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the sinners saints
pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader
wc - 1.2k
warnings - 18+/nsfw, mentions of anal
notes - a little gabe halloween fic? as a treat? miss you papi ♥
"I won the bet, you wear my costume. That was the agreement!" You remind Gabriel of his promise as you wrap the blindfold around his eyes at the perfect time to hide your shit-eating grin.
Gabriel loved Halloween, and had planned on attending this year's party in one of his usual ghoulish and elaborate costumes.
While you appreciated the effort and passion he had for them, you couldn't help but feel they always had one common flaw—too much fabric, not at all revealing.
This year, you decided to take matters into your own hands—luring the man into a bet in the hopes that you'd get your own way.
If he won, he could choose a costume for you. He insisted on something similarly elaborate and grotesque to his, a contrast to your usually revealing and cutesy Halloween looks.
But you had won the bet, and you planned on converting Gabriel to the dark side of barely-there outfits with cute accessories to match.
With the blindfold secured, you get to work.
You both had freshly showered, and Gabriel lounged in his towel as you worked on your makeup and styled your hair.
The only remaining step was the outfits—which you also decided would be matching, much to Gabriel's chagrin. Gabriel had grumbled too at the idea of you selecting his costume, a surprise no less, but you insisted on physically dressing him so that you could reveal the outfit dramatically.
A part of you hoped that once he saw it on himself, he'd actually be convinced.
You pull your own outfit on first, humming happily as you dress and undoubtedly rile him up as you take your time and leave him blinded and waiting. His impatience is easy to spot in his tightened jaw and furrowed brow.
Pulling each piece on quickly, you check yourself over to make sure the outfit is okay for now—as you resolve to make it perfect once you've finished dressing Gabriel and done your reveal.
Returning to his side, you pull off the towel that's slung low on his hips and let it drop to the floor. It's hard to not get distracted as you stare at his naked form, but you're on a mission, so you shake the thoughts away as you grab his boxers and get to work.
"Underwear first." You comment gleefully, allowing him to support himself as you pull the fabric up his legs. Even this part requires the blindfold, as you worried the color of them might give him some hints.
"Hmm." You appraise what to put on next and decide on the main part of the outfit.
Once more, Gabriel supports himself as you pull up the flowy material that feels like shorts to him. When the elastic is settled perfectly on his waist, you grab the excess fabric and tie it neatly across his left shoulder.
He hums, and from the purse of his lips, you can see he's already trying to figure it out, brain kicking into overdrive.
You quickly move to his feet, helping him into the sandals and securing them around his thick calves. The arm bracers are next, before the headpiece is nestled into his hair.
"If I'm Julius Ceaser—" He grumbles, but you cut him off before he can speak any further.
"Shush. No guessing." You say as you fiddle with the outfit and make sure everything rests on him perfectly.
With one final item, you pull his arms through the straps and settle the accessory on his back before you step away to admit your handiwork.
"You look perfect." You squeal happily, before you march him over in front of the mirror, though facing you first.
The two of you look great together in the outfits—a yin and yang to the composition you've created—but his tan skin looks perfect wrapped in shades of white and gold.
"Ready?" You ask, your hand coming up to fiddle with the fabric obscuring his vision.
"No." He answers dryly, brows knitted together. You know he's convinced you're going to make a mockery of him.
You drop the blindfold, and watch his reaction intently as his eyes roam over the outfit. They start at the killer heels adorning your feet, tracing up the fishnets to the skin-tight black dress, then to the ashen wings and the horns sitting atop your head.
His eyes turn as dark as night, as he clearly appreciates your devilishly alluring look.
You're quick to turn him before the lightbulb moment can hit, and he finally gets a look at himself in the sexy angel outfit you picked out just for him.
His toned legs are completely on show—his huge arms and broad chest revealed by the garment too. The golden halo sparkles in his brunette locks.
Regardless of what Gabriel thinks, you're practically drooling. He doesn't just look sexy, he looks ethereal—exactly as you'd intended.
For a moment he looks at himself in wonder, and the expression only adds to his beauty.
"I hate you." He comments, yet there's no venom to his words at all.
"No, you don't." You lean up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, smiling widely. "I just thought you should live up to your name."
He might not think of himself as an angel, but he's still your angel. "Do you really not like it?" You ask, as you know he would have protested had he known in advance.
"I look good, actually." He smirks, flexing his exposed shoulders slightly.
You continue to embrace him while checking him out in the mirror, your eyes trailing over his reflection. "That would've been true no matter what, but it really does look good on you."
You lean up further, getting even closer so that you can whisper filthy shit in Gabriel's ear. "Thought it'd be nice to turn the tables for once, have me be the one that corrupts you."
His arm slips around your waist, gripping at the curves of your hips as he smirks. "Is that what you think, mi pequeño diablo?"
"I think I can tempt you into some naughty things." You giggle, throwing him a wink.
"I'm sure there's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already imagined doing to you." He purrs, his voice dropping low.
"Hmm, 'imagined', I have no doubt, but maybe the devil can finally lead you into temptation and sin." You chuckle, purposefully brushing your lips across the shell of his ear.
"You look incredible, by the way." His hand tightens, moving down to grip at your ass.
"Thank you." You purr, feeling a sense of satisfaction, as Gabriel's hand moving lower gives you the chance to reveal your secret.
"Speaking of sin..." You guide his hand below the stretchy fabric, past the barely there g-string to the butt plug nestled in your ass.
Gabriel's eyes grow stormy, his grip on your cheek so tight it starts to hurt.
"I might be named after an angel, hermosa, but we both know I'm anything but." His voice sends shivers through you, as you know you've stoked a fire deep within him.
"Once we're done with the party, I'm gonna split that ass open on my cock and show you who the real devil is."
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Based on what you said in your answer here ( https://kaibutsushidousha.tumblr. com/post/729818007900176384/how-do-you-feel-so-far-about-mahoyo-and-what-do) do you mind explaining the various theories you have for the two mahoyo sequels ?
It's not really "various". I just have a generic picture for the structure of the trilogy.
Game 2
Anyone Can Sleep But Not Laugh is set after Mahoyo 2, so we already have a lot of information on things that happen there. We know that the main conflict is set in Summer 1990, Riddell will be the antagonist, she will be temporarily living in Tobimaru's place, and Tobimaru will break his arm rescuing Kumari in the climax.
So my expectation for Mahoyo 2 is major character focus on Alice and the ultimate conflict between Alice and Riddell. That much I can say it's pretty obvious and everyone is expecting.
My more possibly original and unique guess is that the climax will involve Riddell killing Soujuurou. He dies, the world processes his death, and handles it as a glitch. Soujuurou can't possibly be dead, his death is an event set for x billions years in the future. It's like how Ciel (Roa) can't be dead because Roa is confirmed alive. He's immediately patched back to life.
He's obviously not happy with that. His immediate first reaction to being revived was trying to die again before Alice stopped him. It's not natural. People die when they are killed, that's the way things are meant to be. And that sets up the conflict for the last game.
Game 3
The story starts as a search for a solution to Soujuurou's immortality situation. The girls will go to London, reencounter Touko and Riddell in the Clock Tower, and deal with the Sealing Designation procedures Sanda alluded to before. They find what they need, and that's where the finale truly starts.
