#All you malevolent folks are fucking amazing
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Of all the bullshit I never expected to be back on with the same intensity of October through December of 2000, Beetlejuice was not it. But I finally got to see the musical yesterday, and the part of me that has adored all 94 episodes of the animated series from the moment I started watching them on ABC Saturday mornings in 1989 just fucking flared—this fond, awful tightness in my chest. It’s the first TV show I ever imprinted on; it’s been with me since childhood. Surreal.
About 4 years into watching the cartoon, I finally saw the live-action movie that the cartoon was based on. I hated it, because it was so malevolent and empty compared to the incredible world-building characters in the animated series. Serious shout-outs to Stephen Ouimette and Alyson Court for all that stunning, hilarious, and often moving voicework.
Now, okay, I need to go back to 2000 again to make this all make sense. I’d watched the show from 1989 until whenever the 4th season ended. It wasn’t until I was in my first semester of college, newly transplanted to New England, that I found a couple folks within my program who had loved the show growing up, too. I ordered all of the episodes on VHS. It was difficult to track them all down in 2000, and it was expensive. But I pulled it off, and we had Friday night watch parties for weeks over the month of October. But that is not where this ends.
I was in the process of winding down the writing I’d been doing on Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow for the entirety of my senior year of high school. Suddenly, I’m in college and watching this fucking cartoon and thinking, there is so much heart in this. How the fuck is there so much heart. I haven’t seen two characters this wholesome codependent in, well, ever. I went looking for forums and mailing lists devoted to the cartoon. I found a mailing list. There were a handful of artists drawing amazing fancomics on there, and they were like, what do you do? Oh. I write. And they were like: do you understand how desperately some of us have wanted fic, but just can’t find it?
That is the wrong thing to say to me when I’m on a downward spiral of realizing I’m not going to escape a fandom without getting myself into a project so long that it’s all I’ll be doing for fucking months on end. If you’re one of the people who knew me back then, you know what I did for those four months in the fall/winter of 2000. I wrote a novel. Sure, I came close to failing a couple of classes, but it was the first time I understood exactly what I was capable of building as a fanwriter. Maybe even as a real writer.
“Time Will Tell” was hosted on a friend’s Angelfire site for a handful of years. People found it via LiveJournal, too, because I linked it there. I put it on AO3 somewhere circa 2012 and took it down again in 2017 because I didn’t feel there was enough interest in it, and also, my 19-year-old editorial foibles and typos were aspects I wanted to amend in it.
The musical took more inspiration from the cartoon than the film. I’m stunned and grateful for that. I found the “Time Will Tell” file buried pretty deep in my Gmail folders. I’ve been reading it since the drive home last night. I just can’t believe there’s now enough of a fandom for me to consider finally polishing it and getting it back online. It’s one of my two oldest surviving pieces of writing.
Anyway, sorry for the Gotham fic delays that I’d been trying to get a handle on. Now that the semester’s over, I feel that getting this thing I wrote twenty-three years ago back to the light of day is the best use of my time for a couple weeks.
If you’re one of the people who read “Time Will Tell” back in the day, thank you. I don’t know how many people out there still remember it beyond maybe ten or so friends I’m still in contact with all these years later. I’m sorry it disappeared for a while.
#beetlejuice#beetlejuice the musical#beetlejuice the animated series#lydia deetz can fuck right off for reminding me she was the reason i wrote first-person pov for the first time ever#and can take all the credit for making me feel less alone as a kid#maybe this is why ghosts never scare me; bj is such a delightful dumbass and set my expectations pretty high/low depending
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Me spending hours drawing this: Man sure would suck if some eldritch god of madness showed up and idk became a voice in my head or sumthing and I helped them learn about being human,,,
#the king in yellow#coloured pencils#malevolent podcast#btdubs#HOLY F U C K#All you malevolent folks are fucking amazing#I got like#40 followers LITERALLY JUST BECAUSE OF YALL#I am giving you a big ol kiss on the forehead#mwah mwah#art#fanart#traditional media#malevolent#hp lovecraft#robert w chambers#lovecraft#lovecraftian mythos#eldritch#eldritch horror#my art#blorbos#podcast art#horror podcast#cw tentacles
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my supervisor fucked me over with all my other coworkers present. can I request a one shot from you to cheer me up featuring Sammy?
Did I give y’all the fic about the hotpot?
Well if I didn’t, I’m giving it to you now.
Title: hotpot
Summary: Ganke checks the comments for the Blindspot comic daily and there’s this one asshole anon who keeps talking shit about BT.
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The Blindspot comic went live in the fall and Ganke couldn’t stop checking the hit count every five seconds. All night there had only been ten hits.
He told himself not to be disappointed. The only person who really mattered had read and loved the comic.
Miles said that BT had even forced everyone on the team to read an abridged version of Journey to the West, and had gone as far as to make a quiz to determine everyone’s character.
Miles refused to disclose who he’d gotten.
BT had clearly rigged the game to make himself Sun Wukong and Ganke was proud of him.
That kind of enthusiasm was exactly what he’d been hoping for, anything else now was just icing on the cake.
Even though it would be cool if it wasn’t just BT reading his own comics.
That would be pretty cool, right? Like. If people online all started reading BT’s comic. That would be sort of amazing.
Kind of excellent.
Definitely worthy of an A+ and double pats on the back.
Right?
The hit counter didn’t think so. But hey, five more people had opened the page since last night. That was something, wasn’t it?
MM: dude why not just ask Sam to tweet out the link?
How dare you, Miles Morales.
How dare you waltz into this place with logical thought.
GL: I can’t do that. That’s like. Idk. Inflating the views.
MM: okay yeah explain to me how appealing to the person in control of the largest part of his own fandom is inflating the views
GL: I see your logic and I’m banishing it
MM: I’m messaging him
GL: DON’T
MM: too late
MM: he says ‘gimme link’
GL: asdksjsjdks
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@blindspot: hi I know y’all can’t get enough of me to the point of asking shockingly invasive questions and for you I say good news! Some amazing folks have gone through the trouble of making a Blindspot comic. it’s good guys check it out [link]
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It helped.
A lot.
It helped a lot.
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People, on the whole, had great things to say. The panels were screenshotted and tagged and sent all over social media and even though Miles was pretending to be chill and aloof about the whole thing, Ganke could imagine him smiling big and bright and white at his phone non-stop.
Mom and Auntie saw a few of the bits on Twitter and tittered over them in the kitchen like pigeons.
The pride rose like a wave. Ganke kept waiting for the crash.
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It came two days later in the form of a comment that read ‘Christ, look at all this fuss. BT is fine. I hate his brother.’
It felt like someone punching the wind out of Ganke’s lungs.
He took comfort in the handful of people who leapt in to shout down the commenter. They emphasized that if the anonymous commenter didn’t like the story or the characters, then they didn’t have to read it and they, especially, didn’t have to say anything about it.
Ganke appreciated those guys. He got the feeling that a lot of the people on there knew that the whole thing had been done but a couple of kids.
Not that Anon cared.
Anon replied to all these comments ‘No, I’m gonna keep reading, thanks. Anyways, the brother is lame. The smart part is cool, but why’s it always gotta be a guy?’
The part that haunted Ganke even after he’d shut his laptop and had gone to stick his head out the window for some big breaths of cleansing air was that Anon was kind of right.
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GL: should we have made Guotin’s brother a sister?
MM: no
GL: why not?
MM: cause BT’s always wanted a brother
Oh.
Okay. Then it was fine?
MM: yeah man ignore them. it’s chill.
GL: k thanks my ego is huge and fragile
MM: trust me I know
Asshole. Fine, moving right along.
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It didn’t stop. Anon commented on every page. Every. Single. Page.
Ganke didn’t know what to do or say. On the one hand, clearly this person was dedicated and deeply engaged with the comic, on the other hand, they needed a Rude Alert button. Ganke wondered if Ned could code one for them and them only.
The latest of their fury was directed at the big reveal in the second issue—BT’s face.
Having now met Sam, BT, Blindspot, Ganke’s whole image of him had changed.
He was not conventionally attractive as far as like, K-Pop idols and famous Chinese dudes went. His eyes were puffy and narrow and his face was round everywhere but the jaw. He leaned more towards ‘cute’ than ‘sexy,’ which Ganke sort of loved about him.
He was friendly. Stressed and grumpy and feisty as hell, yeah, but first and foremost friendly.
Miles claimed that he called it his ‘number one asset in employability.’ Which was wild because hello, Blindspot.
Obviously, BT couldn’t help his face. But Miles and Ganke could help Guotin’s.
Ganke had sent Miles about fifteen different images of Chinese celebrities and had told him to do his worst. They’d reviewed the final few drafts and had picked one that was most like a young Chen Kun. His face was more oval-shaped than BT’s. His chin and lips were slimmer but more defined. He was pretty, but not so pretty as to be called ‘feminine,’ which Ganke thought was a solid compromise between ‘handsome as sin’ and ‘looks like he’s got a quirky sense of humor.’
Anon hated him.
Anon thought that he looked like an idol, and they were not here for it.
They told ‘the artist’ to give him a mole or something, anything to make him look ‘less pristine. God, I can smell him from here and he smells like Dior and staph habitat.’
Ganke had to look up what a staph infection was. He regretted it. He asked Miles if they should censor Anon.
Miles said ‘mmmmm, idk it’s not like they aren’t saying anything that isn’t true.’
Ganke resented that. Clearly this was defamation of BT. This person hated him and was taking their feeling out on the comic.
MM: I mean yeah but it’s not like they’re talking about the comic, man. They’re talking about the style and like, thinking about it, a mole or smth to help you tell him apart from other folks would kind of be helpful. Like, especially if we ever put him in a crowd, you know?
HHHHHH.
Fine.
Anon could stay. But they were on thin ice.
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It was hard not to be bitter about Anon’s comments, especially when they arrived daily, as though Anon knew exactly what they were doing and which page they’d left off at. They couldn’t possibly be reading the comic one page at a time, this was intentional.
Ganke’s jaw hurt from all the tooth grinding he’d endured as of late.
This latest one read ‘yo, has BT ever mentioned fighting with a sword? I don’t recall him mentioning. Someone should take that thing away from him before someone loses an eye—or maybe even two.’
That felt like a pointed jibe.
That turned the churning irritation in Ganke’s gut into something much, much colder.
Did Anon know about BT’s black and blue eyes? How could they know? Was it a coincidence? It seemed to be more than a coincidence.
The pile of critiques was growing bigger and bigger, and now that Ganke thought about it, they all seemed to take issue with things that didn’t match the real Blindspot’s personality.
It was as if they knew him.
GL: miles did you read the new comment from AnonTheAsshole?
MM: lol yeah
GL: tell me if I’m talking out my ass or whatever but like
GL: you don’t think they could be Muse, could they?
Silence.
MM: oh no
Yeah. Fuck.
MM: chances are low.
GL: they know so much tho??
MM: might be stalker? Maybe someone who’s over-invested in BT’s social media pages?
GL: maybe.
MM: hold on let me ask Spidey to screen it
GL: does he know Muse?
