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sunbeamah · 4 months

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Deleted Scene from Trouble in Tokyo #1

I've deleted 1000s of words from TIT (yes it's a very fortunate acronym I know), and I thought, why not post some? For context, this is a no curses Fushiita highschool AU where Yuuji has four brothers including twin Sukuna! He's also a bit oblivious here.

TIT deleted scenes 2 and 3

Yuuji had somehow, unfortunately, attracted the undying loyalty, overbearing friendship and unlimited attention of Todo Aoi.

A third year student who took Yuuji under his wing during winter sports day, Todo was fond of bringing up memories and times in their lives they did not at all share together.

Sure, he was a great mentor for the athletics stuff, and he was built as all hell, but Todo was also… Very intense.

“Brother!” He threw his arm over Yuuji’s shoulder, showing him a test paper.

“Another 100! Do you think I should bring this to Takada-chan at her next Tokyo handshake event?”

“Hmm.” Yuuji said noncommittally. “Isn’t that kind of conceited?”

Todo made a choking noise. Then, he tightened his arm around Yuuji’s neck and Yuuji was making a choking noise, too.

“You are right, my brother. In the world of Takada-chan, she is surrounded by success. If I show her this test grade, not only do I show my immaturity, to still be in high school, but I also show that I am nothing but a drop in the ocean of success she sails through…”

He said it all while looking far into the distance. Thankfully for Yuuji’s windpipe, he did end up looking back down at him.

At the same time, someone came to a stop in front of them.

“Itadori,” a Yuuji would’ve perked up at the familiar voice if he could have. “Is this guy bothering you?”

“Who are you?” Todo asked.

Fushiguro didn’t answer, but Yuuji could imagine the look on his face.

“Hey, weird-looking guy.” Todo said. “What’s your type of woman?”

“Huh?”

“I asked, what’s your type of woman? If you’re into men that’s okay, too.” He said. “By the way, my type is a tall woman with a big ass!”

Fushiguro didn’t answer for a while.

“Quickly. Depending on your answer, I may or may not have to punt you.”

“… I don’t have a particular preference. As long as they have unshakeable character, I can’t ask for more.” Fushiguro said. Yuuji couldn’t see, but Fushiguro didn’t take his eyes off of him all the while.

Todo didn’t say anything for a while. Then, he released Yuuji.

And cracked his knuckles.

“I knew you were boring!” Todo said, and Yuuji just barely tackled him in time to save Fushiguro from 91kg of pure whoop ass crushing him into the dirt.

“Fushiguro also likes short guys with big boobs! That’s just his women type!” Yuuji said.

“Huh?”

“Yeah! He’s shy about it is all!” He defended. Todo glanced between him and Fushiguro, calculating.

Yuuji glanced back at Fushiguro, trying to tell him with his eyes to play along. Fushiguro’s entire face was red and his wide eyed look was as funny as it was concerning. What, did Yuuji get it right or something?

“Yuuji.” Todo said, sounding serious. “What’s your type in men?”

He didn’t see, but Fushiguro stiffened behind him.

“Uhh, well… I guess if I had to put it into a type… I like tall, dark and handsome guys with a Dorito body shape!”

“Impeccable answer as always, my brother.” Todo said, grinning at him broadly.

“I cannot fault your preference for men.” Todo said, turning a much more sly grin onto Fushiguro. “I understand you better now, Fushiguro-kun. And I want you to know— you will have to earn my approval for my brother here.”

Yuuji heard a smack, and looked back to see Fushiguro facepalming. He glanced between the two of them, knowing he’s probably missed something pretty big. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what.

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the-pontiac-bandit · 3 years

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Kalasin + sword

Kalasin would call herself a fair hand with a sword. Had she been a knight, she could have been great. She still dreamed, sometimes, of her blade flashing through the air like Alanna the Lioness’, its speed causing the air to sing in its wake as she fought the Realm’s enemies in the same royal armor her brother wore. Instead, though, she had trained doggedly, her mother putting a sword in her hand and shoving her off to find a knight to practice with. Sir Raoul had been patient and encouraging. Sir Geoffrey hadn’t gone easy on her, even when she was a girl of only twelve, still tripping over her own feet more often than not. Sir Alanna--Kalasin’s favorite adoptive relative was Aunt Alanna everywhere except the training yards--was fierce and difficult to please, encouraging her to be stronger, faster, better. Sir Gareth was Kalasin’s personal favorite, though, because while the others had left her, sometimes one at a time, others all at once, off in a service she’d never perform, Sir Gareth was at the practice courts each morning she was at the palace, sword in hand, ready to teach.

