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chuuyadelune · 9 months

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now that i have recovered from the emotional shock of seeing *that* akutagawa scene from chapter 88 animated in HD 4K (i thought i’d have another week to emotionally prepare myself LMAO), i just wanna be a little bit of a nerd and say that i really liked the cinematography/composition this episode.

in particular, i really enjoyed the anime’s decision to draw visual parallels between this fight and previous fights (in particular, the fight against francis, which is important because it is the first time they worked together).

after all, this fight is the culmination of everything they’ve done together. from the combining of their abilities, coming to an understanding with each other, realising the potential of beast-beneath the moonlight-rashoumon… bringing back similar shots that were used in previous fights is SUPER effective at highlighting the parallels and how far they’ve come, in my humble opinion.

here are a few things i noticed:

- first of all, both of them activating their abilities one after another is an explicit nod to S2’s fight;

- the confrontation/conversation in the hallway from S2 (to an extent! they’re on the same sides, which caught my eye);

- akutagawa blowing up the engine room on the ship, and kyouka doing the same during the first fight between him and atsushi (S1);

- and a similar angle being used for black tiger claws / koukko zessou as a nod to the fight in the S3 finale.

the parallels — though maybe less explicit, *are* still there in the manga? like, the entire “structure” of the fight so to speak is very similar to the francis fight in S2 — akutagawa finding atsushi, taking place on a(n air)ship, breaking away from the fight to strategise before confronting the final boss (then, francis, and now, fukuchi) is undeniably a nod to that fight? i love that this is given its due in the anime as well.

another thing about the cinematography this episode i loved was them using the clock as being the indicator of fukuchi’s fuckass space-time sword doing its thing. that was a really nice touch, in my opinion; the cuts in between were jarring and disorienting and really helped put us into sskk’s shoes.

and as for the background design alongside the clock itself — there were a couple of things about them i enjoyed:

- the number of floors / levels of the ship in the back (5, as a nod to the five ways an angel decays, the DOA)

- the blue of the clock is meant to be reminiscent of fukuchi’s sword, i’d argue, with the way both of them pops out of the sunset/orangey-red lighting

- the clock’s design being super ornate and gold plated reminds me a *bit* of a tabernacle (where they keep unused eucharist in a church) — and thus brings up connotations of sacrifice. that white bridge-thing beneath the clock as well reminds me a lot of an altar, too (see the image above the last to see what exactly i’m referring to, because image limit)

okay, yeah, that one might be a bit of a stretch, sure. but its placement as being above them, combined with the two tables/boxes to the left and right of the ship’s bow (which looks very much like a cross, btw) gives it a distinctly religious, altar-kinda feel, i’d argue. and crosses have been used in S4 as symbolism as well!

(tbh, there could even be a bit more imagery i’m missing, because — the angels of the DOA refers specifically to the buddhist conception of an angel. i’m not too familiar with buddhist imagery, but i thought that this was worth pointing out regardless!)

the last thing i want to say is that the red and blue symbolism went CRAZY this episode. i don’t have much else to say because it was super obvious — they even reused the same “black tiger claws” shot from S3, after all — but i do wanna point out that the symbolism even went into the carpets. the fucking carpets.

like, the shift: it’s red when akutagawa’s leading the conversation but changes to blue after atsushi’s suggesting of the submersible as a strategy? i mean, i don’t know if this (or anything i’ve said, to be fair) was intentional or not, but it’s a cool detail anyway!

personally, i enjoyed this episode, the action was great, and all of this too was a really neat addition as well! and now… uh. we wait for the chaos to get worse i suppose !? (laughs nervously)

#while i haven’t been enjoying S5 as much as i did S4 i think they still did pretty good w this episode #there was a lot i really enjoyed about this episode!!#studio bones will always deliver on the action. we can count on that bit at least LMAO #next week though…. it’s shin soukokover #bsd #jem rambles #bsd s5 #bungo stray dogs #bsd spoilers #atsushi #akutagawa #shin soukoku #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd sskk #sskk #i do mourn the loss of some of the nuance of their characters but. they did say at the panel the anime focuses more on action sooo 🥴#you win some you lose some i guess #only reason i was able to make this post btw is because ive watched bsd so many times to the point shit’s literally engraved into my brain #it’s bad for me NDLDGAJ #bsd analysis #bsd anime analysis #bungo stray dogs season 5 #bsd season 5

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0alix0 · 8 months

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that moment when everyone's hyping show for anakin cameo/thrawn/ezra/etc. and you're here only for an old tired fallen jedi and his little ukrainian chihuahua-looking daughter

