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sphnyspinspin · 4 months ago

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TRANSFORMERS SHARPCLAW FAN-HEADCANNON/THEORY???

Does this post automatically count as evidence towards me having a non-casual hyperfixation on this specific character?

Have you guys noticed how in this specific 2019 Transformers IDW comic panel—Sharpclaw looks a lot more like a canine than a feline? The Wiki certainly noticed.

And how in the post from Nick Roche’s twitter has a Sharpclaw design that has a bit of a canine-vibe—in my opinion—just based off of the big nose and more dog-like tail.

There’s no doubt that Sharpclaw is meant to be more of a ferocious feline kinda character. I mean, just look at her Last Bot Standing design. She’s radiating the cat motifs like a champ!

So here’s what I’m proposing…

SHARPCLAW = WEREWOLF✨

Just imagine it… Sometimes she’s a Cat-Con. Sometimes she’s a Wolf-Con. Is it the other way around? Nobody knows. Not even her. She’s had this ability for as long as she can remember.

It would honestly tie in with the themes her relationships with her brothers represent. Her brothers being Steeljaw and, by extension, Phantomjaw.

STEELJAW = SILVER TONGUE (get it, cause steel is kinda like silver and a jaw can be related to a tongue)

PHANTOMJAW = GHOST (this is pretty obvious)

And you know, in the Last Bot Standing comics…

⚠️‼️[>>SPOILERS<<]‼️⚠️

…Steeljaw kills Sharpclaw. By shooting her. With a gun/blaster. And, I don’t know if you know this, but according to a few tall-tales: a werewolf can be killed by silver bullets. Or just silver in general, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN—

And, and, and, guess what? Ghosts, or phantoms, can be trapped in silver mirrors (I learned that from gravity falls hehehe). Actually I think it works for all mirrors in general. Though my point still stands!

I think this parallel is even more supported by the fact that Phantomjaw is literally just a re-colored Steeljaw. You know… kind of like a REFLECTION! Someone he can see himself in? Someone he “cares” so much about, the TFWiki makes a point to link his name, and give him the brother title up-front and center???

Honestly, this stuff just writes itself.

Okay, so, back to Sharpclaw. Sharpclaw being a werewolf. And how it wouldn’t be totally nonsensical.

I mean, she has a brother, Steeljaw, who steals (hehe I love a good play on words) the livelihoods of other mechs so he can manipulate them into doing his dirty work. Kind of like stealing their SOULS!

Then there’s Phantomjaw, who works as a Decepticon spy, whose job it is to literally ghost those around him to maintain a facade. And to maybe even HAUNT those who he targets, as a means to gain the upper hand in combat.

So what does that mean for Sharpclaw? Going by her name, and TFWiki article, the first thing we can conclude about her is that… she has sharp claws. Nice.

Buuuut, it also means she’s sharp-minded. Specifically—

“…the ever-acerbic Sharpclaw..”

—to be exact.

Also, a small detail in Last Bot Standing, Sharpclaw says something to a… really out-of-it Rodimus that really caught my eye.

“…Calm yourself, friend. Try to relax…”

…Are you kidding me? Friend?? FRIEND!!? That’s a very sociable thing to do Sharpclaw. Not to mention, the first syllable of your name being synonymous with intelligent. Do you know what else can be described as sociable and intelligent?

RED WOLVES!!

(just fyi I’ve already headcannoned Steeljaw as a Gray Wolf and Phantomjaw as an Arctic Wolf)

Just a short synopsis—Grey wolves are usually associated with teamwork, community, power, loyalty and gaurdianship.

While Arctic wolves can be represented with intuition and spirituality, and are just really close to Grey wolves genetically speaking. (also in Phantomjaw’s TFWiki he’s working with the White Order in the Precursor World, so I think it’s safe to assume he can be considered a White wolf—which is another term used for Arctic wolf just so you know)

Then there are Red wolves, who can symbolize harmony, balance, and sustainability.

She was the one to suggest the notion of sharing to Steeljaw for all of five seconds. And the one to try and convince Steeljaw to not destroy a whole planet that has organic life on it.

Aside from my annoying side tangent about wolf symbolisms and stuff, I really am impressed with the kind of character motifs these guys have. Further supporting my theory/headcannon from a mythically-supernatural point of view.

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I was honestly preparing myself to go into this tangent completely blind and just leave it at SHARPCLAW = WEREWOLF✨—but I just kept finding more and more connections to that original statement that’s seriously making believe in it even more. It’s kinda scary how delectable this is.

It’s also supported by the fact that it’s SPOOKY MONTH! And I’m typing this out during the spookiest season ever! I’m legally obligated to make spooky theories about spooky characters.

Yes… it’s all coming together, hehehehehe…

#sphny speaks (𖦹<𖦹)•*°⊹#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers idw #last bot standing #transformers rid2015 #tf sharp claw #tf sharpclaw #tf steeljaw #tf phantomjaw #reference #PLEASE TELL ME YALL SEE THE VISION #PLEEEEEASE

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sterlinggalaxy13 · 1 year ago

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#kirito kirigaya #Sword Art Online #phantom bullet spoilers #manga #sword art online phantom bullet

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luimagines · 10 months ago

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Hello Pinky I hope you missed me and my Lynel Farm!

I got an idea which would be hilarious! Reader is a Link! But not any Link no they are Wild and the Link from TotK! And they are a MENACE! Why?

