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[abbythewritor]

Winter is Coming. Chapter eight.

Description: Y/N Targaryen, the last true daughter of House Targaryen, bears the weight of her lineage on her broad shoulders. Young, fiercely determined, and often underestimated for her plus-size figure, she is forced into an unyielding marriage alliance with one of the most dangerous men across the seas: Crocodile, the ruthless warlord and cunning leader of Baroque Works. Torn from Westeros and thrust into the unpredictable waters of the Grand Line, Y/N must navigate the treacherous alliances, schemes, and monstrous forces that haunt her every step. As Crocodile’s bride, her life becomes a game of survival—earning his respect while enduring his cold indifference and manipulative tendencies. However, the fire in her blood will not be dimmed. With whispers of ancient dragons and visions of the Iron Throne calling her home, Y/N begins to embrace her Targaryen birthright, proving that dragons do not cower—they conquer.As war brews across the seas and in Westeros alike, Y/N’s journey will test her body, spirit, and mind. With Crocodile as both her captor and potential ally, she will rise through betrayal, blood, and fire to claim her destiny. Winter is coming, but fire and blood will follow.

Warnings: Explicit content, blood, Violence, Sexual content, you know Game of Thrones stuff.

Just to be clear: I do not own Game of Thrones or One Piece, they belong to the creators. I wrote this story on Chat GTP as to help with story structure and Spelling. Y/n in this story is overweight and plus size, as I rarely see Y/n's that are bigger in fanfiction at all, so I'd thought it will be different. THIS STORY IS NOT FOR CHILDREN!!! As like Game of Thrones, it will have a lot of explicit, and graphic scenes!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!!!!!

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The heavy doors of the throne room closed with a faint thud, leaving Y/N and Crocodile alone in the cavernous space. The torches burned low now, their flames casting long, flickering shadows that danced along the dark stone walls. The air, though stifling in its quiet tension, felt colder somehow, the warmth of the firelight failing to reach her skin.

Y/N sat stiffly in the throne beside Crocodile’s, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her shoulders were hunched slightly, though she didn’t realize it, her posture betraying the unease simmering within her. The weight of Mihawk’s parting words lingered in the air, as though the man himself had left behind an unseen specter.

Crocodile said nothing for a long while, his golden hook resting against the arm of his jagged throne, his visible eye focused on the smoldering embers in the braziers. The silence between them grew heavier with each passing second, stretching taut like the string of a bow pulled too tight.

Y/N could feel his presence beside her—a dark and brooding weight that seemed to fill the room. She kept her gaze forward, refusing to meet his eye, though the tension in her neck made it impossible to relax.

Finally, Crocodile’s voice broke the silence, low and sharp. “Back straight.”

The command snapped through the air like a whip.

Y/N startled slightly, her breath hitching as her head turned toward him in confusion. His tone carried an edge of irritation that made her chest tighten, but his gaze wasn’t on her face—it was on her posture.

“Sit properly,” he continued, this time in the Alabastan tongue—a sharp, guttural language steeped in command and tradition. His words rolled off his tongue like the growl of a predator. “Do you think this is how a ruler carries themselves?”

Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers tightening against the fabric of her robe. She straightened her back as best she could, though the motion felt forced and unnatural. Her body was already heavy with exhaustion, her muscles stiff from the lingering cold that clung to her skin.

Crocodile’s single visible eye narrowed slightly as he studied her, his expression hard and unreadable. For a moment, it seemed as though he might snap again, but then he paused.

He saw it.

The faint tremble in her hands. The way her shoulders, though stiff, shivered ever so slightly. Her lips, pale and pressed tightly together, barely concealing the signs of discomfort. She was cold.

His brow furrowed faintly, though his expression didn’t soften. He leaned back in his throne, his golden hook tapping idly against the armrest as his gaze flicked toward the firelight.

The silence stretched again, though it carried a different weight now—less oppressive, more contemplative.

Then, without a word, Crocodile shifted in his seat, the fur-lined cloak that draped his shoulders rustling faintly as he moved.

Y/N’s head turned slightly, her brows furrowing in confusion as she saw him shrug off the iconic garment, its heavy fabric pooling in his hand like liquid shadow. The inside of the cloak gleamed faintly, lined with dark, luxurious fur that radiated warmth even from where she sat.

Crocodile didn’t speak as he leaned forward, his movements deliberate but unhurried. With a rough motion, he draped the cloak over her shoulders, the weight of it settling heavily across her back.

The warmth was immediate, the fur brushing against her skin like a living thing, chasing away the lingering cold that had settled into her bones. Y/N blinked in surprise, her lips parting as she turned her head slightly to glance at him.

Crocodile’s expression was unreadable, his golden hook resting against his knee as he leaned back once more. His visible eye didn’t meet hers—instead, it lingered on the dragon eggs resting on the table beside her.

The cloak draped over her shoulders spilled partially over the eggs, its heavy folds shielding them from the chill of the room.

“Can’t have you freezing to death,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, as though annoyed with himself for the gesture. “You’re no use to me like that.”

Y/N said nothing, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the cloak as she adjusted it across her lap. The warmth seeped into her, soothing the ache in her limbs and the tightness in her chest.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Crocodile’s lips curled faintly into a smirk, though he still didn’t look at her. “Don’t mistake this for kindness,” he said, his tone sharp but lacking venom. “You’re mine to protect. Nothing more.”

Y/N nodded faintly, lowering her gaze as her fingers tightened around the edges of the cloak. She didn’t know what to make of the gesture—whether it was genuine concern or simply another way to assert his control.

But the warmth was real. And for now, that was enough.

Crocodile’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his thoughts turning unbidden to Mihawk’s parting question: “Is she your queen?”

The question had been meant to provoke, to plant doubt, and perhaps even to mock. Yet it had stirred something in him—a question he hadn’t thought to ask himself.

His eye traced the curve of her shoulders, the way the fur of his cloak framed her face, softening the sharp angles of her sorrow. She was a contradiction—a woman of fire and quiet resilience, scarred by the world yet unbroken.

Was she his queen?

The thought lingered in his mind like smoke, refusing to dissipate.

