#not even any leyline stones lol

[medi-melancholy]

MERRY CHRISTMAS, YA CLOWN

[hungnitan]

LB 6.5 TRAUM COMPLETE !

Overall it's good story if we compare it to Tunguska but still fell short than LB 6. I rarely read full spoiler so I thought there's something missing, it even ended with leaving a big question on my mind. But the biggest loss for me is they missed the chance to introduce more non NPC servant, well yeah many new face appear there but with these servant wars premise it should be more than that. Additionaly some scene make me deja vu with Fate Aphocrypha, Vlad as sub leader, Astolfo charging recklessly to enemies, Siegfried doing big for later only dying in unexpectly way, KonstatinosJohanna pretty similar to JeanneSieg.

And what the hell with Guda's woman only Berserker charm, it's scarier than Diarmuid one (lol)

Aside those negative, I very like its stories wave emotion, sometimes high tension while doing it with a bit comical scenes (put aside he killed Holmes, I even feels a bit sad for Moriarty to play tsukkomi alongside Kadoc lol) and at same story I almost cried twice or maybe thrice, KonstatinosJohanna AnastasiaKadoc and Holmes scene. These dynamic is the very reasons FGO still thrive eventhought they're in their 9 years which I thought hoyo storywriter still can't achieve that level even HSR which I thought very good lately still not there

What should I say maybe FGO stories feels more human / having more raw emotion than hoyo games. Well, Aventurine past reach that level but it's only him while I can feels that to most FGO playable servant

It's kind of funny that most Traum 3* 4* had more important role than 5*, I only remember Charle complaining his incomplete summon while Moriarty just playing around with Sherlock and Kadoc.

PS : Charlemagne Ryohei Kimura more into Kise than Tartaglia which is good nostalgia (lol)

Another what if CE which is pretty good choice of arts, picturing the very reason three leader started their own rebel (Kriemhield, Don Quixote Sancho and Konstantinos Johanna).

I still suprise how things ended up like Sancho almost defected, Siegfried practically betray us for last dance and Konstantinos sacrifice + reinstatement things basically is his way of love to Johanna. That's sweet but too hidden sir, I'm suprise too when Bradamante saying he's in love with Johanna, your hearts are just too sturdy like your noble phantasm (lol)

PS : remember when reinstatement down, there's explanation that only 20% soldier gone with Johanna while the rest stay with Konstantinos. These details is so impressive since reinstatement are group he made to reinstate Johanna which bore the question why those soldiers are more loyal to him. I only say "man in love is the most adoreable and strongest human being" (lol).

Funny enough I didn't use any leyline stone or even command spell here so yeah zero causality. Many side battle looks harder than actual one, like kill 10 enemies for 5 turn with Siegfried as your support. I swoop Kriemhild with Abigail and Moriarty with Jeanne Alter while most mob with Morgan so yeah those three are my Traum MVP !

[kinnoth]

Ok so I haven't decided all the details etc of this whole thing yet, but this is my lore on elvish biology/reproduction/society:

When elves want to make more elves, they go into the woods, cut a hole into a bydtree, and start whispering stories into it. This might take several hours to several years, but what you're trying to do is to "tempt the spirit of the tree into life" by telling it all the things it could be getting up to out in the world: the range of joys and depths of sorrow, the adventure and curiosity and fascination of life outside.

Elves do not have "parents" exactly. A bydtree can be tempted to life by the stories of one elf or several hundred. Elvish royalty, in fact, is only born after every elf in the realm comes to tell their tree a story, giving the people an investment in the shaping of their leadership and also making the people a literal part of their conception

The fact of the matter is, an elf does not enter the world unless they want to. There's no plucking out of the cosmos for them: they are brought into life with full consent.

This means that there are young elves (elves new to the world), but no elvish children. An elf walks out of their tree fully grown, with knowledge of the world and how it is.

A bydtree that does not want to be tempted to life will wither and die. That is unfortunate, but that is its choice.

