were women and children and old men, and he killed them. We evacuated whoever we could. Then he tried to take the space stone from me. But we destroyed it and we killed him. We beat him

He's after the stones?

Yes, he was, but it doesn't matter now, he's dead.

Shit. Shit if he's after the stones, then that might've been him on knowhere

What? What do you mean?

We got a distress signal from knowhere. All frequency blast. Sounded hectic, but we weren't close so we figured someone else could handle it

He's alive? He survived that?

Thor gestures angrily. It is a horrorshow outside the window. Broken bodies and debris

You're as mad as he was

He's not mad. In all the time I've known him, he has had one goal: collect the stones. Destroy half of all life in the universe. And if he's taken the space stone from you, then he's one closer.

He didn't. I told you, we destroyed it

It can't be destroyed. None of the stones can be destroyed. They're part of the fabric of the universe, he always said so, and if anyone should know, it would be him

Why do you know so much about him?

Gamora is a daughter of thanos

Your father. If your father is still alive as you say he is, then I will have my revenge upon him

Gamora hates him as much as you do

He also took my sister away from me

Then you will help me

I...

Gamora looks away, looking anxious and vulnerable. Thor softens

That's all right. I understand. My father was also a bastard, but he was still my father.

Thor goes and starts fiddling with the escape pod door

What are you doing?

Stealing your emergency pod. If I could not kill him with my bare hands, then I shall require an instrument. I am going to nidavellir

Whoa! nidavellir is real?

The rest of you should go to knowhere. Help them to defend their fortress until I can join you and kill him

Of course it's not a real place, Rocket, does it sound like a real place? Look, Blondie, you're not stealing my pod and also, we're not going anywhere unless I say so. I'm the captain!

Thor stands square with him.

Will you stop me, little man?

Little? Buddy, you are getting real close--

Thor looks bored and impatient. He looks over Quill's shoulder

Daughter of Thanos, if you hate your father as you say you do, will you not do what you must to halt his dread ambition?

Yes. I will

Baby?

Peter. Let him go.

My thanks, lady gamora

I wanna go to nidavellir!

You, rabbit? You would not survive

Survive shmurvive, I ain't ever gonna get my hands on loot like that ever again. Besides! You're not gonna know how to drive that thing. It's my own invention, I built it from scrap.

Very well, it is your own life you take into your hands

Nice. Come on Groot. See you losers!

No changes for knowhere, except that gamora lands a really good hit on thanos before he zaps her away with the space stone. He's bleeding profusely.

On his ship, he extorts the location out of gamora by torturing nebula. gamora reveals the location. Nebula won't talk to her even though she saved her.

He wouldn't have really done it. You always think it's all about you, but father loves me too

Gamora is really angry but also worried about Thanos health. She helps him bind the wound she caused. Dissonance.

They head for the soul stone.

On earth, Tony stark and co have to deal with maw. They kill him. Tony stark calls Steve Rogers. They have a phone chat confirming that some big threat is coming for earth and it's best to put their differences aside. They agree to meet in wakanda

Heimdall looks at him very pointedly.

Tony asks the aesir for help fighting the coming invasion. The Valkyrie and Heimdall say they will fight but their people are not warriors. Tony makes some snide comment about how he thought thor came from a land of Vikings.

All our great warriors gave their lives to defend our realm. We are what remain.

That's ominous

It's what was necessary.

Well, I hope we can do better

I hope so too.

No changes on nidavellir except thor goes to knowhere afterwards, as discussed.

No changes on vormir except that thanos comes out of it emotionally fragile. He's more willing to die for his ambition than ever before. No more grand speeches. He's lost his daughter.

Everybody meets up in wakanda. Shuri takes vision to see if she can take the stone out of his head. Strange and Shuri talk about medical technology. Shuri says Strange is stuck on a primitive ways of thinking about the body and technology but she's willing to show him around.

Strange refuses to be parted from the time stone. Somebody suggests that he uses it to create a time loop when Thanos shows up so that they get infinite turns to try and beat him until they do. Strange says he can't lock this many people in a time loop. It's too hard logistically.

