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Sword Oratoria

So awhile back I picked up the first volume of the Danmachi spinoff LN in a buy two get one free sale thinking that it was a manga. I was initially disappointed because I didn’t really want a LN at the time, but since I bought it I figured I might as well go ahead and read it. 

I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised. It’s certainly not the pinnacle of fantasy writing, but I was engaged in the story and wanted to know what was going to happen next. I appreciate that in the spinoff it focuses on Aiz and her familia doing badass things in the dungeon rather than Bell being a newb and getting stronger. Aiz is already basically a god among men, and it lets the story go somewhere different than the original. 

While the writing is for the most part fairly simple (though I suspect this is partly because of it being translated and also that LNs are typically aimed at a younger audience and tend to not use a lot of advanced Kanji, which probably translates to the somewhat punctual and simple sentences that LN translations seem to have) the author has a real knack for describing large scale tactical battles. Sure Aiz is pretty OP and well wreck things, but in the really lower levels of the dungeon if they don’t work together and have a strong battle plan they’re just gonna die. 

I also appreciate that in the LN the world is fleshed out a lot more. World building is one of my favorite things in a show or book, and the Danmachi anime didn’t go into too much depth about the various things. The LN goes into much much more depth about how all the systems work, the various familia, cool little things about the world and so on. Also the dungeon is just fucking cool. Each floor can be completely unique, with almost no restrictions placed on what it has to look like or be which leaves the author with incredible freedom to dream up the wildest floors they possibly want. 

I wasn’t really expecting to enjoy this book very much, but it’s a solid fun read. Something like a 6-7/10 if I’m going to give it numbers. If you liked Danmachi at all, or sort of liked it but wanted a different view of the world this is a nice book to pick up. Only the first volume has been officially translated, but they seem to be coming out with new official translations every couple months. I’m sure there are fan translations floating around too, but I haven’t looked for them. 

So ya, fun book. There is an anime adaption scheduled sometime this year too. I think next season, but maybe the one after. That should be fun. 

damn okay not that anyone’s accused me but i am not making Rebel Ruby up she’s just kinda lowkey about it because she’s shy but look:

-she was supposed to have a hime cut like Dia’s to fit tradition, but during middle school (which i think is around the same time she got into idols, not a coincidence) she “willfully quit everything” and changed it to her current spunky sidetails.

-i’m not sure what degree of ‘quit everything’ the translation meant (at most she stopped taking the extra lessons Dia was taking, too) but it does mean that changing her hairstyle wasn’t as simple as going to the hairdresser one day and showing them a picture

-idk but the fact that she likes idols (and it sounds like she liked them before dia did) probably went against what was expected of her too. pre-anime Dia, the picture of traditional japanese elegance, didnt seem to want anything to do with them, and You says in ep 1 that dia is probably against idols because she comes from that type of upbringing

-honestly putting expectations on a kid that doesn’t have it in them to fulfill them seems to be a reliable way to have them go contrary to those same expectations, and we know Ruby doesnt think she can measure up to Dia, who does everything her family wants of her and more, so there are probably feelings of ‘if i cant be that then i’ll be something else instead’

-she, unlike anyone else in aqours, wants to be one of yohane’s little demons? yohane, who embodies not giving a shit what people think? you saw her making heart-eyes at Datenshi Yohane’s introduction she was probably thinking ‘wow she’s so cool i want to do whatever i want like that’

-i mean there aren’t a lot of individual instances, it’s a character trait and not a habit

-just let her dab oh my god


“Where’s your mother?” “About a few months after you, she took off. Dropped me off at my grandma’s and went to go ‘find herself.’ I guess she’s still looking.”

3x23 missing scene fic - Rebound dress

Summary: Felicity doesn’t know what to pack for the roadtrip with Oliver. He ends up helping her, and in result he finds the black dress she wore to a double date with Barry.