MM: no, but he’s paranoid and he’ll get Wade to be paranoid with him, and then they can decide whether its worth giving to DD for verification. He knows Muse.
Ganke’s head was spinning. His fingers shook with guilt and the thought of Muse’s pale body hunched over a secret, cracked cell phone in a high security prison who knew where.
In Ganke’s head, he smiled wider and wider, until the skin on his cheeks cracked. He dug out scraps of paper and redrew Blindspot—Sam—with gaping holes for eyes and a screaming mouth and he drew dismembered corpses in black lakes and he laughed.
He just kept laughing.
MM: hey ganke
MM: it’s going to be okay. It’s just a comic. I’m sure AnonTheAsshole is a stalker. They’re not threatening anyone.
MM: Sam can deal with a stalker. And we can too, okay?
There was a reason that Miles was a hero. Ganke wiped at his eyes and swallowed.
GL: okay. Thanks for doing that.
MM: 👍🏾
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It took a few hours because Spidey and Deadpool had lives outside of being Spidey and Deadpool, but not so long that Ganke ran out of nails to chew.
Miles messaged him back and said that Spidey had read through everything and ‘escalated it.’ This meant that whatever he’d seen had caused him enough concern to take it to DP.
Miles said that he’d get back to Ganke with DP’s verdict as soon as he had it. In the meantime, he’d run the comments by the other Spideypeople and they thought that it most likely wasn’t malevolent but was maybe something to keep an eye on in the meantime. He tacked onto all, somewhat stiltedly, that he had a weird feeling all of the sudden. The pink Spidey’s tone had changed. She’d shut down and gone cagey, which allegedly wasn’t like her at all. Then she’d told the taller guy to DM her and they’d vanished from the chat. Miles wasn’t sure what was going on there or if maybe they knew something about stuff going on that he didn’t, but he wasn’t super comfortable with it.
GL: crossing my fingers its nothing?
MM: same man, same.
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DP escalated it.
Ganke couldn’t stay still in his room. There was no comfortable place to sit or stand or lay. There was nothing to do that would make him stop thinking about everything.
MM: It’s gonna be fine, man, DD always knows what to do.
Miles kept saying that for every step of the way, and yet here they were. Double escalated. Ganke wasn’t so sure he even knew what was happening anymore.
That was scary. Miles was supposed to be part of the in-crowd.
MM: Wade doesn’t think it’s anything that can’t be nipped in the bud.
That was easy for a contract assassin to say, wasn’t it?
MM: he says that you and I are fine. Doesn’t see any links there. Waiting on DD for confirmation of tone.
Hurry up, Daredevil. Your apprentice’s life might be about to take a nosedive into a heap of trash.
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Two hours. One text.
MM: >:/
Ganke couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter.
GL: good news?
MM: [image]
He opened it.
SC: HANNAH YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. STOP BEING A BITCH ON MAIN
HC: You can’t tell me what to do
SC: I CAN
HC: Mom he’s being MEAN
SC: Mom she’s scaring children online
HC: I scare children everywhere I go why are these ones special???
SC: Because I said so
HC: that doesn’t fucking work Samuel you’re not her
SC: I am your older brother
SC: your ELDEST brother
HC: YOU AINT SHIT
SC: THEY DON’T COUNT
SC: HALFSIES COUNT
What.
MM: so.
MM: she’s not Muse.
MM: Red’s laughing his ass off at all of us for taking this to a level three
GL: wait I don’t understand
MM: Hannah is Sam’s little sister. She’s found a new hobby in our website.
Blindspot’s little sister was reading the comic??? Holy shit.
GL: she hates him?
MM: no I’ve been informed that they would literally commit murder for each other but this is how they express love.
No way. Siblings were wild.
GL: so we’re good?
MM: [image]
SC: apologize 🔪
HC: eat my ass
SC: apologize or else
HC: or else what? You gonna come in here and sit on me? Huh? Huh????
SC: I know your email password. All 3 you cycle through. What was his name? Uuuuuuuuuh Jing?
HC: you fucking bastard
SC: Hi Jing, it’s me, Hannah. I’ve been in mad crush with you since sophomore year. Please notice me senpai 😖
HC: Die
SC: kill me
HC: I will.
The giggles that came this time were a mix of relief and genuine intrigue. This lady read the comic every day. She took the time to scroll through pictures of her brother being an absolute lunatic and fighting with a huge monkey. Then she hopped into that comment box and took him—not Miles, not Ganke, specifically Blindspot--down a peg.
She must miss him a lot. Ganke wondered if this was her way of keeping him in her thoughts.
MM: I don’t think we’re getting a sorry, man. DD says Sam’s been at this all morning and has been tricked into apologizing himself twice
GL: so you’re saying that she’s an evil genius
MM: idk but she’s def Sam’s main nemesis. I always thought that older siblings got like, rights or something over younger ones, but idk anymore. Angel says this is normal.
GL: do you think she misses him?
Miles took a long time to respond.
MM: yeah
Yeah, Ganke thought so, too.
GL: should we change Guo tin’s brother’s name to ‘hamish?’
MM: ASDLDSDSFKdsjf
MM: one moment.
MM: sam says yes. Hannah says that she thinks our comic is shit and we need to draw everything uglier
GL: she’s kind of funny
MM: 👀perhaps she would like to be a consultant?
GL: 👀👀👀👀
MM: brb asking
MM: sam says no. Hannah says she’s got better things to do than proofread comics on the internet. She’s also not sorry. She wants that to be clear. DD says that the conversation has moved from English to Chinese and to maybe duck and cover for now. He says all is good tho. Thanks for checking in.
MM: Muse doesn’t use punctuation and talks in riddles, so if we get any of that, we’re supposed to send it to DP right away.
Oh, nice. That was a relief.
MM: oh
MM: sam wants to put us in a chat. Can I give him your number?
Uh, only if he wanted Ganke to hyperventilate.
GL: sure
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[GL has been added to a Secure Chat]
It was a page of characters and emojis that were somehow more menacing than Ganke had ever seen them before. Miles popped a little waving hand into the fray, as though testing the waters, but the characters just carried on scrawling around it.
Ganke wasn’t quite sure what to do.
GL: hi? Are y’all okay?
There was finally a pause. Then a few shorter lines of characters. And then finally, Blindspot switched from Chinese to English.
SC: yes we’re FINE. We’re GREAT. Aren’t we, sibling from hell?
HC: who’re you? Why are you in our family chat? This is a family only zone, can’t you read?
SC: God Hannah he’s Korean don’t be a dick
HC: I can’t not be I learned it from you
SC: fair but pretend in the face of company
HC: okay fine. Hello losers.
MM: adksadfadsdfldfsldf
MM: hi
GL: hi?
SC: go on
HC: UGH
HC: fine
HC: I didn’t mean to shit talk your creation. Only my brother.
SC: also a sin, we’ll get to that later
HC: no one cares about you Samuel, stop spreading lies
SC: you first. We both know this is no lie, my white dad cares about me a whole lot
HC: well we can’t all have white dads now can we
SC: don’t be jealous
MM: lol you really call Matt your white dad??
HC: who is this person and how do they know our mutual parent’s name?
SC: this is not a mutual parent situation how many times have we been through this. He’s mine. Get your own.
MM: hi! 👋🏾I’m Bitsy! Spidey no. 4
GL: I’m his friend. He draws the comic. I write it.
HC: oh. nerd children x2
HC: anyways yeah Matt is our dad
SC: ffs
MM: he’s sort of dadly ig.
HC: ?? oho
SC: mind your face. Think about your face. Think about how much you like your face.
HC: little spider, did you not hear?
SC: kay everyone out. We’re done here
MM: hear what?
HC: lol Sammy you didn’t tell them about how Matthew Mcconaughey adopted you in all ways but paperwork?
Ganke held his phone away from his face as far as it would go.
MM: …wait are you for real?
SC: no. okay out.
HC: awwww Sammy so shy now. What are you embarrassed about? It’s cute.
SC: Hannah literally shut up I’m not playing
HC: damn okay sorry
MM: can I be honest?
SC: no
MM: I’m going to be anyways: I think we all sorta knew.
SC: …
HC: right?
SC: what does that even mean?
MM: idk, it just felt right, you know? You two are always fussing at each other and red lost his shit that time you got shot. He doesn’t treat you the way he treats the rest of us and we’re his teammates. He doesn’t even treat spidey like he treats you. So like, yeah. It fits.
MM: I’m really happy for you guys.
MM: is there a reason it’s a secret?
Ganke eased himself back down onto the mattress. This was real. This was like, actual, real information. Something that he and like, four other people in the world now knew.
He kind of wanted to forget it. It didn’t feel right to know.
SC: I dunno.
HC: if sam has an honest emotion towards anything he has to calculate its weight so he can make space for it in his collection of satellites.
MM: wh
SC: you’re so not funny.
HC: it’s called emotional repression, darling. It’s all the rage in this family.
MM: oh
MM: so that’s why you and Red get on so well
SC: HHHHHHH
HC: HA
SC: okay but listen his is different, I’ve only seen him cry at his wedding. I cry at least 4 times a week. Obviously under the bed, but that can’t be emotional repression. That’s expression. That’s clearly expression
HC: I can make the old man cry watch me
SC: please don’t I’ll die
MM: awwwww
SC: shut up it doesn’t even matter.
MM: AWWWWWW
SC: LEAVE ALREADY
MM: no I like it here. I want to hear you talk about how much you love your white dad
SC: I don’t. He loves me. I’m fine with this because it results in food, shelter, and continued employment.
HC: uh huh
SC: I’m using him
HC: yeah because you’re like the most manipulative person I know.
SC: thank you
HC: /sarcasm
SC: I know I ignored it.
MM: so wait why do you actually pretend like you hate him tho?
SC: wh
SC: what the fuck am I supposed to do? Just go on up for a cuddle? Have you met Matt? The second someone starts crying, he finds trash to take out to the bins. Hell no. Life is easier for everyone if I stab him with a stick and he kicks my ass in training. It’s fine.
HC: Sam is learning how to be a Manly Man. This is step one.
SC: I’m plenty manly
HC: you’re what mom imagined as manly
SC: which is perfect. That’s all I need.
HC: mama’s boy
SC: must suck to suck, no one’s kid.
Wow. Ganke had never been more glad that he didn’t have a sister.
GL: That’s kind of cool, though.
GL: that you and DD are close like that I mean.
GL: Its different from all the other mentor/mentee superheroes we see who like, sort of hate each other.
SC: wh
SC: OH. you mean Peter and Kate. Peter doesn’t actually hate Stark, fyi. And Kate calls Hawkeye the Old bi-weekly to make sure he’s still breathing. It’s actually pretty normal.
MM: he doesn’t mean like that Sam. I mean, like those guys don’t associate with their Olds now that they’re grown up and stuff, but you and DD stick together. It’s like you’re family.
MM: and that’s super cool. Idk if Spidey would ever consider me family. I don’t think he wants that for us.
SC: I?
SC: oh shit
HC: CLARITY ON THIS FINE DAY. What was your name again, tiny spider?
