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Chasing Shadows
As of Chapter 397 of Hunter x Hunter, I'm no longer certain the Phantom Troupe is responsible for the Kurta massacre. In this post, I’ll explain why I hold this belief, who I think might be responsible, and why Kurapika’s revenge mission may be even more misguided than we thought.
Asking the Question
As I touched on in my analysis of Chapter 393, it’s a common writing tactic to have characters ask questions the readers should be asking themselves. Togashi employs this strategy frequently. On the Black Whale, Hisoka has been asked three times about his identity, but he has never definitively answered.
In a similar vein, the Troupe has been asked twice about whether they were responsible for the Kurta clan massacre.
Chapter 81:
Chapter 116:
In both cases, the Troupe gave a non-response. In fact, it’s Kurapika who repeatedly assigns blame to the Troupe, and he’s not exactly the most reliable source.
Uvogin does claim to remember something resembling the Kurta massacre, but it’s possible this was an act.
He refers to the event in only vague terms, using the knowledge that Kurapika has already provided him. As for the details he does provide, they are dubious at best. Uvo claims the Kurta were "pretty powerful", and while that may be true, it doesn't really add up. He also says Chrollo took “quite a liking” to the Scarlet Eyes which is just... weird. It suggests a shallow, materialist view that Chrollo has never expressed.
In Chapters 397, it’s revealed that the Troupe planned to garner a nasty reputation in order to protect Meteor City.
This is all wrapped up in an allegory about acting. The Troupe want to “play the role of villains”, especially Uvogin.
It’s even in the name: Phantom Troupe. As in not real, fake, an illusion. I’m not saying the Troupe are completely free of wrongdoing, but it would have been in their interest to claim credit for the massacre (even if they didn’t actually do it).
On that note, it’s very possible Uvo was fibbing to Kurapika during their fight—playing the villain to antagonize him.
Sheila ‘the Good’
At first glance, Kurapika’s backstory chapters seem to unmistakably peg the Phantom Troupe as the culprit. Sheila’s actions are especially suspicious, as she seems to reinjure herself several times, suggesting she is faking her injury.
Not to mention, at the end of the chapter, the traveler who discovers the massacre is said to be a woman.
All of this is meant to lead the reader to the conclusion that the Phantom Troupe committed the atrocity with the help of Sheila.
However, Chapters 395-397 paint a very different picture of Sheila. We learn that Sheila actually has a tendency to injure herself while walking, and this could very well explain her behavior in Kurapika’s Memories.
Her right leg is perennially in a cast because she keeps re-injuring it.
We also learn that Sheila was the closest to the Sarasa, whose death catalyzed the Troupe’s descent into villainy.
Sheila says, ‘we’re a package.’ Then she trips again.
Hyping up her friend.
Sheila is the first to offer Chrollo help in searching for Sarasa, and she is close enough to be acquainted with her nannies.
After Sarasa’s death, Chrollo plans to play the villain, enacting revenge on her killers and protecting Meteor City. Sheila disapproves of Chrollo’s plan, and she leaves Meteor City with a dejected expression.
Chrollo himself admits that Sarasa would not condone their plan, and it’s likely that, given how close they were, Sheila objects for the same reasons.
Replace Sarasa with Pairo here. Kurapika and Chrollo are very similar...
In general, flashback Sheila is shown to be a very kind, sympathetic character. It’s possible she gave D Hunter to Kurapika and Pairo out of generosity, which is impressive considering her attachment to the book and her lack of personal belongings.
The official translation for the top-right panel “I don’t really have much. In return, let’s see...”
The Manner of the Massacre
Whether or not Sheila was involved, there is still a major piece of evidence connecting the Troupe to the massacre. The second half of the Law of Retribution, a saying associated with Meteor City, is left behind at the scene. However, if we look at the manner of the massacre, it more closely resembles the work of the mafia. Consider the similarities between the genocide of the Kurta and the murder of Sarasa.
Decapitation, mutilation, a note left at the crime scene.
Decapitation, mutilation, a note left at the crime scene.
Additionally, Chrollo describes Sarasa’s murder as a “show” put on by the perpetrators.
When you think about it, this is very similar to how the Kurta massacre is described, not to mention Pairo’s beheading paralleling Sarasa’s.
Was the Kurta massacre a “show” as well? It’s possible the mafia’s intention was to frame the Troupe, but the message may also have been left behind as a statement. It’s not out of character for the mafia to respond to transgressions in this way.
The Troupe can “take away” Meteor City as a source for trafficking, but Sarasa’s killers can simply take their dealings elsewhere. It’s a twisted interpretation of the Law of Retribution—taking it and spitting it back at the Troupe.
A Synthesis of the Arts
Whoever orchestrated the Kurta massacre wanted the Scarlet Eyes and decided to behead the villagers. While the Scarlet Eyes would be valuable to anyone involved in the Black Market, the showmanship of the massacre and the use of decapitation fits more closely with a certain Kakin prince.
The theory that Tserriednich has Pairo’s head begins to make a lot of sense. He didn’t buy it on the black market... he’s the original owner! It also explains why he has the Scarlet Eyes. He owns quite a few of them but may have sold the others.
I believe the mafia group responsible for Sarasa’s death and the murder of the Kurta, in this case, is the Hei-Ly. Not Morena’s Hei-Ly, but the Hei-Ly she overthrew prior to boarding the Black Whale. Everything surrounding Sarasa’s murder and the Kurta massacre fits Tserriednich’s profile.
In Chapter 397, Chrollo concludes that Sarasa’s killers recorded her death and will disperse them on the newly developing dark web.
In Chapter 343, we learn that Tserriednich was identified as the eyes’ owner because he posted a video of them on the dark web.
It especially makes sense that Tserriednich would be interested in putting the disembodied Kurta on display, given his nature.
Finally, Tserriednich’s tattoo artist, a former Hei-Ly member, is complicit in Tserriednich’s hobby.
If the pre-coup Hei-Ly was responsible for both incidents, it adds an interesting layer to the conflict on the lower decks of the Black Whale and the conflict between Kurapika and Chrollo.
Note: In Yorknew, Feitan and Paku are very vague about it, but at least seem aware the massacre occured. Chrollo reasons Kurapika has come for the eyes and revenge, presumably against the Troupe. Chrollo's reasoning definitely makes it seem like they are at least aware they could be perceived as responsible.
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parting is such sweet sorrow 。
19 Days (Chapter 422 Spoilers)
Mo knows that He Tian has the ability to get into a prestigious school (see: chapter 395-397; he pretty much eavesdropped on the teacher saying so), but he's a boy in love and his grades have been improving. He's putting more effort into being "better" just like he promised He Tian, so who can really blame him for being hopeful?
Mo isn't going to end at the same school as He Tian, though. He Tian knows this; he knows his time here is limited, and I suspect that's why we've been seeing him brood by himself in so many of the previous chapters.
And this one as well; considering how often He Tian chases after Mo in his free time, isn't is strange that He Tian is off somewhere by himself for a change? That ear piercing kit he's carrying in his hand, I don't know if he means to pierce Mo's ear right away (He Tian's hand isn't even fully healed yet; Mo said he wanted He Tian to pierce his ears once He Tian's "hand is better". -chapter 410)
He Tian may be holding on to the kit because it serves as a physical reminder of Mo's affection for him (see: chapter 373; I've already talked about it briefly in an earlier post.)
In chapter 348, He Tian was met by his brother at his apartment. He Cheng had gone over to inform him that they were about ready for He Tian to transfer schools; this was the same chapter where He Cheng revealed that he never did kill He Tian's dog and instead had been taking care of it. Still, this was where He Tian had to say good-bye to his beloved pet. Crouched over and embracing the dog, He Tian begs He Cheng to help him once again.
We never got to hear what the request was, but perhaps it was for He Tian to be able to stay with the group, to stay in the school, for a while longer. The scene with the dog... how much will it parallel the scene of He Tian and Mo's parting?
In chapter 374, Mo asks He Tian if he's ever thought about the future, and He Tian replies that he thinks about it every day (which, again, explains his brooding tendencies). In his school notebook, he writes, "If I go, will he be sad?"
He Tian might tell Mo in the next few chapters or he might not, but there's no escaping his fate.
They won't be spending high school together.
Credits: translations by alexc1ting & others 。
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Haikyuu!! SPOILERS: Chapter 401, How We Connect the Dots.
**PENULTIMATE SPOILERS BELOW**
I just posted a video with my live reactions to the chapter, but here are my highlights, because FURUDATE YOU MADMAN GENIUS. This chapter connected so much together. So, let’s do:
My Top 10 Thoughts on Haikyuu!! Chapter 401:
10. Of course. In true Furudate fashion, he has Kageyama block the spike from Hinata, BUT, what Kageyama doesn’t realize is all the training on the beach Shoyo has done to prepare for such a moment. And that heel kick! *swoons* Also, someone reacting to Season 4, Episode 9 of the anime, where Hinata kicks the ball back to himself called this happening all those months ago...Furudate is next level at foreshadowing. Not that we didn’t already know that.
9. Hey, remember how in the VERY FIRST chapter of Haikyuu!! Shoyo did this crazy run across the court to score? Yeah, Furudate knows we remember. And he pulls this -- and Kageyama’s beautiful reaction, only for --
-- Only for it to all be a DECOY. Kageyama, you made this monster, you know. I love that Shoyo has come all this way from wanting to score all the points to accepting that the decoy DOES have a vital role to play, and in this instance, it’s allowing Bokuto to score the winning point for the MSBY Black Jackals. Just look at that smile! And of course, Tanaka and Asahi KNOW the power of Hinata as a Decoy...because they’ve been in Bokuto’s shoes before.
8. UGH, the aftermath of that moment is glorious, which will detail down below -- but I love Shoyo and Kageyama’s interaction, though. How they’re still keeping track of each other’s wins and losses, exhausting Miya, hilariously, and showing that they’re on equal footing now, after all these years. This chapter is just cementing the last several chapters’ worth of character development.
7. ARE YOU SHIPPERS READY FOR YOUR FOOD?!
Because these next few pages were healing my shipper heart. I mean, yes, the Kagehina fanbase is raving right now, but let’s talk about THESE ships below, starting with:
Tsukishima x Yamaguchi:
So, Tsukishima, of course, is not sappy about any of this and just points out how the season’s just getting started (ready the fanfics, y’all).
And of course, Yamaguchi wants to watch Tsuki play! Yachi says she’ll come too! I LOVE how just like he was with Akiteru, he doesn’t want them to come watch (even though we all know he’ll love it when they’re there). Now, some people have commented that Yamaguchi could be with Yachi, but y’all...Yachi is in Tokyo. Yamaguchi and Tsuki both live in Miyagi. I can’t wait for all the Sendai Frog/TsukiYama fanfics!
If you’re looking for an extra Kagehina crumble, just look at the end of this adorable exchange between Romero, smol adorable Rubens, and Shoyo (who perfectly crouches down to talk to him MY HEART I CAN’T), to see Kageyama notice that Shoyo can speak multiple languages...oh, honey! If only you know about Hinata and Pedro’s marathons of DBZ in Portugese and English! ^^
Also, Furudate WE SEE YOU. We see you being meta and implying that now Haikyuu!! is over, he’s moving on...Akaashi’s line about going forward hit me hard...it’s like he’s telling us, the fandom, that going on to start something new isn’t so bad. SO YOU SAY.
BOKUAKA NATION -- WE CANON NOW, RIGHT?!
I love that Akaashi gets to interview Bokuto (IS HE GOING TO BE THE STAR of the Volleyball manga Tenma Udai is writing?! He would be PERFECT for it!) and how happy Akaashi looks, even if he and Bokuto realize how differently they view the term “normal.”
ALSO, it’s implied above that Akaashi, Bokuto, and Tenma were going out for drinks...which now....we know that it’s just Bokuto and Akaashi, since Tenma was going home. Uhm, FAN FIC WRITERS ASSEMBLE!
I also love that Udai joins the club, along with Fukurodani’s coach and manager, of people who realize that Bokuto and Akaashi are weirdos but they are weirdos together, so it’s fine.
Keeping the “Ship Train” going, we get little bits of Shimizu x Yachi from the bathhouse before the Inarizaki Match, where Kiyoko finally acknowledges she is okay showing her legs...thanks to Yachi’s words. I also find Suga wanting to know “the tea” on the situation to be adorable.
AND FINALLY, YES, Y’ALL:
I was spoiled with Kuroo’s return, but seriously, Furudate, you saved him for the end here so INTENTIONALLY.
Because OF COURSE Kuroo would work for the JVA. As a promoter. CONNECTING people...with Volleyball...because that’s the Nekoma way.
And FURUDATE ARE YOU SUGGESTING TO US THAT KUROO AND KENMA ARE BUSINESS PARTNERS AND COLLABORATORS BECAUSE MY KUROKEN HEART IS SOARING --
-- and let it be known Atsumu Miya rightfully doesn’t trust Kuroo, and neither does Sakusa. A nice SakuAtsu crumb where we actually see Sakusa agree with Miya without sacrasm or question! Poor Shoyo is a salesman’s dream, though. I mean, Kuroo does look a little sketchy in some of those shots...BUT....
6. Kuroo’s speech about sports was SO fitting. Seriously, everything he says here is BASICALLY what makes Haikyuu!! such a great series. I DID laugh out loud at the line about “hardly anybody dies.”
*Flashbacks to “Dead Daichi” meme*
5. It’s taken us the ENTIRE series, but Kageyama finally talks to Kindaichi and Kunimi. This was so heartwarming, seeing Kageyama wanting to play WITH THEM. AS A TEAM. This made my heart expand three sizes. The character development on Kageyama, and Kindaichi, is through the roof.
I also LOVE Kunimi the most in these panels. Kunimi is a MOOD.
Y’ALL. I’VE WAITED 400 CHAPTERS FOR THIS PANEL OF THESE THREE HAPPY AND BECOMING FRIENDS AGAIN.