Steve, tony, and tchalla go for the perimeters to set up defensive points at intervals of a hundred meters between the city and the shield. Steve and Tony have a chat. Tony asks if their falling out was fucking worth it all just because Steve couldn't let go of a fuckin brainwashed murderer. Steve says fairly evenly that if Tony thinks a brainwashed murderer is all bucky is to Steve, then tony doesn't understand what it means to love somebody

Tony snaps his fuckin mouth shut and goes back to bitterly stewing. It's bc he doesn't know what it means to love somebody other than himself. So sad.

Thanos' army arrives. Big fight. No real changes. They're actually holding their own pretty well until Thanos comes down out of his ship. He busts the city shield and carves his way binto the building where vision was being kept, but vision and Wanda have escaped. Shuri is still there. She fights him. She loses. He's gonna kill her unless she tells him where vision went to, but she won't.

Strange busts in. He tries to fight Thanos. He can beat Thanos but he can't do it while shuri is in the way. Thanos can't take the time stone from him. Strange agrees to give him the stone but he has to let the girl go. She's a child. She's not part of all of this. Thanos agrees bc emotional fragility. He's on the verge of breaking after this encounter

Thor storms the field with all of the galaxy guardians. No moment with Capt America bc I hate him.

No changes to vision's death. Wanda burns the shit out of Thanos but she gets knocked out

Thanos has all the stones. He is battered, he is wounded, his mind is reeling and he is dead on his feet. But he cannot rest yet. He has his purpose still.

Stormbreaker crashes out of the sky. It cracks Thanos in the chest. Thor follows. He takes Thanos by the neck and pushes the blade in.

You killed my brother.

I.... didn't. He is still alive.

Thor is startled.

Thanos does the snap.

Everybody who's supposed to get snapped gets snapped.

Bad times ahead.

#internal thorki fic tag #wow its almost like you can write a better story if you center your characters' feelings toward each other in every scene #for the record i wrote this in 2 hours on my cell phone while laying in bed #i mention this so you'll forgive me if i forgot any scenes #snd also so you can get a sense that 81 writers and a billion dollars can't buy you a quality understanding for the characters #if you're wondering why there's a dearth of epic building smashing fight scenes #it's bc epic building smashing fight scenes eat up time while failing to advance the narrative

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animehun7er · 3 years ago

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TOP ECCHi ANiME TO WATCH FOR

It’s sexy time now or in anime terms, it’s ‘ecchi’ time now. After doing a list about some of the popular harem anime out there, why not compile another list, this time with popular ecchi anime. The ecchi genre has been a fan favourite for a long time. So much so that there are special fanservice episodes in anime from other genres. Though I am not an avid watcher of ecchi anime sometimes I do tend to dwell in them. If you are looking for some sexy anime the here’s a list compiled just for you. So, let’s see what are some of the top ecchi anime out ever. You can watch some of these best ecchi anime movies on Crunchyroll or YouTube. Most of these anime are erotic and hot

10. No Game No Life (2014)

‘No Game No Life’ is a fantasy, ecchi anime. It has been made bright, colourful, and is filled with fan service. I liked the premise of the movie (though it has been done before). The base theme is that you have to play high-stake games to make critical decisions. Thus, this removes all kind of action, bloodshed, and war. So, if you are into that action anime then I suggest you skip this one. Sora and Shiro are one of the best online gamers. They are siblings who are not currently pursuing any sort of education or doing any jobs. Their online game username is ‘Blank’ which has achieved a sort of legendary status. They don’t go out much and feel that the real world is nothing but a lame game.

One day they receive an e-mail which challenges them to play a match of chess. This starts their adventures in another realm where every rivalry and problem is solved by games. The ruler of this world, Disboard, is Tet, who is the God of Games. This system of settling disputes and discord via high-stake games works pretty well for one particular reason. Both the parties must wager something equal in value to the wager of the opposite party. Now, the gaming genius duo Sora and Shiro has got a reason to play games. They must unite all the races of this world to play against Tet so that they become the new God of Games.