As alluded to in their first battle, the final conflict of Mahoyo is Aoko vs Alice, presumably both with magic. A conflict over Soujuurou's fate. The culmination of what the characters were built up to be.
Soujuurou is someone selfless, attuned to nature, has a desire to be integrated with society, and takes Aoko as an ideal role model. Soujuurou is someone who would do what is right instead of celebrating unfair advantages. He wouldn't be okay with being removed from the cycle of life. His ultimate motivation is to die a normal human death, like any other person would.
Aoko would not want Soujuurou to die but she's an uptight woman of responsibility. She can't allow anything wrong to stick for her personal benefit. Doubly so when it's entirely her fault that this is happening to him. She never used her magic before Soujuurou's reveal because of her crippling fear of responsibility, so now that she did, she wouldn't allow her to be sloppy about the consequences of her actions. Aoko's ultimate motivation will be giving Soujuurou the death he wants.
Alice would not want Soujuurou to die, and she's characterized mainly by the emotional scars of loss that she suffered as an individual (her parents) and the witches suffered as a species (modernization framed as mankind's predation of nature). Her mage philosophies are intensely focused on the aspect of preserving the past and that is reflected in her private behavior. She's possessive of her belongings and deeply grudgeful when they are stolen or broken. Character Material 2006 outright describes her as a yandere. Alice's ultimate motivation will be preserving Soujuurou's immortality.
Who wins? I'm completely betting on Aoko. Respecting Soujuurou's autonomy feels like the thematically correct answer. There's also Aoko's route in Type-Lumina, where her promise to never allow civilians to be collateral damage in her destruction sounds like a promise to a dead person, and it ends with her thinking about inviting Alice to the beach but never considers inviting Soujuurou. I don't think my boy is alive past 1990, and honestly, I don't want him to be.
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Was going through the sevens manga for screenshots and
Getta is just…touching his chest.
Like Roa just lost a duel and this was the reaction?
How did they still manage to be gay together in the manga lol
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Meet the Seiyuu: Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim Al-Asim is voiced by Furuta Kazuki, a musical theater actor who was inspired to start voice acting after seeing stage production actress Takagaki Ayaka’s performance as Lucy in "You're a Good Man Charlie Brown" in 2017.
Furuta portrayed protagonist Echizen Ryoma in the Prince of Tennis musical from 2015 to 2016. In 2020 he was cast as the voice of Kirishima Roa (Eng: Roa Kassidy) in Yu-Gi-Oh! Sevens and, in 2022, the voice of Nagumo Ryu in Futsal Boys.
Furuta has done karate for 12 years and is a dancer (hip-hop, jazz, tap), skier, and acrobat, and plays the koto. Here is a video of Furuta and Riddle’s voice actor Hanae Natsuki at the opening of the Twisted Wonderland Exhibition in Tokyo.
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Furuta appeared in the first four episodes of “Good Boy!”, a show on the Disney Games official YouTube channel hosted by Crewel’s voice actor Ito Kento.
Episode 4 was particularly pleasant and can be viewed here with an English transcript:
Furuta often discusses his concept of Kalim, and his interview in the Twisted Wonderland Fan Book is fascinating; it can be read in English here
On Jamil's birthday Jamil, Kalim and Yuu came together for a livestream where they had a singing contest based on a children's song and discussed how Kalim wanted to become a pokemon (specifically, Celebi) when he grew up.
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“They promised, and atm they're getting hammered at Lestat's house (Gabrielle isn't around) and discussing Armand's virginity.” Here, my firstborn 🤱 LOVE everything about this insane premise that makes perfect sense. Those two imbeciles getting hammered and talking about sex and trying to FaceTime Louis while he’s having dinner at some high end restaurant with his conservative family in New Orleans. Louis starts panicking when he hears them slur the words “dare”, “tattoos”, “prove our love to you” and has to excuse himself from the table. As for the tattoo themselves, I’m on board with the initials but perhaps they’d want to get something that reminded them of Louis? And then have Louis see what they chose and based on his reaction, pick the winner. No idea what those things could be though, only wet cats come to mind 😞 “And then they bond and double-team Armand.” The only natural conclusion of course. Armand will go on and save the lives of 10 patients on a single night after that experience. “I think about them in canon a lot too, I feel like there's a fair bit of Lestat's personality mirrored in Daniel”, yesss and I’ve always thought he was probably amused and secretly proud of Armand for having found himself a mini-brat prince for a boyfriend. Lestat/Daniel the unsung brotp of VC 🤜🤛
I just woke up and realize I left off where Louis's FaceTiming them back like, "I'm glad you two are getting along, I guess?" Which I feel was also the energy in the RoA phone call scene (Louis out there doing his best to make his two guys get along <3).
"Wet cat" sent me! 😭 I think I have a decent tattoo idea now though, it's been a very productive Sunday already.
Irrelevant side note: I think of Loustat as Pepe Le Pew (Lestat) and the little cat that keeps trying to get away from him (Louis). Nobody @ me, you know I'm right.
Daniel and Lestat are simply doing what they have to maximize their hospital's life-saving efficiency. Now more than ever, since we've decided Armand's a ✨trauma✨ surgeon. Stress level = unmatched.
You know, it's funny because I once got an ask to the effect of "How do you think Armand would feel if Lestat drank from Daniel, since he never drank from Armand?" and my answer was, "He'd probably be proud and a little happy some part of him is inside Lestat." 😌
But on a more serious note... I always thought one of the many reason Daniel appealed to Armand was because he reminded Armand of himself as a mortal. And I also always thought human Armand and Lestat would've gotten along so well because aside from their personalities, they have so stuff in common regarding their early life experiences (religion, abuse, etc.).
Daniel, the Mini Brat Prince though. DA, please... I'm shaking. 🥹💕 (I can never forget it's actually Lestat who wrote Devil's Minion in-universe. Makes it that much better).
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It Could’ve Been Nice, part 2
Part 1
Summary: The subject adjusts to their new home, and wonders about their past.
Warnings: human experimentation, imprisonment, abusive situation ment/implications
Dr. Roa must have seen a change in their vitals, because she had rushed over to them. Or perhaps she saw their face.
They move to wipe the tears from their eyes one-handed, not wanting to displace any of the machinery attached to them.
“I understand that it is necessary,” they assure her, voice shaking despite their inward calm. “My body does not.”
She looked at them, lips pursed. They know she would like to say something. That she is displeased with either their words, their actions, or the circumstances surrounding them. But like many times, she bites her lip and says nothing. She briefly checks over the electrodes and wires attached to them, and then leaves when she’s sure they’re in place.
It’s odd to be able to watch her. One of their walls is transparent- some sort of fortified glass or plastic. They have the option to change it, so that it displays a nice landscape or shifting pattern. They rarely do, however. It’s much more interesting to be able to see scientists moving about, cleaners working, guards standing by. They have almost always been aware they were being watched. But now, they get to watch the people who are watching them.
Their enclosure is much bigger now, too. A strange thing, because they do not think anything about them necessitates a larger space to exist in. But perhaps they were misguided, or simply adapted, given their family was more interested in trite cruelties than real discovery.
