#his legacy is terrorism and being a bastard

[alexjcrowley]

The Hungarian GP just confirmed that Sebastian Vettel should not be worried about being forgotten, EVERYBODY and their mothers until the very end of time will be quoting Multi 21 everytime there's a mishap with team orders

[isabelckl]

hands in your sweater 2

carl grimes x enemies!daughter

you never knew that being sent to Alexandria would lead to crossing paths again with the one person you should’ve stayed away from. meeting the son of your dad’s greatest enemy drags you through love and loss all over again, making you feel things you thought you'd already buried.

Part 3

cw: emotional trauma · violence/gore · parental neglect · suicidal ideation

The warmth of the sun spilled across your face, soft and golden, cutting through the thin curtains like a gentle hand shaking you awake. For a moment, you didn’t move. The quiet hum of birds outside, the smell of wood and dust, the calm—it was unnerving. And yet, oddly comforting. You stretched slightly, muscles sore from the day before, a low groan slipping from your lips. You felt… calm. And that was the problem.

Your eyes fluttered open—then widened. “Fuck—”

Carl was sitting in the corner, half-swallowed by shadow, but his presence hit like a bullet to the chest. One leg was propped up, elbows resting on his knee, gun loose but firm in his grip. His eye was already on you. Watching. Waiting.

“How long have you been sitting there?” you asked, your voice rough with sleep, disbelief creeping in.

“Long enough,” he said coolly, but the muscle ticking in his jaw said otherwise.

You sat up slowly, squinting at him. “You always watch girls while they sleep, or am I just lucky?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Carl snapped, pushing to his feet in one smooth motion. “I didn’t sleep.”

You frowned and nodded, unfazed. “That explains the attitude.”

“No. That explains why I’m this close to snapping,” he bit out, stepping forward. “Get dressed. Now.”

He dragged you to the kitchen like a dog on a leash. You didn’t resist, not really, but you didn’t make it easy either—heels dragging slightly, head tilted just enough to wear that smug little look you knew pissed him off.

“Sit,” Carl ordered.

You raised a brow, undeterred. “You’re real good at barking orders. Must be fun at parties.”

“I said sit.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous.

With an exaggerated sigh, you flopped into the chair like you were auditioning for a role. “So. What’s today’s schedule? Another tomato-picking bonding session? More people glaring at me like I killed their cat?”

Carl leaned across the table, hands braced on the edge, gaze sharp. “What does your father want?”

You blinked, thrown by the abrupt shift. “From life? A new leather jacket, maybe.”

“Don’t,” he snapped, slamming his hand on the table. The crack of it echoed like a gunshot in the quiet house. “Stop messing around.”

You smirked, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. My father wants a lot of things. Control. Fear. A legacy. Maybe a decent razor.”

Carl’s hand twitched at the gun on his hip. His voice dropped into a hiss. “You think this is funny? Your people go around bashing in heads, terrorizing everyone you meet, and you think this is a game?”

Something in you shifted at that. The air cooled.

“No,” you said, voice flat and icy. “I think it’s survival. Ugly, bloody survival. You think I like any of it? You think I signed up to be the daughter of the bastard who makes kids watch executions for ‘discipline’?”

He stared at you, jaw clenched so tight you could see the tendons straining in his neck. For a second, it looked like he might throw the whole kitchen table at the wall.

“That’s it,” he muttered, fury barely contained. “I’m taking you back.”

You stood so fast the chair screeched across the floor. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, tone final, unmoving. “Pack your shit. Say goodbye to fresh beds and food. I’m done playing host.”

You showered in silence, letting the scalding water burn the frustration off your skin. When you came back downstairs, hair still damp and boots tightly laced, Carl was standing near a window, waiting.

You glanced down at your empty hip. “You’re not giving me a weapon?”

Carl didn’t even turn to look. “You’ve got me. That’s all you need.”

You scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

“And you’re unarmed,” he shot back, already climbing out the window and motioning for you to follow. “Let’s go.”

You slipped out behind him, moving through the wall’s blind spot just as dusk began to settle. Two shadows weaving through darker ones—silent, quick, unseen.

The woods welcomed you with the same eerie stillness they always did. Branches snapping underfoot, the stench of rot curling in the wind. Carl walked behind you, gun always ready, his gaze burning into your back like a warning.

“Y’know,” you called over your shoulder with a sly grin, “if you keep staring at my ass, you’ll trip.”

Carl groaned, clearly exasperated. “God, shut up.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking to yourself, but said nothing more.

A walker stumbled through the trees, snarling. Carl didn’t hesitate. One second, it was moving—the next, a blade was through its skull, clean and fast.

You crossed your arms. “I have two hands.”

“And a brain I don’t trust with a butter knife.”

“Cute,” you said dryly, stepping around the corpse. “You’re fun when you’re homicidal.”

He didn’t respond. Just walked faster, like if he put enough distance between you, he might outrun the storm you always seemed to bring.

The forest grew denser the farther you walked, branches clawing at your jacket like fingers trying to pull you back. Overhead, the canopy thickened with clouds—dark, slow-moving, heavy with the promise of rain.

After a long stretch of silence, you spoke, your voice casual, more to cut the tension than anything else. “You know, your dad’s not gonna be thrilled about this.”

Carl didn’t even glance your way. “I don’t care.”

You gave him a sidelong look, eyebrows raised with a slight smirk. “Oh? Didn’t peg you for the type to disobey orders.”

His steps didn’t falter, but his response came sharp, like the edge of a blade. “You don’t know shit about me.”

The smirk faded from your face, jaw tightening as you rolled your tongue across your teeth. Still, he wasn’t finished.

“And besides,” he added, louder now, voice flaring with heat, “I’m not someone who just follows their dad’s orders like a dog.”

You caught the implication, but didn’t let it touch you. Instead, you gave a shrug and a sarcastic smile. “Right. And you don’t know shit about me either.”

The silence that followed stretched out, thick and wordless. You kicked a rock down the muddy trail, each step heavier than the last. The weight in your shoulders wasn’t just from the pack on your back—it was from being watched, distrusted, loathed by people you hadn’t even spoken to.

You wondered what they were saying back in Alexandria. Probably whispering that you escaped. That Carl was dumb enough to fall for a trick. That he’d risked everything for someone who’d never be one of them. But what did it matter? You could save every last one of them and still be marked by your father’s name. Hated for blood you didn’t choose.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the walker until Carl’s knife was already buried in its skull. You looked up just as the sky gave a low, thunderous groan, clouds now swollen black. A sharp gust of wind stirred the leaves, and fat raindrops started to fall.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Carl muttered, his eye narrowing as he scanned the trees.

From the east came the unmistakable sound you both dreaded—wet, dragging feet, low groans, the rotten breath of the dead stirring through the underbrush.

“Shit,” Carl hissed, grip tightening on his knife as he stepped forward, meeting the first walker head-on. His blade struck true, but it was clear more were coming. Too many.

“Carl!” you shouted, spotting movement in the brush. “Behind you!”

He spun, but not fast enough.

Without hesitation, you grabbed a thick branch from the ground and swung hard, cracking the walker’s jaw sideways with a sickening crunch. The jolt shuddered up your arms, but you didn’t stop. You jammed the branch into its mouth and twisted, breaking bone and teeth until it dropped.

Carl stared, momentarily stunned.

Breathing hard, you let the bloodied branch fall. “Told you I had two hands.”

He paused for only a second before tossing you a knife. “Don’t get bitten.”

You caught it clean and turned just in time to sink the blade into another skull.

But the dead didn’t stop. Their moans drowned out the thunder above, their bodies pressing in from all sides. Carl fired once—then again.

“Stop shooting!” you yelled. “You’re drawing more—”

It was too late.

The forest exploded in noise, groans rising into a grotesque chorus. Walkers poured in from all directions—stumbling from trees, crawling from ditches, endless and ravenous.

“Run!” Carl shouted, grabbing your arm.

You didn’t hesitate.

Rain came down in sheets, soaking your hair, stinging your eyes. The ground beneath you turned to mud, slick and treacherous. You nearly fell face-first into a rock, but Carl caught your elbow, hauling you forward through the chaos.

Thunder cracked above, a sound that felt too close, too loud. Trees swayed in the wind. The dead followed close behind, their growls swallowing the sound of your footfalls, of your own ragged breath.

Then—out of nowhere—a house appeared. An old farmhouse, weather-beaten and sagging at the edge of a clearing. You didn’t wait for a plan. You ran.

Your shoulder hit the door hard, and it groaned open just enough for you to squeeze through. Carl was right behind you. Together, you slammed it shut—but there was no lock.

“Hold it!” he barked, throwing his weight against the door.

You dropped your bag and pressed your hands beside his, bracing yourself.

The walkers hit the other side like a wave.

You pushed harder, shoulders screaming, breath shallow.

Rain hammered the roof. Lightning flashed through a cracked window, illuminating the gray shapes clawing just inches away. The door buckled under their weight, but still held—for now.

Both of you were soaked, muddy, shaking. Your bodies pressed against the last barrier between you and the dead.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Thunder rolled overhead, and all you could hear was your own heartbeat, the breath of the boy beside you, and the scrape of the horde trying to claw its way in.

Carl’s hand was close to yours. You could feel the tremor in it—barely there, but real.

