#rewrite the whole thing guys

[askcursedtales]

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.. Human grown food? You do not have humansmell on you. Where do you find these?

[ In spite of his comment, he gingerly takes the packet of Gummi worms in his teeth. After a slight fumble, the plastic manages to be torn, and the many Gummi worms scatter all over the forest floor. Unworriedly, the Ninetales laps a few of them up.]

Sweet... but also tangy. Not unlike berries but also very different. Stronger in flavour, and texture.

I have never eaten anything quite like it.

[rippersz]

HELP I JUST REMEMBERED THE POWER IS SUPPOSED TO BE OUT IN NEVERMORE DURING THE GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK. SOMEONE PLEASE PUT ME DOWN WHAT THE FREEEAAAAKKKKK.

(I may have to delete and re-write that entire thing).

[grimgummies]

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[definitelynotshouting]

genuinely cannot remember if ive shown you guys this before but a while ago i rewrote that initial dream sequence from everything i loved and feared if anyone wants to see it

[moongothic]

Crocoman has been on my mind lately and I had a realisation (what I have to admit is that my memory is shit, so the whole conundrum might be pointless, but) wet + Croco = bad times for our Sandman. So... If he slices up a man and in turn gets splashed by blood, does he just... nullifies his own power? You can smush or suffocate with sand, but Crocodile makes stabby weaponry from it too, stabby weaponry that I am reasonably sure is attached to his arm at times. Does he developed a combo of sucking the moisture off his victim right before it soaks him and makes him a sad soggy man?

He loves living right on the edge. Desk right in front of a huge glass window that is the only thing separating him from tons of water rushing in and ending his career? check (additional flex is that it'd take as little as one very motivated bonk from his bananawani to said window for that end to come). Close ranged, bloody fights that pose the very reasonable danger of getting soaked by blood? check. Our man fears nothing.

I mean from what we've seen, usually Crocodile uses his stabby-slicy attacks from a distance, while in close range it's usually either Sables to blast people off or Barján to dehydrate people, as seen here

Like Barján doesn't cut people, surely Crocodile could've used it to cut people instead if he wanted to, but no, it mummified the guards instead

So considdering our beloved Crocodile is a smart little boy, this all could be intentional, because yeah, if he did get splooshed with blood he would lose his Logia Invunerability at least until the blood would dry, and that would just be inconvenient

And that would make for a good combat tactic in general- mummify those in range, if you can't mummify them then nuke them with Sables, and if Sables only blasts them out of your range, well now you can use Desert Spada to slice 'em without getting moisturized. Like if this was a video game that'd make for a good gameplay loop

Also while it's only stated in canon he can absorb moisture with his hand, I wouldn't be surprised if Crocodile could also passively absorb moisture from his whole body (if just less efficiently). Like during Round 2 with Luffy he did get completely soaked but was able to turn back to sand soon again, so unless the Alabastan Heat was on Croc's side, surely he couldn't have dried that fast. Same for when he was covered partially in his own blood in Marineford, surely when Doflamingo decapitated him he would've actually died if his face was still wet with blood (though Oda forgot to draw the blood on that page so take that with a grain of salt lmao)

Really the only thing that doesn't seem to quite fit into his combat loop nicely is the Big Ol' Stabby Hook as you mentioned, because if anything's gonna make people bleed all over him, it's that, that's the thing (though he could just use the actual base of the hook to pummel people with and the hook is there because. It's a prosthetic.) (You know I did always wonder why Croc wanted to use the hook instead of the hidden blade because surely the blade would be more convenient for inflicting pain but, actually, yeah, the hook makes sense)

This all said, while it would be inconvenient for him I would like to see Crocodile get covered in blood more often, it looks good on him ❤️

[aldoesthings]

a long analysis of season 2 episode 13, “mizumono”

hello! after many days of deliberation, i've finally decided to go off the rails and write down all the thoughts i have about the thirteenth episode of season two, “mizumono”, as i consider it to be the best one in the series.

you better strap in folks, it's gonna be a long one. also, do keep in mind that these are just my personal thoughts- i'm in no way implying this is the "correct" interpretation to have about this episode, and i encourage you all to re-watch it and try to see how it makes you feel! reblogs are appreciated!