4. I love that Hoshiumi doesn’t see Hinata as a Rival, but as someone that is going to help him show the rest of the world the strength of someone who doesn’t have height. I also find it interesting that we see the Japanese Olympic Coach walking out just as Hoshiumi gives us that beautiful gaze. So...does Hoshiumi know he’s going to be on the Olympic team, with Hinata, maybe? Foreshadowing, perhaps?
3. Okay, okay, I held it together until this page.
It wasn’t Ushijima’s panel with Washijo that got me.
It wasn’t Saeko and Akane reuniting, though that was sweet.
It wasn’t the three “Pure Captains” reuniting, though it made my heart happy.
It honestly wasn’t the five first years together, either. They’re all so happy and having a laugh at Kageyama’s expense, and as beautiful as that panel is.
SUGAWARA IN LINE TO GET KAGEYAMA’S AUTOGRAPH.
That is what got me.
Him in line, so meekly, to get the autograph of his kouhai, the man Suga joked would have to tell about how much he learned from HIM when he was giving out interviews and autographs...I just...Sugawara made me cry. That is all.
2. Then there’s this last page. 2021.
"We overcame difficulties and stand here.”
Furudate really said “screw you” to Covid messing up the timeline.
Yes, seeing Kageyama and Hinata in their original jersey numbers was amazing, but I think we all saw that coming if these two happened to get on the Olympic team.
What I want to focus on are the two countries we see included in the bottom corner here. We see:
Brazil -- and some fluffy haired man carrying the flag for the team.
And we see the United States -- there’s several American Flags and stars and stripes on the shirts of the crowd, there.
SO, HEADCANON TIME:
* Oikawa was on the Argentinean League, so could he play for Brazil? It’s not likely, but not impossible....BUT, I don’t think that’s it.
I don’t think Oikawa is on Japan’s National Team for the Olympics.
If he is on the Olympic Team, I think he’ll be on America’s.
Why? Because, and this could be because I’m the biggest IwaOi shipper, but Iwaizumi was still in the United States with Ushijima’s father at the end of Chapter 395. And if he’s still there, there is no reason why Iwaizumi couldn’t be a physical trainer alongside Ushijima’s father for the U.S. Olympic team. And why wouldn’t Oikawa trek over to the States to be on the same team as Iwa-Chan’s working with? I’m probably wrong, BUT --
We also still need to see Seijoh’s banner, and as others have theorized, how fitting would it be to see Hinata, Kageyama, and (probably) Ushijima on the team facing Oikawa? I just....I’m betting money that Oikawa shows up in 402. I hope we at least see him on the Olympic Stage. OIKAWA DESERVES IT.
1. So, who are we missing that hasn’t been shown yet?
We still need to see the rest of Nekoma (Lev, Yaku, Yamamoto, Kai....could they be in the stands or on the Japan team? I guess we’ll find out!)
We haven’t seen Daishou and Mika -- I would love to see them watching or narrating in the audience during the Olympic game.
And finally, yes, we’ve seen Tendo in the Chapter 395 flashback, but we’ve never seen what he’s DOING. Furudate has shown us with every character what they’ve been doing since the timeskip....EXCEPT TENDO. I’m calling it that he’ll appear one more time next chapter, too.
So....guys....I’m staying off of Social Media from Wednesday to Sunday next week, to prep for the last chapter and not be spoiled. I’m going to do a live reaction for YouTube, and I’ll post it here. You can see the one I did for 401 now.
Furudate, this series has been immaculate. Time for one more round.
Let’s all cry together next week.
#Haikyuu!!#Haikyuu spoilers#Haikyuu 401#Haikyuu 395#Haikyuu theory#Haikyuu time skip#Hq spoilers#thank u furudate#furudate you genius#Y'ALL I CAN'T#Kagehina#Tsukiyama#Atsusaku#Bokuaka#Tenma Udai#Bokuto#Akaashi#kageya#hinata shoyo#ushijim#Iwaizumi#Iwaoi#Oikawa#Tendo#Sugawara#Suga made me cry#yamaguchi#tsukishima#sendai frogs#MSBY Black Jackals
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Only One Choice, Chapter 2
Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic
The Hoover building is still quiet at 8 am, weary agents are sipping their second cup of coffee and wrapping their brains around the task of the day. Studying the minds of murderers, rapists and sadistic torturers is enough to spoil anyone’s breakfast, and yet they approach it clinically, objectively. The reward of knowing that you helped take a monster off the streets is barely enough to keep them going, but they do. Maybe even more than that, they live with the guilt of knowing that if they stopped, it might mean one more murdered child or assaulted woman. One more man found floating in the river. So they get up every day and do it again.
Mulder stops by A.D. Kirkbride’s office to say good morning and finds the man angrily shoving the phone back on its cradle with a plasticky crack.
“Morning, sir. Going great so far I gather?” he quips from his spot in the doorframe.
A.D. Kirkbride scoffs, running a hand through his short cropped sandy-blonde hair. Diminutive in stature, Kirkbride is someone to be taken seriously. His pointed features and gold-rimmed glasses convey the gravity of the work they do here each day in his ever-present frown.
“These goddamn worthless couriers are on my last fucking nerve,” he laments, gathering the papers on his desk into one pile with jerky, frustrated movements. “This is the third goddamn time one of them has no-showed. We need that autopsy report from Quantico today, and because this worthless fucking courier decided to get the flu or something, we have to send an agent down there to get it.” He sighs and sits back in his chair, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Can you send Agent Wilkes in here, please, so I can let him know he has to waste two fucking hours of his day driving down there?”
Mulder shrugs. “I can go get it, I haven’t even started on the Marino file yet. It’s a nice day for a drive.”
Kirkbride eyes him skeptically. “You’re a senior agent, Mulder. You’ve earned the right not to be the bitch-boy.”
Mulder laughs good-naturedly. “I appreciate that, sir, but I really don’t mind. I just got the new Radiohead cassette, it’ll give me a chance to listen to it.”
Kirkbride nods and puts his glasses back on. “I guess it’s Wilkes’ lucky day, then. It’s the autopsy report for the Dugan file, you should be able to get it from the pathologist on duty. And don’t fuck around, we need it ASAP.”
Mulder puts a hand to his chest and makes a mock-wounded face. “Me? Fuck around? I would never, sir.”
Kirkbride shakes his head with a smirk and turns back to his computer. “Get the fuck out of here, Mulder.”
It’s a beautiful late-Spring day and Mulder really does appreciate the opportunity to take a drive to Quantico, even during the morning rush hour. Removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie, he pops in the cassette and merges onto I-395 South as Thom Yorke sings Paranoid Android.
Ninety minutes later, he’s parked near the morgue; having worked out of Quantico for years before securing a spot on the small team of criminal behavioral analysts who operate out of the Hoover building, he knows his way around. He first pokes his head into the office the pathologists share and, finding it empty, he moves on to the autopsy bay. The slabs are all clean and free from corpses, which is a relief. As many crime scene photos as he’s seen, the live version always gives him the creeps. A young woman in blue scrubs is perched on a stool with her back to him, filling out a form by hand. He approaches her, speaking when he’s still several feet away so he doesn’t startle her.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for the pathologist on duty,” he says, and she swivels on her seat, her shoulder length auburn hair swinging gently with the motion.
When she turns to face him, he’s momentarily struck by how pretty she is. Her red hair is complemented by ivory skin, a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her Grecian nose. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, not unlike the morning sky he’d enjoyed on his drive down.
“I’m the pathologist on duty, how can I help you, Mr.-” she looks at him expectantly.
“Mulder, Agent Mulder,” he replies, stepping forward to offer his hand.
“How can I help you, Agent Mulder?” she asks, taking his hand with a firm, confident grip, though her palm is dwarfed by his own broad paw.
“I’ve been tasked with picking up the Dugan autopsy report. Seems like there was a snafu with the courier,” he offers, stuffing his hands in his pockets in an attempt to act casual.
She stands, and he’s again struck, but this time by how short she is, barely reaching his shoulder in her sneakers. “That’s an odd task for an agent, isn’t it?” she says as she moves to a small filing cabinet and rifles through its contents.
He moves to stand beside her, leaning against the wall. “I suppose so, but I don’t mind. Nice to take a break from profiling sociopaths now and then.” He feels his heart do a little leap at the small smile that quirks at the corner of her mouth in response. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he continues.
She turns to him, holding out a file. “I didn’t give it,” she says dryly. “It’s Dana Scully. I did this autopsy myself, actually, and I’d be interested to know what you make of it.”
He opens the file and leafs through its contents as she returns to her post on the stool, picking up her pen. She appears to see this conversation as concluded, but he doesn’t feel ready for it to end just yet.
“Ah, yes, I’ve heard a bit about this case, though it’s not one I’m assigned to. What interests you about it?” he asks as he follows her back to where she’s sat down, taking the stool beside her without invitation. She quirks an eyebrow at him, but doesn’t say anything about it.
“My findings indicate that though there is only one entry point for the stab wound, there were at least 15 distinct entries into that same location, which would suggest that the assailant stabbed him in nearly the exact same location repeatedly. I suppose I’m wondering what would possess someone to do that.”
He watches her speak with rapt attention, transfixed by the soft, sibilant S’s that pour from her pouty mouth.
“Hey Scully, do you know of any good coffee places around here?” he asks hopefully, completely changing the subject.
She gives him a curiously incredulous look. “Scully is my last name, my first name is Dana,” she answers.
He studies her for a moment, then shakes his head slowly. “You don’t look like a Dana,” he finally says.
Her eyebrows lift and he can see that she’s fighting back a smile. “Really? What do I look like then?”
“A Scully,” he says plainly, and his heart fills to bursting at the wry smile he gets in response.
She shakes her head and turns back to the form she was filling out. “There’s a place called Cafe Adamo a few minutes away that’s pretty good,” she answers his question.
“Great, are you free now?” he asks, forcing a calm demeanor even as his palms are becoming clammy.
She snaps her head up from the form to look at him with an open-mouthed expression of surprise, and he sees a bit of panic in her eyes. Not a good sign.
“Oh,” she stammers, “I’m sorry, Agent Mulder, I have a boyfriend.” Her cheeks are reddening in a devastatingly cute way.
He keeps his expression neutral, and can’t resist messing with her a little.
“I just meant as colleagues, Scully, to discuss the file,” he says matter-of-factly.
If she was blushing before, she’s morphing into a tomato now. She closes her eyes briefly and takes a breath. “I-I am so sorry, Agent Mulder, that was very presumptuous.”
He smiles broadly, no longer able to contain how much fun he’s having with this exchange.
“I’m just messing with you, Scully. I was definitely asking you out,” he admits, and her eyes go big before she deflates a little with relief, biting her lip and looking away with a soft smile on her mouth. “Thank you for this,” he says, holding up the file. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
He stands and moves to the door, stopping just before he exits. “Say hi to that boyfriend of yours for me,” he adds, “he’s a lucky guy.”
She blushes again and he takes a moment to soak up the image before he returns to his car. Tossing the file onto the passenger seat, he flips the cassette to side B and hits the road back up to Washington, finding that he can’t seem to get his mouth to stop smiling.
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She slumps through the door at half-past six, dead on her feet.
“Hey,” Ethan calls from in front of the stove, “dinner will be about twenty minutes, if you want to take a shower.”
He knows that she always likes to shower when she’s performed autopsies, not wanting the stink of the morgue to find its way onto any of their furniture.
“Thank you,” she replies, toeing off her shoes and stopping by to give him a quick kiss before she moves to the bathroom.
The hot spray of the shower is a welcome relief and she emerges feeling much more alert. They sit at the table, sharing the details of their days over shrimp scampi and white wine. They tend to be very thorough in their retelling of their workdays, and Ethan gives a play by play of a meeting with his boss before Dana tells him all about a student who challenged her in front of the class and how she shut him down. She doesn’t intentionally leave out the interaction with Agent Mulder, but it doesn’t come up somehow.
After dinner, they curl up on the couch to watch ER together. Ethan is on his back with his head propped up on the arm of the couch, and Dana fits herself into the vee of his legs, her back resting on his chest. He idly traces his fingers across her collarbone and shoulders while they watch George Clooney and Julianna Margulies grapple with being both coworkers and lovers.
This is their favorite show, and yet her mind continues to wander to those hooded green eyes, and the boyish smile that played across his pouty lower lip. He was very cute, that’s without question, but she interacts with handsome men all the time at work; why is this particular one worming his way into her brain? She shakes her head to clear the thought, then rotates her body so that she’s belly to belly with Ethan, her head resting on his chest. He kisses the crown of her head and she sighs. She’s got a good thing here, that much she knows.
Maybe she should have gotten coffee with him, though, as colleagues. Maybe.
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
stole this from @soozencreates because I’m bored lol
How many works do you have on AO3?
11
What's your total AO3 word count?
87,734
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
atla/lok, she-ra, the owl house, steven universe, tangled/rapunzel’s tangled adventure, once upon a time, and harry potter.
this isn’t the sum total of my fanfic writing experience though, just what’s on ao3 currently. a lot of my older stuff was lost when I deleted my first ff.net account. I regret that decision always.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
The Light Behind Your Eyes (395), Requiem for a Witch (273), Something About Ember Island (272), Unmasked (161), and Albus Dumbledore and the Boy Who Lived (97)
Yeah no real surprises there, The Owl House is popular right now.
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I respond to most of them, especially just after a fic has been posted. I just think it’s polite. But sometimes if a comment comes in long after the post date, I might forget to respond...or else I just haven’t checked my account in a while.
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
Hmm...Unmasked has a pretty angsty ending, but idk how many people would consider that like...sad per se, considering it’s a Shadow Weaver think piece. Broken Crowns and Crumbling Thrones also has a pretty bittersweet ending, but it’s meant to be hopeful too, so...I think I’ll give it to Unmasked.
What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
Mother, without a doubt.
Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?
Nope. Not really my thing.