You didn’t know if it was the cold. The adrenaline. Or something else entirely.

It took everything the two of you had—gritted teeth, sore muscles, trembling arms—to drag a thick wooden table in front of the door, then stack two broken chairs on top for good measure. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hold. At least, for now.

The moans of the walkers didn’t stop. They shuffled outside, claws dragging across the siding, bumping against the windows. Occasionally, one would slam against the door with a thud that made the table rattle. But they didn’t get in.

Rain hammered the roof, drowning out almost everything else.

The house smelled like dust and mold and wet wood. It was dark, except for the dim gray light flickering through the cracked windows, shifting whenever lightning lit the sky.

You collapsed into the corner of the room, your back against the wall. Your clothes clung to your skin, cold and heavy. Hair dripping. Chest tight.

Carl didn’t say a word. He remained by the door, standing watch like the storm itself might try to force its way inside. One hand still rested on the butt of his gun, even now.

The quiet between you was different this time. Not tense. Not biting. Just... tired.

You leaned your head against the wall, letting your eyes close for a moment. Just a moment.

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until something touched your ankle.

Your eyes snapped open.

“Hey—!” you gasped, instinctively jerking your foot back.

Carl didn’t flinch. “Stop moving.”

Your breath caught when you saw him—kneeling at your feet, soaked hair plastered to his forehead, hands steady despite the dim light. He was carefully cleaning a shallow cut on the side of your foot, wrapping it with a torn strip of cloth. You must’ve gotten it running through the woods—barbed wire or sharp stone, maybe. You hadn’t even noticed.

You stared at him, heart suddenly pounding a little too hard. His hand held your ankle—not tight, but firm enough to keep you still.

Your voice came out softer than you meant it to. “Why are—”

“Don’t,” Carl muttered, not looking up.

The sound of the storm filled the silence that followed. His fingers were rough, but his touch was careful. Gentle, even. He tied the makeshift bandage, then stood without another word.

“Change your clothes,” he said, his voice flat. Almost distant. “You’ll catch a cold.”

You blinked, thrown off by how fast he shut it down. Something had shifted—but he’d closed the door on it just as quickly.

Feeling... weird, you obeyed.

You waited until he turned his back, walking toward a corner near the stairs. Then you reached into your pack, fingers numb, pulling out the spare clothes. They were cold to the touch but dry, and that was enough.

You peeled off your wet shirt with a quiet hiss of discomfort, fabric clinging to your skin. Goosebumps rose instantly, but the dry top helped. You worked fast, not wanting to linger in this strange, heavy quiet between you.

He hadn’t looked at you once.

And you weren’t sure why... but that made your chest feel tighter.

You sat back down, wrapping your arms around yourself as thunder cracked again outside. You weren’t sure if it was the storm that kept you from speaking. Or the boy sitting just a few feet away, who had just patched up your wound like it meant something.

You stared up at the small window above, the rain still pouring steady, tracing crooked paths down the fogged glass. Thunder rolled somewhere far off, low and constant, like the sky was trying to say something no one could quite understand. The dim gray light barely reached inside, but it was enough. Enough to make you feel small in the middle of it all. You leaned your head against the wall, the chill of the wood pressing into your skin, and let yourself breathe for a moment.

It felt weird—when someone cared. Not in the fake, performative way you’d learned to expect.

The cut on your foot throbbed faintly, but not more than the realization that Carl Grimes—of all people—had cared enough to notice. Had knelt down, hands steady and sure, and patched you up without saying anything cruel or smug or judgmental.

That kind of thing always made you feel off-balance. Like you were standing on a floor that could collapse at any second. Probably because it never happened. Not in your life.

You blinked slowly, eyes still fixed on the rain sliding down the window. Watching the drops chase each other across the glass like they had somewhere to be. Like they weren't stuck here, in a broken world, in a broken house, with broken people.

Your dad never really liked you calling him that—“Dad.” Said it made him sound soft. Said it wasn’t necessary. You always wondered if that was his way of saying he didn’t want the title, didn’t want the responsibility that came with it. He was the only blood you had left. The only person you were supposed to love just because. And you tried. God, you really did. You tried to be useful. You tried to be good. You tried to be ruthless when he needed you to be. You tried to be enough. But he never looked at you like a daughter. Never once made you feel like something more than a tool he could sharpen and send out into the world. He didn’t want a child—he wanted a soldier.

And that’s what you became.

It sucked. Growing up in the middle of the end of the world, where every choice felt like a trap. Where love was a thing people used against you, and softness got you killed. And in the middle of all that, the only person you were supposed to belong to didn’t want you. Not really. Not the way you needed him to.

You blinked fast when your eyes started to sting, brushing the moisture away quickly with the back of your hand. You weren’t going to cry. Not now. Not over him. Not when you were this tired, this raw, this exposed. You turned your head slightly, a breath hitching in your throat—

—and caught Carl staring at you.

He sat by the door, back pressed against the far wall, one knee drawn up, the other leg stretched out, hands resting loosely in his lap. The flickering light from the storm outside caught on his face, outlining the sharp angle of his jaw, the shadows under his eyes. His gaze was steady. Quiet.

You held his stare. Neither of you said anything.

For a minute, maybe longer, the rain was the only sound. And in that silence, something settled between you. Not comfort. Not trust. Just a strange, fragile stillness—like neither of you wanted to move or breathe too loudly, afraid it might crack open whatever temporary calm existed.

But the longer you sat there, the heavier it felt. Because deep down, you knew it didn’t mean anything. That quiet didn’t mean understanding, or warmth, or care. Not really. Carl didn’t care about you—not in any way that mattered. If you died out here, if walkers crashed through that door and tore you apart, he wouldn’t flinch. He’d shoot what was left, bury it, and go on with his life. Probably sleep better without you around.

He probably hated you. That made more sense anyway.

You felt ridiculous—for letting something stir in your chest just because he patched a wound without saying anything. Just because he looked at you a little too long. Just because, for one tiny moment, it almost felt like being seen. But it wasn’t real. That wasn’t care. It wasn’t affection. And it sure as hell wasn’t love. It was just necessity—an obligation. A flicker of humanity that didn’t belong to you.

Not from him. Not from anyone.

You turned your head away, resting it against the cold wood again, eyes fixed back on the rain outside as it slid down the glass. You didn’t know what was worse—believing someone might care for you, or knowing without a doubt that they never would.

[thephantomcasebook]

I'm not a book reader, but I've been intrigued by the theory that Alys Rivers uses the faces of men's true loves to hypnotize them and get into their heads. As you mentioned It's a popular idea from the books that could potentially be adapted into the show. In the show, it's suggested that Alys is 400 years old.

As you're are more familiar with the books, can you explain what Alys does there? Did she ever take on Helaena's form? I'm also curious about the Alys and Aemond relationship. Some fans, especially "Alysmond" shippers, argue that their relationship is consensual and that Aemond genuinely falls for her, even suggesting that they have a love child. However, I'm struggling to understand how a man who burns her house and spares her only to make her his bedmaid can be considered to have a consensual romance between them. Can you please help clarify this dynamic for me?

Umm ...

It's tricky, cause, there's a shit ton of theories out of and in universe about who and what Alys Rivers is.

No one really know in universe where she came from or who she is. She's just always been there. Some people think that she's Harwin and Lary's bastard sister. Other people think that she was their wet nurse. Other people can't remember a time that she wasn't at Harrenhal. She is enchanting and beautiful ... or so she seems to the men she targets.

She's tried to seduce Daemon, Criston, and Aemond in "Fire and Blood". In terms of Daemon and Criston, they rejected Alys advances, and went rushing back to their beloveds - Rhaenyra and Alicent. Criston dies shortly after rejecting Alys, in a desperate suicide rush to rescue Alicent. And Daemon dies at Harrenhal after having a confrontation with Aemond and Alys before his fatal duel with Aemond over the Gods Eye.

The book doesn't go into detail exactly about how Alys seduced Aemond or by what means she did it. But it is accounted as strange and really out of character for Aemond (in universe). After making Alys his submissive bed slave after taking Harrenhal, Aemond starts acting weird and psychotic. Then, he basically desserts the Greens and the War, leaving both Criston and Daeron high and dry. Aemond decides not to rescue Alicent and Helaena like Criston is desperately urging him to. Instead, Aemond decided to take Harrenhal for himself and basically become a sort of defacto king/warlord.

So, Criston abandons Aemond and Alys to take what men they have left to go and try and rescue Alicent. Meanwhile, Aemond and Alys begin a destructive and devastating reign of terror through the Riverlands, buring alive any Blacks in their castles and keeps. Making Daeron and Criston, basically, the last men standing for the Greens. And when Criston is killed, it all falls on Daeron as the last of the Greens. And my boy, Daeron, becomes MVP of the Dance - he just wants his mommy back!

The theory is that Alys sees Aemond in the same light as Melisandre sees Stannis and Jon Snow. There's some sort of bigger destiny or importance to Aemond's blood and legacy that Alys takes upon herself to preserve by having his son.

The most popular theory is that Alys and Aemond are the direct ancestors of Catelyn and it's through the wedding of Ned and Catelyn, the blood of Wargs and dragons, that gives Bran his ultra Three Eyed Raven powers.