Tagging: olicitykisses sentence-fragments redpendreaming snowssmoak diggo26 alsaheemsmoak thebelovedsaralance (special thanks to Anna for letting me use the ‘rebound dress’ phrase) (anyone else wants to read my lousy attempts at fic writing?)

She was standing in front of her wardrobe with a crease between her eyebrows. It was a crease created by concentration and frustration. She had a huge dilemma. The dilemma was a courtesy of no other than Oliver Queen. “Damn him and his secrets.” Felicity cursed under her breath her new boyfriend.

As if on cue, someone knocked on the door and she got yanked from her thoughts. “Coming!” she yelled as she walked to open the door. “Oh, you will be.” a low growl and a cheeky smirk welcomed her when she finally opened. She actually froze with her mouth hanging and she couldn’t gather herself to reply. Oliver Queen. Dropping sexual innuendos.

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If it hasn’t been done already, can someone please make a parallel gifset of

Barry: So I’m asking you one last time, please, stop.
Iris: And I am asking you one last time to tell me what is really going on with you.
Why am I the only one of us who’s interested in this?
Barry: I guess, just, all this stuff with my family, I finally just put it behind me.
I’m asking you to also.
Iris: That may have been how this started, but it’s about something more than that for me now.
Whoever this streak is, wherever he comes from, I am not stopping until the rest of the world believes in him.

Barry: All right, guys, I don’t want any of you here right now.
Iris: Barry, everyone in this room cares about you, but we also care about this city.
We all want to make a difference, and that means fighting meta-humans, and that means working with the Flash.
You can’t deny us that.
Not anymore.

Something I love about Iris is that she asserts her agency. Even when people she loves try to get her to back down, she does what she thinks is right. I can’t take anyone who calls Iris “weak-willed” seriously because they’re obviously not watching the show. Iris is stubborn and assertive and strong-willed and I love it.

Also I love this parallel not only because assertive Iris, but because of what it means for Iris and the idea of hope and the bigger picture.

Iris West is the one who constantly tells Barry that the symbol of The Flash, what The Flash stands for, goes beyond just Barry. In 1.05, she didn’t know that Barry was The Flash. She wanted to write about this mysterious, impossible hero who was saving the city in secret to give her best friend hope. When said best friend asked her to stop, she tells Barry that “it’s about something more than that” – it’s about providing hope and belief to the rest of the world.

In 2.01, she knows her best friend and The Flash are one in the same, but she still asserts that it’s more than just Barry. She had two reasons for standing up to him:
1) She had presumably given him the space he needed and wanted to deal with his grief during those 6 months while she dealt with her grief, but she saw that he wasn’t moving past it and couldn’t do it alone anymore – she cares.
2) She cares about the city.
And this reflects in her response to him. She tells him that they care about him because he needs to hear the words of affirmation after months of beating himself up. But she reminds him that the rest of the team have motivations that go beyond just him – that it was their right to help protect the city in the ways that they and Barry had no right to strip them of their agency, Flash or not. She reminds him that they work with The Flash because what’s most important is making a difference - which is helping others and providing hope.

(And when Barry is an ass and faces Atom Smasher without his comm even after Iris’ speech, he’s punished for it and Joe vindicates Iris by saying she’s right and basically tells Barry to get his head out of his ass and to quit with his narcissistic man pain because everyone is a grown up who made their own decisions that day. I am extremely pleased by them telling Barry off and being positioned as in the right for it if you couldn’t tell 😌)

Anyway, while Barry/The Flash might be the symbol of hope, but Iris West is the ultimate believer and protector of that symbol. She is the first one to believe in Barry, the first one to believe in The Flash, the one who gets the city to believe in The Flash, and the one who helps Barry believe in himself.

With Rites of Spring 

A Beltane Fic 

The Bog King supposed the problem started when Marianne referred to what was bothering her as Fairy Stuff.