She thought of all of her teachers as she unpacked her sword. Her new chambers were tastefully decorated in the Tortallan style. It felt familiar and comforting, in the midst of this new palace where everything was strange. She suspected her husband-to-be must have had a hand in it--even in the short three days she’d known him, he’d shown himself to be far more kind and considerate than she’d imagined possible of anyone whose title was your Imperial Majesty. Her sword shone, having been polished with care by her youngest brother Jasson as he sat on her bed at home and pretended to help her pack. She traced the enamel raven on the hilt for a moment, finding comfort in its grooves and contours, the same textures she’d felt on the weapons of her loved ones for longer than she could remember. She’d never thought to appreciate it before, but suddenly, her throat felt tight at the thought of playing with the hilt of her father’s dagger while he perched her on one hip, at the memory of sprinting through the winter snows at the palace, her first sword, a Midwinter gift from Aunt Alanna, held triumphantly in her fist.

To shake off the feeling, she pulled off her veil--an unpleasant necessity she hoped to eliminate from Carthaki fashion as soon as she’s been crowned--and kicked off her delicate Carthaki slippers. Her chambers were large, easily large enough for a few simple passes. She was certain she would not be allowed to train publicly in this new, strange land, but even His Imperial Majesty could not prevent her from practicing here.

She began one of the drills she knew best, warming up her muscles with the simple combinations of blocks and strikes. The warm air felt suffocating, daring her lungs to burn as she pushed her body further. She felt the pins holding her hair back fall, heard them clatter onto the stone floors, but she only paused long enough to kick them under her bed, where they wouldn’t cause her to trip. She’d intended only to swing the blade once or twice, to loosen her shoulders in an attempt to loosen the knot she felt in her chest, but the harder she worked, the more relief she found. Her straining muscles, exhausted by the weight of the weapon and the weight of her heavy dress, worthy of an empress, protested each pass. Her calves burned, unused to the exercise after days at sea, followed by days of pretending to be a proper and worthy bride. Despite the pain--or perhaps because of it--she found herself starting to grin, her breath coming harsh between her teeth.

The knock on her door was loud, loud enough to startle her. By its insistent tone, she guessed that her guest had knocked several times, but that she had been too engrossed in her swordplay to notice. She spared a moment’s regret for her hair, cascading down her back in an unladylike tangle, and for her veil, which would take minutes to affix properly to her head, before she opened the door, doing her best to control her breath.

It was Kaddar. She could have sworn, for just a moment, she saw a hint of surprise in his dark eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, if it was ever there--he could hide his emotions better than any Yamani, she’d discovered in her days at the Carthaki court. His eyes flicked down, to the sword still in her hand, his expression unreadable.

She dropped the sword, wincing as it clattered to the floor, and bent her protesting legs in a deep curtsy. “Your Imperial Majesty, to what do I owe the honor?”

“Please, don’t,” was his reply, even as he bowed deeply in return. “Lady Lynette mentioned that you’d chosen to unpack your belongings yourself, and after the meeting with the goldsmiths’ guild, I thought I’d come offer my aid.” He smiled then, a true smile that reached his eyes. It warmed them, making him seem far more like the gangly teenager that Daine had described in agonizing detail to a nervous Kalasin than the self-assured emperor who had met her on the docks.

“Oh,” was all Kalasin could manage for a moment, doing her best to hide her shock. She could hear the Countess of King’s Reach groaning good-naturedly at Kalasin’s inarticulate response, but the Countess was now an ocean away. “I would never expect such help from Your Imperial Majesty,” she replied courteously. “But if you wish to join me in my chambers, I’d welcome your esteemed company.” She patted her back internally at the response, proud to salvage her initial shock.

“Truly, it’s Kaddar,” he smiled, stepping through the doorway. Kalasin stepped back, allowing him to pass, but instead he paused at her side. He bent down and picked up her sword, examining it with care and a hint of awe in his guarded eyes. “You fight?”

Kalasin’s hand went to her hair, intending to twirl a strand--a nervous habit she thought she’d shaken years ago only to discover it had returned with her move to Carthak--and found instead that the combination of fallen braids and complex swordplay had rendered it a veritable birds’ nest. “I was trained on the sword,” she replies, pausing for a fraction of a second as she weighed his name against his title before deciding to avoid addressing him entirely. “I still find joy in the practice, although I certainly would never expect to use it in combat.”