(also, @alas-the-void-screams-back wanted to be tagged in this, so here you go!)

first of all, i'd like to """briefly""" talk about what i consider nbc's hannibal to be about. as many before me have said, the series places an enormous deal of importance on the subject of being seen. but what does that actually mean?

the way i see it, the main characters of this show are opposites on the subject of how people perceive them. what i mean by this is that a lot of the people that surround hannibal- his acquaintances, his dinner guest- are merely distractions who think they know who the man in front of them is. the people surrounding will, on the other hand, are unable to shake the fortress he has built around himself. he's a mystery to them.

the shallow people around hannibal see the dinner parties, the colorful suits, the intellectuality of the man in front of them, and think that's what there is to see. but as he himself says, he has worked very hard to blind them.

will, on the other hand, is simply opposed to having people try to perceive him in any way- and yes, i know that sounds funny, but english isn't my first language and i have no better words for it- after all, his empathic nature has caused him to be unsure which parts of him are actually his, and what parts are simply reflections that have been left there by all the other minds he's entered during his life.

with all this being said, let's return to the theme. being "seen" is something that these two characters have both grown to be opposed to, hannibal to remain hidden under his person suit, and will to escape from having to address the darker thoughts in his head. this makes it even more enticing when they both realize that is what's happening between them.

the slow process of stripping away parts of themselves to show the other becomes intoxicating to them, even when they don't realize what that fully means, at least not yet.

let's start with the actual episode.

(keep in mind- i won't go over every single scene, just the ones that, y'know, i have something to say about, lol.)

the opening

so. the episode begins with hannibal inviting jack to dinner. by this point in the show, we are aware that will is playing both sides- but we, as the audience don’t yet know who he will end up helping in the end. the anticipation of it is what has driven us to this point, this conversation that is constructed in such a way that it seems as if the three characters are conversing to each other.

will carries himself through it with sharp retorts and answers. after all, he must feel some sort of sense of power- he is the only one that is holding all the cards in his hands, finally in control of the two most overbearing (in very different ways) presences in his life.

the mounting tension between the three is only adding fuel to the fire, as both jack and hannibal are almost desperate to make sure will is on their own side. this is where we also hear one of my all time favorite quotes from this series, written by thomas harris himself:

“when the fox hears the rabbit scream, it comes running. but not to help.”

not only is this hannibal trying to make sure will won’t betray him (the ever-distrustful bastard), it is also a perfect representation of hannibal himself- just think about the entirety of season one.

we don’t know whether will’s desire to see hannibal punished for what he has done is still greater than his own mounting need to be understood. audiences generally tend to latch onto the first version of a character we meet, almost being dismissive of negative changes in them when they happen, until they’re slapped in the face with a turning point so enormous it is impossible to ignore. this is, certainly, what has happened to will- we maybe, subconsciously, want to still see that fbi profiler that would have given up his own sanity to close a case, but the truth is that will has not been that in an extremely long time.

the office scene

ooh, boy. this scene is, quite literally, hannibal burning his whole life to the ground. his patient records, so intrinsically tied to his work life, something that has helped to craft the mask he wears every day, are getting carelessly tossed to the ground. just like they are being torn apart and burned, will is slowly tearing pieces of that mask away, leaving nothing but ashes.

it is so incredibly telling that as hannibal speaks of leaving this life behind, he uses the pronoun “we”, as if the idea of will not being with him in this new beginning is so preposterous, so unthinkable, that it hadn’t even crossed his mind. he talks about it freely, as if it is a given.

and will indulges this, mind you, talking about only needing a stream. and he is so truthful when saying this that the audience almost forgets what is actually happening, the fact that will is playing one step ahead, because in this conversation, he is not. he’s simply giving other pieces of himself to hannibal, because how could he not?

which is when the audience is abruptly reminded of the stinging betrayal they knew was coming.

