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replicantdeviancy · 4 months ago

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Remarkable how such a rudimentary venture of calling upon a potential witness for inquiry into an extraordinary case had taken so unexpected a turn. Connor still found himself just a little bit mystified at how effortlessly the priest had softened his defenses, how he had eased him through his momentary withdrawal as the topic had become more personal to the detective. It wasn’t the fear of judgment or ridicule that had elicited his reaction, but it was a feeling just as intrinsically woven, manifested out of necessity for survival in his youth. A want to be seen as normal, untainted, so that he might be spared the social isolation. & he played the part well, having excelled in his career & earned a name for himself, as well as a promotion at such a young age. He was well liked, a respected member of the Detroit police. Connor didn’t want to lose that security.

It was something to be said, then, that the priest maintained that sense of comfort throughout their conversation, that he had cultivated an ambiance of tranquility in spite of the purpose of the detective's visitation. However, it didn't mean that he would be willing to further articulate his experiences in childhood. Endlessly patient as he could be, everyone had their limits. Yet he was cordial, always so professional. The corners of his defined lips quirked gently. “Maybe another time…” He remained poised, curious. It didn’t feel conclusionary, this small rebuttal. The way his dusky voice had softened as it drifted into a temporary silence, the window of opportunity had not been shut between them. There would be other moments, future possibilities if the priest should still want his answers. Connor wasn’t exactly an open book, but he did occasionally find another person outside of family ties that he could bare his soul to. Maybe, if he were granted the luxury of time, this enigma would reveal himself.

Neither had yet entirely shown their hand. James continued to hold back, to gatekeeping access to that pertinent information he knew the detective’s starved mind coveted like a desert flower craved water. Frustrated & parched, his dark eyes silently asked, but again, he received more warnings. Connor should have been angry, should have seen fit to find another way into the priest's head, coax his cooperation. But there was just something about James that kept that particularly nasty part of his mind at bay, quieted the darker urges in him. Be it his manner, his presumed holiness, or those damnable kind eyes of his, he kept the younger man in a state of ease. Effortless. As though he knew the very language of his soul, invoking some arcane hymn to still him.

So it was with an exhalation of breath from his nose & that constant eager stare that Connor resigned himself to waiting. It didn’t take as long as he’d imagined, as something invisible shifted within the priest’s mood. Intangible, yet readily felt. Connor continued to observe him with a mounting curiosity as he reached for that glass again, indulging himself in another taste as his gaze drifted elsewhere. Towards the present vice within reach. Tempted, but not by earnest desire. No, this was a man yearning for courage, for strength against an old scar burnt into the marrow of his being. Once more, the detective felt the subtle waves of apprehension rippling off of the man before him. He could sense it, understanding, but he could choose not to experience it.

Such was the nature of his empathy.

Silence followed, a momentary pause as the older man sat contemplative. Now he was the one choosing his words. It was a time to remain still, to say nothing; no encouragements nor questions. & silent, Connor stayed, his curious eyes softening as lips gently pouted. The wait was only a little, as words soon flowed water. A murky ocean. James spoke of darkness, of evils worse than humanity. In that threadbare instance, the detective felt his skepticism rise & wane, as he himself believed that mankind was the truest of evils, as much as it was the greatest of virtues. But there was more to the priest’s story, & he laid before the young detective offerings of his knowledge with a firm tone that Connor swore held a tinge of sadness.

He spoke of a family, a woman overtaken by some blight. Lives ended, a child left alone to suffer. That meager pout that bestowed the pretty detective with a cherubic softness slowly fell as the tale unfolded, & the scene began to form in his mind. Bare, shadowed images in a haze of the unknown, Connor could see faint, scattered reconstructions of potential variations, his imagination running wild. & all at once, it was reigned in, the perverse simulations abruptly dissipating into nothingness as his attention was redirected with new questions. James was watching him intently now, just as intently as Connor had been watching him. The detective blinked once, twice. His brows had knitted as he had absorbed this troubling information. His expression reflected his inner turmoil, the story having left him feeling perplexed.

“...You're asking for my opinion without reviewing the case file?” But as the seconds passed & the detective gathered himself, he began to think critically. He tried to look at it from two perspectives, though naturally, Connor drifted towards the logical. He wasn’t a doctor, wasn’t a psychiatrist or physician. But he was educated in forensics & psychology - criminal psychology, technically - which gave him some authority to speculate. Pearl white teeth worried the inside of his bottom lip as he pontificated, eyes falling away, towards his joined hands. He was still leaning forward just that little bit, his posture unchanged. Perhaps it wasn’t so appropriate any longer, but he didn’t move away.

Finally, Connor looked at James. “Well… Without knowing the environmental elements & using the presumption of a schizophrenia diagnosis as our example… It tends to manifest itself later in development, often appearing well into adulthood.” His voice wasn’t so confident anymore, no longer emboldened by their shared amicable flirtatiousness. This fragment of time between them held a solemness, a foreboding. This story, however it had reached the priest, felt personal. Connor was careful to tread lightly. “If left improperly treated or without adequate medication... If the subject were especially paranoid or…devoutly religious… there's potential cause & effect as to how the illness presented itself, & its progression.” As much as it pained him to mention it, religion did hold merit here. There had been subjects in the past that had been expressly devout, & their faith had manifested in delusions of voices, of demonic hallucinations. The fear of losing their immortal soul had led to violence, even murder. Connor was all too familiar with the subject, though he wasn’t intent on broaching it.

Just the facts. He didn’t want to anger the priest. But more than that, he sincerely didn’t want to hurt him. James was a kind, decent soul. He deserved kindness in return. Connor shifted a little in his seat, the slender leg which had perched crossed atop its twin slowly moving to rest at its side, knees together. A gentler pose, just a little more open. Inviting. A silent invitation to become more open in return. “But it could have just as easily been encephalitis. Epilepsy. An infection that caused swelling of the temporal lobe. I'm not a psychologist, so I can only make an educated guess.”

He searched the old man's eyes for any hint as to what he was feeling, ready to reassure or comfort, though he wasn’t about to walk back his position. He’d defend his logical stance on this, but he wasn’t going to refute a man his beliefs. On the contrary. “You're not being deceitful; to your knowledge, your account of the event is accurate.” That faint smile returned, just a little shy. How was in that this boy could conclude the trustworthiness of James’ statements? Just another gift of his. “& I think everything you've mentioned has a perfectly rational explanation.” There. He had given the priest his honest opinion. Yet something told him that this was deeper than a disturbing but unrelated case. “...But that's what you're getting at, is it?”

James hoped that the other man could see it, that he wasn't there trying to wrap him around his little finger, wasn't trying to goad information out of him, but simply being open with him, letting him say as much or as little as he wanted. Wasn't that a part of the priest's job? His duty? To listen? To help? Maybe the former hadn't been at the top of the Brit's list of wants when he'd started his journey into becoming a man of the cloth but it was one that he'd taken to rather well, letting people talk to him, get things off their chest without worry of persecution or judgement. At least, he hoped they knew the last part. He wasn't entirely naive enough not to know that some only spoke to him because they saw him as little more than a supposed ticket into Heaven as if he had God himself on speed dial. That thought alone was enough to date how long he'd been walking the Earth -- - did the younger generations even know what speed dial was these days?

But regardless of what James was, it didn't guarantee him or anyone else anything, he couldn't promise that everyone who crossed his path would enter Heaven, he couldn't even say for certain whether he'd end up there either, but he could at least try and alleviate people's suffering while he could still have a say in things. Even if it was something as simple as talking. Whether he was able to get through to the detective or not, he now knew more about him, maybe they'd even opened the door to a possible friendship in the future as well, and if not? The Brit would always be there if Connor wanted or needed someone to talk to. He may not always be in the same country as him, but when had that stopped the Englishman from still being there for someone? He'd happily give up a few hours at stupid o'clock in the morning just to help someone out, even if by simply lending them a kind ear.

For the time being, he was still there, still in reaching distance, and he'd give the American every last morsel of his attention. It seemed that trauma hadn't triggered the way the younger man was, or his brothers, that was one less layer to tear at, not that it made things any easier when trying to carefully broach the subject of the supernatural to someone who had scarcely dipped their toe into that world without even knowing it. Just seeing the remnants of it was enough to pull someone in, but Connor had someone there to warn him off, to try and save him from the rather unforgiving enlightenment that stood at the other end. He wouldn't hand it out to him without one hell of a fight first. Metaphorically speaking, of course. He needed him to understand the severity of what he was getting into before throwing him into the deep end. "Do you mind me asking what happened to you to make it worse?" He asked out of genuine curiosity, every little bit of information helped but he also wasn't there to pull out the guy's teeth. If there was anything he didn't want to expand on, he didn't have to and James wouldn't push him.

Hearing about this Zlatko Andronikov character only confirmed some of what the northerner had presumed, not only having to see it for himself but having a mind that seemed to toy with the image, copy it, embed it into his soul alongside who knows how many other horrific scenes the youngster had endured. That, James could relate to, to a certain degree. He didn't have quite the same memory, but his nightmares did tend to pick up on the worst he'd come across, the sight of his parents being one, his times in Hell another and a few exorcisms that hadn't gone the way he'd hoped. After all, James was good at his job, and well known for it, but even he wasn't perfect, things still went wrong, demons were slippery, cunning, and although the Brit could give as good as he got, not every situation was the same. He always told himself 'you win some and you lose some' and there was no point in beating yourself up about the failures, they were over, regardless of how much he wished otherwise. But why drown himself in something he couldn't change when there were others depending on him? Then again, there were times when he did change things, when he'd literally thrown himself into Hell just to right the wrongs he couldn't bear to let go.

He had a feeling that Connor would understand that, the determination, the stubbornness, the very same kind that had him still sitting there, playing the priest's apparent game as he tried to understand what the older man was trying to fend him off from. Why did he have a feeling that neither of them would outright win?

Yet he kept telling him he could handle whatever it was he trying to shield him from, that he'd already faced horrors, he could add some more on top -- - not many people had the option whether or not they wanted to delve into that side of the world. Usually, it was thrust upon them, engulfing them, swallowing them whole and spitting them out the other side without a care. For once, this man had a choice and James needed him to understand that. If he'd been given a choice whether or not to tread into that world, would he have walked away or would he have ended up on a similar path? He supposed it wasn't fair to ask, he'd only understand once he'd taken that step and it was already too late. "It's as a friend that I'm giving you the chance to walk away from this and I'll continue to do until the veil is lifted... because after that, there's no going back. You need to understand that." Another warning left him, still as gentle as he watched him, a heavy sigh passing between his. lips.

Looking off to the side, James reached for his glass of whisky again and took another sip, this time finishing the glass as he eyed the bottle, more than a little tempted to top it up. He'd wait a while and see how he felt, he'd maybe need another swig depending on how the conversation went from there. "All right then..." He announced as he looked back at the detective, his chin lifting a little as a more serious twang swept over his expression, washing away that cheeky glint in his eyes. "You've seen things. Through your own eyes, through others, you've seen a darkness in humanity that could make even the strongest of minds shrivel up in a corner and cry for their mother." That wasn't much of a guess, less a question and more of a statement. "But there's worse things in this world than humanity, Connor." His tone darkened, staring down the American with barely a blink.

"A mother, for example. Kind woman, would've given her right arm for her family without hesitation." He began, sitting straighter as he began to describe a very real situation, an all too real family. "Husband's away for work, kid's at school... then one day, she starts acting strange. Small things, at first. Starts getting angry at the tiniest thing, talking and muttering to herself in Latin... then she starts ignoring her child, acts like they're not even there. Kid notices, thinks she's sick, does all he knows to do, calls the doctor, bloke throws a few medications her way and buggers off." He shrugged a shoulder, lips tightening ever so slightly. "Doesn't improve. This mum, she gets worse, resigns herself to her room, won't open the door, locks it, stays in there 24/7. Kid gets scared, as is only normal, calls the father and tells him everything he can. The old man drops everything and comes home." He continued, as if summarising a children's book, or a horror book, as the case may be. "Bloke gets back, tells the child not to enter, gets into the room, only to find his wife pinned to the wall, no one else there..." This time, he leaned forward again very slightly, still not taking his eyes off Connor. "She starts levitating, picks up her husband and throws him across the room like a bloody ragdoll. Guy tries to fight back in his own way..." He wasn't about to go into detail about that just yet. "Then in comes the kid. They're curious little creatures, aren't they? Hears his mother cackling and screaming, the father raising his voice in Latin, kid just wants to know what the bloody Hell's happening, right?"

Maybe he regretted not pouring himself some more whisky before. "Anyway, kid wanders in, old man's distracted and boom, bloke's neck is snapped like a twig." His head shook, visibly pained by what he was saying. It didn't matter who or what, it was still difficult and still something that nobody should ever have to go through. "By this time, the mum's at death's door, starts spouting nonsense about revenge and then... drops to the floor like nothing happened. Except, she's conscious, compos mentis, but there's so little of her left all she can do is lay in her child's arms and tell him her she's sorry, and how much she loves him. Kid's crying, begging her not to leave him and then..." He imagined he didn't need to continue at that moment, decidedly grabbing the bottle of whisky and pouring himself another glass, this time filling it up halfway rather than little more than a shot's worth. "So... what was it? Severe mental breakdown? Schizophrenia? Psychogenic death?" He questioned, taking a gulp of his drink. "What about the father? Spontaneous cervical fracture?" James took another hefty swig of the whisky, pausing a moment to feel the welcome burn in his throat. "Thoughts? Comments? What do you think? Load of bollocks or real?"

#cheekypriest #˾ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ & ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇ��ᴛᴇꜱ ̚ ;; ⁱ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰʸ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈ ᵒʳ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ.▐ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #Oof this one hurt to write.#This also became so long omg.#I’m cutting myself off at 1.5 pages after this.#But the muse was really moved by James’ story.

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dfroza · 2 years ago

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it was God who created sex to populate garden earth with life that flourishes

and it is a form of pleasure for humans.

but it is also sacred. meaning, a guarded trust shared between two bodies who become as “One” body

spiritual truth for people made in God’s image as male & female is that sex is only meant for the marital bond of husband & wife. outside of this violates the truth of eternal Love.

we see this mirrored in Today’s reading of chapter 5 in the ancient book of Proverbs for december 5 of 2022:

Here’s what you should do to be satisfied:

go home and drink in the pleasures of your own cistern, your wife;

enjoy the sweet, fresh water that has been there all along, flowing from your own well.

Take care. Should your own springs, your body, be freely shared?

Should your streams of water satisfy anyone in the streets? Absolutely not!

They should be kept pure for you and you alone,

not for sharing with strangers.

May your fountain, your sex life, be blessed by God;

may you know true joy with the wife of your youth.

She who is lovely as a deer and graceful as a doe—

as you drink in her love,

may her breasts satisfy you at all times.

My son, why get caught up in some other woman

and embrace the breast of a stranger?

You see, the Eternal sees our ways before Him.

He watches every move we make and knows where those paths lead.

The wicked will be snared by their own wrongdoing.

Their flaws will tie their own hands, and they will be dragged through life by the cords of their sins.

Because they have no discipline, their spirits die and their bodies will soon follow;

because they are immensely foolish, they wander lost and confused.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 5:15-23 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Wisdom recognizes the beauty of sexual intimacy. After all, God designed us as sexual beings. But for physical intimacy to retain the beauty of its design, it must be shared wisely. It is meant to be shared with someone who is your own. In marriage two become one (Genesis 2:24), so they belong together and belong to each other. In that safe place of belonging, one finds fulfillment. So a husband or a wife must partake only of the partner’s body and love. To seek intimacy elsewhere is foolish.