Well, Reader can use glitches like Bullet-Time Bounce or clipping or Wacko-Boingo. They also wear the Tunic of Wild. But they came after TotK to the game and they can duplicate everything! And everything is maxed out of capacity they can't carry a single drop more. Their Purah Pad is about to explode! But then just imagine their meeting.

Legend: „Seriously does anyone know where the fuck we are?!“

Wind: „It looks like a forest.“

Reader used BTB and yeeted themself above the group with their shield on their feet just to shield surf the hill down with speed.

Sky: „What was that?“

„I want that too!!“ with that Wild shield surfed the hill down too.

Twilight: „I will go and get him...“

But the whole group follows as Reader is obviously someone who knows where to go. But as they see Wild and Reader standing there face to face. They are just stunned. They look the same! But Reader is missing an arm and has a mechanical arm instead. But these two seem to get along. This is how they learned that Reader is Wild practically but instead of doing all the Beast, gathering memories and the shrines to pull the sword. They instantly went after Ganon. They fought in their underwear and some Weapons they found on their way and sticks against the Calamity. They don't even know what a Master Sword is! They did the shrines after the Calamity.

But even if they are so bubbly and well wild. They don't talk about their journey and to Twilight. They felt betrayed by him. They needed him as they woke up in a shrine without any orientation or knowledge where they are and what happened. They just needed Wolfie by their side and to help them with their upcoming panic attack. They also don't trust the Chain immediately. They could be Yiga or puppets, sorry for Spoilers, like the Zelda which they chased after in the present. And if someone asks about their journey they only tell the stories of The Hero of Wild not the Hero of Ruins, who they are now. They turn cold and say with an icy tone „It's not your business!“

But Four should never see their weapons or he gets a heart attack. They got so many cursed weapons. But Reader is also freaking strong! Lifting a claymore is hard enough but a claymore fused with another claymore, that's heavy! They fused two Biggoron Swords together or two Dusk Claymores. They also hear the poes in the Depths and that's how they got the weapons. Thanks to the talking statues.

Reader also talks more to their horse and this one isn't small! Even Ganondorf's stallion is smaller than that. It's a giant white stallion and it stomps on everything that comes across their way! With the beautiful name "Thunder" because this thing has loud stomps! But since it's so tall it also takes great maintenance and that's Reader's therapy. When they take care of their giant, they don't feel the phantom pain of losing their arm or hear the whispers of the dead. Just the snorts of their horse and the brush. They also sleep with their horse but mostly on fields or caves as forests can have Evermeans and they want to sleep one time without an ambush from everything that wants their death!

Wild and Wild obviously are all around their giant horse. Four is all about their Lynel Sword collection, swords fused with lynel horns. Twilight tries to mend the bridge while they both are carrying about their horses. Legend and Hyrule ask about the sages and their abilities. Warriors and Time tries to get them comfortable enough so they share their journey. Sky teaches them about the Master Sword but they turn off as soon as he begins with Hylia. They are an atheist they don't believe in her.

The rings from Rauru as they lost their arm are built into the artificial arm as the sages gave them an oath of loyalty.

I feel like I understood about 50% of this because I know so little about Totk.

I know about the arm of course and the the cursed weapons! XD

Four would absolutely lose his mind about them. He freaked out when Wild broke his sword on a rock- just wait until that Reader attached a rock to their sword.

I don't know if they would even know who Wolfie is. If he was never there for them since BotW, then would they even know that Wolfie was someone who would have had to there anyway?

So it would be more like-

Wild: Wolfie was a great help to me when I needed him most the first time around. Reader: ...Who? Wild: The wolf... the wolf that followed me- us- you (?) around? Reader:.... Nope. I don't have a clue who you're talking about.

And another note, I do think that they wouldn't trust the chain off the bat though. You're right. They could be yiga in disguise. A new threat to the the land or to Zelda. There's just something off about them that Reader wouldn't have been able to tell what it was.

Especially since they might not even have all their memories anyway. If they did the shrines after Ganon, then who's to say they would have bothered with doing them all anyway? They coudl have just checked out a few, got bored and left it at that.

They might not have any of their memories and are perfectly fine that way.

#pinky replies #totk! reader #anon headcanons

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sunniedesi · 4 months ago

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Future Diary x Detective Akechi Crossover TL

Before anything, I want to thank @syrpai for providing screenshots and information about this crossover after my first post regarding the subject (seriously, you're the goat). I was correct about this story not being in the original manga, though I made the glaring mistake of assuming Shonen Ace didn't digitalize their releases. Turns out they do! And this crossover was featured on their March 2018 issue:

So in conclusion: the crossover between Future Diary, Detective Akechi and Esuno's other works was made after ending volume 2 of Detective Akechi, to commemorate its release, and it was featured directly on Shonen Ace's next issue. With this in mind, I'll leave you with the TL.