#filoni you're so fucking boring you know that?#baylan skoll #shin hati #ahsoka series #star wars #anti dave filoni #you could've make it into a beautiful small personal story about surviving trauma #and having the whole galaxy literally hunting you like an animal for 20 years #moving forward and still not wanting to engage with new jedi order #cuz you're far too gone for it and some scars never heal #something that both ahsoka and baylan could both relate to (if the writing is good ofc)#and finding fulfilment in you child/apprentice who you care about deeply #put some really interesting jedi critical thoughts #to finally have some complex dark side characters who's entire motivation for using it could've been just basic desire to SURVIVE #and not depicting them as mustache-twirling villians #BUT NAHHH we need huge stakes (again) & more useless cameos (again) & the world between worlds whatever the hell that even is #and fucking thrawn cuz he's recognizable and will bring you money #anyway fuck filoni i hope ahsoka finally dies cuz i can't take her character seriously anymore #and i hope baylan & shin will go on funny father-daughter adventures together when this shit is done #at least starkiller isn't there......... thank god #KEEP MY BOY'S NAME OTTA YOUR FUCKING MOUTH FILONI #textpost #shitpost

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kalevalakryze · 8 months

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Goth Dad Skills

Relationships: Shin Hati & Baylan Sköll Characters: Shin Hati, Baylan Sköll Warnings: This is 💕fluff💕 Notes: This also actually reminded me to go bleach my own hair asdfghjkl ANYWAYS GUYS CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS? !!!!!! I’m sobbing, I am kicking my feet, my heart is fulfilled and I am in love, this is the cutest thing and we need more, because Baylan is a good Goth Dad who loves his adopted murder child !!!! (summary taken from Mine ) Word Count: 1,419 VERY EXCITED TAGGING WITH ALL THE LOVE IN MY BODY: @thegirlsinthecity AO3 Link: Here! Summary: Sabine’s fingers carded through their hair. “How much work do you put into this?” Frowning at how off-track things had gone, Shin’s hands shifted to rest under Sabine’s thighs as shift her weight around, hiking her further up against the wall and her hips as she thought. “My Master helps me every couple weeks?” “Seriously? Baylan can dye hair? Sick,” Sabine shifted to press their lips together, slower than Shin had become accustomed to.

Every few weeks, brown started to overtake the mop of platinum on her head, dead ends of her hair would tickle at her cheeks and get stuck in her face, bringing an irritable Shin to the surface.

Truly, they could be hard to deal with when their hair started to grow and their original hair color would start to fade back in. The first time Baylan had tried to work with Shin after her hair had grown below her shoulder blades and the brown went past her ears, she’d nearly tore his head off during her lessons.

He hadn’t known what to do, then, only when Morgan mentioned the change in his Padawan’s appearance effecting her behavior did he cautiously approach the topic. They’d been cautious to accept his help, and he’d been cautious to mess up her hair, but it had come with its rewards in the form of a calmer Apprentice and a new skill to learn.

Baylan had come to learn the approaching signs that his apprentice needed a hand that she would not ask for (He’d seen what happens when she tried to do her own hair and was unwilling to handle that chaos ever again). Their fingers would tug through the ends of their hair and a look of annoyance would cross their lips, or they would keep their hood pulled over their head, even when it was just the two of them.

Shin’s boot was pressed into the console of the war table, other leg dangling in the space between her seat and the edge of the table. Her hood was pulled low over her eyes, though he could see her restlessness in the way she tugged at the strands of dead platinum hair poking past her hood.

“Apprentice,” He called as he stepped into the cabin, his hand resting on the back of the seat. He was silent until their head begrudgingly raised from the zoned out staring at the hologram of the star system.

“Master,” Her voice was quiet, gruff, and tired. Baylan knew that the reminder of her hair reverting to its state before he’d taken her in served as a reminder of the life she’d lived before him, that wanting to leave it all behind was difficult when she couldn’t look into a mirror without staring at her past. Her eye makeup was scrubbed away, leaving only the bags under her eyes to contrast against pale and red rimmed skin.

With more confidence than he’d usually felt, he reached to brush her hood back with a calm hand. Her eyes narrowed, though she said nothing as he studied the inches of growth, brown hair thick where it leveled with their eyebrows. “Come,” He called, patting the back of the seat before disappearing down the small hall to his cabin.

Shin’s boots on the durasteel floor announced her presence a few minutes after he’d entered his room. It was spartan in design, though star maps and etchings were hung up around the walls, as well as a trinket or two from the Clone Wars, incentive to follow the Nightsister’s mission to find Thrawn.