There's actually no scenes of Aemond and Helaena ever interacting, despite them dying the same day, with Helaena killing herself the very evening that Aemond is killed. Also there's the strange coincidence of the fact that their two dragons die in a similar way. With Vhagar dying from a large fall and Dreamfyre dying from being pierced in the eye.

But the idea of Alys seducing men by using the faces of the women they love or taking on their attributes comes from both Daemon and Criston's interactions with her in the book, and how both were inspired to go back to Rhaenyra and Alicent quickly after rejecting her. And with Daemon's vision in 2x03, it seems to be a proven theory.

[the-most-humble-blog]

🦍 MAN DIDN’T ASCEND. HE SURVIVED LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME THE NIGHTMARE.

He didn’t win a prize. He didn’t evolve into enlightenment. He stayed alive long enough to become the last thing breathing.

While the rest of nature screamed, rotted, and choked on its own extinction— Man crawled through the howling, face down, with broken nails and blood in his teeth. Not because he was brave. Because he was cornered.

You want to talk evolution?

Try evading a beast with six-inch fangs, laced in infection, moving 40mph, and spiritually committed to skull consumption. You were a boneless freak with a panic problem and a rock. That’s it.

And you still made it.

You outran monsters. You outlasted weather. You outlived disease, drought, mutation, and madness. You were supposed to die in the dirt — but you didn’t.

Your ancestors weren’t majestic. They were naked. Screaming. And unkillable.

The real origin story of man?

A lice-infested meatbag sprinting through primeval terror with a scream so loud the trees dropped fruit early out of pity. A prey animal with nothing but bad attitude and sharp memories. And somewhere in all that:

He stopped running. Turned around. And threw something.

That moment? That’s where humanity began.

Not with tools. Not with language. With defiance. With one starving bastard finally saying: “Enough.”

And the Earth blinked. Because no animal had ever dared speak back.

Not until man.

We don’t dominate this planet because we’re enlightened. We dominate it because we remember.

Every creek used to scream with the blood of our brothers. Every wind carried the breath of something trying to sniff us out. Every night meant something was out there with better teeth and worse dreams.

So we adapted. Not to coexist — but to erase threats.

We burned forests to cook one meal. We shaped flint to open throats. We slept in packs not for love — but because death doesn’t knock twice.

This wasn’t growth. This was war.

And we never stopped fighting.

You look around now and see civilization? It’s built on stacked bones.

Paved over what tried to kill us. Lit by the fires of every goddamn thing that underestimated our will to exist.

You call it brutality? We call it legacy.

You think it’s cruel? We call it memory.

Because this world forgot how much it tried to kill us — But we didn’t.

And not everything forgot.

The Dog. The Cat.

The two predators who stayed.

Who saw the fire in our eyes and understood:

“If I don’t challenge him — He’ll share his fire.”

And so they walked beside us. Not under us. Not behind us. Beside us.

We didn’t domesticate them. We made a deal.

They guard our sleep. We guard their place at the fire.

Simple.

Ancient.

True.

The rest?

Still owes us rent. Still walks on a planet we bled for.

And if we torch a forest? It’s because we remember that time the forest tried to eat us.

If we melt glaciers? It’s because ice once murdered our children.

If we shoot satellites into space just to see if they’ll break — It’s because we once stared at stars wondering which ones were gods, and how to kill them.

We don’t feel guilty.

We feel entitled.

We didn’t survive by asking permission. We survived by being the worst-case scenario.

Earth wanted us dead. Now we build towers from its bones.

High above, In whatever silence watches us still — The original Creator, the Cosmic Witness, the Architect of the Hunt

— He watches.

And He doesn’t weep. He nods.

Because we did what He never could:

We took chaos, and made a species from it.

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🔁 CALL TO ACTION 🔁 Reblog if you feel it in your jaw — that pressure, that memory, that ancestral violence. 🧠 Save this post like it’s the last fire on Earth. 💥 Send it to someone who thinks man was a happy accident. 🐾 Comment with your animal’s name — the one who’d crawl into fire for you without asking why.

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⚖️ BLACKSITE LITERATURE™ DISCLAIMER This is not a motivational post. It’s not a history lesson.

It’s a reawakening.

Blacksite Literature™ is designed to reboot the old firmware. The bloody one. The one that flinches at shadows because it used to mean death.

If it made you clench your jaw or tear up for reasons you can’t explain?

Good.

That’s the original code reactivating.

You are not soft. You are not safe. You are not over.

You are still here.

And this world still belongs to the ones who didn’t ask — Just took.

You are a biblical primate made in the image of God: 💥 Upright and unrepentant. 💥 A ribcage wrapped around a war drum. 💥 A face sculpted for mercy, wired for blood. 💥 Built not for peace — but for remembrance.

Your genome is a vault of wrath. Your bones are drafted scripture. Your spine? A ladder hammered into place by extinction events.

Don’t apologize for the fire. Don’t hide the clawprint in your instincts. Don’t kneel unless you’re preparing to pounce.

Because He didn’t make you tame. He made you in His image. And the last time He got angry?

The whole world drowned.

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🦍 Man Didn’t Earn His Throne. He Took It — Bloodied, Screaming, and Bare-Assed

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[kathryn-133]

Some of MY Legacy of Gods headcanons (really, it's just soo random, probably doesn't even fit into the rinaverse lol)

Gareth is closer to Maya than Mia because they both play up a mask to a certain degree

Also they just have similar unhinged interests; the first person they call up whenever they want a partner in crime for their weird interests/hobbies including entering a drag contest, stalking someone from the club, crossdressing, testing to see if they could grow drugs in their garden, lol.

Killian and Maya shared the same identical feelings toward Gareth and Mia (who are arguably the more favorable sibling) and being the more 'aggressive' ones, but somehow they are always at each other's throats.

Landon and Yulian have a wholeass love story for how they started off as enemies and then became best friends.

Yulian is an honorary member of the ELITE just like Brandon and Glyndon are honorary members of the HEATHENS. FIGHT ME ON THIS.

Every time someone ask Yulian who his favorite king, Yulian gives a straight face and answers "Eli King".

It's a lie, it's Ava. Yulian needs a party girl bestie with a good sense of style. The latter of which Creighton, on Yulian's insistence, lacks.

Landon feels betrayed. IS HE THIRD ON THE LIST?? Is Creighton ABOVE him??

Arielle and Yulian have the same LOVE LIFE in which they are both very much into terrorizing Remington and Vaughn with their love.

They trade secrets on how they trick their future spouses into dates and all that.

Annika is adopted by the Elites. She and Yulian are the Elites' protected mafia princess and prince.

The Elites think it's cute that Yulian and Annika try to shield them away from their mafia world as if the Elites aren't dangerous themselves with their money and connections.

Gareth has no real hostility for Landon, lol, and he gets along fine with him (the rest of the HEATHENS DO NOT)

Jeremy has a weird thing for Landon (not enough to want to DATE the guy, not even enough to like the bastard, but enough that they would probably fuck once. Maybe twice. Maybe thrice.)

Kayden and Landon have fought over chess at least once (secretly more, but they refuse to let it be known that they are constantly having fists fights due to them accusing the other person of CHEATING).

Kayden is secretly very childish and likes to be pamper by Gareth; Alexander feels nauseated every time he sees Kayden's head in his grandson's lap.

Killian would be withering in his old age and still shit on Gareth's ancient ass husband; at one point, it'll become their thing.

Vaughn has no legitimate reason for hating Landon (unlike the others), he's just jealous of how much Yulian adores him (lol)

Nikolai and Landon have to be extra careful with messing with each other because of Brandon and Mia, lol.

The basis of their truce is protecting Brandon and Mia from harm and making sure that their daily attempts to make the other person's day hell are kept a secret from Bran and Mia. It's the worst.

Vaughn picked a fight once with Landon and Yulian gave him the silent treatment; everyone begged Yulian to talk to Vaughn again a hour later because they could not take a jealous sulking Vaughn anymore (he was somehow worse than gay denial Vaughn!)

Yulian treats the Heathens as if they are Vaughn's pet dogs LOL. He constantly brings snacks for Nikolai and Killain (who don't know WHY the snake bastard is bringing fresh baked goods every time but neither of them question the VERY DELICIOUS PASTRIES).

Yulian probably had a slight crush on almost everyone in Kayden's family growing up (including Kayden and his nephew Kane). It's a secret that he'll take to the grave.

[mamamittens]

If Ace wasn't so hung up on his dad, he could have done the funniest thing ever.

Like.

Really fucking funny.

Imagine with me, an Ace that is, at best, annoyed about who his dad is. Like, that's a high bar and the kind that overshadows just about anything you can do.

He could become an incredibly decorated marine and the papers would still go on about his old man's legacy and it's effect on him.

He could be a notorious pirate--and just be portrayed as chasing his old man's shadow.

So, obviously, he still keeps a lid on it.

But he's not afraid to ask about his dad. Particularly if someone knew him. And it's not even a weird question from a pirate cause like, yeah! What was he like?!?

Ace would have more specific questions of course. But in general not that weird to ask. And even less weird if the person he asks clocks him as Roger's son but, obviously, won't make a whole thing out of it cause obvious consequences of that getting out.

A politely kept secret, if you will.

Where am I going with this?

Imagine Ace has a chance to pull some shit on the Marines. Real old guards who know too much to be overwhelmed by force or anything like that. People who rubbed shoulders with his Gramps back in the day.