Though first, I have to share some important context to understand the story: "Detective Akechi is Berserk" follows the story of Mayumi, a high-school girl who is being possessed by the spirit of acclaimed detective Akechi Kogorou to solve mysterious crimes involving "phantoms," who are criminals from a gang that Akechi is pursuing. The end of volume 2 (the volume that precedes the Future Diary crossover) introduces a new character named Grimoire, a kid and member of the phantoms who lost her dad to a murderer, and later lost her mother to an illness while walking with her in a mall. Grimoire lost consciousness during this tragic event, so her mother got taken away from the scene before she could say her last goodbye. Grimoire used to roam the mall, searching for the place where her mother passed away, until Mayumi helped her find the spot, thinking that Grimoire was nothing more than a lost child. From this point on, her and Mayumi became acquainted, though Akechi doesn't seem too fond of Grimoire... (Mini-spoiler: we also learn at the end of volume 2 that Detective Akechi was likely the one who killed her dad, meaning Akechi is probably more of a villain than a hero). Btw Grimoire is a girl but people refer to her as a boy because she looks more boyish.

The eeeeend!

A few things to note before ending this post:

The quality of page 2 is a little wonky because I accidentally did the cleaning for that image on a version that was a lower resolution, and since I had to redraw a great portion of it in order to clean it... I didn't wanna redo it (sorry!).

The ending here is certainly a bit... confusing. Considering Esuno's three magical girls are, well, magical, it makes sense that they'd dodge bullets with ease. So I guess that explains that part of the ending. Everything else is left a bit more open-ended, which isn't too surprising considering this is probably more of a gag story than something to take as canon. Still, my favorite chapter of Detective Akechi lol.

I know that the majority of people reading this have not read Detective Akechi, so sorry if me dissing this series comes out of left field. I'm not planning on reviewing it, because to be quite frank, I don't think I totally understand the plot lol. So, instead, I'll leave you with my personal thoughts: It's just... incredibly bizarre, and the fan service didn't help. I originally stopped reading after volume 2 because of a particularly distasteful scene where Akechi possessed Mayumi to assault another girl (because he's a huge creep btw), and essentially assaulted both of them in the process, which is just... I think my brain genuinely tapped out after reading that, like how the hell do you come up with that? I decided to read over the series again to write this post, and it just gets weirder and weirder. Including, but not limited to, Mayumi having an Eiji and Sena moment with her brother (iykyk). Out of complete nowhere too. As I mentioned in my previous post, I generally don't have an issue with nsfw topics in stories, in fact, some of my favorite stories do cover nsfw and unhinged plots. As long as it's done with a purpose and isn't mind-numbingly dumb, I don't necessarily mind. Detective Akechi though is just weird, horny, and weirdly horny in ways that detract from the story. This is a personal opinion of mine, but I think it's quite funny that Esuno's favorite topic to write about, which is supernatural detectives, isn't exactly his forte. Something about the Future Diary formula, which probably wasn't intentional, managed to combine his bizarre plot points with the broken psychology of his characters in a way that just worked, though he unfortunately hasn't been able to recreate it since :/

#future diary #mirai nikki #the future diary #sakae esuno #yuno gasai #manga #manga translation #detective akechi #detective akechi is berserk!

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andthekitchensinkao3 · 14 days ago

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WiP Wednesday Jan 22 2025

Thank you for the tags @lokimobius @elodiah @mercars-musings @kcscribbler and @distracteddream

You know how I go on and on about my bullet point drafts? You're gonna get not one, but two eyefuls, because yes, I'm writing two fics at once. And all the chapters start with bullet points that are more or less elaborate.

The World's Fair Hotel - Loki and Mobius go on a daring field op to save Victor Timely from becoming a victim of H H Holmes and his Murder Castle.

Stories Told and Forgotten - Dragon Age: Veilguard fix-it fic featuring a disaster trans elf Rook in a world where people get hurt, conflict exists, and nothing can be taken for granted

Under the cut, in case you don't want spoilers for the fics. 💚🧡💜💚🖤

First, from the next chapter of The World's Fair Hotel, my Lokius horror fic:

They go downstairs, B-15 helping Loki stay on his feet. He keeps wheezing, coughing, trouble breathing. Difficult to stay upright when pain wracks his body.

Emeline is wary of the second floor, reiterating ‘ghosts’. She knows the way to the basement, she says, but… They’ll have to go down through the stockroom, and Mr Holmes often retreats there after… She touches her bump’d head, wincing.

B-15: “There has to be another way. Can we try getting to the lobby stairs?”

Loki grows worse. Every step is excruciating. He needs to rest, but they can’t rest.

“We can’t… trust the layout. There’s a set of stairs right here, we have to… *eyes roll back, what does that feel like? Cold face, and somehow hot at the same time. Field of vision closing in* “I have to f-- I…”

B-15 helps ease him onto the floor, tells him to stay put. She’ll scout ahead with Emeline.

And next, from Stories Told and Forgotten, the Veilguard fix-it fic. A quiet moment between Rook and his mentor/best buddy/found family, Varric, after fighting the dragon in Minrathous:

Basically Varric checking in after that Whole Thing

Rook’s shook, but Dealing With It (™)

“How’s Emmrich doing?”

“He’s okay. He’s…” Irrational phantom pangs of pain. Welling up. “He’ll be okay.”

“It’s hard, watching people we care about going through rough patches.”

Shaky. “Yeah.”

“I heard he swept in and saved your scrappy ass, too.”

Ducks head. “Yeah… You should’ve seen him. I’ve never seen anyone command a cacophony of corpses with such ease. Like a conductor leading the orchestra…”

“...a ‘cacophony,’ huh?” Eyebrow. Pursed lips. “That’s a new one.”

“You’ve never heard several dozen undead chatter at once.”