Crocodile leaned back further in his throne, his golden hook catching the firelight as it moved idly against the armrest. His expression hardened once more, though his thoughts remained distant.

“Get some rest,” he muttered, his voice curt. “You’ll need your strength.”

Y/N glanced at him briefly, unsure of what he meant, but she nodded. The weight of the cloak and the warmth it brought made it easier to relax, though the tension in her chest never fully left.

As the fire crackled low, the silence returned to the throne room, though it no longer felt quite so cold.

The tension that had hung in the air earlier now softened by an unspoken truce. Crocodile leaned back in his jagged sandstone throne, the faint smirk on his lips fading as he turned his gaze toward Y/N.

She sat beside him, her smaller throne dwarfed by his imposing seat of power. The fur-lined cloak he had draped over her shoulders pooled around her, its weight a barrier against the lingering chill in the room. She hadn’t said much after thanking him, her posture slowly relaxing as the warmth began to lull her into a rare moment of peace.

Crocodile’s visible eye remained fixed on her as the minutes stretched on. He noted the way her hands had loosened their grip on the edges of the cloak, her shoulders no longer hunched. Her breathing slowed, soft and even, as her body gave in to the pull of exhaustion.

Then, almost imperceptibly, her head tilted to the side, her chin dipping as her eyes closed.

She had fallen asleep.

Crocodile’s heart swelled unexpectedly, a sensation he hadn’t felt in years—if ever. His brow furrowed slightly, but his gaze softened as he observed her. She looked… vulnerable, her usually guarded expression now relaxed in slumber. The faint tear stains on her cheeks caught the firelight, a reminder of the weight she carried even in moments of rest.

Foolish girl, he thought, though the thought lacked its usual bite.

His eye drifted downward, landing on the dragon eggs cradled in her lap beneath the cloak. She had insisted on keeping them close, her hands occasionally brushing against their smooth, scaled surfaces as though she were drawn to them instinctively.

Crocodile sighed softly, a sound that might have been mistaken for annoyance, though it carried something deeper. He leaned forward, careful not to disturb her as he reached out with his gloved hand.

One by one, he lifted the eggs, his touch uncharacteristically gentle as he moved them from her lap. Their weight was solid, familiar now after watching her handle them with such care. He placed them carefully on a low table near the fire, arranging them so that the warmth of the flames would reach them evenly.

Crocodile had observed her closely in the days since the eggs arrived, noting the way she treated them as if they were already alive. He had scoffed at first, dismissing it as sentimental nonsense, but the longer he watched, the more intrigued he became.

The faint pulse he felt when he touched the eggs… It wasn’t his imagination.

Behind him, a faint snort broke the silence, accompanied by the muffled sound of poorly concealed laughter.

Crocodile’s head snapped around, his gaze zeroing in on the two guards stationed near the far end of the room. They straightened immediately under the weight of his glare, their faces paling as they exchanged nervous glances.

One of them coughed awkwardly, forcing his companion to mimic the action as they hastily returned to their rigid postures.

Satisfied, Crocodile turned back to the eggs, his lips curling faintly into a smirk. His men knew better than to comment on his actions—or at least they should by now.

The fire crackled softly as the eggs rested by its warmth, their textured surfaces glinting faintly in the flickering light. Crocodile’s gaze lingered on them for a moment longer before shifting back to Y/N.

Her head had lolled to the side slightly, her cheek pressing against the fur of the cloak. Her breathing remained soft and even, her hands now resting loosely against her lap.

The sight stirred something deep within him—a quiet, unspoken tenderness he couldn’t quite place. It was… unfamiliar, uncomfortable even, but not unwelcome.

The peace of the moment was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching. Crocodile’s expression darkened slightly as he turned his gaze toward the source. A guard entered the room, his face tense as he carried a folded note in his gloved hand.

“My lord,” the guard said, bowing his head as he stopped a few paces away. “A message for you.”

Crocodile held out his hand, his golden hook gleaming in the firelight as he motioned for the note. The guard approached cautiously, placing the folded parchment into his hand before stepping back quickly.

Unfolding the note, Crocodile’s visible eye scanned the neat, bold handwriting that marked the page. His jaw tightened slightly as he read, his grip on the paper growing firm enough to crinkle the edges.

The message was brief, but it carried enough weight to set his teeth on edge:

"Crocodile— A unique opportunity has come to my attention. Let’s discuss it over lunch. You know where to find me. D. Doflamingo."

Crocodile’s lips curled into a snarl, the faintest growl escaping his throat.

Doflamingo.

The name alone made his blood boil. The man was an arrogant, manipulative bastard—a spider weaving his webs of deceit across the seas. Crocodile had dealt with him before, but never willingly. Doflamingo’s presence in anything always signaled chaos.

The mention of Y/N and the rumors surrounding their marriage made the note all the more grating. What game is he playing now? Crocodile thought bitterly.

He folded the note sharply, his mind already churning as he considered his next move.

The faint sound of Y/N’s breathing brought his attention back to her, her peaceful slumber starkly contrasted with the growing storm brewing in his mind.

Crocodile exhaled slowly, his irritation subsiding just enough for him to refocus. Whatever Doflamingo wanted, he would deal with it. But for now, he let the note rest on the arm of his throne, leaning back as his gaze drifted between Y/N and the dragon eggs by the fire.

The storm could wait.

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The Red Force rocked gently on the waves, the bright sun gleaming off its crimson sails as the infamous Red-Haired Pirates reveled in yet another impromptu party. Laughter, cheers, and the clink of mugs filled the air as the crew sprawled across the deck, their boisterous energy as wild as the sea itself.

Shanks sat in his usual spot, leaning back against a barrel near the ship’s helm. A wide grin split his face as he raised his mug of ale high, the sunlight catching the faint scars that crisscrossed his rugged features. His red hair gleamed like fire, tousled and untamed, matching the carefree energy that seemed to radiate from him.

“Another toast!” Shanks bellowed, his voice carrying over the noise of the crew. “To the sea, to freedom, and to the poor bastards who think they can catch us!”

The crew roared with laughter, mugs clinking together as they downed their drinks. Benn Beckman leaned against the railing nearby, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he smirked at the scene. Lucky Roux let out a loud guffaw, already reaching for another hunk of meat to stuff into his mouth.