Consequently, there are no reproductive consequences to elvish sex -- it's literally just for fun. Elves don't have sexual organs like the giants or the aesir or the vanir have sexual organs, but there are still bits that are fun to rub together.

An aside: the people most hung up on reproductive monogamy are actually the jotnar, in whose society fated pairs and only fated pairs are socially permitted to reproduce. Giants born outside of a match pair will not be born with coherent leylines and cannot possibly find their own match pair in the future. That is abomination, a perversion to fate -- punishable by death. However, sex outside of reproduction? Potentially disrespectful to one's match pair, but ultimately harmless. Angrboda, for instance, thinks it's incredibly tacky that Loki has taken and gotten so attached to his stupid aesir concubine in his absence, but at least it's not like they've produced any children. He's going to make this marriage work, so he's trying to put up with it. (Loki is very confused why anyone would think thor is his concubine lol)

On the other hand, Asgardian culture is hung up on both sexual and reproductive monogamy, but it's a moral issue and not one of life and death and fate etc. Marriages amongst the aesir can be dissolved, but within a marriage it is expected that one is faithful to one's spouse. Accidental reproduction is not possible amongst the gods, as it takes two to pull a new soul from the cosmos, but sometimes it happens that two young people get carried away, pull down a soul, and consequently have nowhere to put it. The options for that are horrifying: either the girl keeps that soul inside of her until it kills her (no body can hold two souls indefinitely, not even an aesir's) or else that soul will have to go into an unsuitable vessel incapable of sustaining life.

The horror story of the aesir unwanted pregnancy is two young people putting a cosmic soul into a stone with a nursing mouth carved into it and abandoning it in the mountains until its cries alerted a shepherd and the youths were caught and punished.

This is one of the given reasons for strict sex segregation up until marriageable -- and subsequently land inheritable -- age. (The ungiven reason is patriarchy)

/aside

Consequently to that, elves have no biological sexes. There are genders, but elvish genders do not map onto "man" and "woman", and have more to do with societal roles. "Royal" is a gender, as is "historian" and "lute-player". The stories a bydtree is told will affect the gender of its elf, but it's not an exact science.

As we recall, elvish magic is glamours, and they treat glamours as a convention like clothing. To be caught without a glamour is like being caught without pants: embarrassing and a faux pas, but ultimately more mortifying for the person doing the catching than the person being caught. One has a social obligation to be ones most beautiful self in public, because when everyone can do it, why wouldn't you?

("beautiful" comes and goes in trends like fashion)

(the aesir complain that all elves look the same because of this)

Elves who go to foreign lands follow the same social protocol. When Fandral was sent to Asgard as Alfheim's emissary, he deliberately made himself look like a male warrior (the highest valued gender in Asgardian society) and also like thor, but a little uglier (beautiful but not threateningly so)

Anyway, let's talk about Asgardian imperialism on alfheim and svartalfheim

The secret is that bydtrees are saplings of the world tree yggdrasil, and the elves are therefore part of yggdrasil itself in spirit and form. As the world tree takes many appearances depending on who is looking at it, so do its people. The light elves are blessed with a mild climate and warm summers; all of their realm is accessible to them at all times of the year. As they are tree spirits, they produce no food. They live on clean water and the light that shines through the leaves of their great mother tree, and in springtime they will make a delicate wine of the bydtree's fragrant flowers. They do not eat its fruits; they do not eat fruits.

The dark elves are not so lucky. Their planet turns in harsh cycles, and only certain parts of it are habitable certain times of the year. The dark elves follow the seasonal cycles, and they can only reproduce during the times of the year when their sparse forests are hospitable.

The thing is, the aesir are also interested in the life giving trees of the elves. When they are planted on Asgard, the land is blacker, more enriched. The bodies that can be carved of land that has been enriched by the life force of bydtree are hardy and beautiful. The fruit of the bydtree is invigorating and a bushel a week can sustain an entire cohort of aesir warriors on campaign.