Imagine, if you will, it's Halloween or Roger's execution anniversary.

A little bit of costuming and well, it's been two decades.

They can be forgiven if they don't realize this 'Ghost Roger' is a bit shorter than they remember.

And Ace just absolutely terrorizes them. Acting exactly like his dad, chasing them around demanding they give him a good fight. Which, they, obviously couldn't do when he was alive either.

Every so often, for a special kind of asshole, Ace plays dress up.

And has the time of his life being a menace. A complete, utter bastard to those poor Marines.

His new folks are utterly floored and try very hard not to die from laughing too hard because it's just... So damn accurate.

Ace didn't grow up with his dad and, arguably, takes after his mom considerably. But in a pinch, he makes one hell of a resurrected Pirate King Gone Mad.

Whitebeard has to remind himself it's just Ace, the urge to jump in and kick ass is so strong. He was good friends with Roger but damn, did that man deserve to get his teeth kicked in a few times. And all those nostalgic feelings come sweeping back.

Ironically, pretending to be his dad is more in line with something Rouge would find sadistically amusing.

He really is a mixed bag of both of his parents personalities.

[punkspacepirate]

Malevolent E9

AKA BEST EPISODE THUS FAR

cops are bastards part 2

image of arthur staring off into the mid distance while they wave in his face after his exhausted little "i'm blind" is joyful

ghost ship! goodbye cops you're the redshirts now

these boys lasted 10 whole minutes of being divorced

"maybe being a right prick is on the list of requirements for admittance!"

more groaning from arthur

i love abandoned boat shit. i love water based horror so much. i love ghostly legacies and the terror of slowly solving a mystery knowing that there is nothing more dangerous than knowing and nothing more horrifying than not knowing.

very jules verne all this. adore.

very herman melville. adore.

arthur is going through it with all these horrors

comfort? what comfort? says local entity before pulling an honest to fuck "the line between us is beginning to blur". area man calls him on his shit and reads him for filth . "i feel that warmth within you". im going to eat them.

SCORPION / FROG MENTION

man! has been torn in half!! old timey diving suit! i think there's something in this fucking lake.

arthur! not the worms! bad things can happen to a horror protagonist when worms get involved!

oh fuck them worms we've got a cop

twice in the gut??

in the goddamned chest?? this could be it. this could actually be it. i think we're close to the season end so he could actually stop living. AND THESE TWO ARE FERAL ABOUT Each OTHER . "you have nothing to be sorry for" "im scared" "ill meet you there friend".

arthur i did not think your first death would be so soon but WATCH OUT FOR THE FUCKING TENTACLES

there is something in this fucking lake

krakenkrakenkrakenkraken :) thanks for killing that cop and providing excellent death ambience

"let it come. you're not alone" john, eldritch sir, you're gone for this incredibly divorced man

who is faroe? does he have a kid? m guessing kid bc sherlock logic who do you think about in your final moments but your child

WRAITH EX MACHINA?? i... didn't know that was possible

entire underwater sequence was perfect

john is such a character bc he actually wants to have the heart-to-hearts which is rare in a character type like him and arthurs just having none of it

i was right its his kid (faroe's a girls name?)

[lazyarchivist]

The Man Beside You

So like 8 of you said yes so here's the beginning of one of my WIPs for the Horus Heresy!

Heads up: I am playing fast and loose with timelines and how Warp stuff works. If you want canon accuracy, I am not the writer for you lol

Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4

The warp was hell.

Garviel had the thought that Kyril would have laughed at him had the old Iterator heard that, but it was swept away by the agony and terror that pervaded every fiber of his being.  Astartes did not feel fear, but he felt that since the Whisperheads he had long since learned it.

And now… now he was no longer Astartes.

Garviel wondered if all daemons of the warp were like he and Samus; the creature created by an echo of turmoil, and the human it was created from trapped inside, screaming, unable to stop the horrors they committed.

Time was different in the warp; that was something he knew even before he learned of what lurked in its depths.  He did not truly appreciate what that had meant until he became one of the things lurking himself.

Even through the torture Samus inflicted on him in their shared mind, Garviel forced himself to watch.  He needed to know what was happening, he needed to see.

He watched as Ezekiel took the Vengeful Spirit and fled to the Warp.  He watched as the Emperor, beloved by all, returned to the Golden Throne, aching as He closed His eyes for the last time.  He watched as the Imperium tried to rally, to bring itself back to glory but that once bright future was lost to them forever.

Primarchs vanished, or fell.  Teachings became twisted, legacies changed.  The Imperium fell wholly to the Lectitio Divinitatus, miring itself in the ssuperstition it had long cast off.  He watched as centuries passed, then millennia.  New horrors rose from the depths of space; the Necrons from the tomb worlds.  Tyranids entered from outside the system.  He watched as humanity fought on all sides, and even after the Primarchs made their triumphant return there was little they could do.  The empire had rotted too far to survive what it now faced.

Garviel Loken watched his beloved Imperium fall, and he wept.

He finally allowed himself to close his eyes, letting the pain pull him under, trying to lose himself and forget the horrors he had witnessed.  He wasn't sure how much time passed in that disassociated state, with Samus's giggling ringing in his ears as the daemon carved psychic wounds into his soul.

When he surfaced again it was to screaming.

This was not an unusual thing in itself.  There were many reasons to scream in the Warp, after all. But this was different.

This scream was human.

Garviel forced himself to open his eyes again, to See what Samus Saw.

They were in a village, on a planet that was not covered wholly in blood, or infested with plagues.  The ground was brown, the sky a dark blue, and the air felt… clean.

There were no planets like this in the Warp.

Garviel felt laughter bubble up in their throat, "Samus!" they cried.  "I am Samus!"

He carved his way through human villagers, people with a normal amount of limbs and flushed, living faces.  They did not have a physical form; they must have possessed some poor bastard from this planet.  Garviel pushed the disbelief down, forcing himself to take in everything he could. Assess the situation.  They were on an Terra-like planet, which was not devastated or corrupted.  He could feel the blood rushing through their veins, the air in their lungs- this was real.

It felt like they had killed near half the village, Garviel attempting futilely to wrest control away from his daemon, before the screams changed from ones of fear to to joy.

"The Emperor is here!" a woman cried, relief palpable in her voice.

"The Emperor!"

"He will save us!"

They turned, and Garviel found he was disappointed the it was not the Emperor, beloved by all.

This man, though impressive in stature for a human, was just that: a mortal man.

Samus cackled; after facing Primarchs in the future past, a mortal would be no challenge.

At least, that is what they had been expecting.

The 'emperor' wielded a blade that, when their host was cut, so was their soul.  Samus recoiled, the pain unfamiliar to him, and the emperor wasted no time.  They danced, back and forth, blade and claws.  Their form mutated and grew, and Loken knew they now resembled the creature Xavyer Jubal had become on 63-19.

No…

Garviel was his so hard by the realization of what was happening he missed how, exactly, the man managed it, but then there was a soul burning pain that he had somehow not yet experienced, and he could hear Samus's voice screaming right alongside him.

That honestly made him feel a little better.

The 'emperor' had done something to them which resulted in them being sealed within the Whisperheads.

Well, Garviel mused, they probably weren't the Whisperheads yet.  That name would come with time. 

The moment Samus was able to, he tested the boundaries of their new prison. They had some freedom, which the demon used to seep along the stone in the caves and permeate the melt water of the caverns.  They watched as the villagers carved great fanes into the stone, chanting prayers and leaving offerings.  With each one Garviel felt their soul being bolted harder and harder into the mountain itself.

Remembering how he had ordered these fanes destroyed when the Luna Wolves had come through, he cursed himself not for the first time for his own foolishness.

Also not for the first time, he despaired at the Emperor for deciding ignorance was the best defense against the Ruinous Powers, and the tragedy that decision brought upon them.

At least now Samus was less interested in bringing him pain, and seemed to throw himself into his rage of being their new predicament.  Samus was a great daemon in the warp, the Prince of the Ruinstorm, and now he was reduced to a mere whisper in the winds, the boogeyman in a children's tale.

Garviel wasn't sure how long they were sealed within the mountain.  He tried to count the passing of time by watching the villagers who came to pray age and vanish, or by tracking how the melt water froze and thawed with the seasons, but he was sure his tally was inaccurate. 

And then something in the air changed.

The atmosphere itself felt different; tense and charged.  Samus, too, could feel this change. The daemon slithered through the stone of the mountain giggling and laughing.

"Samus!" it cried. "I am Samus!  Samus is the only name you'll hear!"

'Samus seems to enjoy hearing himself,' Garviel grumbled.

Then the insurgents filled the mountain.  They came in with loads of ammunition and supplies, with hurried steps and frantic whispers.

Samus was disappointed when none of them paid him any mind.

While they could not leave the frame of the mountain, they were able to see beyond it.  They watched from the mouth of the caves as the soldiers held their line, as members of the Byzant Janizars attempted to take the mountain in the name of compliance.

Garviel ached to see the members of the Imperial Army.  Soon, he would see those he had cared for again.

Soon, he would watch them die again.

When the buzzing of the Stormbirds filled the air, Samus began cackling again. 

"Samus!  I am Samus!"