“...thank the Maker for that.”

taggin everybody! But no pressure, as always :3

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marvelmusing · 2 years ago

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Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Two

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Settling into the Sanctuary, an old house fashioned into a safe place by the General, you find yourself recruited by the man himself to free some of your fellow Grisha.

Warnings: canon level violence, death and blood, limited season two spoilers.

My Masterlist • Series Masterlist

Life almost feels normal again.

The Sanctuary is an old country house, with peeling wallpaper and worn-out furniture, long abandoned by whatever nobles of the past had been inhabiting it. Every day, the halls are slowly being filled with Grisha as the General regularly takes small groups out to liberate your people from the First Army camps.

Durasts aren’t typically involved in field work, especially not for a mission that is combat orientated, so you are often left in the workshop not far from the General’s own rooms. Mostly, you keep your head down, beginning work on a treatment for the effects of merzost that have been ailing the General.

Genya had shared her concerns for him with you, telling you she struggled to heal the scars on his face, or the fragment of the stag embedded in his hand. A young Alkemi, Vladim, had joined you a few days ago and the General had asked for him to work on a remedy, although his results so far have all been temporary.

Yesterday, the tidemaker that had been accompanying the General for the majority of these rescue missions, Fruzsi, had been injured. A bullet wound to the leg that had been healed incorrectly during the journey back by an unexperienced heartrender. Once they arrived back at the Sanctuary, she had received the proper medical attention, but she could not assist the General in the field for the next week.

At lunch today, you had heard several Grisha speculating over who would be joining the General on his trip this afternoon to a camp along the riverside over an hour away from the Sanctuary. Which is why you’re confused when the doors to the workshop open, revealing the General who strides towards your desk purposely.

“Can I help you, moi soverenyi?” you ask him.

He says your name smoothly, a quick glance over the notes you had been writing before his gaze runs up towards your face. Then he nods.

“You are to accompany me this afternoon.”

Setting down your pen, you nod slowly, not meeting his gaze as you ask,

“Alongside?”

He waits until you lift your eyes to his before he responds,

“Just us.”

That makes you hesitate.

“Are you certain? I haven’t seen official combat.”

The corner of his mouth curls slightly, as if he has found something amusing, and you straighten yourself. He links his hands together in front of himself, rolling his shoulder slightly as he looks down, and the shadows around you ripple.

“You are forgetting my nichevo’ya.”

“Of course not, sir. I only mean to say that, not many would rely on a durast as their counterpart for a mission such as this.”

He regards you for a long moment, tilting his head in a manner that has you feeling as though he intends to study you.

“The camp we are travelling to is only small.” There is a pause before he adds, “And you are no ordinary durast.”

Leaning back on the balls of his feet, the General looks towards the windows reveal a clear view of the foggy grounds surrounding the Sanctuary, meaning he doesn’t see the frown on your face in response to his words.

As he steps backwards, a half-smile tugs at his lips.

“Besides, you’ve proven yourself more than capable of self-defence.”

His words remind you of the moment he had arrived to free the Grisha in the camp that held you, only to find you had freed yourself and many others before taking on the First Army soldiers, picking them off one by one.

Some nights you wake with a jolt, phantom wire pulled tight against your throat in your dreams, and you sit up in bed gasping for breath as you push away thoughts of jeering soldiers and your friends being thrown into the Fold.

As those memories return to you now, you shake yourself, raising your chin towards the General as you ask,

“When do we leave?”

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The plan is simple enough.

While the General engages with the First Army soldiers, you slip unnoticed over to the cells holding your fellow Grisha captive. Unlocking cages and unclasping shackles becomes instinct, a familiar synchronisation of your hands and your power.

With each person you free, you give them the same instructions. Any healers are to tend to the wounded at the meeting point you had agreed upon with the General. The crack of the Cut in the distance reassures you that he’s still fighting as you unlock the last set of shackles.

Searching through the rest of the camp, you grab a few bundles that contain food and first aid supplies, fright halting your actions every time a shot rings out.

As you head towards the meeting point, your eyes scour over the people tucked carefully behind the bushes, searching for a head of dark hair and a black kefta to match. He isn’t here.

“Where’s the General?” you ask.

Met with frowns of recollection and contradicting stories of his last sighting, worry stirs within you. Something doesn’t feel right. He should have disposed of the soldiers quick enough to have returned to you long before now.

“Wait here. If I’m not back within the hour, head north, the horses will take you back to the Sanctuary.”

Carefully, you make your way through the almost silent camp. Following the sound of fighting, you peer out from the side of a tent, just in time to see the General take a punch to the face that makes you wince. The scars on his face are newly healed, you can’t imagine how much pain he must be in from a single punch.

There’s four soldiers, though the General seems to be holding his own despite being outnumbered. A billowing plume of shadow curls around the feet of one of the soldiers, but the General’s nichevo’ya appear to be resisting his call.

From the pain wracked expression on his face, you realise that his body is resisting the request for more merzost. He might have the capability for more power, but his current pain level isn’t allowing him to summon it. With a frustrated cry, he slices one of the men in half with the Cut.

As you step out from your hiding spot, clasping your hands together to join the fight, someone grabs you from behind. Frustration and fright fills you. How has this happened to you again? The sound of several guns being clicked into position, including the one pressed to your cheek, has you stilling instantly.

The General has been manhandled into a half-kneeling position with his hands behind his back. Dark blood, stained with merzost, trickles down his forehead, blooming from the scar there that had reopened.