MM: miles
HC: PRAISE BE TO MILES
HC: AN EMOTION WAS HAD
SC: get fucked
HC: An epiphany was obtained!
SC: would you shut up
HC: Something has finally permeated that non-porous, two-inch thick skull of my esteemed eldest brother
SC: I’m your only brother
HC: you’re not
SC: they don’t fucking count
HC: now will you FINALLY invite our mutual dad to hotpot?
SC: Hannah he doesn’t want to come to hot pot we’ve talked about this. it’s too spicy for him.
HC: I’ll make it 1/3 less spicy
SC: that’s still too spicy
HC: I’ll make it 2/5 less spicy
SC: 3/5
HC: listen
HC: I have all this fucking equipment that SOMEONE left here callously
MM: what’s hotpot?
SC: 👀
HC: 👀
GL: 👀
SC: well fuck
HC: EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
GL: have we never taken you with us for hotpot???
MM: no?? is this the sticks?
HC: can be. Where do you live?
SC: Hannah no
HC: Hannah yes. We’ll make one here. You’ll make one there.
SC: do you know how much shit I’ll have to buy? Where are we gonna put it?
HC: this wouldn’t be a problem if you’d taken your goddamn inheritance with you to SF
SC: HHHHHH
MM: you guys are actually being serious?
HC: I am. I am here all on my lonesome. Abandoned by my only kin. I require enrichment.
SC: try doing your fucking homework
HC: did anyone hear something?
MM: lololololol I like you
HC: 😊
SC: wh
SC: oh no. No no no.
SC: you two don’t get to be friends
HC: come here bb pspspspspspsps
MM: I’m here
HC: got ‘im. Let’s have hotpot. Sammy send me resippy. We’ll do it together over video so I don’t fuck it up.
SC: I’ve got to go. This has been traumatizing.
HC: byeeeeeeeeeeee
HC: is he gone? Hell yeah, he’s gone.
HC: hey thanks for making that comic thing. It’s hella rad. He loves it. Mom used to call him Monkey when he was little.
GL: omg aw
HC: ikr? P cute. He misses her a lot so I think it brought back good memories. Anyways, I’m actually going to make hotpot. Come over and have some with me, it’s more fun with more people.
MM: you’re not joking
HC: nope, it’s been ages since your whole team has gotten together, right? Ask them to do it. I’m a shit cook, but Sam’ll show us how not to screw it up. And he’s playin’, he’s totally down to hang out with us. We never had more than three people. It’ll be new. Exciting. Enriching even.
MM: are you secretly a nice person, Hannah?
HC: the fuck do you mean ‘secret’??? I’m a delight.
MM: Okay I’ll ask the team and my mom
MM: ganke?
HC: 👀
That—
Sounded kind of nice?
GL: I’ll ask my mom.
HC: nice. You can tell them that it’s a friends dinner or whatever. Idc. I promise I’m not going to kidnap and murder you. I’ve got like, class and work and shit. I don’t have time for that.
MM: 👍🏾
GL: 👍🏼
HC: great here I’ll message you my number. This is legit our sibs chat so Sam’ll freak if you’re still here when he gets back.
MM: thank you! And sorry for thinking you were muse!!
GL: yeah that too
HC: lol np ttyl
That…had really just happened, hadn’t it?
Ganke needed to sit down even though he was already sitting down.
GL: they’re so nice???
MM: ikr?
GL: are you actually going to ask your mom?
MM: Im gonna ask BT if its cool first. Then yeah. Why not? Our team really hasn’t gotten together in a minute. Everyone’s been super busy. It would be a nice change of pace, and if everyone brings smth then Hannah doesn’t have to pay for anything.
MM: ah, Sam says it’s okay. He says sorry his sister is weird and that he’ll make sure she doesn’t poison us.
GL: I kind of love her
MM: same
MM: okay will check in with the others. Talk to you later.
GL: yeah see you later
Damn, at this rate, Ganke’s family was going to triple in size, and all thanks to a comic.
Before he left for downstairs, he made a note to make Guo tin’s brother snarkier.
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Watch me praise the heck out of Jujutsu Kaisen despite starting only two nights ago and only being on EP 12 so far
Jokes aside, Jujutsu Kaisen is turning out to be one of the best anime series i've ever watched and quite possibly, one of the best animes of the coming decade???
Plot is actually interesting to theorize about and to see it play out. The main goal of our protagonist, Itadori, is to find and harvest all of Sukuna's fingers for him to consume and house the whole version of Sukuna's soul just for the Sorcerers to kill him once he finally does in order to vanquish and be rid of one of the most powerful cursed entities in existence. That's insane. That's a hella good main plot. Itadori's basically just a lamb being cared and fed for until he eventually has to be led to the slaughter. And he's aware of it and completely accepts it cuz being the only person in the world who's able to control Sukuna as his vessel, he thinks it would be selfish of him not to do it, to not willingly sacrifice himself and help other people remove this evil entity from the world at the expense of his own life.
Initially, he wanted to do good becuz he wanted to honor the fateful last words of his grandfather, who outright told him he's meant to help and save other people becuz he was gifted with outstanding physical capabilities and he should put it to good use. But then, he's told that if he's only engaging with the cursed spirit world becuz of his grandfather's wishes, he'll eventually start to resent his grandfather and blame him for all the pain he has to endure and the sacrifices he'll make being involved with dangerous and malevolent beings that'll stop at nothing to kill him in order to harbor Sukuna's powers for themselves, until he reaches the point where he's laying on his deathbed filled with regret and cursing his grandpapi to the depths of hell.
Having realized this, your boi makes his own resolve to dabble in the spirit world on his own terms and fight for defenseless people who are unaware of the inhuman dangers that lurk the earth becuz Itadori actually has a strong sense of justice and believes people get what they deserve, but no one is horrible enough to deserve suffering and death at the hands of cursed spirits.
I'm usually indifferent to shonen MCs cuz they typically follow the same format when it comes to their characterization. Your typical guy next door who's friendly, outgoing, kind of an airhead, gets flustered around girls, doesn't get much attention from the people around him, feels inferior and has a rivalry going on with the 2nd male lead, all smiles and sunshine and sickeningly nice, yada yada yada. All in all, just flat out BORING.
I'm running out of words so I'll stop here, I don't think I need to comment on the animation cuz no amount of praise or blubbering on my end can justify how beautiful and exquisite the animation is. Let's just say I now see why some AoT fans went on a rampage and claimed MAPPA was playing favorites with JJK cuz the animation on this series is sensational enough to make any other series jealous along with its fanbase (not that I'm saying the accusations were true and that I condone the hate that the studio was subjected to. like wtf, people who harass the folks that work their asses off to bring you god-level quality entertainment don't deserve anime).
Surprisingly enough, the sentiment doesn't ring true when it comes to Itadori. Even tho he shares a few generic character traits with other shonen MCs, I actually really like him and he isn't a bore to watch and follow around as the story progresses and I'm honestly just questioning what makes him different from all the other MCs and why can't every other shonen protagonist be likable and interesting enough to not turn me into a goat becuz they always make me go: meh.
I also really like the non-linear narrative JJK has going on. It actually has the potential to be quite off-putting since not a lot of animes do that sort of thing (at least I can't think of any at the top of my head), but they execute it well and do it in moderation to effectively steer it away from being too jarring. I think it's a great method for avoiding potential info dumps and filler episodes and other manga authors should deploy this technique more often cuz it's a great switch-up, storytelling-wise.
The narrative is also somewhat fast-paced, bordering on neck-break speed on some occasions, and I don't mind honestly. Don't you just hate it when the story goes full-on snail mode where every episode feels like a chore to finish and not at all like it has a 23 minute time constraint? Yea, completely throws enjoyability out the window. There hasn't been a dull moment yet in my experience, and how quickly everything plays out just encourages you to pay utmost attention and keep your eyes completely glued to the screen so to not miss any of the epicness happening before your eyes.
The soundtrack has no business being this fucking amazing. You might think I'm being nitpicky and actively looking out for things to criticize the animes that I watch on, but no, most times I don't even pay attention to all that or miss the quality of those elements entirely cuz it's too subtle of a detail for me to notice. But here, it just enhances the experience so much and compliments what's happening on-screen so well that it's hard not to take notice and feel so fucking appreciative of the awesome background music that gets you properly hyped while watching the fight scenes and lending the ambience for the milder and more emotional scenes.
Might make follow-up reviews in the future, who knows. Still haven't finished it like I said and I have a lot of thoughts on the other characters, if I feel like ranting about it, rest assured I definitely will lol.
#more under the cut to prevent dash crowding#anime review#jjk thoughts#jujutsu kaisen#i am all praise#itadori yuji is best mc#personal opinion#mappa is killing it#bless mappa#this is fucking fantastic
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....Whh.....
Okay. So a post about a Haunted House, you know, one of those regular stories about hearing voices and doors opening, but for some reason, it made me think, “I’d better shut my window.”
And when I went to shut my window, because a tingle of fear and energy ran up the arm I closed the window with.
Needless to say, I reset the wards around that window. It always feels like the weak spot in this room, for some reason. Maybe because I sleep right under it, and I’m known to be An Attractant to Things? (Combine trauma with a high astral energy vibration, and you’re a little bit Fucked on the metaphysical side. My energies are desirable, for some reason.)
So, uhh.... The reason this is putting me on High Alert?
We have someone staying in the house who was either being chased down, or haunted. She said she hasn’t had any Experiences since being here. (Because both my father and I actively protect this house. Him with folk magic, myself with more mystical energy means.)
So whatever was hounding her can’t get to her while she’s under our protection.
I wonder if her usual predator is getting a bit desperate by now...
Come to think of it, that “weak spot” could easily be weaker than I usually let any bedroom be. I usually bless my bedroom upon moving... It’s an exhausting procedure requiring a long meditation, because my primary protector goddess doesn’t come from where she is to inhabit the space in my room, and I have to essentially channel her energy through me to cast it over this space. Which can get... exhausting. It feels amazing and leaves me calm and contented for weeks, but her power is a lot to process, and I don’t know where my Energizing Chargeable Crystals went....
and i haven’t been in a high-energy powerful shift that could Give It Some OOMPH in Awhile, I lost the connection to the spirit that helped me last time, so it’s bound to be extra exhausting over this one. All me bringing it around...
But I also don’t know which crystals I’d use to anchor the shielding down for this room...
I haven’t cleansed the new crystals I’ve bought this year yet. That’s my fault... (To be fair, I can’t burn sage or candles or even incense in this tiny unventilated room, it’s not safe for the birds. They could legitimately die.) I’ve used crystals without cleansing them before, and I do trust the shop owners I got these from. (It’s not the little local shop that cleanses them for you, but I didn’t detect any wayward, distracting remnants on them....)
I do have citrine, carnelian, and jasper I could use to form a new web... Amethyst chip strings on my door still.
I’ve felt spirits at that window before. Wanderers. Passerby. But that was always around Samhain. I cloak the place so malevolent entities can’t get it. (Really, I try to HIDE the place, but with everyone else’s energies being Loud and Open like that are, I struggle to hide them, too...)