Their stool was sitting in the center of the room, with the acidic smelling chemicals that would change their hair color being mixed carefully in his hands. Shin dropped onto the stool without a word, unhooking their cloak and bunching it up in their hands. Once the mixture was complete, he’d passed the bowl to Shin before grabbing her cloak from her hands and hanging it on a hook near his desk, smoothing out the wrinkles before he’d returned.

On his desk, a small music player sat between his datapad and his spare lightsaber pieces. As he hung the cloak up, he’d reached for a spare music file before sliding it into the device. A Galan-Kalank album fired up, various instruments harmonizing with Corellian voices filling the small room.

The disposable gloves they’d had on board were too small for his hands, but he’d made it work, latex stretched out across his fingers and threatening to rip. Taking the mixing bowl from Shin, he’d set to work.

Each layer of the harsh chemical was carefully applied and worked through to where brown met darkening blonde, generous amounts of bleach were spread across her head, though he was always careful to leave just a little bit of brown closest to her scalp. The holonet had some terrifying images about the hair bleaching process, even for a man who’d seen the worst of the wars.

Shin stayed silent as he worked the small brush through her hair, arms crossed over her chest as the heel of her boot caught on the bar of the stool, other foot bouncing against the ground as she waited. Her appreciation was shown not in words, but in the way her head would dip back into his hand, or when she would move her head where he needed without needing to be asked.

After the laborious process of applying the chemical was finished, he’d bunched her hair up to the top of her head, using a clip to keep it in place, while allowing her padawan braid to dangle outside of the material he used to wrap her head to trap the heat.

The time was passed by Baylan passing his datapad over with an old assignment, leaving her to read quietly while he cleaned up and grabbed what he would need to cut her hair after she rinsed it out.

His internal clock warned him of their time approaching. “I will be here once you finish,” He informed her as she started to rise. Setting the tablet back on the desk, she strode from his room to the fresher.

Baylan did not see her for another twenty minutes as she’d washed the excess out of her hair, though when she returned, the weight pressing in on her shoulders and the shackles that chased her were noticeably eased.

Their footsteps were lighter, lowering themselves onto the stool as they finished pulling a towel through their hair The brown was all but gone, with only her roots poking through damp strands of hair.

Now free of uncomfortable gloves, he began sectioning out her hair, softer than it had been when he’d gone through to bleach it after she put conditioner in it. Humming along to the music file he’d been given on Tattoine, a cheery quartet with a lot of sax, Baylan grabbed a brush from the stand, working out the knots she’d gained with careful hands.

His scissor work was exquisite as he’d lined her hair up and snipped away overgrown and dead strands, levelling the ends of her hair to fall above her shoulders. He was careful as he layered platinum strands, laying them out carefully before continuing until both sides of her hair were symmetrical, save for the unwound padawan braid, loose hair falling down her shoulder, crinkled from being taken out of the bands that kept it together.

He brushed out the strands of longer hair with a comb, before working through rebraiding the hair together with dark orange bands, until the braid could fall back against its home in her shoulder.

When he’d finished, he was met with Shin’s relaxed shoulders and closed eyes, arms still crossed over their chest, with none of the earlier tension. “Shin,” He called once, his hand resting heavy on her shoulder.

Silver blue eyes blinked open, her hand dropping to the saber on her belt for the briefest of moments, though her hand dropped away from her belt as she looked up at him. Now that she couldn’t feel her hair at her back moving their head was easier. Their hand raised to reach for the end of the Padawan braid brushing across her neck, letting the soft hair slide between her fingers before dropping back down. “Thank you, Master,” Her head dipped in acknowledgment of his work, and she allowed his hand to rest against the crown of her head.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there,” He promised with a conviction that his own Master had not granted him. The cycle of Masters not preparing their apprentices would end with him, he was certain of it.

Shin was sent off to bed so he could clean up the hair he’d cut away and return to his reading and music, the ship falling silent after some clanging from Shin’s disaster of a room, and the occasional rumble of their ship traveling through hyperspace.

#Shin Hati #baylan skoll #Ahsoka spoilers #Goth Dad Baylan Skoll #Murder Daughter Shin Hati #enby shin hati #star wars #star wars fics #he's so supportive in such an awkward way #I just know he Saw Some Shit when he watched the hair cutting holovids #do not go on the holonet alone guys #THERE'S ART FOR THIS NOW #mentioned #wolfwren #wrenwolf #sabine wren #spoilers #I'm making up a backstory for shin in my head #and no one can stop me

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riftwalker-limbro · 1 year

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awakening

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The bubbles had accompanied them for the longest time. They only noticed the sound when it was gone.

