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nyctoaerah · 8 months ago
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋
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╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Who would've known that the man you spent a night with was the very same man that you're planning to kill? It was a cruel twist of fate, cause as you spent more time with him, you found yourself growing attached-inlove even. But, you ended up knowing the truth about suguru’s death, and the thirst for justice and redemption for Suguru consumed you. The pursuit of absolution drove you to consider any means necessary, even if it meant risking your own well-being, your sanity, your very essence. You were willing to sacrifice everything just to obtain the revenge you so desperately craved, even going as far as to ignore your feelings for Satoru. After all, it doesn't really matter, because Gojo Satoru was yours, he was yours to play with, he was yours to manipulate, and yours to kill, and he’s not complaining about it.
╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: explicit smut, dub-con (kinda since they’re drunk) overstimulation, drunk sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), dirty talk, nasty shit all that. Virginity loss.
╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Op! Assassin! Suguru's adopted daughter! Reader
╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This story is the revamped version of my previous fic “Devil in Disguise” it has the same plot, but this one just has a better story flow in my point of view;) also available in Wattpad and Quotev! Hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated! I already posted this, but this time, i extended it and actually posted the full smut;33 Also, random fact; Gojo’s fingers are canonically 6 inches;)
╰┈➤𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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YOU HAD SOUGHT REFUGE in the confines of a random club, craving the numbness that alcohol promised.
You were hoping that the pulsating music vibrating through your bones and swirling burn of alcohol would drown out the  hollow emptiness you were feeling, you wanted to push all of your thoughts aside—to forget about Suguru’s death.
Just that, all you wanted was to drink and feel the buzz.
So how did you find yourself in this compromising position, your body entwined with a random man whose name you didn’t even knew?
How did you end up on his lap, on his bed, making out with him?
The kiss was feverish, your tongue sliding sensually against his, the taste of his mouth was reminiscent of the tangy sweetness of freshly ripened strawberries, yet there’s also this faint tang of alcohol, a flavor lingering from his previous indulgence, perhaps.
A needy whine escaped your lips as your hips undulated against his, seeking greater friction.
“So impatient...” He mumbled as one of his hands gripped your hip to keep you in place, while the other hiked the fabric of your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare skin to his heated touch.
“Can i?”
You whispered, your voice barely audible in the dimly lit room. His breath hitched as your fingers grazed the silk blindfold covering his eyes. 
“Do as you please pretty girl. I’m all yours.”
You hooked your fingers beneath the bandages and slowly, reverently, lifted it away, revealing eyes half-lidded and swimming with lust.
Long, white lush lashes framed irises the deep, captivating blue of the ocean. Your breath caught in your throat—he looked so exquisitely, devastatingly beautiful without the concealing fabric—He was already pretty with the blindfold on, but gods was he smokin’ hot without it—You’re not sure if you’re just exaggerating things, but fuck, did he looked ethereal.
His snow-white hair tumbled down to veil his face in a curtain, softening the sharp spiky hairstyle he had when he was wearing a blindfold.
You bit your lip, watching as the rounded bump just under the skin in the front of his throat bobs ever so slightly at your intense gaze. A slight flush heats up on his skin, and you touched it, pressing the pads of your fingers on his skin.
You scarcely had a moment to bask in the sight before he took the discarded blindfold from your hand and let it fall to the floor, forgotten.
His mouth explored the sensitive column of your neck, tongue tracing lazy, meandering paths.
You arched into his touch slightly, wanting for more contact, craving the delicious friction that might ease the aching tension coiled low in your belly.
“You sure that this is what you want princess?” His silky baritone caressed your ear as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your shoulders.
“I don’t wanna take advantage of you, not when you’re drunk.”
“Mhm.. m’ sure.”
Though the drink had clouded your mind, beneath the shallows of intoxication stirred a deeper craving—something you never felt before, you’re sure that you wanted him.
“I’m not drunk.”
His brows arched in doubt as his hand glides down your spine with practiced care, finding the clasp that holds your dress in place, the clasp yields to his deft fingers, baring your flesh to his exploring gaze.
“Your words say yea, angel, but i don’t want no dubious consent. I want full consent.” 
“No, S’ not dubious, you have my full consent.” you murmur, trailing your hands along his neck, tracing the pulsing vein in it before your hands dipped down and slipped beneath the hem of his shirt. Your fingers trace slow circles over his taut abs, feeling the contours of hard muscle and flush skin.    
His body was warm, and quite nice, comforting even.
He shivers at your delicate touch—which you found to be quite cute.
You found his words weird, however—It contrasts with his actions, that’s for sure.
“I want you, okay?” you breathed on his ear, eliciting a visible response upon his flesh as shivers caressed his form. He swallowed with effort, aroused yet wary, cognizant of the libations which dulled your inhibitions as his own.
Satoru was in no means a person who likes alcohol, he hates it, infact, however, he ended up drinking, just in hopes to forget about Suguru.
Very much like you so.
But he didn’t really expected that he would end up having a woman on his lap, not that he’s complaining, ofcourse. You’re quite beautiful after all.
“Hey...It’s still dubious, can be counted as non-consensual too. Cause you’re drunk. I don’t wanna take advantage of you, okay?” He said.
You fixated your gaze on him, a brief moment of silent observation passing between you. His movements, though tinged with a subtle languor, was filled with restraint, that surpassed your own faltering self-control.
“Nope.”
you insist softly.
“I’m not drunk.”
His eyes smolder as he considers your flushed cheeks and parted lips.
“Your speech is slurred.”
“Nope, S’just an effect from you,” You replied with a lopsided grin.
“You take my breath away.” You mumbled, prompting him to blink owlishly down at you.
“Random as fuck.” He chuckled.
“But, i’ll take it. Just tell me to stop and i’ll stop, yeah?”
Your heart fluttered rapidly at his words, and a faint blush crept onto your cheeks as you swallowed thickly, your throat suddenly felt too tight, too dry.
After all, You hadn’t expected such considerate behavior after everything, such genteel conduct took you aback.
“Safeword?” you asked, your voice slightly unsteady.
“hm.. Strawberry?” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.
“Wait...” you say, craving the taste of his name on your tongue, “I still don’t know your name”
His brow lifts in amusement.
“Would you scream it if i were to tell you?”
You shivered as his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck His lips hovered so tantalizingly close that you could almost feel his ghostly touch against your skin, tempting you to lean into it.
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave any marks, unless you want me to..?”  His voice was velvety smooth, laced with a hint of lust, causing a flutter in the pit of your stomach.
“Do you want me to?” He murmurs, slowly withdrawing his touch from your skin.
You hesitantly lift your shoulders in response, shrugging.
“Speak, angel, use your words.”
“I’m fine with anything,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.
A pleasant hum escaped him. “Good girl.”
You looked at him, pupils dilating slightly.
“You never answered my question though. What’s your name?” you uttered softly, your fingertips caressing the contours of his abdominal musculature in delicate strokes, tracing upwards towards his pectorals. As your hands explored the topography of his torso, drawing sensual patterns across his flesh, his breathing became heavier. He let out a hum of approval, hooking his fingers beneath the hem of his garment and lifting it swiftly over his head in one fluid motion and discarding his shirt on the ground.
You lifted your gaze to meet his, your eyes instinctively drawn to the pale line bisecting his torso. The scar was long, yet its texture intrigued you. How did he got it, you wondered.  The scar was long, begining from his throat towards his lower abdomen.
It fascinated you.
You swallowed thickly.
“Can i touch it...?” 
“Do whatever you want. I’m all yours.”
Your fingers drifted slowly along its length.
“Satoru,”
“My name is Satoru.” he uttered the name, and for some reasons, each syllable was laced with a familiarity that tugged at the edges of your memory, muddling your thoughts with a sense of déjà vu.
But you were too loss in the moment, not even able to think clearly, thus, you were oblivious to the fact that...
He’s the person that you’re planning to assassinate.
“That’s a pretty name,” you breathed, your pulse quickening at his caress.
“I’m pretty sure yours is pretty too.” he replied with a soft smile, his blue eyes staring intensely at yours as his thumb swept slowly along your lower lip, parting them like the velvet petals of a rose. An intoxicating shiver ran through your body at his delicate touch.
“[Name],” You mumble and he sighs.
“Sounds like a good name to groan about.”
He murmured and lifted you off him and lied you amongst the silken pillows, your [H/c] tresses fanned out, forming a vivid halo around your flushed features. His eyes lingered over your form, his tongue swiping on  his lower lip to moisten them.
“Alright, Just say the safeword, and i’ll stop, yeah?” He says, earning a nod from you.
“Speak.”
“M-mnh.. yes”
“Good girl.” He praised softly.
“I’ll do all the work, yeah? Just lay down there like a good girl n’ let me please you.”
Slowly, his lips brushed the skin of your neck, eliciting a sigh from you. his fingertips traced your spine down to the clasp of your bra, and a quiet flick of experient fingers released the barrier, freeing your chest to his hungry gaze.
“Beautiful.” He complimented.
His fingertips leisurely caress delicate circles around your nipples, coaxing a delicious ache of pleasure to ignite. He lavishes attentions on one nipple, drawing it into his mouth while his nimble digits continue their expert ministrations on its twin, evoking an unabashed moan to escape your quivering lips.
He lets go off your nipples with a pop.
Starting at the base of your sternum, he planted slow, sensuous kisses, inching ever lower towards regions still untouched. When he reached your stomach, he placed a gentle kiss on your belly button.
Moving away from the bed with graceful precision, he knelt before your quivering form and slid greedy hands along your thighs, grasping your hips to pull you on the edge of the bed, so that his head was completely positioned between your legs. A wanton moan escaped you then as he lifted one leg high, draping it over his broad shoulder.
“Relax, f’me pretty girl.” He said, after noticing how tense your body is.
You watched, enamoured as he pressed a line of searing kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh—he looked so pretty while doing that.
He hummed as he saw the dampness in your underwear.
“Look at you,” he chuckled breathily.
“All we did was kiss, n’ you’re already soakin’ wet.”
His lips traced delicate patterns along your thigh, each fleeting caress like liquid fire on your fevered skin.
Fuck, who would’ve known that he’ll turn you in a whining mess with just his kisses?
Humiliation blooms in your throat as you realized how pathetic you are right now, You clasped a hand over your flushed visage, heart pounding erratically against your ribs.
Satoru seemed displeased with that though.
“Hey, none of ‘that” He scolds.
“Lemme see your pretty face.”
You took a ragged breath, though anticipation swirled within you, nervousness lingered at your edges. But then, this is what you wanted isn’t it?
“I-i don’t wanna.” 
He scoffs and shifted his weight, pressing you further into the pillows.
“Do it.” He says.
You shook your head and he sighs.
“If y’don’t take your hands off your face, i’ll tie you up n’ fuck you till you can’t walk.” 
“ S’ that what you want angel?”
“No..” You sighed, not wanting to get tied up, you slowly curled your fingers away from your flushed face.
“You’re so shameless...” You mumble.
“Yeah, no shame at all. Why would i be shameful of myself when I have a pretty lil’ thing like you under me? All soakin’ wet n’ pretty.”
“Besides... I know you like it anyways,” He mumbled.
Satoru’s tongue, hot and wet, darted out to leave a scorching trail against the tender flesh of your inner thighs.
You sighed, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.
“Open your eyes n’ look at me, pretty.”
“I want you to look at me while i eat you out.”
This is so embarrassing and humiliating that it hurts, your throat constricts, his words makes you embarrassed, he was just so blunt, so shameless—he was all so sweet and using romantic words when you’re just kissing.
But fuck, did satoru changed once you gave him your consent, pressin’ you on the sheets like that and saying filthy words.
You reluctantly fluttered your lashes open to meet his stare, laying yourself bare as fingertips ghosted ever higher.
“See? That’s a good girl. Now just lie there princess, let me make you feel good.”
You felt yourself swallowing thickly as he hooked nimble fingers into the lacy edge of your undergarments, sliding the delicate fabric down your legs.
It was slow, agonizingly slow, too slow for your own liking.
Your body suddenly involuntarily jolted as a wave of his scorching breath caressed the intimate flesh between your legs.
“So pretty..” His words were a low murmur, infused with a hunger that made humiliation to bubble up your chest, feeling embarrassed.
“Don’t... don’t stare,” you murmur back, feeling self conscious, flush of embarrassment tinged your cheeks, your hips shifting involuntarily beneath his intense gaze.
“Don’t stare... S’ making me embarrassed.”
With a devilish smirk dancing on his lips, he gave another teasing lick on your thighs. Satoru wouldn’t lie, he wanted to bite your thigh so bad, sink his teeth on your plush thighs, and leave a mark, but he restrained himself from doing so.
“No, m’not staring love, just... studying, don’t be embarrassed” he murmured almost innocently, his words a stark contrast to the boldness of his actions.
“Besides... You’re so beautiful in here... You just can’t just expect me to not compliment it.” He says.
You shook your head. “It’s not that... It’s just.. i.. i haven’t done this before.” You mumble.
“Haven’t done oral before?” He questioned, watching as your face burned as you shook your head.
“I’m a virgin.” You confirmed.
His sapphire eyes widened at your confession and his throat constricts, adams apple bobbing in his throat.
The revelation caught him off guard, each breath he took feeling like a fleeting gasp of surprise. He had not expected this revelation, not from you. Your actions had spoken of confidence and skill, and, damn, you sure did like a seductress.
His hand twitched, the pads of his fingers pressing on your thighs slightly.
“No wonder you’re so shy...”
He pulled back slightly, a tinge of guilt creeping into his consciousness at the notion of overwhelming you. Aware that his dirty words may be foreign to your ears, he gazes upon you with a mixture of empathy and desire.
“We can stop this if you want.” he offers, his gaze intense and probing.
“Shit no.” you murmur.
“Don’t stop. I want you.” The words escape your lips in a breathy whisper, laden with lust, restraint flickers in his eyes, as he caught his lower lip on his teeth.
“If you say so. I have a thing for popping cherries anyways,” He says with a laugh. 
Your breath suddenly caught in your throat as his thumb glided teasingly over your clit.
A playful chuckle escaped his lips at your sensitivity, before he leaned in once again, his warm breath ghosting over your heated skin as he kissed your clit.
“Sensitive, are we?” he chuckles softly before dipping down to give your throbbing clit yet another teasing lick, releasing a desperate whimper from your parted lips.
His fingers gently spread apart your folds, his face inches away as his tongue teases your slit, the wet muscles licks the slick trail that has gathered on your pussy, eliciting soft whimpers from you as your body instinctively responds with a slight arching of your hips.
“aah.. hnngh, satoru”  You mewled.
“You taste so good... heavenly even.”
With another tantalizing lick, he savors the exquisite taste of your arousal. His hungry mouth then latches onto your pulsating clit, sucking on it gently. Moans escaped your parted lips as you clutch onto the sheets.
He devoured you as if starved, his hunger palpable in each expert lick and fervent suck, transforming you into a feast he couldn’t devour quickly enough—Your moans were like delicious music to his ears, and fuck, did it it make him hard. He whines, grinding against the edge of the bed, seeking friction.
“I can just eat you out everyday and not get tired of it...” he moaned shamelessly, his voice slightly muffled as your hips bucked involuntarily, a whimper of pleasure escaping your lips.
“Love your taste so much.”
Satoru’s tongue moved skillfully around your clit, softly brushing against it to send shivers down your spine. With deliberate movements, he gently licked it in distinct patterns, exploring your most sensitive spots.  