A large figure holds onto the General, pulling a knife from his belt and holding it against the General’s side when he struggles to free himself. The man holding on to you hisses against your ear,

“Hands where we can see them.”

Then he shoves you forwards.

The General’s eyes lock on yours, widened slightly with surprise at the sight of you. Something flickers over his features, too fast for you to identify. Was he annoyed that you hadn’t stayed at the meeting point? Was he concerned for you? Or disappointed that you had been caught?

Rousing yourself from your spiralling thoughts concerning the General’s opinion of you, whatever it may be, you focus on how you’re going to keep both of you alive.

The man standing behind you moves forward to get a closer look at the General and an uncomfortable feeling crawls over your skin as you stand with your hands raised in surrender.

“I know where the rest of them are,” you say quickly, drawing his attention away from the General. The man raises a brow at you. “The rest of his Grisha, I know where they are.”

Taking a deep breath, you lift your chin as you stare at him.

“You let me go and I’ll tell you.”

There’s a brief moment of consideration before the man nods.

“Alright then.”

“There’s an old country estate.”

The General struggles against their hold, his eyes ablaze with an anger that chills you to the bone.

“No,” he demands and the desperation that leaks into his voice makes you ache. Unable to pull your gaze from his, you say,

“It’s south west from here, around ten miles from the nearest town.” The complete opposite direction of the Sanctuary.

The intensity in his eyes shifts into something you can’t identify, but the General doesn’t miss a beat at the sound of your lie, his voice low with warning as he hisses,

“Traitor.”

There’s enough heat in his tone to make you shiver, a prickle of shame in your chest as if you had actually just sold out your fellow Grisha instead of bluffing.

The man turns towards his friends, putting his back to you. Just as you expected, the other two soldiers raise their guns to put you down at the nod of his head. Pressing your pointer and middle finger together, you reach for your power, seeking out each bullet that they intend for you.

The mechanisms within the guns shift as the triggers are all pulled in succession. Twisting your hands together, you bend the path of the bullets, sending them hurtling back at the soldiers.

For a few seconds, they all stand stunned. Then they collapse, one by one, including the man who had grabbed you.

Now only one remains, the one holding his knife against the General’s side. He grips tightly onto the back of the General’s neck, steering the both of them backwards as you step in their direction.

“Stay back,” he warns you.

Seizing the blade with your power, you hold it still in his hand, unable to be moved anywhere closer to the General.

“Drop it,” you order him.

He shakes his head, looking down at his weapon as he attempts to stab the General, his arm shaking with the force of his effort. His determination makes your own hands shake with exertion and you know this stalemate won’t last long.

A dark thought crosses your mind, something you have never considered before, but you’re desperate, so you push your power up from the knife to seek out a different material. Jerking your dominant hand in a harsh motion, you release your power and there’s a satisfying snap.

The soldier cries out in pain, dropping his knife and clutching the newly broken bone. Instantly, you lunge forwards to retrieve the knife. He becomes aware of your sudden movement, staggering in your direction with anger twisting his features.

With as much force as you can muster, you land a punch to his jaw. He stumbles back, caught off guard, and you slam the knife into his chest. As he falls onto his back, you cling to the handle of the knife, twisting it as you land over the top of him.

Blood pools over your hands, droplets spurting over your face as he chokes out his final breath, lungs and throat clogged with the thick red liquid.

It’s then that you realise you had been holding your own breath, body heaving as you take in air, recoiling shakily from the body. This wasn’t the first death you had caused, but pressing a knife into a man’s heart is completely different to redirecting bullets.

The sound of someone saying your name pulls you back to the present.

Somehow you manage to lift your gaze from the blood drying over your skin, and the General’s eyes are dark as they scour intently over your face.

“Are you alright?”

The nod you give him is weak, though the sight of him wincing as he moves to stand helps you to shake away the daze and focus on finding some first aid supplies.

He thanks you rather curtly when you offer him a pot of ointment that should help his scar heal again before he disappears into one of the tents to deal with it himself.

Genya had told you he had insisted on her healing his scars, instead of a healer, so you suspect he feels somewhat self-conscious about them. Whenever you see him, you try not to stare at the dark lines that spread over his features, but the thought of how he gained them always tugs slightly on your heartstrings.

While the General is tending to his wounds, you clean your hands, scrubbing with the harshest cloth you can find to scrape at your skin forcefully. The General finds you as you’re drying yourself, wincing slightly at the drag of the rough towel over the raw skin of your hands.

He pockets the ointment you had found, giving you a small nod as you discard the towel.

Silently, you walk through the camp, and it’s only once you’re half way to the meeting point where you had left the other Grisha that the General speaks up.

“You broke his arm.” Not looking at him, you nod. “How?”

Shrugging lightly, you share your reasoning with him.

“Everything contains matter. Bone is just another material.”

As you step over a puddle, a quote from a Grisha theorist comes to mind.

“Aren’t we all but things?” you muse quietly.

The silence stretches between you.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

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commehter · 7 months ago

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What's The Deal With Az-Ursa? Well...

So, a while back in a since deleted author's note for SToFLO, I mentioned the potential in a few slightly altered premises. Specifically, I wondered about how things might unfold if Zuko took over Lu Ten's life starting at Ba Sing Se, or what might happen if Azula was sent back into Ursa's life. Well, the Zu-Ten idea ended up as a one-shot spinoff just so I could explore the setup a bit, and Az-Ursa has talked her way into SToFLO directly as of Chapter 31: Familial Connections. (She can be very persuasive.)