9. Kill la Kill (2013)

‘Kill la Kill’ is an entertaining anime. There are two ways of watching this show. You can watch it as a parody of sorts and enjoy how it satirically criticizes the stereotypical anime paraphernalia. You can also watch it as a common ecchi, action anime with strong female leads and lots of funny scenes. Whichever way you choose you will end up having fun while viewing this show. Though at first, the series might feel a bit confusing and clichéd it matures gradually as the series approaches the end. Ryuuko Matoi is the protagonist of the series. Her father was an inventor. One of his inventions is a scissor-like weapon. It is the missing half of this weapon which serves as the only remaining clue of his murder that Ryuuko has.

With the remaining half of the scissor blade, she ventures out to find the killer of her father and avenge his death. Her investigation takes her to Honnouji Academy. It is a prestigious academy at the top of which is the cold and heartless Satsuki Kiryuuin, the student council president. Four people serve her and are known as the Elite Four. They have been given God Clothes by Satsuki which grants them superhuman powers. Ryuuko tries to fight one of them but looses and retreats to her home. There she finds a rare God Cloth which after coming in contact with her blood latches onto her. This gives her immense superhuman abilities.

Now, armed with power Ryuuko ventures once again to the Honnouji Academy to face Satsuki and her underlings to uncover the culprit behind her father’s murder.

8. Highschool of the Dead (2010)

The only reason I decided to include ‘Highschool of the Dead’ is that I found it quite entertaining. Mind you it is nowhere close to some great ecchi anime like ‘Shokugeki no Soma’ but it is entertaining nonetheless. It is an erotic zombie apocalypse anime with lots of fanservice. There are some steamy hot scenes in this anime. It does not plan to intrigue the viewers with a complex and interesting plot or relatable characters (though at times you can relate with some of them) but rather let them enjoy a sexy little zombie apocalypse anime. So, if you are a fan of the genre then you might enjoy it.

The plot starts with the world suddenly amid a zombie apocalypse. People start turning into the undead. The entire social structure is experiencing a great demise as humans start feeding on each other. Takashi Kimuro is the protagonist of this anime. His friend, unfortunately, turns into a zombie. Takashi takes the harsh decision and kills his friend before he can harm anyone. He promises to protect the girlfriend of his friend. As they navigate through their school campus they meet a bunch of other students and a school nurse. All of them are trying to escape this predicament. They decide to bundle up together and work as a team so that they can survive this apocalypse.

7. Sekirei (2008)

‘Sekirei’ is a popular ecchi genre anime and like lots of other anime in this genre, it too uses the supernatural theme. The series has some funny scenes and some over-the-top action sequences. The female characters, who are the centre of attraction for all ecchi anime fans, in this anime are quite pretty and sexy. They are nicely endowed and have voluptuous figures. Though it is common in these types of anime I felt that ‘Sekirei’ was somewhat misogynistic in its approach. It is one thing to make women wear skimpy and tight clothes (which is quite staple in any ecchi anime) but it is another thing to treat them as objects. This was one of the most obnoxious things about this anime. If you can get over this fact then it will become a fun little anime which you can either binge or watch an episode or two once in a while taking a break from your regular stuff.

Though Minato Sahashi is not an idiot he keeps struggling with academics. He tries hard but ends up failing the college entrance exams a second time. He and people around him lose their hope and think that Minato is a failure. But suddenly his life changes when a beautiful human-like extraterrestrial-being falls into his life (literally). Her name is Musubi. She is a Sekirei, special beings who kiss humans who possess a special gene to unhide their secret powers. Musubi brings out Minato’s hidden powers but now he is paired with her to compete against other similar pairs. What Minato doesn’t know is that there is far more danger regarding this than he thinks.

6. Yuragi-sou no Yuuna-san (2018)

Up next is another supernatural ecchi anime. If you fantasize about sexy supernatural or fantastical beings then you will enjoy ‘Yuragi-sou no Yuuna-san’. There are 12 episodes in this series and each episode is around 23 minutes long. If you have ventured into the ecchi genre after watching anime like ‘Shokugeki no Soma’ then I will suggest you not to hang around this genre much, since most anime are not remotely like it. They are filled with lots of fanservice and buxom beauties and that’s mostly about it.