His fingers grip tightly onto your hip, while he eagerly indulges in pleasuring and sucking on your bundle of nerves, causing a titillating sensation that makes your inner muscles contract and a surge of euphoria creates a swirling sensation in your stomach.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, pretty girl?” satoru whispers, his words muffled by his persistent oral ministrations. As he continues to pleasure you with unwavering determination, the pleasure he evokes from within you cannot be contained, escaping your lips in the form of unrestrained moans. The pleasure becomes so overwhelming that it threatens to engulf your vision, as though a curtain of stars is poised to blind you from the outside world.  
“Fuck, Satoru, i-i’m.. haaah..” You panted, thighs shaking as your insides contracts, a tingling sensation radiating on your body.
“I know. C’mon. Cum for me, angel. Lemme taste you on my tongue,”
You let out a deep moan, succumbing to the intense climax as you cum hard. Radiating satisfaction, satoru hummed contentedly while skillfully lapping up every trace of your released essence.
“You taste like heaven itself, just like i thought...” he whispered, his voice filled with longing, as he withdrew from your pussy and stood up and pressed his lips against yours. The taste of your own cum lingered on his mouth, intoxicating and arousing, causing you to moan in pleasure before surrendering to his passionate kiss. 
As the two of you kissed, his touch ventured lower, his hand finding its way to your puffy clit again, rubbing it, prompting a chorus of moans from you.
Your breath hitched when you felt his middle finger probing your hole gathering your slick before slowly pushing inside.
“Breathe.” He whispers.
“Hngnh, Satoru.” You whined on his mouth as he added another, his fingers were so long and thick, filling you so deliciously. The sensation of his fingers stretching you from within was intense and slightly painful, yet somehow enjoyable in its own way. 
“You’re so tight, you gotta relax n’ let me in.”
You bit his tongue, causing him to let out a low moan.
“There..  you gotta adjust.. that’s it, good girl.” He murmurs, whispering sweet nothings into you.
Satoru’s cock throbbed painfully beneath his straining trousers, yet he focused solely on pleasuring you, expertly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. When he grazed upon a certain tender zone, an eyebrow arched knowingly as your riven flesh clenched tightly around his digits as he pulled away for a bit.
“Ahn.. hnn please,” You panted.
“Oh?” He purred slyly.
“Hm? Is something wrong?” He murmured, once more curling his finger upwards and pressing that spot within your pussy, drawing forth a lustrous moan as your arched your velvet back in pleasure.   
“You tightened around me, did i hit a good spot?”
“this is where you’re weak, isn’t it?” His digits thrust rhythmically into your inner sanctum, coaxing ever more ardent moans of euphoria from your lips.
“How cute.”
A molten pool of desire gathered low in your belly, waves of euphoria washing over your trembling frame.  
Satoru bit his lip as his hand slid stealthily down within his own constrained trousers, swiftly freeing his engorged member to pump smoothly within his curled fingers.
His thumb smeared the precum that was leaking on the tip, using it as a lube to slowly jerk off.
“Aahh... Fuck..” he moaned gutturally, his fingers, still buried deep within your moisture-slicked cunt, he withdrew his fingers sluggishly and raised it languidly to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste your essence.
“C’mere.” he says, sitting upright and patting his lap
His voice was ragged with want as he beckoned you closer. You rose from the rumpled bedsheets and moved to him, sitting on his lap, feeling the heat of his gaze as it roamed your naked form.
“Kiss me.” He commands.
You immediately kissed him, the taste of your essence still upon his mouth, and it made butterflies fluttering in your stomach. His cock pressed against your skin as he stroked himself.
“haah... Feel that princess? ’m so hard for you”
Breaking the kiss, you gazed down at satoru, drinking in his beauty as your fingers traced the lines of his chiselled abdomen, following each dip and swell. Your mouth followed the path of your hand, pressing feathery kisses along the scar that he had, revelling in each hitch of his breath and twitch of muscle beneath your ministrations. 
Your gaze then lingered on his cock, admiring its size and girth. The tip was flushed red with arousal, and it twitched at your gaze, you pushed his hand away from it.
He seemed to be surprised at that—yet didn’t make a move to stop you.
“Ah, Ah? Did i told you that you can touch me?” He teased.
You nipped on your lower lip, as you tentatively wrapped your hand around his shaft, marveling at its sheer thickness that challenged your grip.
“No... But i wanted to touch you.” You mumbled, You ache for deeper intimacy, craving the solace of flesh against flesh in your drunken haze. 
“Mmnh.. maybe if you’re really that desperate... Maybe i should just give it to you, hm?”
“Tell me what you want.” he says, his fingers entwining in your hair, tugging gently to lift your gaze to his. A moan escapes you.
“You,” you manage to breathe out, the craving evident in your eyes. His eyebrow quirks.
“Be specific.”  he murmurs, his tone commanding and seductive.
“I wanna please you too,” you confess, your words laced with need—all the shyness from before leaving you, only lust remains. He exhales heavily, releasing his hold on your hair.
“So eager to please aren’t you? Such a good girl.”
He hums.
“Go on. Suck me off, show me what that pretty little mouth can do.”
As you followed his command, you delicately bent down and rested your head on his cock. Extending your tongue, you dragged the flat of your tongue and traced the vein that prominently bulged on the underside of his dick.
Your tongue slowly traced a path up his shaft, moving towards the tip. With anticipation, you opened your mouth to take him in, feeling a bit of discomfort as you adjusted to his size. It took some time for your jaw to accommodate the width of his girth as his tip brushed against the back of your throat. 
You looked only to see that he was only half way in, and shit, you just realized how much he’s gonna hurt your throat.
 “Ngh.. you gotta relax your throat if you want to take me in your mouth.” he moans, sensing your discomfort as you struggle not to gag. Following his instruction, you comply, feeling Satoru's sharp intake of breath as he nips his lip in pleasure.
Despite the sensation being pleasing, it's clear that he craves more.
“C’mon angel, take me deeper.” he urges softly, his fingers entangling on your [H/c] locks, his gaze fixated on your hollowed cheeks and watery eyes. The sight of your tears only serves to fuel his desire to push himself further into your mouth, relishing the idea of watching you Choke on him. The thought of you looking so enticing in that vulnerable state drives him to actually thrust himself deeper down your throat. 
Satoru thrusts upwards, causing your throat to constrict as you struggled to breathe. Tears ran down your cheeks and saliva dripped onto his shaft.
“Breathe through your nose.” He instructs.
“That’s it,” he uttered with a sensual groan, his eyes half-closed as he guided your head to move back and forth on his dick. He licked his lips, observing you as you found it difficult to deepthroat him.
He hummed contentedly, the room filled with nasty squelching sounds. He savored the feeling of your throat tightening around his cock like a vice.
Such a poor thing, he thought, feeling your fingers dig into his thighs.  He ran his fingers through your [H/c] tresses before slowly withdrawing from your mouth with an audible pop, a strand of viscous fluid on your lips cheeks flushed and eyes dewy.
“That’s enough, i don’t want you vomitting on my dick.”
Gingerly, he swept the disheveled locks from your face and captured your lips once more, not giving you a time to recover, humming as he tasted himself on you. When at last you broke for air, chests heaving in unison, he met your hooded gaze with a glint of intrigue.
“You suck at this.” A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as his strong hands found your waist.
“M’ sorry,”  
You shuddered involuntarily as his fingers delicately traced the contours of your neck, eliciting a chill that radiated through your trembling form. Soft whimpers escaped your quivering lips.
“Shhh..” he cooed in a velvet tenor, his palm softly gliding along your side before his digits pressed deeply into the plush of your ass. A small gasp passed through your slightly parted mouth at the fervent sensation of his fingernails gingerly clawing your supple skin. 
“I know that y’wanna please me.”
“But there is no need to overexert yourself,” he said as if he wasn’t the one who practically shoved your face down on his dick.
“I enjoyed it,”
“D-did you?” you inquired.
“Fuck yes, your throat’s squeezin’ me so tight n’ it feels good.” 
A swelling sensation arose within your thorax as elation is in your throat, though an acute pain seized your esophagus. Your larynx felt inflamed and raw, as if scoured by sandpaper. But despite the troubles afflicting your throat, you had performed admirably based on his praise, you felt proud.
“Maybe i should reward you for bein’ so good?” he purrs, his hand sliding from your stomach down to your lower abdomen, a low hum escaping his lips as he plunges his fingers into your hole. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he begins to curl his fingers inside you, pressing against your g-spot and stretching you again. As moments pass, he withdraws his fingers, your slick coating them entirely.
“I think you’re more than ready.”
“Let’s get you on top, yeah?” he says lifting your form to straddle his hard cock.
He reveled in the sight of you nestled against his towering frame, a delicate contrast to his strong physique. Each ragged gasp you drew in, every flush on your face, and the smudged remnants of makeup only served to enhance your allure in his eyes.
“C’mon, take me in.” he says, kissing your cheek. “Just hold onto me”
Your response was a subtle bite to your lower lip, a silent surrender as you obediently placed your trembling hand on his firm neck, burying your heated countenance in the sanctuary of his shoulder.
“Hm...”
He hoists you up slightly, his firm hand wrapped around his cock, guiding it towards the heat between your thighs. The tip of his arousal brushes against your clit, eliciting a fervent sigh as you inadvertently dig your nails into his muscular back.
“Ready?”
A soft whimper escapes your parted lips as he slowly eases into you, the initial entrance is a searing burn, it burns deliciously as he splits you open.
You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, the searing sensation reverberating through you as his cock pressed against your cervix with a tantalizing ache. “Relax, let me in.” his whispered command brushed against your nape, his lips trailing kisses as his fingers drew deliberate circles upon your quivering skin.
“It’s... it's too much,” you gasped, the overwhelming fullness causing you to scrabble at his back, your nails digging into flesh as you felt the sting of tears welling in your eyes.
“T-too much, ‘Toru, please,” You writhe
“C’mon, You can handle it,” He remained motionless, allowing you the space to acclimate to the invasion, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as he urged you to yield.
“Relax, pretty, let me in.” 
Your head swims with a dizzying blend of pleasure as you feel him deep inside you, his hand venturing downward to circle and massage your clit. Gradually, you begin to acclimate And he exhales in pleasure  as he revels in the tight clench of your walls around him, the exquisite sensation coiling through him.
 “Do you feel that?”
“You’re taking it so well,” he groans.
“It fits so perfectly well isn’t it? It’s like you were made for me.” he whispered.
“Alrighty, time to move okay ? Put your back into it.” he gripped your hips firmly, he guides your body to ebb and flow along his dick. 
“Up, down.”
You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as you felt the heat of his rigid cock gliding inside of you . His hips bucked, setting a quickened pace that had your breath hitching in pure ecstasy. Your eyes fluttered shut as each powerful thrust hit that sweet spot deep inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being.
“‘Toru, ‘Toru” You whined his name.
 “Pl-please," you gasped, your voice laced with need, as you instinctively dug your nails into his muscular back, raking them down with a delicious sting.
“I need… I need you to… kiss me,” you managed to murmur. 
“You want me in your mouth too, hm?” He teased before pressing his lips against yours, your teeths clashing together.
“Fuckk, that’s it...”
His soft expletive escaped his lips as he reluctantly withdrew from the intoxicating embrace of your mouth. His hands slid down the curves of your waist, mesmerized by the sight of his cock moving rhythmically within you.
“Your lips taste like ambrosia,”  he murmured, his words accompanied by the clenching of your inner muscles around him.
Fuck, he was drunk in your sounds, drunk in the way you feel, you were just so heavenly.
“C’mon, cum. I know you want to.” he coaxed, a low moan escaping him as he felt your body shudder in ecstasy, tightening around him as you cum hard.
The sensation of your climax sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his own release building rapidly. His abdominal muscles clenched as he inhaled sharply, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him.
“Fuck.. can I... inside?”  he asked in a whimpery voice, seeking your permission in a breathless whisper. You, lost in a haze of pleasure, simply nodded in acquiescence. With a guttural groan, he emptied himself into you.
Even as he already released, his pace did not falter, fucking you as if you’re his little human fleshlight. His grip on your waist tightened as he deftly shifted your positions, swiftly flipping you over so that you were beneath him.
“Let’s go for another.”
━━𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋
Your respiration came in uneven gasps as your tongue lolled delicately from your mouth. Your visage was flushed a deep scarlet and a sheen of perspiration coated your form. Your gaze, though half-lidded with lust, remained trained attentively upon him. Situated backwards upon his lap, your legs were parted widely as he nestled his face against your scapular region. Your hands clung desperately to his  biceps.
One of his hands rested upon the slender column of your throat, while the other rests on your chest, playing with your nipples. His cock thrusts rhythmically into your inner sanctum the tip of his dick kissing your pretty little cervix, coaxing ever more ardent melodies of euphoria from your lips.
His hand slid down your body, a subtle pressure teasing the soft curve of your abdomen as he pressed against the small bulge on her abdomen.
“Haah... Fuck.. you feel me in there pretty? M’ so deep in you.”
He let out a low moan, his grip tightening around your hip as he intensified his rhythm.  
Satoru’s respiration was labored, eyelids weighed down as his lips caressed your shoulders delicately. Crimson marks peppered your skin where his mouth had wandered voraciously. Your back met his chest in a slow slide,  your skin kissing his.
The sound of heavy breathing, moans, and skin slapping against each other vibrated through the room.
Your thighs ached dully and muscles sore from prior exultations.
“mnhh.. ‘Toruu, please,” You mewled, squirming.
“M’ tired already, Please... S’ too much.”
You two have been going on it for some quite time now, how many times did he made you cum again? Was it six times? You can distinctly recall experiencing orgasm twice from his tongue, once from his fingers, and three times from his cock. The sensation of being stretched caused considerable discomfort, even though he took the time to prepare you, it still stung.
“Mnh.. my poor angel is tired, huh?” satoru uttered in a mellifluous tone, tracing the swirling contours of your auricle with the tip of his tongue before affixing an ardent kiss on the pulsing carotid beneath. 
“Don’t worry.” Satoru says.
“I’ll take care of you after this... So, just be a good girl and take it all, okay?”
Satoru had already become enraptured in the way you tasted and sounded, drunk on the melodic chorus of gasps and moans that spilled wantonly from you. Though sobriety had returned to claim his clarity of mind once more, for you intoxication still lingered and he knew it.
He wanted to stop, but how could he? You were squeezin’ and taking him so good and deep, and he just needed this release after the suguru incident after all.
He was having too much fun in splitting you in half after all.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS SJKSKSJS, fun fact; i’m an asexual virgin. It's so funny writing this HAHHAHAHA, i literally CACKLED when i was writing “pussy, cunt, cock,” AHHSHSHAH MY IMMATURITY COULD NEVER😭 I WOULD KMS IF I EVER ADDED BALLS.💀
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so I want to start writing but I don’t know where and how to start writing. Any tips??
