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gildeddlily · 2 years ago

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why the abuse cycle is the best thing ever written (ok not the best but almost)

I wouldn't define myself an Akutagawa apologist, 'cause no I simply can't do something like that knowing what he did to Kyouka, but hating on him for that is the same as hating Dazai for it? not really.

"dazai should pay for what he has done-" uh he already did? like alright go on and forget the suicidal tendencies (and the almost canon sh) that definitely aren't sarcastic (even my bed knows that), the years he spent in the mafia as a teenager (if the word child is exaggerated for you)(at fourteen you're still a child yes), how he was around killing people at fifteen, how he learned ways to torture others at the same time, how he lived in a literal container far from everything else and how he was considered a demon by everyone to the point that he was sure of that by sixteen (how he was the ward of a canon pedophile (not saying he was s/a for sure, but it wouldn't make things better)), and an entire characterization for your "poor innocent akutagawa" act

like, I love Akutagawa, he's one of my favourite characters and of the best written ones, and despite my love for him I recognise the bad things he has done. naturally I'm not talking ab the killing, like who cares they're all kinda useless or not so important to me and everyone in general, but the "Abuse Cycle" thing, one of the best things Asagiri wrote for this plot. he just treated Jyouka like shit, and everyone has to admit it: he abused and manipulated her for a long time, badly influenced her and using her as a tool for the mafia. Dazai did the same, saving Akutagawa, "giving him a reason to live" if making him proud can be called this, and abusing and treating him probably the way he was treated under Mori's cares.

I remember when some years ago I said to a friend of mine (I was like thirteen and they were sixteen) that I didn't like Dazai for what he did to Akutagawa (my favourite boy when I had yet to read the manga) and they told me something like "but that's hypocrisy, Akutagawa did the same thing to Kyouka" yes and no, again.

chapter 49 is like the thing that make me says that even tho the things they both did were bad it still is not the same

I'm citing another post here on tumblr that I saved and lost cause I'm a genius, but the "eyes represent the way the see themselves" theory is perfect for this chapter, that is a whole "you're eyes are different". it's the cannibalism arc and Kyouka is ready to kill Higuchi to save the ADA and Fukuzawa cause they're the first real family she has had after her parents died, Akutagawa starts to fight her and after her attempt to kill him surprises him, she backs away and he sees her face clearly, specifically her eyes. Asagiri drew them like this for a reason.

Akutagawa's surprised eyes are wide open, iris grey (like his hair so they would be just pitch black) like the pupil in an almost blank look. they express nothing, and the only way we understand how he's feeling is the "eyes wide open" thing. they're just dull. Kyouka is determined, and in her eyes shines that determination to help her family. the sparkles are there for a reason like every other time, and they're open. filled with emotions and just human. her eyebrows are frowned, and she's so different from him it hurts. (Asagiri even put the little panel with his eyes next to her, he's screaming "look at how you'll suffer now")

this is a creepy expression our silly little guy makes at the idea of fighting someone as strong as kyouka, and the differences in their eyes is even more prominent (crazed look doesn't suit you bby)

and he sees that difference, even if kyouka probably ignores it. he admits that she's right: she's changed since she worked under him

he describes kyouka's eyes as "yearning for death/with no values for her life", and says that he knew someone with the same eyes as her, and at first it would look like he's talking about himself, but then there's a picture of sixteen/seventeen Dazai, that like her joined another organization and found a reason to live (Dazai definitely didn't found a reason to live, maybe a reason to don't die and survive but it's another matter). so he isn't talking ab himself, and he even sees the part of the flashback with himself like a little icon in the corner. Asagiri drew the way he remembered that day, not someone else's perception

so he doesn't think of himself as someone like Kyouka or Dazai. But both Asagiri and Bones did a good job making things clear (bones almost useful for the first time with the iconic parallels)

they're the same. they're identical, and maybe bones did akutagawa's part too evident, removing the "hidden truth" behind that panel, but the effect is perfect. they have the same eyes, but Akutagawa says that they're like Dazai's ones, who sure look like theirs in the "you're the witness to that fact" scene. he completely ignores the parallels between his past (and present) self and kyouka.

he says that he's glad about kyouka's (and dazai's) happiness and new-founded reason to live/stay alive. he's happy for them, cause he recognise that they're better like this, and he accepts the fact that they've found a place outside the mafia. (kyouka screams flabbergasted) so, basically, he also recognize how the time she spent with the mafia (and with him) was bad for her mental health and didn't help her wellbeing. I'm pretty sure t is the closest thing to an apology he could ever manage.

the "best" thing about the abuse cycle is the differences between them. Kyouka breaks the cycle and finds happiness. Akutagawa gets abused and abuses, he recognise it and "apologies", declaring himself glad that his and the mafia's influence weren't able to break Kyouka. Dazai gets abused and abuses, and we aren't sure of his feeling about what he did to Akutagawa. (mori is a good character but a bitch that I don't care ab)(his backstory would be gold but asagiri isn't that kind)