Fuyuzora Kogarashi is a medium and has been troubled by spirits since his childhood. He has been possessed many times but as he grew older he became more resistant towards the spirits and can now even exorcize them with just a punch. But he is poor and in need of a cheap boarding house to stay in. He finds it quite cheap to stay at the Yuragi manor. The main reason that this Manor is cheap is that it is haunted. But having dealt with ghosts most of his life Fuyuzora has no problem with it and starts staying in the house. The other tenants of the house are beautiful and sexy females. There he meets the ghost of the girl who is haunting the house. After Fuyuzora vows to help fulfil her lingering wish, the other members of the house reveal their supernatural nature.

5. Sankarea (2012)

The next anime is an odd one. ‘Sankarea’ had one of the most unusual plots. The main character is Chihiro Furuya a boy obsessed with everything ‘zombie’. He is so into them that he even wants a zombie girlfriend. One day Chihiro’s cat Baabu dies. This makes him determined to create a resurrection potion. He finds one of the main ingredients in Rea Sanka’s, a girl who wishes to die, house. After the potion is complete Rea decides to drink it thinking that the potion will kill her. But the potion was successful and when Rea, dies in an accident she is resurrected from the dead thus, becoming a zombie. Though this situation may seem ideal for Chihiro he faces a lot of trouble to deal with Rea.

4. Mayo Chiki! (2011)

Kinjirou Sakamachi had developed gynophobia, a fear of women, thanks to his mother and sister’s wrestling obsession. One advantage did come out of this though, his body has become very resilient allowing him to even brush off bumps from vehicles. But his fear is quite abnormal so much so that even a touch from a female can make his nose bleed. He ends up discovering that Subaru Konoe, who is the butler to his headmaster’s daughter, is a female. In exchange for secrecy, she promises to cure his phobia.

3. Prison School (2015)

Hachimitsu Private Academy is a popular all-girls academy until very recently when it decided to let boys enrol. After the first enrollment process, only 5 boys are selected. This puts them in a very awkward position as they cannot converse with almost any of their classmates since they are all female and ignore them. They try to find recluse in being peeping toms. But they are caught and thrown in the school prison for one month. Will they be able to survive or will they break?

2. High School DxD (2012)

Issei Hyoudou is your everyday pervert who wants to own a harem someday. He enjoys peeping on women. One day he is asked by a girl. Unfortunately, the girl is a fallen angel who wants to kill Issei and is successful in doing so. End of story, right? Wait! Issei is then resurrected by Rias Gremory, a devil, who makes him her servant. Now, Issei must adjust to this new lifestyle and survive in the vicious world of devils and angels.

1. Shokugeki no Souma (2015)

Souma Yukihira has been working as a sous chef under his father in their family restaurant. He is quite creative in his cooking style and entertains the customers with skilful culinary creations. His dream is to one day become the head chef of the restaurant. His dream is however cut short when his father closes down the business and enrols Souma in Tootsuki Culinary Academy. Now, he needs to work hard since only 10% of the students can graduate. Will he be able to survive the academy and its famous food wars?

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hellolonelytorment · 4 years ago

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Traitor theory( warring manga spoilers)

Ok so I know I’m late getting on the band wagon for the traitor theory but this like piped in my head at like 2am so I’m writing it down. I have seen a bunch of theories bouncing around and I’m going to write my own first things first I don’t think the traitor is reporting to Shigarki I think there reporting to All for one. While that’s said I can elite the traitor with this photo

Ok so this photo is when kirishaim and todoroki revel there’s a tracker. Now the tracker plays a big part but first let me tell you who I’m remitting right of the bat.

Kirishima

We saw Kirishima backstory witch is him mostly having confidence issues but that a Problem for another day. Anyways back to the point it Doesn’t make because when would he have time to Join the villains we’re shown he debating his choice on going to U.A until he sees the video of crimson riot. If he was working with the league he would have gone to U.A very quickly because it’s his mission. He also was the one to suggest the idea of rescuing bakugo if he was sort of the rogue it would be a hug no.Hence why I don’t think it’s Kirishima.