The body has the instinct to survive. It is supposed to call the alarm when there is damage, alert others to the damage. The organisms who have this trait, of alerting others to when they are in pain, were more likely to survive and reproduce. It is something they understand. And perhaps it is something their Family lacked in understanding. After all, they would test for involuntary reactions, and understood their nature as involuntary. But Dad and Aunt would still become so angry with them when they cried, despite it being beyond their control. Maybe that was involuntary, too. They’re both very logical people otherwise. If they ever saw them again, perhaps they could ask. There is a lot they would like to understand.
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RoA Chapter 29: Wingmen
Ao3 Chapter
The Trollhunter universe and characters don't belong to me. River, Eri, Eemeli, Ms. Kamaria/Sylvina, Garridan, Ganieda, and the Eclipse Guard are my own characters (List is subject to change as the story progresses). The lore is a mix of old Arthurian legends, ToA cannon lore, and my own that I've developed for RoA.
“And then I took the Killstone from him, and never looked back.” Jim sighed, explaining to Blinky how we got the Killstone from Angor Rot again.
Blinky was holding the stone up to a lantern in the library, examining the crystal closely. “A valiant risk for the second Triumbric Stone. But you say Angor Rot’s ring was destroyed?” He asked for the hundredth time tonight, making sure we were 100% sure about the events.
“Well, he hit the ring with Daylight, then the soul kind of floated away a bit before dissipating,” I shrugged, leaning against Draal, exhausted from Blinky’s incessant questioning. “We took off on the Vespa, almost crashed against some stone, then I teleported Jim and I up to the canal before he could reach us.”
“Yeah,” Jim winced, thinking back to Angor Rot’s reaction. “He wasn’t very happy to lose his soul. Now that no one controls him,” he paused, glancing at me before continuing, “I guess he’ll be on a warpath.”
“All the more reason to find the third and last stone before he shows up again,” Claire piped up as she, Toby, and Eemeli reached the library. Eemeli volunteered to escort the two humans now that Angor was unleashed.
“Hey!” Toby grinned, running around Blinky and sticking his arms out like Blinky’s second set, “Good to see you back to normal, Blinky.” He paused looking over at Draal and me pouting, “You too Draal, but I was really looking forward to Steve freaking out when you two show up at Spring Fling.”
I rolled my eyes, nuzzling against Draal’s stone shoulder, “Forget it Tobes, we’ve got more important things to focus on, besides it’s not exactly safe with Angor on the loose, he’s attacked the school before under Strickler’s orders, now that he’s free, if not unhinged, he probably won’t hesitate to attack us there again.”
Blinky sighed, thinking back to his fleshy days, “My only regret was that I never had a chance to drive one of your automobiles. But Lady River is right, now that Angor can’t be controlled, anyone that stands between him, Master Jim, and Lady River are in grave danger.”
“What was that last line again?” Jim asked, trying to remember the riddle describing where the Triumbric Stones were hidden.
“Three forces elemental thou must seek in marshlands, caverns deep, and mountains peak.” Claire recited, stunning Toby, Blinky, and Jim. Smiling softly, Claire shrugged off their stunned silence. “If I can memorize 400 lines of Shakespeare, I can remember that.”
“Check and check on the marshlands and mountain,” Toby counted off on his fingers. Grabbing the book Blinky held, he placed it over his head like a helmet, wincing as he thought over the riddle. “That just leaves us the caverns deep.”
“Because that’s so specific,” I sighed softly, realizing this might be the hardest stone to find.
Blinky nodded as my exasperation, “Your frustration is well founded, Lady River. All trolls live in caverns deep.”
“So, these would have to be very specific caverns, maybe somewhere trolls wouldn’t want to venture?” I asked, hoping to find some way to narrow the search.
“The salt caves,” Draal piped up, looking at me as he spoke. “Only one specific breed of troll is able to survive down there, no other trolls could reach it.”
“We wouldn’t happen to know anyone that could go there?” I asked, Blinky, hopeful we may have a lead.
“Arrrgh would be the only one,” He nodded in thought, “Speaking of. Has anyone seen him? We’ll need all hands on deck if we are to find the last stone.”
“He was heading to see Vendel last I spoke with him,” Draal mentioned, having run into Arrrgh when he brought the Vespa back earlier.
“Very well, let’s go get him,” Blinky nodded, all of us finally getting up to head out of the library.
“Oh, thank Deya,” I grumbled, causing Draal to laugh. I was just happy I didn’t have to recite our run in with Angor Rot again.
“So, the last stone gave you those sweet thigh blades.” Toby pointed out, eyeing the stone as Jim examined it. “What do you think this one will do?”
“I don’t know,” Jim shrugged, holding the stone closer, “We’ll have to cut it and then we’ll,” he was cut off by the sound of a horn.
The crystal lights began to dim around us. Every troll in the streets began to line up as those in their homes gathered in the windows, even the Gnomes were quietly gathering along streets.
“What’s that for?” I asked, never seeing Trollmarket like this, even during my extended stays.
“Not sure,” Jim frowned, summoning the armor, “but stay close.”
Bagdwella smacked the sword in Jim’s grip, sneering at him. “Put that sword away. Don’t you know our guests are sensitive to light?”
“Guests?” I looked up to Draal for more information.
He nodded towards a group of glowing trolls, many who looked like Arrrgh as they approached. A female troll was being carried on a slab of rock, she had an ornate headpiece and glowing crystal staff. All trolls in attendance bowed their heads as she was brought by.
“Wow,” Claire gasped softly, watching our guests. “They all look like Arrrgh.”
“Queen Usurna of the Krubera,” Blinky explained, “they reside in the deepest caverns under the Earth’s mantle.”
“The salt caves we were speaking about earlier?” I asked, noticing Arrrgh joining us along with Vendel, his hand wrapped similarly to mine when I had burned them.
Blinky nodded as he watched the trolls approaching, “Rarely do they venture this close to the surface.”
“You don’t think that,” Jim began to ask, Blinky cutting him off quickly.
“It’s plausible,” He agreed, “if not convenient.”
“Very convenient,” I murmured, tearing my gaze from Arrrgh’s bandage to the queen.
Vendel quickly approached Queen Usurna, the smile he used when he was trying to keep himself from whacking Blinky over the head with his staff plastered on his face. Something wasn’t right about this.
“Vendel,” She greeted simply, stepping from the platform.
“They’re as talkative as Arrrgh too,” Jim mumbled as we bowed.
“I thought Arrrgh was a Gumm-Gumm,” Toby asked, confused.
“Arrrgh was,” Blinky turned slightly to look at the boys, still keeping his head bowed. “But he was born a Krubera. Now hush.” He slid in front of Jim, hand covering Toby’s mouth quickly to keep him from asking more questions.
Queen Usurna’s gaze met our group, quickly locking onto Arrrgh. Smiling softly, she approached. “Aarghaumont, my kinstroll.” She greeted Arrrgh, pressing her forehead to his causing the grooves in Arrrgh’s skin to glow the same purple as the rest of the Krubera present, only ending when she pulled away. “The centuries pass, yet you remain forever in our hearts.”
“My queen,” Arrrgh smiled, bowing his head to her again.