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I actually have not, at least not on ao3. I’m not even sure I ever got serious hate, even when I was on ff.net...if I did I don’t remember it lol. Though there’s a project I’m working on that, if I decide to publish it, might get me some hate comments in future. If it does it’ll be from people deliberately misrepresenting the work, but eh, that’s the internet for you. We’ll see if I go through it.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Uh...I mean I wrote a brief moment in Something About Ember Island, but it wasn’t like...full on smut. It’s definitely not my forte, I don’t write a ton of romance.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have not. Though I’d be happy to attempt a Spanish translation if anyone ever wanted that. I could use the practice honestly.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but I did run a roleplay blog for five years, which is kind of the same thing. One of my old friends and I have discussed turning some of those threads into a co-written fic, but we haven’t actually done it yet because we’re both pretty busy.
What's your all-time favorite ship?
...well, it’s not actually for any of the fandoms I’ve written for, and it’s not from a show I’ve fixated on in a long time, but the ultimate OTP for me has always been and will always be Puzzleshipping from Yugioh. This baby can fit so much into it- you’ve got the darker season 0/early manga vibes, you’ve got your healthier dynamic from the second anime/later manga chapters, you have the inherent angst of one of them being the soul of a dead Pharaoh, it’s got the feels, the drama, the intense devotion to each other, and it’s gay as shit. It was also one of the first queer pairings I was ever into.
I was fascinated with these two from the time I was like, 12, and at the time I wouldn’t have known to ship them romantically because I didn’t know gay people existed, but I definitely like...I was obsessed with their relationship. I used to rent the DVD copy of the Yugi vs Pegasus episodes from Blockbuster like all the time and just watch that shit on repeat because man the puzzleship vibes in those episodes were just. on point. I watched the original Japanese episodes on youtube with the shitty Hong Kong subs and tried to decipher what was going on, because it was so different from the dumbed down English version. I couldn’t even tell you how many times I’ve re-watched the stupid fuckin Doma arc just for the angsty moments. Do you know how many episodes of children’s card games I put up with for these two. do you. do you know.
But it’s the childhood dream ship and I will never love another pairing quite like I love them.
What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?
...uh...there’s several...but honestly Albus Dumbledore and the Boy Who Lived might be the biggest regret, since I actually started publishing that one and I was pretty happy with the work I was doing. I thought it would be an easy project, since I wasn’t really going off book much, just looking at the story from Dumbledore’s perspective, but then Rowling had to go and open her mouth and ruin everything. Honestly I haven’t wanted to engage with Harry Potter since she published her transphobic manifesto- I still get a sour taste in my mouth even thinking about it these days. But maybe someday the sting of that betrayal will lessen, and I’ll be able to engage with her work again. Right now it still feels too soon, and I don’t really want to do too much with the Harry Potter fandom while she’s actively using her fortune to advocate for transphobic legislation in the UK. It just...feels wrong. And I’m not saying people can’t still engage with Harry Potter in some forms, I just...can’t make myself do it. Not yet. Probably not for a while.
please don’t give her money tho
What are your writing strengths?
Raw emotion, character introspection, and I think I’m pretty good at dialogue. Also crying moms. I write a lot of sad moms...we’re not unpacking that.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Action, actual plot that isn’t character or relationship building.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Sure? I’ve used Spanish in my Owl House fics. I don’t think it should go overboard, and I don’t love when people randomly insert Japanese words into anime fanfics, but when a character speaks a second language, it makes perfect sense to sometimes use that language.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
First on ao3, or...? Because first ever was Yugioh (in my 6th grade binder during classes lol), first published on ff.net was Harry Potter, and first on ao3 was...also Harry Potter.
What's your favorite fic you've written?
Ooh...probably Something About Ember Island. I’m pretty proud of what I did with the Gaang kids in that one. Plus I actually finished a multichapter fic, which is rare for me.
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“Back to Normal” || YEAR 3 – Ch.18 (HP au)
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Day posted: 9/9/2020
Word count: 3, 395
Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)
Rating: E for everyone
Warnings: none
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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.
This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D
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Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall set Harry down on a bed and went to talk to Madam Pomphrey. He still hadn’t stirred the whole way up the lawn or at any point through the castle. Heather, Hermione, and Ron had followed close behind, holding back tears.
They took their seats next to Harry’s bed and sat there as Madam Pomphrey mumbled angrily under her breath as she looked him over.
“ – Should have canceled that match – Like I had said – but no – ” She pushed the sheets up to Harry’s shoulders. “I’ll be back with my wand. He’s fine,” she assured them.
Ron gave Heather an arm squeeze and she nodded, taking in what she said. Harry was fine. He’s been through worse… it was only a fifty-foot drop or so.
Professor McGonagall had left with Professor Dumbledore and come back with a bundle under a grey wool blanket. She gave it to Heather and sighed heavily before walking away.
Ron checked what it was and squeaked. “It was a good broom… The best.”
“They must have canceled the match after this, wouldn’t they? How many players can you have before the game has to be canceled?” Hermione looked out the window at the storm clouds nervously.
Her question wasn’t answered until twenty minutes later when the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, all muddy and sore, came rushing into the hospital wing looking for Harry. Fred and George sat on the bed on the other side of him, joined by the three chasers, Alicia, Katie, and Angelina.
“How is he?” Fred looked at Ron for answers, seeing as Hermione was still staring out the window, avoiding looking at Harry, and Heather couldn’t do anything but stare at Harry.
Ron nodded, “He’s fine. Just knocked cold. Madam Pomphrey already went over him and gave him some kind of goo,” he made a face. “Didn’t look edible.”
“He was real lucky the ground was so soft. All that mud broke his fall,” Fred nudged George.
George sighed, “Was really worried. We thought he was dead.”
“Wood even called for a reschedule – too bad we didn’t get one,” Alicia shook her head. “Poor Harry.”
Heather had been staring at Harry’s face when she saw his eyes squeeze. She stood and got on the bed next to him, “Harry?”
His eyes fluttered open. “Ow.” He rubbed his head and winced, “Everything hurts.”
“Well you did fall from the sky, Harry,” Hermione sniffled.
“How’re you feeling, Harry?” Fred asked, leaning in closer. “You gave George quite a fright.”
George hit his arm, “I wasn’t the one shaking on my broom.”
“What happened?” Harry sat up suddenly, looking at all their faces.
“You fell. From VERY high, so lay back down.” Heather pushed him back.
“We thought… We thought you’d died,” Katie was shaking under Angelina’s arm.
Hermione sniffed again.
“Yeah, I remember that. I mean the match! What happened? Did we win?” He stared at Fred and George but they looked away, rubbing their necks. “We LOST?”
“Right after you fell, Diggory got the Snitch. He hadn’t realized what was happening below and caught it while you fell – ”
“He wanted a rematch, though. Him and Wood argued with Madam Hooch the rest of the time we were out there, but according to the rules, it’s fair – ”
“Even Wood agreed in the end.”
Harry looked around. “Where is Wood?”
“Still in the showers,” Angelina said.
Fred leaned in again, “We think he’s trying to drown himself in there.”
Fred and George laughed but Harry pressed his hands to his face and shook his head. Heather looked at them and frowned.
“It’s alright, Harry!” Fred shook his shoulder.
“You’ve never missed the Snitch before,” George reminded him.
“There had to be at least one time you did.”
Heather pulled Harry’s hands away, “You can make it up against Ravenclaw. Right?”
“Yeah!” Fred shook his shoulder again. “We lost by a hundred points so Hufflepuff just needs to lose to Ravenclaw and we have to beat both Ravenclaw and Slytherin!”
“’Cept Hufflepuff never lose to Ravenclaw…”
“Well if Hufflepuff loses to Slytherin – ”
“Sure, that’ll happen for sure but Slytherin won’t be losing to Ravenclaw so our match – ”
“You could throw it for Harry, couldn’t you. Humble Malfoy a bit –”
“Ron!” Heather glared at him.
“You don’t need to throw the match,” George reassured them. “A hundred point margin could go either way, really.”
“Doesn’t really matter yet, if you think about it,” Fred agreed.
The team left and it was just Heather, Hermione, and Ron left by Harry’s side as he stared vacantly at the ceiling above.
“Did you see Dumbledore on his way out?” Hermione was asking them. “He seemed deadly angry.”
Ron nodded. “Never seen him so mad.” He looked back at Harry, “Furious the dementors had come onto the grounds.”
They all stared at Harry, who still hadn’t moved since finding out Gryffindor had lost.
He turned to them, as if realizing they were still there. He looked around. “Did… someone get my Nimbus?”
They looked at the pile of snapped wood on the far chair.
“Well…” Heather looked at Ron.
“I-it… Broke. Snapped in half, actually.”
“What?” Harry sat up again and was pushed back down by Hermione.
“When you fell the winds carried it and… dropped it off on the Whomping Willow.” Hermione kept her hand on Harry’s shoulder, preventing him from bolting up again.
“In half? How will I play!”
“Alright, visiting time’s over.”
They were glad for Madam Pomphrey’s interruption. Heather wasn’t sure how to answer his question just yet. It seemed like they had the money for another Nimbus Two-Thousand, but how they’d get to Diagon Alley in London and purchase it before his next match was the real problem, especially if they couldn’t even go to the village just below the castle gates.
They left him to rest and while Ron and Hermione went to Hogsmeade that weekend for more candy, Heather stayed by Harry’s side, studying and playing wizard chess with him. Neither of them where any good so she spent most of the time studying and Harry sleeping.
Lots of people came by on Saturday. Hagrid brought huge yellow flowers the size of Heather’s whole head, Ginny brought a get-well card she made herself – handing it over with a furious blush, and all of the team came by again with Wood.
“Don’t blame you, Harry. It was those dementors that ruined the game,” he had said. They could tell he was telling the truth, despite his sullen face and angry eyes.
On Sunday, Harry was finally feeling better enough to sit up and talk. They were on their third attempt of wizard chess when he paused and looked at her, opening his mouth to say something and then didn’t.
“What is it Harry?”
He crossed his arms and looked down at his feet under the white sheets. “I-I saw the… grim. Again. Right before I fell.”
Heather bit her lip. She really shouldn’t be encouraging this but… “I saw it too! In the sky! Right before you fell. I couldn’t believe the clouds had really formed – ”
“It wasn’t just the clouds, Heather! The grim was actually there. In the stadium, a few seats above you.”
She stared at him. “Harry… The grim is an omen, a symbol… Not an actual living thing.”
He frowned. “But the dog, just before I almost got run over by the Knight Bus! It was there again!”
“Harry. The same thing being used as an omen makes it seem like the grim is a creature. The book says the death omen shows up in many places – it never mentions any creature actually BEING the grim.”
He raised his brow, “You’ve been doing research?”
She blushed. Just because it was ridiculous to think that Professor Trelawney was right about the grim didn’t mean she shouldn’t be studying it on her own just to be sure. Especially if it had to do with Harry and the fact that every year something horrible happens.
“I’ve been reading our textbook. So what? You should try it some time.”
Monday morning felt like the world was back to normal again. Harry was back and even Draco had ditched his sling once again. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for Draco doing constant imitations and impersonations of dementors and Harry when he fell off his broom. Of course, it had been raining so hard that he wouldn’t have been able to see anything but a falling red streak, but everyone around him still laughed anyways.
Every chance Draco had to show off his horrible acting skills, he took. During potions he had decided that the best use of his time after he’d turned in his potion was to close his robes up all the way with the hood up and go around their table booing like a ghost.
“Shove off,” Ron pushed Draco back.
Draco laughed and went back to his seat.
“Why isn’t he doing anything?” Hermione was glaring at Professor Snape for letting Draco run around like that. “If that were me – ”
“Gryffindors would be at negative five-hundred points,” Harry rolled his eyes. “He’s a Slytherin though, so – ”
Heather scoffed. “Excuse me. But if that were ME I’d be serving detention for life. And I’m a Slytherin.”
“Well I’M not looking at any progress here and if I were you, I’d stop this bickering and get back to work.” Professor Snape narrowed his eyes at them. He looked down at Heather’s potion and tisked, “Done, I presume?”
Heather nodded and ladled her potion into her jar. “It looks like Malfoy’s… Doesn’t it?”
Professor Snape chuckled and snatched the jar from her hand, stalking away. She sighed and took out her potions guide and textbook, wondering where she was going wrong.
“OOOO!” Draco was back with his arms outstretched at Harry, bobbing up and down under his black robes.
“We said quit it!” Ron picked up the crocodile heart he’d accidently left out of his potion and threw it at Draco.
It smacked him right in the face and he stumbled back, holding his cheek. “Ow! Weasley!” he growled.
“Enough! Draco, back to your seat. Weasley,” Professor Snape glared at him, “Fifty points from Gryffindor. There will be no throwing – any – potions ingredients in my classroom. Get a mop and wipe that blood before someone slips on it.”
Ron nodded and ran out of the room for a mop.
“Only Gryffindor gets points taken away?” Hermione hadn’t even bothered to raise her hand.
Professor Snape made a growling sort of noise and looked away, sitting back at his desk with his arms crossed.
The bells rang and they packed up, walking out of the class in a hurry and stopped at a suit of armor just before the Defense classroom. They waited, looking down the corridor at everyone who walked by or walked into the classroom.
“No sign of Snape.”
“That doesn’t mean he isn’t in there. Hermione, you check.”
Hermione walked over to the door and opened it a crack, peering inside. She gave them a thumbs up and walked in.
Professor Lupin was back behind his desk, looking more worn out than when they had first met him on the train. His clothes hung off him more loosely and he had deep grey circles under his eyes. Heather wondered how bad his cold had gotten since they talked. He hadn’t been in the hospital wing so he must have been in bed all weekend.
She opened her textbook as he asked the class how Friday’s lesson was and saw her essay on werewolves.
The class erupted and started calling out everything that had gone wrong that lesson.
“He gave us homework even though he was only filling in!”
“Two parchments? On werewolves? We don’t know anything about them!”
“ – TWO rolls – ”
Professor Lupin frowned. “Did you tell him we were on hinkypunks?”
“Yes, but he insisted!”