This is... literally the exact Opposite time of year that anything should be coming after me. Granted, it’s when I’m at my lowest energy point. (Samhain is my highest.) But usually that makes me less likely to attract attention....
Hmmm. I’ll be scrying into this and I’ve already cast up a few protection, shielding, and warding spells over myself, the pets, and the windows. We’ll see if anything comes of this, or if it’s just an idle threat.
It might be gone by morning.
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KIERNAN SHIPKA, DEMIGIRL, SHE/HER. — looks like BEATRICE “TRIXIE” BELLEROSE is attending AURADON PREP in auradon. they're the NINETEEN year old child of THE ENCHANTRESS, which means they're from THE ISLE. heard they're ENERGETIC & CREATIVE, but can also be OFFBEAT & NAÏVE ; we all have our bad days. people normally associate them with RED PETALS FALLING OFF A BLOOMING ROSE, A CRACKED HANDMIRROR BY YOUR BESIDE, RUBY RED LIPS AND BIG BROWN EYES, WORN STUFFED ANIMALS SALVAGED WITH A POOR SEWING JOB. — hylia.
❛ it’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams
and... have you any dreams you’d like to sell ?? ❜
playlist. pinterest. to listen as you read.
tws : mental abuse ( by a parent )
so hi again i am hylia and this is Baby. idk how long this one’s gonna end up eITHER bc my allergies are kickin’ my ass today and I should be resting but I cannot stay away from this group for that long. So yes !! pls continue reading for more info abt trixie bby here. i lov her.
HISTORY
The daughter of the Enchantress - yes , the same Enchantress that turned Prince Adam into a beast - Trixie never really understood why her family was stuck on the Isle. Since of course , the Enchantress only taught Adam a lesson , yes ?? It was maybe through more harsh means than one would think , but . . . she wasn’t a bad guy.
...Right ??
All Trixie knew was that this was the life she was given , and she had to suck it up and deal with it. And never one to really sit around feeling sorry for herself , she took it. And her life was pretty normal for an Isle kid , save for her mother projecting her anger at being thrown on Isle onto her child.
There was always a talk of showing them. Telling Trixie , One day we’ll show them what a real lesson is since they didn’t learn from last time. Excessively tutoring her in all things magic and enchanting despite the fact that powers like that actually terrified the child to her core.
But there was always pressure - and it only increased when it was found out the Isle kids were getting a chance. In Trixie’s mind , this was a new way to explore , a new opportunity for a brand new life - UNTIL Trixie’s mother decided it would finally be able to kick their plans into motion. All of that tutoring , all of the training that made it so Trixie never had many friends , couldn’t leave the house much - it would have to pay off.
Gifted with an enchanted mirror and an enchanted rose by her mother - exact replicas to the beast’s , the Enchantress gave Trixie an ultimatum to make sure revenge was sated : give the Beast’s family the same fate he once bore ( essentially , transform them all into beasts like he used to be ) by the time the last petal falls , or be doomed to become a beast herself.
And . . . that’s where she is now.
FACTS / CHARACTER
SO YES THAT’S IT - Trixie’s mother basically wants her to turn Belle, Adam , and their kids into beasts to get revenge or else Trixie’s gonna be the one turning into a beast if she doesn’t do it. And yes it’s fucking terrifying.
Nobody knows of this secret except for the two people involved in the deal - Trixie , and her mom. And by God Trixie does not want to do this.
And realistically , for RP purposes , I’m gonna inform you now that there is no way that the revenge is gonna be carried out. The Florians are fine. We all know she’s not gonna do it. But right now , since Trixie just got here and has that ultimatum , she doesn’t know that yet. So she’s struggling with a lose-lose situation since if she does do that , she makes herself an Auradonian criminal , and if she defies her mother and doesn’t , she becomes a beast and she has no idea how to undo a spell like that.
So yeah , just to clarify - nobody else really knows about this. Trixie keeps this deal hidden , and also hides the two items related to it in her closet ( the handmirror and rose ) so nobody finds them. Even though she routinely carries the mirror around with her and checks on the rose frequently because yes , its petals are starting to fall.
Which brings me to my next point - Trixie has AMAZING power , and essentially , later on in her life it’s destined that she’ll become the next Enchantress. But because Trixie’s magical prowess isn’t manifesting fully yet , aka - it’s not showing on the outside , she doesn’t think she has much of a talent with it. She doesn’t know her own strength yet.
And of course , her mother knows of this. Her mother knows she’s going to excel - but there’s both difficulties in keeping that a secret and letting her become aware.
She keeps it a secret right now - it’s in an effort to keep Trixie under her thumb. But this is also proving difficult for Trixie to carry out the revenge scheme due to a lack of confidence paired with her morals.
If Trixie becomes aware of her power , then that means she’s going to find out she’s growing stronger as her mother’s magic is waning - kind of like the deal with the Supreme in American Horror Story. Trixie’s power grows stronger as her mother’s grows weaker , but that isn’t showing yet in the former of the two.
So right now , Trixie is forcing herself to practice her magic to get stronger to appease her mother - even though honestly ?? She does not like magic. It terrifies her , and she blames her ability to use it for why her life kind of sucks right now.
To sort of make sure nobody is suspicious of her , Trixie doesn’t even tell people who her mother is. She just says her mother was a fling of Gaston’s banished to the Isle by association - that’s it.
And this is sort of how she’s managed to get a part-time job working in Ben’s castle as a maid to get close.
...Even though she really , really , really doesn’t like that.
But also !! One thing she has going for her is that despite everything - she is very outwardly FRIENDLY and optimistic - always smiley , always chatting up somebody up. This is sort of an effort to make herself feel better rather than put on a facade , since Trixie’s more keen on focusing on things that don’t make her feel sad to distract herself from the actual situation.
“Trix you’re in denial”
“I know.”
Also this sort of influence her tendency to ignore or run away from situations as much as she can bc... mood.
Acting in her own world is very normal for her - and it’s a major coping mechanism. She’s very creative , obsessed with fairytales and stories and probably knows the whole story about your parents more than you do. She in fact writes some of her own in her spare time , always keeping a journal around with her for writing when she’s bored.
Also keeps a dream journal ( mR. ELECTRICDAD SEND HIM TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE AND HAVE HIM EXPELLED !!11!!1!!!!!! ) bc she is big into the belief our dreams have deeper meanings n stuff
She’s not the type to shy away from stuff tho in the sense of like... conversing about very out there topics or saying weirdass things that pop into her head. Sort of seen as a little weirdo for this but it all comes for the fact that Trixie is a HUGE thinker.
Also into the supernatural even on the slightly more malevolent side just bc she finds it interesting - she’s 100% the friend that proposes u guys try and summon demons during sleepovers
My lil weird baby
Looks rly good in green and red tbh and probably owns like forty-five different shades of lipstick since coming to Auradon
Also has a lot of rose-patterned/themed stuff just bc frankly it’s cute.
God as a character it’s so hard to describe her like... in words this sounds so pretentious but I do so much better showing and not telling bc her character is so complex in the sense that she’s. She’s like a dream. That’s the best way I can describe her - a dream as in the random , thought-induced , fantasy-like parts of dreams rather than the romantic parts of everything.
That probably makes no sense but. Yeah.
She’s weird I love her
Probably would do well in Wonderland if she didn’t have her mother lOOMING OVER HER HEAD
WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
OKAY SO PLSSS GIVE ME FRIENDS TRIXIE USED TO HAVE ON THE ISLE BUT SHE LOST TOUCH W/ FOR BEING SO... CLOSED IN
In general I just want friends that Trixie has that she can’t rly tell what’s going on with her. At all. And it breaks her heart bc she finally has the chance to fit in and get along with people but either way she decides to take her mother’s deal makes it so she can’t keep them.
Lots of secrets are gonna be passed about.
I’d lov her to eventually bond with sb so she can actually EXPLAIN her problem to and cry about it bc baby lowkey feels like she’s on her own in this and can’t turn to anyone for it
PPL WHO TRIXIE HELPS WITH WRITING BC SHE LOVES IT
Ppl who Trixie rly likes in any sense to point where she bases some fairytale characters in her own stories off of them
I’d also love some enemies pls gimme gimme gimme
Some ppl who suspect Trixie bc she seems so... vague. Like she’s not giving the full story.
Isle kids who know EXACTLY who Trixie’s mother is and for some reason resent her for tht bc I don’t think the Enchantress is the nicest magic user out there rn
Friendships that went sour bc Trixie’s been keeping so many SECRETS
First love who went sour for the same reasons : /
The general uhhhhh exes, crushes, that sorta stuff
Any ship that’s gonna b like a full on sHIP SHIP will have to b seen how chemistry works out !! But Trixie’s a panromantic asexual bby who I adore.
I’d love some folks she aCCIDENTALLY exposes her magic to and they can either
A .) Blackmail her n threaten to expose her for it
or B.) Find it RLY RLY RLY cool n she just shows them a bunch of magic... trix
hahaha HAHAHAHAHA
please clap.
BT ALSO LETS DEFFO BRAINSTORM SOME !!! again i’ll be making an official connections page for her like i am w/ luke but in the meantime ! lets plot !
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Special News Report for Nerds
Audio version of text: https://youtu.be/PHZmhVUcLJQ
Jim Garafagus, news anchor, leads into the news story with its headline, "And now, a local man believes he is being lied to, when his friend calls himself a nerd." Jim adds some color commentary, "He probably is, because his friend can manage a friendship. Jill?" He smiles and turns to his co-host Jill Hacksaw, who doesn't acknowledge him. Jill continues the story, "Local resident John Woodencoque believes his friend is not in fact a nerd, even though his friend repeatedly comments that he is. Let's see what John had to say about it." The broadcast cuts to a pre-recorded interview, where John is in the middle of a sentence already, "--He's just not socially inept, you know? I don't get it. He isn't always backpedaling from things he meant to say when challenged on them, he isn't opinionated about things he's barely considered, and he doesn't get distracted by technicality so badly it's like he's seen The Holy Talon of Balshrahg, with its infinite malevolence, that all men must bow before lest they be mutilated endlessly for all of eternity." He takes on a deranged look momentarily. He continues, seemingly unaware of what he just said, "He just likes things a lot. I don't know why, but he's always telling me this same lie. He isn't a dumbass; I don't get it."
Jill is back on-screen: "Quite a dilemma. Who knows why someone would do such a thing? Now we have an expert who may be able to tell us why this man's friend is such a dumbass."
The broadcast cuts to a recorded clip: A man, who is labeled by the overlay as an expert in the field of Retarded Common Beliefs, says in seeming response to a question, "Yes, I've done research into this subject at school cafeterias-- after the school day has ended, for multiple years. It would seem that people actually do know what a nerd is, subconsciously, after seeing children their own age playing trading card games and gushing about anime while so riddled with personality flaws and social errors that it's amazing they hold onto their existence in this realm, yet most people choose to distinguish between the eldritch horror they witness and the term "nerd". They, instead, give it a positive meaning, something these true nerds will also do, and black out the memories of these lunchrooms in a reaction to their intense disbelief and the traumatic nature of the sight." The man finishes and his gaze goes distant after a moment. There's a hesitation in him, then he suddenly breaks into a traumatized, terrified of his own shadow wailing just as the video cuts, screaming, "I can't go back!" and standing up suddenly, as people in hazmat suits close in on him.