So, let's talk about Az-Ursa a bit and her role in SToFLO. Spoilers under the cut.

First, there's no need to panic. Az-Ursa is not getting paired with anyone. That isn't her role in the story. (And, considering the nature of her character, would be physically impossible.)

Put bluntly and briefly, Az-Ursa is a phantom created by Zu-Ozai's subconscious trying to process the absolute mess I've dropped him in. She does not exist outside his head. (Honestly, I'm pretty convinced a version of Azula lives rent-free in Zuko's head even in canon, but let's focus on SToFLO for now.)

As for the metric ton of issues that Az-Ursa represents here... Well, here's the quick bullet point list.

Zu-Ozai's own questions about his identity as a being created from Zuko's soul and Ozai's body.

The resultant imposter syndrome and feeling of isolation.

The threat of being discovered and how things may spiral (out of his control/into disaster) from there.

The life, responsibilities, and people he left behind -- particularly family members he feels he has failed.

The lingering uncertainties surrounding his mother's disappearance.

The fear that moving past his grief over his previous life will be necessary but might also mean forgetting/devaluing the family and friends he's lost.

The whole removal-of-bending idea (Aang with Ozai, Tui with Hama) and the possibility that he might be able do the same to fellow firebenders. (It didn't help that Agni temporarily turned off his own bending.)

Hama in general offers some unsettling parallels to Azula: ruthless, powerful, driven, clever -- A dragon who has forgotten how to withhold its claws, if you will. -- but ultimately a mad woman that fell from her position of power to being trapped in a padded cell.

The fear of failing as a father and watching as his daughter follows a similar path to his sister.

Those are the major issues anyway. (I freely admit that most of these are backfilling that occurred to me after I decided Az-Ursa was something I wanted to work into SToFLO and how I wanted to go about doing so. My own subconscious probably put some of these pieces together well before the rest of me caught on. These ideas were suspiciously easy to shape into something cohesive, after all.)

#commehtating #the spirit tale of fire lord ozai #avatar the last airbender #atla #fanfiction #fanfic #azula #ursa #az-ursa #identity crisis #identity issues #fears #trauma #coping mechanism #hama

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littleshysheep-at-da · 11 days ago

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Simplified Version of Problems with Kasumi and Royal

Trying to do Bullet Points here

For simplicity’s sake I’m just calling her Kasumi (I’m not going FULLY into Spoilers so it’s a force of habit), but for those who love her don’t worry I wouldn’t nitpick her character without knowing her real name (I feel that would be disrespectful to her and I’m past my blind hatred of her but yeah I did have a phase of that).

Royal’s Weirdness with the OG Ending:

Awkward Connection Fumble:

The new content for Royal isn’t bad but the new at it’s tacked on to the OG ending objectively feels awkward. You can tell the Game up to that point was building for Yaladaboth to be the big bad so to suddenly shift gears after his fight as if it wasn’t that big a deal is just odd. Especially for older Persona fans because, with everything we know about the Velvet Room, the fact that Yaladboath was able to take over the Velvet Room is a big deal. And for the boss with those powers not to be the final just feels odd. I think they should’ve put more work into Rewriting things so the OG and Royal content meshed better, but absolutely especially at that juncture.

Missed Opportunities:

Other than that the biggest annoyance with Royal is the OG Game had a ton of concepts that would be great to expand on (Goro being the biggest, and the type of Morals we explore in Strikers but not Royal?) and to make it less rushed but instead choose to add all new characters and content. So from a fan of the OG Persona 5 it’s not that Royal’s new characters or arches are badly done for what they are it’s just the missed opportunity to better other things is sad for everyone who was really hoping that’s what Royal would be.

Kasumi’s Weird Interjection in Early Game:

Forced Isolated Interaction:

The fact that Kasumi is isolated from the rest of the cast is just a weird choice and a gamble. See when you add a new character even if people don’t like the new character then interacting with the rest of the cast will at least give the other characters more scenes thus making them have at least some value in those fans eyes. This is why Muraki’s interjection into the early Game doesn’t feel as awkward because they’re not trying to highlight him as special but integrate him with the rest of the cast. Kasumi is absolutely fine once integrated in the third semester but when she's stand alone her appearances just feel somewhat forced.

Nonsensical Pixie Dream Girl:

Kasumi’s infatuation with Akira makes ZERO SENSE. The only people who see through your delinquent disguise are Goro (because soulmates narrative foil) and Ryuji (who doesn’t see through he’s just a good boy who trusts everyone), so Kasumi seeing through it makes NO SENSE. Girl can’t see through her own lies (doesn’t know her own name). If she were to follow anyone around saying “Senpei” I think it would be Makoto.

Kasumi’s Phantom Thief Design:

Thighs Are Not It:

Kasumi’s design is not sexual because of the cut of her leotard but because of Absolute Territory (gap better thigh highs and clothing). It’s really not that sexual an outfit we just associated thigh highs as sexual. It would actually be less sexual if they were tights and least sexual if her legs were bare, it’s the “showing less is more actually” thing.