Where (and How) to Start Writing
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bambimeadows · 2 months ago
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Black OPs 6 campaign review/analysis, obvious spoilers under the cut. This is long, so thank you if you indulge me 🙂‍↕️ I speak about Adler towards the end
Honestly where to start, I think I’ll need to play it through again because it was kind of a whirlwind, I think I was too caught up in the excitement of having Adler back. But here are my initial thoughts
I’ll start with some positives. The new characters, Marshall, Sevati and Felix. Love. Love all three of them, they’re brilliant. They’re well written and actually have some strong, unique and discernible personalities. They’re fleshed out and seem very much human, the absence of that has been an issue with call of duty characters in the past so I’m glad to see they’re pulling us in a new direction and understand they need characters like this to carry out effective story telling. If I had to pick a favourite it would be Marshall. He’s a strong and determined leader, but still fresh enough to not be completely war hardened and I like that. Felix and his perpetual anxiousness, melancholy hidden by a bright personality and aversion to being violent is intriguing (side note, he in particular conveyed so much with his facial expressions, especially when speaking with him in the safehouse amazing work there) Sevati’s back story is a little cliche but I still became very fond of her and her sharpness and her wit. I do ultimately enjoy the three more than park, sims and that other one (can’t remember his name don’t care lol) as a team. Jane was a somewhat adequate antagonist, I guess, but maybe just a bit cookie cutter and cliche - the unusually elaborate and unnecessarily long sequence surrounding her back story didn’t do much to change that I’m afraid. But more on that later.
Some of the missions were quite good, I’m not that good at critiquing actual gameplay but all I know is for the most part they were genuinely exciting and introduced us to a diverse range of environments. They’ve gone in quite a different direction, giving us quite a few actual spy missions with the gunslinging. It’s a funny juxtaposition to be in a war torn battle ground with tanks and helicopters and boom boom boom one minute and then in a swanky casino playing poker the next. I can imagine some who are looking for a hard hitting action game might have an issue with this and even I raised an eyebrow at first, but in all truth it stops things getting repetitive and gives us a chance to experience new aspects of the black ops universe.
Now I’m aware COD campaigns have a very limited amount of hours, and yet some of the missions were frustratingly time consuming and made no sense, nor added anything to the story or fit in smoothly. I’m so conscious of time ticking by as I play through COD campaigns, knowing the ending is always near. They implicated zombie mode into the main campaign in a very lengthy and out of place mission and I can’t say I appreciated it. They obviously kept the continuity by not actually inserting zombies into the canonical world of black Ops, but rather telling us we were hallucinating off some toxic gas and that’s why we were seeing zombies. Lord give me strength, THAT is lazy and forced. We have a whole mode to fuck up some zombies. I found it pointless, wasting precious time on what should have been spent on something else. It’s the same with the mission towards the end where they inject Jane with the drug and have us travel through her psyche. Look it was somewhat interesting, but why do we have to have like an hour worth of gameplay (depending on your speed) doing an in-depth deep dive into this woman’s background when we don’t actually really care about her? (Maybe some of you do I’m not sure) And all of that, just to kill her off so unceremoniously? why invest so much time into her then? why couldn’t her motives be explained in a more cohesive and less time consuming way that doesn’t just completely take us out of the game? And it left a glaring plot hole. She believed Adler killed her parents for YEARS and obviously had good intel to believe this. This provoked her into enacting her big diabolical plan against the CIA, and then when she was injected with the drug she suddenly realised it wasn’t him? What do you mean??? Did he do it or didn’t he? And what’s more, if Adler and Jane had some sort of past, where he “took her under his wing” why do we not get to see them interact or even acknowledge each other once? Why were her parents attacked from the inside? What’s with the weird alter ego shtick? Are they implying she’s suffering from some sort of personality disorder and she’s not actually responsible for any of her own actions? This section of the campaign was put in place to answer all the questions but it just left me with more. Idk, Overall that whole part was messy. It had me rolling my eyes. It seems the writers are being a lot more experimental but sometimes it just falls flats.
The ending was awful to me to the point I don’t even have the need to feel angry about it, just indifferent. I don’t have much to say about it. Anti-climatic is the optimal word here. They stopped the bombs, Case promptly kills Jane. Yaddah yaddah yaddah who cares. And obviously we have the end scene setting up the next campaign and that’s just kind of whatever, see you in four or more years I guess. OR, it will just be material for half assed plot lines for multiplayer and warzone with the new seasons, that’s something that recently occurred to me. I really hope that’s not the case.
Now onto Adler. I don’t think the campaign was Adler centric in the way we wanted it to be, but to be honest I think his side character role was generous and fair enough, it made sense and he fit in with the story very smoothly. I can totally see why he took a minor backseat. But with the time he did have in the campaign, I think they’ve done a good job with him. He’s completely different and I’m not exaggerating, this is not the Adler I know, this is not the Adler I struggled to write a semblance of personality for and still felt he was out of character when I did. I noticed a hint of change the moment I met him at the beginning of the game, and then realised he’s had somewhat of a personality transplant. He’s no longer completely cold, mysterious and closed off, he’s even dare I say kind of nicer, sometimes? if not much more charismatic. Don’t get me wrong, obviously he’s not the life and soul of the party and still a complete asshole and very veryyyy much lacking in morals and empathy, but this Adler is more receptive, animated, lighthearted, playful, constantly cracking jokes? It’s crazy. I know many of us have already realised that he likely acted so robotic in Cold War due to Bell, consequently he seems much more at ease with Case who is sort of the Bell of this game, they share quite a few parallels. We still didn’t really learn that much about Adler (apart from him being born in San Diego oooh) but he does show some weakness, a smidge of humility and human errors if you squint, and glimmers of emotions, primarily towards Woods. They both hint at their bond, friendship and respect for each other throughout the campaign, which is a nice touch. For example, the subtle genuine concern in his voice when he stays behind to be with Woods when he’s wounded is groundbreaking for him, a small little thing that somehow speaks volumes due to how little he’s previously shown us. This is already too long and I’m not going to speak about every single thing, but I’ll say Woods is perfect in this as a supporting character, but he’s always been one of the best things about black ops, he’s an icon. They’ve been tactful and realistic in writing him adjusting to his life out of the field and becoming disabled while still keeping his trademark funny and snarky attitude. I’m really glad he was with us!
And as for Case? Meh. We didn’t get much in regards to him. He’s no Bell that’s for sure and I’m more than ready to write him off.
All in all I’ll give the campaign 2.8/5 stars. Somewhat refreshing, great characters both new and old, cool settings (that safehouse was a LOT nicer to explore than the Cold War one huh?) average plot tarnished by a terrible ending, it was certainly an interesting concept but not executed as well as it could have been and somehow not really explored enough? Everything was kind of vague in a way that didn’t seem to be an issue that Cold War had. All in all they could have done more, could have utilised the runtime of the campaign more effectively. Stuff should have been added, a lot of stuff should have been cut.
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The Week Ahead: November 25 - December 1, 2024
Lunar Phases
Wednesday, November 27, 04:58 UT - Balsamic Moon, 20°26’ Libra
The key phrases for the Balsamic lunar phase are “let go of the past,” and “envision the future.” Try very hard to rest, with the attitude of bringing balance into your life. Family/tribal squabbles and nastiness may peak now - typical for these US year-end holidays, sigh.
Sunday, December 1, 06:21 UT - New Moon, 9°33’ Sagittarius
The key phrase for the New lunar phase is “set a new intention for the month” - not anything drastic, just a good habit we think we can establish in one month’s time. Not very auspicious for starting anything, with Mercury retrograde and Mars about to be retrograde. Maintaining some semblance of positivity and optimism is about as much as we can do with this one.
Void of Course Moon
Monday, November 25, 05:35 UT (Virgo) - 11:20 UT (Libra)
Wednesday, November 27, 09:14 UT (Libra) - Thursday, November 28, 00:21 UT (Scorpio)
Saturday, November 30, 06:19 UT (Scorpio) - 11:53 UT (Sagittarius)
Retrograde/Direct/Etc.
Pre-retrograde shadow: Mercury/Sagittarius (until Tuesday the 26th), Mars/Leo
Retrograde: Mercury/Sagittarius (starting Tuesday the 26th), Jupiter/Gemini, Chiron/Aries, Uranus/Taurus, Neptune/Pisces, Eris/Aries
Post-retrograde shadow: Saturn/Pisces
Transiting Mercury stations retrograde on Tuesday, November 26, 02:42 UT, at 22°40’ Sagittarius. Phooey.
Ingress
Saturday, November 30, 22:35 UT - transiting Pallas enters Capricorn
My thought is that when the Lady Asteroid of “creative intelligence” enters the sign of long-term strategic planning, many of us are going to stop the doom-scrolling, garment-rending, and hair-pulling - and begin to plot.
Et Cetera
There is one Opportunity Period this week: Wednesday, November 27, 00:06 UT - 09:14 UT. “Excellent OP for communication and artistic activities, but with the waning Moon and Mercury retrograde, it’s better to review existing projects than to start new ones.”
As a Gemini, I’m susceptible to Mercury Rx, and I’ve been feeling it very strongly. My social media sites and devices all are acting strangely; my thinking process feels like it’s working through rubber cement. Anybody else?
I feel very lucky to have this week off. It’s a waning Moon, which is a good time to rest and recuperate. I hope my US followers can manage this, especially since now “tis the season” for relentless media pressure to consume beyond our means. And the pressure to enjoy this family time together, sort of like the last movement of Shostakovich’s 5th symphony - “your business is rejoicing, your business is rejoicing.”
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what are your svt fic recs??? like your holy grail??
took me a while to put this together BUT here it is!
disclaimer that i've been a carat for like . a month so it's a stretch to say i've read a lot of svt content. tho from what i've consumed so far, my favorites are listed under the cut :>
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i'll start with the ones i found on ao3 first hehe
push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by dontflailmenow × tags: s.coups x reader; camboy!cheol, enemies to lovers
the first EVER svt fic i've read, and it was just so WOW!!!! basically, reader recently broke up w her ex, which is seungcheol's best friend. cheol and mc aren't on the best of terms (always arguing etc.) so when she realizes that the camboy she's been lusting over to get over her ex turns out to be cheol, some...problems start to arise i'm pretty sure i saw this one around tumblr but i'm too lazy to find the op's blog i'm so sorry HEUUUHEU but i really loved it to pieces, and it ultimately flung me into svt fanfic tumblr altogether :D
The bore next door by HoneyAteez × tags: wonwoo x reader; blind dates, suffocation via cock LOL
another fic that i am fairly sure is cross-posted on tumblr too, but can't be assed to find -- your mother sets you up with good neighbor jeon wonwoo, and he turns out to be the worst sexual deviant on the face of the earth, fucking the soul out of your body right after the first date.
Walking in Traffic by versigny × tags: mingyu x reader; soulmate au, teens being teens
literally crying as i type this because it's one of the most beautiful coming of age stories i've ever read, and it was written back when i was still in mf HIGH SCHOOL 😭 reader and gyu find out they're soulmates way too early, and pretty much despise each other growing up, but they eventually come to terms with their soul bond along the line.
close proximity by chilligyu × tags: mingyu x reader; roommates, LOTS OF ANGST
there's no explicit smut in this one, but the plot twists and the narration itself threw me in for SUCH a goddamn loop that it would be a hate crime not to include this here. mingyu becomes reader's roommate upon bff!wonwoo's recommendation, and they and up falling for each other, and [gets dragged off stage because spoilers]
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now for the tumblr recs!
sapiosexual by @smileysuh × tags: s.coups x reader; sugar daddy au, psych daddy!cheol,,,,
it's a pretty straightforward sugar daddy au, but what makes it different is how it's written, y'know? cheol clearly lays all of the details for he and reader to agree on, making sure all the boundaries are clear and there aren't any blurred lines. seungkwan as your best friend is also a really enjoyable addition (he's the one who coined the term psych daddy LOL), AND i just love the author's humor in general.... quirofilia [bursts out laughing]
A Break by @smileysuh (again bc i'm obsessed w their work) × tags: mingyu x reader x wonwoo; svt as babysitters, budding poly
so op has an entire assortment of meanie poly fics, but this one is probably my most favorite bc it touches on a more endearing and responsible side to mingyu :') he and reader just can't sit down and fuck because he's busy worrying about their child every ten minutes LOL. enter jeon wonwoo, who is not only baby saebyeok's favorite uncle, but has been pining for the reader since time immemorial. of course, gyu has known all along, and asks them if they're both down to have a threesome (this is literally a terrible way to summarize the story, but i suggest you just read it <3) OH OH bonus: hoshi tries to sacrifice the baby to the tiger gods in a summoning circle made of tiger plushies. if that doesn't sell this fic for you, i don't know WHAT will
Love, Actually by @haet-sal × tags: jun x reader; cheating but not really? whipped single dad!jun
aka the fic that catalyzed my jun brain damage. reader works as jun's secretary but she isn't very...good at her job, but he keeps her around anyway bc 1.) his kid likes her, and 2.) HE likes her. problem is: she has a boyfriend-not-boyfriend, but Because that boyfriend-not-boyfriend is an asshole, she kind of uses jun as a constant rebound, poor guy (it has a happy ending tho i promise!!)
an untitled dk friends 2 lovers by @husbandhoshi × tags: dk x reader; idiots in love
this is actually preceded by 2 more drabbles from the op, but i'm linking this one specifically bc it made me physically long for big dick boyfriend lee seokmin. the thing i like most about smut written for dk is that he's ALWAYS so fun and endearing and lovable in bed, and what's more is that this one's a friend to lovers fic, so there's YEARS worth of pining and puppy love to spice up the sex hehehehehehe it really really deserves more recognition !!
right where you left me by @tonicandjins × tags: wonwoo x reader; exes getting back together, ANGST
i have a shitty memory so i can't go into the specifics on what this fic is about. it's one of the first ones i read on tumblr, but it's been a hot minute but i DO remember writhing in bed right after reading it, so it definitely earns a spot on the rec list! reader and wonwoo lived together in their hometown, but had to break up when wonwoo moves to seoul and he just couldn't make any compromises. bonus points for best friend hoshi on this one <;3
that's pretty much it for now! i'm so sorry if any of the authors mentioned didn't want to be tagged 🤒🤒 i just thought i'd share my thoughts abt ur work while sharing them w the rest of my followers UEUEUEUE
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boomershooterwoman · 3 months ago
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I learned from One Piece to consume manga in a different way.
I silence, block and avoid theories and the fandom as much as possible, this was due to Dressrosa and the weekly experience, but the fact that I loved the villain and one of the new allies (Doflamingo and Law) and read so many ideas and theories and speculations meant that when I read what Oda wrote, I was disappointed, what I saw didn't meet my expectations, I had read and even seen fanarts of such incredible and well-crafted possibilities that the canon was disappointing in some respects, I could see the good, but my frustration didn't allow me to see what the author wanted... I could not see Dressrosa for what it is but only for what I wanted it to be... my vision changed when I talked to a colleague and she said she loved it, and I brought her some theories and possibilities and some she even liked, but she said something I've never forgotten, she said how interesting some of them are, how cool they are, but questioned where did they get that from? Because that was not what she read.
Life happens, other priorities come into play and I've adopted another way of reading, I read OP every 6 months, no more theories, no more youtube chancela, another way of reading that brought me great satisfaction, I've done the same with Doctor Stone, Golden Kamuy, MHA and JJK.
I read in my own time, without interacting with fandom, without theories, I read what's on the pages, I read the author's work and not the collective and creative mind of the  fandom and it's only now, with the end of jjk, that I've started to read what the fandom has to say and I feel like I've read a different manga from what some of the fandom has read.
I saw JJK as a manga with a simple and straightforward story, with excellent panels, great sense of movement, great fight choreography, and a real pout porri of ideas that the older you are or the more you've seen, the more references and inspirations (from tv, movies, super sentais and other anime/manga) you notice.
But it's still a simple story, from which you can draw depth and interesting discussions, but simple in its essence.