Naturally, the aesir want to get their hands on these trees. Unfortunately, they only grow on alfheim and svartalfheim, and they cannot be grafted or planted from seed.

As these things tend to go, the aesir start plucking whole forests from the landscape to be brought back to asgard, one tree at a time.

Alfheim is full of elves who might put up a fight though. But Svartalfheim is blessedly empty, so the aesir start there.

Imagine the mutual surprise when the dark elves show up to find the aesir looting what the aesir thought was an empty house

Naturally, there's war. Naturally, the aesir raze the whole of Svartalfheim's forests to the ground. The gods have always been happier to destroy a thing than let anyone else have it.

Svartalfheim was not always a landscape of black ash and rubble

[writing-the-end]

LoL Chapter 41- The Forest of Memories

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

The Hangman’s Playground awaits.

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Standing before the tall, seemingly endless copse of trees, it looks like any other forest in Lairyon. It’s not quite as tall as the Evernight Forest, or bright as the Flowerfruit fields. To someone who didn’t know any better, this was a regular forest. But no one in Lairyon would dare enter this forsaken ground. Brambles grow right up to the edge of the treeline, not a single thorn cut, not a single leaf plucked. Even the most plump, ripe, delicious fruit goes unpicked among these trees. 

But the leyline they stand over, five hermits wide and pulsing with Ren’s imagination magic infused and glowing, goes directly into the Forest of Memories. All three major leylines run into the forest, but Grian noticed on their way here that a fourth one also radiated out, this time in a westernly direction. Towards the Ashioll sea. 

No time to explore the implications of that. Not after all the training, all the resource gathering they’ve done. No, there’s no more time to waste, no more preparing they can do. Today, no matter what happens, they will find out what Magistrate Dolios is hiding. 

TFC tries to psych himself up, despite every fiber in his old bones telling him not to go in. Ever since he was a boy, almost every story he was told warned him not to enter the Hangman’s Playground. The stories never quite explain what happens within these woods, but the tales of those who dare enter only got more horrifying as he got older. 

Grian, on the other hand, walks straight through the bushes and into the forest, much to the shock and horror of everyone else. He knows the stories, true and legend, he just doesn’t care. Soon after, Etho follows in, then Tango, Joe, xB, and Jevin. One by one, following after the cheerful angel, until only TFC and Mumbo are left at the forest interface. TFC places his hand on Mumbo’s back. “I wouldn’t recommend being last, with your back to the forest and all that.” 

It’s enough to get him moving, running to catch up with Xisuma. The Forest of Memories swallows the hermits whole, trees letting in only dapples of light across the ground. The smattering and ever changing light plays tricks with the hermits’ heads, flashes of things that shouldn’t be here appearing in their eyes, sounds that don’t belong in a forest playing distantly with the wind. 

They do their best to stay directly atop the red hued leyline of dark magic, Ren every so often recasting his spell to keep from losing the trail. They pass by a herd of goldhorns, grazing in a clearing alongside a wild herd of shleep. The night sky wool wisping into the air and playing in the distorted light. Zedaph almost runs off to join the shleep, were it not for Impulse holding him by the capelet. `Turuls and Anzus flit between full crowns of trees, the latter spitting water and breathing fire as it plays. 

It was a perfectly normal forest. But between every twitter, there was a scream. Behind every dappled ray of light, there was a world long gone. The Forest of Memories is sinking it’s teeth into the hermits. 

A flash of light blinds Stress, and she’s no longer in the calming, quiet forest, hiking with her fellow hermits. The sounds of birds and the breeze replaced by a low roar of voices and lush music. The snug, warm, and durable robes of her outfit is gone, rather feeling sterile, starch silk shift across her legs. She feels so exposed in the rich, beautiful dress. And when the light fades from her eyes, she’s standing in a grandiose ballroom. Her parents’ ballroom, full of people, all wearing similar dresses and suits. All wearing the same smile.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A shrill voice Stress immediately recognizes as her mother shouts. The tight bun of brown hair, the same shade as Stress’s own, leans down and hauls her skirts up. “These shoes are peasant wear! And look at your posture!”