Jim Garafagus, back on camera abruptly with a look of horror he quickly clears from his expression, "Ah, yes Jill, it truly is a bad time to see those kids who play Yugimon after school. It's no wonder we all forget." He laughs fakely. Jill responds like she just snapped inside, with a threat, "Don't you fucking call it that or I'll rip your tongue out, Jim." Jim responds nervously, trying to turn the subject back to the news story, "Ah… Well, since you can form a sentence like that with confidence, and don't just seem like a weak and inept coward telling a lie, I think it's safe to say you're not a nerd and you're just a psychopath." He tries to laugh and fails. He pulls at his collar, notices what he's doing, and interrupts himself to return to perfect posture. Jill concludes the story, and the conversation, "That is correct, Jim. I've seen some shit. But I can manage a slightly social job in society and am not a fucking loser."
Jim, moving on cheerfully, "Next on the docket we have a professional report on why so many people are cunts. Stay tuned, there's a lot to cover, but one of the theories is denying obvious shit that's been proven correct to them by personal experience." He turns towards Jill but doesn't actually look at her, "Hey, that's just like this last story, isn't it Jill?" He laughs fakely, and Jill hastily stuffs a hacksaw under the table when the camera pulls back to show both of them. The camera instantly cuts back to Jim, and only Jim, and he says fakely after stammering in surprise, having been watching the monitor, "See you soon folks." He pretends to talk to Jill as the lights dim, while she vaguely seems to be reaching under the table again.
(Format of this writing was lifted wholesale from The Onion’s Youtube channel. Material contained inside this format is purely my own.)
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So with the second season out, I decided it was about time to binge-read the Trollhunters book. I just finished and HOLY SHIT. It's very different from the show (not in a bad way, both are freaking amazing, much like the HttyD series), but my god, I've seen horror movies that were less terrifying to watch than this was to read. It's del Toro, I guess I shoud've expected it, but if you think the series is a "kid's show" not suited for kids, this thing is on another level. Let's take a look at some things out of the book compared to the show:
[SPOILER WARNING if you haven't read the book yet!]
(I'm sure I missed a few things, so feel free to add)
- Jim doesn't grow up with his mother, but his father, who's a paranoid wreck, desperately trying to protect his son after he watched his older brother being abducted by a troll when he himself was just 8 fucking years old
- Jim's first time in Trollmarket isn't filled with wonder and amazement and shit. OH HELL NO. Try the beginning of Spirited Away instead: A kid running for his life in an unfamiliar place filled with monsters beyond his imagination chasing after him
- The beautiful Trollmarket you know, all pretty with crytals and shit? Forget about it. Instead imagine an entire underground city out of mud, electrical wires, pipes, with sewage rivers and the garbage of the human world
- Trolls, in general, are fucking HORRIFYING. ALL of them. Even ARRRGH!!! and Blinky - especially them, actually, but I'll get to that in a second. Every troll looks like it's straight out of a goddamn horror movie, most of them walk around naked, gambling, alcohol and drug addiction are BIG with them and they're not afraid to... 'modify' themselves (like, I dunno, replace their teeth with sewing needles) and some of them vomit up their entire inner structure to walk around as floating skin pillow cases (it does make using yourself as a bag to kidnap babies much easier though, gotta hand it to them), all the while spraying satanic symbols onto the houses of their victims to fuck with the humans
- Blinky is still a scholar who likes to hear himself talk A LOT. But that's as far as the similarities go: He's a tentacle monster wearing some sort of skirt made out of medals and has 8 eyes, all mounted on different stems, all of them blind
- ARRRGH!!! is still a behemoth, always fighting for what's right. Just not as cute and fluffy. More like, most of the depictions of demons/devils: claws, fur, giant horns, rotten teeth, etc. Also, she was the one who took Gunmar's eye here, taking a boulder to the head in return, impairing her speech. And no, that's not a spelling error: ARRRGH!!! is a GIRL, her full name being Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!!
- She still dies, tough. Like, REALLY dies (as a hero on a bloody battlefield) with no chance of coming back
- Speaking of Gunmar's missing eye (The Eye of Malevolence): it's not just a tiny crystal, ready to be put into the amulet. It's a living, breathing thing as big as a basketball. It's used to spy on him by ARRRGH!!! but it really hurts her and works vice versa as well - you know, like fucking Sauron
- The amulet itself doesn't have any powers, besides being able to grant it's wearer the ability to understand the troll language, since humans aren't able to understand it otherwise, unless they learn it (for example, by spending 45 years underground with them, because you were kidnapped to be their champion when you were 13 and didn't have any other choice)
- Keeping that in mind, forget about the badass 'For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command!' and don't even think about 'For the Doom of Gunmar, Eclipse is mine to command!'. Instead, get used to this loser actually naming his two swords 'Claireblade' and 'Cat #6'
- All these theories about Jim being a descendant of Merlin and shit? Not that far off: He's part of a long lineage of warriors. There are several of these families, who have been fighting trolls since the beginning of time basically and their warriors are called paladins. Yet, trolls and those humans fighting alongside each other is still rare, it hadn't even happened yet until the first defeat of Gunmar in 1969. Jim is only the second human to fight with the trolls. Also, because of his bloodline, he's naturally skilled at fighting, even enjoys it - that's some Ackerman family shit right there, folks. Did I mention Claire (who's a junk-food loving, punk-y Scotswoman (still invested in theatre though) instead of the cute Spaniard from the show) turns out to be part of such a family as well?
- He still starts crying on his first mission - but that's probably because he had to slash apart a changeling in the middle of transformation (no fancy, flashing lights here, the body is built from the ground up, bones, muscles, flesh and everything, right before your eyes) and the goddamn thing sounded and looked like a HUMAN BABY
- Oh yeah: Steve's a motHERFUCKING CHANGELING
- By the end of it, the entire fucking town knows about trolls and trollhunters
And my personal favorite is this little gem, which, I shit you not, is a literal sentence out of the book:
"You put a troll fetus into my dad's mouth?"
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Prologue
Fomorians were sea-folk, though they hadn’t always been, and those that took to land were often weakened by the absence of water. There was enough of their previous form left to give them proper legs and a means of breathing, but not even their tremendous reserves of magic could keep their skins from drying out. Containing one was simply a matter of waiting until dehydration set in and slowed it up.
But tonight the stars were hidden behind a thick layer of clouds that kept dumping torrents of rain. The air was heavy and humid, dank with the stench of wet asphalt that had been dry for too long. Oz surveyed the cityscape from his perch atop a high-rise for some bank or another, one hand stuffed in the pocket of his raincoat while the other held onto a small radio. His slitted pupils dilated as he scanned the streets for any sign of activity, then narrowed slightly as the radio crackled.
“Do you see anything?” came the query, a masculine but youthful tone.
“Nah. Sky’s still pissin’. Don’t bode well if it’s the Fomoire about.”
Oz’s voice was a stark contrast to the one from the radio. He spoke quietly but gruffly, with the barest hint of a lilting Scots’ brogue. Baritone with a growl, someone had said once; Oz didn’t disagree with that assessment.
“You never know, maybe it’s just another Kelpie and someone overreacted. It wouldn’t be the first time. I mean, how many years has it been since one of the Deep Ones came ashore?”
Oz’s face scrunched into a scowl and he opened his mouth to retort, but then his jaw clicked shut without a word. It was moments like this one that made him feel tired, or perhaps old was a better word for it.
“Three decades, give or take a couple years. Doesn’t feel that long to me, though.”
“Cheer up, old man.” A laugh came through the speaker. “Odds are we get to finish up here soon and then we’ll go to Waffle House, my treat.”
Oz’s eyes widened. Suddenly the promise of Waffle House shone like a flaming beacon in the midst of this dismal murk, beckoning him onward. He leaned forward, peering out at the desolate vista with renewed interest.
“Better be ready to pay dearly, then,” he said slyly, one corner of his mouth pulling upward in a toothy grin, “because I haven’t had waffles in–”
A scream cut him off. It was a man’s shriek of terror, a raw and desperate sound that cut through the muggy air like a knife. As if on cue, lightning lit up the sky and a clap of thunder followed merely half a second behind.
“What was that?” the radio demanded.
“I’m on it,” Oz grunted, stuffing the radio into his pocket as he lunged.
The ground was many stories down, at least twenty floors, but Oz hurled himself over the edge with no hesitation. For a moment he was flying, in the next he was falling – he plummeted carelessly as the air roared past him, his raincoat flapping noisily as he went.
He closed his eyes. Wondered how big of a splat he’d make if he just stayed like this and hit the ground. Wondered how long it would take to come back from a mess like that.
I always land on my feet, he thought absently, and dissipated into a cloud of black smoke.
When he reformed he was standing where he’d envisioned going splat, on a curb surrounded by loose litter and dead leaves. A large plastic bag full of waste lay nearby with several stray cats helping themselves to its contents. When Oz passed them by they stared at him, heads turning in unison as their eyes tracked him.
“It’s the King,” one of them murmured in cat-speech, amazed.
“Not anymore,” Oz growled, continuing on his way without pause.
He was glad for the lack of human presence on a night like this. It meant he could move faster than any human should without attracting unwanted attention. A man of his appearance had no business sprinting up Seventh Street at the speed of a cruising car, and yet he did so with ease. When he came to a large puddle he cleared it in a single leap, never losing his balance for an instant.
It should be around here, I know I heard it coming from this direction…
He skidded to a halt as another scream sounded. It echoed from the dark recess of a nearby alleyway, where a single electric light flickered intermittently. Immediately Oz felt an oppressive aura emanating from the shadows, a force of sheer wrongness permeating the rainy haze and causing his skin to prickle into gooseflesh. He only realized he was clenching his teeth when his jaw began to ache. Slowly, carefully he took the radio from his pocket and pressed the button.
“I know this stench,” he said quietly. “It’s one of Them. Put everyone on high alert.”
“A Deep One? A real Fomorian?” Oz could tell his comrade was truly afraid. “Are you absolutely certain?”
“Aye.” Oz drew in a deep breath, then let it out in a weary sigh. “Listen. Perce. You’re a good kid. A brave one. But I’m tellin’ you, you need to sit this one out. Let me handle it. I’ve been at this a lot longer than you and believe me, you’re better off stayin’ where you are.”
“Like hell I am,” Percy scoffed. “I’m your handler, Oz. You’re my responsibility. As if I’d just let you face something like that on your own. I’m coming and I’m bringing backup, all right? You just wait for–”
Oz turned the radio off. Tossed it aside. It skittered over the pavement and clanged against a metal trash can.
“Backup,” he spat, shaking his head as if the notion was ludicrous. “Guess I’m to hurry, then.”