Garviel watched with despair as 10th Company poured out of their ships, shining white armor a painful reminder of who they had been.  He watched as Rassek and his Terminators steamrolled thought the insurgents.  He watched Hellebore Squad follow behind.

Samus had not stopped his maddening refrain once since the first of Tenth Company had stepped foot on 63-19.  The moment the first Terminator crossed the threshold of the mountain Samus pulled them down along the stone.

Samus is the only name you'll hear…

The rest of 10th Company filed in behind, killing any insurgents who crossed them.

Samus is the man beside you…

Garviel watched as the Astartes began destroying the fanes.  With each one he felt the chains of the seal weaken.  With each one, Samus got louder.

Samus is all around you…

Samus brought them to the heart of the mountain and the great well that was the center of the seal, and Garviel desperately wished to be anywhere but there as Hellebore Squad destroyed the last fane keeping them locked in this place.

Look out!  Samus is here!

He had had nightmares, before.  About the Whisperheads, about Xavyer and Hellebore.

The reality was so much worse.

Samus poured them into Jubal's body, stretching their soul to fill every atom of the Astartes.

"Samus!" He cried, turning on the rest of Hellebore Squad.  "I am Samus!"

They didn't stand a chance.

Garviel was used to violence between Astartes now, but to these men it was still a foreign concept.

It was over quickly, and Samus pulled them back. Not all the way, not out of Jubal, but just far enough that Xavyer could believe he was thinking for himself, as he called out for others to join him, reeling in Samus's prey.

Garviel watched as more Astartes entered the room, and somehow seeing himself in Luna Wolf white, young and so naive of the horrors to come, was the worst thing yet.

The rest of the encounter happened in a blur.  Samus taking control again, killing Brakespur.  Their body falling once 'killed', and laying there in wait while Samus giggled delightedly at the joke.

Rising again, feeling Jubal's form mutate and shift around them.  More death, Samus's joy at being able to hunt again.

And then they were hurtling down the halls, snarling and whooping.  They rounded a corner, and down at the end of the hall were a group of Astartes.  No, not Astartes; mortal soldiers.  No, not soldiers.

Remembrancers.

Euphratie!

Garviel could only watch as Samus barreled down the tunnel, claws sharp and jaws wide as he reached out to bite off the head of the first Remembrancers standing before them.

It was useless, any attempt to take control of their body had always been useless, but even still Garviel heaved with everything he could, shouting at the demon to stop-

And Samus stumbled.

It was only a step, barely noticeable but it drew Samus to a halt nonetheless.  Garviel could feel Samus's shock mirror his own, and the pause was enough time for Captain Loken and Nero Vipus to catch up.

Garviel barely felt the bolter fire that chewed through Jubal's body and sent them adrift once more into the ether.  Samus was still reeling, he could feel it.  Garviel did not give the daemon a chance to recover.

Garviel summoned every ounce of his will, every bit of stubborn Astartes grit and shoved.  Samus, not expecting the blow, was swept up under the force of Garviel's power.  Even so, the demon was able to reorient itself and force itself back at him.

Garviel had fought with Samus before; when he had first been killed, and the demon formed from the ripples of his death, and Garviel refused to believe it was the end.  Even then, young and new Samus had taken great joy in toying with him before locking him away in the back of their shared soul.

This time was different.

Garviel wasn't sure if the sealing had done something to the demon to weaken it so, or if the eons of learned helplessness had let his own power grow unknowingly, but for the first time Garviel felt like they were actually fighting, instead of him just being toyed with.

A combination of the shock and the lingering weakness of being sealed gave Garviel the edge he needed, and he shoved Samus down into the depths of their soul.  Samus howled, snarling and raving but Garviel held firm.

Samus struggled for a few more moments, then subsided.

For the first time since his death, eons ago and a handful of years yet to come, Garviel was in control.

He allowed himself a moment to stretch, form twisting in the ether that filled the spaces in the air.  Samus favored a bipedal, beastly form fit for a daemon.  Garviel let himself settle into what felt most comfortable.  He felt he should have been surprised when his soul took the shape not of a man, but of a wolf.

Still a beast indeed.

Garviel shook his head.  He had control now, and by saving the other Remembrancers with Euphratie, he had already changed something he had thought inevitable.

Time to see what ruin he could bring to Erebus's plans.

[shadowuserannie]

WIP Wednesday

So I'm doing this again, apparently.

Rules copied (and mildly changed) from @cer-rata;

Make a list of five (or so--) of your WIPs for anyone to chose from.

I like providing short synopses/teases to give some context, but you can be super vague if you desire

Post a snippet from one of your fics that you’ve worked on in the past week.

You get to send an ask with one of the five listed WIPs!

You must then write a paragraph or so in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write a paragraph on it anyway, and then another that you can share from something else.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

Files;

we could hide away in daylight [ongoing, already published] Hiro Hamada heads to Gotham, hoping to trick Batman into not discovering BH6's identities. The plan he executes is heavily convoluted-exactly as a blood son's would be. [BH6 x Batman: WFA, Bio! son of Bruce Wayne Hiro]

Charge of Lightning, Beware The Earths [ongoing, not yet published] Denki Kaminari is almost 13 years old when he and his mother are attacked by a massive black dog and he's sent to a camp. The Fates whisper of another child of the eldest gods-concerning as the Battle of the Labyrinth is about to begin. [MHA x PJO/HOO, son of Zeus Denki Kaminari]

The Elementals [ongoing, not yet published] In the wake of a mysterious earthquake that devastates his home, Tanah moves to Pulau Rintis to live with his grandfather. He meets two mysterious girls-Halilintar and Taufan-just as aliens bear down on the planet. [Boboiboy 7 Elementals AU, begins with Tanah, Halilintar and Taufan and then continues on, series rewrite]

and even if it seems like it leads to glory (what is left in between) [ongoing, not yet published] Tai Pham is 14 years old when he meets Damian Wayne. Tai Pham is 15 years old when he's benched for being too young. Tai Pham is 16 years old and he stays benched because his family asks him to. Tai Pham is almost 17 years old and if John hadn't held him back he would've tossed a middle finger to the Guardians as thanks for letting him have his ring back. [Tai Pham 'The Kids Are Alright' AU by @cer-rata, Green Lantern Legacy]

Demigod Mercenary [ongoing, published] 032 is only half-brothers with 006. He's well aware and has been staying alive for years without needing a likely-just-as-hellish-as-the-last-one camp, okay?! He doesn't need Camp Half-Blood, and he is going to do his damn best to escape. [Teenage Mercenary x HOO/TOA, a demigod 032 AU]

Miraculous: Tales of Sophie Foster and Fitz Vacker [ongoing, unpublished] Sophie receives the Ladybug Miraculous after helping an old man. Fitz receives the Black Cat after helping an old woman. The Butterfly holder warns of rebellions and elves, of secret societies and torn loyalties between wishes. Sophie and Fitz must find the cracks in the lies to unearth the truths-if what's left of these century-old rebellions don't tear them apart first. [Miraculous x KOTLC fusion AU, with Ladybug! Sophie and Black cat! Fitz, series delving into development is up]

Eyes of an Oni [ongoing, unpublished] Fang's Power Band is taken by a purple serpentine alien, so obviously he's prepared to get it back. Wait, what do you mean his Shadow Dragon looks like an ancient evil that's been terrorizing this dimension since before time was named?! [Boboiboy Galaxy x the GiAG AU by @sunnylighter, Fang's Shadow Dragon looks like the Overlord in this AU where the prophecy never came to fruition and Pythor is a bastard so he weaponizes it]

grabbing a red pen (my destiny is in my hands) [Ongoing, unpublished] Twelve-year-old Fitz Vacker's father is the police commissioner of Eternalia, who's been working with the Council to hunt the freaks that are the rebels-except Fitz can hear thoughts, just like them. But then he meets another 'freak' who can manipulate any technology, a tiny ten-year-old with too much bitterness and rebellion for his height-Dex Dizznee, who's been in the Black Swan since he found out his mother was. They're the beginning of a team that changes the United Cities-Team Rebel is taking their destiny by storm. [KOTLC human! superhero AU, team grows in following order, | is joining at the same time, Dex|Fitz (as founders), Tam|Linh, Keefe, Biana, Marella, Sophie, any others after the Nightfall crew are...in idk]

Shadow Users Team [ongoing, published] The Shadow Users' timelines have begun receiving some...corrections. But the Shadow Users begin getting suspicious of the girl who brought them together-especially after Nico relays news of a body none of them knew existed. [Boboiboy Galaxy, Estranged, Ever After High, Keeper of the Lost Cities, My Hero Academia, Trials of Apollo]

soot on skin and cinders between teeth (feel the fire, watch it blaze within me) A fic about Cinder Carter, Changeling King of the World Below, charting a new adventure as he battles a troll uprising and maybe gets some friends other than his golem, boyfriend and siblings. [Estranged, TBA fandoms]

Feel free to ask! (help please)

Tagging: @cer-rata @crippling-pages @ohmygoly @thelasttaleofthepari @kotlcpuppetshow @telugu-girl-13 @bookworm-fangirl1 @samaniala @ksqvljhz @fantasygeek-134 @crazybookenthusiast @theaspengrove @floofeeeeee @eternal-everblaze any other people I missed

anyway just ask what you want

[legacyofmanwich]

Legacy of Manwich {3.1} Stand Up For Bastards

It's time for the Legacy of Manwich yet again, where the girls are finally finishing up at University. None of them aspired to normal careers, as you can see with Cordelia. What have my Chaotic Evil little hooligans been up to?

