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kkssvvisdone · 11 months

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East Blue Saga - The Pirate Ganzack

I don’t know why I did this too myself but the wiki said this was the first one so I watched it. Also ignore my awful grammer I’m so tired.

First and foremost, I’m writing this a few months after starting One Piece. I lost interest bc I had no one to talk to so I’m hoping that blogging about it will help me retain my interest so if something seems incoherent or completely wrong feel free to correct me. This post is pure vibes. (Nvm I just rewatched it bc why not)

So the gang is starving on the ocean, Nami gets stolen by a dragon and Luffy gets himself and Zoro drowned, so a pretty typical episode. He receives accidental CPR via pirates stepping on him while they chase a girl etc etc who cares about the plot if you wanna know about the episode watch it (or read the wiki)

Rewatching it, all I have to say is that the vibes are off. The voice actors aren’t the same and I might be reaching but the characterization is off as well. Everyone seems just a bit dumber and meaner and they depicted Luffy as a typical shonen protagonist which I’m not that into.

ALSO. Ganzack looks exactly like that rabbit chimera ant from HunterxHunter, Gammot! He also has a god complex which I’ve found is the norm for One Piece antagonists. Also where’d he get all of that gunpowder and what was he gonna do with it?

Nvm Blow up the Island apparently. Rip our boi Ganzack, he’s not like other pirates but he got beat up by a rubber man and blown up by his own weapon.

I don’t have a lot to say because this episode doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things but it exists so I’m including it. Gonna give it 5/10 bc it didn’t suck but I’m not invested.

#one piece #one piece rants #rants #east blue saga

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koboldgayfeather · 5 years

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orctober 5: Gammot

some costume thoughts for my first ever D&D character. he was fun to play.

#orctober #orctober2019 #inktober #inktober2019 #Dungeons and Dragons #dnd #pathfinder #character art #Gammot

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folded-irony-blade · 4 years

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So, I’ve been holding onto this girl for a while. She’s a fan troll.

I adopted her from SophiaBlackwood on Deviantart, and together we came up with a hella cool story for her, which I have adequately expanded in time.

At first, when I saw her, I thought she’d be best as a cobalt blood with that dress. Seemed a logical conclusion for me. But, I did some soul searching, and came up with something a whole lot better. At first, I thought she should be a Caprist.

She’s basically pretty chill with authority, doesn’t really protest government, or anything like that. Doesn’t give two fucks what the empire is doing, as long as she can go about her ways without problem. She exists in the present, and generally would like to keep it that way. Thoughts of the future, of inheriting her father’s empire of GRUB PATTY RESTAURANTS fills her with stress. Which brings us to...

Behold. The PATTY PATRIARCH.

This motherfucker right here, is the progenitor, and owner, of the PATRIARCH PATTY franchise of grubburger restaurants. They serve a plate of hot, fresh foodstuffs, harvested straight from the PATRIARCH PLANTATION, on which LIHZYE BORDNE, the aforementioned gothic lolita, lives.

Fields of GRUBBURGER PATCHES, GROUND STARCH LINK BUSHES, RED FRUIT ORB PIE TREES, and a FROZEN DAIRY DRINK GEYSER are characteristic of the PATRIARCH PLANTATION's general makeup. These wonderful delights, as well as others, are harvested around-the-clock by lowblood labourers, who get paid basically fucking nothing, to bring you the best in homegrown alternian foodstuffs.

The best part about it, is it's FREE. Go to any PATRIARCH PATTY location, and just order to your heart's content. The fees came in the TAXES which AUTOMATICALLY DEDUCTED directly from your bank account. Don't have a bank account? You probably noticed you're missing a fiver here, or there, every other day. That's part of the PATTY PATRIARCH'S guaranteed tax plan. He's the KING of patties, and he will take his dues.

Nobody knows where he lives. He's never on the plantation. If you're lucky, when you show up to a restaurant location, he might just zap on down for a visit. Do some clowning around, entertain guests, decapitate a couple lucky patrons for your entertainment, then he's gone before the drones can show up, leaving everyone with the experience of a lifetime.

Around the clock means around the clock. Bring some fucking sunscreen.