Advancing into the alley was like pushing through a series of disgusting membranes. It was completely invisible, even to fey sight, but Oz could feel the presence trying to ward him off with a field of pure thought meant to dredge up his every fear. To a human it might have been overwhelming, perhaps enough to induce insanity, but to Oz it was an annoyance.
The closer he got, however, the worse it became. When he looked down at his hands he was greeted with the illusion of being covered in a horde of slimy things that pulsed and quivered like disembodied intestines. When he breathed it felt like swallowing bile. His sanity remained intact, his intellect coolly refuting the falsehoods, but it was still monumentally unpleasant.
So distracted was he by the psychic onslaught that he failed to realize he had found the crime scene until his foot stepped on something soft instead of pavement. When he looked down he saw a hand. Just a hand. The blood leaking out of its stump of a wrist was still fresh.
“Oh,” he said aloud, and dared to lift his gaze.
The sight that assaulted him was something not meant to exist. It was a creature whose composition had been dictated by mankind’s fear of the unknown, specifically man’s fear of what lay hidden beneath the ocean. It was vaguely humanoid but obscenely inhuman, a conglomeration of gills and eyes and tentacles that inflicted itself upon reality with malevolent iron will.
It was a Fomorian. And it was still eating what appeared to be a homeless man.
Oz considered his options. Ending this quickly meant going all-out, but going all-out meant his compatriots would have… difficulties dealing with the aftermath. The rain was still falling in copious amounts, meaning this beast wouldn’t run out of hydration anytime soon. It would be a long and ultimately costly fight that would likely decimate this part of the city.
You are afraid to give in to your true nature?
Oz hissed and covered his ears with his hands, though he knew it was a futile gesture. The question had been projected directly into his mind.
“I’m not afraid,” he snapped, unwilling to give the Fomorian the satisfaction of conversing as it wished to. “I’m just pissed off. Why are you here? There’s nothin’ for you here on land.”
I could say the same for you, the entity replied. Its tone was flat and emotionless, much like the text-to-speech voices human devices produced. Why do you continue to play human, Irusan?
“Don’t call me that,” Oz snarled. “It’s complicated. And you’re avoidin’ the question. Why. Are. You. Here?”
He awakens soon. No longer will we be imprisoned Below in the ruined depths of Atlantis. We shall walk the Earth again as we did in the days of mighty Balor. We shall shed these cursed forms and reclaim our land from the Usurpers.
At the mention of Balor Oz’s glare deepened and he clenched his hands into fists. Tufts of black fur were beginning to emerge from beneath his sleeves. As he bared his teeth at the enemy, he could feel that his canines had elongated.
“Fuck Balor,” he declared, “and fuck you. I’m giving you one chance to go crawlin’ back into the depths and that’s it. One. Or I’ll tear you apart and turn you into pâté.”
The Deep One tossed aside what was left of its dinner and regarded Oz with what could be presumed as contempt, since its features were unsuited for expressing emotion. It was a smaller variant compared to others of its kind, but it still filled the entire alleyway and towered at least two stories.
You should be our ally, it complained. Your behavior is illogical.
“I’ve never been much good at doing what’s expected of me,” Oz growled, stooping down like a coiled spring ready to unleash, sharp claws emerging from the tips of his gloves.
“OZ!”
A shot rang out and the Fomorian recoiled as it was struck by an iron bullet. Vile vapors billowed from the wound and it loosed a psychic scream that brought Oz to his knees. He could hear cries of anguish behind him as the human personnel who had come to aid him were assailed by mental violence they had no way of fighting against. Despite his own pain, he managed to turn and saw Percy still upright, albeit on one knee.
“Percy, you fool,” he managed.
The man whose face was still that of a boy scowled and raised his handgun. Blood was trickling from his nose and ears but he stubbornly persisted, firing off another shot at the eldritch being.
“I called for more backup,” Percy yelled, his teeth stained red. “I told them to bring everyone. I–”
His eyes bulged and rolled up, showing only their whites, as his body began to tremble. The hand holding his gun swayed left, then right, then planted the weapon’s barrel firmly against Percy’s temple.
Human puppet, the Deep One rumbled. Die.
Oz reached out toward Percy, fingers spreading in vain as Percy’s life ended in a bang and a spray of red mist.
A memory flashed through Oz’s mind unbidden, a crystal-clear remembrance of the day they had first shaken hands.
Hi, I’m Percival Ainsley. You must be Oz! I’ve heard so much about you. I think we’ll work well together, you and I.
As he watched the young man’s body crumple to the ground, Oz felt the last tether that had been holding him back snap.
“I’ll kill you,” he bellowed, his voice deepening into a roar as he turned to face the enemy. “I’ll kill you, I’ll kill...”
The sound of meat being skewered cut him off. The realization didn’t set in until Oz’s eyes followed the tentacles that had extended into his own torso, one shoved directly beneath his heart while the other had stabbed through his right side. The pain was oddly distant, save the immediate annoyance of his left lung collapsing.
“Kill you,” he wheezed, grabbing hold of one protrusion with both hands. It was strong but so was he; rage fueled him as he twisted the tentacle in an effort to remove it.
You have become weak, the Fomorian noted dispassionately. And with that it lifted him and slammed him into a brick wall with enough force to break through, sending up a cloud of dust as debris scattered.
The next few minutes seemed to last for hours. Oz slowly became aware of many things: the bitter taste of blood in his mouth, the pain of several broken ribs, a burning sensation that might be a punctured organ or two, and the fact that his right arm had become completely dislocated. His head felt wrong, as if his skull had cracked open like a walnut’s shell. Instead of getting to his feet as he wished to do, he could only struggle as his body refused to do more than thrash around feebly. A killing rage still burned in his chest, but it burned in vain.
“Dammit,” he swore, coughing violently. “Damn you.”
He’d been too slow. Too indecisive. Too willing to give a monster a chance to stand down, too attached to old allegiances that meant nothing now…
Percy. Lad. I’m sorry.
His left hand reached out, trembling, but grasped nothing. Then it fell and hit the floor with a dull thud.
Sounds of battle drifted to him from what seemed a far distance, though he knew they were mere meters away. Reinforcements had arrived. Oz had no doubt they would be able to kill the Fomorian, or at least harass it until it decided to flee back to the sea. But he could no longer muster the energy to care about victory or defeat. Simply breathing was a Herculean labor now.
Not again. Not again...
His last thought, as his heart ceased to beat and one last breath passed through his lips, was of waffles.
#a redux of what i posted yesterday bc i remembered the ending i wanted#my writing#reck/less#oz tag#this has bad language and violence y'all
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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.
Okay folks. this is it. part 1 of the final chapter
here we go.
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trial day 2?? oh yeah i forgot they split this game up in the worst, uneven way possible
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wow that cutscene was
something alright
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wow datz actually managed to hold onto the snow globe. kudos?
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what the fuck
i think i heard it wrong but Dhurke’s objection sounds like an old man
I'm pretty sure i heard it wrong
missed the bass
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who was that no– oh Garananana
i guess she's gonna be the final boss instead huh
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im so tired i cant even snark properly
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“is that kosher?”
i like it
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oh god
what.... what is she wearing
i mean
fuckin
TALK about madonna-whore complex. oh yeah, time to turn super evil?? bear your midriff! show off dem tiddies!
look, SOJ. theres only one bad bitch in ace attorney who can pull off floaty tendril hair, and its NOT ga’ran.
i cant believe i have to look at this train wreck for the rest of the trial
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“heh heh heh. its all coming back now. the feel of my blood pumping through my veins”
this is perhaps because youre actually moving now, your eminence.
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can we just dispense with the trial and have a good old fashioned anime fight? cmon apollo, spike up that hair and grab your BFS.
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“meep”
WHATS WITH THE MEEPING
BONNY DID THAT TOO
SOJ ITS 2016 ...ACTUALLY ITS 2028 YOU HOLES
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everyone in the court: :O what??? whats wrong with rayfa??? why is she sad???
oh i dunno maybe because her fucking Father just got brutally murdered?? maybe??
what the fuck is up with SOJ characters being dumb as a bag of bricks when it comes to other peoples’ feelings regarding death of loved ones???
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phoenix: shits fucked, thats why??
apollo: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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“seems like she's worse off today than she was yesterday”
hey game you'd better not be implying any shit
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“discipline”
soj
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alright, back after another longass break. i can do this.
( That’s oddly compassionate of him, all things considered )
I was about to defend Nahyuta because what kind of person wouldn’t try to spare a child from witnessing that kind of trauma... but then again, this is the Sadmad who purposefully tried to trigger someone into losing a trial so
(shrug emoji)
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grana’s gone into full HORHORHOR BITCH MODE
partially I'm totally numb because i dont have any stakes in her newfound ebilness, and partially I'm tired of this weird new trend of child abuse in the new games
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“Barbed head.”
oh my god
the first person she goes to after realizing that her caretaker is gone is fucking Phoenix
im gonna cry
“ive been reduced to “royal robe remover”” NO NICK YOU’VE BEEN UPGRADED TO DAD BY SOMEONE WHO’S NOT YOU
( ‘It’s like she’s grooming Mr. Wright to be Nayna’s replacement’)
I know this game is all about confusing bullshit for heartwarming moments and vice versa but guys
good lord
my heart
i really needed that
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(sigh) they really couldn’t get someone who sounded like a fucking 14 year old to do her voice?? really???
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rayfa: (looks like she's going to die and collapses)
apollo: this is not good...
gee apollo you really think so?
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wait a fuking second
we went through the whole dance cutscene and we’re not even going to see the pool??? does that mean the priestess has to be conscious and present for the images to be visible? ...and how does that work, anyway?
i just realized, a medium could use a pool to see the dead, but how the hell could they project it for others to see?? does she literally open a portal to hell???
(sigh) i just regret sitting through that cutscene again
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“cabal of traitorous lawyers”
i love that
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(Seriously Dhurke? This is no laughing matter.)
this basically sums up Dhurke’s entire personality
...yknow, i know what they were trying to do with his character– i really do. i know he’s supposed to come off as a dashing, cavalier rebel who laughs in the face of danger.
but they overshot endearingly irreverent and ploughed straight into fuckwaddome. if you want a character to be charming, they need softer moments too. Dhurke isn’t a bad person, but he’s kind of an asshole when you get right down to it, and nothing so far is proving otherwise.
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ok ive heard Dhurke’s Objection again and it doesn't sound like an old man– it just sounds about as overblown and ridiculous as Manfred von Karma’s (not to mention about as deep)
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LET DHURKE SAY BITCH
... i guess
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another perfect example of Dhurke being kind of a fuckwad: he keeps needling the queen and baiting her in ways that could get himself killed, which would be all fine and dandy if he were the brave resistance leader being tortured for information in the bowels of a dungeon.
...but here’s the thing.
IF YOU DIE, DHURKE, APOLLO AND PHOENIX DIE TOO. DID YOU FORGET ABOUT THE GODDAMN DC ACT? ITS NOT JUST YOUR DEAD ASS ON THE LINE HERE SO SHUT YOUR SASSY TRAP AND THINK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOUR *AMAZING WIT* FOR ONCE.
you’ve got 2 extra lives on the line here.
