so anton’s been known for plagiarism issues and copying off of other’s established works and romance club still decided to hire him & give him free reign to rip off attack on titan + neon genesis evangelion as if they aren’t the most popular and recognizable fiction works of the past few decades and expected what? for it to not go south?
xander, who's had an idyllic childhood in the most eat the rich sentiment-provoking region of the entire nation with a sweet mother who still loves him and calls him home and dotes on him and a vaguely strict father, smuggles stimulants that is murder disguised as salvation in the poorest, most desperate corners of the city under the guise of making money, who's gleeful and proud of his position in the military.
there are two options here. either have 1. xander be from the metropolis and go to the military with the intention of checking his privilege and eventually get woke and be a good guy or 2. be from the first district and be resentful and be a morally grey character. what possible convergence is being attempted here. why is xander from metropolis smuggling stimulants in the name of idealism
i've decided to start working for myself / i'm used to action / being commandant is just boring / it's not even about what they did to me.
...he was being serious? he was literal? and what did they do to him? what in god's name gives him reason to be acting like this?
anton will replace the emotional intimacy and vulnerability required for the consolidation and depth of a relationship with ANYTHING
this could've been an opportunity for them to finally be tender and honest about their feelings, despite and with the overwhelming, out of control terror. i want to sleep with you again could've so easily been i want to touch you again, i want to hear that laugh again, i want you with me
me when i miss three seasons for a window into intimacy and now have to toss in bullshit like look at him with his mother isn't he so sweet and he's an artist to trick the readers into a false sense of knowing him 😂
me when i can't write and have to allude to a character we've known for three seasons having this completely different, secret side we can only see in shadows and traces in the future to avoid the work needed to deepen what's been shown from the start 😂😂😂 are you inventing something @antonatri
so this was me, four months ago, making an entire prediction from one single screenshot bc i suspected neon genesis evangelion lines of connections/ plagiarism/ inspo happening in advent no. 3:
advent no. 3, this very update, confirming not only everything i predicted but also in that exact same fucking order:
i am so fucking sick and tired of this bullshit. first aleksandra with hsr and now anton with an3?
the next rc author in line with nge to make a mediocre book that somehow still claims top ten:
idk if your tags were referring to just hsr gifsets but I’d love to see your take on deanluna or the dark sides of GoD !!!!!! (also holy fuck this took me forever to type cause my phone is glitching)
oh my god my deanluna don’t even joke lad! yes absolutely they’ll always be on the list so the only thing left to do is to find the perfect clips for them. gonna parade them around & shove them down everyone’s throat.
and i think you meant goe? if so, yes! didn’t think of it from that angle before but i’m alr developing an idea around it hmm let’s see!
waterlily love interests except for tiffany and luna stop treating the mc like a four year old with no personal agency or autonomy and is not a grown ass woman herself challenge.
What is the memory? The one that tastes like ash in her mouth. The one that beats in the roots of her sinew, her tendons, her ligaments, her muscle and flesh. Something her body knows that her brain won't tell her.
When Illayona Ikeda returns from months of oblivion, screaming and kicking and covered in blood, like her second birth, violence turns to rot in her body. With blood that hisses and spits, bones that thrum with unused venom, muscles that ache for the thrill of a punch, her reformed self likes to think of herself as somewhat of a pacifist.
There's a line. Some blurry, intangible thing, that carves out two selves. Before and after.
She's retired her old life (a dark, damp whirlpool of hate and misery so consuming it could send the unwise to the brink of insanity) and, as Gojo has put it to her, turned over a new leaf.
She doesn't fight, doesn't spar, doesn't exorcise, she hasn't raised a fist in months, she hasn't even cussed out Gojo for weeks. And perhaps resisting insubordination and violent tendencies doesn't quite call for the level of celebration she's affording herself, and maybe Principal Yaga has a point when he says that she hasn't really proved anything, given her technique has relied on avoidance and no introspection or self-work, but that's not the point.
She's renewed.
Illayona doesn't have to address the haunting nightmares that's plagued her mind, chipped away at her shaky resolve, brought her to crushing lows. Her past is a murky, slithering thing that refuses to be caught, it's nothing but a flash of teeth and hair and wounds. She cannot work her mouth around the words that sing to her, she cannot confess to a crime she doesn't recall.
So Illayona's healing on her own terms - and she's doing that by healing others. Tokyo Jujustu High's very own... medical assistant? She doesn't really have a specific role, with her newly discovered Reverse Cursed Technique, she mills around and leaves the hard work to Shoko. It's better than trying to touch something innate that she cannot recall. Her technique, like a taunt, like an omen, unreachable, indecipherable. No longer accessible.
But no one needs to know that.
Illayona doesn't need to talk about her months in some alternate dimension she refuses to describe, name or even mention. She doesn't need to tell anyone about the strange link she has to a cursed tool the Jujustu society believes has been lost in time. No. She doesn't. Because that would entail picking at sticky, unsettling threads, like will reveal a rat king's worth of tangles so sickening she'd rather just wait for death to come to her.
But that was before a murder, eerily reminiscent to the mission she was on before disappearing emerges. And it was before her dreams began to bleed into reality, her two selves shrouding each other in darkness in an attempt to converge. And it was before some odd, unsettling feeling of being observed began to overrun her days.
And now she's saddled with Yuta Okkotsu, trailing after a goose chase that may just be enough to rip apart the fragile peace she's created for herself. And what she definitely doesn't need is another, traumatised, pretty-eyes-with-a-dark-backstory sauntering into her life.
It's for the best to shove him as harsh and hard out of her life. If there's any constants in her life, it's two things: hunger and death.
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