They only knew the bliss they had been in when they were suddenly kneeling on a cold floor, trying to move limbs that felt like a stranger's, heavy as stone.

The pain they were in was pervasive, dull and sharp at the same time, but it was suddenly pierced by another sensation, much sharper and invasive - on their left thigh, and their right shoulder, they became aware of a searing pain, suddenly blazing-hot, as something pierced their skin.

The fresh pain helped them focus a little more on what was going on around them, however, and sounds and voices trickled in. Rough-sounding grunting in a language that sounded vaguely familiar but unintellegible, and the clicking of several metal parts coming down onto stone, together, in a rhythm.

They focused, and their vision flickered back online: someone swaggering away from them, the ends of his mechanical legs the only visible things, clawed like a raptor's feet, as he bragged about how "you're my prize now".

What?

"No!" he commanded suddenly, and they heard the rattle of several guns being jerked back in surprise, as he continued muttering, too soft for them to hear now.

They lifted their head. A decently-sized squad of Grineer stood in front of them, the bird-legged one disappearing around the corner behind the squad.

A reservoir within them that had been empty before, that they hadn't known existed before, filled with power as their ears filled with a voice that inspired trust and brought back half-remembered scenes of battle. Awareness of danger flooded their senses as the memories - didn't quite come back fully, but touched the surface of where they were buried. Half-forgotten instincts reared up within them.

"I can't lose another Tenno," the voice in their ears said, "I'm surging your Warframe's power systems."

The reservoir overflowed, and suddenly, they were up from where they had been crouching on the floor, light exploding from their chest outwards, snuffing out the life in the Grineer who had remained in the building with them.

Their senses were back, they were standing up on their feet, and the feeling of danger was screaming at them in the back of their mind. They had to get out of there.

Another Grineer rounded the corner and saw the fallen soldiers. The new one registered as a target to them, somehow, and before he could shout for help, they had activated - something, and it pulled on the reservoir, and suddenly they were holding a shard of light, and it had just sliced through the soldier.

This, they could work with: memorizing the pattern of activation-movement-action, registering that it was as close to automatic as- as- they couldn't remember.

Their vision was still woozy, even though the pain had faded fast. The world didn't quite feel real. The voice guided them to weapons, saying to "arm yourself", and guided them onwards. It promised safety, extraction from this dangerous place. They were holding a sword, no longer made of light but cold dark steel, and then a handgun. They felt familiar, and Grineer fell before them like flies as they made their way through the camp. Their limbs were no longer made of stone as they clambered across the terrain fluidly, nearly flying across chasms.

"You made it," the voice in their ears said, "there's the extraction ship!"

A Liset - where did that name come from? - was suddenly in the sky above them, and briefly, hope roared within them, and they reached out a hand.

Then the Liset was pierced by a torpedo, and below it, they saw the bird-legged one again, holding a rocket launcher.

They saw red.

The next moments are more of a haze than the rest, but when they came to again, they were still standing, and running again, away from the burning-fresh wreckage. Urgency itched in their head, and they ran through the tunnel, dispatching any soldier they encountered. At the end of the tunnel, the terrain opened up again, and there was-

Another Liset, much dustier than the other one, with lights they could see flickering, fighting to stay on, through the cracked glass. This one was held down with chains, a crude Grineer measure to keep it from flight. They cut through the restraints easily with the shard of light, as the voice in their ears instructed them to. Then, another new voice rang out, this one more familiar than the other one, and bringing with it feelings and memories again, more of battle, but also of home.

Ordis said - because that's his name, their ship Cephalon's name was- is Ordis - said his engines needed to cycle first before they could leave, so they easily defended the Liset against the Grineer trying to mount an attack to keep the ship and - Warframe? Tenno? - there, while he warmed up the systems. When their roar had reached deafening levels, Ordis shouted "Operator!", and a hatch on the Liset's underside opened. More muscle memory than anything else, they jumped up, twisting, allowing the magnets to take hold of their body, and felt the ship groan as it shook off the final particles of dust and chain, Ordis hastily turning it upwards and launching it into orbit.

With the immediate danger gone, the world again dipped into a haze. Their vision was edged with static, and the pain in their thigh and shoulder returned, throbbing dully now. There were devices attached to their greyish skin there, piercing through the steel. Tentatively giving them a tug lanced more pain through their mind, so they let them be.