“But mother,” Stress whimpers. 

“Don’t talk back! You are a lady, act like it!” 

“I don’t want to be a lady! It’s borin’, mother! I don’t want to use my magic to make swan sculptures,” She waves to the side, knowing that an ice waterfowl is just nearby. Of course she knows- this is her memories. “I wanna make something grand and beautiful! Something no one has ever made!”

The ball fades for a moment, like fog in the night, and her mother has been replaced by a different face. A face she knows, though is much, much younger. But his voice betrays the illusion. “Stress, stress! Snap out of it!”

Mumbo’s face regains his mustache, matching the grownup voice of her fellow nobleman, and something cold, smooth is pressed into her hand. The talisman fights away the illusion, until the mist has dissolved in the summer sun and her true family stands before her again. Twenty something concerned faces, BDubs and Iskall helping her stay standing. “I...I was back in Milliara, in ma family’s manor.” 

Xisuma shakes his head. “You were here the whole time. It must be the forest. It’s like what Queen Erlea mentioned, the forest uses our mind against us.” 

“Such a peaceful forest,” Cleo whispers. “Yet it harbors such dangerous magic.” 

“It felt so real. I knew it was a memory, but in the moment….” Stress shakes her head. “In the moment, I was trapped as a lady again.”

She runs her fingers over the talisman, then pulls it over her head. With the help of her friends, her true family, she regains her step and they move forward. But every shimmer in sunlight, Stress’s fears only grow. 

The forest isn’t after her. Xisuma is always the logical one. He’s deduced that the forest seems to play off people’s memories, latching onto their emotions. The ghost in Addows mentioned that she only thought happy thoughts, and the Forest didn’t have control over her. So Xisuma thinks happy thoughts as well, simple and to the point. He thinks of his fellow hermits, building his beloved tower. 

He built his observation tower with Ex. And just like that, the forest has found his weak spot.  He’s not standing among the trees, but rather in front of his observation tower. And only one other person was with him. Standing, hackles raised, was his brother. 

Ex’s white hair was luminescent in the sunshine of the Ashioll sea, red cloak discarded and tucked beside the wall of fresh, unweathered, and unblemished stone. No burn marks from Tango or Impulse, or mismatched windows after Grian would throw a rock just a bit too large. No, there were only two people on Eremita. 

Not anymore. “We can’t let any random person on our island! We hardly know anything about this poet guy, he could be working for the Council!” Ex waves his hand in the general direction, where their newcomer is tapping the end of his quill against his chin. Leaving an ink stain. “This is a place to hide, for us to be free, brother. You’re too trustworthy!”

“And you’re a coward!” X’s voice rises over his mask, forged by his brother to protect him from the sunlight. “You’ve blinded yourself with your own light, and you can’t see that we’d be stronger, safer with more. We can’t be a guild with just two brothers.”

“I never wanted to be a guild.” Ex surges till the twins are nose to nose, the supernova mage’s eyes burning with the heat of a thousand stars. Xisuma’s are as dark as night. “I just wanted somewhere for us to be free, aren’t I all you need?” 

The words fall from X’s mouths, stinging as he says them this time around. He should’ve never said them, but now he’s being forced to relive this horrible moment all over again. “I don’t need you, I never needed you!” 

Xisuma finds himself on the ground, his mask knocked loose. But the sunlight wasn’t the only thing burning his eyes. Blood falls across his face, perpendicular slashes oozing red ochre, and the same dripping from the end of his brother’s staff. 