The Real Issue:

But most people dislike her Thief Outfit because of her thighs, I dislike it because it does not match the rest of the Thieves we are not the same. See all the Phantom Thieves have very strong silhouettes, they are recognizable by them alone. Kasumi’s silhouette is just messy with how much hangs off her frame. My main issues are her tailcoat, her sword, and her socks/boots. For her tailcoat I feel like they tried too hard to have her match joker and it’s just too long. A tail coat like a concert conductor (I forget what it’s called the two points and instead starting from the waist it starts at the shoulder blades) would look much better. I don’t think a belt to break up the outfit is a bad idea but the sword holster makes no sense because none of the other Thieves had weapon holsters in their designs. Also again a messy looking thing hanging off her. I think we could avoid the whole sexualition debate by giving her tights instead of thigh highs, I also feel this fits with being a gymnast more. Plus missed the opportunity to make her shoes ballet shoes and incorporate ribbons on the back of her ankles into her design (because she does ribbon gymnastics) (could also change her sleeve ruffles or belt to have ribbon btw).

My Extreme Pettiness:

Ann My Beloved:

Hate that she stole Ann’s thing of taking the enemies sword and Royal only fans will think she did it first. Ann is my fav and yes this petty as all hell.

Goro My Boy:

Also really hate how much she’s shoehorned into what should have more about Goro and Akira (narrative foil time missed). That’s probably the biggest complaint about Royal in general, Goro had so much to expand on (and honestly so many of the characters do, Haru honorable mention) adding a new character instead of working with what you have is disappointing.

Overall:

Kasumi steals a lot from other characters' points actually if you think about it (I don’t remember the list I had sorry), now later in the story she does make it her own but seeing the trailer of her I was LIVID. I’m past that now and I don’t hate her as a character just how she’s handled as blatant waifu bait. I feel that Strikers actually ended up handling a lot of points I would’ve liked to see Royal handle and mix into the Main Story (y'know so we can mentioned dead character because for some reason in Persona Spin-Offs we are not allowed to mention dead people unless it’s Saki-Senpai (joke)).

#trash meme #I am a character design nerd #incase yall forget persona is my other hyperfixation #persona 5 #persona 5 strikers #persona 5 royal #kasumi yoshizawa #surime yoshizawa #violet persona 5 #character design #no idea if I tagged her name right I am sorry

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bennydwight · 2 years ago

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A dialogue snippet that turned into this:

Standoff (TGAMM Oneshot: Spoilers for season 2)

Summary: Half-feral, trapped in a snare barely big enough for his fluctuating form and Oliver Chen's gun trained directly at his head, Scratch is out of options.

So why isn't Ollie taking the shot?

Intrinsically, Scratch was a pretty simple, lazy guy. He liked an easy routine, a familiar path. The hardest work he did most days was figuring out how to avoid hard work. He didn’t have the patience for strategy (why, when cheating was faster and easier?) and trying to think in multiple directions at once just sapped his strength and made his head hurt. All that variety, all that junk humans did to ‘better their mind’ was just so hard.

Astonishingly, it was made ten times harder when he was near bursting out of a containment unit, a wide barreled gun trained directly between his eyes.

He couldn’t even pinpoint where everything had gone wrong, too much focus funneled into clamping down on a base instinct: trapped in a snare barely large enough for his normal size and his afterlife on the line, Scratch’s scare form had started to take over.

He strained against the effort of keeping his ectoplasm intact, phantom breaths coming in rapid huffs even as his teeth lengthened, spines burst from his arms, his shape swelled and pressed dangerously against unyielding steel and electrons. Somewhere, quietly in the back of his mind and underneath the screaming need to SCARE SCARE SCARE SCARE, he realized dimly that he’d never been afraid of being crushed until now, after he’d gained the ability to phase through objects at will. Well, most objects. Go figure.

So it was here, desperately trying to reign in his higher processes, that through an animalistic red haze Scratch glowered into the eyes of his captor. Ollie stood mere feet away, that biohazard-yellow gun a shield between him and his helpless prey, and Scratch acknowledged a terrible gleam of satisfaction as even now the weapon trembled in the boy’s hands.

Across the other side of the warehouse, behind the orangey shimmer of the Chens’s forcefield, Molly lay prone, the tiny movement of her breaths the only reason any of the Ghost Chasers were still alive. Esther knelt next to her, first-aid kit in hand, expression one of barely-contained terror. Not his doing, but he’d take credit. Maybe next time she’d learn not to chuck a knockout bomb at a child. Well, at him. Molly had taken the metaphorical bullet (not a pretty mental image, given the circumstances), and if anything happened to her then Scratch was going to make all their lives a living hell.

Provided he got out unscathed. Somewhere, out of the thick of battle, Andrea fought to take the snare’s electronics offline, and no doubt June was blocking every attack with equal fervor. And even with legs as long as Libby’s, it would take too much time for her to reach the McGee’s house and bring back Pete and Sharon. Time Scratch didn’t have.

Imprisoned, half feral with the urge to survive, and one finger twitch away from total erasure, Scratch was out of options. Just him and Ollie, and the trap and the gun.

And the father.

Ruben stood, face and hands pressed against the forcefield, vibrating with adrenaline. His attention laser focused to his son, caught on the opposite side with the enemy (that was Scratch, he had enemies now), the shouts of excitement and encouragement died at Ollie’s hesitation and veered distinctly into confusion and urgency.

“Finish it, Ollie, it’s trying to take attack form! End it before it escapes!”