“ – And he said we were really behind – ”
“Well you can forget about the essays. I’ll speak to Professor Snape about all this. On to our lesson. Hinkypunks.” He pulled the cover off the tank on his desk to reveal a one-legged creature holding out what looked like a lantern.
There was smoke and mist floating all around the creature and only the lantern was crisply visible. Professor Lupin shut the windows and in the darkness they could make out the shape of it better, seeing that the hand holding the lantern had long claws and it’s pale eyes were glaring at everyone, watching them all carefully behind the glass as the yellow lantern light reflected dimly off its eyes.
“Tricky creatures, Hinkypunks,” Professor Lupin started the lecture and they began taking notes. “They lure people into bogs with the lantern. They follow the light into its den and then – ”
The Hinkypunk thumped against the glass and scratched with his caws. He tried biting his way free and ended up making a disgusting squelching noise, similar to that of a dead bloated mouse being stepped on.
The bells rang and Professor Lupin covered the Hinkypunk up again. They packed up and before Harry was out the door, Professor Lupin called him back. Heather, Hermione, and Ron left with everyone else, who seemed infinitely more happy about this lesson than the one from Friday with Professor Snape.
“Wait for me,” Ron headed to the boy’s bathrooms down a passageway.
“It’s a shame we couldn’t turn in the essay. I finished it Friday night.”
“I did too.” Heather added quickly.
“Well maybe Professor Snape will take it anyways,” Hermione turned to leave and Heather pulled her back.
“Are you mad? He’ll take more points off your house if you go talk to him now. I wouldn’t even try it after today’s lesson, and he doesn’t hate me as much as he hates you guys.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “He asked us to do this work. He HAS to give me points for it somehow.” She turned and left down the stairs.
Heather shook her head. Was Hermione hoping he’d include it in the grades for potions? She sighed and headed back to the Defense classroom, poking her head inside.
“Why were they at the match?”
Professor Lupin closed his briefcase, “They’re just hungry. And you were all a giant bowl of food for them to feast on.”
Heather let the door shut behind her. “The dementors?”
Harry nodded.
“Don’t worry, Professor Dumbledore won’t let them on the grounds again. They only came on because they’re supply of human prey has been taken away from them and with all the excitement on the Quidditch field – well – it was sort of like a feast, just waiting for them.” Professor Lupin leaned on his desk. “Professor Dumbledore wasn’t joking when he said they were dangerous.”
“How did Sirius Black escape them then?” Heather looked at Professor Lupin and noticed he seemed extra distant.
After a moment he responded. “Well, to begin with, the fortress is on a tiny island out in the middle of the ocean. But that’s not what keeps the prisoners stuck there. No. The walls and ocean isn’t even what I’d consider the prison to be. Azkaban is only the place that holds all those criminals locked inside their heads, unable to escape the misery inside their minds. Weeks, months, years… without a single happy thought… They’re all mad there. And defenseless. See, if you’re left too long at a dementor’s whim, they drain your magical powers…”
He hadn’t answered her question but the picture he had painted them in their heads was enough to stop her from asking again. It was all over wizard news about how dangerous Sirius Black is… and now she knew why. No wonder everyone at school always talked about how scary it was that he had escaped. And now he was after Harry, angry that Harry had defeated his master… She shuddered.
“But you made the dementor on the train go away… and Ron said Professor Dumbledore made them leave the field – ”
“There are defense spells to use against them… but the more there are… It was incredible hearing about how many Professor Dumbledore had been able to expel with only one use of it.” He stroked his chin, “Really wish I could have been there to see that.”
“Teach me?”
“Teach us,” Heather corrected. “Will it be part of this year’s lessons?”
“No – I’m no expert in fighting them, really. One on a train is the most – ” he looked at them and sighed. “If you really wanted to learn to fight dementors you should actually ask – ”
“I don’t need to learn to fight a whole bunch… just maybe one or two. If they show up on the quidditch field again… and come near me…”
“Who should we ask instead?” Heather was desperate to know who Professor Lupin thought was an expert in dealing with dementors.
“I don’t want anyone else to know about… what we talked about. Could you just show us? Just enough to do what you did? So that I could do that?” Harry cut Professor Lupin off before he could even speak.
Professor Lupin chuckled at the look of determination on Harry’s face. “If… you insist… I’ll help you two learn it – But these lessons will have to start next term, after the holidays. I’m hoping Professor Snape can tweak the potion just enough to have a stronger effect… so that I can recover from this illness quicker. Wizard colds can be real tricky sometimes,” he laughed.
Heather gave Harry a look and he groaned, keeping his mouth shut. “Alright then. After Christmas?”
Professor Lupin smiled, “Alright.”
They left the classroom to find Ron leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“What part of ‘Wait for me’ did no one understand? Where’s Hermione?”
Heather sighed, “Probably off getting more points removed from – ”
“I’m right here.”
They all jumped and turned behind them to see Hermione walking out of the ancient runes classrooms down the corridor.
“I just needed to ask my teacher a question.”
“Did you talk to Professor Snape?”
“Snape? We’re already down a hundred-fifty, please tell me – ”
“He took my essay and gave Gryffindor back a single point. Happy?” She crossed her arms. “ONE point? For two rolls?”
Heather couldn’t help but laugh. If Hermione got a point, then she was sure she could get Slytherin at least double. They headed down to the library to study, and after lunch she went down to Professor Snape’s office.
She knocked on the door three times and waited. The door swung open and she stepped in, her essay in hand. He was sitting at his desk grading papers when he looked up and rolled his eyes.
“Let me guess… The werewolf essay.” He stared at her as she approached and stuck out his hand for it, snatching it from her hand. He looked through it quickly and handed it back. “A point to Slytherin.”
“Just one?” She looked over her essay and frowned. “Was it worse than Hermione’s?”
“They were both awful, but at least yours was more concise. Yes. A point. What more do you want for doing your homework? Applause?”
She blushed and looked away, frowning. “Do I leave it here or…”
Professor Snape leaned back and curled a finger to his lips, tapping them as he thought. “Keep it,” he said slowly. “You never know when… it’ll come in handy.”
“But all this is in the textbook anyways.”
He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking annoyed. “But I doubt Professor Lupin will manage to cover that this year.”
Heather nodded and walked out of his office, closing the door behind her. “We’re not THAT behind.” If he thought he could a better Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher why wasn’t he one already. She headed back to the common room and stuffed the two rolls in her trunk.
She looked around and closed the door, making sure Pansy and her other dormmates were not in sight. She very rarely got a chance to open up the books she had taken from the library. She picked up the transfiguration one and started a new section in her art journal. “‘Chapter one: Thirty supervise-required spells’.”
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The house was a tragic place these days, made even more despondent by the sight of his love curled unresponsive for days on end. Jasper couldn't stand it. But he cares for Alice's misery more than his own and so he stays by her side as she mourns
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Overprotective Fool by LyricalTwilight
The moments before and during the battle in Eclipse, told from Jasper's POV.
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Hell is Just a Memory by SalmonCenter
A fic for Jalice Week Day 4 - Domestic bliss!!
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Lazy Tuesday by allicekitty13
Jasper and Alice enjoy a lazy Tuesday afternoon.
Written for Jalice Week Day 4- Domestic Bliss
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The Eyes That Fix You by wehavefound
In all likelihood, this was the last bit of peace they’d know for a while.
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All Your Fire by tragicallywicked
I was told hell was a place where lust and desire pour in every corner, where my darkest wishes come to live. I didn’t give in to that pull, I was happy in paradise until I met you. since then the real hell is anywhere, it’s the torture of being away from you. I have given up my soul for a second more with you.
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I am Tired (Let me Sleep) by SalmonCenter
A fic for Jalice Week day 5- Angel/Demon!!! (Rating is for language)
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Going Down With My Wings On Fire by allicekitty13
In heaven and the underworld, there are rules. One of the most strictly enforced is angels and demons are forbidden to become romantically entangled. Alice and Jasper never stood a chance.
Written for Jalice Week Day 5- Angel/Demon
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Taste of Desire by irrelevanttous
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
He had not known pain before he met her.
Day 5 of Jaliceweek20, Angel / Demon
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Here Beside You and Me by wehavefound
An angel and a demon walk into a bar. They get a drink.
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Every Version of Me by beautlilies
the relationship of alice and jasper. what it is and what it isn't.
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By Keeping The Divide by beautlilies
jasper does bad things so alice won't have to.
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Sweet Creature by tragicallywicked
Vampires don’t dream or sleep, but Alice will lay on the bed on top of Jasper for hours on end. Her visions of their future together always filling her mind like dreams. He closes his eyes too while his hand runs on her spine, and he can’t see the visions but he can feel the emotions it brings her and that’s like he’s dreaming too.
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Guess I'll See You In Another Life by allicekitty13
Alice has never quite felt like she belonged in her life, frequently dreaming of another life. When she meets a mysterious stranger who seems eerily familiar will she finally get some answers?
For Jalice Week Day 6- Reincarnation
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Edge of It All by flowerslut
Jasper never had much control over his life. Why would his death be any different? A human!Jasper x vampire!Alice AU. (First two chapters for Jalice Week 2020)
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The Corpse's Bride by flowerslut
When you’re born with a dead soulmate, what more can you do? (For Jalice Week 2020)
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Before We Go Backwards by flowerslut
Before departing for the battle in Eclipse, Jasper and Alice take a moment together. The past, the future, and the present: their companions all at once. (For Jalice Week 2020)
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A Thousand Years by tragicallywicked
For a thousand lives she had loved the same man over and over again. Through happiness and loss, until their souls could be together again.
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Each to Each by wehavefound
Their love knows only the animal warmth of companionship. Of a soul staring back at the past in suffering and regret until another soul takes them by the hand and leads them into a future brightened by the prospect of together. This is the way it has always been, the way it will always be. This is the dance of souls.
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Sweet Home Texas by allicekitty13
When Alice returned to her hometown for her brother's wedding the last thing she expected was that Jasper would have forgotten her completely. When Jasper was driving to his cousins wedding he didn't expect to run into a mysterious girl who knows him, but he doesn't remember her.
With five days before Alice leaves will Jasper be able to figure out who she is and remedy the biggest regret of his life?
Turns out there are two sides to every story.
Written for Jalice Week Day 7- YeeHaw
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Out of Place by irrelevanttous
Two strangers meet at a bar in a small town in Texas and have a conversation.
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Further Than the Grave by mtwalker
While closing the bar, Jasper meets a mysterious woman.
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After the Sunsets by wehavefound
In 1923 in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina there are certain standards of decorum a proper young woman is expected to follow. When barefoot Alice turns up on his front porch unattended to inform Jasper that she's expecting to be asked to next month's dance she doesn't follow any of them.
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Paper Rings by allicekitty13
Japer and Alice were set to be married in July, but unfortunately, those plans had to be canceled. Alice gets very, very sad, so Jasper has a plan to lift her spirits; no one ever said you couldn't propose twice!
Written For Jalice Week Bonus Day- Quarantine
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To Be Alive by flowerslut
A semi-supernatural meet cute. (For Jalice Week 2020)
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Another Night by flowerslut
There isn’t much he can do behind his bar. Even with the shotgun he always keeps in arms reach, it never appears to make a difference to the monsters that slink through the shadows, snatching up men and women from their beds as often as they go missing from the streets.
It isn’t until a tiny girl appears, telling him that they need to run (away, together, quickly, now) that he realizes a gang of criminals or a pack of wild animals is the least of his worries.
(Jalice Week 2020)
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(Whumptober 2020 crossover—No. 5: Failed Escape)
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You and I by tragicallywicked
It's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
And this time I'm not leavin' without you.
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Time to Turn Back by wehavefound
The house was intolerable these days, the constant storm of fear and despair and desperation was enough to drive him to madness. Never mind that it was like sandpaper on his skin over and over with no blessed escape of sleep to ease the noise and stress and confusion. When Jasper is overwhelmed he seeks refuge in the sanctuary of the forest and when Alice comes to soothe his panic he knows it for an act of love.
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Till Death Us Do Part by irrelevanttous
Bonus Day of Jaliceweek 2020: Quarantine
In 1918, Alice Brandon's father hires the son of a local farmer to supply his family with food and the bare necessities while the family is stuck in quarantine.
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Ending by SalmonCenter
For the final day of Jalice Week (Bonus Day) Quarantine
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Hold On To Each Other by tragicallywicked
Alice and Jasper spend their quarantine together being the lovey-dovey couple that they still are in two thousand and twenty.
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The 10 Longest Drarry Fics in my Bookmarks
Exactly what it says on the tin.
I know it’s been a while since I’ve done any kind of rec list, so here you are guys, I hope you enjoy it, all of these fics are just amazing xxx
The Price of Valour by orphan_account, RomanyWalker, wench_fics (WeasleyWench) (Epxlicit, 406 K)
I’m just going to throw this out there because I know some people are a bit eh about it, but there is Ginny bashing in this. But man, this fic is AMAZING!
Summary: What happens when someone you hate needs you more than anything else? When it's life or death, either battle to the end, or die trying. DH compliant, but ignores the Epilogue. (Rating for later chapters: for the avoidance of any and all possible doubt, this story features a lot of plot and character development. The smut is quite a long way off.) This is the original fic, without post-completion editing.
Secrets by Vorabiza (Biza) (Explicit, 395 K)
Yo, check out the Archive Warnings xx
Summary: Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.
Foundations!Verse by Saras_Girl (Explicit, 364 K)
Summary: Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.
Turn by Saras_Girl (Explicit, 306 K)
Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.
Number Seven by sara_holmes (Mature, 253 K)
Summary: Harry already has small children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone...Right?
Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed (Explicit, 250 K)
Pleaseeeeeee read the Archive Warning and tags on this, there are some pretty heavy references to domestic abuse and violence plus one instance of abuse against an animal.
Summary: Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco's ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.
Mental by sara_holmes (Mature, 186 K)
Summary: Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.
My Big Fat Pureblood Wedding by QueenyMidas (Explicit, 177 K)
Summary: Chaos ensues after Harry proposes to Draco on their three-year anniversary. The two must plan a wedding around their fighting friends, warring families, and each other's stubbornness. EWE, post-war, disregarding Remus, Sirius, and Colin's deaths and the fact that gay marriage is not legal in the UK.