...3 if my suspicions are correct.
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stop calling him son please you abandoned him in an orphanage and didnt contact him for 14 years.
...and if he can’t call you ‘dad’ you have no right to call him ‘son’
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coming back to this after ghost trick has convinced me that one of ga’ran’s lackeys miiiiiight be related to Cabanela, baby
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“Wright... I can see we are kindred spirits, you and I! Hah-ha ha ha ha ha!!”
NO
NO
NO
NO
FUCK YOU DHURKE
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“It’s pretty easy to spot the difference between a soulless man and the soulless shell of a man”
ok that did get a laugh out of me, good job dhurke.
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apollo: pls dont get us killed
dhurke: mmmm ok ill try but I'm not promising anything lol
://///
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“But remember, son, if you truly believe in me, you should be able to prove my innocence.”
do i even have to list how many reasons thats wrong and a shitty thing to say
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“Such Insolence”
You’ve been beat out, Not So Fast
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Ga’ran used Gust!
Apollo flinched and couldn’t move!
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“I could behead you at any time”
she's got a point; she’s a fucking despot, there’s no reason to actually hold a trial. i mean i guess she wants to shut up the rebels but just killing them would be a lot easier and its not like she has any qualms about murder
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“Aw shoot, ya got me.”
again, not an appropriate reaction for whats going on buddy
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lol get fucked kjudge
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DGFUFUS OH COOL
WE GOT GUILTY (excited cheers from the audience)
the applause and the shots of everyone with :O faces is making me feel like i just won a gameshow
wheres my cheesy jingle
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also i love how Dhurke’s like “oh shit!! my assholishness has directly resulted in my son’s death!!! did NOT see that coming!!!!!!!!!”
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again the sound mixing is drowning out the background music (sigh)
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“your benevolence? I’d be happy to lend an ear if you’d like to talk!”
>this is it, this is why he leaves the series guys. Apollo is too good for these sinful games.
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DAMNIT DHURKE, YOUR SHIT MOUTH IS RUBBING OFF ON YOUR SON
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hmm
we’ve got an april may here
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“Rayfa, I shall buy you a new servant”
so Kooraheen practices slavery..? I mean, she.... she said ‘buy’, not hire.
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“she would have left shoeprints”
do
do you know what evaporation is your malevolence
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wait wait wait
that doesn't make any sense
the only prints leading out are from Inga, but the prints inside the building are from Nayna? how did she avoid leaving prints leading inside, then?? did she just long-jump over the dirt path???
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the guards are not fanboying, apollo, they’re toadying. there’s a difference.
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apollo: maybe the place he was stabbed and the place he died were different
(the game only continues after you carefully explain what dying of blood loss is three years later)
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to be completely fair, there are actually stories of people who were unaware of being stabbed
furthermore, when you get stabbed, you’re not going to be the most rational human being on earth.
phoenix, don’t give sadmad that point, especially when he’s currently assaulting your protege
now, as i was saying, Apollo’s suggestion that Inga was stabbed in the back and then ran into the temple is perfectly plausible; running to shelter from an attacker is probably the first thing you’d want to do when injured, and the tomb was a pretty safe place, i’d wager.
tbh i really don’t know why they’re arguing about him feeling the pain as that wouldn’t really impair his movement considering he was stabbed in a place that wouldn’t affect his ability to walk???
but yeah apparently he was doped up to shit so
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...i highly doubt back pain medication is strong enough to negate a stab wound. on the other hand, if it is and your back pain is THAT intense, Inga, you need to see a fucking doctor pronto.
...yeah shots straight into the spine is one step away from surgery; not to be an asshole but I'm not sure Inga was doing so well anyway before he went
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huh. are they really gonna give us an actual choosable choice to abandon Dhurke and save our own skin? Cause that would be interesting; a lot like the old games where you could “”choose”” to defend a client or not.
to be clear here, though, i wouldn't choose “no” even as much as i dislike dhurke. we know (sigh) that he’s innocent, and even if i dont like him it’s our duty to defend his shitty ass
OH HOLY FUCK
THERES THE CHOICE
wow. y’know SOJ, i dont much like you, but you fuckin Did That. well done.
also thank you for the Justice pun it is much appreciated.
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“And while I can’t say I’m used to it, this isn’t exactly my first rodeo”
FWHAT
>game flashes back to the Ahlbi case
DSKJFLS THIS IS LITERALLY THE “at second rodeo: this isn't my first rodeo” POST
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YES OK WE’VE SEEN THIS CUTSCENE TWICE NOW ALREADY
WE GET IT, RAYFAS GOT COLD FEET ABOUT BEING QUEEN
MAYAS IN THE GAME
OK
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phoenix: allow me to mansplain how rayfa is feeling despite how fucking obvious it is. after all, we know our players have the mental and emotional capacity of goldfish!
oh hey mansplain is a legit word in the dictionary
cool!
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why are they building this up?? just fucking tell Rayfa to do her stupid dance again and get on with it; we already did this at the beginning of the trial
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“Hmm... Indeed. It would be problematic.”
ohohoooohohohhhihgjhgo
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oh her nails are actually tiny pen
thats neat
thank goodness Kooraheeneese is an up-and-down written language– otherwise they’d have to make a whole new animation for the english game teehee
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“....................But... Horn Head needs my help”
oh my heart
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dan she just straight up begone’d her
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see the one thing that falls flat here is that, during a regular trial, the prosecution saying “oh, ok, have it your way; you can try to prove your theory” holds up a little more since they... you know. don’t have absolute power.
where as, with Garananana, its more like she's just a huge posturing pushover. especially since every other minute she's saying “ok, I'm gonna kill you for REAL now.”
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rayfa: b but if i fail you'll be killed!!! i dont get it...
apollo: i literally just finished explaining that I'm 100% ready to die for my shitty job that was like 5 minutes ago
it is sweet to see that he’s cheering her on though. good big bro
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I'm finding small solace in this beautiful moment of “your foreign dad and bro are here for you babe reach for the stars”
Athena’s probably flashing a double thumbs up from the gallery too
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“But... I finally know now. I know in what I can trust”
Bobby, from the afterlife: YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE
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Garan: What??? my tiny 14 year old daughter is going to do a thing i don’t want her to??? fuck there’s no way i can shut her up. not even with all of my large adult man guards who could easily just escort her out of the courtroom without any resistance because they’re my fucking royal guards and I'm the Queen
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oh shit she took off her own cape
im so glad i muted the game so her awful voice actress couldn’t ruin this cool moment
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and now as this long ass cutscene plays out again, i simply cannot help but wonder about the poor choir and how long they’ve been on standby
where do they keep the choir during trials
whats it like singing the dance of devotion song every trial
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oh finally here we go. alright, lets see what the magic party pool has in store for us this time
...o ...ok then
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OH! OH SHIT
Inga’s face blind?!
Y’know I did have a few thoughts about that when we discovered his notebook but I didn’t think they’d actually go that route... though, thinking about it now, it is pretty convenient.
...ok everyone’s freaking out. maybe they’ve never heard of face-blindness? ...or maybe its not face blindness after all
im pretty sure it is though
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i dont know why but everyone being like FUCK ITS GOD and phoenix being like “whoops shits trippy now” made me laugh pretty hard
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ok i gotta say I'm actually a little invested now, even if its just because i think face-blindness is an interesting thing to incorporate into a murder case. again, a convenient thing, but an interesting thing all the same.
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ahh fuck i keep forgetting how the stupid seance works
welp, there goes one of my souls... (sigh)
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..apollo you dont need to show her the picture of her dead father to say “he had a cell phone”.
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the voice was coming from INSIDE THE PHONE
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RAYFA HAS A PET FROG????
WHAT
SHOW US THE FROG SOJ
SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG! SHOW US THE FROG!
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...why would Rayfa interpret the sound of the warbaa’d (something she’s familiar with) with a lion’s roar (something she’s unfamiliar with) ??
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oh i see thats why Vore Machine is an idiot
for plot convenience
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Datz Are’bal, a man who throws fire crackers at children.
...sounds like an are’bal guy.
bahdum-tshh
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“The joker who got a kick out of startling Ahlbi with his Dragon Snot Snaps”
...something tells me that if Datz found out about Youtube, he’d be one of those “””prank””” channels.
also WHY ARE THEY CALLED SNOT SNAPS
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
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“happy-go-lucky”
i think you mean vaguely sociopathic
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(sigh) ive finally been worn down to the point where i need a walkthrough. ive... been beaten...
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boy ahlbi’s just a font of knowledge isn't he
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DID SHE JUST BREAK HER NAILS OFF
PLEASE SAY THOSE WERE STICK ONS
HOL SHIT
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MMMM LAY IT ON ME NICK
face blindness
... i mean theyre not calling it that but thats what it is
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yeah yeah channeling blah blah come on! youre in the LAND of channeling !
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shduhjahdjk
I'm picturing Inga running into his own dead body and flipping his shit
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oh man. thats the end of Trail 2 part 1.
guess i’ll see you guys on the other side... heheh.
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Tales of No That did not warrant the use of Rising Up episode 21
Let’s see if I were to describe this episode into one word it would be LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME no seriously, Sorey’s conclusion, lame, Alisha infilatating, lame, where they used Rising Up, lame, this whole episode is fucking lame. First they shaft the seraphim, then they pull this Sorey being this holier than thou Kirito 2.0 asshole about being absolutely right about not killing anyone, then the more blatant black and white morality, then the entirety of two episodes ago (who the hell thinks the dead dragon in the basement of a church was a good idea anyway it makes absolutely no sense in the context of zestiria and berseria), then the show can’t be decent without Alisha, and now they explain anything bad without throwing a fucking dragon in there to emphasize how fucking right Sorey is for not killing anyone. And oh yeah Heldalf is still a fucking thing apparently even though he’s been forgotten about this whole goddamn time why not replace him with a fucking dragon who the fuck knows. Seriously, the problems that are in every previous episode is still there and the only good thing is the animation still looks nice because it’s ufotable!
Plus there are a lot of fucking holes that goes against human reason. Like for last episode are the citizens of Ladylake really that sociopathic and disregarding of their goddamn lives that they be okay with a very high ranking military officer to be suffocated slowly in public because the head chancellor hates the princess? And it gets even worse that when a dragon appears and starts burning everything to the ground there’s no one outside flipping the fuck out or earlier in the episode with the street brawl no one is like poking their head out of the window like “Oi! Keep the fuck down we’re trying to sleep!” I don’t care how deep these people can sleep no one should be able to sleep through getting burned alive, a dragon roaring and a fucking street brawl with the local military. Lady Lake should be in total disarray through all of these events which should create malevolence to justify a fucking dragon. C’mon there should be fucking riots and shit burning down, and protests over the shit that Bartlow is doing and Alisha is pulling up. Because well if this was going down it would be fucking logical to protest and riot I mean fuck it’s happening in real fucking life here in the states because we have a fascist cheeto for a president and IN THE GAMES people rioted, complained, and even tried to assault local soldiers because their governments weren’t helping the people. Yes, IN THE GAMES you had people like Alisha and Sergei that were trying to please the people but riots still happened and people still disagreed with their governments. Plus there’s a fucking dragon outside how the fuck are you not gonna run and scream at that unless you really wanna die?