“Would you show me?” he asked, in a tone devoid of all imperial grandeur. It was not a command, not even an imperial request. It was kind, and he sounded as though he was already prepared for her to politely demur and redirect the conversation.

She knew that she could refuse, knew that every lady in both the Tortallan and Carthaki courts would have thought her mad not to. Instead, though, she reached a hand out for her sword. He handed it back wordlessly, retreating to take a seat on a chaise in the corner while she took a moment to shake out her shoulders.

She began one of her more complex drills, praying to the Goddess she wouldn’t stumble on the unfamiliar floors or take a chunk out of her beautiful teak four-poster a few feet away. If she was showing him she could fight, she intended to show him, after all.

She could see her blade flash in front of her, but she knew better than to follow its path. She kept her eyes trained ahead, utilizing the wardrobe a yard in front of her as an imaginary foe. It would not serve, Sir Geoffrey had reminded her over and over, to be distracted by the beauty of the blade and lose track of one’s opponent. She was light on her toes, thanks to hours of drills with the surprisingly agile Sir Raoul, and sure in her movements, thanks to Sir Gareth’s consistency in her training. Sir Alanna’s speed, and the wickedness with which she fought, were imbued in her style, and in the slashing strike with which she finished the drill, drawing the blade halfway across her body before whipping it back around her left side to finish with the point directly at the wardrobe’s imaginary throat.

She stood, truly panting now, as Kaddar started to laugh. She felt her cheeks burn as she moved to the bed and re-sheathed her sword. She put off looking at him, staring at the enamel raven for another few seconds until it would have been rude to continue avoiding his gaze.

When she turned, though, she was surprised to find joy on his face. His laugh was not mocking, she could see. It was delighted.

“That was excellent, although I don’t know how I expected anything less, with Alanna the Lioness as your godsmother. You’re quite a sight with a blade in hand,” he grinned. “And I’ve no doubt you could hold your own against any Carthaki knight.”

“Thank you,” she replied as she felt the shame sliding off her shoulders, leaving them feeling light despite the strain she’d just put on them. Her muscles still burned, her lungs still screamed for air, but she’d once again found the wide, genuine smile she’d had alone in her chamber.

Another knock on the door startled them both this time. He rose to open it, and she could see from behind that his shoulders fell. His prime minister was at the door, looking frantic with a large stack of papers weighing down his arms. Kaddar turned back to her, the disappointment even clearer on his face.

“I have to go, it seems. But I practice the sword each morning at the first bell after dawn, at the practice court on the southwest corner of the training yards. I’d really appreciate the company, as all my current sparring partners are far too concerned about my status to give me a proper fight.”

“I’d like that,” she replies, a small warmth filling her chest where it had felt knotted with grief that morning. “I’ll do my best to provide a challenge,” she paused again before adding, "Kaddar.”

#carrie answers #persephoneofhades #my writing #tortall #tamora pierce #kalasin of conte #kaddar iliniat #WHOOPS GUESS WHO SAID 100-1000 WORDS #AND THEN IMMEDIATELY WROTE 1700 #THATS RIGHT ITS ME #anyway feel free to send me more of these if y'all want (i have some i'll work on this week!)#also proofreading is for babies we don't do that here #so sorry if there are errors haha

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jensonsbuttons · 3 years

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hi! uhm, so for the prompts. 5 and 9? is it okay to do doubles? 😅 if not, just one of the two. i’d go for sebson but you can pick another pairing if not 😬 thanks :D

hello hello lore of course!! this was...well, it's a rough way of including the prompts but oh well i had fun with it so i hope you and anyone who reads has fun with it as well :D

and yes i'm still answering prompts if anyone wants to send one in!

pairing: sebson

prompt: "i hate it, thanks" & "of course its happening"

word count: 750

whoops I didn’t give this a rating first go around uhhh t again cause of alluding to more adult themes? Sure

“I hate it, thanks.”

Seb blew a raspberry and brushed off the comment. “You don’t even know what it’s supposed to be and yet you say you hate it.”

“Oh, I know what it is, Seb. But last I checked you said we were going out tonight and a blindfold is never included in plans when we go out so I get to hate it cause there’s no point to this blindfold,” Jenson finished as he waved around the piece of cloth.

“There is a point.”

Jenson waved his hands in a go-on fashion.

“So you aren’t able to see of course!” Sebastian finally responded much to Jenson’s dismay. The older man let out a loud sigh.

“Yes but can’t I just put my hands over my eyes? You really had to put this idea in my head?”