Bond by AnnaFugazzi (Mature, 173 K)
Summary: I started to write this before HBP came out, and crossed my fingers that HBP wouldn't make it totally non-canon. No such luck, I'm afraid. This, therefore, is an AU story, where (SPOILER) still teaches (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn't try to (SPOILER), (SPOILER) didn't succeed in (SPOILER), (SPOILER) never dated (SPOILER), and most importantly, (MAJOR ENDING SPOILERS) never happened.
Things Worth Knowing by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe) (Explicit, 164 K)
Summary: After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?
#drarry#drarry squad#slow burn#fanfiction#fanfic#fic rec#draco malfoy#harry potter#draco x harry#harry potter x draco malfoy#justdrarryme#hp#ao3
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Fantastic Beasts' Inconsistency: Minerva McGonagall
WARNING: The post includes spoilers to the film Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald. You read at your own risk.
Announcement: This post focuses only on the character of Minerva McGonagall, even though other inconsistencies appeared in the films(s). The goal is to prove that this “Professor McGonagall” is in fact THE Minerva McGonagall the fans know from the books, as some opinions says that it can be her relative, and that canon (which is IMPORTANT) has been destroyed because of fan service which was not needed or wanted (by most of fans). Also, the author does not express their opinion about the films but express their constructive criticism about this particular problem.
The biggest issue here, obviously, is the fact that Minerva McGonagall was born in 1935 (and it is going to be proven later, just in case someone thinks otherwise). Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald takes place in 1927 and Professor Minerva McGonagall was already a teacher! Long before she was even born, since she was Newt Scamander's professor. Newt and Leta seem to be around 15 in the flashbacks (and he was born in 1897, so if they were 15, it would mean that the flashbacks took place in 1912). If it was McGonagall's first year as a teacher (and that's why she had no idea how to punish her students), it would mean that she was born no LATER than in 1893 (because she would have to graduate first and because she was born on 4th October, she would accomplish her education while being 19).
Fun fact: that would make her at least 127 in the Cursed Child.
Now, some of you may say that the year in which she was born was never said. Well, technically, you would be correct. But canon (and Pottermore, written by ROWLING herself) tells us otherwise:
“How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?” Professor Umbridge asked.
“Thirty-nine years this December,” said Professor McGonagall brusquely, snapping her bag shut. Professor Umbridge made a note.”
-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, chapter 15, p. 321
The action of the book takes place in 1995. 1995 – 39 = 1956. According to CANON, McGonagall began her Hogwarts career (as a professor) in 1956. 1912 and 1956 give us 44 years of difference. In that case, shouldn't Minerva say that she was a teacher for 83 years, instead of 39? Of course not. Because she was born in 1935, and it is known because of Pottermore, from her OFFICIAL biography to be exact, which was written by Rowling HERSELF (as it was already mentioned). The biography informs readers that after graduating from Hogwarts, she worked 2 years for the Ministry and THEN became a professor:
“Upon graduation from Hogwarts, Minerva returned to the manse to enjoy one last summer with her family before setting out for London, where she had been offered a position at the Ministry of Magic (Department of Magical Law Enforcement).”
“Though a most efficient and gifted employee, and fond of her much older boss, Elphinstone Urquart, Minerva was unhappy in London, and found that she missed Scotland. Finally, after two years at the Ministry, she was offered a prestigious promotion, yet found herself turning it down. She sent an owl to Hogwarts, asking whether she might be considered for a teaching post. The owl returned within hours, offering her a job in the Transfiguration department, under Head of Department, Albus Dumbledore.”
-Pottermore
Pottermore clearly states that Minerva started working at the Ministry right after she graduated and worked there for two years before she began her work at Hogwarts, under Dumbledore himself who was TRANSFIGURATION professor, not DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS one. This aside, it means that Minerva graduated in 1954 (as she began to work at school in 1956). As it was already said, she was born on 4th October, which would make her 19 when she graduated, since she started Hogwarts at the age of 12. 1954 – 19 = 1935.
So, Minerva McGonagall was born in 1935 and this is CANON.
Some of you may say: but... maybe it's her mother or grandmother? Or other relative? Well, sadly, no. This “Professor McGonagall” (credited as “Minerva McGonagall” anyway) was not her mother (or anyone else as it will be explained soon). Let's quote Pottermore again:
“Minerva’s father, the Reverend Robert McGonagall, had become captivated by the high-spirited Isobel Ross, who lived in the same village. Like his neighbours, Robert believed that Isobel attended a select ladies’ boarding school in England. In fact, when Isobel vanished from her home for months at a time, it was to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that she went.”
-Pottermore
Minerva's mother was Isobel Ross, not Minerva Ross, or any other variation of the name. She married Mr. McGonagall at the age of 18 and GAVE UP her wand. So no. She has NEVER been a teacher. And of story:
“By the time she was eighteen, she had fallen in love with Robert. Unfortunately, she had not found the courage to tell him what she was.
The couple eloped, to the fury of both sets of parents. Now estranged from her family, Isobel could not bring herself to mar the bliss of the honeymoon by telling her smitten new husband that she had graduated top of her class in Charms at Hogwarts, nor that she had been Captain of the school Quidditch team.”
-Pottermore
Now, it's time to explain why it couldn't be any other relative, like her grandmother, aunt or anyone else. That's easy. Minerva was named after Isobel's grandmother, who was a ROSS (or she had any other magical name, since Isobel was a pureblood, but this Minerva was definitely NOT a McGonagall):
“Missing her family, and the magical community she had given up for love, Isobel insisted on naming her newborn daughter after her own grandmother, an immensely talented witch. The outlandish name raised eyebrows in the community in which she lived, and the Reverend Robert McGonagall found it difficult to explain his wife’s choice to his parishioners.”
-Pottermore
Such a name as “Minerva” was really weird to the Muggles. And yes, Minerva's father was a MUGGLE. He had NO IDEA about magic. His wife was hiding it from him for many years, so his potential siblings weren’t magicial as well:
“Although Minerva was too young to remember that night, its aftermath left her with a bitter understanding of the complications of growing up with magic in a Muggle world. Although Robert McGonagall loved his wife no less upon discovering that she was a witch, he was profoundly shocked by her revelation, and by the fact that she had kept such a secret from him for so long.”
-Pottermore
Minerva McGonagall, the first-born child of Robert and Isobel McGonagall was the VERY FIRST McGonagall who has EVER started Hogwarts (or was a witch/wizard in general). And no. She does NOT own the Time-Turner as the one which she gave to Hermione in the books was from the Ministry of Magic and she had to write many letters to have it. Also, she's an intelligent witch and would know that meddling with time would have deadly consequences, especially that she would keep her real name in the past...
“It’s called a Time-Turner,” Hermione whispered, “and I got it from Professor McGonagall on our first day back. I’ve been using it all year to get to all my lessons. Professor McGonagall made me swear I wouldn’t tell anyone. She had to write all sorts of letters to the Ministry of Magic so I could have one. She had to tell them that I was a model student, and that I’d never, ever use it for anything except my studies. . . . I’ve been turning it back so I could do hours over again, that’s how I’ve been doing several lessons at once, see? But . . .”
-Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, chapter 21, p. 395
Conclusion: Minerva McGonagall, played by Maggie Smith in the Harry Potter films, was born in 1935 and this is canon. “Professor McGonagall” who appeared in Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald was the very same person and the only reason for her being there was fan service which destroyed canon, as well as confused and enraged many people (as far as the author is aware).
Ps. If someone wonders what actually “fan service” means:
“Fan service is material in a work of fiction or in a fictional series which is intentionally added to please the audience”
-Wikipedia
Question: What's more important? Being faithful to the canon you yourself created, and to your fans, or doing something as you please, not listening to anyone, only because you can since you have the rights to do so?
#Minerva McGonagall#Crimes of Grindelwald#Fantastic Beasts#Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them#fbcog#fbcogspoilers
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/16269659
I’ve begun to rewrite my ff.net story “Vanguard”, the ATLA superhero AU. It’s needed a overhaul for a bit, and now I’ve gotten around to it. If I keep my motivation, I’ll even continue the story (I have so many ideas). For now I’ll be posting the chapters on Ao3, then when I catch up to where I was on ff.net, I’ll mass-update it there too, then be doing simultaneous across both platforms.
But in celebration of the first chapter, I’ll also be posting it here! It’s under the cut!
Airspace over the Si Wong desert, 22:04 UTC
The Flare cut through the night sky with unusual quiet for a large aircraft. An experimental prototype, it had been built a little over five years ago by Ogata Industries as a proof-of-concept for the National military. It had been rejected as-is for being too expensive, and a more scaled-back, cheaper model — the Ogata 1200 — was designed. The Flare was put into storage at a private airfield owned by Ogata Industries. It collected dust for two years until it was pulled from storage, given a new coat of paint and became the personal aircraft of the second Firelord, aka, Zuko Ogata.
Zuko sat with his legs folded on the bench that ran the length of the aircraft’s passenger cabin, his eyes closed, his breathing steady, as he meditated in preparation for his upcoming mission. As he breathed in and out, he could feel his chi moving as well, warming and cooling, shifting both deep within his stomach and over the surface of his skin.
As he was about to go into battle as the Firelord, Zuko was dressed appropriately; an armored red-and-black body suit with a bright gold flame at the center of his chest, a pair of dark gray boots, a black domino mask to protect his identity, and a simple hair tie to keep his shoulder-length hair up in a top-knot. His hands were bare, as gloves would interfere with fire blasts, and his boots were grated and made from a highly heat resistant material, so he could shoot fire from his feet without having to forego boots. Truthfully, the armor was mostly cosmetic, all things considered; his body was naturally durable due to his heritage, and his chi could bolster his toughness even higher. Instead of protecting his body, the armor was to protect his modesty, as his abilities meant he would burn through most materials, and the constant gunfire he faces meant that if his clothes weren't being burned off, they'd be shot off.
The pitch of the aircraft’s engines changed, just as a voice rang out, “We’re above the convoy now.” Zuko’s eyes slip open just in time to see Teo Sato — alias the Mechanist, and Zuko’s best and only friend — step out from the cockpit and into the cabin. Zuko could see the slight going of Teo’s prostheses as he walked and the cuffs of his jeans shifted.
Teo ran one hand through his scruffy brown hair as the other adjusted his shirt, “You ready?”
Zuko nodded, and stood up, “What are we looking at?”
Teo took a small remote from his pocket and clicked a button, causing a section of floor in the middle of the cabin to rise to about waist-height. A flickering, light blue hologram appeared over its surface, forming into the smooth, largely featureless terrain three thousand feet below; several small dots were moving along a long, completely straight line. Teo made a gesture with his hands, and the landscape grew more defined as the line and dots grew and resolved into a poorly paved road and four vehicles.
Zuko leaned onto the table, closely watching the small convoy. An armored bus sat in the middle, with two armored cars following it, and a third leading the way.
Teo gazed at the cars for a second, before rattling off, “They’re all Imperial models from the Gan-Lan corporation. The cars are Badger 20s, top of the line models. Their armor is a steel-ceramic composite, and each one is mounted with a heavy machine gun. The bus is a 395 police bus, usually used to transport prisoners after mass-arrests.”
Zuko smirked, “Glad to see the old Sato training is still in there. Never know when I need make and models rattled off.”
Teo gave Zuko an unimpressed look, before asking, “Who do you think they’re transporting?”
“You know that I don’t know. All the Defense Ministry knows is that they’re a high-ranking Black Flame operative who is also a Fire Nation fugitive,” Zuko stood up straight, and began walking towards the front of the cabin.
Teo threw up his arms, “I know that, I was just asking if you had any ideas.”
“You know I don’t do guessing games, Teo,” Zuko said, pulling a handle and opened a small chamber near the cockpit door that he stepped into.
“Twenty mon says it’s a serial killer that managed to escape the police. Like, maybe the Miyako Mauler!”
Zuko began to close the door, before stopping and saying, “Thirty that they’re ex-military, wanted for war crimes. Black Flame likes people like that,” he then pulled the door shut, and pressed a button in the chamber. The floor dropped out from under him, and he fell.
For the first few thousand feet, he was diving head-first towards the ground, only doing minor course correction by angling his body slightly to keep on-course. The fall took him out in front of the convoy, and at about two hundred feet from the ground, he channeled chi into his hands and feet, blasting fire from them and taking control of his dive, slowing down and landing gracefully on his feet, like an expert gymnast.
Firelord raised a palm, shimmering with heat, and shot the leading armored car with an intense beam of bright golden heat energy. The car lurched forwards and flipped over, landing on its roof; behind it, the bus swerved off the road to avoid crashing into the car, its momentum too much to brake quickly, and ground to a stop in the sand off to the side of the road.
The two cars that had been following it drove around, Black Flame agents popping out from the roofs to man the machine guns. Firelord charged up his chi and channeled it into his skin and muscle, increasing his durability as a storm of bullets began to hit him. The bullets shattered as they struck his skin. Firelord grimaced and raised his arm, shielding his face, while they weren’t doing any real damage, the bullets still stung badly.
The cars drew closer, to provide the gunners with better accuracy, Firelord guessed, but that was their mistake.
Keeping his arm over his face, he moved chi to his legs and leapt forwards, landing on the hood of the closer car. He raised a hand and blasted the gunner off, before using his other hand to punch through the glass, knocking out the driver in the process, and yanking the steering wheel sideways, sending it tumbling as he jumped off and over sticking the landing once more.
The third car bore down on him. The Firelord charged his body with chi again, and as the car was about to hit him, swung a fist, stopping the car dead with his hand lodged in the engine block. His loosed a blast of fiery energy, causing the engine to ignite and explode quite dramatically.
He winced and tensed, absorbing as much of the heat energy as he could off of the explosion.
Firelord rolled his neck as the smoke cleared, partially energized, yet still drained from the explosion. He could sap away heat energy from explosions quite fine, but the kinetic energy still took a toll of the chi that kept his body strong.