With only 4 or 5 really important characters. With everything else being used as a means to created a more digestive bridge for a straightforward path to the conclusion and its include side characters and side plots. The character have a function, he executes that function and he is gone (dead or forgoteen) the same goes for some parts of the story (is that the best way to write it? I don't know...I think it's a very peculiar and cold one...but it's one clearly and deliberately chosen)
It's like that with the invasion of the American army, with the clans, with the Tengen/Kenjaku/Sukuna relationship... you get a glimpse but no elaboration, because to continue with the evolution and conclusion of the journey of these 5 core characters you don't need that elaboration.
Did that work?
In my view, it worked for 4 of the 5...
1 of them suffered from this choice... but the balance was positive in the end.
I say 5 because I feel that the narrative isn't complete without them, we don't have the beginning of the story, nor the conflict, nor the middle, nor the end...
They are, in the order of their appearance in the manga, Megumi, Yuji, Sukuna, Gojo and Kenjaku.
The story begins with Sukuna and everything revolves around him, Yuji has a connection with him and eats his finger, Megumi first appearance is looking for him and then he finds Yuji and in the future becomes his vessel and his technique is of the utmost importance to Sukuna and Gojo arrives soon after, 4 of 5 right in the 1st chapter.
Kenjaku comes later in the manga, but he also has plans involving Sukuna, pacts with Sukuna...always Sukuna.
The power system, the importance and superiority of CE and CT, the preference for powerful techniques, the contempt for who isn't strong, all align with Sukuna.
Of these 5 characters, I'd say that 4 had great arcs and conclusions.
Yuji, Gojo, Kenjaku, Sukuna...the only one I wanted more was Megumi, he had an ok-ish conclusion in my opinion.
About the final chapter, Mahito was said to be the mirror of humanity, death, and him being there with Sukuna makes sense, Mahito is the mirror, and Sukuna remains faithful to what he said to Jogo (hit him and he'll do what Jogo wants) to what he said to Yorozu (losing is the same as dying, do what you want with my body) and is extremely adaptable, he never lost so his ways were never showed to be wrong...but in the end Yuji defeated him, so Sukuna in the afterlife accepts his defeat with alacrity and nobility, he adapts and is show to consider a new path.
Sukuna can thus be said to follow the two facets of Sukuna from Nihon Shoki and local legends, one of violent being, an evil despot, the other benevolent and protective being.
As Yuji himself said, you could say that the finger is now a talisman.
The story begins with Sukuna and ends with Sukuna and since JJK's world until then adhered to similar principles as Sukuna, his defeat and change could mean the change of that society itself, and this was made possible by a new generation, guided as far as possible and in Gojo's own peculiar way.
Kenjaku wanted chaos that he couldn't control, he got it, this chaos created Takaba, and Takaba gave him an illogical, chaotic fight, which he enjoyed so much that he didn't notice something that he had prepared so much for, he died, but as he told Choso, he did everything he did out of curiosity and entertainment, the merger could be an abonible being or a funny face, he would laugh if it was that. Takaba questioned him, if he wouldn't give it all up if he had fun...
Well, Takaba provided Kenjaku with everything he wanted, Kenjaku had his chaos, he had his entertainment, his fun, his bizarre face, his laughter.
I can't say enough about Gojo, not having interacted with the fandom, my impression is that Gojo is one of Gege's favorite characters, such is the care and appreciation I've seen for him in the manga second only to Sukuna in my opinion.
Not that the manga have no flaws, far from it, I've never been a big fan of how Gege likes to complicate explanations that could be much simpler and more succinct. Techniques and concepts explained several times, sometimes in different ways to make it more confusing...
But I read JJK with the perception of an action story, with comedy and lots of references and a few hints of tragedy, but I didnt saw the dark story, much less a story with a tragic ending.
Even in Shibuya, of the characters who are the good guys, who do we really lose? Nanami and, at the time, Nobara. Reading it in one go, it's a chaotic arc in which evwryhting goes wrong and the characters lose and it marks a change in the rhythm of the story, but that's it...
CG arc the characters all win, it's action and fun and deepening of some themes and characters (those characters have to have their arc concluded or their question/dilema ready for when they face Sukuna, after all Sukuna will answer their question/dilema, Kashimo/Gojo, or will defeat them because he is the strongest and them in one way or another still adhering to his path, till we get to Yuji)
But in CG arc is only after volumes of winnings that he finaly in the fight against Kenjaku, lose, and then Sukuna...Gege managed very well to bring the feeling that we're fucked, but Megumi would be saved because that's what he asked Yuji, and Yuji is the protagonist and will win in the end.
It's the pillars of shonen jump, friendship, effort and victory.
Thats why I can see how Gege succeed in create the dread atmosphere but cannot see the possibility of a dark or grim ending.
So the ending was very satisfying for me.
But I agreed it would have been beneficial to have 10 instead of 5 final chapters, or maybe give a few pages for us to see Megumi process what happened, just what Yuji had in the aftermath of Shibuya, I think I'd like his conclusion better to me.
I'm not saying that fandom is bad, it's good, great for sales, popularity, meeting people and getting to know other manga.
But I wanted to give a perspective from someone who read CG and the Gojo vs Suluna battle in one go, and everyone's battle against Sukuna after accumulating almost 6 months of chapters.
I didn't find Sukuna's death abrupt, because for me it was four and a half chapters of dialog, fighting and surprises...
Yes, I missed a moment for Megumi to have a ponder like Yuji, and Yuta returning to his body was an explanation that I just accepted, without questioning it too much because I didn't think it was the best of explanations, it was more Rika being the Macguffin that she is and was in JJK 0... the simple domain chapter was interesting, it shows the change, the different future that Gojo wanted, Takaba got his comedy partner and I thought it was hilarious, totally within his character and power.
The mission seeing that everything turned out well, a classic shonen trope, very similar to the beginning of JJK which is a classic shonen trope, with a special touch seeing Sukuna and the final image which is very similar to the beginning of the manga.
8 out of 10 for me.
It's worth buying and I will have this the manga in my memory with all my affection.
It certainly makes me excited to see what Gege will do again.
As for JJK part 2, which I've read people talking about in X, I don't see the point, but if he wants to do it I can see how JJK would allow such a choice
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immortal-raine · 9 months ago
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NEW OP CHARACTER (OC)
Out of the 7 years I’ve been consuming OP I haven’t made made an Oc until now hehe
She’s still in daft so bear with me, tbh she doesn’t have a name yet maybe Mylo? Nova?Lmao idk
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Gonna have to zoom in, to really soak in the plot jk jk I’m info dumping here: (but if you don’t wanna read a lot, the images is a recap more or less)
- Born In Water 7, This Kid Worked as a Apprentice Shipwright at Galley-La Co.
- Got Caught in a Annual Aqua Laguna
- Ended Up Stranded On a Random Island, Built a Boat to Get Back Home; Without a Log Pose, Map, Or Navigation Skills, She Just Ended Up Drifting From Place to Place. Kinda Became A Adventure on It’s Own
- Found and Ate A Devil Fruit called smth like…
[ Sheep Sheep Fruit Model: Komahitsuji]?
- Now Can’t Swim, She Decided to Stay on Island And Just Live as a Sheep, Eat, Sleep, Shit and Repeat living the dream y’know
- Months Pass And A Ship With A handful Of Pirates Show Up, Izo Being Apart This. Believing A Sheep Native to Wano Somehow Got Out Of Country, Decided to Bring it Along. Izo Using Snack Sack To Get it Aboard The Ship, And Her Being Have Sleep And Delirious, She Follows.
- Not Fully Aware During The Trip Back To The Main Ship, She Wakes Up in Front of Whitebeard Confused, But Keeps up The Sheep Act really what do you expect, they make awesome food, she can chill all day, and be on the sea without worry, it’s a solid deal
- After Week She Just Decides To stop The Act, Playing With Stephan Was Fun But Getting Treated Like Them, Not So Much
- Huge Shock For Everyone But They Got Over it, Got Adopted By Whitebeard, And Became a Official Member Of Whitebeard Pirates
- Starts Working as a Apprentice Shipwright Again, Under 6th Division Blamenco!
- Working in The 6th Division Means She’s Not Always On The Main Ship, But When She is She’s Following Izo around, Izo Being The one Who Brought Her is Kinda Responsible of Making Sure She’s Alright
- Besides Izo, She’s Learning a Few Things From Haruta, Ranting to Namur, Listening to Stories from Whitebeard, Gushing about UTA to Thatch, and Bothering Marco because everyone likes to do that once in a while
- Getting Away From Work Is Where Whitey Bay Comes In, Jump Ship With Her and Be MIA until She’s Found Out and Called Back
Ace Joining (Kidnapped) 5 years after her:
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(Gonna have to zoom in man)
- Met 2 Months into his assassination attempts they met randomly, when Whitey Bay dropped her off.
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Ace and Her Was Cool After The Assassination Attempts, They Would Talk When She’d Get Back From Where She Working
After The Paramount War:
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- Not Able To Participate In The War, She Was Left To morn Whitebeard and Her Brother’s Lives
- She Decided To Work For The Revs
- Learned Protocols And Tactics For a Year
- There She Loved Meeting Ivankov because who wouldn’t? And Learning under Inazuma Was Fun Reminded Her of Learning Things From Haruta
- Met Sabo and Talked about Ace and Moments She Spent With Him
- After Being Deployed In A Mission With Sabo, Koala, Hack, And a Handful Of Revs, She Both Respected And Feared Sabo
- Koala Unintentionally Saved Her From Talking With Sabo Once And Became Her Saving Grace Ever Since
- She Was Deployed Under Morgans as a Spy to Keep Tabs On Him and Anything Else Note Worthy
- Shockingly Met Deuce, Told Him The Truth because she’s conditioned to tell her older bothers the truth He Didn’t Care Much, So He Became A Silent Accomplice
- Another Year Pass And Strawhat Pirates Make Their Debut Into The New World, While Working For The Revs She also Helps Deuce Write Reports On The StrawHats Newest Exploits
Now That that’s Over With, Here’s All Her Art (Still Drafting)
Sketches:
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With Color:
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Thanks for coming to my rant fest, or just looking at the art, I appreciate it, okay bye :D
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ghostflowerhotpotch · 1 year ago
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THE most obvious animation mistake in ATSV
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We went from 3 spikes to 2 spikes.
Want to know something funny? I notice this in my first viewing.
(OP related an anecdote under the cut, nothing really important.)
Okay so fun story, I notice this the first time I watched this movie, like IMMEDIATELY.
I remember vividly about it because when I saw that three spikes I thought "Oof, that should be looking very awkward on the front."
I don't really draw often, but when I was a kid I had a bit of interest in fantasy outfits and such. I still have the most barebones knowledge on clothing and such, yet when I saw those spikes I thought it would dwarf Prowler's head and look awkward.
And just a few frames later- no third spike, it wasn't dwarfing his head anymore.
Full disclosure, I was stupid high when I saw the movie. Don't ask me why I thought it would be a good idea to see this movie high as fuck (let alone in my first viewing,) so I deadass thought I had somehow imagine it.
The fact that when I came out of the theatre and I saw NO ONE saying anything about it (not friends of mine or the internet,) also made me think this.
[Small addendum, because I imagine I may have minors looking at my blog: 1) Don't do anything until you are on whatever age is legal in your country, 2) I am in Canada so everything I consume is regulated and ergo, a lot safer than you can find on the street. 3) If you aren't 100% lucid in a public place, make sure you have people you trust and are sober around you, so nobody can take advantage of your situation.]
Eventually I saw the movie enough times to realize that no, I didn't imagine anything, it was indeed a mistake.
So why I never said anything?
Well...I was kind of protective about the movie.
At the beginning was me seeing on twitter and a bit of tiktok people being assholes about the diversity in the movie, and the idea that someone would look at the mistake I caught and try to be like "See?! The movie isn't that good! Look at this obvious mistake!" made me enraged.
Then, not so long after I started this blog, the truth about how overworked were the animators came to the light, and the idea of bringing up this mistake made me feel even worse because after all these people had been through, trying to be an smart ass to point out a mistake felt wrong. Specially because as I had said before, regardless of how many things I may or not Spot, this movie is amazing and I love it with all my heart; I didn't want to bring unnecessary grief to anyone.
So, why say anything now?
It has been a few months since it came out, I am starting to notice the fandom growing quieter (maybe it will pick up once this movie is out for free in a streaming service, no idea when or which one would be.) And I feel with all these talks about strikes (which the animators would probably do next year, wishing the best of luck for them,) fair pay and such, I think people may be more open to think "this wouldn't had happened if the movie hasn't been as rushed as it is" rather than "this is movie is bad because it has mistakes."
As I said it in other posts, this is a small mistake at the end of the day. Regardless of how you may or may not feel about these inconsistencies, people in general don't notice nor does interrupt their viewing experience.
This is a movie that juggles layers upon layers of themes, plot lines and deep, complicated characters; it does all the important bits than a lot of other movies out there. Which is what matters at the end.
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moongothic · 1 year ago
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Yeah hello hi I've been falling deep into the Crocodad Rabbithole and my brain is being consumed by small crocodile-shaped worms
So I've done what any reasonable person would do, I went back to rewatch some scenes from Alabasta and Marinford to psychoanalyze Crocodile and try to figure out what the fuck his deal is because genuinely the more I think about it the more questions I have and the more I want answers. And because I'm deranged I need to write all my thoughts down into an incoherent essay and release it into the world
So please, come along with me while and let's be Extremely Normal About Sir Crocodile Together and speculate about his ~Secret Past~
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Quick note, my quickest access to some of these episodes is either through unsubbed episodes (not bothering with getting screenshots since there's no subs, also my Japanese is plenty good enough to not need it here) or through Ancient, Questionable Fansubs so don't get too hung up on the phrasing in the subbed screenshots- like they're not entirely inaccurate but y'know
The reason I want to do this is just that... Like I've been a fan of OP since 2008, when I was in middle school. I don't think I ever really tried to think deeper about this series in general at that time, because I was a kid. For a long time to me Crocodile had just been Some Greedy Asshole who tried to take over a country to obtain a tool of mass destruction and IDK destroy the world? Just a very classic Bad Guy McVillianMan, because I had not bothered to think about his character and question anything before.
But now I have brainworms due to the Crocodad Theory, and this is fucking One Piece, you never fucking know how deep a rabbithole can go with this bloody series. So let's go, let's try to figure out what the fuck is Crocodile's deal, because I need to get these brainworms out of my fucking system
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I just want to start with this one quick throw-away line because it's kind of a sidenote. Also like. This is such a funny fucking thing for Crocodile to say if he is Luffy's dad. Like.
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That's so fucking funny if he's Luffy's dad holy shit
But what really gets me here is that like... Like while I'm like 70% sure Crocodile is trans, there's still a part of me that's like "there's no fucking way Crocodad is real". Let alone, this be some kind of a hint Oda planted to suggest that this early on. Like it sounds absurd. And yet at this point in One Piece, Oda had already started planning out and laying out the groundwork for so many lore and plot-relevant concepts, ranging from shit like everything about Robin, the Poneglyphs, the Ancient Weapons etc. He had already started the "Prince Sanji ARG" (aka dropping the tiniest fucking hints to Sanji's Hidden Backstory that people were able to pick up on and make accurate predictions with about Sanji's backstory). There's fucking Laboon, and about a bajillion other things. And possibly most importantly, by this point Oda had already revealed both Luffy's father and grandfather to the readers, not to mention he even introduced Ace and vaguely hinted at Sabo! It's not like Oda had everything perfectly planned out from the very begining, that is objectively not the case at all. But it also literally would not be unlike Oda to drop hints to a character's backstory like this. He has been doing that for years, and had already started by the time we met Crocodile. Like it feels insane and yet it's perfectly plausible. And if he had Luffy's dad, grandfather and two siblings planned out in his head already at this point, it should not be that much of a stretch to believe that Oda knows and no doubt has known for the past two decades who Luffy's mom is (regardless of if that's Crocodile or not)
All this to say. Crocodile's comment about what Cobra said to Vivi when they reunited is a funny, sarcastic comment. But it would take a whole new meaning if Crocodad was real. Because it really would be perfectly normal if he did/had wondered what he would say to his long lost child if they were ever reunited. And really that just makes his roast turn sad.