“Shanks, you’re going to drink the whole barrel dry!” Yassop teased, striding over with his own mug in hand.

“Maybe I will!” Shanks shot back with a laugh, his grin widening.

But as the festivities continued, something caught Yassop’s attention—a shadow that swept across the deck, followed by the soft flutter of wings. He turned his head just in time to see a seagull descending, a newspaper clutched in its talons.

The bird dropped the paper unceremoniously at Shanks’s feet before flapping away, leaving the captain to glance down at it with mild curiosity.

“Well, what’s this?” Shanks muttered, leaning forward to snatch up the paper.

Yassop’s expression shifted, his carefree grin faltering as his gaze lingered on the rolled-up newspaper. Something about it made his stomach twist—an unshakable sense of unease.

Shanks, oblivious to Yassop’s sudden silence, unrolled the paper with one hand, his grin still in place. But as his eyes scanned the bold headline on the front page, the smile faded.

“WARLORD CROCODILE FORGES MARRIAGE ALLIANCE WITH TARGARYEN PRINCESS.”

Shanks’s brow furrowed deeply, his jaw tightening as he read further. Details of the arrangement, vague as they were, painted a clear enough picture. Crocodile had struck a deal with Y/N’s brother, Viserys Targaryen, to marry her—a union meant to strengthen his position in Alabasta.

The paper crumpled in Shanks’s hand before he even realized it.

“Captain?” Yassop’s voice was careful, his concern evident as he stepped closer.

Shanks didn’t look up immediately. His mind churned, memories surfacing unbidden—memories of the Targaryen family.

He remembered Viserys well enough: a spoiled, conniving little shit with a mouth too big for his own good. The boy had always strutted about like a king, using his family’s legacy as a shield to hide his own weakness. A whore in all but title, selling anything—anyone—if it suited his ambitions.

And then there was Y/N.

The contrast between the siblings couldn’t have been starker. Y/N had been kind, soft-spoken, and graceful in ways Viserys would never understand. Despite the weight of her family’s reputation, she had carried herself with quiet dignity, her kindness shining even in the darkest moments.

Shanks had met her years ago, during one of his many escapades. She had been young then, though already burdened by the shadow of her brother. She had been unlike anyone he’d ever met—gentle, empathetic, but with a quiet strength that lingered beneath her soft exterior.

And she was beautiful.

Even now, Shanks could recall the way her smile had lit up a room, her laughter a balm to the soul. Her weight, her fuller frame, had never diminished her beauty in his eyes. If anything, it had made her more radiant—a stark defiance against the cruel standards of nobility.

But now, to see her name in this paper, tied to Crocodile of all people…

“Shanks,” Yassop said again, his voice firmer now.

Shanks finally looked up, his scarlet hair falling across his face as he met Yassop’s gaze. The anger in his eyes was unmistakable, though it was tempered by something deeper—disgust.

“He sold her,” Shanks muttered, his voice low and venomous.

Yassop frowned, his brow furrowing. “Viserys?”

“Who else?” Shanks growled, tossing the crumpled paper to the deck. “That bastard sold his own sister to Crocodile—a fucking warlord. He didn’t even think twice.”

The crew had gone quiet now, their laughter and chatter fading as they picked up on the tension radiating from their captain. Benn Beckman stepped closer, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers.

“Do you know her?” Benn asked quietly, his sharp eyes studying Shanks carefully.

Shanks nodded, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled heavily. “Yeah. I knew her.” He paused, his jaw clenching. “She didn’t deserve this. Not her. She’s nothing like that snake she calls a brother.”

Benn said nothing, his gaze drifting to the crumpled paper on the deck.

“She was kind,” Shanks continued, his voice softer now, though the anger still lingered beneath the surface. “She didn’t belong in that family—didn’t belong in his world. And now he’s thrown her to Crocodile like she’s nothing.”

Lucky Roux, who had been quietly listening, frowned deeply. “What are you gonna do about it, Captain?”

Shanks’s lips curled into a grim smile, his grip tightening around the handle of his mug. “I don’t know yet,” he admitted. “But I can’t let this sit. Not with her involved.”

Benn stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. “If you go after Crocodile, it’ll draw attention. You know that.”

“Let it,” Shanks snapped, though his tone softened almost immediately. He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. “I just need to figure out what’s really happening here. Why Crocodile? Why her? This doesn’t add up.”

Yassop stepped forward, resting a hand on Shanks’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out,” he said simply. “You’ve got all of us, Captain. Whatever you decide, we’re with you.”

Shanks glanced around at his crew, their faces serious, their loyalty unwavering. His heart swelled with gratitude, though the anger in his chest burned brighter still.

“Good,” Shanks said quietly, his voice steady now. “Because I’m not letting him win. Not this time.”

He turned his gaze toward the horizon, the sun casting the sea in shades of crimson and gold. Somewhere out there, Y/N was trapped in a world of power and ambition, her fate tied to a man who saw her as nothing more than a piece on his board.

And Shanks would be damned if he let that stand.

“Set a course for Alabasta,” Shanks ordered, his voice firm and resolute. “It’s time we paid Crocodile a visit.”

The Red Force roared to life, the crew springing into action as they prepared to set sail.

But.

As Shanks leaned down to pick up the crumpled newspaper yet again, the bold headline about Y/N and Crocodile still stared back at him, the ink smudged from his grip. He smoothed the page absentmindedly, his thoughts churning as he turned to the next section of the paper.

And then he froze.

His eyes scanned the smaller headline, and a sharp, bark-like laugh escaped his throat before he could stop it.

“PRINCE VISERYS TARGARYEN FOUND DEAD IN ALABASTA.”

Shanks read further, his grin widening as he took in the details. Viserys, the so-called "last dragon" of his line, had been found naked in a noble’s estate in northern Alabasta. The scene was described with gruesome simplicity: a single sword strike to the chest, precise and unmistakable, had ended his life.

But it wasn’t the death itself that caught Shanks’s attention—it was the description of the wound. The clean, singular strike. The exacting precision of it. The kind of strike that only one man in the world could have delivered.

“Mihawk,” Shanks muttered, shaking his head with a low chuckle.