Ollie’s only acknowledgement was the hitch of his shoulders, eyes locked with Scratch in a way that felt like he was missing context. Scratch had seen this boy’s hatred firsthand, he put things on the internet that should not be there, so what stopped him now?

A memory flashed to mind: Molly throwing herself in front of the knockout bomb, and someone shouting ‘NO’ nearby, and Scratch swelled painfully against the snare as a fresh wave of rage tore through his ectoplasm like the hiss from behind his fangs.

Ah. So now he knew.

“We’re so close, Ollie,” Ruben continued to not shut up, voice like fingernails down Scratch’s strained self-control. “Our family’s whole legacy has led up to this! You can give us everything we’ve ever dreamed, just pull the trigger!”

The monster was caged, and still fear shone like a beacon behind Ollie’s eyes. Everything they’d worked for at his feet and he still didn’t move. Didn’t look away.

Scratch was not a smart man on the best of days and now, claws scoring uneven grooves in the ground as their length oscillated with his concentration, he was grossly, hilariously far from his best. “Do it kid,” Scratch snarled, sucking harsh breaths from between gritted teeth. “You know what it’ll cost ya.”

“Do it, Ollie! This is our only chance!”

A long beat passed.

Ollie’s hands shook, but his trigger finger didn’t waver.

From outside, a roar, and then a scream. Good old Geoff. The Chens’s heads whipped towards the door, and their combined fear-smell nearly whited out Scratch’s mind for good.

“Go help June!” Ollie’s voice pitched high with terror, and something else that tugged Scratch’s mind back to clarity. Surprise registered through the darkness clouding his mind as his parents obeyed, gathering a limp Molly into their arms, and a strange quiet settled over the warehouse.

And then, there were two.

Most of the threat and the fear-smell were gone, but Ollie still had a gun to his head and Scratch was still angry. His hue shifted, deepening to a sickly green, mouth stretching wide in a grotesque grin. “So what’ll it be, Ollie? Gonna finish me yourself? Or gonna make your daddy do it for you?” The snare creaked ominously as his growth strained the limits. The ropes of plasma burned fierce red lines through the green, but he barely registered the pain. “Either way, she’ll never talk to you again. Won’t even look at you. She thought better of you, y’know. Tried her darnedest to change your mind. You want her to wake up and find out she failed?”

Ollie’s eyes hardened, and Scratch’s temperature dropped several degrees. He really should’ve known better by now than to make calculated risks, this one might’ve just cost him his life.

Ollie’s hand moved, and Scratch bit back a flinch before watching it dip into a pocket and emerge with a square device. As he pressed the giant, terrifying button right in the middle, Scratch braced for pain.

Instead, the pressure around him retreated, and Scratch floated up into the air. Free.

Free, and alone with the Ghost Chaser, who kept the gun trained on his head even as scared tears pooled at the corners of his eyes.

They stared at each other in a stalemate, Ollie unwilling to put down his weapon and Scratch wobbling between forms as he considered whether to put his uncomfortably pent-up scare energy to good use. Or at least entertaining use.

“Run,” Ollie whispered, and Scratch couldn’t tell if it was a threat or a plea.

The instinct-induced haze lessened. If Ollie took the shot, he’d be disappointing Molly. (Who was he kidding, life without Scratch? He’d be devastating Molly!) But if Scratch proved the Chens thoughts on ghosts right, he’d be doing the same thing.

Ollie hefted the gun higher, looking no keener to use it. “Run,” he repeated.

The easy way out. No lie, Scratch had considered it immediately. Molly was safe enough with the Chens, and all he wanted was to disappear into a dark corner and forget this whole nightmare ever happened. He could run, and they’d be more careful, and this whole debacle meant Molly would stop hanging out with Ollie, and Scratch’s life could go back to normal. Save being on the run. Forever.

(Or until the Chens died out, and with Scratch’s luck this would absolutely turn into a multigenerational blood feud.)

Facts were: he was outed, and so was Molly’s connection to him. They’d never be safe, not while the Chens were determined to cleanse the world of ghostkind.

Scratch took a deep breath and thought of his family, and the last of his spines smoothed and his colour returned to its natural blue and his shape stabilized. It might’ve been easier to go underground, but even these past few months of avoiding their (many, many) ghost traps had triggered an exhaustion that would’ve been called bone-deep if he’d had bones. He didn’t want to put his family through that, and frankly, Scratch was just damn tired. All he wanted was to sleep for a century.

He'd finish this first.

“Look, Ollie,” he started, relieved to find the bass in his voice had returned to normal. “As far as ghosts go, I’m a pretty lazy guy. Rather take a nap, y’know? All that exercise ain’t good for you.”

Ollie’s eyes darted to the side, face screwing up in that ‘um actually’ wince that Molly liked to adopt whenever she annoyed him enough to bring up the flat-earth theory. The first flicker of character he’d shown since this whole standoff started. “Not how that works, but what do you mean?”

Scratch smiled at his mortal enemy, and somehow it felt natural. “Means I’m tired of running, kid.”

END

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm season 2 #tgamm spoilers #scratch #ollie chen #oliver chen #writing #oneshot #art #background intolerant #set post canon #tw gun mention #i love the concept of instinctual shapeshifting so lots of that #probably wrote scratch too much like a werewolf but whatevs #semi feral scratch #ruben isnt a bad dude #the real antagonist is parental expectations

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