IN THIS EPISODE OF ??? I LITERALLY HAVEN'T READ IT YET SO UH WHATEVER:
WHAT FUCKING YEAR IS IT WHERE AM I
no but really HELLO GUESS WHAT UPDATED offal hunt updated AND SO I CAN COMPELLED TO LIVEBLOG... i honestly don't remember much of shit from chapter 22 except i called cinder a wet grape like twice BUT WHO CARES. WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT AS WE GO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--
“Get up.”
Glynda got up.
offal hunt has always such a masterful grasp on narration from a POV character... there's such simplicity to glynda's more staccato thought patterns that makes her view so unmistakeably Hers, and the fact it can vary between being Hardcore and more subtle is *mwah*. i love this huntress and her brain that is just, like, fucked,
Like the needle of a compass, she sought her out.
go-go gadget gaydar
“Because the Fang is hunting you.”
“You too, if you’re with me.”
“I’m with you.”
guys come on am i even 200 words in yet??? you cannot start with these feelies right out of the gate ive JUST woken up (i havent but still)
In the low timbre of a secret, Cinder said, “I know.” And looking away this time: “I know. Thank you.”
i love cinder in the exact same moment in the exact same breath that i would like to commit unimaginable acts of violence against her for being just. like That. Dumbass Central Station. i just wanna take a nutcracker to her and just *crunch noise* open her up like a walnut u know? u know,
“Please. I don’t understand what’s going on. I want to help you, but I don’t know what we’re doing. What happened to you? What’s happening to us?”
me, who knows but, like, also doesn't know: IF YOU FIND OUT I WOULD LIKE TO BE THE FIRST TO KNOW ACTUALLY,
If Cinder needed protection, she would protect her.
*makes a bunch of gestures at kc and diesel meaningfully but also threateningly* god i have so many things to say to you glynda but instead i just *heavy exhale*
The answer came shuddering out of her, as though it changed everything: “Yes. I promise.” And then: “You can trust me, Glynda.”
*HEAVY EXHALE x2*
changed everything huh............................................................................................................ hm. i'm certainly curious to know what yr definition of 'everything' is, cinder, because knowing you it's a very loose term,
The door slammed open; Glynda seized it with her Semblance and threw it back through the frame, cracking it against the bodies there.
"Room service-- AW FUCK"
She could trust Cinder. Cinder would explain everything.
bear with i'm just looking for a reaction image here... ah yes! here:
Glynda said, “I’m going to secure your arm. It will keep it safer.” She withdrew her belt and stepped in front of Cinder to fasten it like a sling around her.
glynda's pants drop around her ankles. she's wearing booty shorts that say 'juicy' across her butt. the red attracts the attention of every white fang member in a 20 kilometre radius. they die instantly,
Cinder visibly bristled. In her mind, Glynda pictured spiked Grimm pelt, hair raised on end, jaggedly furious.
i was gonna go find an image of a kitty all fluffed up as an example but then i remembered the content-aware scaling cats and i'm like what if she looked more like this
which, compared to glynda, is probably accurate.
“There you are.” Acknowledgement rankled at Glynda. Sienna Khan was talking to her even if she only had eyes for Cinder. “Cinder’s dog. If she brought you with her this time, she must have realized how serious I am.”
god yes i know sienna khan is a huge bitch in this and yet........................................ oghuguohohughoh i want to press every word she says directly into my EYES... offal hunt more like almost 100k of hot women,
Glynda caught Cinder by the back of the coat as she barrelled past. She turned to spit at her, already half ablaze, but Glynda held her close to her side. Cinder’s features twisted with such a fury that Glynda had never seen before; true, genuine bloodlust radiated from her, and it seemed at once that they were all in danger—even Glynda, just for standing between Cinder and her prey.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD loving how cinder is just feral... sienna out here calling glynda cinder's dog whilst blatantly ignoring the fucking cat carrier behind her that's rocking around like its hosting a rave party,
Instead, Glynda grabbed Cinder’s wrist, hot like glowing metal, and stood in front of her to block her view of Sienna. With both of their backs to their enemies, they could only see each other.
i have MISSED THESE TWO SO MUCH ACTUALLY................ am sobbing in da club babes
She didn’t need protecting. Glynda would do it all the same.
glynda my good and tender bitch u do too much all the time. u r carrying this team. literally carrying it how much does cinder weigh to u? like a pebble? TWO pebbles???
“If we jump, they’ll have to take the elevator. It’ll take much longer. We’ll have time to find an airship.”
okay but imagine if she makes this jump and we cut back to adam and sienna listening to elevator music on the way up. just sort of awkwardly not looking at each other. maybe some other random person is there too. just chilling for a few minutes. it would be an important story beat, i think,
Her hand was perfect and warm in Glynda’s, and she squeezed it. She didn’t know why.
its the lesbsisianmism. lesbsianam. lesbaiaigiam,
Around them, a crowd had formed even in the raging storm. They held batons and knuckle-knives and wickedly edged blades. They held their grim purpose, no masks to disguise their looks of contempt.
they were waiting for the elevator this whole time
The tell-tale prickle crawling up her neck was unbearable—unbearable, and familiar. It ached like an old wound; her soul trembled to know it, weeping like an open sore, and her head swiveled, trying to spot even the slightest ripple in the clouds.