He heard movement and turned around, eyes scanning the area, but it wasn’t hard to determine the source. Seven Black Flame agents were piling out of the bus, and joining them were the three survivors from the first two cars that he had dealt with. All were dressed in the pitch black body armor of their organization, and most were holding semi-automatic rifles. He spared a glance at the burned wreckage he stood next to, and determined that they were likely not to be joining this fight either.
Firelord sighed and looked at the advancing agents, “Look, I have to admit that I’d really not care about putting you guys in the ground as well, but I have to ask; do you really think like this will turn out well for you if you stay? Because you could run away, I don’t want you, I just want whatever weapon—”
One of the agents, holding a grenade launcher, hefted his weapon and aimed it at the Firelord.
He looked at the weapon, “Really? I would’ve thought that Black Flame would stop trying to blow me up, considering I can—” A grenade smacked his chest and exploded into white mist, and instantly, he knew something was wrong.
He felt a great rush of cold in his upper body, and suddenly a wave of weakness as his chi seemed to be sapped away. He down, to see that his whole torso had been encased in a thin sheen of ice.
“Open fire!” A shout said, and gunfire erupted.
Firelord staggered back. No bullet had managed to actually penetrate his flesh, but that was probably due to his suit’s durability, but he would definitely feel the bullets later as bruises.
He turned his back to them and hurdled over the smoking remains of the car and sat against it. He focused in on his body, and felt most of his chi in his torso, keeping his flesh warm and unfrozen. He moved his chi more aggressively, and the ice melted off in less than a second. With a roll of his shoulders he deemed himself in good condition, just in time for a Black Flame agent to run around the car and take aim at his head.
With a snarl, he blasted a hole through the agent, and got to his feet as the body collapsed. He grabbed onto the car wreck, lifted it, and then tossed it right at the group of agents. Two were taken off their feet by the wreck, while the remaining seven got out of the way.
Firelord zeroed in on the one who had the grenade launcher, and loped forwards. The agent began to raise his weapon, but it was snatched from his grasp and thrown away. The agent himself was grasped by the collar, and flung upwards.
Gunfire broke out and Firelord winced and bolstered his durability as he turned around. The six agents that were still standing had grouped up and were firing at him. He crouched slightly, before lunging forwards, crashing into the group. He grabbed one by their chest armor and swung around, sending them all sprawling to the ground; the one he had grabbed was slammed downwards, going limp.
One began to get up but Firelord kicked their side, sending them a good distance away.
There was a loud thump and a short shout, and he whirled around, only to see that another of the agents had been flatted by the one he had thrown into the air a few seconds ago. He couldn’t help but grin and mutter, “Lucky.”
Another had gotten fully to their feet, but Firelord swung a fist and dropped them, before turning to the last two, who were getting up, and raised both of his hands, downing them both with heat blasts.
Quiet fell rapidly as Firelord assessed the area, making sure all Black Flame agents were down, before nodding and walking to the bus.
He reached out and opened the door, but didn’t get a second to see inside before a fist nearly the size of a cinderblock crashed into his face and sent him tumbling across the dusty desert landscape.
Firelord staggered to his feet to see an over seven-foot tall, musclebound figure dressed in simple black clothes squeeze its way out of the bus. “Well, well, well, Firelord. We meet again.”
It took a second, but the hulking man’s large sideburns and cocky smirk summoned a face from a few years ago. He grimaced, before saying “I should’ve known Black Flame recruited you,” he straightened up, rolling his shoulders, “You’re just their type.”
Zhao smiled, “I am indeed; ambitious and strong-willed, the two defining traits of Black Flame.”
“Strange, I thought it was being power-hungry and cruel,” he looked at Zhao, “What did they do to you?”
Zhao grinned and flexed an arm, “Impressive, isn’t it? The eggheads back at Black Flame cooked up a serum for me, said it was based off a sample of you, but tweaked a bit. I didn’t get the whole fire powers, though. It’s a shame, I would’ve loved to burn your face off after beating you unconscious. Guess I’ll just settle for crushing in your skull,” with this charming statement, he sprinted forwards at superhuman speed.
Firelord raised his hands and unleashed a sustained blast of fiery energy. The blast connected with Zhao, but instead of being knocked off of his feet, he was just stopped in his tracks, bracing himself against the stream of power. Then, alarmingly, he began to walk forwards, against the blast. Firelord cut off the blasts, instead sending chi into his feet and flying forwards.
He stopped flying just as he got near Zhao, slamming a foot into the ground and using his momentum to spin around and kick Zhao in the face. It staggered the larger man, and Firelord pressed his advantage by closing in and rapidly punching him in the gut. Up close, Firelord could feel the height difference far more, coming up to Zhao’s pectorals.
However, Zhao powered through, and caught both of Firelord’s fists, pulled them towards him, and head-butted the smaller man with a loud crack. Zhao then threw him to the ground, slammed a knee onto Firelord’s chest, and began punching his face with all of his strength.
Black spots began to dance in Firelord’s eyes and blood began to leak profusely from his nose before he charged up enough chi and let loose a huge explosion from his entire body. It sent Zhao flying upwards, and gave him a moment to think.
‘Based off a sample of you’. That’s what Zhao had said. Firelord believed it, he had felt — like a distant echo — Zhao’s chi moving within him, powering up his attacks and defense. It wasn’t like his own chi, which he moved with deft control, instead it seemed to be something Zhao was taking for granted, spirits, Zhao may not even know about his chi at all. He just couldn't use it to make fire. He needed to neutralize Zhao’s chi if he wanted to take him out, because otherwise, he’d need to fly Zhao into the stratosphere and drop him in order to generate enough force to overcome his chi-enhanced durability. But how—
The idea struck Firelord at the same moment that Zhao struck the earth a few yards away, and began to shift and get up almost immediately.
Firelord turned and sprinted towards the cluster of vehicle wrecks on the road.
He heard Zhao yell and begin to pound after him.
His eyes flicked around rapidly, trying to find — there. He dove at his prize, picked it up, and turned around.
Zhao was about twenty feet away. He grinned as he saw the weapon, and continued to run towards him, “You really think a grenade can—”
The Firelord pulled the trigger.
The grenade exploded against Zhao’s left shoulder, ice encasing his upper arm and left side of his chest and neck instantly. He staggered, and Firelord pulled the trigger again, this grenade exploding at Zhao’s feet.
The massive man fell to his hands and knees, and Firelord threw aside the grenade launcher and casually strode over. “You know, when going into battle with a team, its useful to remember what they’re equipped,” He stopped right in front of Zhao, “Otherwise you end up making stupid mistakes,” he raised a fist, poured a massive amount of chi into it, then punched Zhao across the face, downing him.
He stared at Zhao for a few seconds, before he reached into his belt and pulled out an earpiece, putting it in and turning it on at the same time, “Mechanist?” He asked, using Teo’s codename.
There was a beat before his friend responded, “That was a wild fight, dude, who was that big guy?”
“Ma Zhao, a former lieutenant of the National navy. A few years ago — a few months before I recruited you — the ship he had been stationed on was patrolling Yu Dao waters, and an Imperial pleasure cruise accidentally strayed in. He incited a mutiny, took over the ship, sunk the cruise, then went into Imperial waters to ‘retaliate’ for the ‘invasion’. The Fire Nation asked me to stop Zhao and bring him back for a court-martialing before he caused the Second Great War. I managed to stop him before he did, obviously, but after he was court-martialed, he just vanished. Only to turn up here, mutated and working for Black Flame.”
“Wow, that’s wild.”
Zuko hummed, before saying “Yes, so I guess you owe me thirty mon.”
“Wha- aww, man, he is the agent you were sent to get, isn’t he?”
“I highly doubt that this convoy has another high-profile Fire Nation fugitive,” Zuko said dryly, “Now bring the Flare in to land, we need to secure him for transport.”
International Superhuman Penitentiary, aka “the Boiling Rock”, 00:12 UTC
Warden Takeshi Treung tapped his foot as he watched the skies, “The Firelord is twelve minutes overdue.”
“I’m sure everything is fine,” said Chit Sang, head of security.
Treung pursed his lips, “That’s even worse, Sang. I despise tardiness, especially when there is no good reason for it.”
Chit Sang opted to chew his lip rather than say anything else. The warden seemed to be intent on feeling irritated. Granted, ‘irritation' was Treung’s default emotion.
No more than a minute later, a dark shape emerged from the night sky, approaching with speed. It was a sleek, black-and-red aircraft unlike any Chit Sang had seen before. It held a strong resemblance to the Ogata 1200s, but larger and lacked the impressive armaments of the 1200s. It descended almost vertically, turning around as it did, and landed on the vast metal platform with grace that belied the aircraft’s size.
Warden Treung began to walk to the aircraft, and Chit Sang motioned with a hand as he strode forwards as well, and the small guard team he had brought began to follow him.
The back of the aircraft lowered, turning into a ramp, and a tall figure strode down the ramp.
The Firelord.
The superhero met Treung and Chit Sang at the base of the ramp and the three men bowed curtly.
“You could stand to learn punctuality, Firelord,” Treung wasted no time in leveling his complaint at the taller, masked man.
The Firelord let out a short sigh, “Always a pleasure too, warden,” he looked at Chit Sang, “Zhao’s at the top of the ramp. You prepared a grade three cell, right?”
Chit Sang motioned for his men to collect the new prisoner, “Yes, we did. With the low-temperature defenses, like you asked,” he answered as his men moved around them and up the ramp, one was wheeling a gurney.
Firelord nodded, “Good.”
At the top of the ramp, the guards had secured a figure to the gurney and had begun to wheel it down. Chit Sang had to marvel at the unnatural size of the man strapped to it.
“How are the prisoners? Any trouble?”
Treung raised an eyebrow, “Sentimental? I could get one out if you wish to beat their heads in.”
The Firelord’s eyebrows knitted together, “I was trying to be polite, Treung.”
“Then get here when you say you will.”
The Firelord pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked past the warden and Chit Sang, “Well, the prisoner is in your hands now. Good day, warden, Sang,” he bowed to each of them in turn before striding back up the ramp and into his ship. The ramp raised behind him, and the engines roared to life as it closed and the aircraft’s wheels began to leave the platform. Within five minutes, it had vanished into the night sky.
Undisclosed Location, 01:24
“Sir!” A Black Flame agent clicked his heels and bowed.
Eyes narrowed, “Well?”
“Lieutenant Zhao was captured by the Firelord sir. And, the entire unit was lost, Kawaji survived just long enough to radio in a report before he died. We have a clean-up crew on the way to retrieve the bodies.”
A hand waved lazily, “Dismissed.”
The agent left hastily.
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A wide, wicked smile appeared on a pale face, “Always the fool, Zuzu.”
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Since you actually believe you can argue using the manga let’s go back to
Your words: uHh i doNt seE why anyone would shiP IT
me: invalid argument, it’s one of the most popular ships in history
you: TyPICAL SS, now LET ME HAVE A DICK MEASURING COMPETITION
i dont care who’s more popular dear you’ll notice I called sns an otp, what I keep telling you is to hold both characters to an EQUAL standard..which you clearly fucking don’t like,, what joke.
Anyways, last sns bash of the day, mutuals scroll past
A respectable woman is a woman who knows what she is fighting for, sakura is a respectable woman, a narrative pushed multiple times by the story but AGAIN selective reading. It was made by kishimoto? I am no fucking weeb i am a person fluent in Japanese and I don’t need no subtitles but if you’re so hellbent on it then go listen to it yourself in the anime, episode 109, 19:01. ‘koko ni ite’ Koko= here ni= a japanese particle indicating place or direction, itte= stay, be koko ni itte= be here, stay here. Kissanime has the most accurate translations of part 1, I can say that as a person who owns the triple viz volumes 19 20 21 and most the viz volumes and the panel you’re using is page 395...part of their earlier days where they made translating mistakes like the Ino vs Sakura chapters and the bad job they did to my favourite series Ranma 1/2 as back in the day Viz was smaller and still not held to the standard of accuracy they are held to today. She says IKANAIDE , Ikemasu = go, naide= don’t. Ikanaide = don’t go. But sure, you know better than me a person who’s studied Japanese since age 7 and in fact has Japanese friends and relatives living there.
馬鹿は馬鹿だ. 仕方が無い
You really want to go objectively?
Who’s the character praised for selfless love by canon standards?
But you STILL don’t acknowledge both her and Naruto were doing the EXACT SAME THING. You calling her stupid but canon is here like knock knock
I can list 3 other instances but i’m on data so oops
AGAIN with your selective reading and bullshit logic. Yes he protected Naruto for OBVIOUS fucking reasons they were one of the strongest people FIGHTING A WORLD WAR, he protected Kakashi and Sakura too MULTIPLE TIMES I don’t care what kind of point you are trying to prove about sasuke but lmao ok ur such a fan. He was going to kill Naruto right afterwards do you realize what backwards logic you are using right now????
Had Sakura and kakashi fallen into the genjustu trap it would not have been a huge issue since the 2 people with the sage of six paths power and yin and yang release were what is needed to seal Kaguya. But even SO he saved them, and Naruto pointed out THAT HIS BODY MOVES ON IT’S OWN FOR THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT. Sasuke was trying to come off heartless as he was immersing himself in darkness, this is nothing new to his character but you don’t know it do you
YOU ARE USING A FALSE TRANSLATION HONEY THAT IS NOT WHAT HE SAID
But okay, sasuke protecting them multiple times, warning them, looking out for them STILL doesn’t matter for your bullshit preception
I don’t fucking know what point you are trying to argue since you can’t type
But it does not change the fact that sasuke had in fact made sure they were safe before saving Naruto so idk what point you getting at, you reaching for shit that is so far idk if you are getting it from your anus or uranus. The reasons for battle were stated THROUGH the manga in my post not some badly made sappy edit.