“Captain?” Yassop’s voice broke through the moment, drawing Shanks’s attention. The sharpshooter’s brow furrowed as he stepped closer, his concern etched across his face. “What’s so funny? You’re laughing like a damn madman.”

Shanks held up the paper, tapping the section about Viserys with his finger. “He’s dead,” Shanks said simply, his grin widening. “The little shit’s finally dead.”

Yassop blinked, caught off guard. “Viserys? What the hell happened to him?”

“Mihawk happened,” Shanks replied, tossing the paper onto the barrel beside him. “The mark on his chest—one clean stroke. That’s Hawk Eyes, no doubt about it.”

Lucky Roux let out a laugh, his mouth half-full of meat. “Mihawk killed the bastard? Guess someone finally got sick of him.”

“Good riddance,” Benn Beckman muttered, picking up the paper and scanning the article himself. He exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his expression thoughtful. “The question is, why was Mihawk even there? Alabasta’s a long way from his usual haunts.”

Shanks’s grin faltered slightly, his expression turning more serious. “That’s what I’d like to know,” he said quietly.

He leaned back against the railing, his hand brushing absently through his red hair as he thought it over. Mihawk wasn’t the type to kill without reason. If he’d been in Alabasta, striking down someone like Viserys, it wasn’t by coincidence.

“Think he was there for Crocodile?” Yassop asked, his voice low.

“Maybe,” Shanks replied, though his tone carried uncertainty. “Or maybe he was there because of Y/N.”

The thought hung heavy in the air, a weight that neither Shanks nor his crew could ignore.

Despite the satisfaction of knowing Viserys was dead—naked, humiliated, and stripped of whatever power he thought he’d had—it didn’t change the reality of Y/N’s situation. She was still in Alabasta, still bound by the chains of a forced marriage to one of the most dangerous men in the world.

The fire in Shanks’s chest reignited, his earlier laughter fading into a grim determination. “Mihawk might’ve done her a favor by taking out her brother,” he said, his voice steady. “But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s still in Crocodile’s grasp.”

Benn folded the paper neatly, tucking it under his arm as he met Shanks’s gaze. “So what’s the plan, Captain?”

Shanks straightened, his grin returning, though it carried a sharper edge now. “We sail to Alabasta. Find out what Crocodile’s really up to. And if Mihawk’s still there…”

He trailed off, his grin widening into something almost feral.

“...well, it’ll be nice to catch up with an old friend.”

The crew roared in agreement, the energy on the ship shifting into high gear as they adjusted their course.

As the Red Force cut through the waves, Shanks turned his gaze toward the horizon, the light in his eyes as fierce as the sun.

Viserys was dead. Y/N was alive. And the game was far from over.

“Hold on, princess,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low but resolute. “We’re coming for you.”

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[xylinthia]

Berellinth the Knight

Was a drawing in my sketchbook initially. Pastel, colored pencil, watercolor, and pen. Painted over it and changed the colors in ClipStudio. I made her a little hairier since I'd like to think she's half elf, half cait sidhe.

[scotianostra]

July 1st 1543 saw the Treaty of Greenwich, between Henry VIII and Earl of Arran, Regent of Scotland, agreeing betrothal of Mary Queen of Scots and Henry’s son Edward Prince of Wales

Following the Scottish defeat at the Battle of Solway Moss the previous year, England and Scotland signed the treaty of Greenwich on 1st July, 1543. Coming at a time of frequent conflict between the countries, a key clause of the treaties was that Mary Queen of Scots, then aged one, was betrothed to Prince Edward Tudor, then aged five.

At this time protestant England found itself in a tactically precarious position. The Auld Alliance between Scotland and France meant that England was surrounded by enemies. A particular concern was that the French could use Scotland as a base to launch an invasion of England from the north. Both England and France viewed marriage of a member of their royal family to the recently born Queen Mary as a vital diplomatic, political and tactical tool, and as such made moves to try and form a treaty to do so. Even at 6 months old, Mary was a politic pawn.

Going back to Solway Moss, the death toll at the battle itself was not especially high, the English captured 1200 Scottish soldiers, including important figures such as Earls, Lords, and 500 landowners and noblemen, this gave them a big bargaining chip. With a substantial swathe of the country’s nobility imprisoned in the Tower of London and the Scottish military out fought on the battlefield, the Scottish representative, the Earl of Arran, was forced into accepting the terms of the treaties of Greenwich.

The Scottish Parliament ultimately cancelled the treaty in December 1543, with the English insistence that Scotland dissolve the Auld Alliance having caused particular anger. Henry’s retaliation was shockingly brutal, even by the standards already established in the long conflict between England and Scotland. English armies were sent north with the only intention being for them to cause destruction and fear until the Scottish Parliament agreed to the marriage between Mary and Edward. Henry’s orders to his troops were clear: “…Put all to fyre and swoorde, burne Edinborough towne, so rased and defaced when you have sacked and gotten what ye can of it, as there may remayn forever a perpetual memory of the vengeaunce of God lightened upon them for their faulsehode and disloyailtye.”

For two years English armies, under the command of the Earl of Hertford, waged a campaign of destruction and terror in Scotland, destroying whole towns such as Dunbar and Leith. Henry died in 1547, but the campaign continued under the leadership of the regent, Edward Seymour, Duke of Somerset. The Scots suffered a particularly devastating defeat at the Battle of Pinkie Cleugh, when a bombardment from English artillery, longbow men and naval forces led to a shocking death toll, and highlighted the arrival of modern military techniques to the British Isles.

George Gordon, 4th Earl of Huntly is attributed as saying “I lyke not thys wooyng.” giving us the term we know today for the period “The Rough Wooing” it was popularised many years later by Sir Walter Scott

Ultimately, Mary’s mother secured her daughter’s safe escape to France, where it was agreed she would marry the Dauphin Francis, the son of the French king. Despite the bloody retaliation for breaking them, the treaty of Greenwich had failed to achieve their main aim. The official treaty for this will be covered in a post next Wednesday.

The picture is a beautiful 19th century bust of Mary Queen of Scots by French sculptor Albert-Ernest Carrier-Belleuse and is in The San Francisco, de Young Museums’ Legion of Honor Gallery.