Kyouka recognize herself as a victim, and search/welcomes people who want her good. Akutagawa doesn't recognize himself as a victim, but says that Dazai and Kyouka are, thinks of himself as a weakling (and probably would react badly to anyone telling him that he was abused)(killing them maybe) Dazai doesn't recognize himself as a victim, 'cause he doesn't even thinks of himself as human to begin with, and there lies the difference between him and akutagawa

Dazai recognized that what he was doing to Akutagawa in Dark Era was bad, but didn't found in himself the "humanity" to be better, basically, saying that someone good like Oda would have done a better job. after Oda's last world he "became" a better person (he thinks he's acting all the time. like he really is unable to be human, when we know it isn't absolutely true), and started to "act" as "human". he truly sees himself as unable to be genuinely kind (like genuine kindness exists pfft), and it makes me feel bad cause it's horrible to live feeling like some empty shell of fake human traits. but it also is his excuse for his bad actions in the mafia. he doesn't recognise Mori's influence as the thing that made him who he is, that made him do what he did to Akutagawa, and doesn't think of himself human enough to be a decent guy, and decides to just be inhuman. I'm not saying he doesn't try, he for sure did back when he was younger, but I think at one point he simply choose not to anymore

(dazai "apologising" to akutagawa or thinking explicitly ab the bad he has done to him would be the apex of character's development)

so at the end Akutagawa recognizes (if I use this verb another time hit me with a spatula) what he has done to Kyouka but doesn't do the same with what Dazai has done to him Dazai probably doesn't fully recognizes what he has done to Akutagawa cause he does the same with what Mori has done to him, and if he did he still didn't find himself capable to be kind enough not to do bad (even tho he'll be with atushi ) (they need someone to make them understand) (someone hit them in the head please)

and nothing I should to study and I'll write the rest later cause I have too much things to say ab them

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd kyouka #bsd akutagawa #bsd dazai #akutagawa ryuunosuke #dazai osamu #bsd mori #abusing children and being abused is bsd characters' hobby did you know this #bsd manga #bsd is bad for me #not really #take it away from me

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soyouareandrewdobson · 4 years ago

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Andy on Asian Animation or SYAC: The Master Review 2

Let’s talk a bit about anime and Dobson’s work relation with it.

I think we can all agree, that starting from the late 90s and early 2000s on, anime and manga became extremely popular in the western world. Sure, Japanese animation was nothing completely new to us (Speed Racer, Nadia-Secret of Blue Water, Samurai Pizza Cats, Sailor Moon, Kimba and Akira e.g. come to my mind as properties already known in the west before 1995) but it really was around this time that thanks to “mainstream” stuff like Dragon Ball and Pokemon people became aware of how different Japanese animation was from western. Eventually resulting in the really good shit (like Cowboy Bebop, Black Lagoon, Kenshin and Heat Guy J) coming over and enriching nerd culture for more than just a few people who knew of it as an obscurity at that point. Now, if you know anything about Dobson, you likely know that his relationship with anime is rather… complicated to say the least. Or, to let him explain it with his own words…

Dobson essentially likes silly and wacky 90s anime. But later on he hated anime in general, because it got too popular and a bad experience with an anime club in college soured his enjoyment of it. Furthermore, he put the blame on his lackluster art style and storytelling capabilities as seen in the likes of Formera, Patty and Alex ze Pirate, on anime in general, while also claiming that Disney pulling the plug on 2D animation is the result of the “anime inspired” Treasure Planet, meaning anime in a sense deprived him of his chance at working at his dream job and “ruining” western animation.

Which to me has always been ignorant as fuck. For starters, I can understand not liking certain stories or genres, either for objective or subjective reasons. But to hate on an entire nation’s form of entertainment (not just individual shows or genres), depriving yourself of the chance of potentially watching a lot of good stuff while also being rather insulting to these other works and people enjoying them? Especially when the stuff you can supposedly “stomach” has been rather simplistic compared to other things?

Second, blaming Japan for “poisoning” your art style? What, did the ghost of Osamu Tezuka possess you and FORCE you to put sweatdrops on your characters forehead while also going for the rather simplistic character style of Rumiko Takahashi, as well as emulating the slapstick of the likes as Slayers and Ranma ½?

Next, if he had emulated them successfully, I say he would have actually managed to tell decent enough stories worth to read online. Not create Uncle Peggy aka “Discount Happosai” or the bland proto-Isekai known as Formera.

I mean, let’s give some context here: There have been people who successfully managed to emulate certain anime and manga aesthetics into western animation and make it work. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten the likes of Avatar-The last Airbender, Samurai Jack, the Animatrix, Thundercats 2011, Super Robot Monkey Hyperforce Go, Kim Possible, W.I.T.C.H, Megas XLR and Wakfu. You know, shows that are actually awesome as hell.