Anyways
In Alabasta, we do get a very clear image that Crocodile does not like the World Government, not just because he's a Big Meanie Pirate who wants to conquer the world, but because he does seem to look down on how the Marines + World Government do their "justice" (which, y'know, knowing what we know now about the Government. Fair. That's entirely fair.)
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He also dislikes Vivi's "idealism" of wanting to save everyone without bloodshed or anyone losing their lives (especially for her sake)
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We learn that he is a broken man with broken dreams. Also he seems to be aware where he (supposedy) belongs in the Grand Line's power hierarchy, as in, he needs Pluton because he knows he's not strong enough in combat that he could take down anyone, let alone the World Government by himself (though he would still make a beeline for Whitebeard's head the second he saw him at Marinford, which, y'know, bold move)
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And of course, we learn in Impel Down that Crocodile and Iva-chan have some beef. We can not say for 100% sure what that beef is (like the theory he's trans is very obvious and plausible, but until Oda spills the beans we won't know for a fact what the beef is), but we know that they knew each other. And if Crocodile knew Iva-chan, a high-ranking founding member of the Revolutionary Army, then it is genuinely plausible that Crocodile could also have known Dragon and/or been a member of the Revolutionary Army as well.
Since overthrowing the World Nobles and the Government are the Revolutionary Army's goal, the fact that they're trying to obtain weapons and people for their cause etc, Crocodile's view of the Government and his "Operation Utopia" does kind of align with the Revolutionary Army's
But we did also learn from Iva that "Crocoboy" isn't quite trustworthy. Needless to say, even if Croc used to be a part of the Army, he most certainly left YEARS ago, and clearly not on good terms.
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Also, an interesting note, is that at Marineford when Luffy and co finally arrive at the battlefield (episode 466, 17:25 minutes in), when Garp spots the group, he makes a specific comment about Crocodile being there together with the revolutionaries and the prison escapees, believing they can't all be here to fight for the same cause. Which is an interesting thing for him to point out specifically. Like Jinbei was another powerful person who entered that battlefield at the same time, and while Jinbei did clarify to Sengoku that he's quitting being a Shichibukai and was there to save Ace, it's still maybe a little odd Garp didn't think it was worth mentioning that Jinbei had also "allied" with the prison escapees and the revolutionaries to enter the battlefield. Like it was Crocodile only whom he thought needed to be pointed out. I don't think Garp's comment adds at all to Crocodad because it would frankly make little to no sense (like we're all assuming Crocodile didn't know Dragon's lastname, which is why he never realized Luffy was his son (despite knowing Luffy's lastname), but if Crocodile knew Garp was Dragon's father then surely he'd realize Dragon's lastname would be Monkey, right), but it could maybe add to the idea that Crocodile might've been a part of the Revolutionary Army in the past, as Garp could be aware of something like that, thus he'd be puzzled by Crocodile's presencee. Point is, it's an interesting comment, make of it what you will
EDIT 2: Ended up going back to reread parts of Marineford and turns out ^that^ was an anime-only addition from Toei. Like Garp does make a comment about how these people probs aren't at the battlefield for the same reasons but did not specifically point out Crocodile or anything. So. I wasted enough time adding these paragraphs to the post, I ain't deleting 'em. But y'know.
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EDIT: Minor addition, because I just remembered how Crocodile really went like out of his way to taunt Vivi about how she "can't stop the rebellion" and save her people. Which, y'know, is a perfectly normal Villian Thing To Do. But we know Crocodile does not think fondly of the World Nobles just like he dislikes the Government. Even if Cobra was a "good monarch" who genuinely cared for his people, he was still a king, and the Nefertari family and the Kingdom of Alabasta were a part of the World Government. The thing Crocodile specifically wanted to destroy. And this is just another one of those "surely that wasn't somekinda foreshadowing" but god fucking dammit what if Crocodile telling a(n unknowing) representative of the World Government that she can't stop "the rebellion", or the revolution if I may, (regardless of if he's allied with them or not) was actually meant to be like foreshadowing. Oda I swear to fucking god---
Anyway, so, Crocodile might've been a part of the Revolutionary Army at one point (the army was formed after the Ohara Incident 22 years ago, and for Crocodad Theorizing, Luffy was born 19 years ago), but if he did he must have left on bad terms for unknown reasons, and we can tell that although his goals in general could vaguely match that of the Revolutionaries, his methods most certainly don't.
Whether or not his methods and his worldview tie to his leaving the Army is unknown. Because we don't really know when and how his worldview was formed.
Like did Crocodile leave the Army because he became a cynical asshole who was willing to make any kind of sacrifice for his goals (thus he no longer fit in with the rest of the Revolutionary Army), realized he was far too weak to ever become Pirate King and thus decided to go looking for Pluton? Or did Crocodile suggest to the Army they should try to obtain an Ancient Weapon to keep casulties to a minimum (still in line with the Army), only ending up getting kicked out (big weapon bad), and soon realizing he had no chance at making a change in the world without "cracking a few eggs"?
Like it doesn't nececarily make a massive difference,, since the end result is still the same, but it does kind of affect the context and how one might view him, right
Of course, there's then the Forbidden Third Option, that Crocodile left due to
Gender issues (internalized shame of being trans and not having it in him to stay around people who had known him)
Postpartum depression
Dragon just divorced Crocodile either due to being straight (in a sad, accepting way) or due to being simply unaccepting and frankly homophobic, regardless, Crocodile leaves with a broken heart
Something else and/or a combo of the above, really, we could speculate endlessly here about what could've happened
(Though I will say that Crocodile's '"trust issues"' and how he views people as disposable could like. I dunno. Be explained if he had gone through some heartbreak and was left permanently unable to open up to people, let alone trust anyone)
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I dunno, there's a lot of options, a lot of things to considder.
But there is one more thing that I do want to note on as it could potentially debunk the Crocodad Theory entirely.
It's that Iva-chan didn't know Dragon had a son.
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(Episode 441, 9:50 minutes) By which I mean, Iva-chan wasn't shocked to find out Luffy was Dragon's son, rather, they were shocked there was a son to begin with. (To the point they thought Ace was also Dragon's son until Luffy cleared it up for them later) While it's not a massive leap to believe that Crocodile and Dragon knew each other (since Crocodile knew Iva-chan), nor is it a massive leap to believe that Iva-chan transed Crocodile's gender after having Luffy... It does become a bit of a leap to believe Iva-chan didn't know about Dragon having a child with Crocodile before giving Croc the Magic HRT. Like if they had a relationship that resulted in a baby and a divorce, how did Iva not know about any of it, especially when it's more than likely that Iva could not have transitioned Crocodile until after the baby was born (let's not think about how Iva-chan's powers would work on a pregnant person too much)
We do also get this flashback (in episode 441, immidiately after Luffy reveals his dad's identity to Iva) where Iva-chan questions Dragon about how he always stares out towards East Blue when the wind blows, wondering if Dragon has family out there whom he's thinking about (Dragon refusing to comment on it). This does very much confirm that regardless of who Dragon had Luffy with, Iva has no fucking clue who, where and how any of that happened. And althought I personally feel like Iva not knowing would debunk Crocodad, if Crocodile still somehow was Luffy's dad, Iva-chan would canonically not know about it. If Iva didn't know Dragon had a relationship that resulted in a baby, then regardless of if Iva even knew Crocodile got pregnant once, they would not be able to connect those dots.
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Now let's be clear, there's many potential scenarios where Crocodad could still be real, scenarios that could explain why and how Iva-chan didn't know about Luffy nor about Dragon and Crocodile having a relationship*. Like it would not be difficult at all to come up with an explanation for it. But in my mind, I feel like the more you have to figure out and explain how the theory could still be plausible, the less plausible it actually feels. Like the more I need to go out of my way to explain it, the more forced it seems.
*(For example, maybe the two kept their relationship a secret, and when Crocodile got pregnant he """left on a mission""" that happened to take like 4-10 months, during the time realizing he was trans. Once the baby had arrived he returned the baby to Dragon in secret for him to deal with, got a divorce for one reason or another*, and sought out Iva-chan to start a new life, Iva thus never found out about anything, just knew that Crocodile left one day after coming out. Like that's one plausible scenario.)
*Hey remember the potential Forbidden Reasons to why Crocodile might've left the Army? What if it was Dragon's and/or Crocodile's idea? Remember how when Jinbei is trying to escape Marinford with the unconcious Luffy, Crocodile tells Jinbei to do better job at "protecting those he wants to protect", a line that felt really sudden and odd coming from Crocodile of all people? What if the two knew their child would be in grave danger if he was ever raised within the army (absolutely not a place for a baby)? What if they knew their baby would become a target for the World Government to hunt, much like Roger's lost child was, if the Government found out Dragon had a baby? What if they wanted to make sure nothing bad ever happened to their baby and were willing to do anything to protect the baby? Even if it meant they'd never see their child grow up? Even if it meant hiding your child from your best friend, pretending to have a horrible fallout with them and transing your gender because Oda doesn't know what gender dysphoria is? Just so nobody would ever find out you had a child?
Mind you. I do not want anybody to think this is an actual argument for Crocodad. Like I could write a dozen different fanfics about how Crocodile could be Luffy's other dad, and they would all be just as much pure speculation with nothing to support them as the above suggestions. It is an example of what could have happened, and a deeply interesting thought, but it is just a theory at best.
In the end, it doesn't really matter though, because until the day Oda reveals Luffy's mom and/or Crocodile's backstory to us, we will truly never know for sure What The Fuck Crocodile's Deal Is
And I'll be just stuck with these brainworms, making myself sad by thinking about sad scenarios where Crocodad could be real, because truly, if it's canon, ain't no way it won't be sad
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EDIT 3: Originally I thought it'd be good enough if I just rewatched some parts here and there, but in the end I just fucking absolutely caved the fuck in and went and reread The Good Parts of Marineford. Mainly because I knew I was forgetting things and Toei adding/changing things can affect a character reading. Also it was just going to be easier to go through the manga and literally just all of Crocodile's scenes into an image folder for easier browsing, mainly because there's so much shit that happens between those scattered scenes it can be hard to like focus on one thing (especially if you're trying to specifically FIND those scattered scenes and appearances)
So yeah. Coming back a few days later to add shit to this god forsaken post. I need help
Actually changed my mind and made a separate post to continue this nonsense, enjoy
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butterkofiinthemorning · 9 months ago
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I was trying to find Mangas that have similar vibes to Dungeon Meshi because it's really the best media I ever consume for awhile and it checks all the boxes on what I'm looking for in a story.
But then, maybe I'm just trying to find something that is plot consistent or ever growing, character driven and at least have some system within the story. No ass pull whatsoever. Probably why I dislike most of the Isekais so much and the lazy writing of some OP characters (Mob Psycho 100 and One Punch Man might be my only exception for this, because they did handle OP characters very well).
The reason I liked Hunter x Hunter more than any other shonen out there is because of the nen abilities well explained (and it's the basis for Jujutsu Kaiden CTs) and it can potentially grow.
Railgun on the other hand got my curiosity with how abilities could be applied. I don't have the same sentiments with Index as I'm more pulled in by the science sides of things and I kinda dislike some harem sub elements on it, both the mother and the spin off story.
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So, from what I gathered these will probably be my to read list;
1. Witch Hat Atelier - I've seen some artworks, and it's one of the best panelling I've ever seen. Plus it's the fantasy closest to Dungeon Meshi. And the author's a fan of Good Omens! I think.
2. Blue Period - The talent vs. hardwork discussion made me wanna read it.
3. Fool Night - Apparently Sui Ishida liked this, and I watched some video regarding this and it pique my interest delving back to this type of genre.
4. The Summer Hikaru Died - Hmm.. I've seen this quite a few times last year when I was scrolling through a raw manga, and honestly the blue background and some ominous looking boy got my attention.
5. March Comes in Like a Lion - I've been dismissive of this for quite a year/s because I thought it was too heavy for me back then. But now that I'm in the mood of ever growing characters, I would like to read it. Though what really made me read about it is because the artist is the same with Oberon's design which I really liked in FGO.
6. Chainsaw Man - I already know what happened. I watched a summary video in YT that explained Part 1 and Part 2. BUT I wanted to give it a proper read. Denji and Asa is something special and yet relatable to me in a sense. Plus I like how clean his panelling is for this.
7. Kaze Hikaru - Man, I looove Shinsengumi. Okita has been my favourite character in FGO and my first 5 star saber. But this Manga, it fleshes out his character more and also the Shinsengumi as a whole up until it's downfall. I already read some of it but I think I just can't find the continuation.
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Maybe this post is just a reminder for myself on what I'll be reading because I'm too forgetful in everything. I doubt anybody is reading this though.
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nyctoaerah · 8 months ago
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋
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“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅”
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╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Who would've known that the man you spent a night with was the very same man that you're planning to kill? It was a cruel twist of fate, cause as you spent more time with him, you found yourself growing attached-inlove even. But, you ended up knowing the truth about suguru’s death, and the thirst for justice and redemption for Suguru consumed you. The pursuit of absolution drove you to consider any means necessary, even if it meant risking your own well-being, your sanity, your very essence. You were willing to sacrifice everything just to obtain the revenge you so desperately craved, even going as far as to ignore your feelings for Satoru. After all, it doesn't really matter, because Gojo Satoru was yours, he was yours to play with, he was yours to manipulate, and yours to kill, and he’s not complaining about it.
╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: suggestive themes, racism towards non-sorcerers, aftermath of one-night-stand
╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Op! Assassin! Suguru's adopted daughter! Reader
╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This story is the revamped version of my previous fic “Devil in Disguise” it has the same plot, but this one just has a better story flow in my point of view;) also available in Wattpad and Quotev! Hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Masterlist
Previous chapter
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
━━𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟕 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕
YOU STIRRED INTO CONSCIOUSNESS as the sunlight caressed your bare skin, rousing your sluggish body from slumbering. Your body felt sore for some reasons, especially your thighs, but you didn’t mind it that much.
Lifting your chin, your eyes fluttered open to take in an ornate chamber paneled in gleaming ivory, its lofty ceiling adorned by a glittering chandelier.
Beneath the sheets, your flesh prickled with awareness of your half-nudity yet also a lingering heat that suffused your pore, recalling the fevered embrace of the previous night.
Lavish scents assaulted your senses—the heady perfume of jasmine mingling with masculine musk. Disoriented, you blinked away the veil of slumber, gazing about in a daze.
Slowly pushing up onto your elbows, your mind awakened in fragments—an argument with your sisters, you going on a club, getting drugged.. And him.
Satoru.
You shuddered as sensations washed over your body, recalling his touch last night. The ghost of his kisses lingered on your skin, tingling your thighs, stomach and lips. Merely remembering elicited a renewed flush of heat that spread from your cheeks down your neck.
While you bore no regrets, uncertainty nagged at you. How had you measured up to his experienced caresses? Fragments were all that remained—his  worship of your flesh, Thrilling pinpricks rose goose bumps where his adulating mouth had bade your body ignite with each kiss and nibble. The feel of his mouth exploring your private places, his hands grasping your hips to pull you ever closer. 