this revelation (for hannibal) is so incredibly striking not only because we did not expect it to happen at that moment, but also because it now adds another element of suspense to the story of the episode. the piano sting accompanying what can only been described as the confused and hurt expression on hannibal’s face is what sealed the deal about this episode for me the first time i watched it (and i hadn’t even gotten to the really good parts yet).

this element, added to the ticking clock that can be heard throughout the entire episode (both a reminder and a count-down, for what, we don’t yet know), and to the knowledge that we have that this season will end with a bloody fight between jack and hannibal, is what makes us sit at the edge of our seat.

that kitchen. that damn kitchen

alright, well. let’s do this.

first of all, will’s call. all the doubts the audience had on where this character stood, doubts he had until this point, dissolve the moment he hears hannibal’s voice, as he himself states later on, in season three. simply hearing him say “hello” is enough for will to make a decision that he is aware will change the course of his life once more- the first change being meeting hannibal- and so he tells him, in a very succinct and quick way, as if ripping off a bandaid. “they know,” is all is said before he hangs up. yet, those words are an explanation, an offering, and an apology, all simultaneously.

the fight between jack and hannibal is as raw and brutal as we would expect of them. jack is a very real, flawed character, one that the audience is able to see themselves in for the entirety of the series: his unflinching belief in justice (and also his own hurt and rage) has brought him here, and as such he is driven by the need to make sure the chesapeake ripper hurts no one else. and if that means having to kill him, then so be it.

alana’s own attempt at hannibal’s life cements her as an incredibly strong, decided character. the burning shame she feels at having been blind to the monster in front of her gives way to a single-minded resolve to remedy her actions. this is followed by abigail’s reveal which, apart from being surprising (because, well, she’s alive), also shocks you when she, as far as she knows, murders alana, a woman that had been nothing but kind to her in the brief time they had known each other.

will finally walks into the kitchen, the core of hannibal’s house, its own beating heart. it has seen horrors beyond comprehension, humanity itself being laid out and eaten on its counters. it has seen and heard everything. that changes when will, soaked from the rain, quietly steps into it one last time.

will’s agonized expression at seeing abigail is quickly replaced by pure anger as he turns towards hannibal. he had called him, told him to go, to run away, offered it as an apology, and yet he had remained. and the answer hannibal gives is enough to shock him into silence.

“we couldn’t leave without you.”

hannibal has said them, the words that had been hanging in the air between the two of them for a while, and it almost seems like it should be a sin, putting what they had been feeling into words. will does not respond. how could he? he doesn’t make a sound, not even as hannibal cups his cheek. he knows what will happen.

the visual of hannibal tenderly holding will, opposed to the knife tearing through his abdomen and the absolute agony in his voice as he almost tries to silence his sobs and groans of pain, as if he doesn’t want to disturb the moment, is still one of the most horrifyingly beautiful scenes i’ve ever seen in a show.

the performance mads mikkelsen gives is raw, as hannibal starts talking and finally lets the audience understand what it feels like to be seen.

it is vile. it is like the other is reaching into your chest with their bare hands, shuffling your organs around, fundamentally changing your structure. it is feeling something claw its way up your throat, blocking it and constricting it, making you ask yourself if you’ll ever breathe again. it burns all the defenses one has built over time down to ash that the other is able to blow away with a small puff of air. it is something that makes you want to rip away the carefully constructed pieces of yourself you’ve created around your core, laying all the deepest parts of your conscience bleeding at the other’s feet.

it is beautiful. it is addicting, the feeling of not having to be afraid, because the other already knows you, sees you for who you are, even when you truly, desperately tried to hide it. they see the dark and still accept you despite it all- no, not despite it all, because of it all. it is intoxicating.

hannibal is sure, so sure, that what will has done is reject him. the heaviness of being seen is immediately followed by the disgusting, painful beyond belief, sting of betrayal. after all, he has tried to trap him, and will knows this.

the hot shame of having laid yourself bare in front of someone else has made hannibal lash out, desperate to protect the exposed, delicate parts he’s showed. his words ring in will’s head, and still then, laying on the floor, feeling the life drain from his body, he needs to reassure hannibal that no, he would’ve never taken his life from him. but to hannibal, his life is synonymous with his freedom. if he is not free, he is not alive.