Heck, Dobson’s favorite animated show of the last decade, Steven Universe, is heavily inspired by anime aesthetics to the point of being embarrassing.

But Dobson… well, he emulated anime aesthetics in his work the same way as these crimes against animation did.

Combined with his general shortcomings as a storyteller it is no wonder his initial comics did not do well.

Lastly, and sorry for digressing here a bit, but if the Wikipedia entry on Treasure Planet is something to go by, there was no real inspiration by anime involved in making this movie.

Supposedly the idea of making an animated Treasure Planet in outer space movie was already pitched by Ron Clements WAY BACK in 1985 but only came to be after Michael Eisner greenlighted stuff in the late 90s. Design wise the movie was supposed to look 70% traditional and 30% sci-fi inspired and people took inspiration for the art style by illustrators associated with the Brandywine School of Illustration. A western style of illustration established in the 19th century, that had a big impact on the illustration styles for many 19th and early 20th century adventure novels and short stories.

What, is anime supposed to be the only form of animation allowed to have sci fi elements or steampunk in it? Fucks sake, The Lion King and Atlantis, which came out one year earlier to Treasure Planet, were likely more inspired by anime. Don’t believe me? Watch Atlantis and then a certain anime by Studio Gainax called “Nadia-Secret of Blue Water”. Or read up on the controversy surrounding the two.

The truth is, it is not entirely clear what caused Disney to shut down 2D feature film animation in the early 2000s. In fact, if anything, most people put the blame on Michael Eisner and a certain change in the publics taste in movies in general, combined with Disney trying to turn almost every movie they had into a franchise via cheap follow up movies on video and DVD.

And even if Disney did not shut down, are we really supposed to believe that a certain guy with fedora would have made it big at Disney to the point Alex ze Pirate would have been made into a feature film?

But Dobson could never quite understand this and instead of “reinventing” himself properly, he would rant about anime and its fans in one form or another…

And on the peak of his hissy fit create this little art piece he baptized Anime Sux. Alternatively “West vs East”. Or as I like to call it, slap a jap.

Now, the pic was done in 2008 and Dobson claimed sometimes in the last decade, that he no longer holds his old opinions. Unfortunately, by that point he would also more or less use the chance to vent in his webcomic about anime (or rather its fans), which brings us finally back to SYAC.

While Dobson never outright thematized in more detail WHY he hates anime and manga in SYAC (likely cause if his comic reasoning was even slightly like his reasoning in his blogs, people would have torn him apart like a bag of paper) he did use the format to punch down on anime fans and their preferences.

For example, for someone who has a 4chan story going around of having been rather arrogant towards others in college for not liking Ranma ½, Dobson has THIS little college related comic to show off, where he portrays an aspiring manga artist as a delusional jackass.

Then in this strip titled manga, his manga fan is essentially portrayed as a young woman dressing up like a very stereotypical high school anime girl, who is in the wrong for even just DARING to draw her comics in the direction manga are read.

On one hand, I get Dobson’s point. She could be at risk of alienating a market of readers as she is obviously drawing for a western audience. Then again, if she doesn’t draw a traditional western comic but a manga, why shouldn’t she? I mean, as long as she enjoys it, which I assume she does as she seems genuinely just happy when stating that she likes manga, why not let her? Plus, this comic was drawn in the late 2000s. I think by then most people kinda knew how to read from right to left, so Dobson’s claim she would alienate or confuse people is kinda redundant. If anything I find a) Dobson getting angry at her just very petty (just let her have fun) and b) portraying a western manga fan as someone who would be confused by the sheer idea of reading stuff from right to left is also in itself just really dumb and insulting. What is Dobson trying to imply? That anime fans are so stuck in the way they consume certain media, they can’t act according to “western standards” again?

Then there is this strip where yet another female anime fan is essentially portrayed as the embodiment of how “ignorant” manga fans are of the idea of different art styles...

Which becomes rather laughable once Dobson describes his style as a mixture of European, American and Japanese. Why? Because he is the one oversimplifying things, rather than the anime fan.

You see while anime and manga of all sorts do share certain aesthetics (like the black and white art style, emphasize on the eyes of characters, the way hair is drawn, recurring tropes within certain genres and so on) style wise (both in art and storytelling) there can be severe differences, depending on the artist alone. Akira Toriyama’s style differentiates significantly from the likes of Eichiro Oda, Rumiko Takahashi, Kentaro Miura, Tezuka, Kaori Yuki and so forth.

The same also goes for many western artists. Herge had a significantly different style from Uderzo and Goscinny. Don Rosa has a different style in which he drew Scrooge McDuck than Carl Barks did. Rob Liefeld and Jim Lee draw mainstream superheroes differently compared to how Jack Kirby, George Perez and others did. Heck, Ethan Van Sciver and Jim Lee were closely associated with Green Lantern in the 2000s and look how they differentiate.