🤔👀
(hey did you know the emoji keyboard doesn't work on win11. sick. amazing.)
She was choking on Grimm, a hot and ashy feeling like brimstone in her lungs. Every breath carried the acrid stench of it up; it tasted like fear, and death, and destiny. She was sweating even with the rain, a cold chill running through her.
She knew this Grimm.
👀👀👀👀👀👀 but DO you,
The feeling raking up Glynda’s spine was unmistakable, though—that ancient, strange hunger belonged to no other Grimm she had seen. Speaking quietly to Cinder, Glynda assured, “I can feel it. It’s almost here.”
And Cinder whispered: “That’s not him.”
OH BOY LET'S OPEN THIS DOOR
Her heart was jackhammering in her chest, her soul quivering at the proximity—everything in her being screamed to run away, to run until she couldn’t breathe—there!
i'll be the first to confess that i don't remember what we have or have not covered in this version of offal hunt so i will play it safe, as ever, and post only this: 👈😎👈
As she stared, petrified, the Grimm opened its maw. Rows and rows of teeth, each at least as long as her leg, glinted dully in the rain. A warm, golden light pooled at the back of the Grimm’s throat, as though the storm was breaking in front of their eyes—Glynda saw the impossible sun rising in the Grimm’s throat, burning, blinding, and Cinder suddenly yanked her away. The pull on her arm was strong enough to hurt, and she stumbled after Cinder as she pulled them both towards the edge of the island.
HERE WE GO BABEY HELL YEAH HELL YEAH WELCOME TO DA STAGE big chongus among us THE LOVE OF MY *inhales* LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE
Molten fire rained down, through the platform—no, no, Glynda blinked, the platform was gone entirely. The platform came down around them as they fell, in a thousand broken pieces, and Glynda could see the unmistakable forms of other bodies twisting through the air—dead or alive, she couldn’t tell.
did sienna just straight up take the biggest L. if so: rip queen you were a milf to the end,
A furious roar from above pierced some ancient nerve in her, lancing through her very soul: the Manticore had only ever been an echo of this feeling, and for the first time in decades, Glynda’s response was not hunger. It was not the hunt that called her.
This was fear incarnate.
AND NOW! WE! ARE! COOKING! WITH! GAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hell YES
oh MAN what a return to this huh. what a TIME we have had. i cant say shit lest i say something i shouldnt (yet) but OHOHOHOHO this is about to get VERY sexy VERY fast (actual sexiness may vary according to taste). that said. how yall gonna get outta this one huh...
thanks u diesel and kc for this good food i owe u £20 and a big mac each sdfghjdsghj
Finally read the Offal Hunt remaster thingy tonight and uh @lionsenpai you have no right to make me feel these things AGAIN. My God this universe is like a never ending drug addiction.
Hey what’s up I finally did the thing. Friendly reminder that if you’re not reading Offal Hunt by @lionsenpai and @rontra then you’re missing out & you need to do so immediately. But if you have not read OH previously and intend to do so then you should not read this thing bc this contains spoilers.
Under the cut bc this got long.
So yeah I put liveblog/review kinda thing in the title bc this isn’t really a liveblog? Like if this was a liveblog it would just be me copy pasting all the lines in the entire chapter here and some unintelligent screaming. But like I wanted to have at least some coherent things to say so I had to take some time with this to think and gather my thoughts. Anyway let’s get started.
And still, there was no sign of the witch.
Cinder, a witch??? Oh Glynda honey you’ve got a storm coming.
Not to mention, having Ironwood in the room was bound to worsen the situation.
Ironwood, ruining Glynda’s day with just his presence. Cinder Fall may have attacked the CCT tower but at least she was hot af.
From over the top of a monitor, Glynda had seen but the briefest flash of gold beneath her dark bangs, like a serpent nestled in the undergrowth
I am 100% always here for Cinder described as a snake.
“She was… Savage.” Insufficient. Glynda tried again. “Lethal. More so than anyone else I’ve ever fought.”
Merely alluding to the clash filled her with an uneasy prickling. When she blinked, she could see the woman still, wreathed in a corona of hellfire. Cinder was no Huntress, not like Glynda. In her, Glynda sensed only the capacity for annihilation.
Lethal & extremly dangerous? Not a huntress? Only the capacity for annihilation? So… kinda like… a grimm… would you say…???