and yet, as hannibal slices abigail’s throat while will begs him under them, as she lays down too, resigned to the fact she is destined to die on her father’s kitchen floor, forgiveness has already taken place inside hannibal’s heart. something he cannot explain, something he will carry with him.

mizumono is capable of showing its themes of love and betrayal in such a nuanced, precise way. the dialogue, the characters, are so finely tuned that nothing, not one single line, feels out of place.

i know this was a bit long, but hey, i just wanted to get it out. please, the only thing i ask in return is for the people who read this to reblog it- i’m incredibly proud of it! i’d like for it to be read by many! thank you for stopping by. ;)

[qvincvnx]

someday i want to do an academic paper on the way christians simply lie about what the hebrew and greek texts of the bible say. it would make me crazy so i do not really want to but at the same time,

this is just blatantly factually inaccurate, or best case scenario hideously misguided. for one thing, i'm currently writing about usage of 'ahav' in the hebrew bible and using software to pull all usages of the term, i come out with about 115 instances. i've seen other published works talk about a range of 120 to 135; based on my own experience, that seems reasonable. the only thing i can think of to explain the discrepancies in these numbers are that this mf may have just ctrl+f'd "love" (noun) and not found any instances of "loves, loved, beloved" (verb/adj forms of the same word).

if you're going to be antisemitic in your theology ('the old testament god is not loving, not like our christ!' is one of the older tricks in that particular book.) you could at least be accurate about what's in your new jesus book. because:

the claim that 'ahava appears twice as many times in the new testament' is idiotically factually inaccurate. do you know why.

if you guessed 'could it be because THE NEW TESTAMENT WAS NOT WRITTEN IN HEBREW, therefore HEBREW WORDS NEVER APPEAR,' you would be a winner!!!

[villainartist]

i do not like when people say kaede would be a static protagonist if she survived the game like as if she wouldnt have 5 whole additional chapters for shit to be thrown her way and see how she'd change and adapt... plenty of writers have pulled off this idea with flying colors so idk why ppl say "ok but IN CANON kaede would just vote hope/despair in the end!" like LITERALLY WE DONT KNOW THATTT THOUGHHHH . shuichi was very different in ch1 compared to ch6 why is kaede exempt from this logic...............

[ghostshadowmx]

Hellooo I'm back with more writing :3 I got distracted so I didn't finish the whole thing I wanted to but have this first bit because it's not awful? (90% sure I'm gonna edit this and add it to Crushed Petals sometime enjoy)

   It was 3 AM.  Again.

   Macaque rolled over as he clutched the thin fabric of the bedsheet under his claws.  It felt weird, not quite something he could describe.  Like if ice was a fabric.

   No, bad example.  Not ice.  Just…

   Macaque rolled over in the other direction.  The blanket felt suffocatingly hot and itchy, despite the fact it had seemed perfectly soft at the beginning of the night.  He kicked it off and the cold of the room flooded him again, memories reawakening a chill far deeper in his bones than the simple cool of night could reach.

   Macaque huffed and pulled the blanket back up over him.  Somehow the slight chill was worse.

   “Everything I did was for us!”

   “You did it for yourself!”

   Macaque flipped onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow.  The softness did not distract from the faint ache that came with smushing his nose, or the growing feeling he could only describe as liquid fire stirring in his chest.

   “You’ve become like this obsessive – demon!”

   “Shut up!” Macaque snapped as he pressed his hands over his ears.  The clear chill of the room’s air only served to remind him he was alone right now.  The burning in his chest told him that was someone’s fault.  He’d always assumed it was Wukong’s.  Now he couldn’t sort out if the fire ignited was at the Great Sage or himself.

   “You put yourself here, not me.”

   Macaque shoved himself up, brushing a hand through his hair.  He knew nights like this very well.  He hated nights like this.  When all he wanted to do was sleep and all his brain wanted to do was remind him of every single slight against him, every single word he wanted to take back, why everything was his fault or someone else’s.