“You’ll peek.”

“No I won’t!”

“Yes you will.”

Jenson hopped up on the kitchen counter.

“Maybe, but really? A blindfold?”

“I knew you didn’t like surprises but I didn’t think it’d be this bad,” Sebastian mumbled to himself before sliding over in front of Jenson and placing his hands on his knees.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

Sebastian laughed and then laughed some more. “You have to have figured out that this is all a surprise, yes? I’m not telling you anything.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jenson followed Sebastian down to their car.

“Great, now put the blindfold on.”

“Bossy,” Jenson muttered. “You know, I’ll still be able to tell left and right. And I’ve got a pretty good idea of distances.”

“You’re still not going to figure it out,” Seb replied with a smile on his face.

Sebastian drove off and did his best to trick Jenson. He didn’t even know how well Jenson was able to track where they were going but he didn’t want to risk anything.

Finally, after an hour of driving, Seb pulled off the main road and onto a gravel road. Jenson guessed they’d driven about 1000 feet before Sebastian put the car in park and opened the passenger side door.

“Hold out your hands. Come on, Mr. Sat-Nav,” Sebastian commanded.

“Sat-nav?” Jenson questioned as he followed instructions, only to have himself hoisted out of the car. Sebastian then put his hands on Jenson’s hips and began to march him forward.

“Yes. ‘Oh, we just turned left. We just went 100 feet.’ I mean, honestly, Jenson, you’re like a sat-nav but one that tells me what we did instead of what we need to do.”

“Sounds like a terrible device,” Jenson replied with a smile. “You know, we’ve been together for how long and your impression of me still hasn’t gotten better?”

“It’s a fantastic impression.”

“Hmm, I’ll be the judge of that. Are we there yet?”

“Almost. Hold on,” Sebastian held Jenson in place until he was at his side. “Take a step up… and another… and another.”

“That’s wood steps. Are we at a cabin? I knew it. You’re going to leave me out in the woods since you’ve grown tired of me.”

“You have gotten more annoying since you retired,” Seb quipped before holding Jenson still again. He ran towards the door and instructed Jenson to take a few more steps forward, laughing when the Brit almost ran into the doorpost but helping him correct his course.

Finally, Sebastian flipped a light switch.

“Does that mean I can take the blindfold off?”

“Yes, yes, go ahead.”

Jenson hesitated, reaching up and slowly raising the cover.

“Surprise!” He heard from a chorus of voices, forcing him to lift the blindfold completely. Shock and awe were written on his face as he began scanning the large crowd that had formed in… well, whatever location Seb had taken him to. The crowd consisted of friends and family and Jenson had a suspicion looking at the decorations exactly why Seb had gathered them at the cabin.

“Wha– but– this can’t be happening!”

“Of course this is happening.”

“But—”

“Everyone is here to celebrate. Party tonight, maybe go skiing or off-roading tomorrow.”

“Where even are we?”

“Not too far from a city so if you really wanted to party, there’s that option too. Not so good with your navigation skills now, are you?”

Jenson shook his head but it didn’t matter. He still had the biggest smile on his face from Sebastian throwing all of this together.

“Are you happy?” Seb asked as he wrapped an arm around Jenson’s waist.

“Immensely.”

“Good. Happy birthday, Jenson.”

#my writing #my god...my endings are still so bad #'after all this time?' yes absolutely actually they are still bad #tbf i also...just...haven't written in a good solid few months so this is more of a way to get me back in the mood hopefully #sebson #if you guys send something in a) i will appreciate it a lot but b) be warned it may not be answered quickly #lorehdz #answered

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twiststreet · 3 years

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As a fan of manga (mostly everything Tezuka), I'm intrigued by your comments about One Piece, but my assumption is it HAS to be at least PRETTY GOOD to be as popular as it is and to have run as long as it has. I'd be interested in more detailed posts about it, as well as how you recommend reading it, if you do. On a somewhat related note, today I started reading all of Batman. Planning to go from 1939 to 1999, when I first picked up the comics.

Whoops I wrote a lot; sorry:

I’m 615 chapters in out of 1000 (and in the middle of the Fish-Man Island saga which I think fans rank as either the worst or second-worst arc)(the other worst one, this bad tournament arc, I’ve already gotten past)... so I guess I have a lot to say, but you know, nothing especially original, just...