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A personal note:

we are each born on earth virgin pure, and are meant to guard our virginity even though many fail to do so. there is grace for this to cleanse just as with many things we do, to bring us back to truth. only the “marriage bed” is pure for sex to be shared between a man & a woman. this isn’t what the world embraces since people live however they choose, but it is meant for us as children of Light, as daughters and sons of our beautiful mysterious Creator (our heavenly Father who is revealed “illuminated” in the Spirit and the Son)

and in a “spiritual” marriage the Spirit is seeking garden earth for a pure Bride (and Queen) of the eternal King (becoming His Body and Church)

just as God originally formed the beautiful mystery of a woman from Adam’s body who was made directly in God’s image. and so we see the way the “Two” are joined back into “One” body through a sexual bond.

and we must see the beauty of rebirth in it all with A new Adam & Eve who are destined to share A new earth in A grand end of time

knowing that the True nature of Love never ends… (it is eternal)

and so we see the mystery of a divine marriage proposal in the sacred writing of the Scriptures that were pieced Together as the “books” of the Bible over many many years of earth’s time.

will you be One who treasures this spiritual truth deep on the inside? someone who will bravely stand for it no matter what opposes it in this world?

will you be open to “believe…” (?)

my own heart as a book (as a gentle mirroring of this) has been intentionally designed to propose to someone in the seeking… someone who will choose a rebirth of the heart (spirit) and the same baptism as i (in Spirit and the body in earth’s sacred water)

(to truly see eye-to-eye by first meeting inside)

this is A pure Winter’s dream

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theerurishipper · 3 years ago

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The Ackerbond

One of the most controversial topics in this entire fandom is the concept of the Ackerman bonds. Beliefs range from insisting that the Ackermans are slaves, to insisting that there is no such thing as an Ackerbond. Not made better by Isayama's very vague descriptions in his Answers book, and by Eren's speech to Mikasa.

So, I'm writing this post to hopefully address all the interpretations out there and also share my own.

The Ackermans

In chapter 63, Mikasa and Levi have a chat, in which Mikasa reveals that her father's clan was persecuted in the cities, which led him to flee to the mountains. Levi reveals that Kenny Ackerman once had a moment where he felt an absurd amount of strength flow through his body, and then he knew what to do. Mikasa and Levi admit that they had moments like those too.

In chapter 65, Kenny's grandfather reveals that the reason the Ackermans were persecuted was because they refused to bow down to the ideology of the King any longer, after years of being the royals' sword and shield. They were one of the clans that was not affected by the power of the Founder, and so they were hunted down. Their persecution continued even after the head of the clan surrendered, and only ended when Uri Reiss put an end to it.

In chapter 93, Magath tells us that the Ackerman clan is a sub-product of Titan science, and that they only existed in the legends of the royals. So they don't know all that much about them in Marley either.

In chapter 112, Eren says that the Ackermans possess the power of a titan in a human body, which is why they are so strong. They receive the experiences of the previous Ackermans through Paths and are able to channel them.

In chapter 126, Hange points out that the only reason Levi survived his injuries was because of his Ackerman strength.

In 138, we find that Ackermans are not affected by the gas, and cannot turn into titans. It was kind of unclear in the earlier chapters, because it was unclear if Levi even drank the wine.

Eren's words

The controversy creator, the chapter that had all Mikasa haters on the edge of their seats. I'll just let Eren take the floor, cause his arguments are so poorly thought out on hindsight.

Basically, Mikasa imprinted on Eren in that moment by mistaking him for her "host," and lost her free will and her real self, becoming enslaved to Eren, which is why she follows him.

Now I could go ahead and shoot all this down, could let myself go to town on this, but why should I when Zeke does it for me? Chapter 130, for reference.

So there you have it, straight from the mouth of Zeke Yeager himself! There is no programed behavior or impulse. Mikasa just loves Eren so much she wants to follow him to the ends of the Earth (One could wonder how Zeke "emotional constipation is real, life is meaningless and nothing matters" Yeager is so knowledgeable on matters of the heart, but I digress).

Answers

The other most valuable resource for learning about the Ackermans, vague as Isayama is in it. @lostcauses-noregrets has an Ackerman Masterpost on their blog where there are some translations for what exactly has been said in the book. I'm not putting them here because they aren't mine, but the gist of it is that the Ackermans have the quality of choosing a person to "bond" with, but that it is simply their nature to choose someone to follow.

And they are not enslaved and unable to carry out their own wishes. Despite being "Ackerbonded" to Erwin, Levi let him go even when he could have saved him. Despite being "Ackerbonded" to Eren, Mikasa beheads him. They all disagree with the person they consider their liege many times, but they still continue to devote themselves to that person. And that is by their own choice.

And Isayama says that if they bond with someone, they are able to unleash amazing power. I think we see it when Levi chases Zeke, or with Mikasa in Liberio, or maybe when she chases Annie. These Ackerpowers are different from the Ackerbond though. The powers are awakened presumably when the Ackerman is in a high stress scenario, and then they know what to do thanks to the instinct.

We can't say when Kenny might have "awakened," but Mikasa awakened when she killed her kidnappers, and Levi might have awakened at the end of ACWNR, which I am inclined to believe because of how this paragraph is written.

Everything that Farlan and Isabel had—their dreams and hopes, their happiness and their sadness—they had taken all of those important, valuable things, and erased them from this world.

The six titans, done with eating every other person in sight, spotted Levi standing alone in stunned silence. They began to all approach him at once.

“You……bastaaaaaaaards—!!”

Something within Levi exploded.

Unbounded anger overtook him, painting his sight red, and whatever followed didn’t show any trace in his memory.

But this is my personal opinion, so feel free to disagree.

That being said...

The Ackerbond

It is established that it is an instinctive part of the Ackermans to form bonds with a person. It is also established that this does not stem from any sort of programming, rather from their own nature. Mikasa and Levi especially, are the kinds of people whose nature it is to protect. Their desire to follow someone isn't slavery, rather it is a conscious choice.

Let me put it this way. Anger is a trait that can be learnt in life and also acquired through genetics. If it is so, then anger is literally in a persons genes, it is part of their nature. They can't help but get angry. But whether or not the individual choses to act on it is not part of that. A person can choose to blow up and yell, or simmer quietly, walk away and calm down. That is a conscious choice that is made, whether or not to let the instincts take over.

It is the same here. Perhaps the desire to form that sort of a protective bond with someone is a common trait shared by all members of the clan, but whether they choose to act on it is up to them. In the story itself, all three Ackermans have found some person with whom they have established this sort of bond, because if they didn't, then what's the point of introducing this sort of concept?

The three bonds established in the series are Mikasa-Eren, Levi-Erwin and Kenny-Uri.

Mikasa and Eren

Mikasa and Eren's bond is the point around which the story revolves. It starts when Eren, in an act of kindness, wraps his scarf around Mikasa after she has lost everything. The world Mikasa had known before the loss of her parents had vanished and Mikasa had lost everything. In that moment, Eren gave her a home when she had lost hers. He saved her when she had lost everything. The scarf she wears, to Mikasa, represents her home, the kindness that Eren gave her. Eren is her home, and she does whatever is in her power to keep him safe.

As for Eren, Mikasa is someone who will protect him no matter what, and will love him unconditionally no matter how not special he is. Even if he thinks that people should live freely and not tied to another person, Mikasa's love means a lot to him.

What Isayama says he intended to portray with them is that Mikasa looked up and admired Eren as someone who gave her everything, and swore to follow him and protect him, but Eren was even more childish than Mikasa. The fact that Mikasa swore to follow someone who was a child, as a child herself, both lacking development as individuals helps us watch their journey.

Mikasa clings to the image of Eren as she knew, as the one who wrapped the scarf around her neck, and is forced to confront the reality of who he is, someone who has been kind to her, but also someone who is willing to hurt others. In the end, she comes to understand the part of Eren that she has ignored all this while. She decides to stay true to her principles and morals by killing Eren in the end, but now with a full understanding of who Eren really is, she decides to continue loving him for what he means to her, for all he had done for her by giving her a home and for promising to wrap the scarf around her.

Kenny and Uri

Kenny is someone who is driven by a desire for power, it is to power that he is a slave. Kenny hunts down Uri Reiss who captures him in his titan. When Uri kneels in front of him and asks for forgiveness, Kenny is amazed and moved that someone with so much power would bow down to someone like him. It is at this moment that he decides to follow Uri, to understand him.

As for Uri, I guess that the memories he inherited from the titan made him disillusioned in humanity, but meeting Kenny restored his faith in humanity, and he longed to build them a paradise. It was meeting Kenny that set him back on this path, and to him, their friendship is a true miracle.

Kenny sees that Uri has a unique vision of the world. He wants to build a paradise for people, he's kind, and despite his power, he kneeled before Kenny in humility. For Kenny, a person with power is capable of anything, and having power is the most important. But the one with so much power willingly bowed to him. Kenny sees the titan power Uri has, and he wants it so that he can see the world the way Uri does. The scene Uri sees of compassion, is what Kenny wants to see as well. It is for that reason that Kenny continues to fight, to see the scene that Uri saw, which is Kenny's connection to his liege, the person that saw something good in someone like him, who believed in him despite everything he was.

In the end of his life, Kenny realizes that even Uri was a slave to something, and understands that the power is not what makes someone compassionate. In a poetic end to his story, Kenny gives Levi the serum instead of using it on himself in a selfless act, and finally sees the scene which Uri saw.

Levi and Erwin

Levi and Erwin don't meet on the best of terms. Erwin coerces Levi into joining the Survey Corps, and Levi is intent on killing him. Upon the loss of Levi's only friends, everything he had, Erwin gives Levi a speech which awakens him to a sense of purpose. Levi understands that Erwin sees something he cannot and wants to understand what it is, which is why he follows him. In the years that pass, Levi understands that thing and decides to help Erwin achieve it. Levi decides to follow Erwin because he thought that he had altruistic motives that Levi had never considered. Erwin gave him purpose and direction in his life, which was otherwise empty.

As for Erwin, Levi is someone with whom he can share his burdens, someone he can truly trust to always be by his side. Levi gives Erwin his strength and provides him with motivation by offering support and encouragement no matter what his decision lead to. Even when it is revealed to Levi that Erwin has selfish motivations, he still remains unflinchingly loyal to him, and continues to follow him. And when Erwin finally breaks down on that crate, Levi is there to assure him of his worth and helps him take control of his life once more, and helps him let go of his dream and ride to his death. And Levi again, chooses to let Erwin rest so that he does not have to come back and suffer as a devil once more.

Levi makes a promise to Erwin, and it is something he is intent on carrying out as it is to him, Erwin's last order. Certainly he has his goal of saving humanity, but the promise is tied to Erwin in a way that makes it personal between them, as it is something they shared. This is what connects him to Erwin, and he is determined to carry it out. And no matter what, he will not regret letting Erwin go, and he will carry his burdens, content with the fact that he has let him rest at last.

A metaphor for Love, I would say.

Despite the obvious difference between Mikasa-Eren compared to Levi-Erwin and Kenny-Uri (both of which have some parallels if one wants to look at it in that way), there is one thing in common. In all of these, the person each Ackerman chooses is someone who has had a lasting impact on their life, without whom they would not be who they are today. This person is an integral part of their characters. And there is something tangible in the story itself, that connects the Ackermans to their lieges.

What sells it for me that this is not a relation between a master and a slave, however, is that even the people who are the "lieges" are impacted significantly by there relationships. The most significant scenes in their character arcs (for those who have one) happen alongside their Ackerman. Which means that it is a mutual, equal relationship on both sides.

The lieges in each case, give the Ackerman something worth living for, when they have lost everything, be it a home or purpose in life. They give the Ackerman a reason to live. And the Ackermans, in all cases, devote themselves to this person, and support them unconditionally, continuing to remember and fight for them even after they have passed. It is the ultimate expression of loyalty and devotion. It is the ultimate expression of love.

The end of the story itself, is about love. Ymir Fritz loved King Fritz, but wanted to break free from him, because she did not want to be a slave. She saw in Mikasa the ability to break free from her slavery to him. She saw in Mikasa her capacity for unconditional love, how she would continue to love Eren, and yet be able to break free from him. She saw how she would love Eren, always, but be able to kill him if that was what had to be done.

Eren believes that one must be unattached to be free, but fails to realize that Mikasa's freedom is in loving Eren, and following him. The freedom the Ackermans have, is in following the person who gave them everything.

I believe that SNK is perhaps not a romance, but it is most certainly a love story. Love is not portrayed as the magical, pink hearts and rainbow-y thing that we find in most kids shows. But however, love is a strong force in the story, something that can drive a person to do anything. Like Carla's sacrifice for her son, or the love between Ymir and Historia. In my opinion, no one represents this better than the Ackermans.

Mikasa, who would love Eren no matter how he hurt her, no matter what he's done, because she knows him, and she can accept him fully and continue to love him.

Levi, who would love Erwin enough to take away all his burdens from him, and allow him to rest in peace, even though he would like nothing more than to bring him back.

Kenny, who would admire and love him Uri he had never loved anyone else in his life, who wished to see what he saw, who fought for him even after he passed.

They aren't slaves. Everything they've done, they've done with free will. They loved freely and they were loved back.

Eren, who would love Mikasa for all she has done for him, and want her to be happy and free, who gave her a home to return to.

Erwin, who would admire and trust Levi deeply, more than anyone else, who would give him a purpose in life, and thank him for everything with a smile no else gets to see.

Uri, who would believe in Kenny and see the good in him, even when no one else would.

It's the selfless love, a powerful feeling. It is the one responsible for the start of the titan curse, but also the one responsible for its end. The relationships between the characters move the story forward, and not many are as significant as the bonds between the Ackermans and their lieges.

I wrote this somewhere else, but I'm putting it here too.

Ultimately, what he Ackerbond term means is that someone with the last name “Ackerman” decided to follow someone else. It was all their choice, and they chose to follow a person and devote themselves to them.

I have always held firm in my belief that one of the main themes explored by SNK is “the power of love.” Not that love is the ultimate force that overcomes all, but love itself, as one of the most powerful emotions in the world, something that can make people do unimaginable things, that is so strong and so beautiful. The Ackerman family explores that love. The Ackerbond is a metaphor for love. It shows how much people are capable of loving, how much this love impacts everyone, and what love entails. Devotion, commitment, security. It’s not just romantic love, it’s love in all forms. Mikasa and Eren’s love changed the world. The bond between Mikasa and Eren, Kenny and Uri, Levi and Erwin was integral to them and their characters, and in each case there was a facet of love explored.

And the Ackermans are the poster people for the theme of love, but the relationships between characters have been driving the story for a long time. Like Armin and Eren, Ymir and Historia, Jean and Marco, and so many others. Isayama has always placed an emphasis on love. It’s the most powerful feeling in the world. People can do anything for love. SNK might not be a romance, but it is a love story. And no one exemplifies that theme better than the Ackerman family.

#SNK #Levi Ackerman #Mikasa Ackerman #Kenny Ackerman #Erwin Smith #Eren Yeager #Uri Reiss #Eruri #Eremika #Kenuri #Meta #My meta #Ackerbond #Levi #Eren Yaeger #Eren Jeager #Eren Jaeger #Eren

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greysfall · 3 years ago

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My 4444-word review of NEO TWEWY (with personal illustration + heavy spoilers)

My overall critical score for the game is 7.5/10, while my personal enjoyment score is 8.5/10. This review is posted as I have 80% completed the game, got the secret ending and achieved the Angel psychic rank. I’ll first start with the main pros and cons as follows.

PROS:

- Enjoyable as a whole, still upholding the first game’s spirit in world building and sharing the same backbone - which was mostly revealed in the Secret Reports, it’s impossible to grasp the story without reading them.

- The new cast and new game is charming in their own way

- The old cast’s return is one of the biggest highlights for sure, it was fun and impactful. Everyone stays true to themselves and also had their own stories wrapped up nicely.

- Boss designs are cool, new pins are fun to use and collect

- The connection between the old and new cast is well written and executed, including but are not limited to the tension between the old and new protagonist, the weird but fun interaction between the 2 Composers, the new friendships revealed and formed

- Sho being in the main cast is something so uniquely TWEWY and uniquely Sho

- Still good music

- Still many fun side quests, some of them really uphold the same quirky spirit of the old game and some are surprisingly touching

- Many new nice stores and yummy looking foods to explore

- The map is really easy to memorize for me, it’s fun to travel around the “current” Shibuya to see all the differences compared to the past

- The social network is crazy and interesting to read through

- Has an anti-frustration system to help 100% complete the game more easily and earn money faster, so post-game is relatively managable.

