#and he just assumes she can figure out what his scribbles mean pff

[stray-tori]

TPN S02E04 - Initial Thoughts (anime-only)

viewing + post-ep talk with my friends: Google Drive (sorry, youtube denied me again)

(i) Translations are in the English (USA) CC (including the english bits as well for those who struggle with the audio/language, etc.)

pls validate my efforts and watch it.

there’s some anime-only talk about the adaptation towards the end, I wasn’t trying to be arrogant, just mention it to my friends based on some things I’d heard and without spoiling them about what is different that I do know of specifically. But if you want to avoid that, feel free to!

I definitely said it a bit too in favor of the anime, and obviously my friends’ just got my simplified thoughts on it? Like when they said it makes sense for the anime to move on quicker, but that’s not really what’s different. 

So yeah, please forgive the dubious things in that segment, I really just didn’t think about my words a lot.

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. Random thoughts

The fish bug scenes were delightful TvT Also the animation during them trying to grab them???

The OST during Isabella’s scenes???? take me

I think we also heard the OST sneak peak from a while ago during the cave confrontation with the army force human

Don is a useless nightwatch, goddamn it Don

Don is an epic chairman.

Loved the shot of Ray shooting at the big demon (why didn’t Emma get a cool shot? :THONK:), very dynamic, very epic.

Also them running together to push the man off the cliff was... something haha.

I’m losing my mind that we’re actually just ending on the way ep1 started. Same animation loops too, eh. to be expected, and obviously adjusted for different clothing and items but. still as someone who wants to praise for not re-using animation, rip.

EMMA HAVING SLEEPING CHILDREN AROUND HER AWWWW

Eyy Ray took a bath with the others too, yay

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. The bunker

So, the twist was that there was really.... no twist at all. Minerva was a good guy, he tried his best, he got discovered and chased.

And yet, I don’t think the bunker was previously discovered by the farms, which would at least warrant a “scare” like that, effectively making it a trap. They may have been aware of a shelter’s existence, but I don’t think they’ve been there before.

You could probably assume that the Troup that attacked our characters may have also removed the previous escapees from the scene --- but if that was the case, why leave all of the letters and other things in place. Not getting there immediately is understandable, they seem to arrived by foot (what? do you plan to keep an eye on the children the whole like 5 day march back or however long it took?? dang). So that’s not it.

So: what caused the HELPs? the person writing in the book seems to have been abandoned or more likely, are the only survivor of their group (maybe the only person in the group at all). Now it’d be an option for them to have found this safe haven and decided to just spend their days there, slowly losing their minds and doing the things on the wall. But then the message in the book, on the other hand, seems traumatized and sad, but not as lost as the carvings on the wall.

So either, they calmed down after going crazy and then once they did, they decided to leave.

Or it’s from two different people (or multiple), the one after the “HELP” one probably leaving the uplifting message in the book nearby of the scribbles.

I’m not sure which I’d find more likely, but all in all, I’m not sure why they didn’t just have the demons already know of the place and just have the letter (they probably wouldn’t have searched everything in the place) not be as obviously placed and then boom, they could still have made all discoveries they needed and when they found the help wall, it would have been from children trapped in the room while the men searched the bunker, wanting help.

* Clearly that’s not what they were going for, since there’s also day-counting things, but even that you could have explained by saying, they missed a child and the other escapees convinced them that they died, somehow and so they were left behind, traumatized by their friends being taken back and giving up for a while. It still runs into the same “but how can it be the same person?” doubt that my friend brought up, but I think that it’d justify the shock value of the wall more. Still not really making the whole “HELP” thing add up though, since that just sounds like there’s an immediate threat, when there isn’t. The only other thing I can think of is that the entire wall wasn’t one instance, so the counting could be solitude, the HELPs acute danger and the names probably also solitude. The drawing on the right also makes me think it was probably a child as well, fairly young. Poor kid.

Unless there’s something more to it I feel like it makes a little more sense, but still not a lot (WHY’D YOU LEAVE YOUR SNACKS, BRO) but seeing as we’ve left, I don’t think we’ll get to know.

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I’m assuming the way the farm knew now is either a) they were aware but didn’t see any reason to go there unless there were children there, b) they saw the coordinate carvings (thanks Ray) or c) the pursuers contacted the farms (which would make sense, and again, thanks Ray).

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.. the farm has a military force???

I also find it kind of funny that the farms have a military force??? Because so far, we’ve never seen them use guns to do anything. Which makes me think they might not be farm-intern but from an outside force, maybe the humans who are more “on-level” with them?