In his foolishness, blinded by the sunlight, by his brother, Xisuma fights back. He summons his magic, and hurls twin lashes of void at his brother. Knocking him over, grasping against the frozen burns across his own face. Xisuma stumbles to find his mask, ignoring the blood. “An eye for an eye. You aren’t my brother.” 

The pain feels real, the sensation of the blood running down his face, the scent of ozone in the air feels real. But Xisuma remembers that day clearly- the worst day of his life. The day he lost his brother. And he knows he wasn’t crying. 

It’s not real. Xisuma reaches up, and feels the wet stain. It doesn’t coagulate like blood, the tears that run from beneath his mask. It’s an illusion, Xisuma.

Logic is Xisuma’s strength. He wasn’t logical that day, but he is now. And he cries, for the loss of his brother, his best friend. He focuses in on those teas, something the forest can’t hide from him. He closes his eyes, feeling the guilt and sorrow. Wishing he wasn’t so cowardly to reach out and make amends. 

Distantly, he feels someone touching his arm, his hand. But it doesn’t feel like his body. A cool metal band slips around a finger, and he can finally find his way out of the illusion.

When he opens his eyes, he’s in the forest again, the illusion shattering and sparkling like starlight in the sun. Like the tiny stars his brother used to make when they were boys. Xisuma jumps out of his skin when a hand lays on his arm, feeling all too real. Joe stood next to him, other hand retreating from the moodring on Xisuma’s finger. The first newcomer to the island. He offers peace, but Xisuma can’t find it within himself. 

The forest is in his head, twisting his memories and reminding him of all his wrongs. Turning his mind against him. He can only focus on walking, follow the line of hermits before him. Wishing for the horrible thoughts to end. And wishing for his brother to be at his side. 

Xisuma isn’t the only one who lost his family. But at least his is alive. Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango tried to steel themselves in preparation of what they knew the Forest of Memories would bring up. They thought they were prepared, able to fight off the Hangman’s Playground. Both physically and mentally. Even Zed thought he’d be able to shepherd away the intrusive thoughts.

The forest is smart, however. And it goes for him before the others. Zedaph feels the heat against his face, and closes his eyes. He will not see that night. Zedaph hears the screams, of his own guild dying around him, and he hums to himself. He will not hear that night. He tries to block it out, to block out the forest, to refuse it access into his head to hurt him further. 

“Go, Zed!” The voice is so crisp, so real, it’s not just an echo of a memory. He can’t help but look up, searching for his guildleader. 

And he sees scicraft burning. He watches as the fire hurls across the sky, and ash coats the massacre in a fine layer of dust. But he realizes, experiencing this night all over again, that it’s not just ash dancing in the air. Mixed with the burning embers are the fragmented pieces of husks- those attacking the guild. Husks before he even knew dark magic existed. 

Zedaph collapses to his knees, alerting the other hermits to his vision. Impulse falls victim next, his face red as the sensation of burning is played through his head. As, in his illusion, he’s running through the fire. Calling out for the other guild members, even though he knows there’s no hope. He’s trapped in the past, forced to relive the day he lost his family. Until all he had left was Zed, Tango, and a memory. 

Tango rushes to try and retrieve a potion, liquid happiness that was brewed to perfection by Stress. He digs his hand through the bag of supplies, until his fingers close around...fabric. Tango retreats his hand, no longer digging through his backpack, but rather digging through the ashen remains of his guild. He’s holding a torn, burnt cape, stained in blood. 

In one fell swoop and one horrible shared memory, all of Team ZIT is in the clutches of the forest. It plays with their mind, their memories. Turn them on themselves, blaming themselves for the loss. Survivor’s guilt. The other hermits try to snap them out of it, placing talismans on them and forcing potions across their lips. 

It’s not until Doc takes control of Zed, and uses his friend’s magic to dispel the thoughts are they able to get ZIT in any state of relief. Doc feels horrible, but it was a necessary evil. The ZIT trio hold each other close, the thoughts lingering like mist in the morning, whispers of the forest still controlling them. 