- Overall, I really feel the efforts the team poured into making this as their passion project, not just during the development process but for all the last 14 years. They showed the vision of what they wanted to make, at the same time giving something to both the old as well as new fans.

CONS:

- The biggest problem with the game is scenario writing. The story is so heavily back-loaded. The director himself thought it would be better to balance out the tension flow by adding more at the beginning but gave in to the scenario writer in the end, probably due to time pressure. This results in an underwhelming execution of characterization and lots of wasted potentials for the first half of the game.

- I struggle to view it as a stand-alone game, since the backstory and the old cast both play such an important role in the core of the game. If someone plays this game without having played the OG, they can only enjoy it on surface value at best.

- The new cast is nice but most of them aren’t quite as intriguing as the old cast, maybe it’s cuz they’re all too nice deep down that they lack a little bit of an edge, of that batshit craziness that everyone in the OG used to have? I think some characters (Fret, Nagi) ended up weaker in terms of characterization because the writer is too afraid of making them unlikeable – which kind of backlashed cuz they only became likable in the most expectable way to cater for a specific group of fans. I would have wished for the other team leaders to be more crazy too, had they not suffered 30+ loops of the Game…

- The CAMERAWORK IS HELL.

- Gameplay does get tedious at certain points with all the time travels.

- Shiba is so badly written as a villain, some Shinjuku characters should be given more screentime cutting into Shiba’s– like Hishima or Kaie or even, Hazuki (though his limited presence also solidified his importance).

- Some of the main character designs, for example Beat’s hairstyle and his food reactions are hilariously bad. What’s the point of covering up most of his unique facial features?

- Some of the minor/side characters’ design are too cool for them to have such a small role (eg: Ayano, Eiru). Ryoji did get much screentime but is nowhere as fun as Makoto was.

- Overall the scope of this game is made a little too big for the team to handle as perfectly as the last game that was very compact, it felt somewhat rushed in development too so the missing pieces are clearly there in the final picture

The entry fee versus paying for it all in the end

An important difference between the Neo game and the original Shibuya game was that the Shibuya rule asked for an entry fee that is the Player’s most important asset, stated as a chance the Composer gives them to reexamine themselves. Meanwhile, the Shinjuku rule neither encourages nor allows personal growth and ultimately aims to erase as many Players as possible. It’s a pity we were never introduced to the full Shinjuku rulebook, as it seems like the system there focuses more on building up power and a grand government to compare with the individuality-driven system of Shibuya.

When you have to compare the new game and the original game (OG), this is an important factor to consider. Also, the OG has a serious storyline running through and through, locked with a different partner/GM creating unique atmosphere for each week and you don’t get to see your old partners again until the end. NEO’s team system does not allow such deep insight and communication between the Players. All of your teammates are always there throughout, the dynamic does change with each new addition but it is not as prominent as a partner change.

Another important factor is how the OG was built from scratch for a new platform as “something no one has ever seen before”, while Neo recycled a lot of old unused ideas from the previous development (check out this interview for more details). The development team for NEO lacks 2 key members and had a change of writer so the final product is not as strongly bound together as the last game.

The new cast is definitely inspired by today’s teenagers (from the view of creators), compared to the old cast they’re more sociable and always seem to take whatever works for them despite feeling unstable inside. They are all innocent and genuinely nice kids, avoiding to hurt each other to a degree that they end up keeping some sort of distance. They’re also unable to communicate at deeper levels, always stagnant at this half-baked stage of equilibrium without any motivation to get to the core of things. That is the cost of entering the game without an entry fee, without even dying or having a reason to be there/to fight seriously. These kids were stolen from the RG into a Game that was decidedly the worst environment for them to change or develop, just wandering around cluelessly to find a way “out” until tragedies started to unfold one by one and they ended up being charged the total sum of the price for their actions – ultimately losing everything in the end.

That is, I believe, a story arc which can resonate more to the youth of today rather than of my generation. If the message of the old game was to “listen”, enjoy life to the fullest and accept to trust others, the message of the new game is to “speak up” from the inside, trying to understand yourself and take actions instead of just going with the flow and finally, to take responsibility for such actions.

If Neku was handpicked by the Composer for being the special one with an all-dense soul to ensure victory of the game then Rindo was just a normal kid chosen out of random by Kubo to be his back-up plan, who just happened to have a high enough imagination to awaken the incredible power from his pin. Rindo was then officially chosen by the Composer as Josh picked up and handed the pin to him again, this time not as Josh’s personal Proxy – but as the Proxy to represent the normal people of Shibuya and via whom he could gamble if humans can fight for their own fate.

The underworld heroine and the hero with little of his own

Shoka is for me a refreshing and layered heroine. She’s the kind of character that took at least 3 trials of creators to form as a complete individual – that included Nomura who gave her the base design and Reaper background, Gen who gave a more cunning touch and the writers who made her English dialogues more punchy. Dishonesty equals “tsundere” is such a cliché, so the English writers tried really hard to avoid that trope in my opinion, while still letting her good intention come through.

She serves as the character who is informed of everything the players should have known, and there was almost nothing she could do about it. Almost. Until she met Rindo.

They were drawn to each other by sharing a state of “not having anything of their own”. They both started out with not being able to truly know themselves, Shoka even hated her RG life but also managed to mature from that stage before Rindo. She must have vibed with Shiki’s love and passion in the Gatto Nero threads, initiating her connection with Shibuya and understanding herself more. With Shoka as Swallow, they were able to open up to each other and offer mental support… but was still not getting to the centre of their problems because for all this time, Shoka could not tell Rindo the most important things about herself.

How did Shoka feel when she met Rindo at the UG? She probably didn’t want to hope that he would live the day until she witnessed the Twisters’ potentials. From the very beginning, they were both incredibly conscious of each other and also constantly frustrated that the person they happened to “notice” was such a condescending bitch/a clueless loser. The Shinjuku Reapers are overall quite drunk in power and uncompassionate to Players, Shoka included. She is also a master of dissociation, which results in her constant boredom, tone swings, haughtiness and subconsciously distancing herself from the friend – the boy she cares about – from false hope, as she judged from facts that it was a hopeless situation where nothing could ever be. Maybe she is naturally a bit of a chameleon just like her name suggests (Shoka 紫陽花 = hydrangea, the color-changing flower), so putting on an act and always dissociating herself from what’s important was easy, while hiding her contradiction was impossible. It was the ex-Reaper Beat who broke it out to her, that she should decide whether she really cared and wanted to do something for a change. He knew how it felt like to cross that line, and knew she wanted to too.

Shoka is endeared by many of the Shinjuku Reapers and has shown independent acts of kindness (the Shinjuku ghost), proving that her kind and truthful side is as real as her harsh and dishonest side – which makes her a nice mirror to the previous heroine Shiki, who also embraced a dichotomy of self-complex and self-love within her character. In the end, she was the first of the new cast to ultimately accept all that is important to her and independently made the decision to help save Shibuya despite all costs.

She was jealous at Rindo’s interaction with Tsugumi and Kanon but remained silent cuz she wasn’t at a place to have any say about it. She also didn’t reveal about Swallow because that would only add an awkward irrelevance to their current situation, as she was too ready to face erasure at the end of the Game. She only wished to “play a game” with him, be it FanGo or the Reapers’ Game. The tension that the team could only feel at the end, she’s felt it the entire time. The song “DIVIDE” is applicable to not just one bond in the game, but it always makes me think of theirs. There is always a “divide” between her and Rindo throughout the course of their journey, as the living and the dead, as a Player and Reaper, as someone who has a place to return to and someone who doesn’t, someone who knows little but wields too much power and someone who knows a lot despite not being able to do much.

“If only I had the chance to connect with you on the other side

But time goes on, and without us realizing it

The battle is getting heated

Time goes on, and without us realiazing it

Divided again”

To be honest, maybe I didn’t grow any affection for the new main cast from Rindo’s perspective but from Shoka’s. Since I started to sympathize with Shoka, I started to see the boy in a more “real” way. The real Rindo, behind his peaceful façade with others, would lash out on Shoka for her unfairly harsh attitude while none of the others cared. He could also subtly feel that mantle of unspoken secrets from her, her own contradictions, the unresolved chemistry between themselves – and not knowing what to do with it rather than to feel angry with all the unfairness he could not process. (As a Libra too, he’s triggered the most by unfairness!)

It is actually a positive development as he’s at least “reacting” to something strongly now rather than to keep evading his problems. During my replay, I clearly saw the difficult situation Shoka was in, her remaining harshness after the Motoi incident was due to her internal struggle with a mission to save her own life, versus a chance to really be with the team. Her decision was to do both at the risk of losing favour from both sides. Rindo started to accept her layer by layer, as the person who resonated the most to her contradicting nature from the start and knew that via learning her resolve, he has learnt his too.

Later into the game, she even got too much of his attention. Maybe even without knowing she’s Swallow, he’s familiar with her thinking direction and Swallow had always been closer to him than any other friend. It was only after she had to betray her important ones twice that she could start being truly honest. The scene when she died a 2nd time left a strong impression in me, the little reveal let Rindo know that he is also losing Swallow as he’s losing Shoka – and that only death could drive the last secret out of her. Her final “Later, loser” echoed through Rindo as it was the final truth, with only him remaining to hear it: they had actually, already lost everything.

Rindo was the boy who never dared to face all that matters to him until he lost it all, fighting an unfair battle in the faith that they would somehow still win. Shoka was the girl who always knew what was dear to her, but never dared to think she could be together with them ever after and still threw her all into a battle she knew was losing. I think they stir each other on naturally to fill out their gaps, similar to what the Shibuya game partner systerm would have aimed for. The end reward was a little divine intervention to help close up the divide between them once and for all.

During the game there was not enough space to process anything personal so at the ending when they officially became “friends”, it was an important affirmation of their bond. Some people complained it was friendzoning but it’s not, they just have arrived at the perfect place to start something more. “From now on, we will truly be together” – I read it as that kind of message.

The heroine from a lost battle, with her story taken away

After reading the secret reports and playing the game to be surprised of how small a role Tsugumi had in the main game despite being the “Hype-chan” thought to be a major character of the next TWEWY installment, many fans would feel sad at a missed opportunity to see the Shinjuku arc in full depiction.

It was shown clearly that, a Shinjuku arc was very carefully planned out and is a vital part of the whole story, yet it could not be made due to various circumstances behind the development scene. I would assume, that the team were not able to make a TWEWY game that ended on a despairing note, but it already happened in their mind, thus becoming a mental burden that forced them to break away from it and started the game anew with NEO. A significant part of NEO became the healing arc for the Shinjuku characters, especially for Tsugumi though I really wished more emphasis should have been placed on her rather than Shiba. We didn’t even get to see her brother – Shinjuku’s Conductor who had a vital role and instead was given the clueless Shiba, who had absolutely no idea what’s going on all the way until the last day in NEO. It’s as if Tsugumi has had her story stolen away from her, because her own battle ended with a saddening loss.

I think every time the game creators look at Tsugumi, they would feel that sadness too. Maybe to them, she is a bigger character than what is seen by the fans, as despite their failed effort to depict her story, she’s lived in their mind for all these years through periods of destruction, healing and rebuild. Though it is a pity we could not get to experience the full scope of the Shinjuku story, the creators was clear about the place they wished for it to arrive at.

Individuality, connection and the social network

The team system adapted from Shinjuku rulebook does not allow much room for personal development, as the team dynamic is closer to a work relationship forced to bear results, than a spiritual bond to max out all corners of understanding as found in the partnership system. The old Shibuya system allowed only 1 winner and 1 week limit per game, while the new rule declares for a 1 winning team and only the team at last place will be erased – the other teams will enter another loop. Furthermore, whichever team to challenge the unwinnable Ruinbringers will face the risk of ending up dead last followed by erasure. As a result, the longest-standing teams are most likely not the strongest ever recorded, but the ones who have figured out a strategy to simply survive until something changes, enjoying their newly found social constructs while they are at it. Basically, it is a system to hypnotise players into the illusion that they are still “living”.

Therefore, we as players would not get to the core of each Player individually as fast and directly as we did in the last game. The Twisters were able to stand out not because they’re powerful, they only started to have a real chance after growing enough to each form a meaningful and personal connection to another teammate. It did not come as a team, nor did it intiate from the existing friendship between Rindo and Fret. In fact, I did not find much solidity or anything truly note-worthy about the main team and new characters within themselves until they started clashing with other team members, Reapers and new recruits from week 2 onwards. Rindo found his personal development with Shoka (via a clash with Motoi and pretty much a mini dating sim between them), then via the confrontation of his role with Neku; Fret found his with Kanon then Nagi, the team learned about the real Neku via Beat, Neku entered the UG via Coco’s wish to save Tsugumi… it was not the team but their personal links that empowered them to fight and solve each of their problems.

The other team leaders may have failed because they did not form such personal links, after 30+ hopeless loops Fuya’s team all fell apart to pursue their own interest even at the cost of erasure, Motoi quit his KOL façade to work like a dog for the Reapers (probably to save just his own ass not his team), while Kanon dropped her tricks to find changes via honest cooperation in acceptance of a fair loss. The despairing note in that is huge without making much of a scene because their failure didn’t happen at their best effort to “win”, but in their last attempt to find a way “out”. Even Shiba got his way “out” in the end thanked to his personal friendship with Hishima and Tsugumi.

Something has shifted in the mindset of the game creators in the last 14 years, as both games are about “connection vs individuality” but the last game focuses more on connection between just individuals and this one on the overall network that is formed out of those individual connections.

The introduction of Beat into the main cast was truly the bridge between old and new, they helped each other out in several turns before officially recruiting him. Beat is a character whom a lot of fans including myself have felt somewhat concerned about after Neku disappeared from the RG, so when the new kids welcomed Beat with warm and organic interaction and Beat seemed happy, I started to feel like I wanted to help them out too! I think the overall team chemistry is enjoyable enough for new players, but I could warm up to the new kids more from the pov of a returning character – whom I’m glad to be Beat, as the older brother figure who is genuinely kind, fun, serious and upbeat at the same time; who is needed and needs the kids in return.

The social network is a fun and refreshing feature. You can read all of the crazy tidbits about Shibuya and the links each character have formed with the town people, it’s also fun to visualize how the characters act off screen. Characters’ profiles provide extra insight into their background too, like how it reveals Tsugumi has been friend with Coco during her time in the RG. During the game when not all characters have showed up, you can sometimes guess which empty spot will belong to whom. For example there is a 1 character linking to Neky that is not linked to anyone else, so I could guess that was Joshua, and that another character linking only to Joshua was probably Hazuki, hinting that the 2 Composers are related before either of them even showed up.

Hazuki only showed up for 5 minutes, but his presence is so vital and true to the game that I think he is the most memorable out of the new cast. The two Composers have such an intriguing bond, with their yin/yang or phoenix/dragon themes, opposite color design, the sempai/kouhai tone and the way they keep some sort of distance/work relationship as if it’s mandatory between Higher beings, yet at the same time they can talk so casually because they are truly equal – and different from one another. I have written a separate meta on them here.

Some people pointed out, that all Shinjuku characters’ names and themes are based off Hanafuda cards and the Phoenix in Hanafuda belongs to the Paulownia suit – which is Joshua’s name flower. This is so interesting because it feels like the creators somehow saw it as a sign to interweave the Shibuya and Shinjuku storylines together. Though it doesn’t come out much on the surface, it’s fascinating nonetheless considering both Josh and Haz had at some point interfered with the other town’s affairs.

“Shibuya tour with Haz” was such a special scene, as it happened between 2 characters who do not/no longer have a reason to care about Shibuya, on the subject of what is worth saving about Shibuya. Hazuki carried out the purification of Shinjuku and stepped in to restore Shibuya just as part of his job and unlike Hanekoma or Joshua who both possess profound understanding of humanity, he really didn’t know humans at all. Rindo’s irrational wish invoked in him a sense of curiosity, to try gambling on something irrationally and learning a bit of what his senior have experienced. With all the pieces put together, it provides an overview on Higher beings as a whole, and that Joshua and Hanekoma are really the odd ones out with Hazuki being somewhere in between them and the rest.