The taste of strawberries on his tongue, lips tracing ardent paths across your skin and literally everything.
Drawn back to wakefulness by such vivid recollections, you became aware of your state— lightly clad in merely underclothing, fastenings loosened—not in the way you would put it on.
A question appeared on your head.
Was he the one who dressed you up? Your Fingertips rose to trace the marks left on your skin, purpling love-bites grip of grasping fingers on your thigh, and some bite marks. 
You would’ve frowned until you remembered that you gave him the permission to leave marks.
Something you shouldn’t have done, probably, because it’s probably gonna be hard to hide.
Though sated, You can’t help but wonder, You knew that you sucked at these kind of things, and you wanted something, not repetition but rather clarification.
Had you pleased him fully as he had so fully worshiped you? 
“Stop thinking about that.. s’just a one-night stand..” 
you mumble as you pressed your palm to your brow, despising how your mind stubbornly clings to the stupid memories.
“Stupid hormones...”
On unsteady feet, you got off the bed and padded the plush floor, surveying the place to find your clothing. Finding nothing, your gaze wandered the opulent interior, committing each exquisite feature to memory—slate and marble, gilt and glass conspiring in sensuous splendor.  
Steeling your shaking sinews, you reached for the door, cool metal kissing your fevered skin. Light assaulted you and you winced as you peered into it. 
You blinked slowly as you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. An ornate foyer stretched above you, Fresh flowers accented various surfaces, their sweet perfume. Rolling your aching head gingerly from side to side, you sought some clue as to your location amid the opulence, but alas, everything remained hazy and indistinct. 
Stupid fucking hangovers. You thought as you went towards the stairs.
Struggling to balance yourself, a wave of dizziness and nausea overcame you, your stomach roiling in protest. Clammy-palmed, you steadied yourself against the polished balustrade as you walked down, letting the smooth stairs guide your unsteady steps.
When you were finally down, you felt mortified  as you realized that you’re half naked. Fuck, you forgot.
Maybe you should go back on the room? You hesitated, not really wanting to walk around half naked.
Just then, a familiar voice cut through your distressed haze.
 “Oh, you’re awake.”
You knew that voice—it belonged to Satoru. Squaring your shoulders to muster what shreds of dignity you could, you turned to face him. His hair was damp, a towel draped across his shoulders, below which his torso was similarly bare. Meeting his eyes, you asked the inevitable question to break the awkward silence.
“Oh...uhm...where are my clothes?”
“Oh, I still haven’t finished washing it. You puked on it yesterday.” Satoru mentioned nonchalantly, causing your eyes to widen as the recollection of your vomit soaking the fine silk assaulted your senses once more, filling you with even more shame. 
You forgot, you really did vomited on the poor dress when you arrived here.
“You don’t have to wash it, y’know...” You mumble sheepishly.
“Hmm, nope, i’ll wash it. That dress is pretty on you, it looks exquisitely nice to rip it off your body though, but it’s still nice.”
Your face flushed in embarrassment at his bluntness.
Your face flushed at his blunt candor, a fierce heat swelling within your cheeks. Crimson-tinged and agitated, you averted your eyes from him.
Fuck, you’re not used to people telling you such things.
“I-i can do it myself , you don’t have to do it. I don’t wanna be a burden.” you responded, shaking your head in embarrassment , not wanting to impose. You’ve already embarrassed yourself last night, probably , and now you would have him wash your fucking dress?
Satoru chuckled in response. “No, it's alright. I insist on doing it.”
His persistence made your brows draw together 
“I don’t wanna be a burden,” you firmly stated jaw set slightly, causing him to roll his eyes, and place a hand on his hip sassily.
“I can do it promise. I kinda ruined it too, so seems fair for me to do it, hm?” He drawls.
“No fair,” You shot him a playful glare.
“Well, life isn’t fair, princess.”
“Just give me the dress, i’ll clean it—” 
You began only to be cut off.
“Nuh uh. I’m cleanin’ that. No more arguments.” He said. Your eye twitched at that, yet it somehow made your stomach flutter a bit, from some reason you didn’t knew.
“Anywayss, You should also consider taking a bath, you know?” he murmured softly, sky blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
Your face fell. Shit, do you smell bad? As if sensing your doubt, Satoru began to elucidate. 
“Don’t worry, i cleaned you up yesterday, made sure to clean everything! But still, I’m sure you'd like a bath too... to ease your er.. sore muscles..”
He said, a cordial smile on his lips.
“I like aftercare, after all, so you don’t have to worry about you smelling like....” he said, twisting the damp towel between deft fingers. A roguish smirk curled his lips. Your gaze traced the lean lines of his form outlined by the thin fabric, lingering on his corded neck.
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Satoru.”
“I meant sweat. Pervert. You’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?” He giggled.
“Heh? You didn’t expect that, did you?” he crooned, idly twining a damp lock around his finger like a school girl getting approached by their crush.
Speech evaded you, your thoughts scattered like leaves before an autumn gale in embarrassment.
He fixated you with an intense gaze, his blue eyes seeming to appraise your every subtle movement and reaction. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Hm? Why are you staring at me like that?” he questioned with feigned innocence, though his teasing tone implied far more clandestine intentions.
You blinked, brows twitching slightly.
“I didn't knew that you’re such a pervert, princess. now you’re making me all shy.”
Satoru giggled, his words a contrast to his obvious actions again. In no way was he shy, he was shameless after all.
Satoru Gojo has no shame after all.
You struggled to collect your frazzled thoughts.
“I’m uh, staring at the ceiling, you’re just tall so it looks like i’m staring at you.” you replied lamely, cursing your inability to formulate a wittier response internally.
He released a throaty chuckle, clearly unconvinced by your flimsy excuse.
“Yeah, yeah, you gotta take a bath now, let’s yap later after you finished taking a bath, yeah?” His lascivious grin remained firmly in place.
Your cheeks burned anew as you realized your sorry state.
“Er.. i don’t have clothes... My dress is already.. you know...” 
The words scratched painfully in your parched throat as you crossed your arms tightly over your exposed torso
“Mhmm. Don’t worry princess.” He hums.
“You can borrow some of mine, i think i have smaller ones” Satoru shifts his gaze towards a door.
“I’ll get it for you, yeah? Just wait f’me.”
Without delay, he strode from the room with purposeful steps.
Finally.
You exhaled a slow, lengthy breath, letting your tingling fingers trace delicate trails across your scalp as the heat of mortification warmed your cheeks once again, out of embarrassment and sheepishness.
You didn’t expected him to be this caring, cause he’s giving the fuck boy vibes—plus you’re a total stranger in here too.
Maybe he does this to other girls too, You pondered before your shoulders slackened, upon remembering that you’re not really that special—cause he’s probably bedded a lot of girls and does this to them.
Nonetheless, it’s still quite pleasant.
You looked at the lavish surroundings, taking in exquisite details. Gilded trim and intricately carved furnishings was everywhere, it looked fancy and all. Your gaze drifted and lingered on portraits adorning the white walls, peering into the pictures within gilded frames. One picture , though, seized your attention—it was about two people, and one just looked like suguru—but you’re not sure about it yet. 
You wanted to confirm, so you strode forward trance-like, but then, satoru’s voice jarred your walking.
“What are you doing?” Satoru's lilting tones roused you. You turned to find him regarding you with questioning eyes, hands cradling fresh linens and some sort of pills that says “Plan B” atop the pristine fabric.
“Nothing...just looking around,” You murmured vaguely, brows furrowed slightly.
“Ah well. Here is it.” he says.
“I brought you Plan B too. Ugh.. i think i went raw last night, but don’t worry, i’m clean. Sorry [Name].”
You were about to ask him what he meant by that, but stopped when he practically placed the clothes in your hands.
As your hands grasped the unfamiliar fabrics, a weight dropped into your palm—a phone, your phone, to be specific.
“I think this is yours, i found it lying on my couch.” He said, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah.. it’s mine. Thanks ”
Your fingertips traced over the cracked screen, appraising the damage done whilst gripped in oblivion and you wince.
“Damn...”
Notifications assailed your distracted eyes, your siblings’ concerns, there were so many missed calls and texts from them.
A grimace formed on your face, muscles tensing.
Your brat of a sisters is definitely gonna lecture you.
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You sunk low into the bath, letting the warmth envelop you and melting away the tension from your muscles. Closing your eyes, you drew in a deep breath, reveling in the soothing scent of jasmine that perfumed the steam. Your fingers idly traced patterns in the surface, disturbing the drifting bubbles.
As you dragged your hands upwards over your skin, the bubbles popped, leaving trails of moisture in their wake. Your cellphone rested on the smooth tiles bordering the tub, its waterproof casing ensuring it would not come to harm. 
Nanako’s tinny voice emanated from the device, pulling your mind from its half-formed reverie.
“Where were you, sister??” she whined petulantly. A sigh escaped your lips; you were in no mood for her querulous nagging.
“You sound like an angry mother,”  you replied wryly.
“Not funny! We were so worried about you,” she retorted, concern lacing her words.
“Where’s mimiko?” You questioned, for you haven’t heard mimiko, after all, normally, it was always the both of them talking to you through phone, now though, it was solely nanako.
“I was uh.. at a friend’s house right now.” You lied feebly.
“She’s with me. She’s sleeping, and come back sister, we gotta tell you something important.”
Silence fell as you considered her statement, your thoughts inevitably turning to darker matters.
 “Just say it on the phone, please?”
“Fine. We can’t find master geto’s body...” Nanako said solemnly, her voice taut with unease. Her words struck like icy blades into your core, and you froze momentarily amidst the comforting warmth, your blood chilling in your veins as you felt your mood suddenly fell. His body had yet to be found? Your jaw clenched involuntarily as restless questions swirled within your mind.
“Why?” you demanded, brows furrowed in consternation.
“Do you already know his killer then...?” The implications were grim, and you sat rigid, mind racing.
“I... I think it’s that okkotsu kid.”
“What the fuck? No way.” You were flabbergasted.
“You mean that kid?”  
You frowned deeply, eyebrows furrowing in a look of utter repugnance as feelings of incredulity and revulsion washed over you. That meek urchin having bested Suguru was an affront to reason itself—the notion was positively preposterous. The lad seemed scarcely capable of lifting his own limbs after all!
“I can’t believe this.” You sighed in disappointment.
“But.  I’m gonna avenge master suguru, don’t worry.” 
“Those monkeys... Are the reason he’s dead... ugh.. those okkotsu brat used to be a monkey too, didn’t he? Then became a sorcerer ‘cause of the special grade cursed spirit.. riki? Was it? Or rika..?”
Your fingers curled into tight fists at your sides, nails digging crescents into your palms. That was a trait you got from suguru, albeit you were influenced by him, as you had the same loathing he held for non-sorcerers.
“True, true, i still can’t believe that he managed to defeat master geto... with that kind of physique...”
“Such a bodyshamer you are, nanako.” You mumble.
“​​​​​​It’s true!” Nanako replied.
“But then.. why would the other sorcerers protect them again...? I mean.. the monkeys... They’re the sole reason why curses are born anyways...”  you muttered through clenched teeth, slumping against the wall of the washroom as soothing bubbles danced across your aching limbs. 
“They probably got manipulated and can’t see the truth. They’re seriously brainwashed by them.” Nanako replied bitterly.
“Seriously. I told you guys that you should’ve just waited for me... Cause you know... We might stand a chance..” You added.
“After all, i’m unregistered, aren’t i? So they won’t know how my cursed techniques works.” 
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yeliuxi · 4 months ago
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Fic Writer Q&A
Tagged by @dragongirlg-fics :") Thank you ahh
How many wips do you have currently?
I think 5. Though all having various degrees of actually aiming to finish and post haha
For Qi Ye - The longer Ming Hua fic. Ming Hua's impressions of Jing Beiyuan and his bullshit throughout the years
Also for Qi Ye - My main fic. The genderbend modern organized crime AU that I have been working on for years now with femme-but-also-kind-of-becoming-butch-at-the-end Jing Beiyuan + butch Wuxi. But I ended up drawing a lot of it to procrastinate the writing... so now I have a lot of art (including first attempts to draw NSFW art), and not even a complete outline
& another for Qi Ye - Just straight porn featuring Jing Beiyuan domming Wuxi. Also topping like Jing Beiyuan initially wanted to do in the novel. But that's a separate sex scene. That's all
For MDZS - modern AU inspired by my RBB prompt. Lan Wangji has feelings for Wei Wuxian & when helping him out Lan Xichen accidentally ends up dealing with his own problems
For Locked Tomb - Palamedes/Camilla gender thesis fic. Where they fuck (? Masturbate? What happens when you share a body) and cope in unhealthy ways and Pyrrah is there going "wow yeah that's fucked up. Do you feel fucked up about this" and having an uno-reverse moment about her in Gideon 1's body
Still in brainstorming phase but The Double femslash where jealous Situ Jiuyue indeed "knocks up" Xue Fangfei. They blow off steam and the fake pregnancy drug is administered in sexy way lolol. The two lines of ":0 Whose baby is it" "Jiuyue's" live rent free in my head
More of the Q&A below
Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?
#2... It keeps growing... I thought I would end with an AU equivalent of Jing Beiyuan faking her death but then I started writing post-fake death... and now it's 90% ex-criminal-but-still-committing-a-continuous-crime Jing Beiyuan relearning how to be a normal person and Wuxi fitting herself back into a normal life 🤦🏻‍♀️Also did I mention the procrastination with my drawings?
What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?
Unfortunately I think when I am most inspired it prevents me from writing haha. I get all excited and then stare off imagining the scenes... and do not write them. But there is a moderate amount of inspiration where I go onto 4thewords co-op writing battles and write out 10k in a day. I had several of these days in July and then have not since...
Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?
No... I feel too much pressure to have songs that "relate" to the fic and I don't like doing that because it's time consuming and burns my energy that could be spent writing lol. Also I don't usually do any creative things with music because it's distracting to me
Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?
I am a pantser mostly (tragic result of often having more vibes than plot thought out haha) but for certain long fics I will put together a detailed outline
Tagging: @difeisheng @geneticcatalyst @minnarr and whoever else wants to :D Yes this includes anyone reading this. Even if we aren't mutuals haven't talked etc. Just say I tagged you because I did and I am nosy and want to read it
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sabrondabrainrot · 10 months ago
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I forget I can just ramble and rant my thoughts!
I try to focus on sharing just my art but I also do writing and try to have a bit of a critical mind when it comes to media I consume.
Now that it has been a few months since I watched all of TMNT 12 I do have some thoughts and opinions and kind of want to just ramble about it before I forget, in an informal manner.
I at first really liked it, it was the second TMNT show I watched after Rise, now that I've been watching the 87 and 03 shows my opinions on 12 did change just a bit but I still do like it!
Literally all the turtles are my son's now. Especially Leonardo (he's blue coded so-). I just think they're so cute and neat!!!
I'm going to put thoughts to spoiler stuff of 12 so if you plan to watch the show then don't click beyond this point!
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So in the last season of TMNT 12 it kind of feels like all the scrapped ideas or random plots that couldn't be fit into the prior seasons were put in this one? I really like the new op it gives of Cowboy Bebop vibes. The op song change is really nice to because I never really looked the tmnt 12 op song before.
However, the plots feel all over the place? There's a mini ark where they're jumping through time meeting Halloween monsters and then another ark where Mikey defeats Satan? Then we get another really tiring ark that's this implied alternate madmax fury road parody that is honestly so depressing? Donnie is just dead.