Sasuke attacked to attack he had shit to do with wanting to understand naruto, it was naruto who wanted to understand sasuke what the fuck are you ON
USE THEIR BATTLES
i did use their battles fucker? I also used CONTEXT something you can’t for the life of you understand. 1st battle THEY WERE ABOUT TO KILL EACH OTHER OVER PETTINESS AND GOADING. 2nd he almost BURNED his ass to a crisp for interfering, then fought for the mangekyo..feelings were involved because they are BEST FRIENDS ofc they would be but the reason he stopped was because as he said TWICE to HIMSELF and to naruto was that killing his helpless best friend to obtain power was too much of an Itachi like thing to do, stop reaching it’s PATHETIC admit the faults of your ship before attacking peoples views.
You really REALLY want to have this dick measuring competition of who sasuke cares about? He was willing to give up his revenge for BOTH because sasuke loves BOTH he is not a one dimensional shallow shit like you want him to be
AND AGAIN
All sakura got was a soRRY!!! she NEVER realized he was WRONG
she HERSELF realizes the DEPTH of the situation and even tho heartbroken decides to kill him? but she could not because despite all she had hope for him?
Sasuke and Sakura have BOTH attacked each other, she went on to fight him when he STABBED HER TEAM CAPTAIN because she realizes he is wrong..him fighting back is abusive? okay lmao sorry i forgot naruto is a shoujo about fairy princesses, ninjas don’t fight here. If anything I respect that when they met as fighters they MET as FIGHTERS. And these were not her last moments, they were flashbacks that caused her resolve to falter because she had hope for sasuke
and sasukes last words would have been about him wanting to kill his brother, but he let it go because he would never let a comrade die in front of him, not after sharing memories together lmao reach further
cry me a river over the genjutsu scene that she woke up from the same way she wakes up from sleep, but remember this: while sasukes IMAGINARY hand went through her boob naruto got MUCH worse luck
But it’s okay because he did not kill him when he was on the floor : ) despite having FULL intentions of doing so
I take it back. Let the boy speak WITH CONTEXT.
Nobody is trying to deny sasuke’s lonely ass seeing another lonely kid reaching out made him feel relieved and happy, that is a GOOD aspect about sns, but there is a bitch ass trying to deny his feelings for all of team 7. ‘thats why’ ‘dakara’ in Japanese, you can’t move that stone.
I own the sasuke shinden novel that ended with him going back once sakura triggered a flashback, and where in the anime the scene he is thinking about naruto is actually him thinking about his ‘friends’ but you know what fucker? That novel, and sakuras shitty novel are NOT canon, they are not written by kishimoto. If you want to start considering this crap canon then you better consider this piece of garbage novel canon too. if you don’t, don’t try and argue with a filler novel. Canon sakura gave sasuke his space in 699 when he asked for it to come to terms with himself.
You mean sakura blushing? The thing a sane fucker would consider she is embarressed to tell her kid about her intimate relations with her dad? If i asked my mom such a thing her arab ass would slap me, get familiar with it: some cultures are conservative. Kishimoto said seeing naruh*ina kiss made him embarrassed so what you getting at. Sakura: never seen ur dad wear glasses lmao but he aint around so im not sure. Naruto: lol yea he never wore em.
You: OH MY GOD HE KNOWS HIM SO WELL OH MY GOD
You: out of context panel saying they are connected by fate
Do you REALLY want to play that card? This card makes your house of cards blow 50 shades of destroyed.
You mean how they were chosen by fate as brothers to end the cycle of hatred started by Indra, Ashura and Kaguyas ninshuu ignoring ass?
CONTEXT motherfucker ever heard of it
when kiba asked why he did not take him down and it was revealed why through slight dispositions, best thing about eidetic memories is that you dont forget this shit
Sasuke felt the need to apologize to her and regain her as part of his life and you are discrediting the scene like it does not have 2 pages in the manga yet hold on to a blurry ass panel of him protecting naruto to save the world
Anyways lets finish this bullshittery with showing ON PANEL who sasuke cares about
What? Thought it’d be only Naruto? Lol no I love canon sasuke enough to acknowledge all of his bonds. I am a sinner, guilty as charged shit sasuke cares about more than one person how awful.
Anways i’d LOVE to see your next reach, use better manga panels next time I like mentally stimulating things not sad scrapes of dead arguments
P.S your abuse jokes are STILL fucking bullshit
never trust a str8 bitch
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Haikyuu!! Observations: Chapter 372 and 395 Parallels
** SO. MANY. SPOILERS. BELOW **
Have I established that Furudate is master class in terms of narrative? The parallels in Chapter 372 and 395 of Haikyuu!! are stunning, and need to be discussed.
First off, though, is the establishment of a timeline. Because this final arc has been a mess to make linear sense of...I have no clue how the anime will handle this, other than putting title cards in every single flashback to keep us on track!
For starters, the Ushijima flashback in Chapter 395 happens nearly TWO YEARS before the events of Chapter 372. We get this evidence because at the start of Chapter 395, we have this shot of Ushijima:
Not only does it establish he’s 19, but he’s not on the Schweiden Adlers, yet. He’s in his debut year, playing for the Japan national team. I wonder if he made the switch to play because Hoshiumi joined the Adlers, or Kageyama? And then, in Chapter 372, when we get his selfie reaction -- MORE ON THAT BELOW -- we see that he’s 21 and on the Adlers. So two years difference in those flashbacks in 395 vs. 372, and a total of FOUR years’ difference between the events of Chapter 395 and the present Haikyuu!! timeline. Simple to keep up, right?
So, if the current timeline is November 2018, then it’s around 2014 when Chapter 395 happens. Hinata is considering doing Beach volleyball in his second year, as evidence below, and Oikawa has already joined the Argentinean League right out of high school, which will get brought up below, too.
Okay, getting on track now that we’ve established the timeline -- the first major parallel is Iwaizumi meeting Ushijima, similar to Oikawa and Hinata meeting in Chapter 372, only, of course their meeting is so nonchalant and chill, versus Hinata and Oikawa’s dramatic sand reunion:
BUT HERE, my friends, is where the parallels of Hinata/Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Ushijima create a magnificent Venn Diagram of Narrative Magnificence! You have parallels of:
* TRAINING TO GET BETTER *
Hinata went to the beach in Rio to train in beach volleyball to become a more well-rounded trainer.
Ushijima went to California to get advice and practice training with his father’s foreign league team, much like Oikawa did with joining the Argentinean League...
* TRAINING WITH YOUR IDOLS *
Oikawa establishes in Chapter 372 that he immediately went to Argentina after high school because he wanted to play under the guidance of Jose Blanco, the famous Argentinean setter that he idolized as a kid and still very much respected as a young adult and player. He ALSO, and this is important, establishes that he was going to break into the foreign leagues to get stronger anyway, and that his overall goal is to make it into an Olympics-playing team some day. Given that Hinata’s encounter with Oikawa happens in 2017, he’s been playing with Argentina about three years at this point.
But THEN, we also have Iwaizumi, who back in 2014, went to California after high school to go to college at USC-Irvine in California. His whole reasoning is that a famous Japanese trainer works with the volleyball team there and that Iwaizumi has been a huge fan of him and his published work. He also wants to major as in Sports Science, as we the audience are led to believe, to become a Physical Trainer and intern with the author, Takashi Utsui, once he graduates college.
And of COURSE, there’s the reveal then that Iwaizumi’s actual idol in real life is also the real-life father of his team’s long rival, Ushijima himself. It’s worth posting this reaction alone. Iwaizumi, you beautiful dork, you. If Oikawa ever saw that face, though...
It’s also worth noting at this point that clearly Oikawa and Iwaizumi keep in contact, as evidence in his conversation with Ushijima. I have to say, this chapter showcasing Iwaizumi as the peace-keeper; able to be friends with both Oikawa and his hardest rival, Ushijima, is fantastic. It calls back to when Oikawa was making fun of Hinata outside the bathroom, and Iwaizumi chided him for it. Iwaizumi is just an honest, straightforward, nice guy.
Well....Nice to a point. Let’s all revel in the fact that it was IWAIZUMI, y’all, who started this selfie war. Keep in mind, this was 2014 when he and Ushijima supposedly sent the selfie to Oikawa of themselves. And then, three years later, Oikawa pays them all back:
The final parallel, interestingly enough, with Oikawa and Ushijima, who admits that he has hit a wall and has to move forward to get stronger. Revealing that just maybe, he’s not quite the “genius spiker” that Oikawa pegged him as. That maybe he really is just a normal guy that got “lucky” in terms of the father that helped protect his unique attribute of being a “south paw” and, like Kiyoomi in Chapter 394, was lucky to have those around him that he did to help foster his strength as a player.
Basically, Furudate has given us so much to work with in showing how these characters, who seem so fundamentally different, have so much more in common that we realize at first glance. It’s so masterful to see these moments of set up and payoff happening with so much satisfaction for the reader. I love it.
OH, and of course, I wasn’t going to leave you all without this little set of notes from Chapter 395:
* Tendou in this chapter wasn’t current time skip Tendou. It was 2014 Tendou. So technically, we have no clue what his hair looks like now -- though he’s fabulous either way! So there’s that.
* It’s shown at the end of the chapter Ushijima’s father watching him play from California. We also see, since it’s 2:20 am there, that Iwaizumi is asleep, still in California, too. If it’s 2018 currently in the series, it means that Iwaizumi did graduate college, and has been interning for Utsui for likely a year, now (because it showed he was a sophomore in the flashback):
@tatakunara-orerumade and @hopipp have already posted my headcanons ahead of me, but basically -- if the Olympics happen in 2020, a year and a half from now, that’s plenty of time for Iwaizumi to take his Bachelor’s in Sports Science, internship knowledge from working under his idol Utsui, and make it back to Japan to be a physical trainer for the same team as Ushijima, and more importantly for my shipping, fangirl heart, potentially Oikawa at the Olympics. It would be a beautiful payoff for all the set up these chapters have given us, and a beautiful wrap-up for the series. If we don’t actually get to see the Olympics happen in Haikyuu!! though, you better believe there’s going to be fanfiction about this. *runs off to write*
#iwaoi headcanon#iwaoi#Haikyuu!! spoilers#Haikyuu!! 395#hq 395#Iwaizumi#Oikawa#ushijima#takashi utsui#post time skip#Haikyuu time skip#kiyoomi#hq 394#hq 372#haikyuu!! 372#Hinata#Shoyo hinata#iwaizumi x oikawa#ushijima iwaizumi friendship#thank u furudate#BRB Fangirling#rhetorical ink#Haikyuu!! Observations#Haikyuu!! parallels#It's about the parallels#I'm seriously in awe#Furudate you genius mangaka you#Tendou#ushijima x tendou
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Darwin, Evolution, and Racismby
Eric Lyons, M.Min.
Kyle Butt, M.Div.
The creation and evolution models stand in stark contradistinction in many ways. One model suggests the Universe is the product of an infinite, eternal, omnipotent Creator; the other credits time and random chance processes for the Universe and everything in it. The creation model declares that an intelligent Designer created a variety of life on Earth; evolution purports that all life evolved from a common ancestor. The creation model maintains that morality originated with the Creator; atheistic evolution implies that morality is a human invention without a universal standard.Another major contrast between creation and evolution, which receives relatively little attention from evolutionists, concerns whether some groups of humans are innately superior to others. The biblical creation model indicates that all humans, regardless of shape, size, or color, descended from an original couple created specially by God (Genesis 1-2).Every human life is valuable (Genesis 1:26-27; Genesis 9:6), but no human (save God incarnate—John 1:1-3), nor any group of humans, is more valuable or superior than others (Romans 10:12; cf. Colossians 3:11). Darwinian evolution, on the other hand, is grounded in the idea that all humans evolved from ape-like creatures, and, since some groups of humans supposedly are less ape-like than others, some humans are more highly evolved, and thus, superior and of more value.Multiplied millions, perhaps even billions, of people around the world are familiar with Charles Darwin’s most famous work, The Origin of Species. This year (2009) marks the book’s 150th anniversary—a fact highly publicized by today’s scientific establishment. It seems, however, that relatively few people are aware of the full title of Darwin’s 1859 work: The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection—or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (emp. added). Favored races? Did Darwin believe that some races, or “species of men,” as he referred to them (1871, p. 395), were favored or more highly evolved than others? Although he steered clear of these ideas in The Origin of Species, his second major work on evolutionary theory, The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex, published in 1871, did address the issue.Darwin began the first chapter of The Descent of Man with these words: “He who wishes to decide whether man is the modified descendant of some pre-existing form, would probably first enquire whether man varies, however slightly, in bodily structure and in mental faculties; and if so, whether the variations are transmitted to his offspring in accordance with the laws which prevail with the lower animals” (1871, p. 395). Later, in his chapter titled “On the Affinities and Genealogy of Man,” Darwin wrote:
At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace, the savage races throughout the world. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes, as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break between man and his nearest allies will then be wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state, as we may hope, even than the Caucasian, and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as now between the negro or Australian and the gorilla (p. 521).
Clearly, Darwin was convinced that the more “civilised races” (e.g., Caucasian) would one day exterminate the more savage races, which he considered to be less evolved (and thus more ape-like) than Caucasians. Darwin believed that “the negro” and “Australian” are like sub-species, somewhere between Caucasians and apes. [NOTE: In addition to Darwin’s racist comments in The Descent of Man, he also included sexist statements. His evolutionary views led him to believe that “[t]he chief distinction in the intellectual powers of the two sexes is shown by man’s attaining to a higher eminence, in whatever he takes up, than can woman—whether requiring deep thought, reason, or imagination, or merely the use of the senses and hands.... [T]he average of mental power in man must be above that of woman.... [M]an has ultimately become superior to woman” (pp. 873-874).]One of Darwin’s closest friends and defenders, the prominent 19th-century English biologist Thomas Huxley, was even more direct in his evolutionary-based racist remarks. In his 1865 essay, “Emancipation—Black and White,” Huxley remarked:
It may be quite true that some negroes are better than some white men; but no rational man, cognisant of the facts, believes that the average Negro is the equal, still less the superior, of the white man. And, if this be true, it is simply incredible that, when all his disabilities are removed, and our prognathus relative has a fair field and no favour, as well as no oppressor, he will be able to compete successfully with his bigger-brained and smaller jawed rival, in a contest which is to be carried on by thoughts and not by bites. The highest places in the hierarchy of civilisation will assuredly not be within the reach of our dusky cousins, though it is by no means necessary that they should be restricted to the lowest (emp. added).