Which btw is the kind of skill level Dobson would have needed to have, to make it in the mainstream industry

So when Dobson says “I draw in a combination of American, Western and Japanese” all I can think is the following: THAT DOESN’T NARROW IT DOWN! WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU LEARNT IN COLLEGE ABOUT COMICS? WHICH ARTISTS, WORKS AND STORYTELLERS DO YOU TRY TO EITHER EMULATE OR HAVE BEEN INSPIRED BY?

Then there is this little thing…

Where do I even begin? How about the fact that Dobson’s hand in the last panel looks like he has lost a thumb? The fact that the little boy, anime fan or not, is aware of Sae Sawanoguchi, a character from a short lived OVA and anime series from the 90s, which considering his age, I kinda doubt he would be aware off. Unlike Dobson, who got into anime in the 90s and admits in fact within the posts I loaded up earlier, that he had watched the anime in particular, known in the west as Magic User Club.

Then there is the implication by Dobson, that anime is so “corruptive” as a medium, little kids don’t even know the most basic characters in western animation because of it. I expect in a next panel, that all of sudden some 50s PSA guy comes along and lectures me that if I want this kind of thing not to happen at MY convention, I need to teach little kids more about the GOOD western animation, instead of the BAD eastern one. Then there is this rather unflattering portrayal of a shonen ai/shojou ai fangirl…

Which makes me laugh cause honestly, even some of the worst shonen ai and shojou ai can do better in portraying a “realistic” gay relationship than Patty if you ask me.

Also, as much as I think fangirls can be extremely thirsty (I have read my fair share of extremely stupid yaoi and yuri fanfics) I think that in hindsight Dobson is really not anyone to complain about shipping obsession and sex when he himself has KorraSami, the Ladybug fandom and a certain rat pirate under his floppy belt.

As you can imagine, Dobson would get heat for those comics, considering how he himself has been greatly inspired by anime and manga for his major comics. And while I don’t have any explicit deviantart posts of him reacting to criticism in that regard, I do have this comic which addresses it directly.

And yeah, if I were schoolgirl number 4, I would just sigh and walk away after telling Dobson that his mistakes and shortcomings are not related to having consumed anime, but rather by what sort of anime (and other stories) he had consumed and the amount of effort he had put in creating his stories instead of emulating just something more popular. Plus, if you really want people to draw more from life, how about drawing more from life yourself down the line? And no, tracing Star Wars movie frames does not count.

Finally, Dobson, considering how very little most people think of your work, I say mission accomplished: People have learnt from your mistakes and know not to be a Dobson.

And at last, there is this comic, which kinda wraps up Dobson’s “vendetta” with anime and manga fans within the pages of SYAC.

By trying to mock anime fans and make them look just as shallow as he is. I at least suppose. Honestly, the message of this comic is rather muddled. On one hand, I would say the strawman accusing Dobson hates anime just because it is popular is very simplified. After all, Dobson has made his reasons for not liking anime clear in a few more details. It’s just that the details in and on themselves in real life are still rather shallow and boil down to a lot of personal bias rather than an objective criticism of actual flaws. Which I think is worth pointing out.

But frankly, what is Dobson trying to say or point out here? That the strawman is not so different or even dumber than him, because he hates Justin Bieber for “shallow” and superficial reasons too?

Okay, this doesn’t quite work as well as Dobson wants. First, the argument Dobson’s strawman makes is in huge parts based on some verified statements Dobson made for not liking anime. Second, he just says a name and that triggers the guy to express his hatred for Bieber. We don’t know why the guy hates Bieber and you could make in fact the case, that he hates him not because he is popular, but because he has a genuine issue with the artist, his work or his behavior as a human being. Third, if you want to make yourself look like the better person Dobson, try to argue with the guy and make solid arguments why you don’t like anime. Instead you just deflect the criticism by changing the subject and then try to make yourself look like the “smarter” person in the room by mocking your critic in the most condescending manner.

Which as I think about it, sounds like your modus operandi on twitter and tumblr.

Weirdly enough, that more or less marks the “end” of Dobson tackling anime fans and the beef he has with them within the pages of SYAC. Despite how much Dobson’s negative reputation especially in early years was build around him hating on anime and belittling its fans, he didn’t really do more afterwards in the Dobson focused pages of SYAC. And mind you, those strips were also separated by other strips in-between, focused on Dobson just being at conventions.

Unfortunately for him, the strips didn’t really help in any way to diminish that negative reputation and instead just confirmed for many, that Dobson can’t handle criticism about his flawed opinion on anime. If anything, it just made people think even less of Dobson, as the strips just painted him as someone who would rather portray his critics as strawman he can be “rightfully” annoyed at, instead of fellow humans with slightly different tastes in entertainment, who are still worth listening to.

