#she eats everything anyway

[theprissythumbelina]

Have I ever mentioned I caught my horse eating meat? She ate a dead pheasant, possibly more. Its very common, they have like a mile of intestines so meat is easily digestible by them. They shouldn't be let around baby chickens because they'll eat them whole sometimes. Contemporary sources claim the Hunnic warriors fed their horses venison after hard rides :)

I WOULD START LOOKING FOR HOUSES IN A DIFFERENT STATE

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[mitsybubbles]

Melina’s priorities

[in-finitives]

i think why i am drawn more to antagonists (especially TRAITOR antagonists cus goddd) is because they've walked away from all the people they cared about, all the people they loved, because this is a cause they care about. it is selfless. it is cruel. it is diabolical, actually. it is something the hero won't do. something even the hero is unwilling to sacrifice, but the traitor, well, they have given everything and they will give more. because when you commit an act of betrayal, you are betraying more, you are betraying yourself, you are betraying your morality so that everyone else can save their's. you are paving the road to heaven by going to hell. and if that isn't tragically evil idk what is

[xony]

finally re-watching s3 and oh my god, carmy literally ripping his heart out of his chest at the single most painful and vulnerable moment of his life so far and putting on a plate and serving it (unknowingly) to sydney?? and sydney looking at it and smiling bc she hasn't even tasted it but she already loves it??? insane behaviour

[rustedleopard]

I wonder if Flowey ever just... let Clover stay dead for longer than a few seconds after they died in a fight just to see what happens. I mean, he basically is the master of their fate and would probably get bored of seeing them repeat the same three routes over and over and over again. I feel like in between trying to push Clover to fight Asgore, he'd probably find the time to entertain himself watching other characters react to Clover's death to mix things up a bit.

[sidetongue]

this beautiful idiot went to live with someone else and honestly, both of our QOL are much better HAHA

[lylahammar]

I forgot to say it last night but happy new year everyone!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🎉🎊 let's make this year as good as it can be for ourselves!!! buy yourself a nice lil treat today to start off the year right! 💖

[pockethep]

Okay…now that I’ve calmed down…

This chapter was undeniably one of my favorites in the manga. It also feels like one of those moments where part 1 and 2 really run in parallel.

Just a few of my rambles on this chapter...

Happiness and Makima

As much as I hate him Barem is easily one of the most interesting characters in part 2.

Barem has an intense loyalty, and honestly somewhat of an obsession, with Makima and by extension her legacy. Even after Makima's death and being freed from her control, Barem continues with her goal of using Chainsawman to defeat the Death Devil. When Nayuta tried to use her control devil abilities on him, he resisted and admitted that his heart still belongs to Makima.

It's because of this that he's "honoring" her will and following the same guidelines Makima did. (She wrote the rulebook on torturing Denji) He's destroying Denji's happiness. He is taking EVERYTHING from Denji.

(Heck if you wanna go a step forward, he's taking that peace sign)

Of course we know that Makima's true goal was to create a better world so that she could stand equal with others and form relationships. Making an ideal world was her attempt to realize her own dream.

Barem doesn't understand Makima and his devotion is a misunderstanding about her beliefs, which is a great foil to Denji.

Throughout part 1, Denji was devoted to Makima despite not knowing her true goals until the end. Barem is devoted to Makima because he's deluded himself into believing that he understood her and did so enough to be able to follow through with what he thinks she wants.

Nayuta and Makima

Although I'm praying this is a fakeout or a body double or just some kind of ruse to get Denji to snap there are a lot of interesting differences between the Makima and Nayuta eating scenes.

When Denji eats Makima there is an entire dedicated set up. He chops ingredients and makes a home cooked meal, taking care to set up his dishes and table.

He actively takes time to savor the meal. He doesn't scarf down the food, the waits...lets the flavor sink into him...and continues eating relatively peacefully despite what's really going on. It was something deeply personal and he ate in an empty house.

But with Nayuta...

It's rushed, messy, and ugly. There's none of the previous tranquility. It tracks, Denji was in the safety of his home. But in Chapter 170 he's at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant. A buffet style restaurant thats filled with people while being antagonized by Barem (He even goes as far to say "Good Boy" to Denji) and having just come off of what happened in 168 and 169.

And this is all without him even knowing what he's eating.