Queen Usurna then turned to the rest of our group, eyeing Jim’s armor. Blinky quickly came forward gesturing to Jim. “Allow me to introduce our Trollhunter. Slayer of Gunmar’s son.”
“Uh,” Jim stammered out as Blinky pushed him forward, “James like Junior, your Queen-ness.” He greeted her.
She grabbed his chin, examining him as she spoke, “A human Trollhunter. I heard the stories, but I didn’t believe.”
Vendel cut in, motioning to me as he spoke, “I would like to introduce Lady River, my student, and Merlin’s heir.”
I bowed my head slightly, “Your highness,” I greeted her, unsure of what else to do in this situation.
Queen Usurna dropped Jim’s face immediately, turning to examine me, eyes wide. “The heir of Merlin was lost at the battle of Killahead.”
“Funny thing about time portals, your highness, they usually drop you in another time,” my dad spoke up, joining our group in troll form.
This seemed to shock the queen just as much as Vendel’s proclamation. “General Garridan, it is still General, yes?”
He nodded, “Yes, though, of the Eclipse Guard, not the Gumm-Gumms.”
“Then there is now doubt of your heritage, young sorceress,” She turned back to me, grabbing my face in a similar manner to Jim, “Surprising though, you have no resemblance to your father.”
I pulled my magic from the collar, shifting to my full height, a little over her eye level now. “It’s a glamour, allows me to continue living with my human family on the surface.”
She dropped my face, nodding slowly, “I see, Vendel, you must be very proud. Training the heir of Merlin is quite the accomplishment, especially as a troll.”
Toby nudged Jim at this point, reminding him of the stones. “Oh, right!” Jim approached the queen again. “Your highness… lady? I recently heard a story about deep caverns and a magic stone.”
“A stone?” Queen Usurna asked, choosing to amuse Jim and Toby for the moment.
“From a trilogy of sorts? Some might say the Triumbric variety?” Toby piped in.
Vendel’s staff came down between the boys and the queen, scolding the teens quickly. “That’s not how you speak to a queen.”
Queen Usurna let out a chuckle, gesturing to the boys, “Their informality is amusing. No, Trollhunter.” She sighed, shaking her head. “We do not have it. But I am familiar with that which you seek. It was once in our possession, but stolen years ago.”
“But if you don’t have it, why have you come here,” Jim tried asking before Vendel interrupted him quickly. Something was definitely off with my teacher.
“To celebrate!” Vendel exclaimed, getting in Jim’s face. “This rare and momentous visit, I propose a grand match of PyroBligst!”
Queen Usurna smiled at the suggestion, “Then it is wise I brought with me our tribe’s two heartiest trolls.” Two Krubera trolls came to stand before us, and a few female trolls nearby began to fawn over them.
“Arrrgh will represent us,” Vendel announced, gesturing to Jim next, “to be paired with our Trollhunter.”
“Yeah!” Toby cheered, “Go Jimbo!”
“What exactly is PyroBligst?” I asked Draal, confused about all the fanfare.
Blinky decided to answer instead, “It is a tradition as old as it is dismembering.”
“I apologize, Merlin’s heir,” Queen Usurna smiled, “unfortunately sorcerers are unable to complete. Magic could give you an unfair advantage.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, your highness,” I smiled, bowing my head slightly in thanks.
“I shall look forward to the game, later this evening, Merlin’s heir, Lady River, yes? I do hope you join Vendel and I for the game.” Queen Usurna smiled before leaving with the Krubera and Vendel to the old pub.
Blinky quickly rushed our group away to the forge in the center of the Heartstone. “Come now, young wards, we must prepare the Killstone.”
Garridan kept his eye on the Krubera trolls now intermixing with those of Trollmarket, “Anyone else think this is too convenient?”
“The Queen knew you, is there something wrong?” I asked, glancing from the new trolls to my dad.
“You know how changelings came to be? Those taken from the Krubera weren’t changed, they were trained as soldiers from a very young age.” Garridan began to explain, Blinky taking over as we reached the forge, Jim focusing on cutting the Killstone.
“If the Krubera are so sensitive to light, how come Arrrgh isn’t?” Toby asked, confused on how different Arrrgh is from the rest of his kind.
“Arrrgh was forced to adapt in many ways, hardened to survive.” Blinky sighed out.
“Is that why he doesn’t speak as elegantly as they do?” Claire asked, still watching Jim cut the stone.
“Being ripped away from your home at such a tender age, has a way of stunting one’s potential.” Blinky nodded, explaining why there were so many differences.
I frowned, Arrrgh and I seemed to have a lot in common on that front. We both had to change and adapt quickly in order to survive after being torn from our homes. Hell, we were both light sensitive in a way, I just had to grow stone skin so it wouldn’t kill me. I leaned against Draal’s arms, lost in my thoughts on Arrrgh’s and my similarities.
“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” Toby frowned before being distracted by a glowing Killstone, perfectly cut to unlock its power. “Whoa,” he gasped out, reaching for the stone.
Jim batted Toby’s arms away, scolding him immediately, “Toby, get back. This is a delicate and sacred ritual. And you’re drooling all over it.” Jim smiled, putting the freshly cut stone in his amulet. “Two stones down and one to go until we can give Gunmar the payback he deserves.”
Draal hummed in agreement, “It’s over 900 years coming.” He grasped my shoulder lightly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Come it is time to prepare for PyroBligst. You’ll need to hand the amulet over to the trolls setting up the forge.”
Jim nodded, heading out with Draal quickly to get ready. I stayed behind with the others as they discussed Arrrgh and the Gumm-Gumm history.
“What do you think, River?” Blinky’s voice cut through my thoughts.
I shook my head, looking up to see everyone watching me. “‘What do I think of’ what?”
Blinky sighed, reiterating his questions, “Arrrgh’s unfortunate upbringing, everyone seems to have an opinion on it, you are the only one who hasn’t voiced theirs yet.”
“Oh,” I tugged on the strings of my hoodie, trying to think of what to say on the subject. “It’s just, I kind of get it?” I shook my head slightly, that didn’t sound right.
“You understand what it’s like being ripped from your home so young,” Garridan spoke up, seeing my hesitance. “I must admit, even I thought the circumstances were similar.”
“I’m just lucky my change wasn’t being taken by the Gumm-Gumms.” I shrugged.
A horn cut off all conversation, Blinky grinned ushering us out at the sound. “Come now! PyroBligst awaits!”
I headed off to the stands as the others met up with Jim. Smiling at Vendel I took a seat on the non-exploded side of the stadium wall. Queen Usurna sat on my other side, both leaders sitting in silence. Well, this isn’t awkward.
“Where’s Arrrgh?” I asked, realizing Draal was stepping into the forge with Jim.
“I sent the big-headed one off to find him,” Vendel sighed, watching the game wearily.
I nodded slowly, glancing at the queen who kept her focus on the game. Why did I have to be up here?
Draal and Jim approached the two Krubera in the ring, obviously explaining something to Jim as they walked. The Soothscryer appeared and for a moment I thought I was going to have my soul ripped out into the void again until an orb or some sort was shot out of it.
