#wandering spirits arc

[sneasedtomeetyou]

[A video is uploaded to the blog, seemingly by Oran the Roto-Caster, as it seems to be filmed without Casi’s knowledge.]

Casi is sitting on the couch in her living room, wearing an outfit that seems totally unlike anything he would usually wear. Those who have met him in person and have grown accustomed to his wardrobe of bright colors with a bunch of purples and whites would find his current look of black and red to be utterly bizarre. Kept by his side is the worn down sword, seeming prepared to use it in some kind of defense. His demeanor is one of paranoia, despite trying to relax he’s constantly looking around at every noise and movement he seems to perceive.

Eventually two figures enter the room, Volnix and his Hisuian Zoroark, Zorrik. This seems to make Casi bristle in anger. “You,” he spits out in Hisuy-itak, helpfully captioned by the Roto-Caster, “You’re the man from the Icelands.” The accusation falls on quite literal deaf ears though as he makes no attempt to use sign or any other means of communicating with Nix in a way he actually understands. 

Nix and Zorrik do however communicate with each other in sign before seemingly Zorrik responds. Due to the nature of Hisuian Zoroark illusions, whatever is being said is to Casi directly and isn’t caught on camera. The most we get is some growling and vocalizations from Zorrik. Seemingly it is requesting something of him.

“I don’t trust you. Either of you,” Casi harshly counters whatever was said. He finally switches back to Unovan to say, "Why do I have to be sent away when the two of you remain here?"

Another response that isn’t caught on the camera, the Zoroark seems to be growing frustrated. It makes another attempt to negotiate.

"I refuse." He's trying to maintain a level tone, but there’s a shakiness that underlines his words as he gets to his feet, sword in hand. Nix attempts to sign something along the lines of “I’m trying to help you, I promise,” but it seems to go ignored. "You're not removing me. I leave on my terms and not at the will of a Zoroark."

The Zoroark snarls, clearly agitated by the harsh tone and the refusal to comply. Casi lunges at Zorrik, prepared to slash at him.

From here, things escalate rather quickly. Nix’s shadow seemingly moves on its own, yanking him down with an unseen force. The sword clatters to the floor at his side.

With a cry he attempts to wrestle free of the shadow's grasp. The footage distorts as two ghostly figures begin to clash, wrestling for some kind of control over Casi’s body. 

"Stay away from me!! Stop! Let me go!!" Casi begins to wail, kicking out and thrashing wildly. His shadow retaliates and seems to overpower his attacker before the connection breaks and Nix’s retreats. 

After some sort of incorporeal struggle Nix collapses, face beginning to lose color before Zorrik steps in. He gives a snarl in warning before trying to remove himself and Nix from the situation. Casi attempts to launch at the two of them, roaring in anger, but ultimately collapsing to the floor, his body too exhausted. The footage cuts as Zorrik carries Nix out of the room, leaving Casimir coughing and violently shaking in his own living room. 

{ can someone explain what’s going on?! }

[clementinesweater]

still amazed no one made a comment in the discord that volnix wasn't breathing? and they said it was normal??

[fox-poke-fanatic]

Sligoogle, how to tactfully ask your friend why they're acting so weird.

[volnixian]

(@sneasedtomeetyou) why are you so determined to kill me

not true

[battlelegendsredandblue]

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[arken-neth]

CASI'S BACK :D

[justapigeonn]

the way the authors portray bramble and squilf’s reaction to trauma is so odd to me cause while bramble is an absolute shell of a man after tbc (and honestly who wouldn’t be) after going though near equally harrowing experiences squilf is… almost entirely unbothered by it?? doing fantastic even??

like having your body possessed and spending a few months as a wandering ghost sounds horrifying don’t get me wrong but let me reiterate that squirrelflight’s deranged stalker ex boyfriend who tries to kill 4 of her family members while he was still alive and publically humiliate her came back from the dead to possess her husband’s body to use and deceive her in the creepiest way imaginable before throwing her (literally) to the dogs after she learns the truth before cornering her at the moonpool and dragging her down to hell with him, THEN taking possession of bramble’s spirit and using it to attack her before they both finally manage to escape and she’s just?? completely unphased by this by the next arc??