According to “Darwin’s Bulldog,” as Huxley was called, the “Negro” is not equal to “the white man.” The alleged smaller-brained, big-jawed negro supposedly cannot compete on the same playing field with the white man. Huxley espoused the false notion that “[t]he highest places in the hierarchy of civilisation will assuredly not be within the reach of our dusky cousins” (1865, emp. added). Little did Huxley know that less then 150 years later an African-American would sit in the highest office of the most wealthy and powerful nation on Earth.The fact is, Darwinian evolution implies that some groups of humans are closer to our alleged ape-like ancestors in their mental faculties than others. Thus, some groups of humans supposedly are superior to others. The Bible teaches exactly the opposite. There are not different species or races of men; there is just one human race—an intelligent people (see
Lyons
, 2002)—that God created “in His image” in the beginning (Genesis 1-2; see Lyons and Thompson, 2002), both “male and female” (Genesis 1:27, emp. added). All of humanity descended from Adam and Eve, the first couple (1 Corinthians 15:45; Genesis 3:20), and later Noah, through whom the Earth was repopulated after the Flood (Genesis 6-10). Whether we are red, yellow, black, or white, we share equal value as human beings, God’s image-bearers (Genesis 1:26-28; cf. Romans 10:12). What’s more, all men stand on equal footing before God as sinners (Romans 3:10,23) in need of a Savior (John 8:24; Mark 16:15-16).
REFERENCES
Darwin, Charles (1859), The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (New York: The Modern Library, reprint).Darwin, Charles (1871), The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex (New York: The Modern Library, reprint).Huxley, Thomas (1865), “Emancipation—Black and White,” [On-line], URL:http://aleph0.clarku.edu/huxley/CE3/B&W.html.Lyons, Eric (2002), “Ancient Nitwits or Knowledgeable Ancestors?” [On-line], URL:
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], 22:17-23,25-31, March/April.
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Darwin, Evolution, and Racismby
Eric Lyons, M.Min.
Kyle Butt, M.Div.
The creation and evolution models stand in stark contradistinction in many ways. One model suggests the Universe is the product of an infinite, eternal, omnipotent Creator; the other credits time and random chance processes for the Universe and everything in it. The creation model declares that an intelligent Designer created a variety of life on Earth; evolution purports that all life evolved from a common ancestor. The creation model maintains that morality originated with the Creator; atheistic evolution implies that morality is a human invention without a universal standard.Another major contrast between creation and evolution, which receives relatively little attention from evolutionists, concerns whether some groups of humans are innately superior to others. The biblical creation model indicates that all humans, regardless of shape, size, or color, descended from an original couple created specially by God (Genesis 1-2).Every human life is valuable (Genesis 1:26-27; Genesis 9:6), but no human (save God incarnate—John 1:1-3), nor any group of humans, is more valuable or superior than others (Romans 10:12; cf. Colossians 3:11). Darwinian evolution, on the other hand, is grounded in the idea that all humans evolved from ape-like creatures, and, since some groups of humans supposedly are less ape-like than others, some humans are more highly evolved, and thus, superior and of more value.Multiplied millions, perhaps even billions, of people around the world are familiar with Charles Darwin’s most famous work, The Origin of Species. This year (2009) marks the book’s 150th anniversary—a fact highly publicized by today’s scientific establishment. It seems, however, that relatively few people are aware of the full title of Darwin’s 1859 work: The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection—or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (emp. added). Favored races? Did Darwin believe that some races, or “species of men,” as he referred to them (1871, p. 395), were favored or more highly evolved than others? Although he steered clear of these ideas in The Origin of Species, his second major work on evolutionary theory, The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex, published in 1871, did address the issue.Darwin began the first chapter of The Descent of Man with these words: “He who wishes to decide whether man is the modified descendant of some pre-existing form, would probably first enquire whether man varies, however slightly, in bodily structure and in mental faculties; and if so, whether the variations are transmitted to his offspring in accordance with the laws which prevail with the lower animals” (1871, p. 395). Later, in his chapter titled “On the Affinities and Genealogy of Man,” Darwin wrote:
At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace, the savage races throughout the world. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes, as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break between man and his nearest allies will then be wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state, as we may hope, even than the Caucasian, and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as now between the negro or Australian and the gorilla (p. 521).
Clearly, Darwin was convinced that the more “civilised races” (e.g., Caucasian) would one day exterminate the more savage races, which he considered to be less evolved (and thus more ape-like) than Caucasians. Darwin believed that “the negro” and “Australian” are like sub-species, somewhere between Caucasians and apes. [NOTE: In addition to Darwin’s racist comments in The Descent of Man, he also included sexist statements. His evolutionary views led him to believe that “[t]he chief distinction in the intellectual powers of the two sexes is shown by man’s attaining to a higher eminence, in whatever he takes up, than can woman—whether requiring deep thought, reason, or imagination, or merely the use of the senses and hands.... [T]he average of mental power in man must be above that of woman.... [M]an has ultimately become superior to woman” (pp. 873-874).]One of Darwin’s closest friends and defenders, the prominent 19th-century English biologist Thomas Huxley, was even more direct in his evolutionary-based racist remarks. In his 1865 essay, “Emancipation—Black and White,” Huxley remarked:
It may be quite true that some negroes are better than some white men; but no rational man, cognisant of the facts, believes that the average Negro is the equal, still less the superior, of the white man. And, if this be true, it is simply incredible that, when all his disabilities are removed, and our prognathus relative has a fair field and no favour, as well as no oppressor, he will be able to compete successfully with his bigger-brained and smaller jawed rival, in a contest which is to be carried on by thoughts and not by bites. The highest places in the hierarchy of civilisation will assuredly not be within the reach of our dusky cousins, though it is by no means necessary that they should be restricted to the lowest (emp. added).
According to “Darwin’s Bulldog,” as Huxley was called, the “Negro” is not equal to “the white man.” The alleged smaller-brained, big-jawed negro supposedly cannot compete on the same playing field with the white man. Huxley espoused the false notion that “[t]he highest places in the hierarchy of civilisation will assuredly not be within the reach of our dusky cousins” (1865, emp. added). Little did Huxley know that less then 150 years later an African-American would sit in the highest office of the most wealthy and powerful nation on Earth.The fact is, Darwinian evolution implies that some groups of humans are closer to our alleged ape-like ancestors in their mental faculties than others. Thus, some groups of humans supposedly are superior to others. The Bible teaches exactly the opposite. There are not different species or races of men; there is just one human race—an intelligent people (see
Lyons
, 2002)—that God created “in His image” in the beginning (Genesis 1-2; see Lyons and Thompson, 2002), both “male and female” (Genesis 1:27, emp. added). All of humanity descended from Adam and Eve, the first couple (1 Corinthians 15:45; Genesis 3:20), and later Noah, through whom the Earth was repopulated after the Flood (Genesis 6-10). Whether we are red, yellow, black, or white, we share equal value as human beings, God’s image-bearers (Genesis 1:26-28; cf. Romans 10:12). What’s more, all men stand on equal footing before God as sinners (Romans 3:10,23) in need of a Savior (John 8:24; Mark 16:15-16).
REFERENCES
Darwin, Charles (1859), The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (New York: The Modern Library, reprint).Darwin, Charles (1871), The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex (New York: The Modern Library, reprint).Huxley, Thomas (1865), “Emancipation—Black and White,” [On-line], URL:http://aleph0.clarku.edu/huxley/CE3/B&W.html.Lyons, Eric (2002), “Ancient Nitwits or Knowledgeable Ancestors?” [On-line], URL:
http://www.apologeticspress.org/articles/1798
.Lyons, Eric and Bert Thompson (2002), “In the ‘Image and Likeness of God,’” Reason & Revelation [
Part I
&
Part II
], 22:17-23,25-31, March/April.
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Darwin, Evolution, and Racismby
Eric Lyons, M.Min.
Kyle Butt, M.Div.
The creation and evolution models stand in stark contradistinction in many ways. One model suggests the Universe is the product of an infinite, eternal, omnipotent Creator; the other credits time and random chance processes for the Universe and everything in it. The creation model declares that an intelligent Designer created a variety of life on Earth; evolution purports that all life evolved from a common ancestor. The creation model maintains that morality originated with the Creator; atheistic evolution implies that morality is a human invention without a universal standard.Another major contrast between creation and evolution, which receives relatively little attention from evolutionists, concerns whether some groups of humans are innately superior to others. The biblical creation model indicates that all humans, regardless of shape, size, or color, descended from an original couple created specially by God (Genesis 1-2).Every human life is valuable (Genesis 1:26-27; Genesis 9:6), but no human (save God incarnate—John 1:1-3), nor any group of humans, is more valuable or superior than others (Romans 10:12; cf. Colossians 3:11). Darwinian evolution, on the other hand, is grounded in the idea that all humans evolved from ape-like creatures, and, since some groups of humans supposedly are less ape-like than others, some humans are more highly evolved, and thus, superior and of more value.Multiplied millions, perhaps even billions, of people around the world are familiar with Charles Darwin’s most famous work, The Origin of Species. This year (2009) marks the book’s 150th anniversary—a fact highly publicized by today’s scientific establishment. It seems, however, that relatively few people are aware of the full title of Darwin’s 1859 work: The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection—or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (emp. added). Favored races? Did Darwin believe that some races, or “species of men,” as he referred to them (1871, p. 395), were favored or more highly evolved than others? Although he steered clear of these ideas in The Origin of Species, his second major work on evolutionary theory, The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex, published in 1871, did address the issue.Darwin began the first chapter of The Descent of Man with these words: “He who wishes to decide whether man is the modified descendant of some pre-existing form, would probably first enquire whether man varies, however slightly, in bodily structure and in mental faculties; and if so, whether the variations are transmitted to his offspring in accordance with the laws which prevail with the lower animals” (1871, p. 395). Later, in his chapter titled “On the Affinities and Genealogy of Man,” Darwin wrote:
At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace, the savage races throughout the world. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes, as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break between man and his nearest allies will then be wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state, as we may hope, even than the Caucasian, and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as now between the negro or Australian and the gorilla (p. 521).
Clearly, Darwin was convinced that the more “civilised races” (e.g., Caucasian) would one day exterminate the more savage races, which he considered to be less evolved (and thus more ape-like) than Caucasians. Darwin believed that “the negro” and “Australian” are like sub-species, somewhere between Caucasians and apes. [NOTE: In addition to Darwin’s racist comments in The Descent of Man, he also included sexist statements. His evolutionary views led him to believe that “[t]he chief distinction in the intellectual powers of the two sexes is shown by man’s attaining to a higher eminence, in whatever he takes up, than can woman—whether requiring deep thought, reason, or imagination, or merely the use of the senses and hands.... [T]he average of mental power in man must be above that of woman.... [M]an has ultimately become superior to woman” (pp. 873-874).]One of Darwin’s closest friends and defenders, the prominent 19th-century English biologist Thomas Huxley, was even more direct in his evolutionary-based racist remarks. In his 1865 essay, “Emancipation—Black and White,” Huxley remarked:
It may be quite true that some negroes are better than some white men; but no rational man, cognisant of the facts, believes that the average Negro is the equal, still less the superior, of the white man. And, if this be true, it is simply incredible that, when all his disabilities are removed, and our prognathus relative has a fair field and no favour, as well as no oppressor, he will be able to compete successfully with his bigger-brained and smaller jawed rival, in a contest which is to be carried on by thoughts and not by bites. The highest places in the hierarchy of civilisation will assuredly not be within the reach of our dusky cousins, though it is by no means necessary that they should be restricted to the lowest (emp. added).
According to “Darwin’s Bulldog,” as Huxley was called, the “Negro” is not equal to “the white man.” The alleged smaller-brained, big-jawed negro supposedly cannot compete on the same playing field with the white man. Huxley espoused the false notion that “[t]he highest places in the hierarchy of civilisation will assuredly not be within the reach of our dusky cousins” (1865, emp. added). Little did Huxley know that less then 150 years later an African-American would sit in the highest office of the most wealthy and powerful nation on Earth.The fact is, Darwinian evolution implies that some groups of humans are closer to our alleged ape-like ancestors in their mental faculties than others. Thus, some groups of humans supposedly are superior to others. The Bible teaches exactly the opposite. There are not different species or races of men; there is just one human race—an intelligent people (see
Lyons
, 2002)—that God created “in His image” in the beginning (Genesis 1-2; see Lyons and Thompson, 2002), both “male and female” (Genesis 1:27, emp. added). All of humanity descended from Adam and Eve, the first couple (1 Corinthians 15:45; Genesis 3:20), and later Noah, through whom the Earth was repopulated after the Flood (Genesis 6-10). Whether we are red, yellow, black, or white, we share equal value as human beings, God’s image-bearers (Genesis 1:26-28; cf. Romans 10:12). What’s more, all men stand on equal footing before God as sinners (Romans 3:10,23) in need of a Savior (John 8:24; Mark 16:15-16).
REFERENCES
Darwin, Charles (1859), The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (New York: The Modern Library, reprint).Darwin, Charles (1871), The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex (New York: The Modern Library, reprint).Huxley, Thomas (1865), “Emancipation—Black and White,” [On-line], URL:http://aleph0.clarku.edu/huxley/CE3/B&W.html.Lyons, Eric (2002), “Ancient Nitwits or Knowledgeable Ancestors?” [On-line], URL:
http://www.apologeticspress.org/articles/1798
.Lyons, Eric and Bert Thompson (2002), “In the ‘Image and Likeness of God,’” Reason & Revelation [
Part I
&
Part II
], 22:17-23,25-31, March/April.
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