So, now that we have the anime fan related “annoyances” out of the way, what other sort of silly problems in making webcomics would Dobson cover in his strips and are “relatable” to everyone?

Lets see some of these examples in the next part.

#anime / manga #manga #Andrew Dobson #fuck you Tom Preston #Tom Preston #syac #so...you are a cartoonist #so you are a cartoonist #review #webcomic #comic #adobsonsartwork #adobsoncomic #adobsonartworks

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b-rainlet · 6 years ago

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Totally Crazy AU Idea feat. Time Travel Shenanigans

TUA AU where they prevent the apocalypse by tinkering around in the past and then come back to the Future

BUT of course it’s not that easy because they come back to the Future….changed

Last time Five time travelled and ended up in his 13 year old body with a 58 year old consciousness

This time around it’s worse

Everyone - except Diego - has just gone completely wild. Different ages everywhere.

And not only are they stuck being a younger/older version of themselves, their minds actually adapted to that change

Highlights include (going from oldest to youngest):

A 70? 80? Old Five, who spends most of his time sitting in a chair by the window and sleeping

The only person who could potentially know how to fix this mess fucking. sleeping. the whole day

Diego tries to talk to him in the rare moments when Five’s awake but there’s nothing even remotely useful coming out of his mouth

“Five, I need you to help me change you back to your old bodies.” - “Is there going to be cake? I like cake. My wife used to back a delicious cherry pie...I wonder where she is…..” - “Five you’ve never been married.” - “You remind me of my youngest son….He is an architect. He never visits, that ungrateful idiot. But you’ll visit me, right?” - “....Sure I’ll visit you.”

It’s a fucking nightmare and that’s not even counting the awful times Diego had to give Five a bath

(He tried to ignore that but at some point the smell just got bad. Diego hopes that as soon as Five changes back he’s gonna be on his knees, praising Diego’s kindness)

(He also hopes they never ever talk about this)

Sometimes Five will get up and walk around the house looking for Delores and Diego actually found him napping on the floor in the attic

Most of the time he sleeps though and Diego is quite grateful for that because he’s actually the least of his problems

There’s also 17 year old Vanya being in her rebellious phase, going out to party and cracking the music just that teeny bit higher when Diego tells her it’s too loud

“Is that a hickey?! Who did this?” - “I dunno.” - “You don’t remember???” - “There were multiple people.” - “Multiple People?!”

The cliche “You’re not my real Dad!” but it’s mostly “As your big brother…” - “You’re not my brother! We’re just adopted siblings!”

Vanya - as the only one old enough to have any kind of responsibility in this situation - just not giving a fuck about the age problem

“We need to come up with a plan!” - “I don’t give a fu-” - “Language! Think of the fucking children!”

Also emo Vanya and Diego tries to explain how all of this happened and that he believes that maybe the commission knows how to help

“Wait I destroyed the world?” “...Yes.” - “Good.”

He doesn’t elaborate how she destroyed the world though but with the current rage she’s constantly carrying around with her…..she really doesn’t need to use her powers

Also: Diego still having to do his whole vigilante gig and Vanya not really feeling the whole Babysitting thing

“That’s your baby brother!” - “I didn’t choose to have one though.” “I fucking didn’t choose this either Vanya, are you fucking kidding me-”

Catch Vanya coming down to - slightly burned - breakfast in black eyeliner and leather pants, wearing Reggie’s monocle even though she can’t see shit with it

“Aren’t you supposed to practise the violin?” - “Aren’t you supposed to grow up and get an actual job?”

Diego doing some good old depression drinking when it’s all getting too much and Vanya just swooping in to drink with him

“This is all getting wayyy over my head, I have no idea what to do.” - “Uh-huh.” - “That’s why you need to help a bit more…-wait, are you drinking Vodka? You’re underage!” - “Don’t derail the conversation now, big bro. We were just making progress!”

There’s at least one instance where Diego says. “Young Lady!” in a really stern voice and then immediately has Reginald’s face flashing in front of his eyes and a impromptu crisis about becoming like him

13 year old Luther who is obsessed with becoming a vet and starts a secret animal shelter in the house that’s not at all secret

“Luther, why’s your jacket moving?” - “I...don’t know?”

“Luther, did your backpack just bark?” - “Nooooo, I-uh, I sneezed.”

(He’s a really bad liar)

Diego frequently stumbles over animals just, fucking, laying in the middle of the hallway

He once nearly stepped on a tortoise

He did step on a caterpillar

Luther’s still looking for it

One time, Luther managed to smuggle a pinguin into the academy

A real life pinguin

Out of the zoo

(Diego is convinced Vanya helped Luther just to fuck with him)

He’s also obsessed with space and convinced that he’s gonna develop the ability to fly next to his super strength

They’ve been in the ER for several hours because Klaus convinced Luther that maybe he could trigger his ‘second super power’ by jumping of the shed

(It didn’t work)

“Who on earth would jump down the shed without at least something soft to land on? Have you ever heard of safety regulations?” - “I had a parachute in case things went wrong!” - “You had an umbrella. It had holes.”