Lihzye Bordne is expected to inherit the PATRIARCH line. Which she wants absolutely fucking nothing to do with, because she has other interests.

Their lusus is a giant white Bullgator. Who occasionally feeds on labourers who have been worked to death.

The Condesce is fully aware of the existence of the Patriarch, and she sees him as a bit of a thorn in her side. Since he keeps showing up on Alternia, where adults are fucking forbidden. But she can't do jack shit about him, because where the fuck does he even go? She doesn't know. She has no idea what kind of teleportation technology he's using. She can't trace him. And she's basically given the fuck up, even though she gets taxed for his food too.

Not that it's much of a bother, since she has basically infinity money. She just makes occasional orders of PP food, to make herself feel better about how fucking helpless she is to stop this boy from clowning around.

If you pay the taxes, you are automatically entered in the PATRIARCH Lottery. If you win, you are not told you've won. You wake up in the middle of the day. Terrified. You hear the honking of clown shoes approaching. The door to your respiteblock opens slowly, creaking on its hinges. You tremble. Knowing the end is nigh. A clown has come to cull you, for funsies, or maybe to make some paint from your blood, or take you to clown church. This is it. THIS IS THE E-

The clown puts a paper bag on your bed, then gives you two jaunty, but careful, pats on the head, and quickly retreats, honking all the way. Your bed is wet. But you have survived this day.

The bag is a PATRIARCH MEAL. Extra Large.

Anyway, back to Lihzye.

Lihzye doesn't enjoy the whole 'oppressing the lower castes' thing, but isn't much of one to stand against it either. She occasionally culls particularly cute, or good looking lowbloods to add to her collection. Other times, she'll drag the corpses of those who've died from exhaustion, instead. Lihzye has a parlour full of dolls. Except those dolls are actually stuffed trolls. She takes these poor dudes, and dudettes, and drags them into her preparation room, where she drains their blood out, replaces it with Faygo-based preservatives, then dresses them up in custom-made dresses, gowns, and suits, before setting them up in her parlour. She talks to them. She reads to them. She grooms them, and makes sure they look as good as they did when they were alive, because gross dead looking dolls are nasty as fuck.

She sees this act as 'levelling the caste system'. Because 'we're all equal in death.' Occasionally, if she gets the chance, she'll add a mid, or high blood to her collection, as well, but that's rare. It almost takes getting people to donate their corpses to her directly.

She doesn't drink faygo straight. Instead, she prefers other, refined faygo-based drinks. She'll boil faygo down to its base components, soak tea leaves in the concentrated faygo juices and/or powder, then make faygo tea, using hot faygo water, which exists btw. Other times, she'll distill the sugary juice with wormwood into Faygo Absinthe, which she'll serve chilled, and drip cold faygo water over a cube of refined faygo sugar(sugar extracted from faygo), as you do when drinking Absinthe properly.

Her strife specubi is Hatchetkind. Hand-hatchets, and two-handed one-blade axes both fall into this category. Basically, any woodcutting axe.

Her name is based off of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizzie_Borden

Her chucklevoodoos don't work on living beings. Instead, if she were to ever use them, and directly defy imperial code restricting chucklevoodoo use, her ability is to mind control the dead. Thus making her parlour a small army of puppets. Her dead puppets have the full gammot of powers they had when alive. Thus giving her access, vicariously, to goldblood, blueblood, rustblood, etc powers, depending on who she has in her parlour.

#Homestuck #hs #fan troll #fantroll #fan #troll #alternia #alternian #oc #fc #lihzye bordne #lihzye #bordne

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 5 years

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Hey, awesome! I'm glad I was able to help!

And like. In all honesty, it really is a very complicated and emotionally vulnerable topic to try and handle during a time when it feels increasingly high stakes to get the answer wrong.

I think a lot of people are experiencing a level of uncertainty and destabilization of their understanding of the world around them right now that they're not really accustomed to. And I don't mean that in a sense of "oh some people were just too ~privileged~ to see what's always been happening" sort of way either because trust me. I've seen a lot in my lifetime. I've run the gammot on "stuff that makes you jaded against all of humanity and every lie they ever taught you in history class" and I'm no stranger to the aspects of this socio-cultural moment that AREN'T new.