Like, what do they do all day. They’re probably not part of the buff demon guards and.... idk man haha-

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. Isabella

Ahh I was happy to see her! I was even happier to be like “hah, prison. Knew it.” and then later reacting to the offer, even though that wasn’t exactly what I called, but damn. the pride. my fucking expression too lol, i couldn’t hide it at all pff.

Her jump in motivation is a little weird, but I do see it as, someone who has basically accepted their fate, and when that gets challenged, the will to live takes over. 

I’m also not quite sure how she’s supposed to capture them if she can’t leave?

And then of course there’s whatever they promised her aside from “freedom” (which, if that just means being let outside, good luck ma’am there’s demons everywhere) - or is the transportation to the human world included? :D

Based on her clothing in the OP, I might have guessed it’d be “become a grandma” but that doesn’t really go well with the promise of freedom so.... I don’t know where that entire thing is going pff-

We don’t know a lot about what drives Isabella but one of the few things we do know is a) will to live and b) Leslie (????), hence the lullaby in “stressful” situations.

She already got the will to live with the baseline deal, so the only thing I can think of that would make her react more than freedom would be that Leslie’s alive and she can see him if she helps.

I’m not sure if she’s interested in anything else, like how the world works or what she can do for anyone, like.... hm. Of course it could totally be something that we just don’t know yet but yeah I guess that’s my guess.

They probably won’t give up Ray and seeing as she’s more concerned about his brain than anything, I don’t think even if they did allow her to take him with her, it probably wouldn’t mean a lot to her. Plus, why lose another high quality cattle.

I guess it could be, she did seem she wanted to be a proper mother figure, but idk something tells me it’s probably not something like that.

It would also be more “???” than “OHHH” of an reveal. Then again, Leslie is also an obvious choice so.

Maybe it’s something entirely new, we’ll see :D

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. The possibily wrong date

So when Anna writes a journal thingy, we see this

And, well, their escape happened in January 2046, so... for that to be true, somewhere along the line, an entire year would have had to pass.

I’m assume this is a production error because

they didn’t get to harvest once

they wouldn’t wait a year to talk about the plan to go back

Ray wouldn’t need an ear patch for so long, he only has a cut

the montage only showed 22nd and 23rd, if an entire year had passed, we’d have been shown more varied dates, etc.

then it makes even less sense for why the army shows up one year later out of nowhere :D

...

Smh, CloverWorks, what can you even do right.

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Yee, thanks for reading!

[caterinawrites]

Colors of the Soul CH 11

Here’s the next installment of Colors of the Soul. Have some Sabrinath! Literally no one asked for this, and almost no one ships them. But I did it anyways, so deal with it.

Thanks to @sorarts for inspiring this AU, and hopefully you guys like it!

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           Sabrina couldn’t believe it was happening. For the first time since they’d met, Chloe had been assigned another partner for their class project, and their teacher was not changing his mind. And of all the people she could have been paired with, and she was stuck with Nathanael Kurtzberg, who notoriously hated Chloe. Just her luck.

           He seemed just as reluctant to their partnership as she did, and as such, she refused to even look at him as they claimed a spot in the library. The quicker they got this over with, the quicker she could go back and help Chloe with her project, and Sabrina was eager to get away from him and his snarky attitude anyways.

           “Why don’t you look up the section on King Louis, and I’ll look up the section on Napoleon then we can both get this over with and go back to our lives,” She ordered, facing away from him purposefully as she flipped through her notebook.

           “Fine by me,” He grunted sourly.

           “Great,” Her voice was clipped and a little demeaning, and she stood up abruptly and headed to the shelf to find the book she needed. The more time she could spend away from him, the better. He was always in such a bad mood when they were around each other which she chocked up to her close friendship with Chloe. Still, it was a little petty of him just to hate her because of association.

           She supposed it was a little petty of her to be judging him so harshly as well, considering they’d never really talked, and she didn’t know that much about him other than he was an artist, but he always treated her so coldly which was grounds enough in her book to dislike him. She would have preferred literally anyone else, but she was stuck with him, she supposed, so she’d just have to suffer through it. When she returned to the table, he was sketching something in his notebook, and she glanced over his shoulder curiously.

           “Wow,” She gasped before she could help herself, and she cupped a hand over her mouth as Nathanael startled and sat upright, covering his doodle with his arm.

           “Do you mind?” He growled, and she slipped back into her place quickly, face burning with embarrassment.