[atridesmediator]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

oh my god thank you so much for this ask !!

1. the sun. i love the sun. from the very thing in the sky to the symbol of it. it’s warm it’s neat it’s hot and in every culture there is like some interesting shit about sun because IT’S THE SUN. i think i can get why are the solar cults is kinda a big thing

2. folklore. it’s like THE combination of everything at once and there is so much to be written about and yet the oral tradition is dying and it’s kinda sad but there is still people who tries to write everything down and yeah. yeah. i love it with all of my heart and i wish a could continue my studies in this field but well. yeah.

3. swords. three years in fencing!! swords still are cool!! history of swords !!! the art of sword wielding !!!! SWOORDS !!!!!!!

4. music. of course it’s music. listening, learning, creating. everything. theory is like a magic you either understand it on a deep personal level and vibe with it without any learning or you’re bleeding crying digging yourself in the books and with all the pain and slowly understanding it. and it’s wonderful i mean wow. this is a deep level of chthonic shit.

5. just the working process. i need to do something i need to make my hands full i need to- well yeag the sitting still was never an option. i love creating!! i love working!!!

[laurmaus]

my rant (analysis????thing about that one scene in Our Fears Mcd thats been hidden in my notes app for like 2 years sorry it’s a little long

ok so it’s been a few days and i completely forgot most of what i was gonna say about the whole dante aphmau illusion bht the whole thing was so ?????????? liek the way garroth and ESPECIALLY laurence’s reactions to their “worst fear” and their worst fear itself is SOOO FUCKING WEIRD and out of character becayse that’s NOT what their worst fear woulld be ????)))))) starting with garroth because his whole personality as a guard is that he wants nothing but happiness and safety for aphmau and like we don’t know a lot about his personal life and struggles besides like zane and the whole dispwnment thing ok maybe we do but what i’m trying to say is that aphmau holding hands and Kissing a guy is Not his worst fucking fear………. the whole scene could’be been so much better if the illusion was aphmau Dead or like extremely hurt or fake dante threatening the two to hurt aphmau right in front of them or something like the whole shipping bait was so unnecessary I KNOW ITS NOT THAT DEEP BUT 😑😑😑 ok now for layrence he was done SOOOOO DIRTY like Extremely dirty from the way he reacted to the fact that his worst fear was aphmau just kissing dante too…….. starting with how he reacted it was INSANELY out of character for the time that it was written there was no build up to his personality suddenly switching to anger ridden like he’s never been seen like this before ?????? skimming through the moments hes had since he’s still generally New to the series he has NEVER lashed out like that??????? even when zane was insulting aphmau and he had to lie to make it seem like they were together he is Cool Calm and Collected it’s so weird so see him get so mad so quick like he was YELLINNGGGG thad was some unnecessarily. Possessive reaaction personally it makes more sense when i add the fact that my theeory is rhag he believed aphmau was under hypnosis or a spell or something but this is COMPLETELY a theory like it’s the only explanation to him acting out like that PLUS THE FACT THAT HE TRIED TO ATTACK DANTE ????????? he CONSIOUSLY WENT TO ATTACK HIM JUSF BC HE WAS GONNA KISS APHMAU I GET THAT HE THIUGHT SHE WAS IN DANGER UNDER THE PREMISE OF A SUPPOSED SPELL BUT OTHERWISE THAT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE…. i KNOW for a fact aphmau ddint think that far through and just wanted a ooooh my guards are Jelous☺️☺️moment and its aggrivating bevauuse i KNOW that he should have been asking if she was ok instead of just arguing at a ghost i get that hees protective but😞 you can HEAR HIM SLASH HIM REPEADLY TOO LIKE I KNOW HE STABBED THAT SWOORD STRAIGHT THROUGH HIS BACK OR WRM OR SMEHTING UOOU HEAR IT GO IN EEUEUUEGH the cheap sound effect is So😦(samsung version) THIS PLUS HIS GENERAL AREGIVATED DEMEANOR ENCOURAGES THE IDEA THAT LAURENCE CARES MORE ABOUT GOING AFTER WAHTEVER IS THREATENING HIM INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON GETTING WPHMAU AWAY (which is the OPPOSITE of what happened in the nether when saving the chicken sha man+ MAKING SURE SHES OK ANF FURTHER SUPPORTS GARROTHS SUSPICIONS i could say that the remnants from him being a shadow night like made him be way more violently impulsive but from the videos canonicity itself i know aphmau wasn’t thinking of that when writing this scene… personally i gues i see how this could be in character i just cannt sincerely undedstand how laurence’s morals and beliefs coincide with attempting to harm a possibly innocent man it’s so ARURRGGGGGDDD (sound effect sounds better in my head trust me☹️