There’s a stretch (namely, the Water 7 arc all the way through Marineford) that is a hall of fame stretch. He drops like 5-6 arcs that just land perfect right in row (though it’s hard to imagine it ever reaching the heights of the second arc in that series, Ennies Lobby ever again). But that being said, it’s a little funny to tell anyone “Oh it takes 150 chapters to get really good” (that’s at least 2000+ pages of comics) let alone, that the A+ stuff starts 300 chapters in. A chapter of One Piece only takes a minutes or so to read, if that, but it’s still a big ask. People used to get angry if you told them that Deadwood only gets good after 3-4 hours, so...

But that stretch is ... not “life-affirming” but... it touches a very old part of my brain in a very satisfying way.

I had a whole long post I deleted because I thought it was boring, but... when I was into classical American superhero comics, the thing I’d constantly be nerdiest about is that there was this Great Possibility, to do something truly epic in that space which I didn’t think had been done. There’s been a few novels (Watchmen, the Enigma) but not that many. And American superhero comics don’t really have a Lord of the Rings or a Star Wars or, an example for me as a kid even though I hadn’t read all the books was the Gunslinger books (or sure, The Stand if The Stand had maybe a different ending? I don’t know-- I’m not watching the TV show but I don’t really remember that ending fondly). The epic driven by a creator who is creating his own personal mythology, basically. Most of the genre is tied to pre-existing universes which foreclose that as a possibility and people who work outside those universes tend to just make shit like that Peter Cannon thing or Supreme or whatever that comments back on those universes...

Maybe you could argue the Hickman X-Men thing but for me, everyone after Claremont on X-Men is just inheriting so much from Claremont that... It means very little to me. It’s not a personal mythology. Same with Crisis. The closest to me comics came was Kirby with the 4th World, but... Carmine Infantino shut that down. And the Claremont run itself is ... an interesting discussion, but again, Bob Harras. But back before Watchmen 2, back when I thought comics could be this thing that improve over time (haha), I’d look for that (or for any ambition! any!) and just gave up as time went on. The careerist generation came in; the ambitions shrank even further; etc., to where I’m at now where my attitude generally with comics is “that’s nice; who care; so, is your wife dating anyone right now, what’s her story?”

But then One Piece ... One Piece, of all things, becomes this epic thing! And it’s great! I was right that it would be great!!! I was right! (My favorite thing to be!).

Not at first-- at first the formula is “Wacky Pirates go to an Island, they find out something sad is going on in the Island, a character acting extremely emotional causes the biggest fight possible which goes on for 50 chapters, and then they leave the island and maybe take someone with them.” And that’s a lot of big arcs... until little by little, tiny bit by tiny bit, Oda’s built up this world. And then that world starts to become the story. And that’s still kind of the formula but... but then they’re stakes.

The archetypal shonen cliche story is “a boy wants to be the best in the world at something”, right, but what One Piece does (and I haven’t read as much as other people so I don’t know how common this is, I haven’t read Naruto or Bleach, neither of which I’m too excited to check out, though i think david brothers vouches for Bleach heavy so I’ll probably give that one a shot), what One Piece does is sees how that would necessarily become a political struggle eventually. Because what does it mean to be the best in the world at something when there’s an entire world out there already in operation, and built around you not being the best in the world, built around someone else being that...

And then there’s just this amount of worldbuilding that goes on, that is so slowly fed out over those first 300 episodes that you don’t even notice it... Until suddenly around Water 7, these bigger forces have now noticed our wacky pirates, and are shifting around them and getting upset about them. Culminating in this arc called Marineford that ... again not as good as Ennies Lobby but... I don’t think there’s a comparable arc in American comics to Marineford. The scale of that one... The fact he managed to draw that on a weekly basis!

While still being a goofy kid’s pirate comic. It’s funny. The power sets are all really silly, but in a way that reminds of how kids play more than a Dragonball thing. (He takes like 400-500 chapters to even get to a Dragonball-style levelling up concept, which I thought was pretty patient of him). But within that, I’m enjoying it now in a very Claremont way of... there now not just being these scrappy outcast heroes I’m rooting for, but an entire universe of people around them, with their own agendas, that I have varying levels of investment in.

There’s this saying that the Golden Age of science fiction is 12 years old, the idea being that’s the age where stuff lands with you the hardest because it’s all NEW for you. But the thing is if you’re really immature (lifts hand)... I think part of things is you run out of the Good Stuff. I go back and look at old Chris Claremont X-Mens and if I somehow find one I’ve never read before (and this was the lesson of Dazzler in Hollywood for me), I’m still right there, it still lands with me, there just aren’t that many people who can actually land that plane. Once Scorcese is gone, what gangster movies are people going to be watching? Blow? Savages? Kubrick only made the movies he made. People add a little every year, but the really good stuff is rare.