Doc looks at the others, their faces worn thin. The sight of their friends, their family struggling has weakened them as well. The Forest of Memories will claim them all if they don’t hurry. Queen Erlea was right- no amount of preparation could prepare them for this. Doc nods his head at the bright red leyline. “The longer we’re in here, the more Hangman’s Playground will toy with us. Let’s keep moving.”

[horrible-monstrosity]

the triggering continues................

Throughout episodes 5 and 6 the show acts like it's setting up some deconstruction-reconstruction thing regarding the place of witches in the modern day... buuuuut they can't quite make it work.

The main problem is that they haven't actually developed the magical part of the setting that well or deeply yet, especially how it fits in to the world outside the school. (Again it still fucking bothers me that magic doesn't work outside of the school and it hasn't been properly explained how you're ever supposed to get around this; that alone you'd think would disqualify any reason for it to be considered useful...) The magic system just seems to be pretty boilerplate with a little "quirky"-ness tacked onto it. The only really interesting thing I think we've seen is the ley line bus stop sign, which actually told us a bit about the world and magic system, that witches could ride these leylines on their brooms to somehow ease travel (given the sorcerer's stone thing, perhaps to save energy or serve as an alternative source of energy) and that it was like public transport to them. ... buuuuut then this was only seen briefly in episode one and promptly never brought up again. Why not have the kids ride the ley lines a bit in the Twilight episode once they escaped? Better yet, this one little detail destroys the ability of the setting to pass itself off as just le 100% generic magic witches school setting that might have been able to get away with minimal worldbuilding and just rely on "it's exactly what you expect, don't worry about it". Which would actually have been the setting you'd want to use for this if you're saying the silly frivolous idealized fantasy trope-world most people know and think of is outdated and flimsy. But now I find myself wondering about the details of this magic world, the exact culture and development and frame of mind that would have led to that sign... all of which would affect how it holds up to modern day tech.

Without that developed we can't really see how useful or useless or how out of date magic is supposed to be, so we just have to take characters' word for it... and that's basically what we've done. And then since there's no details to the magic, no one can say what it's actually good for so the only counterpoint we can have is Akko being so enthusiastic and shiny-eyed that her opponents just look at her and melt.

On the other hand, I find myself wondering why no one in the magic community has tried to modernize magic in even the slightest way. If there's some staunch traditionalists in places of power, that would explain why nothing's ever been changed, but not why no one's ever tried. You'd expect clashes of ideals. Especially given Akko is such a confrontational character- it would fit perfectly for her to end up having it out with some stuffy teacher over how magic is treated in the modern age.

Even weirder, Chariot's magic has been called "old-fashioned" before, even though it seems more flashy or modern compared to the staid structured no-nonsense magic the school teaches.

It also hurts the setup that we don't know how advanced technology is in this world that it can entirely replace magic. how technology is the technology that magic is *entirely* replaced? Even today, things like medicine and surgery aren't entirely perfect and have all sorts of risks and side effects. Technology- or rather, the energy used to power it- has costs like pollution. You'd think being able to magic someone well or power things with sorcerer stones or whatever would still be desirable as an alternative or at least a companion to modern tech. But all we get is dragon guy's comedical millions of screens with le funny graph things on them.

oh and then the episode right after this kills the entire thing by mentioning witches doing useful stuff with their magic like investigating crime scenes an shiet... so fuck that i guesssffff................

So the more I think about it, the less I understand what the point of Lotte and Sushi's characters even is. Like, we understand Akko, but why are the other two here? Sushi's just there for mushrooms and doesn't give a fuck about classes, okay, but how much does she know about witching to begin with? Is she experienced or does she just only give a fuck about her one area of interest and just ignores everything else? The other students seem to be basically novices, is she older than them or something? I just don't get her... thing. What is she?