Luther slips up once and calls Diego ‘Dad’ and then panics so hard he forgets to breathe

He nearly faints and Vanya laughing at the whole situation really doesn’t make things better

“You do realize that I am not your Father, right? I’m your big brother.” - “Yeah, of course, sure, youß My Dad? Ridiculous, I’m gonna head to my room now, bye Dad-Diego! Diego! Not Dad!”

At least Luther is kinda a normal kid, not at all like Klaus

10 year old Klaus who still can see ghosts and is fucking terrified of them

They’re everywhere

And Diego honestly has no idea what to do with him or how to help

Klaus is afraid that the ghosts will hurt him when he doesn’t watch them constantly, so he tries not to sleep

By 6 pm, Klaus has already downed three coffees and several cheap energy drinks

Diego tried to limit his supply by taking away his stash under the bed but that only made Klaus more creative with his hiding spots

They’re behind the bookshelf in the living room, in the dusty cookie jar in the kitchen, under a loose floor panel under the table, under Diego’s bed, hidden in the ventilation system…..

Soon as Diego finds one spot, Klaus has another one at the ready

“Maybe they won’t spook you anymore if you just..stand up to them.” - “How?” - “Just, you know, scream at them. Go all out, scream ‘Go away’ at the top of your lungs, show them you’re the one in charge.”

But Klaus is too shy for that

He has braces and due to that, he has a slight lisp

He doesn’t really like talking

He does like making trouble with his brother though when the ghosts aren’t as close

They once stuck a magnet to Klaus braces and then couldn’t get it off again

Diego’s second visit in the ER

Klaus managed to somehow rip out part of it and the wires got stuck in his cheek and slashed it open

Third Visit

There was also that brief stint where Vanya pierced Klaus’ ear. Herself. Because Diego really is the only responsible person around here

Fourth Visit

‘That’s a lot of work!�� you say? Apparently the universe thinks it’s not enough because there are still the two youngest left! Please someone save Diego from this suffering, he never wanted to be a single Dad

There is sweet and cute 5 year old Allison…..

…..who is a brat when she doesn’t get her way

“I want ice cream.” - “All shops are closed now, you should’ve said something sooner.” - “I want ice cream!” - “Well you’re not getting any. And that’s ‘please’ and ‘I would like some ice cream’ not ‘I want ice cream’.” - “I. Want. ICE CREAM.”

Cue a screaming fit, complete with throwing herself down and banging her little fists against the floor

And occasionally looking up to see whether Diego is still watching all the hard work Allison is putting into this. He gets why she’s an actress now

(He may have ended up buying her some goddamn ice cream at the overpriced petrol station one town over. She nibbled at it and the gave it back to him because she ‘wasn’t hungry’)

Diego’s gonna fucking lose it if he has to do this any longer

But she can also be really sweet, playing calmy with her dolls or drawing him pictures

“Look!” - “Oh wow! You drew a….an elephant! Beautiful!” - “That’s not an elephant silly, that’s you!” - “Oh. Of course. How could I not see that?”

He may have cried a little when she gave him a picture of their family, sorted from oldest to youngest, all of them holding hands

”Why am I wearing a cape?” - “Because you’re our hero.”

It’s a good thing that Allison never uses her powers in arguments - the only thing Diego is glad Reginald drilled into her at a young age already - but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t use it at all

She uses it, alright

“Allison, for the love of god, stop constantly changing your hair colour. I like your hair just as it is.”

“Allison! Stop making the cat fly! And Luther, stop letting stray cats inside the house!”

“Allison! Stop turning your Oatmeal into chocolate! No, you can’t turn Klaus’ Oatmeal into chocolate either! Don’t turn anyone’s Oatmeal into chocolate!”

“Allison, stop turning yourself invisible when you’re playing tag. You know it freaks Luther out and you don’t wanna make him cry again, do you?”

But the greatest challenge of them all may be Ben

(It’s definitely Ben)

See, taking care of a Baby is already hard enough when it’s just a Baby, but a Baby with literal tentacles coming out of their body?

Ben is a quiet kid, let him sleep and - much like Five - he’ll spend his days like that

When he’s awake, play a bit with him, talk to him not at all in baby voices, Diego would never do that, no matter what Vanya claims to have seen

Try not to worry too much about the Tentacles that are constantly out (Is that normal? Were they constantly out the first time Ben had been a Baby? Should Diego like, try to stuff them back in? Would that be a good idea? Probably not)

Ben has killed people with them for fuck’s sake, but they mostly seem interested in wrapping themselves around Diego’s hand and holding on while Ben sucks on his pacifier

(The wiggly boys are kinda cute, in a weird, disturbing way)

Well, as long as they don’t-

“Luther! Get the cat before the tentacles get her! And stop letting stray cats in!”