ok now to the fear itself layrence is not even officially apart of the guard he hasn’t known aphmau for too long INCLUDING the Months(?) that he was trapped in the nether for and i KNOW they’re really close now and he apparently has a crush on her (WHICH WAS SUPER SUDDEN TOO AND ALSO OVERWRITES PREVIOUS LORE ABOUT HIM NOT LIKING SASHA AND THAT SHE WAS THE ONLY ONR THAT HE COULD BE “normal with” ((SUPER COOL IDEA BTW I REALLY LIKED THAT!!!!!!! THEN HE SUDDENLY ANNOUNCED THAT HE SNOULDNT HAVE LET SASHA GO ???????? i guess it could just be chslked up to him lying but what need was there for that….. the switch up is so random and like she’s suppose to be dead when he said that why not just admit you loved her i guess it could’ve been laurence still not accepting the fact that he actually loved her but i don’t think aph meant for his words to be so deep seeing how she writes mcd😭😭😭😭 if they geniuenly wanted to develop the idea that laurence has a crush on aphmau then wouldn’t it make more sense for him to say he had a crush on her and after she died it was difficult blah blah blah BONDING!!!!! and then at the end he couldve been like oh…. speaking to you right now reminds me of how we use to t- nevermind. IDK ITS CONRY BUT IT MAKES SO MICH MORE SENSE STORY WISE/// THE WHOLE THING SO FUCKING WEIRD AND ALL TO BUILD UP TO HIM HETTING A SPONANOUS CRUSH ON APHMAU FOR NO FUCKUNG REASON. HIS ENTIRE PERSONALOTY IS BASED ON A MAN THATS A CASANOVA BUT DOESNT ACTUALLY FEEL ANY ROMANTIC ATTRACTION TOWARDS THE WOMEN HE CHASES!!!!!!!!! laurence canonically struggles with expressing himself sincerely and ended up coping by making hismelf out to be a douchebaggy man who feels the need to flirt with everyone in order to feel validated by people that (in his mind) wouldn’t like him otherwise!!!! this chatavyer concept opened a HUGE DOOR for development which we actually started ti see when he opened up about his persona and started to interact with aphmau as less of a fake love interest but a friend!!!!!!!!!! but knowing that he DID indeed love sasha AND loves aphmau makes their development into closer friends void because it was a supposedly a crush the whole time i really don’t think it’s that serious i juus feel like SO MUCH WAS THROWN AWAY FOR A FORCED CRUSH THAT COULD HAVE BEEN BUILT UP MUCH BETTER THAN IT WAS!!!!!!!!!! i’m like skimming through old episodes right now and have rewatched that one section in Our Fears like Twenty times so far to analyze but watching laurence and aphmau banter is really silly and☹️☹️☹️it sucks how they cant just be funny friends with and loving eachother geniuennly with the /r jokes here annd there not because laurence has a not so secret crush on pahmau but because they’re wacky friends!!!!!!! bffs where one (Phmau helps the other (L heal and overcome his struggles !!!!!! their dynamic is so fun and lively annf laurence’s character development up to this point had been really satisfying minus the crush😞😞 everuhtingg is so susaauuauaaaaaaaihh jusf BE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!! BE FRIENDS PLEASE but anyways he’s not even apart of liekt he pheonix drop guard i guess ????? at this time which makes his worst fear beign aphmau being kissed by another man so Pathetic he has cadenza and the nether people and him being a shadow guard and just so much more to worry about than aphmau same with garroth!!!!!!! i feel like there’s so much mroe that could’ve been explored if they had just considered making the illusion more Personal ?????? i was also thinking that making them both see a completely different illusion I DONG KNOW HIW TO EXPLAIN IT LIKE oooh smoke Sparkles Boom they’re in a different place and see the fear like it was done for aphmaus fear and dante’s fear!!!!!!!

going back to garroth too a few episodes ago he was talking about how he was afraid that something might happen with laurence now that’s he can see so maybe the illusion could have been laurence attacking aphmmau right in front of him and like his armor and weapons are gone when he goes to fight and hes like 😦😦 or replace laurence with zane or whatevver or he’s like married to his fiancé and aphmau is Gone what i’m saying is there was SO MUCH POTIENTIAL OOOH O AND LIKE LAURENNCES PERSONAL ILLUSIOKN COULD HAVE BEEN HIM HRUTING ALHMAU OR CADENZA AGAINNDT HIS WILL AS LIKR A SHADOW NIGHT!!!!!!!! OR IDK IMAGINNE “we should split up and look around for……” BOOM garroth looks to the left and lauurence is GONE….. it’s all like ?$)&!???!?? until he looks fowaard at the steeps and 💥💥😨😨😨 LAURENCE is STANDUNG there with APHMAU HURT ON THE SCENE!!!!!!!!!!! n he’s like laurenncz….??????? thannk irene you found hLAURNECE!!!!??!;???;??🤯🤯🤯 actually BETTER IDEA THIS IS THE BEBEST ONE ITS ONE ILLUSION NOT TWO SEPERATE ONES!!!!! RIGHT SO GARROTH IS JUST THHERE AND SEED LAURENCE AND HE LIKE SUDDENLY GAINS CONSIOUSNNES AND LIKE LOOKS DOWN BOOM SHADOW KNIGHT ARMMOR HES GOT A SWORD IN HIS HAND AND ITS COVVERE IN BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!! loook doen Aphmau There she’s Gone in that one pose you know the one i’m talking about and then he turnns around 2 c the garroth thags just in taht one standing emoji pose and he like seees the blood on his dacve and OOOH IT WOUKDVE BEEN SO COOL… i understand the limitations that come with making a roleplay series with npcs ghat have like limited movement obvsiosuly it wouldn’t be as elaborate as this but i see it in my Mind…… ONE LAST THING BEFORE I FORGET it not sure if this is a typo or intentional or just a little fact that wasnnt meant to be taken all that serious but when malachi was explaining his backstory he mentioned how he could show peoples “fears” not exclusively their “greatest fear” WHICH might excuse this entire scene (minus the inaccurate character portrayls ) and make most of what i said void but i still stand by all of it!!!!!!!!! i’m not taking this excuse from someone who mistyped one of their MOST IMPORTANT character’s name MULTIPLE TIMES to the point where a misspelling became their canon name😭😭😭😭 but overall i jsur feel ike this entire episode and concept of a “greatest fear” being watered down to throwing some wood into a Shipping Arguement Fire for the two most important characters right after aphmau could have been so much more!!!!!!! like i get that aphmau getting with someone else might just be one of garroth and laurence’s shared fear but that doesn’t excuse how laurence acted and ESPECIALLY how uncharacteristically their dialogue was after the whole debacle OH MY GOD I DIDNNNT EVEN MENTION JOW THEY ACTDD ATTERWORDS ok i’m getting tired of this Long ass essay but basically afterwords they kept questioning aphmau and dante on whether or not they kissed or whatevver and i feel so dumb right nowow this is unrelated but i’m just laying here on mymt bed Wirting this at 11:32 am instead of drawing or beingpeoduxtive or skemtjjngnevevrmind i joined a. Friend Call😊😊😊😊