A Krubera troll grabbed the orb before it could hit the ground but Draal quickly tackled him causing the troll to lose the orb. We watched as Jim and the second Krubera chased the orb. As Jim was a breath away from the orb, the Krubera grabbed him and tossed him back over his shoulder. I tensed, grabbing the wall of the stands tightly as I watched Jim roll to the edge of the forge, glowing as they began to heat up.
“River,” Vendel’s voice brought me back, eyeing the glow of my hands. “No matter how much you want to, you cannot interfere in the games. He bested Bular and has Draal with him.”
I nodded, slowly forcing my grip to loosen, tamping out the magic that had been building, handprints burned where I had gripped the wall. “Right, if anyone has his back, it’s Draal.”
“You but a lot of faith in the son of the Trollhunter’s predecessor.” Queen Usurna spoke up, smirking as one of her kinstroll threw the orb into the Soothscryer’s mouth, making the first goal.
I sat back watching as Draal rushed to get Jim, pulling him up from the ledge. “I have faith that my mate will protect my family.” I said simply, smiling down at my boys.
This seemed to surprise the queen enough for her attention to shift from the game to me. “The son of Kanjigar is your mate? Isn’t he a little broken?” She asked suddenly.
I snarled, turning my full attention to her. “If you’re referring to his arm, Draal lost it during our fight with Bular. He ripped the amulet from Killahead Bridge to keep Gunmar sealed away.” Vendel tensed next to me, eyes focused on my form.
“I meant no disrespect,” Queen Usurna spoke, eyes betraying her amusement at the situation. “Most Krubera females would not bother courting a Troll with a disadvantage. Most of our people are bred for combat, you see. Any weakness, even earned during combat, is frowned upon.”
I huffed, looking over the Krubera in attendance. All were male and seemed to be carbon copies of each other. “I see,” I ground out, if this kept up my eyes might start glowing in annoyance. “Injury or not, however, Draal is the fiercest troll here.”
“Not to mention he’s a master with many weapons,” Vendel cut in, eyeing Usurna. “He fights with an axe, trains the Trollhunter how to wield Daylight properly, has taught the big-headed fleshbag how to use a Warhammer, and has even trained our sorceress here to use her lance. Draal is, in fact, the most capable Troll and match in all of Trollmarket,” he paused for a moment, making a point by adding, “and further than the market’s borders.”
“And here I thought Garridan was her father,” came Usurna’s snide remark, turning her attention back to the game.
Whatever was going on between Vendel and her highness-lady, seemed to be fueling whatever the hell that conversation was. I returned my focus to the game to see that the Krubera were up 3 to nothing, and both of them had weapons.
The orb shot out, immediately the Krubera tried to keep the orb. Draal rammed into one of the trolls before he could catch the orb. Quickly running up the wall, he grabbed his axe, knocking the orb from the Krubera’s hand as soon as he landed.
Jim ran for his amulet as the first Krubera began rolling straight for him, using a mace he tried to land a hit on Jim, instead, Jim used the Krubera as a stepping stone, grabbing the amulet and donning the armor as he landed behind the troll. He took off as the trolls gave chase. Running up the side of a forge blade, Draal threw the orb to him. Jim caught the orb midair and threw it into the mouth of the Soothscryer, winning Trollmarket’s first point.
I cheered as Vendel snickered, turning to Usurna, “It’s the human body,” he began to rub it in. “Quite nimble.”
During the next play, Jim took a mace to his side as he was thrown across the forge, landing in a heap. The Krubera broke off, heading for the sidelines of the forge as Draal retrieved Jim.
“What’s going on?” I asked Vendel, getting up to follow him as he headed down to check on our team.
“It’s the Scalding Hour, where trolls have their wounds sealed with burning hot metal, however, you may wish to heal your brother instead.”
I winced, even in my troll form I couldn’t imagine burning hot metal would feel too good. “That’s a good idea, Jim might combust if someone tries to do that to him.”
“Arrrgh still isn’t here?” Vendel asked as we reached the group.
I went to Jim, holding up my glowing hands, “Need help?” Jim nodded quickly, telling me where to heal as Draal had his wounds sealed.
“I’ve tried Toby. No answer.” Claire sighed, checking her phone again, “Arrrgh might not make it back.”
“We must win!” Vendel scolded our group, agitated.
“I know,” Blinky grinned, “For the glory of Trollmarket.”
Vendel shook his head, “Fools play for glory. We are playing for Arrrgh!”
I snapped my head to him, eyes wide. “What?!”
“If the Krubera win, they are taking Arrrgh forever! The bet was all I could do to stop Queen Usurna from demanding his return outright!” He explained quickly.
“They can do that?” Jim asked, suddenly terrified of losing the game. “Why?”
“What! Why! Where!” Vendel yelled, “It doesn’t matter. Just win the match.” For an outburst like that there still had to be more going on.
“Vendel, I’m staying down here. If her highness-lady has another snide remark to add I might burn down the forge.” I snarled, finishing up with Jim’s injuries. Vendel simply nodded, heading back up to the stands.
“We’re not gonna win,” Jim groaned, watching Vendel’s back as he left.
Draal grasped his shoulder, snarling as he watched the Krubera getting ready. “We may be down, but we’re not out! This is the Forge where heroes are born.” He exclaimed, gesturing to the statues of Jim’s predecessors.
“We’re down four to one,” Jim sighed.
Draal turned back to him, “And we’re going to be down one more if we give up on Arrrgh.” He turned to the statue of Kanjigar, “My father watches us from above. Let us make the Trollhunters of the past proud. Let us make Trollmarket proud.” He slammed his stone hand into the prosthetic, glancing at me before turning his attention to the show boating Krubera. “Let us show our guests the humbling they deserve!”
“Fools play for glory” Blinky called out as we glared down the Krubera, “But we play for Arrrgh!”
“For Arrrgh!” Jim yelled, raising his fists to the air.
He and Draal stepped back out into the ring as the games began again. The platform of the forge was raised to signify the second half of the games. This is where Jim had excelled in his training, if they were going to catch up in points this is how it would happen.
Fire and spears shout out as Draal threw Jim up to the platform and the orb. The Krubera quickly followed, catching the orb before Jim could. The troll tossed it to his teammate as Draal climbed up the platform behind him. Once tackled the Krubera lost control of the orb. During the confusion, the troll Draal wasn’t restraining, caught the orb and used boulder stance to roll up to the Soothscryer. As he drew closer, Jim suddenly leapt for him, the armor glowing as a shield came to life, smashing the Krubera from the Soothscryer and giving Draal enough time to make the point instead.
“Since when does Jim have a shield?” Claire asked, turning to Blinky.
“He’s unlocked the power of his second stone!” Blinky grinned, jumping slightly in his excitement.
Draal made the next point, all of Trollmarket cheering for him once again. I smiled softly at the sight, thankful Draal was able to not only be in Trollmarket, but to compete in the forge with every Troll cheering for him.
Jim made the tying point, using the forge blades to swing himself to the Soothscryer. The trolls began to stomp their feet as they cheered.
“It’s a tie!” I cheered, “If we score now, we win”
I watched as Draal took his boulder stance, luring the Krubera away from Jim, he threw the orb, almost hitting Vendel and the queen. Is it wrong that I was disappointed it didn’t hit her highness?