Which btw, the show likes killing ppl off for dramatic effect. They killed Master Splinter three times and had Mikey and Donnie get scattered to atoms on two separate occasions. I should also mention Leo was in a coma for 3 months with no IV or anything and he woke up relatively fine.
Anyways, going into the last season and stuff leading up to it... They kind of ended with the 87 turtles and the 12 boys finding new passion and inspiration from teaching the 87 boys. I didn't really vibe with it because it just made the 87s the butt of the joke and made them out to be incompetent silly little guys.
They ARE silly little guys but the thing is they're not incompetent. The 87 boys have done some insanely incredible things even when unarmed. Especially when unarmed. I actually think the angle of finding a new way to help people as a means to end the series on an inspired note is fine, the 87 boys even carried on the will and told Bebop and Rocksteady they can be more than Shredder's mutant henchmen. It is very cute and wholesome. I just think they could have maybe done it differently?
Why not set up for them to teach Chi arts? The turtles of 87 don't have any mystical abilities and it would have been interesting to do a set up like that? There are ways to write the finale without just dumping on the original source.
Focusing back on the ending of 12, we also leave on a seriously alarming note. It's just a big mixed bag. After Master Splinter went to run on the hamster wheel in the sky, Leonardo was handed the reigns of the family. He was told "You're the teacher now Leonardo. You're the father. Look after your brothers" and Splinter then willingly walked into his own death. I think the writers maybe thought this was amazing and inspirational or something but I found it incredibly messed up? We start tmnt 12 on all 4 boys birthday. Meaning Splinter himself considers them all to be the same age. And since the series was running they haven't on screen celebrated a birthday and from the implied weather changes most of the seasons 1-4 seem to take place over just a year??? We don't get a definitive timeline (or I'm a bad audience and didn't notice).
So one can only assume Master Splinter was telling his...15 year old son to be the father to his other 15 year old children.
Why do I bring this up at all? After Leonardo takes over the family and he KILLS shredder they go into this rushed cult demon resurrection arc that culminates in the classic dead walk the earth and Mikey defeats Satan. In this arc we meet a ghost splinter who does not even go to see his kids, he just helps Casey and April. But throughout and the lead up to this we have moments of Leo having conversations with what we can perceive as Sensei's ghost in the dojo.
But the climax of the arc cements splinters ghost has not once visited his son's.
So Leonardo is quite literally having full on conversations, in the dojo for his brothers to hear, with a hallucination of his dead dad. He's coping this way. His family does nothing about this.
Tmnt 2012 has the worst Splinter. He ignored his son's and chose favorites. He told Leonardo to die (season 1 finale). He calls Mikey dumb and insights the others to do it too. He told Raph his anger makes him exactly like Shredder and never elaborates or teaches him how to better work through his issues. And he straight up calls Donnie useless.
None of that is even an exaggeration. Adding context just makes it worse.
Here's a list:
Do you know the turtles are the equivalent of helicopter raised homeschool boys? They've never stepped foot outside of the lair except at the start of ep 1.
They learn ALL of their lessons from old shows and cartoons. The show writers even sometimes use the cartoons to set up the theme of the episodes!
When Leonardo rescues Mikey he pats him on the head to comfort him.
Literally almost all of their ninja weapons have hidden weapons. I love it I wish I saw more of them using them.
Michelangelo is the family chef because somehow none of the rest have any life skills. Not even Splinter (explains so much).
They all have such cute shape language. I love bean pole Donnie, blocky buff Raph, perfect pear Leo, and round freckled Mikey.
They also now have unique eye colors. I love their eyes. Donnie with his big beautiful brown eyes (sometimes they look red). Raph with his acid green stare into your soul eyes, they look like they would glow like mako eyes in ff7. Mikey with bright blue eyes all big and round. And then Leo with the cunning dark blue eyes!
I just want to pinch their cheeks and kiss their foreheads and give them hugs.
Also, Leo is so affectionate to kids and his brothers??? My heart??? Couldn't take it??? He just randomly hugs them?? He had a tea party??? He wore a pink feather boa? The way he just immediately held baby Miwa??? Too good. Too good. He's such a good big bro.
Raph is also such a soft guy. Like yes he's a Butthead that beats up his brothers and takes every single violent urge out on Leo when he's even minorly inconvenienced but he does learn to do better. He helps Leo a lot and he even is there for the others a lot too.
Raphael also does art and seems to like fine arts.
Raph, like Leo, is a resident baby man. He loved tiny helpless creatures. He had a pet turtle he loved with his entire being and then later on adopted a space alien baby turtle that he also loved with his entire being.
I love Donnie in this, his cute little tooth gap, his gentle demeanor, the fact he'd rather be in the lab than training. I feel bad for him tho cause he clearly wants Splinter and Leo's approval with his inventions and efforts but very rarely gets it (Leo is the only one to really praise him and get what he does). He's also a good team player but he has so much stress and no confidence.
Donnie needs a big ol hug.
Mikey is so cute. But he is so weird. Why did they write girly pop collecting underwear. Why did they have him cannibalize a mutant pizza man? They do the most random things with Mikey. I like that he avidly tries cheering ppl up. He tries so hard for his bros. He's just a sweet little guy. I wish they did more with the baby bro.
Mikey should have kept his lightning powers.
They fight a lot but all the brothers love each other. I think they're just stressed and cooped up too much.
I like drama tho it's juicy when they argue.
I read on the wiki that Donnie is supposed to be canon OCD and Mikey canon ADHD and it makes so much sense in the show.
I really like all their voices. I miss Leo's first voice he was so dorky and sweet. The new voice is all sad and serious. Raph sounds perfect. I like Donnie's voice but instead of him always yelling why not have him do the low angry science rant because that's a good time. I like Mikey's voice he sounds like a high pitched beast boy.
But despite the occasionally baffling writing choices of the show I still like it. It's entertaining in the same way as a telenovela or kdrama. They literally have a plot where one of the turtles falls in love with his secret half sister. Something I've seen in telenovelas and kdramas.
2012 tmnt makes a great dogblooded drama.
I think the CGI art can get pretty bad at times but other times it looks great. The music is pretty good and I really like the voice cast. I actually totally see why so many people like this show but I definitely don't think it's the best one. From what I've seen thus far, I think the 2003 TMNT show might actually be a masterpiece. Better than Avatar the Last Airbender levels of masterpiece (not a competition just giving an example of another show I find monumental).
That's it, that's the rant, thanks for reading!
Btw if any one has any good 12 fic recs pls hand them over. I need 12 hurt comfort, or fem Leo, or transfem Leo, or anything introspective, or just anything with a fun plot. Pls I'm dying here send fics.
Thank you :)
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maddie0101 · 11 months ago
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Saudade; Chapter Three
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Summary: The new recruit arrives and the Hurleys forget to have an important conversation.
Warnings:cussing, violence, hostile reunions?
Word Count:3,104k
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Fluttering her tired eyes open, Addy groans as she reaches her hands out and pushes her aching body to sit up. Groaning at the aches and pains searing through her body, she slowly moves her feet off to the side of the bed. It seemed like every muscle protested as she attempted to sit up in bed. Not wanting to deal with her father waking her up earlier than the rest of the recruits, Addy swiftly picks up her neatly folded clothes and goes to the bathroom to change.
After changing into her regular morning workout clothes, consisting of a grey tank top, black leggings, and her favorite pair of sneakers, Addy quickly walks back over to her bed and unplugs the long cord attached to her iPod. Briskly, walking back over to the lockers, she quietly opens the metal door and grabs her earphones.
Quickly slipping out of the room, Addison slides in each earphone before selecting her favorite playlist and slipping her iPod into the waistband of her leggings. Glancing up from the dim lighting, illuminated by nothing but the morning sun, Addy takes a deep breath before kicking her feet into a jog.
Waking up earlier than the rest of the recruits became her norm. She wanted to escape her father waking her in some obscure way. Whether it was shooting a gun, scaring the living hell out of them, or banging on the door as loudly as he possibly could, Addy couldn't stand it. It put her in a bad mood. So she decided to take the matter into her own hands and do her own thing, whether or not her father liked it.
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"You can take the blindfold off." said Irene, her voice piercing through the silence in the car, drowning out the faint sound of the tires rolling against the pavement.
Mitch let out a heavy sigh as he pulled the black cloth away from his eyes, the fabric rubbing against his skin. Wincing in discomfort as the bright light from the sun filtered through the surrounding trees, Mitch squinted as he attempted to adjust to the sudden change in lighting.
As soon as Mitch's eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, he couldn't help but be struck in awe by the view of the countless trees that were standing tall and proud on both sides of the vehicle. His mouth fell open, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight, feeling a sense of rare tranquility and serenity wash over him, seemingly blocking out reality.
Over the course of the past year, his mind had become consumed with a singular, all-consuming desire: revenge. So much so that he found himself incapable of appreciating the dark and eerie beauty of the world around him. Every waking moment was spent plotting and scheming as he obsessed over what happened to Katrina.
All he could think about was avenging her, making the people who took his fiance's life away pay.
As Mitch briefly tore his gaze away from the view outside the window, he caught Irene's warm smile as she turned back around to face the road.
"So, what do I need to know about this guy?" Mitch interrupted the silence.
"Stan Hurley? He's a warrior. Ex-Navy seal. My Daddy served with him in the Persian Gulf." Irene answered softly, scanning her eyes around the thick greenery flying past them.
Mitch pressed his lips together as he flickered his gaze around before asking, "Did you go through this program?"
"I went through a program. Not this one," Irene answered, "It's not like becoming a spy or Special Ops, none of those things."
"Good." Mitch hummed, ripping his gaze away from the woman in the front seat.
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Slamming the laptop down as he checks his watch lying on his left wrist, Stan sighs as he looks out of the window, noticing the black sedan pulling up to his small cabin. "Damn it, Addy." The older Hurley cusses, irritated that he and his daughter forgot to have a discussion over the new recruit.
Taking his cup of coffee with him, Stan swings the door open and shuts it behind him. Bringing up the cup of caffeine, he takes a sip and watches Irene step out of the vehicle and shut the door behind her.
"I thought you were supposed to be on the patch." The woman raised her eyebrow as she nodded to the smoke coming from the man's lips.
Stan only rolled his eyes and sighed at the woman, slowly making his way down the steps.
"You saw those tests?" Irene asked, watching his every move as he cautiously descended the staircase, carefully placing his foot on the second to last step.
"Yeah, I saw them." Stan replied unimpressed.
"He's off the charts." Irene smiled
"I've seen off the charts before." Hurley replied, leaning his body against the rail of the wooden staircase.
"—and he's got none of the bad habits he'd have to unlearn if he had military training."
"Unlearn?" Stan cocked his head to the side, seemingly still unimpressed.
"Come on, Stan. You drop one of your navy seals in an urban setting; you can spot the boot camp on them from a mile away. We're not fighting the-"
"Cold War." Stan interrupts, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. "Yeah, I know. You keep telling me that, Miss Deputy Director."
"Oh." Irene scoffs, "Wow. 'Miss Deputy Director?'"
"Your Daddy would agree with me."
Irene pressed her lips together and nodded, slightly irritated. "I'll be checking in with you every 48 hours." The woman turned on her heels and headed back to the sedan. "I'm on a plane to London in the morning." Irene informed him. Turning back around to face Hurley, Irene nodded to his hand, holding the cigarette. "And go back on the patch for god-sake."
Rolling his eyes as he shook his head, Stan watches as Irene climbs back into the vehicle. Turning his gaze to something moving in his peripheral, Stan's eyes widened slightly as he noticed his daughter walking up with an eyebrow raised.
"Shit." the older Hurley cussed.
"Stan." Addy greets as she reaches for her earphones and takes the right one out. "New recruit?" The girl questions, raising an eyebrow as Irene turns from the backseat to face the front, sending the brunette a warm smile and a wave.
"Yeah." Stan coughs, his attention drawn to Addison walking toward him cluelessly. As she strides towards him, her damp hair clings to her forehead, and she wipes away beads of sweat glistening on her face. "Can you make me a new cup of coffee real quick?" Hurley asks, attempting to hurry and get her away from the new recruit hidden on the other side of the vehicle, slamming his door shut.
Scrunching her face in confusion as the sweat drips from her forehead, Addy nods and sends her father an odd look. "On it." The girl smiles as she quickly walks past the old man, who seems slightly—nervous? He's never nervous. Why is he acting like this?
Climbing the steps, her thighs burning from her morning workout, Addy glances back to the vehicle briefly. As she climbs up the wooden porch, her eyebrows furrow in wonder. Lost in her thoughts, she fails to notice the uneven wooden boards that protrude from the surface. Suddenly, her foot catches on one of the raised planks, causing her to stumble forward, but she quickly regains her balance and continues on her way.
So much for an assassin, Adds. The girl rolls her eyes and swings the door open.
Gravel crunches beneath the tires of the sedan, now pulling out of the driveway, leaving the new recruit to watch the vehicle head off before turning his gaze to the cabin, noticing a young woman closing the door behind her at the entrance. Shifting his gaze back to the vehicle, Mitch watches as the sedan drives off.
"She ain't coming back." Hurley breaks through the silence, twirling the cigarette between his fingers as he watches the recruit shift his attention back onto him.
"Hey. Eyes front and center."
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"Make me another cup of coffee." Addy mocks her father's words as she lifts the pot of coffee up, pouring it into the mug.
Pressing her lips together as her blue eyes watch as the liquid fills the mug, she glances out the window in front of her and notices Stan intimidating the new recruit.
With a furrowed brow and a slight tilt of her head, Addy strains her eyes and leans forward, attempting to look past her father's broad frame. Frustrated by her inability to catch even a brief glimpse of the person in question, all she can make out is a mop of messy brown hair and a bland, grey-striped jacket.
Please be hot.
Entirely lost in thought, Addy completely forgets about the piping hot coffee she was holding in her hands.
Suddenly, a scorching hot liquid spills over her fingers, causing a sharp yelp to escape from her lips. Instinctively recoiling her hand upon the burning sensation, the mug slips out of her grasp and shatters into countless pieces on the ground.
"Shit." The girl cusses, flinching and quickly bending down to clean up the mess.
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"We got an empty cot, empty footlocker. They're both yours as long as you can last." Hurley glares at the new recruit before a sudden loud thump followed by a sharp yelp interrupts their conversation, causing the both of the two men to turn their heads toward the sound.
Hurley's gaze softens as he glances back towards the cabin, barely catching a glimpse of his daughter bending down to pick up whatever had fallen. "Good grief, Quinn." Stan rolled his eyes at his daughter's clumsiness, ignoring the way Mitch's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to see who the mysterious woman was.
There's a girl here? Mitch tilted his head to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse.
"Follow me." A deep voice cut through the silence, causing Mitch to turn his head swiftly. To his surprise, he noticed a tall, broad-shouldered man standing nearby, nodding towards him, urging him to follow.
Mitch's nodded as he shifted his eyes back and forth, alternating between the two men standing before him and the cabin. Following behind the guy, Mitch pressed his lips together in a small smile towards the old man. "See you out there. Heard a lot about you, by the way. Excited to see what you've got."
Stan let out a heavy sigh as he observed the new recruit walking closely behind Alex, studying his every move. After a second, he turned around and slowly walked up the stairs toward the cabin.
As Addy finishes cleaning up the mess and stands up, already feeling exhausted and drained, she glances out of the window. Her heart dropped into her stomach as her gaze locked onto a pair of eyes that she thought she would never see again.
Mitch?
Addy's heart skips a beat as she and the new recruit share a stunned gaze, their eyes widening with surprise and disbelief.