Momo

Momo is another character who could not be a traitor. One Momo is the one who made the tracker to but on the numuo (did I spell that right?) the league mission is to capture bakugo it wouldn’t make sense for them to try a trap witch doesn’t make sense with kidnapping bakugo its also just two risky to try. Momo also told all night about the tracker witch she could have like not done at all. Second Momo was a part of the bakugo rescue squad she goes with them so I’m emitting her right of the

Midoriya/ Bakugo

I shouldn’t need to explain this he’s the main character it would make like no sense what so ever. Bakugo was kidnapped by the league and he has a very passionient goal of becoming number one he also a big part of the series so doubt he’s the traitor it would also make no sense.

Todoroki

Ahh daddy issues a point of todoroki arc along with mommy issues and now evil dead brothers.

Todoroki seems to really hate his father after everything he was put through (he has a right to) if he really wanted to get back at his father he could become a spy but it doesn’t add up with todoroki arc and we saw glimpses of his backstory witch give him a Motive but he seem like he just wants to suppress his father and he helps save all might from the nomad adding on to that he threatens the thugs on what there plan to do for all might. Why would he do that if he was a traitor? Todoroki was also let of the bakugo rescue mission witch cancels him out.

Iida

He was part of the bakugo rescue mission witch elements him as well. Iida also went after stain after hurting his brother it’s said that stain and the league were kinda working together but not really. Why would iida go after someone he supposed to be working with it doesn’t add up. Iida also has A very strong sense of right and wrong and seems to stick by that but sometimes his heart speaks kinder then his head. But I’m eliminating him.

Aoyama

He’s not the traitor. I’m gonna flat out sat that. But I do thing Aoyama has a faint idea who the traitor is. He a loner and he wasn’t in the cafeteria when the press stormed in it even go into leangth that he sits alone and eats alone. So I definitely think Aoyama who sitting and eating lunch might have got a glimpse of the traitor. So i don’t think it Aoyama but I do think he knows who the traitor is. aoyama saved Tokoyami and tried to save bakugo by blasting compress in the face. He could have by all means stayed hidden in the bush and no one would have thought he was there it would have been perfect. But instead he risked it all to save Tokoyami and bakugo so he been eliminated.

Tokoyami

He is seen in this photo and he could be a candidate for a traitor but if you have read the manga you would non about his rescue for hawks witch he got like a leg burned badly or something. So I’m crossing him off the list for that incident and also the USJ and the training camp were he lost control of dark shadow.

Mineta

Yeah no, he more used as comic relief more then anything so I doubt he would be a traitor. It also wouldn’t effect anyone.

Thirteen

She was part of the USJ attack and helped defend the kids and was All most killed by Kurogiri again if she the traitor it wouldn’t make sense for her to be almost killed or try to save the students as she did. She also would know that all might wouldn’t be there She also is a very Minor character her traitor revealed wouldn’t impact the adicance.

Aizawa

I don’t know why I have to explain this but here we go. The dude littelry almost died like he had his elbow decayed away around it and ugh. His quirk was also damaged witch makes it weaker. Like why would you try to kill your spy and damage your quirk. Also did I mention he almost died (manga spoilers he not the traitor)

Midnight

Same as thirteen she a minor character and if you have read the manga you would know she not doing to hot. Midnight also didn’t know the location of the summer camp. (Manga spoilers in recent arc she mostly kicked the bucket so yeah)

President Mic

Hes a well liked side character and it would be a twist if he was a traitor but to me it doesn’t make any sense he also doesn’t know were the summer camp was I believe. I know because he mentioned the traitor that makes him suspicious but why would he draw supisciom to himself. Also due to vigilantes and what was reviled in that I’m crossing mic out.

All might

The league what the dude dead. Why work for the people who want you dead? It makes no sense

Class 1B

None of them are the traitor I have heard the theory of monamo being the traitor but I don’t think that would be likely.

Ok so now who are possibly here’s who we eliminated so far.

Ok so know I’m going into possibilities but who most likely isn’t and how I’m going to decide this is by recent events in the manga also this photo from above.

This is the moment when the tracker is reviled to the class and what there plan is to rescue bakugo. Right off the bat who do we not see.. jirou, hakgure, Momo. We already eliminated Momo so we’ll go on to who the possibility are but not likely.

Sero/Sato/ojiro/Kuoda

I’m grouping these four together for one reason we do t really know anything about them and neither really dose the audience say any of these four were the traitor it would not be a big emotional impact on us so there all eliminated.