Ozpin tried to look unaffected, even as one of his hands instinctively lifted to touch the brooch on his scarf. A nervous tick, and for good reason. Nothing and no one had been able to keep up with Glynda before this. Confusion crossed Ozpin’s face and then vague fear. Even Ironwood had been moved to silence by Glynda’s words.
I just really love how everyone acknowledges that Glynda is so fucking powerful like “nothing and no one had been able to keep up with her” SHE SO STRONK
Little remained of the place where Glynda and Cinder Fall had drawn first blood, and all of it was charred and broken.
Damn I just love this line I’m not good with metaphors and symbolism and that shit but like. This shit right here? This is something. Ahsdhiasudh I really wish I could properly tell u what this line means to me but I just can’t do words rn
“I understand that your forces have tangled with her before, but this cannot be personal, James. You won’t avenge any death by sending more of your people to the slaughter.”
ZOOMS THE FUCK IN OH MY GOD IS THIS ABOUT THAT THING WITH WINTER OH BOY THIS WASN’T IN THE FIRST VERSION WAS THIS (i checked it wasn’t!!!!)
Without you was implicit. Even Glynda caught it.
IRONWOOD GO AWAY YOU’RE NOT NEEDED HERE NO ONE LOVES YOU. EVEN GLYNDA CAN TELL.
Ironwood was useless tension.
YEAH THAT’S HIM THAT’S HIS ENTIRE CHARACTER IN A NUTSHELL
“I have known many Huntsmen and Huntresses during my long life, but none of them hold a candle to you.”
Glynda so stronk
The praise should have banished all doubts. It didn’t. A torrid mix of dread and uncertainty filled her to brim.
“Sir, I can’t leave the school,” she said, a touch desperate. “Beacon is my home.”
Alright yall offal hunt is canceled Glynda doesn’t want to leave her home and she’s an anxious mess so let’s not make her do that alright
Couldn’t—until she could. Like the ebb of a tide from some bottomless sea, calm overtook her, bit by bit, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of that fear.
ah yes there she is, void Glynda, making things weird and creepy since chapter one this time.
It hadn’t been intended as a challenge, but his words still latched onto her pride like bristling burrs, digging in deep to draw blood. Of course she could catch her.
Glynda was a Huntress. She could hunt.
Glynda already making things weird by making up some kinda of rivarly with Cinder.
if she was to leave Beacon, she would gladly be the one to smother this particular flame
glynda: alright i have to leave my home to hunt down a criminal but at least that criminal is hot af
“When does my mission begin?” she asked, a hollow note in her tone.
Just the mention of her sent a thrill down her spine, something vacuous and ravenous settling deep in the pit of her stomach. A smoldering on the edge of hunger, the heat of it making her suit glow softly. Glynda Goodwitch had exceeded all expectations; not simply meeting her in battle, but pushing her back, the tower around them warping with the force of their collision.
There were few who could make her sweat, even fewer who could make retreat appear attractive. Glynda Goodwitch had done both.
Cinder: *gets her ass kicked*
Cinder: holy shit that was hot
She’d felt the capacity for it in their first meeting, when Glynda Goodwitch had called down a storm of ice upon them. She was power and magic welded into human shape, and Cinder had suspected, had considered—but now she knew.
O shit Glynda. Busted.
“If I didn’t know better I’d say you actually liked the brats—”
“Beacon won’t be safe for very long,” she cut him off, all flashfire irritation. He wrinkled his nose, withdrawing.
Roman: *implies Cinder Fall likes someone*
Cinder, immediately: how fucking dare u
Cinder saw her reflection in the glass, a serpent’s smile curling her lips.
Still 100% here for Cinder=snake
Aaaaand that’s a wrap, but there’s more to come bc I am very late to the party and I’m very excited. Hopefully it won’t take me two months to get the next one done and I’ll be able to get caught up before offal hunt resumes from the break.
After facing Cinder Fall at Beacon’s CCT Tower, Glynda is personally assigned to hunt her down. Embarking into the unknown, tracking Remnant’s most notorious criminal, Glynda’s only lead is the twisted trail of ash and rot left in Cinder’s wake. The further away from Beacon’s guiding light the hunt strays, the more the danger escalates—but so do the questions.
Cinder Fall knows something. Something about Glynda. And her schemes involve far more than Dust trafficking; something much bigger is at stake, and in following the smoke trail to its end, Glynda may well find herself on a pyre.
*
“Get up.”
Glynda got up. The sheets fell around her waist, her flesh prickling in the cool air. The walls closed their toothy maws and resumed being walls. The dark receded to pale shadows. Something stuck in her heart with a splinter’s tenacity, and she festered quietly, trying to orient.
Where was Cinder?
Like the needle of a compass, she sought her out. Cinder was gathering Glynda’s clothes into a half-hearted pile across the room. She tossed them at her, and they impacted softly against Glynda’s side. “Come on, get dressed. We need to go.”