WHY is there so much emphasis on poor broken bramble who was so traumatised by the fact that he was forced to attack squilf and nothing on poor broken squirrelstar who was attacked by her possessed husband (thrice) or whatever it’s so weird to me

[ohnoitstbskyen]

hey skyen, you mentioned about kuina that she seemed transmasc to you and in my experience i think more people see zoro as a transmasc person, the reason being is his want/need to break gender stereotypes rather than enforce them. through kuina, his story to become the greatest swordman is inherently about breaking gender roles. and personally i think a lot of transmascs see this as their relationship to cis women. (especially in how kuina pushes zoro into the "weak" category with him and parrots sexism without knowing how it affects him) i also think his story is WAY more satisfying from a gender perspective if you see him as transmasc, regardless of if its intended or not. (the truth is that theyre BOTH transmasc, actually, why not?) (idk if you read fanfiction, probably not, but the fanfiction Burning Man on ao3 really goes in depth with transmasc zoro. its also the best fanfiction ive personally read for op)

Yeah, I can absolutely see that.

On related lines, I've also seen an interpretation of the story that Kuina and Zoro are the same person, and that Zoro's flashback depicts a metaphorical series of events rather than literal, where he battles with his assigned identity over and over as a child and can never "beat" her, never overcome or break out from under her.

But when he realizes that his assigned identity is miserable and in pain, and that all that even she wants is to be a boy, he has to go through the trauma of seeing her die, and go out into the world as truly himself. Through that lens his quest to become the greatest swordsman in the world is, in part, a quest to spite every motherfucker on Earth who told his past self that he would never be able to transcend his assigned gender.

So long as you assume that Kuina's father is playing along with it to the point of setting up a grave for his dead daughter who never was, it does explain why he would let Zoro take away the Wado Ichimonji, an incredibly important and valuable family heirloom, and treat Zoro so much like a direct son.

The Three Sword Style already represents Zoro carrying Kuina's spirit and memory with him always - his two-sword style in the hands, her one sword style in his mouth - and in this reading the style would be carrying the memory and pain of his childhood with him, and letting it empower him to become greater than anyone without his experiences could ever be.

It's one of the nice things about One Piece, I think, that it is open to these kinds of interpretations. Luffy being aro/ace is basically canon, which I appreciate a lot, and nobody can tell me Nami and Vivi didn't have a mutual crush going during Alabasta, and there is no understanding of Ace I will accept where he wasn't the most bi/pan wandering disaster the Grand Line had ever seen since Roger.

I do hope the actual explicit text of the manga will catch up to that someday... I was really happy to finally see some actual transmasc rep with Yamato, and a bit more playfulness with gender in general in characters like Izou and Kikunojo in the Wano Country arc, and honestly canonically transmasc Zoro or Crocodile would be enriching to both of those characters, I think.

[silvysartfulness]

Chapter 57 - Life, Death And A Bottle Of Wine of Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It is up! :D

On the seventh morning, a bird sang in Dushou for the first time in decades, life returning to the dismal ruins along with a hope of healing, or at least of peace.

Xiao Xingchen had spent all his free time the past week wandering the ruins, tracking down any remaining pockets of… not ghosts, nothing so violent or tangible – just lingering memories, whispers of horror and grief. He’d performed endless liberation rites and pacifying ceremonies, allowing the last vestiges of broken spirits to disperse and move on.

It had gotten easier once the other two recovered enough for Xue Yang to accompany him at times – he had an uncanny knack for sniffing out the lingering dead, both spirits and half-buried remains. Zichen joined them after another few days, albeit still having to move slowly, leaning onto him at times.

Xue Yang seemed satisfied enough with the rate of Zichen’s recovery – though he still stayed draped half on top of him every night, pressing a fistful of talismans to the stitched gash even in his sleep. Xiao Xingchen suspected that might have less to do with healing, though, and more with Xue Yang taking every chance to sleep curled up with Zichen, but carefully refrained from saying so, or smiling too blatantly at the arrangement.

They seemed comfortable enough.

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The disaster trio has finally worked through a lot of their issues, and grown closer than ever. Sure would be a shame if something happened that put all that to the test... 🙂

This is the longest chapter so far in the fic at a massive 13k, and also marks the shift into the final arc of the story - still a long way to go, but now we're on the home stretch!

Going into this, I was quite nervous introducing certain, ah, new elements (those surprise guest stars in the chapter illustration) though I did end up having lots of fun with it in the end!

As always, please consider commenting, it really does mean the world to me! Your feedback and encouragement is the fuel that keeps me going, both in writing this story and in life in general.

Thank you so much for reading. 💚

[shebunie]

Do you think you could write about mizu x reader being a belly dancer, how do you think she'd react when her traveling friend starts belly dancing to some music or something-?

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴─

“This is not helping,” Mizu mumbled while adjusting her cap, following the cheers and applause of a forming crowd not far from her. The narrow, bustling streets were filled with the lively sounds of market vendors haggling, the tantalizing aroma of spices, and the enchanting melodies of street musicians. 