The old friends

It’s easy to have returning characters overshadow the new cast as they have already matured out of their personal story arc and stayed in our hearts for all this time. In the end, I have managed to enjoy both the old and new cast separately and altogether, and they will both find their own place in our memory of this game for the long term.

Sho is truly as crazy as ever, the game wouldn’t be the same if Sho is any less of what he is. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like Neky or Beat is younger than Nagi at all, with moments when it seems like Neky has aged 14 years instead of 3 years. His friendship with Coco surprised me pleasantly, and their interaction together with Beat was fun to watch. Rhyme’s found a new dream and her friendship with Kaie is precious too, especially considering that she can still talk to him online after the game ended. Josh and Neku’s interaction suggested that they have resolved the past and are on equal terms now, they even parted ways in good spirit and I don’t feel any worry about them like I did before.

Neku and Shiki’s reunion scene was beautiful, theirs is such a special bond that it has grown and supported them even without being able to see each other. I am so happy to see them all again and that they stay true to who they are, albeit looking more grown up, cooler and happier than ever before.

Overall, NEO can’t become a classic on par with the OG, but is definitely a good sequel and a good game in its own rights. I’m happy with whether or not there will be a 3rd game to complete the 3 monkeys theme, but if there will be – I hope the creators can really find the time to learn from the last 2 games and start over with a fresh mindset and strong core.

#neotwewy #neotwewyspoilers #ntwewy #ntwewy spoilers #neo the world ends with you #twewy #review #meta #neo twewy #shoka sakurane #rindo kanade #tsugumi matsunae

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supscoolbitch · 2 years ago

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Once long ago…

Description : Once long ago in a unknown kingdom, the gods decided the human world need to be ruled by themselves due to the idiotic nature of rulers. They came down and disguised themselves and came to each kingdom, claiming it. The word got around that the gods had came to earth looking for a wife to bore them children. So when the god of life, satoru gojo, comes to take the throne, he also finds himself with a merchants daughter.

TW : drinking, cussing, patriarchal society, mentions of forced marriage, catcalling, slut shaming, murder, torture, women being treated as objects, virginity loss, rough sex, pussy slapping

A/N: Lol guys I thought of this in biology. Also should I do a part 2?

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The flowers are in bloom, the trees are green, the wind sings with life. Spring was here. The cobblestone pavement was freshly filled with very few people out due to the beginning of the season. The scent of herbs fill the street as the occasional screams of women birthing there children.

As spring entered so did the new herd of babes being born due to them all being conceived in the early fall. As in our religion it says that children born in the spring will bring greatness and fall being fertility just adds up to a lot of newborns.

That will be me this time next year. The thought scares me beyond imaginable. Though I have escaped it for 6 years by being a midwife, my parents have decided that I will be married by the end of summer.

My father, a prominent merchant in our community, has decided that as his only daughter, I must continue the heritage and birth soon. I have thought deeply about it and though I hate it, I’m grateful I got to live a life before I was forced to settle down. By 14 all my friends had been married off and at 17 they all had at least 2 kids.

Now I’m 19 and as my parents say “fully developed mentally and physically for marriage and children.” It disgusts me that a man most likely 2 times my age will force me to carry his seed and breed me till I have no use.

But overall at least I had the opportunity to learn to write, read, do mathematics, and have a job. Most women will never have that luxury and will die at the hands of their husband or the government too young.

My mother has been talking about the event that will be taking place of august 13th, where men and women come to find partners. She and her friends have been gossiping about what I’ll wear, what my hair will be, etc. But also about the fact that the king has announced that the 3 gods of the universe have came to our land, actually all the lands demanding the right to the kingdom. The city of Redi, my home, was last.

It is said on the 13th, the god of life, the great satoru gojo, Will reveal himself along with the other gods and become the ruler of a new world. Now what was not announced but is still believed is that he was looking for a queen, a women to give him children and have the honor of being his companion.

I am dragged out of my thoughts of the future when a blood curtailing scream that came from a town home only a few feet ahead. Another screamed followed not even 30 seconds later.

Without thinking I ran into the home and followed the screams. I had my bag with me even though I had been discharged from duty a week ago. I turned through the oak door to see a women on her side, legs spread with blood flowing on everything. “Oh my lord why isn’t a doctor here.”

I quickly put on my gloves and got out my old equipment. “Ma’am I’m going to need you to lie flat on the bed.” I really hated when women gave birth on there backs, but if they are already there you can’t change it extensively. “gojo fuck oh my I can’t do this.” I look up at her to see a girl not older then 15 lying down. “Yes you can, now please I need you to push.” When she’s pushing I start to question. Where are her parents? Why wasn’t there a doctor here helping her? Where is her husband? Why is she here all alone? It all clicks in one moment. “Ma’am you aren’t married and your parents don’t know about the pregnancy, do they.” Her eyes go wide and face pales at my words.

“No, no no no you have it all wrong I-” “don’t try to deny it, why would you be here all alone, giving birth with no doctors to help.” She quiets at my words. “Look I’m not going to report you, now I don’t know why your here but I’m going to assume your a good person. I know the shit rules they have and I’m not going to let any harm come to you or your baby.” I look her dead in the eye as her face relaxes more.

“Look imma need you to push, your almost there I can see the head.” Her hard pained cries lead to the soft cries of innocence. A small child lies in my hands, a cord connecting itself with the mother. I cut the cord and stand up bring the babe to the mother.

“I, I made that?” She asks quietly as she holds the young child in her arms. “Yes, yes you did, and I think you need a name for that boy.” Her eyes widen as she looks down at her son.

I go to the bottom of the bed and start to examine her to make sure everything is okay. A small amount of blood leaks out but nothing bad considering she pushed a human out of her. I sanitize my utensils as she breastfeeds her babe.

“You will need vitamins for you and the babe.” I turn to her, drying off my hands. “ I know” she replies without looking up. “Well I must be on my way.” I grab my bag and start to walk out the door. “Wait” I pause and turn around. “I cannot thank you enough, me and my son would not be here today if it weren’t for you.” She cradles him as tears fill her eyes. “It was not a problem, now I really must be on my way. Have a great life.”

As I walk down the path, the street lights turn on as screams of mother will still be heard throughout the night. I space out when I feel my body bump into another’s. I fall forwards and land on my hands and knees. “Are you okay?” I lift my head to see the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on.

The white hair was like a cold chill on a winter night, but the electric blue eyes of summer look down upon me. Prefect lips, prefect nose, prefect face, what seems to be prefect body, prefect full wallet.

Silence consumes the air for a few seconds. “Am I dead?” I look up at the man waiting for a answer. Had I fell and hit my head so hard that my brain bled out and now I’m bowing in front of the reincarnation of a god.

“What?” Now the man’s face is completely confused and concerned. “Am. I. Dead. ”I say straight forward, not believing what is standing before me. “ uh no I don’t think so.” I lean back on my knees to see that blood drips down my palms, onto my black, knee length skirt. “Oh my we need to get you to a clinic immediately.” He rushes to get me up “ what are you talking about it’s just a scratch?”

Now it was my turn to be confused. It was a mere cut and now he thinks I’m dying? “Your bleeding at the stomach.” I look at my shirt to see blood on my chest, stomach and lower abdomen. “What but I don’t feel any-” the delivery. Well shit how do I explain this. “ oh my sir I promise that’s not mine-” “ well who’s blood is it? Are you a killer?” Shock replaces the questioning look on my face. “No no no sir promise I-“ “ then why are you covered in blood?”

“I can’t tell you.” He looks at me confused. “Then how do I know you are not a murder?” Me? A killer? That’s an insane idea but the more I look at him the more dangerous he seems. His tall frame gives him a eerie aura, his looks could get him anyone, but his personality seems off.

Checking the time it appears to be 7:42. I realize what time it and how late I am for my curfew. I was suppose to be home at 7 but from delivering a babe to being stopped by this man has put a wrench in that.

But it’s also a custome to be home before 7 for young umarried women. It’s common because during this time usually rowdy unpredictable men that can easily overpower most are drunk and unwatched. Also able bodied mothers, wives and widows are out by themself or with their partners. So when they see a lonely young women the usually assume she is unmarried. But if the wrong person sees a unmarried women out this late they will gossip around town, making the women seem unfit to wed therefore she will most likely never find a husband.

Then I realized that if someone saw me, bloody, alone, unmarried, and without reasoning they would turn me in. Looking back up at the mysterious man I realize what I will have to do to stay safe.

“Give me your jacket” I whispered

His face contorted in confusion “huh?”

People slowly stayed to stare at us, questioning looks sent our way. Suddenly I feel the weighted of his jacket on my shoulders, warming them. He pulls me into his chest and I start to rub my eyes against his black shirt to create the look of running makeup.

The sound of footsteps get closer when a voice breaks them. “Are you okay?” A man’s voice speaks. I lift my head to see a heavy set man standing with a women on his arm. A small gasp leave both of their lips when they see my face.

The white haired man tugs me closer and sighs. “Honestly, no. We have just found out we have lost our child in the womb. We had been trying for so long, but it must not have been meant to join us here. Maybe the king of the fields took interest, whatever it is they have joined the afterlife along with my parents.” He says in a calm but sad voice.

“Oh my gojo I am so sorry for your loss.” The women voice seeps with sorrow. I have always been a considerably good actor so when tears fill my eyes the couple quickly takes their leave.

People passing give pitiful looks at what seems to be a husband comforting his wife. I quickly glance to see the couple gone in which then I look up at the man.

“Beyond town there’s a place we can talk.” I grab his hand and take the lead. The street is filled with lights. After a while of walking and talking about our similar passion for knowledge, and food. We begin to discuss the idea of the stars when suddenly I was hit with the smell of fresh pastries.

I look down the street to see a sign ‘moonlight bakery.’ Along the sides are windows and painting of the god of night, Gēto Suguru.

I look up at the tall man with black sunglasses now covering his eyes. “We should get some pastries.” I point out. He looks to where my eyes lead and I immediately feel a tug on my wrist.

When we enter the shop a old lady greets us. The lights are blinding but we continue to walk to the glass case where the sweet treats lay. Hundreds of them lie together with small paper on each telling the ingredients in each.

A small sigh leaves the ladies lips. “Young love brings memories.” She says sweetly as if she’s reminiscing old memories. “How has your night been?” We both stop fiddling with each others hands. A low sigh leaves his soft luscious lips. “We found out our child was lost in the field of reeds. We had been trying for awhile.” He says with a sad smile. The ladies smile drops and is replaced with sadness.

“Oh my I’m so sorry that happened to you.” She sounds as if she’s about to cry. The attractive man’s small smile grows with a sadness in his eyes. “It shall be fine eventually. We are here to celebrate their new life in the field of reeds.”

Her face is still traumatized from the newfound information. “What shall we get darling?” His voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “I truly do not know.” I look through the glass. “Well I must take care of you, we will take 2 of everything you got.”

My eyes widen in shock, as does the ladies. “Wait I don’t have the money for that?!” I quickly answer. He looks amused, like what I had said was a joke. “Darling I am not one to take my lady out to not pay for her treats.” His smile widens to the point of where is pearls are shinning.

I have no words as she packs our sweets. Suddenly I feel a pair of soft, moist lips against the tip of my nose. Immediately my face rushes red and I hide in his shoulder. I hear him laugh along with the lady. “You two are really prefect. I wish you the best of luck with conception.” She smiles gently and waves us to us as we walk out.

Walking down the streets we eat our sweets and rate them till we reach a set of trees and bamboo. A small opening on the far right makes me grab his wrist and pull him through.

When we get out of the darkness a large flat stone is in front of us. With a sight tilt you could see the smaller rocks that surround a small pond with a steam of water falling off a rock.

The water glints in the moonlight and bounces onto the rock. I gently tug his wrist as I climb onto the large rock. When we reach the top he lifts his glasses to get a better view.

His electric blue eyes shine against the water and moon. I lay flat of the rock just thinking of the future. I feel the eyes of a person stare into my soul.

“How did you find this place?” His voice is here but his mind is somewhere else. His eyes look into the sky.

“When I was younger my mother used to work at night. One day I was exploring when I thought I saw a monster so I ran throughout town till I reach the woods. I saw a opening and ran till I found this place.” I smile at the thought of the memory

“There really was never a monster. Apparently my mother was coming after me and I saw her shadow in the light of the moon.” I laugh thinking about how I feared such small things.

I turn to see the man looking at me in what seems like awe. I stare back. His eyes travel down to my abdomen that is still covered in blood.

“What happened?” His voice low and quiet.

I heavily sigh preparing to possibly give my last speech. “I was a midwife. I loved everything I did but 3 months ago my parents told me I must marry and have children. As you probably know, a women who works that is trying to get betrothed is undesirable. So I was forced to resign.” He nods

“But that does not explain why you are covered in blood?” He says in a questioning tone. “Yes I know. Today while I was walking I heard a terrible scream in the house I was passing. I went in to see what was happening to find a girl no older then 15 in labor with no doctors. I had my tools on me so I go and help her deliver her babe. It turns out she was disowned by her parents due to being pregnant out of wedlock. I thought nothing of it till you stopped me and that’s when I realized I could be murdered for what I had done. Not knowing what you would do I thought I would tell you here. It just I could be charged with accessory to a undocumented pregnancy and unlawful birth.”

I quickly take a breathe in. Realizing I could have sealed my death. But when I look at him his eyes were wide. His face was of one of pure shock. Lips were slightly parted and the wind slowly picked up so his hair blowed perfectly.

“Your an angel.”

Now I share the face shock. “Your a truly pure being.” He says as of talking to himself. I move over and cup my hands on the side of his jaw.

“are you okay?” I ask. He dosent respond so I crawl to him. His legs are a crossed so I climb over them. “Hey stupid answer me?” He comes back to the land of the living but he looks different. He looks happier with a evil grin.

I remove my self from his lap and now we just stare at each other.

“What’s your name?” I ask quietly.

“Can I ask you a question first?” He replies slyly.

“Okay?” I say in a confused tone

He smiles more. “Actually it’s two questions.” A playful tone in his voice

“Okay?” Even more confused.

“Pick one or two” “what?” “Pick one or two” “two?”

He grins and begins. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors that some of the gods came to earth to rule.” I nod “well me and my friends really did come down. Your current king was setting humanity on a path to extinction so we stepped in.”

Now I’m even more confused. My eyebrows furrow and my lips fall downwards. “I plan to take the throne in august 13 and declare this my kingdom.”

Then it hits me.

“Wait are you, are you a deity…” my voice is quiet and full of fear.

“Oh darling I’m more then a deity, I’m a god” his tone is lustful and playful. His eyes pull me in more.

“Now you can ask your question.” He says in a casual manner.

“What- what is your name?” I fear and desire the answer for the question. He smirks.

“Satoru Gojo.” The breathe is took from my lungs. I couldn’t say anything. I was in front of a living god.

I immediately move off the rock and get onto my knees and lay my head flat in the ground. I feel the cold, wet mud on my bloodied hands and knees along with my head.

I close my eyes and beg for forgiveness due to my rudeness. I hear something from the rock but do not dare to open my eyes. I feel a warm hand go into the mud and pick up my dirty chin.

When my head is lifted a voice breaks the silence.

“Open your eyes darling.”

I slowly open my eyes to be met with the brillant blue eyes staring me in my eyes.

“Promise me you will never bow to me, to anyone.” His voice is dead serious. My eyes widen and I shake my head up and down. But he just shakes his head back and forth.

“Words”

“I promise I won’t bow to anyone.”

A smile breaks out on his lips. He grabs my hands and helps me up. Now we stand facing each other. Though I’m straining my neck to see his eyes. Suddenly I remember something.

“Didn’t you have two questions?”

“Well yes I did.”

Now we just stare at each other smiling.

One moment I had to look up at him but now he was on his knees.

“ A man had promised that if I met a partner in earth and married them he would play me in poker again. I know I haven’t known you for long but marry me. I will treat you like a queen and you will never experience unwanted pain again.”