Jim caught the orb, both Krubera hot on his heels as he ran. Draal called for Jim to toss the orb. As soon as it went flying, one of the Krubera slammed into Draal before the other dropped on top of him, slamming him into the ground, the orb going out of bounds over the ledge.
“Draal!” I yelled, teleporting over to him. “Are you okay?”
“Am I,” he paused, looking around, “in the Void? Father? Father!” He called out, unable to see us, his mind in a daze.
“It’ll take time for that hit to wear off,” Blinky frowned, assessing Draal’s state.
“Problem is, he doesn’t have time.” Claire pointed out as the orb returned to the Forge, the Krubera taking off with it.
“We’ll never find a suitable replacement,” Blinky turned to Jim. “You’ll have to take them both on.
“By myself?” Jim began to panic, “For Pete’s sake.”
“Not for Pete. For Arrrgh!” Blinky scolded, not understanding the phrase.
Jim nodded, heading back into the game. I shifted to my troll form, helping Blinky get Draal to his feet and over to the sidelines.
Draal groggily nuzzled my cheek, smiling as stone flesh met stone flesh. “When we have a welp, make sure I’m not like my father. No distancing.” He chided, glaring up slightly at the statue. “Best conversation we have and it’s in the void.” He pouted, alluding to whatever the haze in his mind was showing him.
My face turned a dark purple as I blushed at the thought, “Draal if we ever have kids, I know you’ll do just fine.” I tried to reassure him.
“If I start acting like that, you better gut me where I stand.” He snarled, ripping his arm from Blinky to hug me tight.
“Oh boy,” I sighed as Claire began giggling at my predicament, “Any chance he remembers this conversation later?”
“I hope so,” she laughed, quickly clamping her mouth as we watched the Krubera surround Jim, trying to flatten him by rushing at him on both sides.
Jim crouched down over the orb, waiting for the impact. A roar ripped through the Forge as Arrrgh appeared, slamming the two Kruberas' heads down, stopping the ‘heartiest trolls’ the queen had in their tracks.
Toby ran to our group, out of breath and wheezing slightly as we cheered.
“What fortunate timing, Tobias.” Blinky grinned down at him. “The Bligst is nearly over.”
“I have no idea what’s happening, Is that a good thing?” Toby grinned, looking over at the scores.
“If we score, yes. If the other team scores, no.” Claire explained quickly.
We watched as Jim jumped from platform to platform, holding the orb tight. One of the Krubera knocked him off the platform, but he threw the orb just before hitting the floor, the armor disappearing on impact.
Arrrgh caught the orb, wincing at the impact to his left hand. He snarled, jumping up to the platform with the Soothscryer. The Krubera trolls tried to tackle him, Arrrgh’s markings glowed green as he dragged the Krubera with him, throwing the orb into the mouth of the Soothscryer, winning the Bligst.
“He did it!” I yelled, unable to jump and celebrate with the others as I was still supporting most of Draal’s weight.
“Arrrgh!” Jim yelled, running to the troll as the platforms descended. “You did it!”
“We did it,” Arrrgh smiled, hugging Jim.
Jim’s eyes were drawn to Arrrgh’s hand, it didn’t look right at all. I frowned as I pulled Draal along with me, checking Arrrgh’s hand. “Healing didn’t help.” I stated, referring to our battle in the Quagawumps’ swamp.
“Trollmarket is victorious!” Queen Usurna announced, drawing our attention to her and Vendel approaching us. “A Bligst for the ages.”
“The time has arrived that we bid our friends farewell,” Vendel called out. “But first, one last order of business.”
“Aarghaumont,” Usurna spoke directly to Arrrgh, “Brother, we know you are not well, but battled honorably. Will you return with us, your family? Or fight your last days here amongst your friends? The choice is yours.”
“What does she mean, ‘his last days?’” Toby asked, glaring slightly at the queen.
“Your wound,” Blinky frowned, looking up to Arrrgh. “Creeper’s sun poison.” He tried to hold his arm causing Arrrgh to yelp and pull away. “Oh, Arrrgh,” he sighed, “why did you not tell us?”
“Didn’t want worry.” Arrrgh spoke softly, allowing Blinky to examine his wound.
“Angor Rot must’ve cut him,” Claire winced, carefully holding Arrrgh’s arm.
Jim sighed softly, “This is my fault. It should’ve been me that got hurt.” He began, blaming himself for bringing us along.
“Not Jim’s fault.” Arrrgh grabbed Jim’s shoulder, trying to make that point clear. “Don’t wanna leave.” He spoke softly.
I ran my hand over his arm, pushing some of my healing magic into the wound. If I couldn’t reverse the effect, I could at least alleviate some of his pain. “I’m so sorry big guy.”
Toby had begun crying, knowing Arrrgh’s days were numbered.
“The only way you will survive is with your own kind. You must return with them.” Blinky spoke softly, knowing it was the only way to help Arrrgh now.
“We can always visit,” Jim tried, causing Blinky to shake his head.
“These are the caverns we spoke of earlier. I’m afraid, Master Jim, that only the Krubera can thrive in the Deep Caves.”
“Oh,” Jim seemed speechless, bowing his head to Arrrgh, “if it means he’ll live.”
“Arrrgh, what sort of a friend would I be if I demanded you stay?” Blinky asked.
Arrrgh sighed softly, looking over each of us, his eyes finally landing on Toby. “I will go.” He smiled softly, grasping Jim’s shoulder. “Goodbye.”
We each hugged Arrrgh, careful of his wounded arm. Draal, finally back in his right mind, patted Arrrgh on the back. “Goodbye, old friend. I shall protect them in your stead.” He vowed to Arrrgh.
Arrrgh smiled before turning to Toby, holding his good hand out, “Wingman?” he asked softly.
Sobbing, Toby tried to return the fist bump but ended up running away before he could, leaving Arrrgh in the Forge.
“Get Gunmar, for me.” Arrrgh spoke to Jim.
“Be well, big guy,” Jim choked out. Claire held his shoulder as we watched Arrrgh leave with the Krubera trolls, turning back for a moment.
“Tell Wingman, he family. I family.” Arrrgh spoke, turning back to follow the trolls out.
The way back home was quiet, Garridan taking the lead as Jim, Draal and I kept our pace slow.
“I hope Tobes will be okay,” I sighed softly, “eventually.”
Draal grasped my shoulder lightly, smiling softly, “Toby may be a squishy fleshbag, but he has a strong heart, and steadfast friends. In time he will be okay.”
As we reached the house, Garridan paused, looking over to Toby’s home. “I don’t think we’ll have to worry.” He smiled, looking back at us before entering the house.
The three of us snapped our heads to Toby’s house, Jim grinning as we saw Arrrgh in the window with Toby. He decided to stay with his family. I smiled, hugging Draal’s arm tight. “You’re right, I think Toby will be just fine.”
Rustling in the bushes behind us drew our attention, Jim pulled out the amulet believing it to be Angor Rot.
“Please, Trollhunter, you’re my only hope.” Strickler begged as he came out of the shadows, fear etched into his very skin. “If you want to save your mother’s life, you have to protect me.” He landed on his knees in front of Jim, fully begging for our help.