The swordswoman couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration as she surveyed the scene. Mizu's wandering feet led her to a bustling square where a spirited atmosphere promised entertainment of all kinds. The crowd had gathered around a makeshift stage, and curiosity sparked in Mizu's eyes as she edged closer to see what the commotion was about.

As she maneuvered through the sea of people, the rhythm of enticing music filled the air. Mizu's sharp instincts honed in on a familiar beat—the intoxicating melody of dancing. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Mizu couldn't resist the pull of the performance unfolding before her.

On the stage, a mysterious figure gracefully swayed and twirled, casting a spell on the onlookers with every sinuous movement. The dancer's attire shimmered in the sunlight, adorned with intricate embellishments that caught and reflected the vibrant colours of the surroundings. Mizu couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing display. 

Much to the woman's surprise, the mysterious dancer turned out to be none other than you. Realization hit her like a sudden gust of wind. It was you, donned in that attire of vibrant silk, with gems that cascade down your arms as it draped across those hips that clung to your form, accentuating the graceful arcs of movements. The tinkling sound of delicate bells attached to their clothing harmonized with the rhythmic beat of the music, creating a symphony that echoed through the marketplace.

Her travelling companion had somehow managed to gather an impromptu audience. Mizu's eyes widened as she observed your fluid movements. How their hips swayed, hands tracing intricate patterns in the air, and their whole body seemed to speak a language of its own. The crowd, initially drawn by the music, quickly shifted their attention to the captivating performance unfolding before them.

For a moment, Mizu forgot her annoyance and found herself mesmerized by your newfound skill. Your dance was a mesmerizing spectacle, and the rhythmic undulations seemed to cast a spell over the gathering crowd. The coins tossed into the makeshift hat at their feet served as a testament to the crowd's appreciation.

Caught in the hypnotic sway of the dancer's movements, Mizu couldn't help but appreciate the artistry. However, the stoic demeanour remained intact. Unbeknownst to her, a mischievous glint sparkled in the eyes of her companion, you who had been sharing the path to revenge for some time.

Seizing the opportunity to break through the sword wielder’s composed exterior, with a grin you gestured towards the makeshift dance floor. "Come on, Mizu! Join me!" Such infectious enthusiasm contrasts with Mizu's restrained demeanour.

Mizu's initial reaction was a raised eyebrow and a hesitant shake of her head, but you persisted, adding a teasing twirl to their dance. The crowd cheered, encouraging Mizu to let loose. She scoffed at the suggestion, her attention fixed on the performance before her. "I’m not much of a dancer," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of aloofness.

Dancing was not her forte, and she had always been more comfortable with a sword in hand than moving to the rhythm of music. But as the crowd's enthusiasm grew, and you continued to dance with uninhibited joy, Mizu felt a flicker of something within her—a spark of curiosity. 

You approached her with a twirl, "It's more fun when you join in," a whisper to her ear, you slyly intertwined your hands together, and you felt her stiffen. Caressing her face with a free hand, it seemed as if the market square seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the centre of the world. There was a subtle softness in your gaze, a silent invitation to step out of her comfort zone.

“I’ll guide you through it.”

After a moment of contemplation, Mizu sighed, realizing that resisting your infectious energy was a futile endeavour. With a reluctant smile, she gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and you pulled her into the dance. The crowd erupted in cheers as Mizu tentatively moved to the music, her movements initially rigid but gradually becoming more fluid.

As the two of you danced together, Mizu's initial discomfort melted away. She started to enjoy the experience, feeling the freedom that came with letting go of her usual stoic demeanour. The composed woman found herself smiling genuinely, revelling in the unexpected joy of the moment. The dance continued, weaving a story of a blossoming relationship, adventure, and the magic that happens when one lets go of inhibitions.

As the music reached its crescendo, concluding their performance with a graceful bow. The crowd erupted in applause. Both panting slightly from the exertion, a triumphant grin plastered on your face.

"How was that?" you asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Mizu chuckled, genuinely impressed. "Well, that was certainly… different."

You beamed at her response, earlier worries about entertaining the crowd dissipating like morning mist. The sun's golden rays painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, creating a breathtaking canvas that stretched across the horizon. Having successfully navigated the lively market, found a quiet corner bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The distant sounds of the crowd blended into a gentle hum as they settled into a moment of tranquillity.

"You were amazing out there, Mizu," you praised, a genuine smile gracing your face. "Who knew you had such hidden talents?"

Mizu smirked, a rare display of satisfaction crossing her features. "I suppose there's more to me than meets the eye. But don't get used to it; I don't plan on making a habit out of dancing in public."