Uraraka

I heard a theory going around we’re uraraka could be a traitor and I honestly think it’s a possible and it would make sense.

I don’t think she the traitor for one reason her parents. Ok so here me out Uraraka whole thing is she wants to help her parents live an easy life. She becomes a hero for the money is her reasoning. And I guess you could say uraraka could be bribed with money to go on the villains side but honestly that doesn’t seem like something she would do. Her fight with toga during the training camp also made me think she couldn’t be a traitor. And maybe reasoning for uraraka are weird here but let me explain. Toga took uraraka blood. Witch is weird in my opinion. If there on the same side why would toga take her blood? Simple no reason uraraka would most likely give toga her blood if needed. So I know that’s not sound reasoning but it just stuck out to me. Agina with manga spoilers there was a sense in the manga were it was pretty much just uraraka and toga fighting no one around.

Asui

I know people think she could be the traitor but I just don’t see it. Shigarki almost killed her and if Aizawa hadn’t stop his quirk she would be a pile of ashes. Now I mentioned before that the traitor reports to all for one but not Shigarki but I do believe Shigarki has a faint idea on who the traitor is. And Audi seems to be smart enough to to know once he tried to kill her that she would back away from it.

Mina

Ok so Mina is in this photo and she knows about this tracker and she close friends with bakugo. We get to know a little bit about her through Kirishima POV when she stoops a bunch of bully’s and saves her friend from a villain. Honestly that’s the only evidence I could find on her there nothing really for or against her.

Kaminari

I personally don’t think he a traitor but there is evidence on both ways. But due to recent manga events (he’s not dead but like savoy injured) I do not think he’s the traitor and it just doesn’t make sense to me why kamianri would be the traitor though we do know very little about him so I guess it possibly but I dont think it him. He might have been the traitor and later quit being the traitor.

Hagkure

She also not in this photo. I know what your going to say she the invisible girl she could sneak around. Ok but here me out the traitor had to know about the tracker. Why? All for one was prepare for the hero’s when they attacked the warehouse and as I mentioned above the traitor report to all for one not Shigarki. Hagkure was also nocked out by mustered gas she could not have know about the tracker.

Jirou

She was also nocked out by Musters gas so she could not have know about the tracker so she couldn’t be the traitor we also see her parents who are both musicians I belive. So she in the clear

So we narrowed it down so who do we have left???

Shoji

Ok so here me out I can explain. He’s the one I think is the traitor why? Simple he already serves to be the traitor the guy who wrote bnha mentioned he had a shoji arc planed out. But that’s not enough evidence so here the evidence my sleep deprived brain gather

Makes sure he's not in detention for summer camp so he can make things run smoothly. Funnily EXACTLY in the middle of the class as far as grades, not the best and not the worst. Perfect to stay out of notice.

He wasting seen at the hot springs in this sense could be making a phone call to someone.

Ok so here where it gets tricky he was injured during the summer camp. I don’t think the league members know who the traitor is. Why? In case they get kidnapped they won’t give up the information.

So moon fish could have attacked them without looking suspicious. in regards to dark shadows when Tokoyami lost control he was just standing there until he ran into Midoriya.

Also Think about it, what else was shouji doing? He knew that he could move dark shadow with sound so why wasn't he moving darks shadow away from base camp, we can see from the map that shouji was actually moving dark shadow CLOSER to the epicentre.

Also How the fuck did he not hear Tokoyami and bakugo being kidnapped?? This guy could hear bare feet on give flours up!!

When mr compress loses Tokoyami and backugo, shouji could have grabbed both, he has multiple arms, he could have easily grabbed them both. He only grabbed Tokoyami (who wasn’t even the main focus of the mission) giving him the perfect allaby as someone that tried to save them and managed rescue someone while letting their TRUE objective be taken.Another thing Shoji room is bare in case he needs to get up at a moments notice.

Quirk

His quirk allows him heightened hearing, can easily overhear light footsteps through multiple walls and floors as show in the training exercise. This means he could easily eavesdrop on teachers and all might from rooms away.

Also what’s under his mask (maybe he’s all for ones secret love child or something and that’s why he wears a mask!!!)