Everyone in chainsaw man is hungry. They are starving for way more than they could ever stomach, and not always in the literal sense. They are hungry for revenge, money, comfort, love, whatever the opposite of being alone is to them, or whatever else. It is because of this yearning and hunger that so many of the characters end up exploited or worse.

If that head truly is Nayuta...now Denji is way past the point of no return.

There are very few stories currently running that can even begin to make me feel what Fujimoto can. He is a wonderful writer even if I wanna burn his pen sometimes.

[clegfly]

Finally got caught up with TADC and to no one’s surprise I’m now uncontrollably sobbing over the tragic doomed loving couple

[koka-mi]

Oh my gosh whyyyy am I so obsessed with numbers I don't like it at all this is driving me INSANEEEE😭😭IT'S GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS THE DAYS GO BY AAAA

[seafoam-taide]

unrelated experimental drawing of my beloved Everything which then turned into me thinking abt what if i put xer in regretevator bc im experiencing attacks on my psyche

[cream-and-tea]

heyyy don’t mean to bother you but did you know that um. You, now - the ones listening to my idling progress from back home in Glottage - you’re telling yourselves; Val cannot possibly be growing angry over something like this. How dare she? The hypocrite. How can this thing, this monster, this battle-saint, possibly find any kind of righteous anger in her twisted and repurposed heart for the lives of the fallen foe? How does our terrible Val think she can justify any kind of anger at the sight of the flattened and buried corpses of enemy civilians and enemy children, when we’ve already been listening to her murder police officers, soldiers and townsfolk single-handedly in turn? How can she be furious when we’ve heard her butcher her way through the little old ladies of the CLS in the hopeless effort to murder her own faraway mother? (Mockingly) See? You can be sacred and yet self-aware. Yes, I am culpable. I am dreadful. I have been responsible for great atrocities and I will commit a great many more before I’m done. And still - I am growing furious, as I walk through the devastation of this town. Because the wound of Sutler’s Weald is not like any wound I would make. It’s clumsy, it’s crude. It’s thoughtless. I begin to tell myself, as I walk - I wouldn’t have murdered them like this. I would have been kinder. I would have killed them quickly or gracefully, and there would have been beauty and strangeness in the manner of it. And even that’s all deception, even if I had been cruel and slow and lingering in the massacre of these innocent people, upon my whim - I would at least have looked them in the eyes, and I would have borne the weight of my cruelty. If they’d asked me to, I could have killed this town beautifully. And I’d have borne witness to the horror, and I’d have rejoiced in it - and it would have been considerably less vile and ugly than this. The ones back home, the ones who are listening in, I don’t think they know what they’ve done here. The line of connection between the victim and the victimiser, the sacrifice and the god - it’s long, and tangled, and indistinct. A god should not be able to avert her eyes. What a terrible thing it must be, to be monstrous and not even know it. And even if all of this is lies, even if I am just as bad and just as careless as the people back home who did this to Sutler’s Weald… …well, then, let me hate them, pure and simply, for being just as bad as me, because people - -people should be kinder than the gods that eat them. The town square is largely intact. A few burning cars, a single shrine and statue to some goddess of victory, her snapped-off arm raised in imagined triumph. I sit down upon the pavement in the ruined heart of the town, and I tell the dead people of Sutler’s Weald beautiful lies. I tell them that they survived, in their hundreds - miraculously and inexplicably, dodging the bombs. Not a single victim, not one death. An act of divine mercy. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that they were buried properly, according to whatever rites or customs they happen to cherish. When that doesn’t work, I try and turn them into my mother again, in the hopes of making the dead people hateful to me. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that I’m sorry. I tell them I wish they still had ears to become all the wondrous imaginings I had in store for them. I tell them… …that all things considered, they deserved a better avenging and foreign god, a better tormentor, a better oblivion, than the one that was forced upon them. (With cold fury) I tell them- I will find a way to give them something better.

[searsage]

Enemy Mine!AU

An AU where humans are at war with the precursor race, a fude that spured from a misunderstanding and culture shock. [We are going with 'the thing' primise in which they encountered mankind and immediately assumed it was okay to assimilate this unfortunate species into the network and due to the lack of understanding between them and humans this act is repelled with drastic and aggressive force, sparking a galactic wide war where both races fighting like they are five and the other just ate their chocolate twinky.