I stare at him

“You don’t even know my name mr and you expect me to marry you.” I say in a playful tone.

“Well may I know this beauty’s name?”

I blush “y/n l/n”

His smirks grows “well miss y/n will you marry me”

I fake sigh “well I guess mr gojo.” His smile was contagious.

Suddenly I’m off the ground and I’m mid air. We laughing. When we make eye contact he looks at me before pulling me in for a kiss.

I quickly push back and we both fall to the ground. “Oh my I’m so sorry it’s just that. Uh well I don’t really know how to…” quietness is in the air.

“Have you never kissed someone?” He asks honestly. “Well no, it’s prominent that we try to not till we are betrothed.” My face flushes at the inexperience I have when it comes to things like this.

“Hey it’s okay I’ll teach you!” He crawls to me and pulls me into his lap. Now his legs hang off the rock and I sit on his lap.

“Ok so your practically going to put your lips on mine and I’ll take it from there. Got it?” His eyes search for a answer. “Uh yeah okay but do I need to do anything with my lips?”

He smiles lightly “nope.” He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. Our noses are touching and we are dead set in each others eyes. “Can I kiss you?” The whisper comes from his lips.

“Yes.” Is all I need to say before our lips collide. The warmth of ourselves pore into the other. My hands climb his body till I find his soft hair and keep my hands there.

We slowly pull away and just stare, drool covered my lips.

Small pants fill the air.

“Let’s go to our house, wife.”

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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I was looking through your older requests and stuff from 3rd life, and I remembered the one with Scott and Jimmy nearly getting sacrificed to Dogwarts and I thought hmmm...demons, red aesthetics, a generally more powerful side?

Basically, I think it would be cool to have a version of that with Sausage and fWhip trying to sacrifice Jimmy.

(And wow, Jimmy really can't get a break with religious tones after EVO, huh?)

THIS. is genuinely one of my favourite things i've ever written, if not THE favourite. i'm so so proud of it :D

cw beating, blood

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Jimmy no longer has the energy to scream or fight. Having been beaten periodically throughout the day, his chest and neck are in too much pain for him to move. Sitting slumped in the tiny cell he’s been put in with his hands tied behind his back, all he can do is keep fighting against the dull pain all over his body threatening to drag him into unconsciousness.

All he can do is keep fighting to stay awake.

Finally, they come for him. Led by fWhip, Sausage pulls Jimmy out of the former’s base and out to the altar that’s been set up in the centre of Sausage’s castle.

Jimmy knows exactly what’s coming. Neither fWhip nor Sausage has made any secret of what they intend to do to him. And after a full day of being kept in a cell, hands tied behind him, beaten every time he tried to escape or fight back, he doesn’t have the strength to try and stop it.

As they push him onto the altar, Jimmy stumbles. As a response, Sausage hits him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. Seconds from passing out, Jimmy is powerless to stop Sausage from pulling him up onto his knees.

Coughing weakly, Jimmy slowly lifts his head to look at his captors. “Wh-Why are you doing this…?” he croaks. “What did I do…?”

“Sorry Jimmy, but Xornoth demands a sacrifice,” fWhip responds, and Jimmy can almost hear a twinge of genuine remorse in his voice.

Jimmy tries to push himself up in one final desperate attempt to escape but his chest and throat are screaming in pain and he’s unable to stop Sausage from pushing him back down and holding him in place.

“Please…!” he rasps, pulling weakly at the ropes binding his wrists. “Please…”

Neither of them respond as Sausage pushes Jimmy’s head down and fWhip lifts the axe.

Tears fall from Jimmy’s bruised eyes. He wishes he could fight back but he barely has the strength to stay conscious. If he has to die, he’ll die with as much dignity as he can.

“STOP!”

Jimmy again lifts his head, and though he can’t see very well through his blurred vision, he can make out a figure standing on the wall several blocks away.

“Pixl,” Sausage growls.

fWhip’s demeanour completely changes. All his remorse and carefulness disappears as he roughly hauls Jimmy to his feet by the scruff of his neck and holds his sword against his throat, angling Jimmy in front of him like a human shield.

“Don’t come any closer,” he says coldly but calmly.

“Let Jimmy go,” Pixl orders, lifting his trident and aiming it directly at fWhip. “Now.”

fWhip’s grip on Jimmy tightens. “You’re in no position to bargain. One quick movement and we’ll see how much blood the Codfather has inside him.”

Nausea rises in Pixl’s stomach at the grisly mental image. “I’m not saying this again, fWhip: LET. JIMMY. GO.”

“How did you know to come here?” Sausage snaps suddenly. “You live thousands of blocks away!”

“I told him.”

It takes Jimmy’s fuzzy mind a moment to recognise this new voice but when he does, his heart skips a beat.

“Scott?” A hint of surprise is audible in fWhip’s voice. “Why would you do that?”

“Because what you’re doing is barbaric,” replies Scott icily. “Now listen to the Copper King and let Jimmy go.”

“What do we do?” whispers Sausage to his ally.

fWhip narrows his eyes, his analytical mind trying to calculate the odds of him winning this fight.

As he does, he twists the sword in his hand and nicks Jimmy’s neck with the sharp blade, causing him to let out a semi-conscious cry of pain.

That sound triggers something in Pixl and he lets his trident fly. His aim is remarkable and it slams into a tiny piece of fWhip’s armour visible just to the side of Jimmy.

fWhip staggers back, releasing his grip on the Cod Empire ruler, who collapses to the floor like a stone. “Retreat,” he hisses to Sausage. “We won’t win this fight.”

Sausage, clearly needing no further encouragement, takes off into the air with his elytra, followed closely by fWhip.

Immediately, Pixl and Scott both rush to the unconscious Jimmy’s side. Scott pulls out his dagger and cleanly slices through the ropes binding Jimmy’s wrists, while Pixl carefully rolls him into a position on his back.

“Jimmy!” he gently cups his friend’s cheek as he leans close, trying to awaken him. “Jimmy, can you hear me?”

When he gets no reply, a horrifying thought occurs to him and he hurriedly checks Jimmy’s pulse.

“He’s alive,” he says in relief. “But only just.”

“He’s really beaten up,” Scott observes shakily. “How could fWhip and Sausage do this to him…?”

Pixl carefully lifts Jimmy into his arms and straightens up, making sure Jimmy’s head is secure against his chest. When he speaks, his voice is low and barely controlled. “I don’t know. But we need to get his injuries seen to as soon as possible.”

“Take him to his house,” says Scott. “Gem and I have been working on healing magic so I’ll fly over and get some of that to help him.”

“Okay. Good luck.”

“You too.”

As Scott takes off into the air, Pixl rushes back to Jimmy’s house and carefully lays him down on the bed. As he removes Jimmy’s gloves, he spots bulging red burn marks left over from where the ropes dug into his wrists.

This simple sight almost unleashes Pixl’s barely-contained fury. Tears of anger spring to his eyes as he gazes down at the bruised face of his unconscious friend, twisted in pain even in sleep.

He turns his head to look out at the darkness through the window. fWhip and Sausage needed a sacrifice for their stupid demon and they chose the easiest target. It makes Pixl’s blood boil to see them continually pick on Jimmy just because he’s unable to fight back.

A weak cough brings Pixl’s attention back to his injured friend. To his horror, he sees blood pooling at the corner of Jimmy’s mouth, so he leans down and checks his young friend’s breathing.

As he’s doing this, Scott returns, holding a leather pouch in his hands. “How’s he doing?” he asks worriedly.

“He’s not breathing well,” says Pixl quietly. “And he’s coughing up blood. A few more minutes and we may lose him. What have you got?”

“I have a healing crystal,” Scott reports, pulling a magenta crystal out of the pouch in his hands. “It should heal any internal injuries and ease his pain, but external injuries won’t be affected.”

“That’s fine. Do it.”

Scott moves over to Jimmy’s bedside and closes his eyes as he holds the crystal over Jimmy’s body. The crystal glows magenta, and similar-coloured energy starts to flow from it into Jimmy.

Pixl watches this with interest. He’s never had an affinity for nature magic and it intrigues him how crystals can have such magical properties. But soon his interest is outweighed by the relief that the colour has returned to Jimmy’s skin and his chest isn’t heaving so much anymore.

Finally, Scott lowers the crystal, which has stopped glowing, and tucks it back into the bag. “That should help,” he says.

“Good,” murmurs Pixl. “He looks like he’s breathing easier.”

Scott nods, not trusting himself to speak again.

A brief pause follows.

“I want to ask you something,” Pixl says, in a tone that makes it clear he expects no argument. “Why did you call me?”

Scott glances at him in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“You’re on their side. Why would you want to go against them like that?”

After a moment, Scott looks away. “Because a long time ago, Jimmy told me he didn’t want to look me in the eyes as I get sacrificed on an altar; I realised earlier that I didn’t want the reverse.”

Pixl nods slowly. He, like many others, heard about what happened on 3rd Life and even though he isn’t aware of specifics, he can’t help thinking that Scott’s remark is tied into that.

Scott lifts Jimmy’s limp hand and pushes back his sleeve slightly to reveal the burn marks that Pixl noticed earlier. He gives a deep frown as he tenderly traces the mark with his finger. “I don’t understand how they can do something like this to someone they once called their friend,” he murmurs. “No matter how much things have changed, he… They… You just don’t do that to someone.”

Pixl nods again as Scott carefully places Jimmy’s arm back down on the bed. As he turns to leave, he again glances back at Jimmy and hesitates. After a moment, he reaches out and gently brushes the bruise over Jimmy’s eye with the backs of his fingers, unable to hide a deep frown of worry.

“Why do you treat him so coldly all the time?” Pixl asks. “You clearly care for him a great deal and he cares about you. Why do you continue to push him away?”

Scott takes a moment to compose himself and steady his voice before he replies. “I’ve already gone through the pain of losing him once. I can’t do it again. I’m sorry, but I have to go now.”

Pixl almost argues but thinks better of it. “Okay. Thank you, Scott. For calling me and for helping Jimmy.”

“Of course. Goodnight, Pixl.”

“Goodnight.”

After Scott has left, Pixl locks the door behind him and pulls up a chair next to Jimmy’s bed. His friend’s face is a lot less pale than it was, though the bruise over his left eye and the thin cut in his neck are still very much visible.

Feeling a wave of affection and protectiveness, Pixl gently strokes Jimmy’s shoulder and takes a great deal of relief from seeing a small smile appear on Jimmy’s face in his sleep. Every instinct in his body is urging him to fly out there and enact vicious revenge on the people who did this to his friend.

“I’ll make them pay for hurting you,” he vows quietly. “I swear.”

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blahkugo · 4 years ago

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atsumu miya — bondage

a/n: rc is bratty, atsumu is bratty, he/she/we are bratty. it’s basically enemies to lovers but they’re already fucking dating (aka my dream relationship)

wc: 1.4k

cw: bratty switch!tsumu, bondage (silk scarf), rough sex, begging, face slapping, degradation

Atsumu, in and of himself, is a challenge. Since you met the rowdy bleached blonde, every moment has been riddled with confrontation and provocation, spite and acts of defiance—clear cut attempts to prove one thing he believes wholeheartedly: in every sense of the word, he is better than you.

It’s a fucking marvel that the two of you are dating now.

“You’re a bitch,” he spits, all bark and no bite, sweat already beading atop his forehead.

“Did you say tighter? I can do that.” You knot the silk scarf around his wrists, tugging a bit harder just to see the scowl he wears so well spread across his face. The objective isn’t pain, but a reaction.

You want nothing more than to see him riled up, to push the loud mouthed bastard past his breaking point, until his curses become pleas and his only coherent thought is release. Tough as he may be, he always looks the prettiest when he snaps—a teary-eyed mess whimpering for a freedom only you can provide him.

But it’s far too soon for any of that; once the restraint is secured, he’s running his mouth all over again. Be it a smug click of his teeth or foul curses, Atsumu tries every possible tactic to talk his way out of knots and in between your legs.

“Not sure why you’re even trying,” he baits, “we both know you want me to fuck you senseless.”

“Baby,” you sigh, running a manicured finger up his bare thigh and reveling in the shiver it evokes, “I’d gag you if I wasn’t about to make you beg.”

“Over my dead bod–” He cuts off all at once, letting out a sharp inhale, teeth gritted, the moment your hand wraps around the head of his cock. His thighs tense, shuddering as you pump his cock, once, twice—making sure to stroke at the spot that makes him see stars—before promptly letting go.

“You were saying?” You can’t help the soft laugh that escapes you, the power you feel surging through you at the thought of leaving Atsumu speechless. The disappointment on his face is palpable, glassy eyes and upturned brows saying everything he refuses to. But a sullen stare is not enough; you want him completely bewitched, want to hear the pleas of a man under a divine spell, one only Hecate herself could muster.

Your taunt seems to snap him out of his daze, resurges the disobedience you know so well. His mouth sets in a hard line, his hands straining against their confines once again. When he looks at you, the contempt is palpable, flows through the air like his own attempt at black magic.

But what’s a mere human to the divine?

“I could leave you here until you learn how to act right,” you begin shifting away, grazing his muscled thighs as you move. Once you situate yourself in front of him, you begin slowly stripping off what little lingerie you’re wearing. First, your bra. You rub at your skin, make sure to exaggerate the parting of your lips—the breathy sigh that leaves you—as you circle your exposed nipples.

When you remove the skimpy little piece of lace you call panties, the real show begins. “Or I could let you fuck me.” You spread your legs, revealing your slick cunt in all its glory. Atsumu’s gasp pierces the air, the widening of his eyes and swipe of his tongue across his lip making you grin. “I need you, ‘tsumu,” you find yourself baiting as you ghost a single finger across your slit.

“So untie me,” he asserts, a wolffish grin plastered across his face, “let me take care of you, princess.” Even with the smug declaration, his eyes don’t leave your heat, don’t dare to look you in the eyes when heaven lies down below.

You don’t respond, don’t care to drag out this little game of dominance any longer, choosing instead to crawl over and answer with a peck to his chest. Soon, you’re moving downwards, kissing and sucking his chest, his well-sculpted abs, following the path of soft brown hair that leads to his cock. All the while, Atsumu stares hungrily, believing his smooth talking has reaped some sort of deserved gratification.

When you reach his dick, hard and throbbing with need, you wrap your lips around the head and get to work. With every lick of your tongue against the underside or moan around his member, Atsumu stiffens, attempting to rut his hips into your mouth despite the restraints.

And this is the true nature of your spell, to lull him into a false sense of superiority, make him think he’s won—that his power over you can be validated with a few simple words and a flash of pearly whites—when in reality, this is the beginning of your victory.

When you feel him approaching the edge, chest heaving, low groans and curses muttered beneath his chest, you stop.

“What the f-fuck, no!” He wriggles against the lace scarf, desperately trying to push his cock back into your wet hole.

“Beg.” Your command is simple, should be easy enough for the wanton blonde to follow, but he hesitates. Stubborn bastard. Still, you can see him starting to bend—can see it in blown out pupils and quivering lip, his death grip on the headboard. Just a little more.

You clamber on top of him, hands stroking at his soft cheeks, and grind against him. “Tell me how badly you want me,” you tweak at a nipple, moaning when your clit brushes his cock, “be a good boy and beg for me.”

And like the magic chant of a spell, it’s that simple praise that breaks him.

“Please.” The word comes out rushed, embarrassed, especially when he repeats it. But it’s enough for you to sink down onto him, groaning at the welcomed stretch.

Once he’s inside your warm walls, the shame seems to dissipate. Over and over again, Atsumu prays and pleads, until your Achilles of a boyfriend is reduced to a mess of whimpers and tears—a mortal in your celestial realm.

The power is delicious, intoxicating even, but you can’t say you aren’t enjoying the sex too. Every slap of your thighs against his sends you reeling, his own desperate thrusts meeting your bounces and causing his cock to settle deep inside of you. Soon, you’re lost in the pleasure, unable to keep your voice muffled.