And so when I’m looking at One Piece and I’m enjoying it the way I’d enjoy a Claremont X-men comic (even if aesthetically it’s a VERY different thing-- sexless and not as weirdo-operatic and less violent and more childish and definitely younger-skewing)... but that I’m getting that same thrill of “oh this comic is a portal to this entire fictional universe this guy made up and that kind of exists now thanks to this (kinda disturbing I guess it turns out) guy” to me is... Not “life affirming” that’s not the right word but... It feels good on my brain to know. Because then being sour and grouchy isn’t just me getting older and the inevitability of age-- then it’s just... People need to make better shit!!! Or I need to do a better job not wasting my time on, you know, an industry that’s not built to deliver what I need as a reader...

I mean, I’ve been saying for more than 10 years, I should just quit American comics and just be one of those guys to switch to manga. And I’m not 100% there because... I mean, because of Copra and because of like an extremely small list of things that aren’t Copra. (I just signed for Kate Beaton’s Patreon). But... I’m 95% there, and it’s been great, and I just feel dumb for not having done it earlier.

One Piece has big problems, too. (There’s a whole “Sanji meets drag queens” thing that’s very much not landing with me right now). I don’t think you can ever top Ennies Lobby because Ennies Lobby is about convincing a suicidal person whose been betrayed their whole life that life’s worth fighting for-- there’s never going to be an emotional engine to the story that’s as good as that one. It’s trying to work its way back to a “normal One Piece story” in this Fish arc and it’s... I want to see it level up again! The core cast is just a little too big (it really didn’t need Bones). I think the shonen model generally creates a sort of “power arms race” where it’s like constantly “oh you learned how to crush mountains with your dick in the last arc? Well, too bad our mountains are made of diamonds now” escalations that ... feel a little like a treadmill as opposed to a story. I feel like it needs to kick into a Second Act, after the big ending of that first Act at Marineford. And just... I don’t know how it can keep topping some of these fights, and think it’d get to be diminishing returns to find out. But...

A “team of buddies versus the world” is already a great thing for a story to be about, and it’s just really satisfying having One Piece having the “the world” part of that equation being so complicated and varied and colorful. It’s like if the Ocean’s 11 gang had to rob an overwhelming-more-powerful global crime syndicate, with multiple competing factions, while still convincing Julia Roberts to love them-- they just robbed Andy Garcia and I watch that movie like once a year.

(And thematically, the comic-- it’s not deep, but it’s basically got an anti-authoritarian streak to it, which I think is important for a kid comic to have. It’s a pirate comic and you can’t really do a pirate comic without being like “fuck the cops” at least a little bit. The pirate thing is interesting because it basically means that there’s always a discussion going on about what it means to be free, though I think sometimes the comic doesn’t really reckon with that-- it sometimes falls back into “well if there was a good monarch though” thinking... but there being good pirates and bad pirates and good government characters and bad ones, I like that... and the very worst characters just being rich assholes... yeah, good lessons in One Piece for the kids!!).

That and I just like how that dude draws. He’s not doing some dreary realism thing-- the layouts are fun without being showy or confusing-- he really improves as the series goes on (though some of the recent stuff I’ve seen hasn’t looked as good, but I’m not sure if I’m seeing low-quality scans or he’s been thrown a loop cause of COVID or what). I’ll always put up with a boring stretch in a comic if someone, like, crosshatches an arm in a way that I find interesting, so that probably distorts how I read One Piece too...

I could go on and on, basically because ... goddamn, what else do I have to talk about, ughhh. But yeah: that’s why I think it’s popular-- it’s the worldbuilding. It’s 100% the worldbuilding. (By which I’d include that it has this massive cast, that i can keep kinda clear in my head, not all of whom want the same things, etc.)(though also geographically-- there are maps and everything)... But recommend it? I don’t know-- I mean... It’s a little kid’s pirate comic. There’s a THOUSAND of them. It’s more modern than a Tezuka thing-- it’s jumping off more from Toriyama than Tezuka, and that’s a different vibe. It’s like not something you can just “recommend”-- it’s a major time sink. I’d recommend Chainsaw Man first to someone with my age and background because even though it has its own flaws, it’s more “age appropriate” and there are only 90 chapters, and it’s got that rad stretch about 20 chapters in so you see the “good part” faster...

#one piece #Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?

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