You chuckled, acknowledging her reserved nature. "Fair enough. But I'm glad you joined in. It added a bit of charm to the day."

As the sun continued its descent, the market square transformed into a mosaic of warm lights and shadows. Street vendors lit lanterns, creating a winsome ambience that enveloped the surroundings. Strolling through the narrow pathways, exploring the enchanting stalls that offered an array of exotic wares.

They shared laughter and stories, creating memories that would linger in their hearts long after the journey's end. Mizu, known for her stoicism and unwavering focus on the mission at hand, found herself enjoying the simple pleasures of the moment. The infectious spirit of you had a way of breaking through her walls, and for a fleeting moment, Mizu welcomed the respite.

As the night wore on, Mizu and you, sated and content, made their way back to their lodgings. The market square, now quieter, still echoed with the distant melody of music and the memories of a warrior's dance. Little did they know that their paths, intertwined by chance and connection, would continue to unfold with each step of their voyage.

[sneasedtomeetyou]

caring for sneasels is soo easy when there's only a couple of them. especially when they're this calm and friendly. they even have their own rockclimbing wall in the backyard.

[clementinesweater]

how is everyone so normal about nix being like. undead.

[fox-poke-fanatic]

So much is going on and I don't know what to say.

[volnixian]

...I would have said dead up until now, but it sounds like might not actually be the case?

Are you a ghost, then?

smonmetheing like that

[lookismstuff]

Lookism Theory: On The Deaths of "The Sister" and "The King"

SPOILER ALERT FOR EPS 482-485 AND THE WAILING (2016)

Ep 485 pretty much solidifies PTJ's statements on March 2022 and September 2023 (in vlogs that have since been made private) that the Cheonliang Arc is based on the Korean horror film The Wailing (2016), also known as The Strangers. So I'm going to talk about the deaths of Seongji and The Sister from the film's standpoint.

Based on the film's plot these are the archetypes of both characters.

Seongji The King of Cheonliang is "The Demon in the Cave" and,

The Sister is "The Woman in White" and "The Hanged Woman".

A. The Death of Seongji (The Demon in the Cave)

In The Wailing, the entity in the cave is actually a Japanese demon with a human identity. He used to live in a run-down house in the mountain, before being chased away by angry and scared villagers that he nearly died in a deserted cliff. A character appeared midway through the film (Il Gwang the shaman) because he was invited, and was actually in cahoots with the demon. Towards the end, the demon retreated into a cave and resumed his original appearance as a demon.

So, based on the film's plot...

Seongji was probably ambushed by either the villagers, the Yamazaki henchmen, the Kojima brothers, or perhaps even Charles Choi's or the King of Seoul's men in his cave or in the mountain, assuming that the latter was already an acquaintance of the shaman's (Shinmyong).

The duel that resulted in Seongji's death was probably unfair, because he was chased away from his house, ran away through the woods in the mountain, and was cornered, wounded, and exhausted.

If the King of Seoul was involved, somebody must've invited him to Cheonliang on purpose. This invitation probably came from someone in Shinmyong's circle or from the shaman himself.

If Vin really murdered Seongji, then it was probably an accidental death or a mercy kill. In case the latter actually happened, it probably happened when Seongji was dying alone in a deserted place.

B. The Death of the Sister (The Woman in White and the Hanged Woman)

In the film, a naked woman appeared on a stormy night in front of the town's police station. Then she hanged herself the next day after murdering her family, and nobody saw it. Apparently, when she stood naked she was wandering in the state of possessed after getting in touch with Il Gwang the shaman and the Japanese demon. She was the first victim in the town, and after her a series of other violent murders happened.

Elsewhere, a mysterious unnamed woman in white tried to warn the other characters but was unsuccesful in protecting the town from evil, because they thought that she was an evil spirit. In the end she could only watch as Il Gwang and the demon left together.

Going by this film's plot...

When The Sister appeared during a rainy night at Vin's doorstep, she was actually half-drugged or was in a daze from other causes, and she ran away from trouble.

The reason why The Sister's clothes were disheveled because she either ran away in a daze or was assaulted.

Whatever happened to The Sister must've involved either Shinmyong the Shaman, Taejin, the Kojima brothers, or anyone else closely affiliated with them.

She probably tried to tell what happened to her or another secret but was stopped before she could do anything.

It was her death that sparked the change in Cheonliang, and it probably happened before Seongji died.

The girl was probably found dead early in the morning and nobody actually saw how she died the night before.

[arken-neth]

all my friends are mad at each other and my best friend is sick and i'm scared