Ordis had started chattering away, talking to the Lotus - that was the name of the other voice, they recalled now - the sound of their voices comforting though the meaning of the words wasn't coming through entirely, up until Ordis' voice glitched out. It was sudden and harsh, and shocked them into paying attention. Quickly, he seemed to regain control over himself, but - that wasn't familiar. Something was still wrong. The danger wasn't gone, not entirely.

Ordis pointed out several components that were missing from the Orbiter, sounding annoyed about it, and then - "Why did the Operator abandon me?"

He sounded so forlorn, and briefly, they got angry at this Operator character. Before it clicked in their head. That was them - he'd called them that - they were the Operator - they had abandoned him.

But… they just found him?

No, that isn't quite right - he'd felt familiar from the moment they'd found him, as had the voice of the Lotus.

Why couldn't they remember?

They spotted the missing Arsenal segment sitting against a corner of the Orbiter, and quickly picked it up and inserted it, prompting another round of intensified glitches from Ordis. They felt bad, though they had no idea what had even happened, and they wanted to help. This segment had been easy enough - the Lotus pointed out a location where they could recover the next, and a few blinks later, they were back on Earth.

Making their way across the uneven terrain, they could suddenly hear another voice, speaking in time with the throbbing of the devices stuck within their skin. This one was - no, it wasn't new. It was the bird-legged one from before - the one who had planted the devices on them. His name was… Vor? And he promised something ominous, though they weren't able to entirely parse his words through the haze that clouded their world.

In the Orbiter again, installing the segment, the Lotus saying this one would help to analyze the Ascaris devices on them. Ordis continuing to struggle with his glitches, now sounding more like he's fighting with himself. The Operator was growing concerned for him, but there was no time - another mission was already lined up for them again. They didn't question it, didn't question the lack of tiredness in their limbs, didn't question how neither the Lotus nor Ordis seemed concerned about working several missions without a break. It felt deceptively normal already, and time blurred, the haze in their mind increasing with every hour.

A Corpus arms dealer named Darvo was freed from a Grineer prison facility. Vor's voice grew louder, and this time, his voice was accompanied not only by throbbing in the devices within their skin, but in their skull also. The Mods segment was restored, and Ordis glitched out some more, adding more worries to the Operator's mental maelstrom. Darvo had information, as they'd hoped. The Foundry segment was recovered from a derelict colony. Vor's disgusting whispers invading their mind were accompanied with lancing pain that forces them to still for a few moments, to recover. They limped until the throbbing faded from their leg, unable to favor it for long in the middle of battle.

The countermeasure required more things they need to go out and get. Darvo mentioned the cold of their next target location, but they couldn't feel any of it. Vor's interruption almost brought them to their knees this time, and this time, he followed them back into the Orbiter - Ordis could tell, even - and they only just managed to get Ordis to build the countermeasure in time before they passed out from the building pain. Wrenching the devices out of their skin with the countermeasure, they saw the holes closing themselves, as if their skin was made of liquid, but when they touched the areas afterwards, their armor was hard and impenetrable once more.

They thought they were free, but then - below their skin, something roiled and rumbled, and the pain was back almost worse than before. Lotus directed them to the next mission, and it was all they could do to stumble towards navigation. Vor's angry shouting was now out of rhythm with the throbbing, accompanied by an angry undercurrent of pain. When they finally faced him again, the rage that had built inside of them at the hassle he had put them through was enough to burn through the haze. Their sight was clear, their aim true, and when they dealt him the final blow, the Ascaris remnants under their skin - disintegrated. They were free from the pain.

They barely managed to make it back onto the Orbiter, before they fell to their knees and blacked out, Ordis shouting worriedly in their ears, in a move that they note feels awfully familiar.

#warframe #HELLO!! I'VE STARTED WRITING OUT SHIT AT LAST #this is awakening + vor's prize in one #and it pretty much completely follows canon #it was just fun to write from the perspective of an incredibly woozy half-awake tenno #and i like to have a solid basis before i go on to conjecture wild shit #also god fuck tenses bit me in the SHINS for this one.#wrote the first half of this in 90% past tense. the second half in 100% present tense but by the time i got there with my pre-post read #i had already everything else into past tense #sO NOW IT'S IN PAST TENSE #i'll make a Creatively Relevant choice to switch over to present tense at some point probably #the joy of creativity is to make big deals out of tiny details and i will be taking that privilege #anyway if this sparks thoughts within you or you have other questions my ask box is open to screaming of all (positive) sorts. >:)

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