Murder, it's murder, they've been murdering people. Our newly-appointed heiress Regan only has enemies or lovers, and most succumb to the cowplant.

Well, except public enemy number one, Margie, who gets to stick around for a couple more generations, the bitch.

Goneril proposed to Bernie, the handsome guy who cucked Pacey in the last update. Of course, she did it in the darkest part of the lot where the screenshot would look like utter shit, because her favorite pastime is vaguely inconveniencing me.

Aww, wholesome. Almost makes up for the amount of sin and debauchery going on here at all hours of the day.

Glad she loves him despite the fact that he lusted over Regan, publicly, in front of her. Kit, well, he just likes to watch.

Regan's quest for a guy to inseminate her (who is not fucking Bernie or Kit) continues, and she finds all of them lacking. I liked the last guy pictured, but after their date, he fucked off and she never heard from him again until after she gave birth. >:(( I don't want to force her to get married, because I hate making Romance sims settle down, so I'm mostly just looking for a guy with a cool face and interesting genetics.

Cordelia: "Oh, God, she chose the bucket hat guy?"

In defense of Odo, he has beautiful eyes. You just can't see them because he always wears sunglasses and never looks towards the camera.

Note: It's Regan's graduation party and Lillie and Martin spend the entirety of it making out or judging people.

Lillie: "My daughter has terrible taste in men."

She gets it from you~! <3

And off my girls go, into the world, to make it a generally worse place for everyone else to live in. Everyone except their own progeny, who will probably also end up being murderous, lascivious, unfriendly, maladjusted weirdos. Raised by these bitches, what else could they be?

I imagine the next slide will need context: I took breaks from the trio of terror to help Martin plug away at his career and lose weight, and then got Lillie a job as a ~Professional Gamer~ to fulfill her LTW. So, when I loaded Regan onto the home lot, I was greeted with this:

Regan's apparently corrupted her mother, but at least Lillie continues to be the one beacon of hope in this landfill inferno I called a Legacy. You know, I reread the Bohemian Legacy from the exchange recently and was charmed by the strong family bonds, the lovingly crafted storyline, and the endearing characters. Meanwhile my game's full of degenerates and psychopaths who would sell their own children to the organ trade if they felt even remotely slighted by them.

Well, let's get this fucking over with.

Odo: "Oh boy! Ready to have sex, Regan?"

Regan: *dissociates*

You can tell she's really excited to be a mother.

Just like Lillie, Regan's needs fucking TANKED the moment she conceived. I have almost no pictures from her pregnancy because she was constantly teetering on the edge of death, passing out, or pissing herself. (Remember, I have the Noble Composure handicap!)

I did capture this wholesome moment of father/daughter bonding.

AH, YES, THE MOST SANITARY OF PLACES TO GIVE BIRTH!

Taking yet another page from Lillie's Pregnancy Playbook, Regan had twins! That's Portia (Merchant of Venice) up top, with Martin's eye color, eeeee! Down below is Valeria, named for the character in Coriolanus. She's got most of her dad's coloring, just with a slightly lighter skintone.

With the new additions to the family, I built them a BIG FUCKIN HOUSE! No tour, there's no time for that, Regan's got a DATE COMING OVER!

Regan: "OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!"

This guy must be quite a catch for you to be so excited!

Oh ew what the fuck

Regan: "THIS IS KOTORI VAN DER MEER AND HE HAS AN ELEVEN INCH PENIS!"

Raise your standards, Regan.

This guy's not much better, actually.

Regan: "THIS WILL BE THE MOST CAUCASIAN SPITROAST EVER DEVISED!"

A special occasion for you but an average night during the Republican National Convention.

Regan: "SHRIIIEEEK I UNDERESTIMATED HOW LONG ELEVEN INCHES IS!"

Don't you have newborns to take care of?

Regan: "You're such a spoilsport, my parents are looking after them!"

Regan. REGAN. Did you forget how attentive your parents were for you and your siblings? REGAN???

Regan: "Can you shut up? Boyfriend #6 is here!"

Well, that's all I can do for now. Next time, we take a trip over to Goneril's and Cordelia's, Martin ages up, and hopefully things will be funny again because God knows this update wasn't! Until then!

[dwellordream]

thoughts on HOTD, episode 7, season 2 (spoilers below)

I like the point that Aemond's advisors fear him, to everyone's detriment- they're so terrified of his rages that no one wants to tell him the Blacks are gathering dragonseeds. Aegon was a terrible king, but the courtiers ran roughshod over him because while he could be cruel, he wasn't very intimidating to anyone save servants and smallfolk. Aemond is a terrible king because he impulsively makes decisions based on fear- either his own terror of being seen as weak and ineffectual, or to make other people fear and respect him- or both.

Daemon and Oscar Tully's dynamic is that of a bitter, washed-up middle-aged substitute teacher who hates kids, and the overachieving, humorless star student who has zero respect for him. I love it. Also, I think the actor playing Oscar would make a great Robb Stark. I can dream. I do think it's good that the show delves into the ramifications of the Blackwoods' war-criming it up on Bracken lands at Daemon's encouragement- now the river lords have nothing but contempt for Daemon, and the Blackwoods are reviled as honorless thugs. It really gets across Daemon's inherent scumminess- he used Willem Blackwood as a violent pawn, and is perfectly willing to throw him under the bus after the fact.

At this point I think Daemon's Harrenhal hallucinations have run their course. The show could milk it for 3/4 episodes, and I was fine with that, but they're overused by the penultimate episode of this season, and not revealing anything we didn't already know about Daemon. I'm not entirely against Daemon's Riverlands arc the way some fans are- like it or not, at this point during the canonical Dance, he's not doing much. But I think the fever dreams are much more effective in smaller doses. There's nothing else to explore in regards to the Daemon/Viserys relationship. Daemon craves power but has no interest in the mundane reality of ruling. We all know this by now.

I don't get why Rhaenyra's children are depicted being shunted off with so few guards in the Vale- are we supposed to intuit that Jeyne Arryn literally does not give a shit what happens to them, or is this foreshadowing that they will be attacked on the road? It's not clear whether the show is going to do the canonical Battle of the Gullet or not, but again, I wouldn't be surprised if they depict Joffrey dying in it instead of Jacaerys, in order to give his character more screen time and development in Season 3.

I don't agree with the fans calling Jace hypocritical. Yes, he was all-for recruiting other legitimately born nobles of vague Targaryen descent to become dragon riders a few episodes ago. But empowering the actual smallfolk is another matter, and Jace is naturally insecure about the rumors regarding his birth and parentage. If any commoner bastard can tame a dragon, what does that say about him? He's right that Rhaenyra's succession will in all likelihood be challenged, even if she wins the war. Being a dragonrider no longer makes Jace special. And he is perfectly entitled to be angry with Rhaenyra for the legacy she left him. No, she didn't deserve to be forced into a marriage against her will, and she didn't 'owe' anyone legitimate children. But her choices have consequences and they've made Jace's life very difficult.

I actually enjoy Ulf's character here. He's a braggart and an arrogant idiot, but he's not delusional, and I think his back-and-forth with his friends about whether he has what it takes to claim a dragon is fucking hysterical. He's the typical burn-out former party boy, now in his late 30s, who's beginning to realize nothing great is coming around the bend for him.

I also enjoy their take on Hugh. It's debatable whether Hugh is implying that his mother was literally Saera Targaryen, or rather a bastard daughter of Jaehaerys, but either way, what a way to stick it the Conciliator, who was by all accounts a horrible father and husband who treated his wife like a broodmare and his daughters like shit. Hugh is mourning the loss of his daughter and has nothing left to lose. He wants revenge for the basic rights he was denied as a commoner. He's arguably one of the most heroic characters in the show.

I think the issue with Alicent in this episode is that despite this season being so slow-moving, they've sped-run her disillusionment so quickly that now that she's clearly regretful of encouraging Aegon to take the throne and disgusted by Aemond, the writers don't know what to do with her except have her brood. I think it would have been wiser to actually let her express some anger and grief over the loss of Jaehaerys- even if she wasn't close with her grandchildren- rather than to have her floating around nihilistically. At least give her something to motivate herself beyond 'my life is ruined'.

I do enjoy them showing that the dragonkeepers have developed their own ideology and politics. They idolize old Valyria to such a degree that they cannot tolerate the idea of even letting dragonseeds approach dragons, and it's foreshadowing of how the Targaryen legacy is doomed to cannibalize itself. Rhaenyra has to loosen the 'standards' of what makes an ideal dragon rider to gain support for the war- but at the same time, she can't stretch too far, or risk open rebellion from any lowborn dragonrider. If dragons are what makes a king or queen, then does being of noble blood really matter?

I wish they'd had Rhaenyra go down the self-righteous 'the gods will it so' route sooner, but I think it's a good contrast with Alicent to show Rhaenyra becoming inspired by the thought that all is preordained and that her own destiny is to be a great queen, while Alicent has lost faith in her religion, her family, and her own choices. I don't think Rhaenyra is insane or deluded here, but she is able to justify greater and greater sacrifices because she now truly believes she is fated to rule and that Westeros will crumble existentially without stable Targaryen leadership. She believes it to such a degree that she risks her own life with Vermithor in order to show her power before the smallfolk.