And Lottie, just... why is she with these cunts? She's not particularly, like, trying to be the voice of reason for them, going after them when they start shit because she knows she's the only one who even has a chance of keeping them in line. She just... continues to exist in their general area. The twilight episode (gaggg) show she has her vices, but it doesn't take her anywhere near enough to the other two to be a "not so above it all" thing. She doesn't steal pies, she doesn't fucking straight up try to fucking kill people... Her only "crime" is being late to the entrance ceremony because she was in the general vicinity of the others. Even if that gets her saddled with the other two, just looking at them you'd think she'd be out of there on good behavior in no time. Or she'd get directly pulled into their bullshit and be blamed along with them more often, but she's kind of just... there when they fuck shit up.

So the Stick Rod and the arch gate thing are both tied to the Big Dipper/Ursa Major... I'm not quite sure why. It's not really a significant constellation you'd expect to be tied to any magical power, like, say... the Pleiades, maybe? cause, you know, gainax did a pleiades anime, an we wuz gainax n shieeeeetttttt It's occurred to me that the teacher's name was probably Ursula even back in the original (and I can't really be bothered to check) and so the "seven stars" was probably always the big dipper... but, like, I'm sticking to my guns here. It really feels like Trigger wanted to drag Houkago no Pleiades into their little incestuous cycle of small reference circles and endless self-backpatting, but they either were stopped because unlike Gurren Lagann (which was done right before they split off and I think had a lot of the same staff members) they really had fucking nothing to do with it (the shorts would have been made before the split but I don't know how much staff overlap there actually was), or they thought better of it... but not better enough to stop them from doing an erzats version instead of actually coming up with something original. So they swapped out the Pleiades for a different seven-star constellation (because they were really attached to the number, I guess?...), except they couldn't find one with anywhere near the level of lore and actual meaningful-ness (because that's just so hard) so they just... this. Come to think of it, I said before that Sushi is like a shit version of Nanako, and Pleiades has sort of a witch-like motif with the car broomsticks... hmmmmmmmmm.

If they wanted to stick with the Big Dipper, they could have done something cute like use a bunch of constellations that're well known to children and make it kind of cutesy and nostalgic. So say the stick has the little dipper on it because it's the "child" of the arch thing which has the big dipper, the school has some other constellation or stellar object as its main motif (instead of a... triskelion? why the fuck is it that? I can get the crescent moon they use for some of it but why is the triskelion also a thing?)

...... Anyway episode 5: i like how this readaptation of the ova plot just has some lizards randomly fucking came up and took the fucking stone... guess we don't really need any protection on the most important thing to the school or anything....... oh and then the teachers fuckijg punish akko and redhair for ALERTING THEM TO THE FUCKING THEFT OF THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO THE FUCKING ACADEMY BECAUSE THEY BRIEFLY STOPPED CLEANING TO DO IT... why is everyone in this universe just full-on turbo-cunt? also there's no backup systems at all? fucking nice

... the moon has the fucking trigger star on it? just like flatly pasted on. it's not like the moon is a sphere or anything. also why is it there? evangelion pandering? ... Come to think of it, for all the wanking Trigger does over its own works and anything from Gainax they can vaguely call their's, they've never really touched Eva even though it's a fucking cultural juggernaut. Well, there's a girl in Franxx who looks like an Asuka clone, but she doesn't seem to have the same personality at all (the first episode will probably be out by the time I post this but rest assured I won't be watching it any time soon..... gotta let that succ juice marinate)

episode 6: every second of akko's live is succ because she sucks at everything and fuck her, we get it already. something about this is just cringy and depressing to watch... this is the first time these girls have ever seen a male of the human species before

ep 7: akko is too braindead from trying to open a window all night and not sleeping to exams and if she fails she gets kicked out of the school and she's too shit fucking do anything right, we get it already urrrrrrrrhghg lol how'd she get a b minus for literally not flying at all. I... guess it's nice to see her getting a fucking break for trying for once, but still, what? and then akko fucking kills a professor and drops them down the sink. lol rip