My biggest evidence

This poem is where shojii got his name from its a poem and re read the lines “beware the man you think you know” sounds suspicious huh.

This is my evidence that shoji octopus dude is the UA traitor and before you say the guy who wrote my hero academia forgot the traitor I would like to say this man had literally planned out everything so no.

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mindmeltonabun-blog · 4 years ago

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Tale of The Nine Tailed: Analysis and Theories

First and foremost, I would like to give my sincerest praise to the cast and crew of Tale of The Nine Tailed ! It is simply a wonderful and very thought provoking show! I strongly recommend it to everyone!

Now, I’m going to forewarn you all that this post will be very LONG, but hey you might learn a thing or two and be able to draw your own theories and/or conclusions after reading this post! I had previously posted some of these connections/theories on my Twitter, but I figure hey why not post them on Tumblr too !

What Is An Imugi/Imoogi? What Is It’s Goal?

In Korean folklore, Imoogis are lesser dragons that look like big snakes or kind of like a basilisk from Harry Potter.

One of an Imugi/Imoogi’s main goal is obtain a “Yeouiju” or a celestial orb which allows it to become full fledged celestial dragons which can rule the skies. In the context of TOTNT, there is such a type of “Yeouiju” in the form of Lee Yeon’s fox bead. Therefore, I believe that the ultimate goal of the Imugi/Imoogi is get Lee Yeon’s fox bead.

Side note, I kind of think that the Imoogi not only wants to rule the skies, but the ground too. I wouldn't be surprised if he sought to do so by raising an army of zombies (maybe thats who Lee Yeon was seen fighting in the intro credits) !

Why be content with just ruling the skies when you can rule the entire world? Additionally, he could have further ambitions to not only rule the world, but to also rule all realms like the heavens and the Underworld.

The Imoogi is very strategic into getting what he wants. By strategic I mean that he likes to use people as leverage or use their own weaknesses against them.

Therefore, I believe what happened originally during Ah Eum’s time is that the Imoogi had possessed her body in order to get Lee Yoon to hand over his fox bead. The Imoogi knew how much Lee Yoon had loved Ah Eum and would be willing to do anything for her.

However like Voldemort, the Imoogi did not anticipate the power of love and sacrifice. Ah Eum had temporarily gained control of her body long enough to do either two things: ask Lee Yeon to kill her or run into Lee Yeon’s sword thereby killing herself. In either cases, she fulfilled her promise to Lee Yoon which was that she would always protect him.

Now jumping back to the present time, we know that original target of the Imoogi’s plan was Ji Ah. Why? Because his lame self wanted to do what he did in the past and use her again to get Lee Yeon to hand over the fox bead. However, this time around, Ji Ah had Lee Yeon’s fox bead inside of her which offered protection from full possession by the Imoogi. So then the Imoogi’s minion (tv station president) took the next best thing which was Ji Ah’s parents to be used as leverage at a later time so that Ji Ah would hand over the fox bead.

However, things have now changed because Ji A gave away the fox bead to the fortune teller to save Lee Yeon. Now I have mixed feelings about this situation. On one side, I find it romantic that she’s willing to give up anything to save Lee Yeon. On the other side of it, I’m like girl why are you so stupid?! Lee Yeon literally gave up his mountain title in order to give Ah Eum/Ji Ah that fox bead. It’s almost like Lee Yeon’s actions were met in vain. Plus, when Ji Ah said she doesn’t believe in destiny or that sort of stuff, it also got me riled up because it was a contradiction to the whole premise of her character in the first place. From the get go, the writer wrote that Ji Ah believes in the supernatural and mystical. So then why wouldn't she believe in fate and destiny?

Anyways back to more analysis. Without the protective effects of the fox bead, Ji Ah can once again be possessed by the Imoogi.

What the fox bead had done for Ji Ah was that it protected Ji Ah from the effects of the Imoogi piece aka horcrux that was inside of her. The notion that the bead had offered protective effects can be seen when Lee Yeon first gave it to her where a protective shield was erected and this was again seen in ep4 when Ji Ah cried. Also, it was confirmed when Sato said how Lee Yeon’s fox bead was meant to protect all beings, but instead Lee Yeon chose to use it to protect only one person.