“Angor found him,” I glared, knowing we didn’t have much choice.
“Draal,” Jim spoke finally, pulling away from Strickler, “get him inside, please.”
“With pleasure,” Draal sneered, picking Strickler up by the collar of his jacket, being careful not to harm him but dragging him into the house all the same.
“What in Deya’s name?!” Garridan’s shock cut threw as Draal dropped Strickler on a chair.
I hummed, thinking of the feeling of rope in my hand, summoning it and tying Strickler to the chair. “Strickler, meet my dad. Dad, meet the asshole that was using the Inferna Copula, tied his fate to aunt Barbara’s and now has to be babysat until we figure out what to do with him.”
“‘Dad’?!” Strickler screeched, eyes going wide at the sight of Garridan, “You? You’re her father?!”
Dad groaned, looking around the living room. “Anyone have a sock or something we can use to shut him up?”
“Might mess with mom,” Jim pointed out, donning the armor. “Look, we just need to get through tonight. We’ll figure out a way to fix this in the morning. Uncle Gary, why don’t we take the first watch?”
Garridan huffed, sitting on the couch across from Strickler. “I can’t believe I’m forced to deal with you again.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one complaining? You’re the most hardass commander I ever had the displeasure of working under!”
“And you’re a power-hungry mongrel that’s put the entire troll, changeling, and human species at risk. Not to mention your attempts on my daughter’s life and my nephew’s life. If James were here and the spell was broken, he’d rip your spine out on the spot.” Garridan snarled.
“Maybe dad shouldn’t watch Strickler, even while being supervised.” I piped up, glancing between the two changelings.
“How about popcorn?” Draal snickered, having heard humans say they needed it when watching something dramatic.
Jim groaned, exasperated with all of us at this point. “We’re in for a long night.”
#River of Arcadia#draal x river#draal x oc#trollhunters fanfiction#tales of arcadia fanfiction#River Marie Wyllt#River Marie Lake#Episode 23#Wingmen
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Roa
it’s you
blushing
roa is typing…
night worth while
her
no
giggles
when it all went wrong
interesting
when it all went wrong part 2
secrets
gf! roa
can’t you tell?
stop that
leave me?
i don’t love you
i can make you fall for me
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every time i watch an anime now where the character is transported into a game i just think about roa my beloved hellspawn
like roa as a game is just fight 100 levels and defeat the boss at the top, live happily ever after
but roa is also an sao clone which means that a million people are stuck in a game with uncertain willingness to die for the cause of escaping
like the main story i have outlines is obviously sho to keiki but sho is also the mentor to The Hero and was believed to be the hero himself until he had a mental breakdown and had to retire
like i keep thinking about the political landscape of guilds made by players and the reactions of legitimate nobility within the NPCs, i had set as a timeline for myself that roa would be cleared before it reached 10 years because im also thinking about how long the outside world would be willing to support 1 mil people spread unequally over the world but i keep thinking about how thats so little time in a game where your life is at risk and so little time realistically to explore fun topics like large scale territory disputes of nobility and quasi nobility not named by the crown but recognized as such due to being players and being Very powerful
i want to write so much for rise of aeolia but the executive is disfunctioning and theres so many things i want to write about that its overwhelming aaaa
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How is Roa so formidable in Magecraft given that Van Fem shows that Dead Apostles lose affinity with human Mysteries? Is it due to Case Files not being a Tsukihime world or that Roa's reincarnation makes him more "human" so he doesn't lose aptitude for Magecraft?
Roa actively wants to continue his study of magecraft, so I'd bet on his reincarnation being designed to reset his human status. BUT. Another important thing to consider is that Roa is 500~800 years old, while Van-Fem is at least 2300 and probably more.
If the old lore still applies, Van-Fem, Ortenrosse, and Strout are the three oldest Dead Apostles in existence. Strout was just a knight, so I imagine he was the first Dead Apostle, victim of the first True Ancestor to bite a human. But Van-Fem and Ortenrosse were a pair of mages in a collaborative project, which makes them presumably the first mages to become Dead Apostles through magecraft means.
The point is, Van-Fem has been around for the longest time, and his reaction to Ziz's super spell is "If I was only 700 years younger, I could've analyzed that". So Dead Apostle losing their human label is a lot slower than you seem to be thinking.
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Notes for The Melancholy Of Yuuou
What a gift.
He stands so straight and baby boy get a belt it looks like you need it
They really are just nice siblings. Yeah some aren’t the brightest bulbs and still likely hold a bit of a grudge because of Yuo’s plan but it’s stil so sweet that they’re doing all this for him
Damn they really just pushed him out. At least Yuro waved
I DON’T LIKE FIRST POV STOP IT STOP okay thanks.
Tiny.
NO IT’S COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE I DON’T HAVE WORK TO DO, BREAKS AND OFF DAYS AREN’T EVEN IN MY CONTRACT!
Nicely animated swing? Also we’ve seen this park before right
*Shaking Konami by the shoulders* WHAT EVEN WAS YUO’S PLOT? WAS IT JUST RECORDIBG YUGA SAYING “yeah sure why not lol” BECAUSE THAT’S STUPID. I KNOW YUO’S SMARTER THAN THINKING THAT WOULD WORK WITHOUT THE DUEL MAKER
Sliding down sound affects. while in heels like a madman. We love to see Romin have a flair for the dramatics.
Sorry, this is my one single off day since I was five and I’d rather contemplate my siblings and current situation while alone on the kiddie swings than be in a magical girl anime
Gakuto came out of the dog house because he’s a bitch
get him a nap he looks like he needs one
Not me simultaneously gasping with Yuo at the threat “curry.”
YO I CAN COOK UP YUO AND ROMIN PARALLELS LIKE ROMIN COOKS UP CURRY as in insane
LET HER COOK
that was such a genuine scream for a wave of curry
Romin really woke up and called Gakuto like “Hey remember our sick ass cosplays? Well what if you do that again but as therapists. No I don’t have anyone in mind but it’s still cool. Met me and the kiddie park in full cosplay I’ll work this acting like it deserves an oscar”
He’s sad and lonely and covers it up and never lets himself be truly vulnerable and like he’s 11 he should be playing with Barbie dolls and having friends not being alone at your job thinking about how much you’re siblings must hate you
Romin is so bad at comforting I love that for her
Roa stop being Cunty
Anyways while recaps happens *thinks back to the Yuo is just like me post* AHAHA OH
These guitars go hard man
WE LOVE A LIAR YASSSSS
HE’S HIS PUPPET.
Kill Roa thank you Luke
THEY’RE BOTH POWER HUNGRY AND PUT THAT OVER THEIR LOVED ONES *Shaking you up and down over Yuo and Luke parallels over and over*
WACK HIM WITH THE MAGICAL GIRL STICK. BONK HIM. DESTROY HIM.
it’s now just 10 minutes I talk too much
Damn he didn’t even get ice cream for himself never mind lol
Yuo’s VA is so good at screaming no wonder he’s Izuku. Also why is that the default reactions to anything happening he dislikes/didn’t predict
Anyways now that it’s been revealed it’s a birthday time to get cake for meee <3
Oh Luke hired Mimi back? That’s actually really nice good job Luke
HELL YEAH FIRST FLASHBACK TO SWIRLY LET’S GOOO
Also yeah the Reborn event probably happened on Yuo’s birthday. Poor guy
Small hands.