There are only two rules concerning Ben and his...Bentacles:

Don’t scare or startle him

Diego found this out the hard way when he played peek-a-boo with Ben and was rewarded by having ink splashed into his face

Smelly Ink

Glowing Smelly Ink

Green Glowing Smelly Ink

(He spent two hours in the bathroom. In the meantime, Klaus nearly set the Kitchen on Fire and Vanya sneaked out despite being grounded to dramatically drive away with her girlfriend of the week)

So, don’t startle Ben if you don’t wanna be covered in gross stuff, noted

All is well

Then, Ben gets a cold

Which means he is more whiny than usual and barely sleeps, keeping Diego up all night

But cool, Diego could live with that

If it wouldn’t mean that Ben sneezes

A lot

And the Bentacles sneeze too

The walls of Ben’s room are soaking in ink, it’s dripping from the fucking ceiling and Diego can’t even leave because he’s afraid Ben’s gonna think he left him at the worst time of his life, but he also can’t take Ben into another room because he’d only ruin that one too…..

And Diego spending so much time with Baby Ben is making Allison jealous and Vanya hates being forced to stay around and watch over her little siblings because Diego has his hands full with the Bentacles and it only makes both of them more moody and snappy towards each other…….

It’s a long week for everyone involved

Rule Number Two, maybe the most important one:

Never. Ever. Take his Blankie

And he means never

(Thank fuck that he had pushed Allison out of the way, he still has a massive bruise on his shoulder from being thrown against the cupboard)

Basically, give me this family drama movie about Diego somehow becoming a single Dad to super children

With guest appearances such as:

Eudora, who is actually never physically there

But Diego phones her all the time because he’s freaking out

She categorically refuses to go play happy family with him, there’s no way she’s gonna get involved with that….mess

“Dora, could you come over to-” - “No.”

“Patch, there’s an emergency I need to-” - “No.”

“Could you maybe watch over Ben? Just for an hour?” - “I don’t know how to handle kids. I’m an only child.” - “I met your two brothers??”

Diego phones her and gets send to voice message and it’s just Eudora saying “Whatever it is Diego, the answer is no.”

Diego also keeps calling her to ask her really ridiculous questions about children

“Hypothetically….a kid wouldn’t actually die from swallowing a bunch of buttons, right?” - “A bunch? How does that kinda accident happen?” - “....Maybe it wasn’t an accident…..”

“Do you think it’s okay to curse in front of Babies? They don’t actually understand you, right?” - “Diego, I swear to God, it’s three am. I will kick your ass.”

Grace, who is somehow conveniently malfunctioning right when Diego would need her the most and who just….forgot how to take care of children

And how to not endanger them

Diego catched her giving Klaus tips on how to properly light things up (“Because you wanna make a big fire, honey, don’t you?”)

She basically does what the kids ask her to without any kind of regulation

They had cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner for one week straight before Diego forbid her to cook and took over that task himself

(Now, stuff may be slightly burned but at least healthy)

She helped Luther when he hid from Diego because he refused to take a bath, lying to Diego’s face - to his face - that she had no idea where Luther could be

She actually disfigures her arm so the Bentacles can play with it (!)

She gave Allison scissors because she wanted to cut her hair (!!!)

And she uses swear words in the weirdest situations because someone - Diego suspects Luther or Klaus but it’s actually Vanya - keeps teaching them to her

“Mom, have you seen Allison?” - “I have no idea where that hoe is, Asshole.”

“Diego, sweetheart, would you hand me the fucking bowl?” - “The what?”

She also does breakdance with Klaus to pretty inappropriate music

“My neck, my back, lick my-” - “JOY TO THE WORLD, THE LORD HAS COME”

She also keeps malfunctioning further because she doesn’t seem to get the concept of liquids being bad for robots

(She plays tea party with Allison a lot. Pogo has to try and fix her after every time)

Speaking of Pogo

He’s not around a lot because he spends all his time going through Reginald’s documents to either find a way to fix Grace or find some clues about Time Travel Shenanigans

(Klaus also cries every time he sees her and Allison refuses to talk to him, so it’s better if he’s not around that much)

He spends a lot of time with Vanya though under the guise of helping him with his research

(She really just likes jamming out in the same room as him because he doesn’t mind how loud her music is and he doesn’t annoy her as much as the others)

When the appropriate amount of time has passed for all the weirdest scenarios to play out and them to grow closer as a family in-between visits to the ER and mental breakdowns on Diego’s part and just general chaos all around, with some super elements thrown in

Diego has a lead about how all of this is actually the commissions fault

(Because of course it is)

So I am begging you to imagine Diego, storming into the commission headquarters, in full on Vigilante Mode, with the appropriate amount of Leather on his body and a broody look on his face

Basically ready to kick some ass

With Baby Ben strapped to his chest, in one of those Baby Carriers

Babbling and giggling, clutching his Blankie while Diego takes out all his knives

And he fights the bad guys in badass showdowns but still manages to cover Ben’s ears when they throw insults at him because “There’s a kid present! Show some class!” - “Sorry.”