I think the ending scene was very well done, Ulf's gleeful flight over King's Landing and Aemond's genuine panic when he realizes he is no longer in control of the dragon power in Westeros was perfect. Overall, I enjoyed this episode more than episode 6, since shit actually happened. I'd give it a 7.5/10.

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Future Diaries verse,

I realized I needed to write all this down for me but this is all the info for the current version of the legacies / tvd muses I write when it's set in the present day. I usually go backward cause it's easier and fun with everyone being messy but

Hayley

Is an alpha wolf

She was killed by Roman and his mother

She did not become a hybrid after giving birth to Hope ( bc I don't want it ) she just came very close to dying and her blood healed her slowly along with her natural accelerated healing.

Oliver Kenner, Luna Kenner, and Hope Mikaelson are her children I'll probably pick up Luna later and fit her in.

She's resurrected by Hope when she turns 18 and completes her transformation.

She has a hard time gripping things like time because of her mortality compared to Klaus who's lived a long time. She has a hard time looking sometimes because of how much has changed.

She doesn't blame her for trusting Roman she's done a lot of trusting the wrong person in her life

She's married to Jackson in every verse and they lead their small pack together before their deaths then the responsibility falls onto hope but after her resurrection, she does try to help.

When she comes back that's the first place she goes after being with hope and where she stays.

They take in lost and abandoned wolves and give them a home and that means their little space has grown and changed sense then but she's here for it.

Elena

Elena never wanted to become a vampire but when she did she tried to deal with the changes but it felt like it changed so much of her that she battled with a lot of self-hate which showed in how she lashed out against people and tried to appear more confident and embrace her strength but it's a front like Damon's. Every day was agony and the passionate love affairs and what have you dulled the ache but it never went away.

She's getting the same treatment as Hayley and Klaus. That magic brought them all back. Damon's human and so is she.

She immediately gets to her normal life trying to make up lost time

She becomes a writer, her specialty of course being fantasy and romance but along with that she'd like to become an English teacher and find other writers and push them toward their dreams.

Depending on the thread and person she is happily married to Damon and he is as insufferable as he is doting and kind to her and stefan.

Klaus

I'm not sure how everyone will feel about this but absorbing all that dark magic and then killing himself took something from him. When he comes back he is just a werewolf. The white oak stake burned that part of him away but some things still remain:

he is still immortal to some degree as long as he doesn't suffer so fatal an injury he dies he can live forever.

His blood still heals vampire bites

Out of all natural wolves, this Mf is big as hell and very powerful because of the years effect that would make him stronger but not unkillable

He can fully transform now and looks like this ( ain't he cute ) and the stories have now gone from Klaus the immortal tribrid to the great oak wolf which he likes and the sentiment has moved from terror to protection though most ( rightfully so ) are skeptical because he's still a selfish bastard and will protect his kind, his pack and his family FIRST.

Love that I get to do stuff like this since the power diff is now fucking ridiculous thanks to Hope and Landon. Anyways that's it for now ~

[otakusmart]

Top 9 Manhwas Like Devil Returns To School Day To Read Today

Looking for manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day? Well, you've come to the right place.  "Devil Returns To School Day" is a gripping Korean manhwa that delves into themes of revenge and bullying.  With its intense storyline and complex characters, it has glued readers worldwide, expecting more with every chapter.  If you're a fan of this thrilling series and are looking for similar manhwas to dive into, you're in the right place. Here's a list of the top 9 manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day that share similar themes of vengeance, resilience, and strategic planning.

Top 9 manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day

Solo Leveling https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n24l9gvM3XM&ab_channel=CrunchyrollCollection Solo Leveling" is a highly popular manhwa that centers around Sung Jin-Woo, an E-rank hunter who becomes the weakest of the rank.  However, an incident in a dungeon transforms him into the most powerful being.  Being one of the manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day on this list, Solo Leveling explores themes of personal growth and revenge against formidable enemies. Bastard https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt50y78VoqM&t=1s&ab_channel=WEBTOON In "Bastard," the protagonist, Jin, discovers that his father is a serial killer.  As the story unfolds, he grapples with the consequences of his father's actions and attempts to find a way to seek justice.  The relentless pursuit of truth and vengeance is a theme that resonates strongly, making one of the best manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day, and it resonates well with the fans of this new thrilling manhwa. "DICE: The Cube that Changes Everything" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nls3X3eQI58&ab_channel=WEBTOON "DICE: The Cube that Changes Everything" follows Dongtae, a high school student who discovers a mysterious cube that allows him to alter his life.  Like in "Devil Returns To School Day," the main character experiences a transformation that empowers him to take control of his destiny. Re: Monster https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EfO_3tyInE&ab_channel= "Re: Monster" follows Kanata Tomokui, who is reborn as a goblin after being killed by a stalker. With his newfound abilities, he sets out to take revenge on those who wronged him.  The theme of reincarnation and vengeance is similar to the plot of "Devil Returns To School Day." Terror Man https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6bcYES2pFY&ab_channel=TVING In "Terror Man," Ha Il-Kwon wakes up with amnesia but soon discovers he possesses extraordinary abilities. As he unravels the mystery of his past, he seeks vengeance against those who wronged him.  The narrative of Ha Il-Kwon's quest for revenge is reminiscent of the protagonist in "Devil Returns To School Day." The Breaker https://www.youtube.com/shorts/4LNkAK57PuI "The Breaker" follows Shiwoon Yi, a high school student who becomes entangled in the world of martial arts and secret societies. The story explores themes of personal growth, revenge, and the pursuit of justice, much like in "Devil Returns To School Day." God of High School https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1HYX_yRgrg&ab_channel=WEBTOON "God of High School" combines martial arts and supernatural elements in a high-stakes tournament. Jin Mo-Ri, the protagonist, seeks to become the strongest fighter and uncover the truth about his grandfather's legacy.  The determination to overcome challenges and seek justice is a parallel to "Devil Returns To School Day." The Gamer https://www.youtube.com/shorts/oNEMsrvsuO0 "The Gamer" introduces Jee-Han Han, an average high school student who gains the ability to view the world as if it were a video game. With his newfound powers, he embarks on a journey of self-improvement and encounters various challenges.  The theme of personal growth and empowerment is a key element shared with "Devil Returns To School Day." Killing Stalking https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zO6fNryb2sA&ab_channel=LezhinComics "Killing Stalking" is a psychological thriller that delves into the twisted relationship between Yoon Bum and Sangwoo.  While darker in tone, it explores themes of obsession, revenge, and survival, adding it to the list of manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day.

Conclusion

If you're a fan of "Devil Returns To School Day" and its themes of revenge, resilience, and strategic planning, these 10 manhwas like Devil Returns To School Day are sure to provide you with equally engaging and thrilling experiences.  Each series offers a unique take on similar themes, ensuring that you'll be captivated from start to finish. Happy reading! Read the full article

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What's your favourite SW scene? What about dialogue exchange?

Definitely the scene from Clone Wars S02E07: Legacy of Terror when Obi-Wan and Anakin are being peak assholes while Luminara is hanging there about to be body horror zombified by a worm. It's fucking hilarious I laugh every time I watch it. Anakin manages at least a little bit of concern and is looking at Obi-Wan with this sort of resigned "what the fuck is wrong with you and why do I let you out in public" face the whole time, which is such an excellent role reversal. It truly encapsulates the fact that Obi-Wan is a bastard and insane and reckless but because he's a suave motherfucker he gets away with it every single time. There's definitely an alternate universe out there somewhere where he's a morally dubious biologist who will let anything happen For Science™. He even gets Anakin to play his little game (after he tries to be the voice of reason, for once) and admit the worm is obviously going to go up Luminara's nose because that's the worse option of the two.

They're monsters and I love them.

And, obviously, my favourite line of dialogue is from there too:

An underrated exchange. Just look at Obi-Wan's pissy little face!

send me “what’s your favorite..” asks 💫

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WIP Wednesday

Rules freely given by @cer-rata for use because I asked him and he was okay

Stolen Rules begin below;

Here’s how it works:

Make a list of five (or so--) of your WIPs for your followers to chose from.

I like providing short synopses/teases to give some context, but you can be super vague if you desire

Post a snippet from one of your fics that you’ve worked on in the past week.

Your followers get to send an ask with one of the five listed WIPs!

You must then write a paragraph or so in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write a paragraph on it anyway, and then another that you can share from something else.