   Nights like these usually made him act stupid. 

   Macaque threw the blanket off and abruptly swung his legs off the bed with a soft sigh. 

   “Tell me, what madness overcame you that you would forsake your oath?” Macaque growled softly as his tail lashed across the bed with quiet thumps.  “When did you decide to betray me?”

   “Shut up.” He growled again as hot anger burned in his chest.  His mind just couldn’t shut up, could it?  It had to keep going, keep reminding him, keep telling him he was always the follower that got hurt, and he didn’t even know if it was his fault or not anymore.

   Macaque shoved himself off the bed, the floor freezing cold to the touch.  “Would it kill him to turn the heater on?” Macaque growled as he grabbed the comforting softness of the scarf off the nightstand and walked toward the door.  He rotated the doorknob slowly, the metal cold, careful not to make too loud of a sound.  He stepped out and closed the door, then headed with soft, light steps, down the stairs to the kitchen.

[doobea]

I NEED to know if you're continuing your never have I ever oliver aiku series because I am OBSESSED 💖 love your writing btw

omg i DO have a draft of the third chap rn (~700 words) but lowkey i kinda wanna scrap it and rewrite something entirely new for my baby boy oliver because i cant seem to have a solid plot forming in my mind rn :((

im glad you enjoy it tho because i think it was def one of the first earlier works i released but after experimenting a bit w the recent rin series i think i wanna dabble something similar with oliver but make the theme either he's falling for his girl best friend or seducing an uninterested reader if that makes sense !!! but i appreciate all the love anon hehe <3

[sketching-shark]

I'm sorry for asking but I have to ask,

Who do you think is worst

The selfshippers

Or shadowpeach shippers??

Hmmmm gonna be honest anon this sounds like the kind of question that could easily start unnecessarily shit, and at least as far as I'm aware neither group of shippers have done the kinds of genuinely hateful stuff I've seen other shipping communities do like be virulently racist against real people. I definitely DO think that a more general awareness of things like how harmful stereotypes and cultural hang-ups can easily perpetuate themselves in and even though fiction is warranted (i.e. the feminization/fetishization of Asian men, the predatory gay man trope, the 'i can fix him!' mentality, etc.), but that's more a conversation about general cultural/fandom trends.

SO while saying that I feel I've sufficiently covered what I find annoying about these specific ships in other posts and may want to complain about them more in the future (sometimes i <3 being a hater), it should be noted again that Sun Wukong has been flanderized to hell and back in both the east and west (actually just got some tags about how many eastern creators make the Monkey King a straight-up evil monster, although at least there there is a vast variety of widespread monkey king interpretations and jttw retellings rather than the monoculture we got in the west lmao), and while I understand that fandom is a place where people just want to have fun with their special guys, overall both shipping trends just read to me at this point as the kind of repetition of the exact same increasingly tiresome tropes you find dominating basically every other fandom out there.

[erstwhilesparrow]

a really funny sentence i just caught myself thinking: "i think the problem here is just that i don't have a good grasp on the emotional terrain of this sex scene."

[guinevereslancelot]

i don't even care how bad a show is, if it has my special little guy in it i'm watching it

[grimbeak]

you go to the temple of joy and you read all ab the prophet named kevin whos immortal and all powerful and shit and then u meet him irl and he's just some fucked up traumatized guy who has a son and doesn't realize he has anxiety issues and chisels little doodles on stone tablets

[yuridovewing]

doesnt matter much bc idk how much content ill make for it anyways but i am so conflicted on whether i want the hawkleaf au to be in my hypothetical rewrite or not. because like i like the idea for that au because the melodrama gets pumped up even more and i love the whole "oh theyre firestar and tigerstars grandchildren.... but not the ones you think" thing, and how it makes the secret even more devastating, but also like. where the hell does that leave the windclan soap opera

[mangotelevision]

I'm really hoping I get to finish my diaries rewrite this summer because it's literally wild so much shit happens and I'm really happy with all the different character arcs and the magic system right now

There's also just so many fics I want to write and I hope I have the time because I really love some of these ideas