Well, it was really the problem of that saying in general - “Fairy Stuff”, “Goblin Business” or any variation thereupon -  which had, over the past two months, become the pair’s way of letting the other know that whatever bad mood they may be in on any given day was completely unrelated to them and therefor nothing to worry about. Typically, Marianne would ask for elaboration, always curious about the politics in the Dark Forest and tactical strategies while she trained for her inevitable future as ruler of a kingdom of her own. Bog, already in possession of his kingdom, did not share in her curiosity and usually left any fairy business as that, fairy business.  

Okay so maybe that was where the problem was.

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What We Had: Jealousy Theme (Day 2)

“Can I ask you something?” As casual as she was trying to sound, Amelia’s heart was racing. Owen rolled onto his stomach, shifting the blankets slightly.

“Go ahead.”

The trailer was dark, with the faint beams of moonlight coming in through the windows as the only source of light. It was better that way, Amelia thought. That way he couldn’t see how obviously distraught she was. Amelia pulled the blanket up to her chin and stared at the ceiling. “Are you still in love with her?”


“You know who.” It came out sharper than she intended, and she sighed and tried again. “You know. Because the other day Meredith mentioned her. And the way she did, it seems like she obviously still cares about you. Like you had something real. Like you still have something real. Something real and good and special because otherwise Meredith wouldn’t have mentioned it, right? So I was wondering, you know, if you still love her. If this is a mistake, if I’m just getting myself tangled up in some twisty mess that’ll fall apart if she ever comes back. Cause you could still love her. You could still love…” Amelia swallowed hard. It took all her resolve to say her name, the name of the woman who could still hold the heart of the man she was falling in love with. She hated feeling this vulnerable, and for the second time that night she silently thanked whatever higher power was out there that Owen couldn’t see her face. “…you could still love Cristina.”

Owen was silent. Silent for a while. In fact, Amelia noted, too long.

“It’s okay,” she continued desperately. “If you are, I mean. I know Arizona’s looking for a place, so we can apartment hunt together or something so I won’t have to be around making things harder. Because I don’t want to ruin someone’s true love or whatever. I’m not one of those crazy girls who falls in love with someone and destroys everything just to have them, you know? But I feel crazy. Because it’s crazy that I’m in love with you. It is. It’s completely, one hundred percent batcrap crazy, and it’s even crazier to think that you could be in love with me after what was obviously something big and important with Cristina, so I’ll get it. I’ll get it if you’re still in love with her. I’ll take the hint and I’ll find an apartment and I’ll keep things strictly professional. I’m a big girl. I’ll live. I just want to know if that’s what you have so I can stop-”


Amelia turned away from him, too embarrassed to let her gaze find his in the dim moonlight. “What?”

“I was. I was in love with her. And a part of me will always remember what we had. What we were. But we were too different, Amelia. We couldn’t make it work.” He put his hand softly on her shoulder. “I’ll always be in love with what we had. But I’m not in love with her. And something tells me I could find it again. Everything we had.”

Amelia turned towards him reluctantly. “Really?”

Owen looked at her in admiration. The way her hair fell gently across the pillow in soft, swirling curls reminded him of the way smoke delicately curled off a freshly extinguished candle. The way her skin glowed in the moonlight was beautiful, almost ethereal. Like she was a goddess, or an angel. The way her eyes shined and sparkled even in near darkness was starlike. She was a medley of all the ways that beauty existed in the world, and Owen found himself falling more in love the longer he looked. Her vulnerability and strength, her humor and solemnity, her light and her darkness; she was a walking paradox, and her complexity only drew Owen closer. For the first time since Cristina had left, he realized that he not only could find love again, he already had. He stroked her hair and curled the ends in his fingers. “I think I already have.”

Amelia propped herself up by her elbows and held Owen’s gaze.

“Good.” she whispered, before leaning in close to kiss him with all the passion and excitement she suddenly felt. “Because otherwise it would’ve made my little emotional declaration there really awkward.”