“Fuck– God yes, ‘tsumu,” you choke out amongst his symphony of groans, scratching red into his broad chest. The room is ablaze with sweat and heat, glossy eyes, bitten lips and the sweet sound of skin against skin. It’s almost too much, his dick pounding against your cervix over and over again.

So when he asks, no– commands, you to ‘fucking untie him,’ you do.

In seconds, your back is slammed into the mattress and your legs are pressed far above your head. Atsumu thrusts into you like he’s starved, grabbing at any skin he can—thumbing your clit, hands roaming your waist—as if he’s doing it simply to prove he can.

“You’re just a fucking brat on a power trip,” he stresses between grunts, “but we both know you like to be fucked ‘till you’re crying.” All you can do is garble and choke, a pitiable response unfit for such a divine being. But attempting anything more is a fruitless endeavor when his hand presses bruises into you, when his cock doesn’t let up, when his fingers slide against your bundle of nerves and make you keen with desire.

Once Atsumu starts running his mouth, he doesn’t know when to stop. “Who fucks you this good, huh?” When you don’t answer, he slaps your cheek roughly, a sting that makes your head spin. “Answer,” he demands, “or you won’t cum.”

And so you do, crying out strings of his name and his name only—the humble offering of an unworthy devotee. It becomes incoherent, as garbled and twisted as the coil in your gut as you approach your high. Atsumu is cruel, unrelenting in chasing his orgasm; your own is simply a bonus.

After all, what’s a minor divinity to the god of war?

#dirty valentine event #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x y/n #haikyuu smut #hq!! smut

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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Hey!

I was wondering if I could request a Rambo x reader set in the first movie, if that’s alright, where the reader sees him walking through town and knows that Sheriff Teasle will try to bully him out of town so she pulls over and lies about them being old friends and then they go to eat or something? And the reader actually treats Rambo like a human being and thanks him for his service to his country when she finds out he is a veteran. Oh and could the reader be female please? Thank you very much! If not then that’s totally fine 😊

And I also wanted to say that your writing is amazing!!! And the reason I ended up watching Rambo in the first place 😆

Hope you have a great night/day!

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Respect Me.

John Rambo (First Blood) x reader

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions if death

Masterlist

For once, the truck sound system seems to be playing the tape flawlessly, lacking the usual stuttering and skipping it generally likes to include in the soft flow of music. Idly, I tap my fingers along with the gentle beat, the steering wheel moving easily in my grip as I guide the beaten pick-up truck out onto the main road, falling in line with the other traffic around me. The vehicle shudders a little as I change the gears, the old truck having never liked to do anything it should do, slowly moving into a more sustainable pace as I lean back in my seat, keeping my eyes trained on the road, with a half-eye kept on the sidewalk and nearby shops. A few Christmas decorations adorn the homely stores, though it's mostly left dull and bleak, as this town always has been. Once again, I find myself wishing I could just move away from here, start a new life somewhere else.

Ahead of me, the traffic slows, allowing someone to turn into the main flow, giving me the time to glance out of the window, scanning the sidewalk a little way away. Oddly, a familiar police vehicle has pulled up just past a nearby junction, the driver leaning out of the window to talk to someone on the pavement, who I have yet to be able to see. The car is Sheriff Teasle's, the knowledge of which does not sit well with me - If he's pulled someone over, it's not for a good reason.

Checking my mirrors, I indicate off towards the sheriff, leaving the main flow as I follow the curb round, finally able to see who Teasle is talking to. Just as I feared, it looks as if he's pulled up a random person for yet another unfair interrogation. Frowning, I regard the solemn-looking man with interest, trying to ignore the part of me that finds his somewhat crooked features incredibly attractive, taking note of his obvious vagrancy: his hair is long and shaggy, clearly being left uncut for months on end, his dust-strewn parka and faded jeans showing signs of constant wear. From what I can see, Teasle is questioning him, most likely about the guy's purpose in Hope, though he doesn't seem particularly open to this encounter. Making up my mind, I cross my fingers and hope my plan now works.

Pulling up beside the two, I stop the car and climb out, plastering on a convincing grin as I go towards the dark-haired man, greeting him as I go.

"John! I didn't realise you were in town! You should've said something!" I exclaim, pleading the man with my eyes that he'll play along, though it's somewhat unlikely.

He gives me a shocked look, head snapping round at the sound of the name, hard eyes fixing on me with suspicion and hostility, the severity of the expression sending a shudder down my spine. Teasle also looks to me, frowning.

"And to think you were left to walk along here in the cold! Jeez, you really should have called or something, I could've picked you up!" I carry on, praying that he picks up the cue, "Oh, hello there, Sheriff, how are you?"

"Not bad, thanks." Teasle replies tightly, glancing between the man and I, "You know this guy?"

"Oh, yeah. John is a family friend." I lie, smiling brightly at the man in question.

"Yeah, it's been a long while, but I thought it was time to visit again." The man finally chips in, his husky voice stirring up butterflies in my stomach, "Wanted to keep my visit a surprise, though."

"Ah, well! You're here now, at least I can give you a lift back to mine." I offer him, ignoring Teasle's sceptical look.

Giving me a taut smile, which looks more like a grimace, the man steps towards me, shooting the Sheriff a glance as he goes. Doing the same, I smile pleasantly at Teasle, and say my goodbyes, climbing back into my car as my new passenger joins me, sliding cautiously into the seat beside me. Quickly, I pull back out into the traffic, heading away from Teasle as swiftly as possible.

"Thank you for doing that." The dark-haired man murmurs after a moment, his hands clenching around his knees as he forces himself to look out of the windscreen.

"No problem. Teasle's an ass at the best of times, best just to stay away from him." I muse, "Do you want something to eat? There's a good place just down the road from here."

Turning to face me, the man frowns and watches my face, as if for signs of deceit, his quiet nature giving me the impression that he's probably quite acclimatised to being treated as such.

"How do you know my name?" He eventually asks, voice quiet.

Now it's my turn to frown as I glance across at him.

"I don't."

"You called me John earlier. How did you know that's my name?"

Surprised, I double take, now realising how sketchy that must look.

"Your name is John? I had no idea! That's a lucky coincidence, clears up confusion later." I chuckle dryly, "Honestly, I picked the first name that came to mind. I had no idea that it's your actual name."

He watches me for a second longer, eventually appearing happy with my response, looking away again.

"What's your name?" He asks me after a further minute.

"Me? I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

"John Rambo." John nods, flicking some hair from his face, "And if you're still offering, I'd like to get something to eat, please."

"Of course."

Pulling up to the diner, I park the car, climbing out as I check the cash I have on me, deeming it enough for two decent meals and some drinks, hoping that it won't be too busy at this time of the day. John follows me, leaving his bedroll in the car as we walk into the small restaurant, finding a seat at one of the window booths, sitting opposite each other. He's quiet, scanning the room as soon as he's sat down, body stiff as he unzips his parka, revealing a red woolen jumper underneath. What strikes me most, however, (apart from the obvious planes of rippling muscle) are the silver dog tags hanging around his neck, jingling every so often as he moves.

A waiter comes over to us, handing us menus with a false smile, leaving us alone together again until we've ordered drinks, at which point he returns with the beverages. Stepping away again, John and I are left with some privacy. At this moment, I take a breath and ask him the one question on my mind.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you a soldier?"

John visibly stiffens, eyes hardening a little.

"I was." Is all he says, tone flat.

"Did you serve in Vietnam?" I ask, unable to stop myself as my curiosity gets the better of me.

Once again, John seems reluctant to answer, and instantly starts to glance around, clearly watching for an escape route.

"Yeah." He affirms, gaze returning to me.

Shock fills me at this: I'd heard horrible things about the Vietnam War, about how the soldiers (on both sides) faced terrifying situations that I'd never dream of, my heart stuttering at this admonition.

"Really? That's...wow, that's…" I go to say something, finding myself speechless as I stare at the man before me, admiring him now in a totally new light, "God, you must be a strong person."

He blinks.

"Huh?"

"Well, you've done what I'd never be able to do, you've faced deadly situations, you've probably been in harrowing conditions and fights, I'd never have the strength to do what you did. Very few people do, so you must be a very strong person, mentally." I tell him, still in shock, "You definitely did the country proud, and I respect you for everything you've done. Thank you for that."

He stares at me in shock, eyes wide, lips parted.

"You...What?" Is all he manages, voice hitching.

"I respect you, and admire your bravery. You're a better person than any of the rest of us ever could be." I repeat, smiling gently at him.

For a long moment, he doesn't say anything, his expression remaining as it is, his body tense as he processes what I've said, clearly not quite believing me.

"You...respect me?" He stammers, quietly.

"I do." I nod, taking a sip of my soda.

"Thank you." John murmurs, pulling a face as he looks away, "You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what kinda things I've done."

"What you did isn't relevant to me, only that you served the country, and you did it with bravery, so for that, you have my respect." I reassure him, telling him the truth.

John stays silent this time, apparently too overcome for words.

"Do you...do you need somewhere to stay?" I finally break the silence that has descended on us, tapping a rhythm out onto the table.

"No, but I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have, so don't worry about it. I'll figure something out." The veteran shrugs, still a little taken aback.

"You're not inconveniencing me, I wouldn't ask if you were. I have space in my house if you want to take it." I offer him, once again smiling across at him.

For the first time, John smiles at me, his features loosening as the expression crosses his face.

"I'll take it."

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limitlessgojo · 3 years ago

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 7)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Speed of Sound

Next Chapter: Red Strings of Fate

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Double Update today, because these two chapters go hand in hand. It didn't feel right to upload one without the other.

Chapter 7: Bird of Flame

You faced Todo off in a clearing. Everyone else was at the far side watching. “Just run away if it gets too much.” You worriedly said to Miwa and Mai pushing them back.

“It’s okay, I’ll hold off any attacks.” Noritoshi assured you. You beamed up at him, “Thanks senpai.”

“Someone’s being awfully friendly today.” Momo half coughed and half murmured out. Noritoshi just gave her the side eye.

As per your style of fighting, you stayed still if you did not know of your opponent’s cursed technique.

“I won’t immobilise you this time since we are sparring.” You called out to Todo. “Fine with me!”

You could hold out your protective space warping around you for several hours. You just had to make sure it was activated in the space around you.

Todo didn’t hesitate to start off with punches and kicks. Nothing moved you of course. 5 minutes passed with him getting nowhere. Is that all he has?

You narrowed your eyes, but lifted a hand to push him back into a tree. You manipulated its branches such that they were all pointing to him. He was about to hit them until he clapped his hands and suddenly, you were there.

Your eyes widened, barely having time to brace yourself as you guarded for impact. You hit the branches hard. “Shit.” Looks like you might have to use your extended techniques against him.

He was in front of you in a split second and you quickly moved to dodge. You tried to maneuver your way around him, but it was hard to pinpoint the exact origin of the hits as he kept swapping your positions before landing a hit.

Sometimes, when you brace for a hit, he doesn’t swap your positions. How annoying!!! Of course your spacial barrier is still active and taking the hits for you, but it does have its limits.

Moving at mach speed in a short distant range won’t help you too much as it’s better for transport rather than combat.

You breathed out low and slow, before channeling your concentration into your 6th sense. Spatial awareness. Faster and faster, you started bracing for his hits and pushing him back.

And when he was unprepared you lashed out with your hidden twin blade only for him to dodge it. You can’t deny that the 2nd year's have more experience than you in battle. And Todo's specialty is obviously close combat.

You had both blades out now quickly slashing at him dangerously. He avoids it and the slashes cut all the way to the trees behind him.

You gave in, sheathing your blades and turning around to recuperate but he was faster as he finally caught you by the arm. “I got you!”

You grinned. Who got who?

With one hand, you straightened 4 fingers out towards Todo and folded your thumb into your palm. “Extension cursed technique, focus range: Niflheim”. Your applied cursed technique slows down the movement of molecules in an enclosed area, forcing items to freeze.

A layer of ice covered Todo’s entire body. The branches that binded around him were also covered with ice, stretching behind him in an ice pillar.

You quickly released your hand from his hold and slowly breathed to the sky, releasing an icy smokey breath. You turned around with a slow smile. “Checkmate”

He struggled against the ice but, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That is way under 0 degrees celsius. You might lose a limb or 2 Todo senpai.”

He sighed, “I g-g-guh-give!” He could barely utter the words as his teeth chattered. You gently focused on raising the temperature, melting the ice off of Todo first. You couldn’t do it too fast or else he would combust.

As soon as he was free you reached out and applied your reversed cursed technique on him, healing the cold in his body. “Thank you so much for the match! It’s been a while since I felt that much fun in battle!” You excitedly said.

“Good game. As expected of my little sister, you’re very strong.” Todo patted your head. You stared, “Excuse me, whose little sister??”

“You should have buried him y/n!” Momo exclaimed. “Hear hear.” Mai chanted. Mechamaru just said, “I almost got buried by her once. She should have done the same with him.” You just laughed, “It’s okay, I’m satisfied with this.”

You turned to Noritoshi and he walked up to you and Todo went back. At this distance, the others couldn’t hear your conversation. “That was incredible.” He had a very proud smile on his face. “I hope you take our fight seriously as well. That’s all I ask of you.” He whispered.

“Of course I will senpai. But like with Todo senpai, I won’t use immobilisation techniques so we can spar properly okay?”

“Okay” he patted your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze before moving backwards. ‘Kamo clan, blood manipulation. They can manipulate their blood freely.’ you thought to yourself.

Your eyes zeroed in on his bow and arrows. The smell of blood was always on him, but you bet he had blood on those arrows. “Begin!”

He launched arrows at you only for you to stop them. Projectiles were the worst thing he could do. You frowned as you turned the arrows on him and sent them back. He dodged and shot more.

What on earth? This was so ineffective against yo-

He suddenly came from the side and punched you. Diversionary tactics dummy, you didn’t think about it.

You got pushed back from the force but stood your ground. He was insanely fast for a human. He is currently faster than Todo and any of the male cousins whom you’ve fought with.

It was a jarring experience. “Flowing Red Scale” He moved backwards, one eye wide open with a red blood x mark on it.

Your brain went into overdrive in a hurry to connect the dots while you defended against him. Blood. Red blood cells. Oxygen. He’s increasing his physical abilities.

You quickly lashed out with a double kick only for him to bring out a blood bag. “Blood manipulation: Crimson binding”. Blood strands wrapped around you and caged you in.

But you froze them and easily broke it in the process. You hurried to try and bring him down with mixed martial arts, not wanting to hurt him too much.

Sparring with him actually felt like a dance. You dodged and had an instinct as to where the next move would come from, and he was the same. Barely any hits landed on each other for a while.

Ah right, you promised to go hard on him. You put two hands out in a V shape, with palms facing him. Noritoshi’s eyes widened at the familiar hand signs. It’s the very first one you showed him.

“Tatsumaki” A huge horizontal cyclone hit him and forced him back. “Enhanced Gravity: Output level 4%”

“Aarghhh” Noritoshi groaned as he was forced to the ground. You didn’t notice his hands moving.

“Convergence! Piercing blood” a sudden fast stream of blood shot out and grazed your cheek. It would have been worse had you not moved your head aside. Noritoshi’s eyes widened as blood poured from the wound.

You quickly made tree branches hold his hands apart and forced him back onto the ground. You pointed both your twin blades at his head. “I give!”

You released your technique and knelt down. “Are you oka-”

“Are you okay? I hit your face!” He exclaimed in worry, hand hovering just over your cheek. You stared at him in amusement. “It’s a serious matter!!” he insisted.

You covered your face with one hand, then wiped off the blood to reveal a flawless cheek. He gaped, “Reverse cursed technique. I see. Good fight” He wheezed out.

"You actually hit through my defenses in battle. That was amazing Noritoshi senpai." You whispered in amazement. There was something different about the blood he manipulated.

His bond to it was far stronger than your hold over his blood. So if you tried manipulating his blood, it's a low chance that you could get it to attack him.

You can manipulate anything and everything, even at molecular levels to some extent. But you can't produce what's not there. There seems to be a limit to your manipulation over certain items.

"I still lost. Thank you for the match." He said.

You held his hand for the first time as you pulled him up, when suddenly a searing pain hit the inside of your wrist.