The Fortune Teller’s Message

Something of particular interest is what the fortune teller told Ji Ah about the bead. He told her that even without the fox bead or moon, her life is still “blessed”. I think what the fortune teller meant by this is that even without the protective effects of the bead, her life is still “blessed” because she will always have Lee Yeon by her side to protect her.

What I think will happen next is that Lee Yeon will go back to the fortune teller to try and get his bead back. Meaning Ji Ah will probably confess to Lee Yeon later on just what exactly she gave up in order to get him back. And again the fortune teller will ask for something precious to Lee Yeon. There are a few things that are precious to Lee Yeon such as Ji Ah, Lee Rang, and Lee Yeon’s immortality. Now we know that Lee Yeon would never give up Ji Ah, so then this would bring about other two things into play: Lee Rang and Lee Yeon’s immortality. I think its more of a poetic justice if Lee Yeon trades Lee Rang in. However, I could also see Lee Yeon trading in his immortality since his dream has always been to become human. Who knows though!

Only One Will Live: Imoogi Vs Ji Ah and Lee Yeon vs Ji Ah

In Harry Potter, there was a prophecy that “for neither can live, while the other survives”. This same message is conveyed when it comes to the Imoogi & Ji Ah and Lee Yeon & Ji Ah.

We saw what had happened the first go around when the Imoogi had possessed Ah Eum. In the end, Ah Eum chose to sacrificed herself so that both the Imoogi and the piece of him inside of her would die. Thereby, she prevented the Imoogi from using her to get Lee Yeon’s fox bead. Now presently, the same situation is basically happening again. However, if Harry Potter managed to kill the piece of Voldemort in him and still survive then Ji Ah can essentially do the same. So, how you might ask? I think the solution greatly lies in getting the fox bead back in her. If Ji Ah can temporarily die in order to get rid of the Imoogi piece inside of her, then she can be revived by the protective qualities of the fox bead.

Even if Ji Ah survives against the Imoogi, it might be at the cost of losing Lee Yeon. The fortune teller even told our couple this, “If you two keep hanging out, one of you will die”. This same message is again heard in ep 7 preview when Taluipa’s husband tells Lee Yeon, “You or the girl. One must die in the end.” So can there be a situation where the Imoogi is dead and both Ji Ah and Lee Yeon are alive? Yes and it comes in the form of the Lee Rang factor.

The Lee Rang Factor

We all know that our little puppy, Lee Rang, may put up the facade that he hates his brother, but in reality, Lee Rang loves his brother a lot.

There was a clue dropped in ep.4 that hints in the end Lee Rang will be the one that saves both Lee Yeon and Ji Ah.

The hint was in Taluipa’s hand, the movie “A Better Tomorrow”. Briefly, the movie is about two brothers, Ho and Kit, who love each other a lot. However over the years, they began to develop great animosity and resentment towards each other mainly due to their differences in beliefs and professions. Ho was a criminal while Kit was an upstanding police officer. Eventually, Ho does see the error of his ways and seeks to atone for them. In the end, the two brother reconcile and Ho decides to join his brother Kit on a path of righteousness. Similar to Ho, I think Lee Rang will do the same. Lee Rang will atone for his mistakes and thus sacrifice himself to save Lee Yeon and Ji Ah.

What is Ji Ah?

Seems like everyone these days has been wondering what exactly Ji Ah is. Most people seem to think that she is part Imoogi. However, there has been a bunch of clues in the episodes that answers this question.

I believe Ah Eum/Ji Ah is Princess Bari, the first shaman goddess from Korean mythology.

Princess Bari was nicknamed the “Abandoned Princess” because she was the last and 7th daughter of a King who had no sons. Due to her gender, she did not receive any attention from her parents and was thus abandoned.

Eventually, her parents’ lives became endangered and in order to save them she had to travel to the Underworld to get the elixir of life. Such a tedious journey showed her deep commitment to the virtue of “filial piety” or one’s love and respect for one’s parents. She became a role model for many women during this time because she was willing to sacrifice herself for the very parents who had abandoned her.

As a reward for her strong adherence to filial piety, the Gods made her the first shaman goddess who’s job was to help and guide spirits.

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