But in all reality, there are aspects of this moment that most people have never been through, at the very least people aren't used to it happening to them on the kind of scale it's happening now. There's often a big difference between life's many tragic and heartbreaking types of hate and a cultural moment this raw, visceral, constant, and unilateral.

This is a hard place to be. We're all going to be a bit more prone to lines of thinking that are clouded by emotion or fear or personal history, and it's tough to try and respect that within yourself without letting it overtake you.

I'm glad you're still asking questions and seeking new lines of thought, and I hope that you're able to find peace in uncertainty that humanizes people in this time of uncertainty being used to traumatize people.

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bi-privilege · 6 years

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we had very few catholics in the area i grew up, and now that i have interacted with a few of them, i have discovered that they truly run the gammot from “god and religion are Very Serious” to “we stole holy water from a basilica on a road trip so we could exorcise a hockey arena so the team would stop sucking”

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goodverbsonly · 2 years

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2021 Wrap Up

Three Star Books

The Power of the Dog by Don Winslow: is this, in some ways, a very well executed crime novel, that highlights the human misery caused by the drug war? Yes! Is it also an exciting action packed book, with human, grounded characters? Also yes. So what’s the problem, exactly. The problem is that it took me three months to read, and the starting and stopping and the sheer girth of it didn’t make me every supper psyched to pick it back up.

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson: Another disappointment, since I actually loved another book in this series, Lila. This book is about the pastor that Lila marries, who is old when she marries him, and his death. He is writing letters to his son in the days before he dies, so that his son, who is basically still a baby, will have something to remember him by. And this format doesn’t work for me the same way as a regular prose novel would have. Also -- many characters, hard to keep track of in an audiobook.

A Man Called Ove by Frederik Backman: beloved by both of my parents, for different reasons (my dad just thinks it’s good, but Ove reminds my mom of my dad and she thinks it’s sweet); It is sweet. But it’s just. It’s just...

The Dogs I Have Kissed by Trista Mateer: fine. poems run the gammot from really bad to pretty good but what else can be expected of tumblr poetry (and I have a sneaking suspicion that that’s exactly what this is, written at the height of Tumblr Poetry).

On Tyranny by Timothy Snyder: this isn’t bad per se. It does have 20 important lessons about authoritarianism in the 20th century to extrapolate to the 21st. But it for some reason tries to obfuscate that it’s about Trump, and in doing so completely simplifies it’s main premise, as well as Hamlet. I don’t even remember the quote he used from Hamlet, but he tried to claim that Hamlet was a completely moral character who was brought down by his disgust for the state of his country, and like, yeah, that’s maybe 20% of Hamlet’s problem, bro.

Middlegame by Seanan McGuire: I’m fundamentally annoyed by the amount of both cynicism in this book as well as the amount of work that went into it. Simply put, not the fantasy for me. I hate the characters and more than that, I hated the narrators. AND it’s too long. AND it believes itself to be more important and more spectacular than it is. If you like this book, then fine, but it is not a work of great literature or a work of great fantasy.

Trust Exercise by Susan Choi: this book is impossible to understand if you stop reading it, which is fine, because books need to be read in full to be understood. But also, even though I read it only a month and a half ago, I do not remember the resolution of this book.

In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado: this was good! but it needed to be either memoir or social science, and it’s insistence on doing both weakens both aspects. The second person works well.

The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennet: frustrating but easy to read. Beautiful prose. Plot, unremarkable, characters, will fade with time.

Dearly: New Poems by Margaret Atwood: same kind of problem- poems are a mix; some really good some unbelievably bad.

Some Things I Still Can’t Tell You: Poems by Misha Collins: Misha Collins, my mortal enemy, wrote a completely serviceable books of poems. Yes it weirds me out that he’s essentially monetizing his divorce, that he ANNOUNCED his separation in the forward of this book. But, aside from that, and aside from basically everything else about him, the poems are a steady stream of “This is pretty good!” He undercuts himself a lot, which shows more of a lack of confidence in his own writing than the overconfidence that a lot of other poetry has.

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