"Ouch!" You exclaimed while Noritoshi winced as well. You both pulled back your sleeves to see a large bird surrounded by flames just below the inner wrist on your right hand. Noritoshi had the exact same symbol, but it was in the inner wrist on his left hand.

You quickly pulled over both your sleeves to cover the markings, “Just say we both got wounds, let’s keep this a secret.” You pulled back and acted on purpose, “Good fight. You almost got me there.”

He naturally followed your lead, but there was a brightness to his eyes that told of something else. “.... Yeah you got me. I’ll do my best to catch up to you next time we spar.”

“What happened?” Utahime ran towards the both of you upon seeing you both flinch forward. “No, Utahime sensei we just got some scrapes that stung badly, nothing too bad.”

“I see. I have a first aid kit on hand, feel free to use it if you need to.” She said, and pushed you two back to where everyone else was.

You both stayed at the back watching the other students ask to spar with each other. Noritoshi quietly tugged at your sleeve, hidden from view with his own large and wide sleeves.

You tugged back twice on his sleeve and grabbed his hand to squeeze it. His hands were rough and calloused from fighting, but also had a tenderness and warmth from the way they tried to hold onto yours.

Both your marks flashed with heat when your hands touched. Noritoshi turned to you with all the world's curiosity in his face.

But you pulled back and put some distance between the two of you so it wouldn't look too obvious. "That binding technique that you did earlier was cool. Is it possible for you to manipulate the blood even after I freeze it solid?" You asked to try and divert the attention.

"Actually I haven't tried yet. But I should be able to as the main composition is still my blood." He admitted.

The remaining time left on the field was spent mostly on the others working on their cursed techniques against each other, and with you engaging in tactical discussion with the other students.

You all bid each other goodbye and went your separate ways. Except… Noritoshi mouthed "library" after he waved you off.

You lifted your eyebrows silently in agreement and walked back with the rest of the 1st year's.

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years ago

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So I just discovered your maned wolf Jaskier and I thought I might add something I know about them. As the original person mentioned they are not foxes or wolves but more like a wild dog but not. They are their own thing. Also their pee smells like marijuana. I've seen some at the the national zoo in D.C. they do better in pairs or with company then on their own. The last one they had before the pair of brothers they had when I went didn't do good on their own. Their legs are sk long because they are made to see over tall grass. I love manned wolves they are so unique.

This is such a delightful bunch of facts about maned wolves! Thank you for sharing your knowledge, I adored finding out more about these fascinating creatures. As thanks, here’s a slightly different take on maned wolf!Jaskier for you.

True Colours

It was rare for graduates of Aretuza to get together. Mostly because their motives and goals were rather at odds with each other usually so it wasn't a good idea to get together. Things could get rather unpleasant. But, once in a while, they could set their ambitions aside and enjoy each other's company.

"I'm telling you, she was scum," Yennefer giggled, leaning into Fringilla's shoulder. "You can do miles better."

"I just wish I'd known what she was like before I wasted all that time on her." Nursing a freshly broken heart, Fringilla was eager for any kindness her peers would show her. "Humans are scum."

All too eager to agree, Yennefer nodded along. Humans were rather unfortunate creatures, she couldn't really help with that, ridding the Continent of them was quite unethical. But the thing about true colours, she could most definitely help with that.

"I've got the perfect spell! We can reveal the whole Continent's true colours." Laughter went up around them at the declaration and Yennefer sniffed as she straightened up. "You can all help. Or watch and learn."

It was quite amazing, how much power five drunken sorceresses could harness. The spell took a considerable amount of rather raw, unrefined Chaos and they all sprawled on the ground in a sweaty pile by the time it was done. Alas, in their drunken stupor, they noted that the spell had done nothing other than make the sky flash and rumble in an ever spreading wave until it moved out of sight.

The next morning they were all suitably hungover and more than ready to return to their usual duties. There was only so much time they could spend with each other before the truce ended and they were at each other's throats again.

Somewhere else on the Continent it was another beautiful day for Jaskier to follow Geralt around. He said follow because he'd once again managed to piss his boyfriend off and sent him stomping off ahead.

"Look, all I said was that you'd look better if you just glowered a little less," Jaskier grumbled. The lute case bounced against his back like it always did when he did a little jog to keep up with Geralt. "You do give the wrong impression sometimes. I swear you do this deliberately, hide the fact you're an absolutely cuddly sweetheart under all those onion-y layers of doom, gloom and...I have nothing that rhymes. Broom? Shroom? Groom? Fume! Because you're fuming!"

Funnily enough, it did nothing to ease Geralt's sulk but Jaskier was undeterred. This was nothing more than a blip in the journey of their love. A bit of bad weather, not even a storm.

They wandered in a manner Jaskier would call aimless while Geralt described as optimal in the hunt for a contract. At least it got them to a town in decent time, the soft summer light enough to get to an inn for food and a performance. Jaskier was ecstatic.

His set was going great, everyone was merry, having a blast as he belted out shanty after drinking song. Ale flowed, as did the coin. The sun was setting and he set his lute aside for a quick break. One moment he was staring out over the tavern and the next the world lurched. He was shorter, on all fours and everything looked and smelled different. Especially the patrons. A variety of animals stared back at him before pandemonium exploded. Most creatures reared back, staring in terror into the corner Geralt had been in, which was quite glaringly empty.

"What has that bastard done to us?" The cry went up and the dogs and foxes in the tavern rallied, ready to hunt Geralt down.

"I did nothing." A familiar voice rang through the room and everyone backed away as a harvest mouse climbed onto the table. Cute and defenceless, Geralt stared out at the tavern from the top of the table, nose twitching.

From his vantage point on the stage, with his long legs, Jaskier could see how the villagers weren't convinced. In fact, they saw an easy target and looked ready to exact revenge on an innocent party. Snarling, he raced to the other side of the room and hopped onto the table, towering over Geralt.

"He's innocent." Sharp teeth were bared fiercely at the crowd. When it didn't look like they would back down, Jaskier did the only thing he could. He picked Geralt up in his mouth and pretended to swallow while the tiny harvest mouse clambered out the side of his mouth and got lost in Jaskier's thick mane.

The villagers didn't look all that appeased but Jaskier didn't allow them to get out of control.

"Tasted like disappointment. Now. Shall we howl at the moon?" For some reason it seemed to do the trick and the shock of being turned into animals turned into a celebration.

In the morning, everyone was back to their regular human form, including Geralt. They had to make a hasty run from the village before the angry mob punished them for their existence.

"Whew! That was exciting. But also, what the fuck happened?"

There were no answers. Each night, as the sun set, they changed into animal form. Jaskier a maned wolf, Geralt a harvest mouse.

"I can't work like this," Geralt growled. "We're getting to the bottom of this."

Only, there seemed to be no help. Everywhere they went, the whole Continent seemed to turn into animals from dusk until dawn. Most villagers were wolves, bears, cats and other animals that could be tamed but the wild, aggressive undertones of predators were still there. A few were goats, cows and sheep, a few bulls. By contrast, courts were full of snakes and birds. Rarer, less straightforward to deal with. In Geralt's opinion, less pleasant to deal with. And no court's sorceress would give him a straight answer. They had to know something, Geralt knew when he was being lied to. But he didn't know what they were hiding.

With no other option, he headed home. Each night he climbed into Jaskier's mane, allowed his boyfriend to keep him safe from owls - some natural, others transformed humans who enjoyed the hunt. At the base of Kaer Morhen, he ran into something most unusual. A hyena gave Jaskier a flat stare from where it was curled in the overgrowth. By its stomach was a capybara and a hare, both looking a bit patchy and weathered. Even more interestingly, there was a cockatoo on the top of its head, eyes closed.

"Friends," Jaskier called, "we come in peace."

Never before had Jaskier felt more threatened than when a capybara and hare looked ready to tear his throat out.

"Eskel. Lambert," Geralt called and climbed to sit on the end of Jaskier's snout. "You made friends."

The hyena got to its feet, looming over the transformed Witchers protectively. "You know these two?"

"Geralt you fuck," the hare growled. "Is this your doing?"

"Would I be here if it was?" Jaskier didn't have to see the harvest mouse's face to know Geralt was rolling his eyes. Still, he tried.

It made the cockatoo screech out a laugh. "Crossed eyes do not become you, weird wolf thing."

Puffing up, Jaskier wanted to object but Geralt cut in. "Leave Jaskier out of this. Who are you travelling with?"

"I'm Aiden," the cockatoo replied, spreading his wings wide and bobbing down in a bird equivalent of a bow. "Cat Witcher by name, cockatoo by nature."

That, Geralt could have guessed, he was much more interested in the hyena who seemed keen to be forgotten. He stared at him until it got awkward.

"Cahir." The name said nothing but there was a broad, southern accent to it. Intrigued, Geralt wished he could take a better look at the man. He would be able to do so in the daylight.

Introductions out of the way, Geralt climbed down, only to scuttle across the gap and climb onto Eskel's back. The capybara grunted sleepily and settled back on the ground.

"Sleep. We've got quite the climb ahead of us tomorrow." At least it was warm, meaning the trek should only take a day without snow impeding them. They'd be home by evening.

They staggered through on four legs the following night. Mostly because Jaskier had insisted on stopping and admiring every angle of every view, sighing wistfully. Finally, they arrived at the door which had been left open a crack, only needing to be nudged open on silent, freshly oiled hinges.

"I was wondering when you'd get home," a voice greeted them. Vesemir did not look impressed as he looked over them. A gopher stared at them with a rather done expression. "Aretuza had a lot to answer for."

#geraskier #eskel/lambert/aiden/cahir #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #aiden #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #vesemir #yennefer of vengerberg #fringilla vigo #animal transformation #tldr: they all turn into animals each night

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Our Lady Of Akita

A few pious women known as the Institute of the Handmaids of the Holy Eucharist were leading a quiet, hidden life of prayer in Yuzawadai just outside of Akita when they welcomed into their novitiate Sister Agnes Katsuko Sasagawa, who was then 42 years old and a convert from Buddhism. When she entered on May 12, 1973, Agnes was totally and incurably deaf, however she was blessed with various mystical favors; soon this convent would become so well known that their little chapel would attract pilgrims from around the world.

The first miraculous event at Akita occurred on June 12, 1973, only a month after the entrance of Sr. Agnes:A brilliant light shone forth from the Tabernacle. This happened several times and was often accompanied by something resembling smoke which hung around the altar. During one of these illuminations Sr. Agnes saw ". . . a multitude of beings similar to Angels who surrounded the altar in adoration before the Host." Bishop Ito was staying at the convent to conduct a week of devotions. Sr. Agnes confided to him the circumstances of this vision, as well as all the events and apparitions that followed. Bishop Ito and the convent's spiritual director, Rev. Teiji Yasuda, were witnesses to many of the events.

Seitai Hoshikai Convent, Akita Japan

Sr. Agnes was also favored with visitations of her guardian Angel. Asked to describe the Angel, Sr. Agnes replied: "a round face, an expression of sweetness . . . a person covered with a shining whiteness like snow . . ." The guardian Angel confided various messages to the sister and often prayed with her, in addition to guiding and advising her.

On the evening of June 28, 1973, Sr. Agnes discovered on the palm of her left hand a cross-shaped wound that was exceedingly painful. On July 5, 1973, a small opening appeared in the center from which blood began to flow. Later, the pain would ease during most of the week except for Thursday nights and all day Friday, when the pain became almost unbearable.

Then on July 6 the guardian Angel appeared, telling Sr. Agnes: ". . . The wounds of Mary are much deeper and more sorrowful than yours. Let us go to pray together in the chapel." After entering the chapel the Angel disappeared. Sr. Agnes then turned to the statue of Mary situated on the right side of the altar.

The statue, which is approximately three feet tall had been carved from the hard wood of the Judea tree: it is a figure of Our Lady standing before a cross, her arms at her side with the palms of her hands facing forward. Beneath her feet is a globe representing the world.

When Sr. Agnes approached the statue, she said, "I suddenly felt that the wooden statue came to life and was about to speak to me . . . She was bathed in a brilliant light . . . and at the same moment a voice of indescribable beauty struck my totally deaf ears." Our Lady told her: ". . . Your deafness will be healed . . ." She then recited with Sr. Agnes the community prayer that had been composed by Bishop Ito. At the words "Jesus present in the Eucharist," Mary instructed, "From now on, you will add TRULY." Together with the Angel who again appeared, the three voices recited a consecration to the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, TRULY present in the Holy Eucharist. Before disappearing, Our Lady asked that Sr. Agnes "pray very much for the Pope, bishops and priests . . ."

The next morning, when the sisters assembled for the recitation of Lauds, they found blood on the right hand of the statue and two lines which crossed, in the middle of which was an opening from which the blood flowed. The wound matched that on the hand of Sr. Agnes except that, since the statue's hand was smaller, its wound was smaller. It bled on the Fridays of July during the year 1973, as did the wound on the hand of Sr. Agnes.

One of the sisters wrote: "It seemed to be truly cut into flesh. The edge of the cross had the aspect of human flesh and one even saw the grain of the skin like a fingerprint. I said to myself at that moment that the wound was real . . ."

Of special noteworthiness, the drops of blood ran the length of the statue's hand, which was open and pointing downward, yet the drops never fell from the hand.

Sr. Agnes Sasagawa

The wound on the hand of Sr. Agnes appeared on Thursday, June 28. As predicted by the guardian Angel, the wound disappeared on Friday, July 27 without leaving a trace.

The second message of Our Lady came on August 3, 1973, a First Friday, when the heavenly voice from the statue warned:

". . . Many men in this world afflict the Lord . . . In order that the world might know His anger, the Heavenly Father is preparing to inflict a great chastisement on all mankind . . . I have prevented the coming of calamities by offering Him the sufferings of the Son on the Cross, His Precious Blood and beloved souls who console Him forming a cohort of victim souls. Prayer, penance and courageous sacrifices can soften the Father's anger . . . know that you must be fastened to the Cross with three nails. These three nails are poverty, chastity and obedience. Of the three, obedience is the foundation . . . When Sr. Agnes was professed, she pronounced these three vows. Although the wound on the hand of Sr. Agnes disappeared on July 27, the wound on the hand of the statue remained until its disappearance on September 29. At that time the statue emitted a bright light. The wound had remained for three months.

While wounds in the hands of the statue bled, Bishop Ito advises that, contrary to some reports, ". ..the statue did not sweat blood or weep blood at any time."

On the evening office of September 29, 1973, the whole community saw a brilliant light coming from the statue. Almost immediately the entire body of the statue became covered with a moisture resembling perspiration. Sr. Agnes' guardian Angel told her, "Mary is even sadder than when she shed blood. Dry the perspiration."

The sisters used cotton balls to collect the moisture. Following Our Lady's message, the dazzling light that had surrounded the statue gradually disappeared.

Toward the end of May, 1974, another phenomenon occurred. While the statue's garment and the hair retained the look of natural wood, the face, hands and feet became distinguished by a dark, reddish-brown tint. Eight years later, when the sculptor came to see the statue, he could not hide his surprise that only the visible parts of Our Lady's body had changed color, and that the face itself had changed expression.

Then on January 4, 1975, to the amazement of the community and Fr. Yasuda, the statue of the Virgin began to weep and did so three times that day. Also witnessing these tears, in addition to the sisters, were Bishop Ito and a number of people who had joined the nuns for a New Year's retreat. In the 10 years following, scientific studies excluded any explanation other than the supernatural.

the tears collected on the inside edge of the eyes flowed down the cheeks, collected at the edge of the garment near the throat, rolled down the folds of the garment and fell upon the globe under Our Lady's feet.

Fr. Yasuda recorded in his book, The Tears and Message of Mary, that the statue:

. . . had completely dried out during the years since it was made and little cracks had begun to appear. It is already miraculous if water would flow from such material, but it is still more prodigious that a liquid sightly salty, of the nature of true human tears, should have flowed precisely from the eyes."