No...It can't be. Addy thought to herself as something inside her gut twisted.
He didn't look like the boy she had left behind. This Mitch was an older, muscular, and more intimidating version of him. With a rugged face and piercing gaze that seemed to cut through her like a knife. At first, his eyes revealed shock and disbelief, but then it was quickly replaced by something more intense and unsettling. His gaze turned colder and angrier as if a sudden realization had snapped a taut wire within him.
Attempting to shake off the fear that creeps up inside of her, Addy can't help but wonder why he would be here of all places. What could have happened?
It couldn't possibly be her Mitch, whom she thought would be happily married to Katrina and probably had kids by now. It couldn't be him. Was it her imagination playing tricks on her, or was it a hallucination brought about by the lack of sleep she had been experiencing?
"No.." Addy shakes her head slowly, ripping her gaze away from the recruit's burning glare. "There's no way that would-"
Suddenly, Hurley's voice jolts her out of her thoughts, making her realize that she hasn't even noticed the door to the cabin being opened. "We need to talk." Stan says, watching as Addison slowly sets the broken pieces of the mug down onto the counter.
"Not right now." Addy shakes her head and quickly turns to rush out of the room but is stopped by her father catching her arm.
Her heart beats erratically out of her chest as she snaps her gaze up to Hurley. "This isn't how I wanted you to find out." Stan whispered, his gaze softening as he saw the tears starting to well up in his daughter's eyes.
Shaking her head as she held back the burning sensation threatening to spill from her shocked gaze, Addy ripped her arm out of her father's grasp and rushed out of the cabin.
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Blinking in disbelief as he followed behind one of the other recruits, Mitch's body trembled with frustration and anger, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts all at once.
Was this some kind of sick joke? Why would a woman who looked exactly like his childhood best friend be here?
She died seven years ago.
He saw the paramedics rolling her body out of her house. Mitch went to her funeral. He mourned her. The only reason he pulled himself together was because of Katrina.
Anger seemed to replace any other emotions he had. He could feel the heat arising from his body as his breathing became more and more erratic. He tried to calm himself down, but the rage seemed to consume him entirely.
There wasn't any possibility that she could be alive. Or could she?
Shaking out of his thoughts as Alex swings the door open, Mitch glances back towards the cabin and walks inside.
Feeling the question burning, begging to be asked, Mitch turned to the other man. "Who was that woman in the cabin?"
Alex's eyebrows scrunched as she turned to meet Mitch's blank expression. "Who? Quinn?" The man shook his head as he scanned over Mitch's tense stance. "I don't know much about her. Other than the fact that she's been here for 6-7 years. She keeps to herself and doesn't really talk to the rest of us that much."
Alex shrugged as he pointed to a locker, changing the subject. "That's yours. Put your stuff away and meet by the cabin in 15 minutes." The man nodded toward the locker before heading back out of the homestead, leaving Mitch to shove his bag into the small metal cubby. Spinning around to a small sound coming from the door, Mitch's eyebrows knit together before he shut the metal door.
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"Okay, I'll just walk in the room and act like I don't see him." Addison whispered to herself, trying to figure out a way to approach the situation. "I don't look the same, right? He can't possibly know it's me."
Quietly and quickly walking towards the homestead, Addy pauses for a second, watching Alex leave the room. You can do this, Addy. He won't be that angry...right?
Softly placing her shaking hand up to the door, Addy pushes it open. Ignoring the nervous jitters wracking her body, she closes the door behind her and enters the room.
Scanning her nervous gaze around the numerous cots, her eyebrows furrow as she notes the empty room. He was just here. Where the hell could he have-
Suddenly, a pair of hands grip her shoulders tightly, roughly attempting to spin her around, but as soon as Addy spins around, she lifts her knee and collides it into the man's groin. A groan of pain escapes his lips as Addison attempts to further her attack. Rearing her fist back to land a punch, the guy suddenly catches her fist and spins her around till her back hits the wall behind her.
A gasp leaves the girl's lips as the man pins her against the wall with her clenched fist right beside her face. Ripping her gaze from her hand to her attacker, Addison's breath hitches. Dark, angry brown orbs met her own fierce gaze.
"Mit-"
"Who the hell are you?" Mitch's face turned beet red as he yelled, his veins bulging out of his neck. "Huh?" He continued, his anger boiling upon seeing the woman up close.
Feeling her own anger starting to rise within, Addison reared her head back and slammed it into his, making the man stumble back and lose his grip. "Well, if you would like me to explain—"
Suddenly, Addy flinched as Mitch regained his stance. Lifting his gaze back up to the woman, his features softened as he noticed the small vein poking out on her forehead. The same vein that used to poke out of his best friend's forehead when she was stressed about something. It is her.
"Mitch." Addy sucked in a breath, "It's me, okay. It's Addy. Just calm down, okay?"
"Calm down?" Mitch narrowed his eyes, keeping his piercing gaze fixed on the girl in disbelief.
"You died! I watched them wheel your body out of your house! I went to your funeral. How is this even possi-" Mitch paused as the gears in his head turned. "Did you fake your own death?!"
Addy swallowed. She felt her throat constricting as the guilt from seven years ago caught up with her. "I didn't have a choice."
Mitch blinked in disbelief, shaking his head. "You didn't have a choice?" he cocked his head to the side, taking a step closer. "You really think I'm going to believe anything you say, now? After what you did. You left me. You made me believe that you were dead! You were supposed to be the ONE person that would never leave me."
"I'm sorry." Addy shook her head, feeling the tears burn their way to her eyes. "Just let me explain—"
"No." Mitch shook his head, "You don't get to do that." he scolded, stepping closer to the woman till he was inches away from her. "Stay away from me. I mean it. I'm here for one thing and one thing only."
Stepping away from the girl, Mitch sent her one last glare before swiftly turning around and heading out of the room, leaving Addy to stand in place, shocked.
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flagellant · 2 years ago
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Please make the Heathers comic
The plot of Heathers, based on my understanding of Heathers via two songs before watching Heathers:
-There is a girl named Heather. She moves to a new high school where there are a clique of three other girls named Heather. Heather gets consumed by the Heathers into the clique and it's like evil Mean Girls (with stakes).
-The fourth Heather offends the Queen Heather version of Heather and so Queen Heather says "I'm going to murder you with a croquet hammer on Monday at school. Like, actual, literal murder you. I'm going to bash your head in. And I'm gonna get away with it because of uh, privilege maybe?"
-The fourth Heather, reasonably, isn't down for this, and has a song where she's like "I need to go into witness protection but I don't have a cool motorcycle so I've decided to sneak into Queen Heather's boyfriend's house to get super sexy and limitless over the weekend since I die on Monday and I might as well." I need all of you to know that I was 1. aware that in Dead Girl Walking the fourth Heather is revealed to be named Veronica and 2. This didn't stop me from thinking she was actually named Heather.
-Heather Sawyer tells the Queen Heather's boyfriend (J.D.) that it's fuck-or-die and also that she needs him to make the entirety of the town disappear, i.e. get destroyed in a bomb scenario.
-The next day, J.D. (i still didnt know his name this whole time btw) sneaks into Heather Sawyer's house and is like "Hey I've made it so that the school will blow up with a fake suicide note during homecoming. Then we're going to ride a cool motorcycle out of town as a nuclear meltdown happened or something, because for some reason OP thought that the entire town of Westerburg was destroyed in the end by a factory meltdown/explosion type deal.
-However, Heather Sawyer for some reason has killed herself? The boy is super sad about this but he's also clearly really into the violence actually because Heather Sawyer corrupted him into a psychotic evil breakdown due to her death sentence. Yeah IKR? Anyway. He promises he'll keep her dream of murdering the whole town alive anyway.
-Presumably he does that and the final scene of the moviesical is the town blowing up.
So yeah.
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Code Eikon: FFXVI/Code Geass Crossover
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Many things have decided the course of history, Ambition, Will, Love. But none more so then the that the Dominates, individuals gifted godlike power and able to transform into avatars.
Through their coveted power, nations have risen and fallen, as have those who wielded them.
Once many, now only eight are publicly known:
Pheonix, Dominate of Fire
Garuda, Dominate of Wind
Titan, Dominate of Earth
Ramuh, Dominate of Lightning
Shiva, Dominate of Ice
Leviathen, Dominate of Water
Bahamut, Dominate of Light
Odin, Dominate of Darkness
All others are remembered only in the annals of history, with Leviathen being the most recent to number among these lost eikon's, its dominate vanishing in a fierce battle with Shiva over the Bering Strait a century past. Yet hope remains by those who belive that these lost simple lay await for one's worthy of their blessings.
But as these giants quaked the earth with their presence, another power, known to only a few has coexisted in the shadows, veiled by its subtle graces, the power of Geass.
Tied to influencing the minds of men, save for those of the Dominates, it's proven eqully a blessing and a curse. Should one ever hold the power of both, there is to telling what upheaval will be unleashed. Could such a person save the world, or usher its ruin?
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Nations
Britannia - Eikon: Bahamut (Formerly: Knights of the Round)
An ever expanding nation, ruled by the Britannia royal family. Once able to call upon the spirit of the orignal Knights of the Round Table to fight in battle as host to the spirit of King Arthur himself by becoming a holy Paladin, however this power vanished from the Britannia bloodline when Charles Vi Britannia ascended the throne and began is imperialistic conquests.
It is clear to all, including Empeor himself, that those whom Britannia claim heritage to do not condone Britnania's self appointed reign over the world, but none dare speak this aloud for fear of losing face. Undeterred, Britannia instead makes use of the House Lesage, cousins to the royals, and dominates of Bahamut, the current being the beloved and courageous Prince Dion whose wings and flight of loyal dragoons, are a joyous sight to behold by Britannia forces, and dreaded by her enemies.
European Republic - Eikon: Titan
A conglomerate of nations and corporations bounded together by the promise of mutual gain and resistance against Britannia, the most powerful being DhalmekiCorp owned and headed by the Dominate of Titan, Hugo Kupka.
Though shrewd minded enough to leverage his influence as an invaluable asset, Hugo's infamous temper and the tremendous strength of Titan he wields is the true reason his word is often considered law among the European Council.
Rosaria (Annexed) - Eikon: Pheonix 
For years Rosaria stood as the sole nation able to resist Britannia on its own soil, by the grace of the Pheonix and the guile of the Rosfield line, they acted as a buffer between the bulk of the Imperial War machine and resource rich lands of its northern neighbor, fostering a strong fraternal alliance between the country's.
All this came to end sadly, when during a pilgrimage to the sacred site of Pheonix Gate the Duke and his loyal retinue came under attack by turncoats and Britannian black ops, in a traitorous plot engineered by the Duke''s own wife, Annabella, to gain favor with Britannia by returning them lands seceded.
During the fighting the Duke's two son's, Clive and the young Joshua, went missing, with the Duke Elwin found dead from gunshot wounds in his car a short distance from Pheonix Gate, the prevailing theory being that Joshua had primed for the first time during a failed getaway attempt with his father, only for his sickly body to become consumed by the power of the firebird, leaving no trace. However, despite the efforts of Britannia information suppression following Rosaria's annexation, survivor's of that terrible ordeal have been able to circulate that a second Eikon's flames may have burned that night, and that its dominant, along with the Rosfield's loyal canine Torgal, were seen being carried to parts unknown by a man in purple garb.
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Silverplaine (Annexed) - Eikon: Shiva 
A land rich in natural splendour and resources. Long an ally to its neighbour Rosaria, the commonwealth and the duchy have held each other in high regard, safeguarding the other from the covetous eye of Britannia.
Japan (Annexed) - Eikon: Leviathen (Lost) 
A nation with a storied history, Japan's past is rife with various conflicts as warring factionsz sought to guide it's destiny, however upon the openingg of its borders Japan united as never before when it beheld the various powers which threatened to swallow the island whole.
Modernising at a rapid rate, Japan sought to secure it's position on the world stage as a force to be reckoned with by seeking dominion over the Pacific, it's impressive navy and air force, flaked by the dominate of water, Leviathen, seemingly invincible as it expanded across the waves. However these aspirations were literally forzen in their tracks when Japan's military excursions into the northern territories protected by the Silverplaine Commonwealth brought the attention of the Frost Maiden, Shiva herself, who sealed the Lord of the Depths beneath the very waves they commanded.
Without Leviathen, Japan retreated back into a period of isolationism, but as superpowers such as the Chinese Federation, and the European Republic began to arise, the nation switched tactics once more, hoping to secure it's independence by foster of stronger diplomatic ties with foreign powers such as Britannia,  which seemed promising initially, with the Emperor giving two of his own children, the Prince and Princess Leuloch and Nannaly, as ward's of the Japanese prime minister. Tragically this proved but a ploy, with Britannia invading and annexing the island with its new knightmare frames in a swift and brutal war which seemingly claimed the lives of the young Prince and Princess as victims in the crossfire.
Now Japan is a nation occupied, its people denied even the dignity of a name, save the designation of Area 11, as various factions arising to resist their conquerors even seven years since their  official surrender, from remnants of the army, to youths continuing the fight their elders began, with little success against the substantially more advanced occupying forces. But a unifying factor may yet deliver salvation from this tyranny, even from an unexpected source, while others yet cling to the hope of Leviathen's resurgence to enact vengeance in Japan's name, needless of the danger that such hatred filled tides may drown them along with their foes.
Waloed - Eikon: Odin and Garuda 
A rising superpower orignating from Scandinavia, for the last fifty years Waloed has steadily grown into a nation to be reckoned with under the rule of Barnabus Tharmr, who seized control of his homeland when his powers as the dominant of Odin manifested. Renown throughout the world as the "Last King" for being the only remaining monarch still recognized outside of Britannia, Barnabus has successfully beaten back every foe he's faced, with not even the most advanced knightmare frame being a match for the Warden of Darkness on the field.
While their initial expansion made them an opponent of the European Republic, Tharm was able to form a tentative peace with them when the Chinese Federation siezed the opportunity to take control of the E.R's Eureasan territory when Barnabus' campaign began, in exchange for acting as a buffer between the two powers.
Though its clear to all the Republic now regrets this bargian, having underestimated the amount of territory that Waloed had the abiltiy to hold once the Federal forces were evicted. Now they must tread carefully less Odin's eye again turns to their borders. But Odin alone is not their only advantage, for the last few decades Barnabus has sought out Dominates seemingly for the purpose of bringing them under his command and securing his kingdoms position, rather then eliminate rivals as others have done in the past, and while this objective has had a setback when the dominant of Ramuh split from Waloed, the dominant of Garuda, Benedikta Harman remains steadfast as the head of the Waloed Intelligence Bureau, who rumour had it continues to hunt for her former mentor across the globe. While Britannia had in the past been content in ignoring Waloed as a potential rival, that soon changed when Britannia sought to contest their  ownership of Iceland, marking the first official engagement between the two powers.
However Britannia is reluctant to escalate the conflict beyond skirmishe with the majority of their forces still engaged with the European Republic, all the same it led to a spectacular event for the opposing armies when word of Prince Dion joining the fight prompted a appearance from Barnabus himself, the Eikons of Light and Darkness clashing in the skies above Iceland soon after, the island yet remains in dispute.
What many subject is truly given Britannia pause is the existence of two massive submersible vessels capable of launching powerful burst missiles, as well as drone support, which guard the nation, preventing any large scale air or sea assaults, the only means that Britannia would have of reaching Waloed territory. Indeed so long as the Skinfaxi and Hrímfaxi remain operational, any hope of challenging Waloed directly will remain out of reach. 
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