ojay i left nothing interesting was happening but getting back on topic the fact that only laurence seemed to be concerned about aphmaus well beign when the whole illusion was over seems so weird especially since i would’ve expected garroth to say something about her aswell ?????? this is definitely nitpicky i just feel like i should mention the emphasis on dante and aphmau kissing instead of aphmaus wellbeing like they Shouldvve been douign…… like maybe ask about the next course of action or who dante is and what theyvve gone through or if theyre hurt wspecially laurenc before this episod he was more a less soft spoken i LOVVVE his Sassy Man persona just not before his actual character beliefs IDK HWO TO FEEL ABOUT THIS ANYMOORE yes i get theuure in shock i just feel like therees something off about this whole thing and i CANR EXPLAIN IT IN WOORDS I XANNT!!!!! i need teb notes all to be plugged into my mindndohmtmtgoodoss cddbdsdxxxcccccc cbc but yeah laurence is funny while he’s questioning them though so it’s ok and then afterwards when garroth is lik “especially the vision we saw now… that was, hard to take.” seems so out of place and weird wny doesn’t he question what happened or how they even found the child of wahetever the more the series goes on everythign seems to shift to focus more on the shipping aspects of things instead of going towards what the characters would realistically be worried about yeah yeah it’s her show i just wish that a little more was out into the dialogue during this bit to flesh them out more maybe i’m completely misinterpeting their characterrs because i’m Wacky but woudlnbg aph b like telling him everurjjng i DONNT JNWO!!!!!!!!!!!! overall i dont think the entire confrontation scene should have happened i thjnk they would have talked to aphmau eprsonally about what happenend instead of just Lamboding idk the word but that’s what i said in my head on dante and him kissing apjmau as guards that should not be their priority and i praay this is a one time thing otherwise scene was fine by itself i love❤️ Aph Mau team garmau forevver though (as of now(

no but srs i know this all sounds really corny and imm sure i look crazy right nowwhile you read this all out but this is liek directly from my brain to the paeer these are my Thoughts live not includdinng the ones i coudknnt add bc i was somehehrre else and then jsut Forgot about it!!!!!!!!!!! it’s crazy too becwysue this scene has always had such a special place in my heart (Gross) ever since i watched it when it first came out i ate this shit up!!!!!! annd now to look back and realize everything that was wrong with this part of the video and i know that there’s a BUNCH of more off moments like these but this one is just SO imporrynant to me i Sont know why and i can’t remmeber anymore because my okd notion of the video has been replacced eith me watchingn it from a few days ago but to seee myswlf continue to be interested by this straange but charming continuity annd story it’s just so important to me and was a HUGE part of my childhoood i would watch new videos from aphmau when they came out n eveerutnjng i remmeber hetting on the couch at like 9am to watch her new fnaf series videos i explicitly remember the one with the puppet jumpscare i was so fuckign scared😭😭😭😭 and i remmebr watching this one early in the morning too i thjnk idk jf this is me misremmebrjng and my brain being jumbled up bevauus that Happens sketimems and mixing up which videos i watched but i KNOW i would wake up early in the mirnirng to go to the livingn room and watch Aphmau i feel the need to critique it for what it is now and juust be Hinest with msuellf since i just saw so kuch wrong id dinnt know where i was going with this but i care for thier characters so much i just wnnat them to b real and Happy☹️☹️ love u guuys

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Swoord

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[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #30: SWOORDS! in Buda & Pest

‘Let's do SimRonan. We have to. It is our duty.’

‘No.’

‘SimRonan!!!!!’

‘No.’

‘SWORDS!!!! NOT AFRAID!!!’

‘No one outside our scene knows SimRonan.’

‘Swwoooords! I'm doing SimRonan! VICTORY!’

It's been like this all month, @franzliszt-official. She's marked it in her calender. Now you just get SimRonan…or something like that.  Although probably none of you knows who SimRonan is.  It's not an educational gap. Believe me. So, be prepared for the most German (not only German, Berghainish-German) piece „we“ have ever created.

The really ironic thing is that she actually owns an Access Virus that we USE FOR REALLY EVERY OTHER THING EXCEPT THIS SONG! Find the bug!

Ich hab keine Angst I am not afraid!!! Uh, I am not afraid!! Schwerter! Von Buda & Pest Victory. I am carrying a sword!!! On a battlefield!!! Not literally! In the figurative sense!! Sie sind an meiner Wand!! In Weimar! Not Vengeance! Weil ich ein netter Kerl bin (bin)! Hungary!!! (Hangry? ;)) Swords!!! Of Buda!! And Pest! UNGARN! I will give, all I can offer! And get swords! Not afraid! Not unhappy either! You are afraid!!! Afraid of Liszt! WEIL DU WAHRSCHEINLICH SIGISMUND THALBERG BIST! And not as good as Franz Liszt! Because you are AUSTRIAN!!! ÖSI!!!!! Not afraid! Just piano bassline You are afraid of piano bassline!!!! Oh, Song gets heavier! Everybody is dancing! SCHWERTER! Of Buda & Pest! A lot of Hungarian revolution metaphers! Song vorbei? Not afraid! Want Cognac!? Und Frauen! Not afraid!!! Tune gets heavier Everybody is dancing! SCHWERTER! Of Buda & Pest! A lot of Hungarian revolution metaphers! Song vorbei? Not afraid! Want Cognac!? Und Frauen! OH MEIN GOTT! SWORDS! Not afraid! NOT AFRAID! NOT Fraid! Not afraid…. ……. ……Thoughts… ………… FIND OUT WHAT KNOBS DO… You are afraid-er!!! Everybody is dancing! SCHWERTER! Of Buda & Pest!  A lot of Hungarian revolution metaphers Not afraid! Want Cognac!? Und Frauen! SWORDS! NOT AFRAID!