Many deaths and blood shed later Robin a pilot fighter and ex resercher looking to make her name on the boards ends up flundering on her first real air strike, a slip up that results in her teammates being shot out of the sky and the wing of her fighter jet being blown clean off, with literal seconds of power left in her jet the indignant researcher decides fuck it.

And attempts a suicide maneuver, colliding her jet head first into the enemy vessel, this irrational and unpredictable act earns her a collision but also destroys her jet sending her and the enemy space vessel down into the atmosphere below in a flurry of flames.

But unpredictably the crash landing on the planet below doesn't kill her and she wakes up on a cold alien world with rabidly dwindling oxygen.

Ill prepared and with few resources she's forced to pillage the surrounding crash site and enemy vessel or risk suffocating the planet's atmosphere before Alterra comes to retrieve her.

Unfortunately she quickly finds her nemesis isn't dead either, at least not completely yet, and what she assumes is a dead precursor ends up being far from dead and desperatly looking in need of a new vessel.

Said vessel being Robin.

Who finds out its pretty hard to avoid a centauric alien tank dying or not.

Hours later she wakes to find the architect has set up post in her head and demands she restore his vessel, of course this goes about as well as her suicide attempt..

His indignance is met with a big fat no.

Unfortunately the threat of rapidly dwindling oxygen and the potential yo die trapped within his expired host the two are forced to strike a truce, she'll farry him to a precursor sanctuary where he can rendezvous with his own and he will aid her in accessing the alien oxygen canisters littered throughout the planet's surface, thus providing her the means to survive until Alterra arrivals to survey for any human survivores.

It's convenient but not ideal o either party, however sharing a mind with the alien enemy comes with Its perks.

Assimilation.

And Robin quickly finds herself privy to the truth behind the war.

A truth that could undoubtedly put end to a century long conflict.

However not everyone wants such a profitable war to end, and from precursor warpers hellbent on extracting her brain and liberating the architect hostage trapped within, to Alterra marking her as a ran away turn coat corrupted by the enemy to be killed on sight..

Robin quickly realizes a testy head voice with a superiority complex is the least of her worries.

Inspirations : Enemy mine, enders game some other themes im too drunk to recall.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"How's your wound? You need to open it. It needs to be aired to heal."

KIZIL GONCALAR (2024-2025). EPISODE 32.

[aroacettorney]

we talked a lot about how the incidents in delica absolutely broke ludger, but tbh, casey didnt come out of it unscathed either.

imagine how lonely you must have been to willingly travel to such a distant land just to see someone who was potentially like/similar to you. and when you thought you finally got a best friend who could understand you in a way that no one else could, they turned out to be something you would absolutely abhor with your entire existence. they gave no explanations. they bothered not with excuses. there wasnt even enough time for you to grieve what you just lost because they forced your hands to fight them in a death battle. without a word, they just simply vanished as if your friendship in the past few months meant absolutely nothing to them and you were left alone again, trying to navigate when and what went wrong all by yourself. there was a mix of burning hatred, betrayal, and sadness inside you, but there was no longer anyone for you to talk about it — no one that could understand it. you endured all those feelings for three years with no one to share while chasing after your old-best-friend-now-turned-archenemy for answers because they never gave you the closure you deserved.

even when you finally learned the truth, you realised that they had never trusted you nor your abilities enough to even consider working together. rather, they took on the most extreme measure and didnt hesitate to make you their biggest enemy all the while keeping all their troubles and pains to themselves. best friends, friends, friendly acquaintances, private detective and their client — it turned out that your relationship was neither of them. was it truly your one-sided assumption after all? or perhaps, was it because you failed them when you could have known better and done better? still wanting to keep believing that your companionship was once real, your guilt started gnawing on your conscience. not only you couldnt save them, but your inadequateness also doomed them to their worst fate possible.

then, the opportunity came. you finally mustered up all the courage to utter an apology. even though they acknowledged it, they made no intention to accept your peace offerings. they reminded, "our alliance is temporary". they stressed, "enemies are what we are destined to be". what a fool you were, trying to save a relationship that never existed. either that, or you had never truly been forgiven. they wanted nothing to do with you. they needed not saving by you. it wasnt a closure you wanted but its still a closure you got. in the end, you were left alone once more, with the knowledge of a possibility that you also might not be able to save them again this time.