And now there’s the issue with Bartlow seriously, with all his actions in the anime he should’ve been fired no questions, he is not concerned with running the country, he is not concerned with gaining power for his country (a.k.a. why he tried to attack Elysia IN THE GAME), he is only concerned with eliminating Alisha and making her look bad. He is abandoning his job just to get rid of a princess who, mind you, is supposed to be the absolute lowest ranked princess with no power whatsoever so she can’t threaten his position. He is using all of his fucking resources to shoot a dog that barked at him slightly aggressively when he should’ve just pushed her off as a minor annoyance like he does in oh ... I don’t know ... THE GAME. With his actions in the anime he should not in a position to hold any power if he’s gonna abuse it like this and should be kicked out of the council. Plus there was the issue of his suicide, there are a bunch of able bodied folks in armor that can run faster than him, why didn’t they just grab him and throw his ass in jail for murdering the king which they saw the aftermath of. If they’re not gonna do it out of pure shock than Alisha and her gal pals could run up to him, grab him and drag his ass to the dungeon don’t stand there like idiots, he’s an old fat unarmed dirt bag that can’t hurt you (as he does drop the sword), run and fucking grab him!
Oh and Sorey and the dragon, Ufotable, you can’t replace everything bad with a fucking dragon, and if you are gonna use rising up and purify a dragon in the middle of a fucking city the least you should’ve had people outside being all like “Hey look at what the shepherd is doing with the princess and some random chick! Let’s cheer them on!” And have the people cheering on Kirito 2.0 which helps him boost this purification and bam purified dragon. I mean that’s why the song was played in the game because it was a cool moment where everyone came together, enemies became friends, and two big damn armies where there to witness Sorey and Rose kill a fucking dragon and the track helped make it feel huge. If there was an event in Zestiria that was remembered for its sheer scale it would be the battle against Tiamat and the moment Rising Up started playing with everything happening made the moment feel epic. This wasn’t the case in the anime as it was small and there was no chaos, no one around which made Rising up feel absolutely wasted and it would be the equivalent that if in Undertale Hopes and Dreams would start playing when you got Frisk in the elevator. It is a small event and makes an amazing track ultimately pointless.
Also I think they completely missed why Rose is supposed to be his foil because IN THE GAMES, purification gives people a second chance where they weren’t able to in Berseria because once hellionized they were beyond saving. Sorey is the type that sees the best in everyone and wants to save everyone and give them a second chance. Rose on the other hand thinks that there’s a limit to the chances you can give a person and when that person reaches that limit you have no choice but to kill them. Sorey has to come around to the idea that killing can be seen as a second chance and a method of salvation when purification just won’t work ... and that accidents will happen along the way (with his accidental body count being a bunch of Rolance soldiers, a Hyland general, a little girl, and a dog and I guess you can count Mayvin). Yes the game doesn’t do a good job at explaining or showing this but it’s completely cut out of the anime which makes Sorey’s character development suffer a lot making him this all too good Gary Stu that is so obviously good because he doesn’t kill anyone. Which completely makes the point of killing as a way for salvation completely pointless.
Plus it’s actually a horrible thing to have Eizen purified as Berseria puts it he is cursed with a domain of misfortune, bad shit happens around him. He even says so in game that he doesn’t want to live around with the reaper’s curse because it would primarily hurt Edna. He flat out says in a side quest that he would rather turn into a dragon and be killed than live with the curse. So unless the anime somehow retcons (stupid idea) the curse Purifying Eizen is actually going to do more harm than help, because purifying won’t get rid of his curse and it would really break his friendship with Zavied because he broke his promise to put him down if he lost control.
So in conclusion avoid the anime, play the game, read the manga, hell, I can’t believe I’m saying this, read my fan fiction The Mixing of Various Personalities. I know this sounds conceited but it should provide a more faithful adaptation to the game despite Rose being the main character and at least the seraphim are more prominent characters and it doesn’t need Alisha to get the story going.
#Tales of zestiria#tales of zestiria the x#berseria spoilers#episode rant and review#episode critical#god this episode was fucking lame#You don't use hopes and dreams the moment frisk gets in the elevator!
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Day two: Tofu
Actually, I lied. I didn’t have tofu today. I would like some now though so I thought it was an appropriate title. Let’s start off with a quick recap of my day...
Awaken to my laptop sitting next to me, after falling asleep attempting to write poetry, a single beam of light entering from the curtain slit landing directly on my face. I quickly retreat under the sheets and try to sleep off a little more of the day, funny as only a couple short weeks ago I actively sought to avoid sleep.
I meet Mike and her husband Bri on the 1st floor of their apartment and find we had to evacuate as their unscrupulous landlord scheduled a home visit an hour earlier than expected. We arrive at an awesome brunch spot with amazing Bloody Mary’s, after creating a new bff handshake in the car. We slug down our meal and rush back as to not miss my train.
Seeing as the train ride to Bloomington was so uneventful, I wasn’t expecting much on the way back. To my surprise I found a seat next to a graphic artists who works for Marvel! We spoke almost the entire train ride down about the work she did restoring old comics, our childhoods, and our thoughts on living in different cities.
We parted ways at the station where I met my loving mother who is currently dealing with a bout of strep throat. I was able to secure some drugs from Bri/Mike before I left as my Mother was currently taking 5 year old antiviral pills meant for a 4.3 Lbs. Chihuahua. Yeah. Anyway... She brought me back to my house and after some shop talk, I checked in on my Sister.
Now my sister Bek, has some developmental issues brought on by a lack of practical education after and during high school. Her issues are included in the list of many things I wish to improve or fix this year. I guess when you really get down to it, this is a self help blog more than anything. Me trying to reconstruct my past and see a better way to move forward. I’ll attack it like anything else that needs doing, with a good long list.
Address my surroundings/appearance
Clean my house and get inspections for sale
Sell house
Workout regimen
Whiten Teeth
Make cars legal
Redo budget
Assist struggling Family Members
Rehabilitate and find employment for Sister
Help Mum with her burdensome house
Fix health issues
Get PCP (primary care physician)
Find out what's wrong with me? (I’ll explain later)
Track calories/ Healthier diet
Better myself through outreach, understanding, and reflection
Daily Blog (this thing!)
Volunteering in community
Write a song or two
Write a short story
Write a poem
Write a haiku or two
Better myself through more practical means
Walk away from addictive Video Games
Reduced waste
Prep meals for week/reduce eating out
Answer some hard questions
When does babies/marriage make sense for me?
Do I want to move cities/countries?
Am I ready to embrace my future failures before it’s too late again?
learn to juggle (cuz fuck it... why not)
Wow. Yeah ok. You’re right, that’s a pretty long list and well buddy... There’s quite a bit I need to work out. I’ve made some pretty awful decisions last year and while I’d love to blame it all on the malevolent entity that is 2016, the truth is I need to work my shit out. We'll have plenty of time to elaborate on those inadequacies later. Perhaps it will be helpful to revisit those, cathartic at least I’m sure.
So let’s go through a handful really quick and talk about what we are tackling first...
Address my surroundings and appearance
This one is the easiest to describe and understand as it’s how we perceive almost everyone we meet. Basically I’m following the age of wisdom of “if you look good you feel good”. It’s a great start for me as I do feel better about “me” when I have a clean living space and or have some of the basics under control. Right now, I’m behind on quite a few things that I’ve basically let sit. Need to clean house, literally and figuratively.
Assist struggling Family Members
Again, another fairly straightforward concept. Family comes first right? Well, I could have been doing more to help and now I will. My mother feels trapped by her house and my sister needs help getting into the real world. So far, I’ve basically adopted my sister. She lives with me and I’ve got to find a way to connect her fantasies in her head with the realities around her. For now I have her focusing on some basic’s, a lot like the list of items from my surroundings and appearance category. More to come later.
Fix health issues
Hate to keep playing coy with you all but this is another topic I’m really not ready to discuss. My health has been neglected, but not necessarily in the typical manner. First step, find a doctor. I used NextDoor to find some reliable physicians. The community is so helpful so I have several options to go over tomorrow.
Better myself through outreach, understanding, and reflection
It’s easy to say that you can plop on someone's shoes and understand how they are feeling. For a long time I thought the same thing. I’m taking on some challenges that I hope will broaden my scope of understanding, giving me greater perspective when dealing with the people I love. Selfish decisions were made, though with what at the time seemed like justification, that hurt. It’s not the first time my decisions led me here, so I need to make sure I empathize and think while making major decisions.
I want figure myself out and express myself in ways I was unwilling to before. I want to take more pictures, where I shied away from them before... I want to reminisce on my past and embrace it even. I want to write down everything I am doing and thinking so I can look back over it and understand my evolution. I want to be just slightly more accepting person everyday so that when this is all over, I can safely look back and decide what balance of dark and light is appropriate. Perhaps even becoming a social sextant for life.
Better myself through more practical means
Phew ok. Putting the brakes back on for a bit here, basically there are things I could be doing that would mark me as a “better person”. I could prance around the streets singing about the extra little work I put in the try and lower my impact on my environment/others around me. Sounds delightful.
Starting this one by taking a break from all video games, save for the rare times I play Artemis with friends online. That’s mostly a social thing anyway. I have an addictive personality with hobbies, I’ll pick one up and devour all I can on it, only to leave it once I find something else. Jack of all, master of none. It’s manageable in most cases, yet with some games I can’t really ever consume it all, there will always be someone better or something new to learn. Many things were suffering from my addiction and I wasn’t real enough with myself to admit it was a problem. Going to stay away from all of them till I can figure out what’s best.
Reducing waste is a concept someone very close to me latched onto and it’s a very noble goal indeed. Something that you always joke about but never really embrace. Well, I’m going to try it on for size and see how it fits. I did the same thing with Vegetarianism several years ago and it stuck, so who knows. Some people go all the way with what’s called a “Zero Waste Challenge” but I’m going to take it a little more low key. I’m not sure exactly what this means yet but I’ll keep you in the know. Building on that concept, I am also going to make more of my meals and plan them out, instead of Qdoba every day. Hummm now I want Qdoba...
Answer some hard questions
Yeash. Back to the big stuff. Ok folks, as I have said before, I currently do not have my shit together. I want to explore some major concepts to try and find out when I want to move on to the next big steps in my life. Again, we’ll find some of these later on after I’ve had time to research and talk with people.
Juggling is the last one. No practical purpose to this one, though has there ever been a practical purpose to juggling?
Ok. That’s it for me today. May not seem like it but this was about two hours of thoughts going to paper. Time to lie down hoping my sleepy self won’t decide to cause trouble. It’s an interesting ritual i’ve developed, prepping for sleep. Having all the pillows in just the right place and elevating my body in just the right manner so sleep me won’t feel the need to rock the boat. Anyway, going to cut this off here!
Cheers
-Mind
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