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Captain Pearse's list of pirates intending to take the King's Pardon (sorted)

Abraham Adam Adams Addy Adonijah Alexander Allen Andrew Andrews Anthony Archibald Arrowsmith Arterile Arthur Ashworth Auger Austin B Barker Barnes Barton Bass Beach Bead Benjamin Berry Birdsale Bishop Bradley Bridges Brown Bryan Bryce Burgess Calvorley Campbell Carman Carroll Carye Champeon Chandler Charles Charlton Charnock Cheek Chissom Chow Christopher Clapp Clarke Clies Clois Coates Cockram Codd Connelly Connor Cornelius Creigh Crew Cullomore Dalrymple Daniel Darby Davey David Davis Daws Dennis Derickson Divelly Dominic Dryker Dunkin Dwoouby Ealling Earle Edmundson Edward Edwards Emly Farrow Fasset Fennet Feversham Forbes Francis Fryers Gador Garrison Garrt Gee Geo George German Glinn Goodson Goudet Grahame Gratrick Griffith Harris Hasselton Hawkins Hawks Hays Henry Hill Holmes Hornigold Houghton Hudson Hunt Hunter Jackson Jacob Jacobs James John Johnson Jones Joseph Josiah Kaine Kemp Kerr Kipperson Lamb Legatt Leigh Leslie Lewis Lyell Magness Mahon Mallet Mann Mark Marmaduke Marshall Martin Matthew Mccarthy Merredith Michelbro Michl Miller Mitchele Moggridge Moodey Morgan Morvat Mounsey Murry Mutlow Nabel Nathaniel Nearne Nevill Nicholas Nichols Noland Nowland Othenius Owell Parker Parmyter Paulsgrave Pearse Pelt Perrin Peter Peters Peterson Phillip Pinfold Poley R Raddon Rawlings Reveire Reynolds Richard Richards Richardson Robert Roberts Roger Rogers Roper Ross Rounsivell Rouse Rowld Rt Samuel Savory Scrimshaw Shear Shipton Sinclair Sipkins Smith South Spencer Stacey Stanbury Stillwell Stoneham Stout Sutton Swoord Taylor Terrell Thomas Thompson Titso Townsend Tristram Trouton Turner Valentine Van Vane Ward Waters Wells Wheeler White Whitehead William Williams Williamson Willis Wilson Wishort Woodall Wright

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..Silly....! ...y you're...! please.. please it's okay... it's okay sweetie....

SWOORD!? SHUT THE FUCK UUUP!!??

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what tthe fuck dude?? I can't see ANYTHING

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oh wow really? my! i think it looks just aS-

-FUCKING BRIGHT AS EVER?? DO YOU THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK???? CAN YOU DO THAT????!???

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Upon taking lethal damage, enter resurrection, The next fic in Elements + Injury + Rescue, and an original novel that I'll eventually share details of but basically the main character is a woman with a sword and that's all that actually matters tbh

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[scotianostra]

16th June 1548 saw a large French army land at Leith to support the Scots following an agreement that Mary Queen of Scots, still only five, would marry Francois, eldest son of King Henri II of France.

This was during The Rough Wooing, Henry VIII was attacking Scotland in the hope he could force a marriage between his son and the young Scottish Queen.He sent an army into Scotland with instructions to

 ‘put all to fyre and swoorde, burne Edinborough towne, so rased and defaced when you have sacked and gotten what ye can of it, as there may remayn forever a perpetual memory of the vengeaunce of God lightened upon them for their faulsehode and disloyailtye.’ And ‘putting man, woman and child to fyre and sworde without exception, where any resistance shall be made agaynst you,’ 

Edinburgh and everything within a seven mile radius was laid waste. So was large swathes of Fife.  Fife.

The French realised that there might be a useful second front in the north in their war against the English. They sent 3,500 soldiers who landed in Dumbarton in June 1545. But Scots resistance was undermined by sections of the nobility sympathetic to England and a Protestant alliance, which allowed another English expeditionary force under the Earl of Hertford to ravage the south of the country, burning the abbeys of Kelso, Jedburgh and Dryburgh.

Henry VIII died in January 1547  and the Earl of Hertford, now Duke of Somerset, was named Protector of England, redoubled efforts to force the Scots marriage for the 10 year-old king. This time he came north with an army of 17,000, including for the first time some 4,000 heavy cavalry and artillery. Scotland’s Regent The Earl of Arran, uniquely, sent the Fiery Cross, a Celtic signal used as a call to arms, through the kingdom and gathered 25,000 men who met the invaders at Pinkie Cleugh, half south east of Edinburgh. It has been described as a conflict between an army of the Renaissance and one of the Middle Ages, and the last battle to be major fought between the kingdoms of Scotland and England.

The result was a catastrophic defeat for the Scots. Amongst those captured was the Earl of Huntly, who remarked that he ‘did not so much mislike the match as the rough manner of wooing’ and thus gave the name to the campaign.

Following the Scottish defeat, power began to move from Arran to the Queen Mother, Mary of Guise. She appealed for more French aid, and its price was the betrothal of the infant Queen of Scots to Francis, the heir to the French throne. Shortly after the landing of another 5,000 French troops at Leith in June 1548, Queen Mary left for France, where she would marry the Dauphin, be widowed and finally return to Scotland 13 years later.

The English seized and occupied the town of Haddington, east of Edinburgh; fighting continued but Henry’s policy had failed.

The Treaty of Norham of June 1551 put the seal on peace. The Rough Wooing had achieved nothing except an enormous drain of resources, appalling casualties and a delay in the implementation of the Reformation in Scotland.

The French army remained in Scotland until 1560 when Mary de Guise died, and the Protestant Lords of the Congregation asked for English help to expel them from Scotland.

The pic is a contemporary “map” showing Leith and Edinburgh around 1560.

[randomlut]

Not gonna lie, i like Jason’s new costume. Mainly because he’s no longer wearing bat symbol (with the way Bruce treat him nowadays, he’s not really part of bat family) and i love the half mask. It’s easier for the writer/illustrator too to have moments showing Jason’s expression (remember that mouth helmet? ugh, i prefer the half mask any day)

However,  after trying to be more open minded, i still cannot accept the sword that Jason keep bringing. Why the hell did he bring the sword? Jason is a gun guy, it’s his thing. he always fight with guns, so what is the function of the sword other than accessory?

I still kinda accept it during Lobdell’s run, assuming that it’s the “soul-magic-sword” thing. but that era is over. I don’t think they will use magic for Jason’s story after Lobdell (for a good reason, please don’t). So..., why keep the sword? the crowbar is gone in the new issue but the sword staying. why? he didn’t even use it? 

So DC, please, just remove the sword. i can still accept crowbar to some extent because maybe it show that he’s no longer afraid of it? (just like in the new movie Batman’s symbol made of guns that kill his parent) . But the sword? why? he’s not Damian so why the hell Jason keep bringing the sword? 

Look at how long it is! it must be impractical to wear long sword in your back, especially if you’re using your gun anyway. 

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