I do recommend adjusting the writing requirement depending on the size of your following. The point is to make some progress, so if you're not expecting a lot of asks, maybe make your goal bigger, and the inverse is true for large followings. Do you.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

stolen rules end here

Files;

we could hide away in daylight [ongoing, already published] Hiro Hamada heads to Gotham, hoping to trick Batman into not discovering BH6's identities. The plan he executes is heavily convoluted-exactly as a blood son's would be. [BH6 x Batman: WFA, Bio! son of Bruce Wayne Hiro]

Charge of Lightning, Beware The Earths [ongoing, not yet published] Denki Kaminari is almost 13 years old when he and his mother are attacked by a massive black dog and he's sent to a camp. The Fates whisper of another child of the eldest gods-concerning as the Battle of the Labyrinth is about to begin. [MHA x PJO/HOO, son of Zeus Denki Kaminari]

The Elementals [ongoing, not yet published] In the wake of a mysterious earthquake that devastates his home, Tanah moves to Pulau Rintis to live with his grandfather. He meets two mysterious girls-Halilintar and Taufan-just as aliens bear down on the planet. [Boboiboy 7 Elementals AU, begins with Tanah, Halilintar and Taufan and then continues on, series rewrite]

and even if it seems like it leads to glory (what is left in between) [ongoing, not yet published] Tai Pham is 14 years old when he meets Damian Wayne. Tai Pham is 15 years old when he's benched for being too young. Tai Pham is 16 years old and he stays benched because his family asks him to. Tai Pham is almost 17 years old and if John hadn't held him back he would've tossed a middle finger to the Guardians as thanks for letting him have his ring back. [Tai Pham 'The Kids Are Alright' AU by @cer-rata, Green Lantern Legacy]

Demigod Mercenary [ongoing, published] 032 is only half-brothers with 006. He's well aware and has been staying alive for years without needing a likely-just-as-hellish-as-the-last-one camp, okay?! He doesn't need Camp Half-Blood, and he is going to do his damn best to escape. [Teenage Mercenary x HOO/TOA, a demigod 032 AU]

Miraculous: Tales of Sophie Foster and Fitz Vacker [ongoing, unpublished] Sophie receives the Ladybug Miraculous after helping an old man. Fitz receives the Black Cat after helping an old woman. The Butterfly holder warns of rebellions and elves, of secret societies and torn loyalties between wishes. Sophie and Fitz must find the cracks in the lies to unearth the truths-if what's left of these century-old rebellions don't tear them apart first. [Miraculous x KOTLC fusion AU, with Ladybug! Sophie and Black cat! Fitz, series delving into development is up]

Eyes of an Oni [ongoing, unpublished] Fang's Power Band is taken by a purple serpentine alien, so obviously he's prepared to get it back. Wait, what do you mean his Shadow Dragon looks like an ancient evil that's been terrorizing this dimension since before time was named?! [Boboiboy Galaxy x @sunnylighter's GiAG AU, Fang's Shadow Dragon looks like the Overlord in this AU where the prophecy never came to fruition and Pythor is a bastard so he weaponizes it]

grabbing a red pen (my destiny is in my hands) [Ongoing, unpublished] Twelve-year-old Fitz Vacker's father is the police commissioner of Eternalia, who's been working with the Council to hunt the freaks that are the rebels-except Fitz can hear thoughts, just like them. But then he meets another 'freak' who can manipulate any technology, a tiny ten-year-old with too much bitterness and rebellion for his height-Dex Dizznee, who's been in the Black Swan since he found out his mother was. They're the beginning of a team that changes the United Cities-Team Rebel is taking their destiny by storm. [KOTLC human! superhero AU, team grows in following order, | is joining at the same time, Dex|Fitz (as founders), Tam|Linh, Keefe, Biana, Marella, Sophie, any others after the Nightfall crew are...in idk]

Shadow Users Team [ongoing, published] The Shadow Users' timelines have begun receiving some...corrections. But the Shadow Users begin getting suspicious of the girl who brought them together-especially after Nico relays news of a body none of them knew existed. [Boboiboy Galaxy, Estranged, Ever After High, Keeper of the Lost Cities, My Hero Academia, Trials of Apollo]

Feel free to ask!

[codenamesazanka]

Thoughts on Spinner being the only one near AFO on the chapter?

Well, he had to meet and spend time with the in-law at some point. Why not during an overseas tropical island vacation? 🌺

hackneyed joke aside, I love it! especially since it tracks with what i had wanted for Spinner’s plot-involvement trajectory, and I only hope it continues! 🙏🏼

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So. Way back in Chapter 298, All For One asked the remnants of the League to watch over Shigaraki Tomura(‘s body) while he rests. It seemed only Spinner actually listened and did as requested. ‘Touya and the others’ (Skeptic, Toga…? Did she ever regroup with the League?) apparently refused to be nap nannies; and though they’re still around working with AFO, they seem to be more off doing their own thing (at least for now?)

In any case, “unlike the others,” Spinner played bodyguard. It is a bit ambiguous: specifically AFO’s bodyguard? Or AFO’s in Shigaraki’s body? If the latter - which I think is most likely since it’s what the flashback refers specifically to - then of course! Spinner cares deeply about Shigaraki; because that care probably extends to Shigaraki’s flesh and blood being, of course he’ll be by his leader and friend’s side. It’s the thread that’s been going on ever since MVA: Spinner has become/is the one closest to Shigaraki, and continues to prove himself to be so.

This does mean he has to be close to AFO too; and so, inevitably, Spinner’s now on AFO’s radar - in fact, more than just acknowledging Spinner is there, AFO has a role in mind just for Spinner. It’s AFO shenanigans all around, and Spinner’s involved whether he wants it or not: hearing about schemes firsthand; learning some of the inner workings of the underworld; knowing about One For All; just being AFO’s chat buddy. That’s the tendrils of the main plot slithering nearby, and I only hope that they’ll grab and entangle Spinner deeper into the thick of things - AFO vs OFA, Deku vs Shigaraki - thus making Spinner firmly part of the main storyline. That would be the DREAM. Please, Horikoshi-sensei. 🙇🏻‍♀️

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The chapter is also what I had really wanted for nearly the whole year - to see Spinner and All For One interaction. I’ve said before that i’m real interested to see the two of them, because the potential of their interplay is excellent:

On one side, you’ve got Spinner, loyal to Shigaraki Tomura, the hollow, destructive Villain terrorizing the country, and to his vision of an empty horizon… and also the guy Spinner bonded with over video games, the kindred spirit he came to like as a friend. On the other side, you’ve got All For One, evil bastard extraordinaire, the man who created Shigaraki Tomura, Symbol of Fear, who cultivated the very rage inside Shigaraki that Spinner had been inspired by, who has promised that all their desires will come to fruition, but has taken Spinner’s friend away to some quirky mind void. This is what makes everyone ask the question: Will Spinner help save Shigaraki from AFO? Which is really asking, What will Spinner choose if it comes down to it, his long-held resentment and needed catharsis or his new friend’s well-being? The legacy of AFO’s evil that will give him that empty horizon, or breaking away from all of that even if it means never seeing that bleak and twisted wonder?

That’s good stuff.

Stuff we are already starting to see here in this Chapter 329. AFO acknowledges Spinner as loyal, (acknowledges him as being, in the words of anon, the only one near) and then dangles two things in front of Spinner: 1) Supporting Shigaraki (via supporting AFO’s ambitions) 2) Changing the anti-heteromorphic society that had ostracized Spinner. Both are exactly what Spinner wants. And here, even better, AFO has portrayed the two desires as one and the same, so all Spinner has to do is simply follow along.

Yet Spinner isn’t biting.

See, Spinner is the type of guy to wear his giant dumb heart on his sleeve. See: shouting out his Stain dreams during the Training Camp Raid; see: spilling his backstory to the League. Screaming at Trumpet about why he’s fighting the fight. Giving Toga that ‘you’d better come on back, y’hear’ speech. Basically telling AFO he misses Shigaraki. He doesn’t skip out on the facial expressions either.

look at that range!

It’s when he’s uncomfortable(?) or feeling disgruntled(?) that he turns taciturn and withdrawn.

And I’d say that’s him this chapter. He’s not forthcoming with his thoughts, if he’s got any issue with AFO’s plans he’s keeping his mouth shut, and he’s carefully schooled his expressions into a neutral grimace for most of the chapter. When AFO finally strikes at something close to heart - heteromorph discrimination, the driving motivation behind Spinner’s decision to join the League - he finally reacts…

But only a little.

(There’s also something about the paneling and colors. The bits about Spinner’s past is against a dark background, and positioned as if at the back of his head. His face is against a white, blank background, no shock lines or gloomy mist. what are you feeling, Spinner???)

Mostly, Spinner is looking… pensive? Hesitant? Hard to say, but it’s not the open, wide-eye looked he had when listening to Shigaraki’s dream.

Shigaraki mentions ‘empty’ and Spinner goes GASP. All For One repeats back his history, calls him a ‘nobody’, and Spinner… looks on. Continues to not show strong emotions even in the last panel we see of him in the chapter.

IMO, All For One is trying to coax his cooperation and loyalty, knowing exactly what to give, but Spinner has guarded himself off.

After the ‘abandoning Mr. Compress/Machia/Toga’ stunt at Jaku plus the realization his leader is not who he is, Spinner has good reason not to trust All For One, especially concerning Shigaraki’s will/dreams/well-being. So despite the offers being exactly what Spinner wants (supporting Shigaraki, a changed world), I think he’s skeptical of throwing his full weight behind AFO, the man responsible for Spinner’s broken team and missing gamer buddy.

Already Spinner might be placing more weight on his bond with Shigaraki Tomura rather than the world AFO is promising him. (which is a false choice, mind you - Spinner can have both Shigaraki back and a better, changed world - but that requires AFO completely out of the equation, which isn’t possible yet.) This is just not what he envisioned with Shigaraki Tomura, which is still where Spinner’s heart is.