           “Here,” She shoved the book she’d grabbed for him across the table, and turned away from him. They worked in silence from that point on, each scribbling their own notes as they read. At one point, she peaked over at him out of the corner of her eye, and noticed he was doodling again. It was a drawing of Ladybug, and she vaguely remembered that Nathanael had been akumatized recently. He seemed to notice her watching because he turned further away from her, covering his notebook with his arm again.

           “What?” He spat.

           “Nothing,” She turned back to her notes and bit her lip. “You’re just, well, I never knew you were such a good artist.”

           “Oh,” He shifted slightly. “Thanks, I guess.”

           “You’re welcome,” She smiled slightly, turning back toward him. “Um, so you’re a fan of Ladybug?”

           “Pff, who isn’t?” He said pointedly.

           “Well, you got akumatized recently, didn’t you?” She asked.

           “Yeah, and?”

           “You met her then? What was that like?” She could tell he really didn’t want to talk, and she wasn’t sure why she was even talking. Maybe some sick satisfaction at getting on his nerves?

           “She’s pretty amazing,” He admitted, sitting up with a huff. “Why do you care?”

           “Just asking,” She leaned against her fist and turned toward him which only made him turn his back to her more. “So, how can you be an artist if you can’t see color?”

           “What makes you think I can’t see color?” He retorted dryly.

           “Oh, well, I just assumed since you’re usually by yourself-”

           “Well, I can, okay? I’ve been able to for a while,” His cut her off snappily, and Sabrina actually flinched.

           “What’s with you?” She demanded.

           “Nothing,” He sighed, resuming his light sketching.

           “No, what have I ever done to you other than be friends with Chloe?” She prompted, giving his shoulder a shove out of irritation.

           “You really don’t know, do you?” He grunted, sounding slightly surprised.

           “No, it just seems like you’ve always hated me for no reason,” She folded her arms over her chest. “I always assumed it was because I hang around Chloe.”

           “That’s part of the reason,” He admitted with a chuckle.

           “So, Chloe does mean things to you, but she does mean things to everyone! Including me, but I’ve never done anything to you!” She could hear her voice rising in pitch defensively and felt tears welling in her eyes.

           “Exactly!” He spun around to look her in the eye, face scrunched up in anger and shoulders tense.

           It was in that moment that everything started to look different. She blinked in surprise, thinking she was imagining it, but something seemed different about him. His eyes, though filled with resentment, were something she’d never seen before, and she couldn’t stop herself from staring. And that mop of hair on his head was so vibrant and bright, it almost hurt her eyes to look at, and she slowly began to realize what that meant.

           “What are you looking at with your mouth hanging open?” He grunted, turning away again.

           “I just…I never noticed your eyes before,” She blushed, feeling ashamed for thinking ill of him for so long.

           “Yeah, that tends to happen when you look down your nose at people your whole life,” He shot back with a short laugh.

           “You’ve known all along, haven’t you?” She asked quietly, chewing the ends of her hair. “That’s why you hated me. You thought I was avoiding you.”

           “Yeah,” He admitted softly, scribbling circles in the corner of his page. “I really thought you knew, and just didn’t want to be with me.”

           “No, I-I never knew before. I’m sorry,” She stared at her lap, now too ashamed to look at him even when he turned back around to face her.

           “So,” He started, tapping his pencil on the page and pursing his lips. “What do you want to do?”

           “What?” She glanced up at him through her bangs, blushing when their eyes locked once again, and the world got a little bit brighter. More colorful, she supposed.

           “Now that you know, what do you want to do?” He clarified.

           “I…don’t know,” She shrugged. “What do you want to do?”

           “I don’t know,” He laughed. “I’ve spent so many years resenting you for not being with me, but now I don’t know what to think.”

           “And I’ve spent so many years being angry with you for hating me, so I’m really confused but excited too. I mean, we’re supposed to be together, right?” She shrugged slightly, and Nathanael tapped his chin thoughtfully.

           “Then maybe we should start over,” He offered, cocking a brow.

           “I’d like that,” She smiled, and to her delight, he returned the expression and scooted closer.

           “Well, it seems like we have a lot of catching up to do,” He smirked, draping his arm over the back of her chair.

           As it turned out, they had a lot in common, and it was surprisingly therapeutic to vent about Chloe. Nathanael was really sweet when he wanted to be, and her only regret was not figuring it out sooner. She wasn’t exactly sure how things would work between the three of them since Nath and Chloe adamantly despised each other, but if he was her soulmate, she supposed they’d figure it out.