NO NO NO HE DOESN’T THINK HE’S WORTH CELEBRATING MMMMMNOOOOO
am. am I going to cry to Yuo knowing how much he caused and how he almost fucked over peoples lives and how he’s dealing with that
Welcome to the part of the notes with more projecting
Yuo is such a fascinating character. Like, yeah, in his very business and logical heavy mind, how could he repay the pain he must have given. He doesn’t expect forgiveness, he doesn’t expect people to like him, that’s his business side. That compares to his puppeteering side, a side of him begging to see his puppets beg for even implying a chance of winning after being beaten, a side knowing he’ll be the star of the show with his Ashurastar. But he’s still human, still an eleven year old that has human wants like love. This is a huge ass rant oopies
He wants to be a good sibling so bad that he’s now just going with the nonsense
“Just what kind of life have you led Yuuou-kun“ is the nice way of saying “what the fuck is wrong with you”
ROMIN A DOLL IS ONE OF THE WORST THINGS TO PRACTICE WITH HE VIEWS THEM AS SERVANTS TO HIS POWER
“Thannnn…anmmisszamm…THANKS FOR NOTHING!” Proceeds to sigh in self disappointment
USE THE POWER OF RACISM GAKUTO. OKAY
What a mood man
Mmmmmm I have too many words to say about the party and Yuo’s reaction
AAACHDDGGSSHIYCDJHFGJMMMMMMM
It’s so sweet and nice and Yuo looks so so happy and everyone is having a good time and I feel like I’m going to cry
After all this…he gets to bonk. Also Gakuto in drag fits weirdly well
EE THEY’RE PLAY FIGHTING THEY’RE PLAY FIGHTING THEY’RE LIKE LITTLE KIDS WITHOUT ANY RESPONSIBILITIES
Obsessed.
Ooooooo that’s a great ending. Everyone is having a great time and then just the sudden flashbacks and reassurging memories. Yuo can still have fun but at the back of his mind it’s still there. Great
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Renato Rosaldo
Via Chasers
Renato Rosaldo is well known as one of the most important Chicano anthropologists in the discipline's history, but he was born in a not-particularly Chicano place: Champaign, Illinois. His father, Renato Ignacio Rosaldo y Hernandez, came from a family of wealth cattle ranchers from Minatitlán, Veracruz. Renato sr. was a man of the enlightenment and supported the Mexican Revolution, but his family lost their land in the struggle and he went to Mexico City looking for opportunity. Following a friend, he then migrated to Chicago in around 1932, and pursued his education at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign. It was there he met Rosaldo's mother, Betty Potter, an Anglo lady from Flora Illinois. Renato was born in Champaign in 1941.
Rosaldo's father, via UIUC
Rosaldo Sr. went on to earn a Ph.D. in literature, writing a thesis on the 19th century Mexican author José María Roa Bárcena. He then took a position at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. Renato Jr.'s first memories were of the snow and being the only person in school who could speak Spanish. Later, the Rosaldos would move to Tucson, hoping the dry climate would help the health of Rosaldo's brother. Renato went to high school there and developed a tight-knit group of friends, The Chasers, that he later wrote a book about.
Rosaldo went to Harvard for college to study Latin American literature. He found himself in an introduction to anthropology class taught by Beatrice Whiting, and his TA was… Laura Nader! Nader was a fluent Spanish speaker who had been to Mexico, and she encouraged Rosaldo to pursue anthropology. He spent the summers after his his sophomore and junior years on a field trip to Ecuador, where took local life histories and got interested in the experiences of everyday people.
With Shelly in the Philippines, via NPR
Rosaldo in the Field, via The Day Shelly Died
Rosaldo graduated with an AB in Spanish History and Literature and then went on to graduate school in anthropology, again at Harvard. He worked with Evon "Voghtie" Vogt of the Harvard Chiapas project. He also fell in love with another Chiapas project student, Michelle "Shelly" Zimbalist, who became Michelle Rosaldo after they married. The Rosaldos then went to do fieldwork with Ilongot people in the Philippines. Renato received his Ph.D. in 1971, a year after he had been hired at the Stanford anthropology department. In the mid-1970s Clifford Geertz, another Harvard grad, came to Stanford as a visiting Scholar. His work on interpretive anthropology was dismissed by many at the time, but the Rosaldos found it very interesting. Renato attributes much of his later work as influenced by Geertz.
At Stanford, via their archive
Perhaps the most consequential event in Renato's life came during fieldwork with the Ilongot in 1981. On 11 October 1981 his wife Shelly fell of a cliff and died, leaving him grief-stricken and having to deal with their two children, Samuel and Manuel, who they had brought with them to the field. He spent years recovering from the event, eventually partnering with another Stanford scholar, Mary Louise Pratt. The world of anthropology was also devastated by Shelly's death, as she was a groundbreaking feminist anthropologist.
Middle Aged, via UT Austin
Throughout the 1980s Rosaldo spent much of his time mourning Shelly's death. He published as well, however, producing essays which challenged the highly scientistic view of anthropology which he was taught at Harvard. He participated in the groundbreaking 'Writing Culture' seminar which produced the book of the same name, which ushered in the age of, and reaction to, 'postmodernism'. He also became involved in the debates about 'multiculturalism' at Stanford. In the late 1980s Stanford revamped its Western Civilization class. Rosaldo was one of the people who taught the new version of the course, which replaced Great Books like Plato and Shakespeare with Zora Neale Hurston and Rigoberta Menchu.
Renato Rosaldo, via his ARA memoir
Politics at Stanford soon became even more stressful for Rosaldo. In 1993 he published Culture and Truth, his best known book. It collected essays he had written critiquing anthropology, including his most famous piece "Grief and a Headhunter's Rage", about the death of his wife. At the same time, the internal politics of his department was becoming more and more stressful. Stanford had originally been founded a Felix Keesing, a kiwi trained by Māori scholar Te Rangi Hiroa. The department has a social anthropological tilt. By the mid-1990s it had grown into a four-field American style department, but relationships between subdisciplines were fractious. After cultural anthropologists interfered in the hire of a biological anthropologist, the bio side of the department objected strenuously to the tenure of Akhil Gupta, who did not have a degree in anthropology. Rosaldo was chair at the time, and the politics were so intense that he had a stroke. The department split in two shortly afterwards, and would be united in 2009(?), after Rosaldo's retirement.
via Chasers
During his recover from his stroke, Rosaldo began seeing visions of poetry written in purple ink appear before him in a fine handwriting that was not his own. He soon began writing poetry. In 2003, he retired from Stanford and took up a position at NYU, where he teaches to this day. That year he also published his first volume of poetry, Prayer to Spider Woman. In 2013 and 2014 he published two more books of poetry, including Diego Luna's Inside Tips and a heart-rending collection of poems and photographs describing his wife's tragic death, The Day Of Shelly's Death. In 2019 he produced a volume of poetry-interviews and photography in which he memorialized The Chasers, his friend group from his childhood in Tucson. His most recent book is a 2022 volume of poetry, Into The World Outspread.
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