Eventually, Bishop Ito arranged for Professor Sagisaka, M.D., a non-Christian specialist in forensic medicine, to make a rigorous scientific examination of the three fluids, although the Bishop did not reveal their source. The results were: "The matter adhering on the gauze is human blood. The sweat and the tears absorbed in the two pieces of cotton are of human origin." The blood was found to belong to group B and the sweat and tears to group AB. Sr. Agnes belongs to group B.

Bishop Ito was advised by the Apostolic Nuncio to seek the assistance of the Archbishop of Tokyo in creating a commission of canonical inquiry. Unfortunately, the Inquisitor who was not Catholic was named president of this group. Without any of the members visiting the convent to conduct a personal inquiry, the commission rendered an unfavorable verdict.

Unwilling to accept a negative verdict to the events he himself had witnessed, Bishop Ito asked the advice in Rome of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, as well as the Congregation for the Propagation of the Faith. He was then advised to form another commission to study the events from the beginning. This commission rendered a favorable verdict regarding the supernatural aspects of the events.

The tears of December 8, 1979 were filmed by a televiion crew at 11 o'clock in the evening, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, and was shown on television to 12 million people throughout Japan. It is now shown by the nuns at the convent and was shown during news broadcasts throughout the world.

The sculptor of the statue, Saburo Wakasa, a non-Catholic and a citizen of Akita, was asked his reaction to the occurrences relating to the statue. He answered:

The statue of Mary was my first work connected with Christianity. Of my various statues, it is only with the statue of Mary at Yuzawadai that mysterious events occurred . . . I sculptured the whole statue of Mary, globe, and the Cross from the same piece of wood, so there are no joints . . . The wood from which I carved the statue of Mary was very dry and rather hard . . .

When questioned as to whether he regards as a "miracle" the reported shedding of tears from the statue of Mary, he replied, "It is a mystery."

Another examination of the fluids was conducted by Dr. Sagisaka of the Department of Forensic Medicine, School of Medicine, University of Akita. The results were given on November 30, 1981 and revealed that:

"The object examined has adhering to it human liquids which belong to the blood group O." Since the first analysis revealed that the blood belonged to group B and the sweat and tears to group AB, it has been established that the fluids belong to three different blood groups.

It is a medical fact that the blood, tears and sweat of an individual all belong to the same blood group. One fluid cannot differ in type from the other fluids of the same body. Since Sr. Agnes belonged to group B she could not have "ejected and transferred" blood or fluids belonging to group AB or O. The theory of the Inquisitor that Sr. Agnes exercised had ectoplasmic power wass thereby refuted.

On the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows [September 15], the statue cried for the last time. Two weeks later, Sr. Agnes' guardian Angel presented a large Bible surrounded with a brilliant light. The open Bible revealed the reference, Genesis 3:15. The Angel explained that the passage had a relationship with the tears of Mary and then continued.

. . . sin came into the world by a woman and it is also by a woman that salvation came to the world . . .

The lachrymations number 101, and they took place at irregular intervals from January 4, 1975 until September 15, 1981. The first 1 is Eve, the second, Our Lady and the 0 represents the eternal Holy Trinity.

According to the records kept by the sisters, the number of persons witnessing the tears went unrecorded on five occasions. However, all the other times they were witnessed by no fewer than ten persons, and other lachrymations were witnessed by various numbers of people, sometimes as many as 46, 55 and, for the last lachrymation, 65 people. Some of the witnesses were non-Christians and some were prominent Buddhists, including the mayor of the city.

On October 13, the anniversary of the Miracle of the Sun at Fatima, 1973, Sr. Agnes heard the beautiful voice speaking from the statue once more: "The work of the devil will infiltrate even into the Church in such a way that one will see cardinals opposing cardinals, bishops against other bishops. The priests who venerate me will be scorned and opposed by their confreres, churches and altars will be sacked. The Church will be full of those who accept compromises and the devil will press many priests and consecrated souls to leave the service of the Lord. The demon would be especially implacable against souls consecrated to God. The thought of the loss of so many souls is the cause of my sadness. If sins increase in number and gravity, there will be no longer any pardon for them."

She continued, "As I told you, if people do not repent and better themselves, the Father will inflict a terrible punishment on all humanity. It will be a punishment greater than the Flood, such as one will never have seen before. Fire will fall from the sky and will wipe out a great part of humanity, the good as well as the bad, sparing neither priests nor faithful. The survivors will find themselves so desolate that they will envy the dead. The only arms which will remain for you will be the Rosary and the Sign left by my Son. Each day recite the prayers of the Rosary. With the Rosary pray for the Pope, the bishops and the priests."

The statue wept for the last time on September 15, Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows.

Sr. Agnes was totally and incurably deaf when she entered the community, having lost her hearing on March 16, 1973. Sister was able to speak, and understood spoken messages by lip reading. As predicted by her guardian Angel, she temporarily regained her hearing on October 13, 1974. Deafness returned on March 7, 1975. Her hearing was permanently restored on May 30, 1982, as predicted by Our Lady during the first message of July 6, 1973. Both healings occurred instantaneously during Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. Sr. Agnes is today in sound health, except for the rheumatism that has affected her hands.

A canonical law regarding the judgment of a Marian apparition was issued in 1978. According to a Vatican official: ". . . the authority to hand down a conclusion regarding the authenticity of any Marian apparition is given canonically to the ordinary (the bishop) of the local diocese where the apparition took place . . ."

In his pastoral letter dated April 22, 1984, Bishop John Ito, the Ordinary of the Diocese of Niigata, wrote that having been given directives in this regard, "I authorize throughout the entire diocese of which I am charged, the veneration of the Holy Mother of Akita." The Bishop noted that the events are only a matter of private revelation, and are not points of doctrine. The Bishop also mentioned in his pastoral letter that he had known Sr. Agnes Sasagawa for 10 years. "She is a woman sound in spirit, frank and without problems; she has always impressed me as a balanced person. Consequently the messages she says that she has received did not appear to me to be in any way the result of imagination or hallucination."

Four years later, on June 20, 1988, during Bishop lto's visit to Rome, the Sacred Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith approved the contents of the pastoral letter.

Bishop Ito's official recognitions of the occurrences and the Madonna's messages were reported in the October, 1988 issue of the magazine 30 Days. In the August 1990 issue, Cardinal Ratzinger is quoted as saying that "there are no objections to the conclusion of the pastoral letter." Cardinal Ratzinger has invited the Bishop to continue to inform him about the pilgrimages and conversions.

#catholic #catholic history #our lady of akita #akita japan #japan #blessed virgin mary

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bubblewrapjunkie · 3 years ago

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ok so here's the thing that i don't see anyone talking about when it comes to "white woman's instagram" and it just irks me to no end.

most people seem to be getting that it isn't to be taken at face value and that bo isn't just throwing in a random misogyny jamboree in the middle of his special about isolation and depression and the internet. but while most posts seem to think that the drop comes with the reveal of the dead parents and how this is the big humanizing moment of the song, that's only true if you view it outside of the context of the rest of inside and its themes. the moral of the story isn't simply "you never know what someone's going through so don't judge them just because they seem basic!", it's how this thinking is part of a larger and much more frightening ecosystem.

the narrator of the song isn't a woman, it's a man looking at a white woman's instagram – the woman is an object and not the subject. apart from a select few things (the dreamcatcher, the lotr/mlk quote) none of the things listed have any intrinsic value, good or bad – they’re neutral. but not to the narrator. they're listed as evidence that she is shallow. vapid. less than. worthy of ridicule. worthy of hatred? this is the starting point for a man who thinks that his wokeness has made him impervious to misogynistic thoughts. and then we add the themes of inside to it - isolation and depression and the internet, and we see how this can escalate very quickly.

“how can this stupid bitch be so happy when i'm not? i'm a better person - i'm smarter and my interests are more important and yet here is this fucking whore posting an avocado like she expects me to give a shit? how is someone this unoriginal allowed to even exist?”

ironically, the other theme of the song, the fabrication of the perfect and aesthetically pleasing timeline, works in tandem with this. of course her life isn’t perfect, of course she has problems and sadness and ugly plastic lunchboxes with orange stains from lasagna in her too small kitchen cabinets, but the brain rot the internet gives people make them forget this, no matter how aware of the opposite we want to think that we are.

this is a bit of a tangent, but stay with me. i remember when all the "karens" started getting exposed back in 2019, and besides the horridness of their behavior and the rightful comeuppance that followed, i noticed something else. white "liberal" men coming out of the woodworks in droves, just aching for a chance to spew out some of the most misogynistic takes and "jokes" this side of andrew dice clay, because now it was okay. no need to be pc or repress any impulses because now, now they had proven villains to attack.

"yes!! see!! it's not white men, it's the women who are the problem actually!! look at these snakes, these fucking non-humans, with their two-faced fucking claims of oppression. they cannot be trusted, these false fucking cunts behaving like we all know is in their very nature, burn these witches!"

for these men, their outrage wasn't caused by the racism that the women displayed, it was caused by the women themselves (and before anyone interprets this as me giving any of the karen's a pass or defending them or whatever the fuck - please stop and no i don't, this isn't about their actions but the reactions of white men to women being morally and lawfully wrong).

i also did not see a single heartfelt "we need to talk to our daughters about this" or the usual solemn reactions that follow the bad behavior of white men. i saw an avalanche of "burn this bitch and all the other white bitches to the ground". i saw a bunch of non-racist behaviors starting to get baked into the "karen"-trope. within the span of a week, tops, it was just "women are loud and stupid and obnoxious and entitled and should just shut the fuck up - especially if they're fat and old and ugly" with a tiny mention of racism and the descriptor “white” tacked on at the very end, like an afterthought to legitimize what they thought of women, regardless of their role in systemic racism.

it is still extremely difficult for valid criticism of white women (and their instagrams) to exist without misogyny (and to some extent, classicism) eventually slipping in, especially when that criticism comes from white men.

the bigger picture of "white woman's instagram" isn't "don't judge" - it's "be cognizant of what harmless judging can lead to, and who is judging who". because what happens to the woman who doesn't post her favorite picture of her dead mother? where is her humanity? where is her redemption? "white woman's instagram" shows that a little harmless brook of misogyny always have the potential to grow to a flowing river when paired with isolation, depression or, you know, the internet.

#bo burnham #inside #inside netflix #white womans instagram #bo burnhams inside

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cherryatiny · 4 years ago

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Bambi

❁ pairing : jung wooyoung (ateez) x fem!reader ❁ genre (s) : fluff angst ❁ word count : 1,3k ❁ tw : triggering dream

Flicking the bronze coin between his thumb and pointer finger, the male dressed in a taper black suit and black hat, pressed his back against the cold wall of the train station. One man passed him but again disappeared in the darkness. Absolute stillness filled the empty space with awkward tension, not knowing where to go or what to do, confusion filled his veins as a monochrome atmosphere came towards him.

Rail squeals were the only sound hearable as an uncanny train neared him. The male appeared as a symbol of brightness in the light of destiny, but he himself didn't expect light beyond the entrance of the tunnel, because he was already suffocated in the dark light as hope left him.

The metal entrance of the train opened itself right in front of him, as he tried to look into it, only darkness was visible. No sounds, no movement, no human being. He was hesitant as to if he should get on the train, or stay in the pit of secret. „If it's head I wake up, If it's tail I get on.“ His sweet voice mumbled as he flicked the coin one last time. Tail.

Getting on the train without destination, the entrance closed behind his back, as he walked through the car of the train, looking out of the window, no route behind the fog that covered the outer space. He didn't know what destination he was going to, or where he was, the young male just wanted to know, what his destiny was, so he followed the flow that was pulling him deeper, just how a deer stares at hunter's rifle, to finally see how it pulls the trigger. „Feel it like timely rain that seeps into my dry heart.“ murmured the young male, as he approached the door to another cabin.

Stepping into the cabin with black walls and a burgundy red velvet couch. Sitting on it was a beautiful young woman with the [insert colour] locks, he got to know through all the sleepless night he spent playing with them. It felt like a stone fell off his heart as his eyes fell on the only person in the train except for him - as his eyes fell on his loved one. His charming partner was sitting on the velvet cushions, dressed in black lacy stocking and a tight-fitting black dress, as she sat down with her left leg over her right one, the dress going up and revealing her garter belt. „Y/N, my Bambi, finally someone, where are we going, what are we doing here?“

The girl just looked down without any word being said, her eyes diverting on the gun laying on the cushions beneath her. Picking it up, she grazed her fingertips over the barrel as she enclosed the muzzle to her temple, her finger wrapping around the trigger lightly. „W-what are you doing Y/N? No Y/N, put the gun down, stop!“ Tears filled his eyes as the girl in front of him pulled the trigger, but before the bullet even got a chance to propel, his loved one disappeared in the shady fog.

The young male ran towards the place she sat down on, but there wasn't any sign that someone ever was there, only a milk-coloured fog all around the place. „Y/N... where are you? My only Bambi..“ Falling onto his knees, he felt hopeless, his loved one disappeared in front of his eyes, he didn't know where he was going or what his destiny was. Getting up, he was desperate to find a solution to this situation, to escape this place, because this couldn't be real.

Reaching the dining car, he's met with the figure of the man who walked past him on the train station. Without any word, the man motioned him to sit down on the chair in front of him. Doing as he commanded, the man placed a glass of whiskey in front of him, motioning him to drink up, again, without any word being said. What he didn't or did know, was that the whiskey he was destined to drink from was poisoned and he'll soon meet the same destiny as his loved one.

Confusing wasn't the only word that described this situation, but it was the most suitable one. As he took a sip from the glass, he noticed something on its bottom. A fawn. A fawn that described the inevitable destiny, he accepted by drinking from the glass, much like the death of Socrates.

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„Wooyoungie, Wooyoungie, wake up!“ The male's body trembled as he whined from his sleep, shifting in place as he tried to end the unpleasing dreams, alerting his partner that laid next to him. Shaking his body, the girl from his dream hovered over the young male's sleeping body, trying to wake him.

He sharply woke up from his dream, gasping for breath deeply, still quivering from the terror he witnessed in his nightmare. Tears filled his eyes as he noticed the worried expression on his loved one's face. Wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her down to lay on his chest. „Oh Y/N, thanks god you're here, I had a horrific nightmare. No words can describe it.“

„It's okay Woo, I'm here, and I'll be here by your side, I won't leave you alone.“ His hands tangled into her soft locks, playing with it. „I love you my Bambi, it goes without saying, I selfishly want only myself to be living in this fairytale called you, I sometimes wonder if you know how I feel. I'm so lucky to have you in my life, you're so precious, I can't take it. You're dreamy Bambi.“ Mumbling those words of love back in response to him, she nuzzled into his chest, enjoying the comfort it gave her.

„Will you be okay to fall asleep again? Won't you fall into another nightmare Woo... should I rather run as a bath? There's a storm outside, we can open the window that's above the bathtub and just watch it with a glass of wine, as we relax in the presence of each other. Will it be okay Woo?“

„I'm in Bambi, no other answer is needed because you're my favourite. I'll do as you want“ answered the male as he lifted his girlfriend's body, so he could get up and prepare the bath while listening to her complaints that she can do it by herself. Filling the tub with mint-scented water, he undressed himself as he laid down into it, the relaxing feeling of hot water, helping him forget about the weird dream, looking out of the window to watch how the droplets of rain fell on the window ledge. The sound of water tapping on the ledge as music to their ears.

„It's a perfect night for you, come down to me. Night rain dripping down on us all night until the morning Bambi.“ The girl listened to him as she laid into the bathtub as well, laying her back on his solid chest. The two of them made a toast with their glass of wine as they just calmly watched the theatre play, nature prepared for them. „It's beautiful.“

„It indeed is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, Bambi. Nothing and no one is as beautiful as you. I'm already blinded by your beauty.“ The girl shyly dropped her head down, still not used to the amount of compliments Wooyoung fed her every day. „You're my everything Woo, whenever I'm with you, every day is like Neverland where time has stopped.“

„You're my timely rain, Bambi I don't want to waste even a second of this night just being the two of us.“ And as they continued with splashing each other in lovely words the whole night, the moon slowly started to disappear as a string of light appeared on the sky, flashing the two figures resting in the bath.

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