Also one of them (maybe the big bad?) dares to take away Ben’s Blankie (because of course) and Ben handing his ass to him without as much as blinking

Proud big bro baby talking Ben like “Who’s my little Tentacle Boy? You are! I’m so proud of my murderous baby bro, yes I am!”

While all of that goes down, the others are told to wait in the car

Well, Vanya, Luther and Allison are supposed to wait in the car

Klaus got the huge responsibility of staying home and watching over Five because he’s in no state to be near any dangerous situations, not with his lack of sleep and his jumpiness

(Vanya, Luther and Allison were also supposed to stay at home, but both Luther and Allison refused to let Diego go alone - full on flinging themselves around his legs - and Vanya was already sitting in the car when the other three got there, not even saying anything)

But Diego is stubborn so he doesn’t let them go in with him (he has this whole speech about how Ben needs to be there because it’s the only place where Diego can properly protect him... but Diego is just really soft for Ben and doesn’t want to possibly lose sight of him)

Ben may possibly be Diego’s fave but don’t tell the others

Anyway, Vanya, Luther and Allison don’t make it more than three minutes before leaving the car

If asked, accusations would go wild, everyone blaming someone else, but fact is, Luther got out of the car first

(He saw a kitty)

Allison then got out of the car because Luthe got out and what he can do, she can do double

(Also...Kitty)

Vanya is the teenager stereotype who doesn’t even notice that they go because she’s listening to music on her walkman like an emo and trying to scope out the place as best as she can from her position

And then turns back to the others after a while

“Do you think everything’s alright back t-SHIT!”

So, they end up going to a whole other section of the evil headquarters and kick ass there

First Luther and Allison kick ass together, deciding to go find Diego if they’re already out of the car anyway

Followed by Vanya, who still believes she’s powerless and takes out guards sneaky style, hitting them over the head with a desk lamp or whatever else she can find

UNTIL

Luther and Allison are cornered by the bad guys and they don’t care whether they hurt children or not and it seems like L and A have lost

The guards are closing in and Luther positions himself in front of his sister to at least try and protect her while Allison hides behind him and both of them are crying…..

They close their eyes…..

And then there’s a loud clash and screaming and the sound of bodies hitting the floor and when they look up again there’s Vanya standing in the middle of the room, eyes white, guards laying dead to her feet

She doesn’t stay WV though, she comes back to herself to rush over to her siblings and check whether they are okay

Cue a short cuddle pile

“You have powers! Awesome!” - “Yeah, I….I guess so.”

Somehow, they reunite with Diego and manage to threaten the Handler enough she rights time, making them grown ups again and promising Five and Klaus are adults again too and that Grace should be functioning now

(Let’s just pretend she can do that and we can trust her for the sake of this AU. The important part is the whole de-aging anyway)

So, they come back home, slightly bruised but mostly okay and Vanya and Diego definitely have a heart to heart in the car about her powers while Allison, Luther and Ben are asleep in the backseat (a leftover gift from being children in stress situations)

“Thanks Diego. For all that you did.” - “I was a terrible surrogate Dad though.” - “You were a thousand times better than our real Father.”

Bonus: They come back home and just find Klaus and Five sleeping on the floor, looking like they’ve been through the apocalypse all over

Because watching over Five was supposed to be easy and even boring

But with Five sleeping - as usual - and Grace shutdown for the night already (and Pogo locked in his studies to figure out a solution) there’s nothing standing between Klaus and the ghosts

So Klaus mixes himself a drink containing three different Energy Drinks and a bunch of sugar

And sets it on the table to down it as soon as he’s peed

He comes back, prepared to drink that stuff and not think to hard about the taste

But the Glass is empty

And Five’s gone

Five + accidentally drinking something strong enough to kill someone? A disaster

He’s on the loose

And he somehow thinks someone has abducted Delores?

Wtf?

Klaus has to spend the rest of his night chasing Five, who keeps glitching around the house like a maniac, yelling and rambling and…..fighting the air? With a sword?

Where the F did he get a sword???

And it’s impossible to get Five to sit down - or at least get off the table

orthechandelierhowdidhegetonthechandelier

He’s so high on sugar he is vibrating

(Klaus is fearing for his life)

And then there’s also the fucking ghosts, who keep lurking in the shadows and reaching out for him, moaning and cursing his name…..

But Klaus doesn’t have time for this right now and he is fed up of having his life controlled by a bunch of dead people

He wants to be able to sleep again

He wants his life again

So he thinks of Diego, of his advice, and he takes a deep breath and just screams at them

“GO AWAY!!”

And it actually works

The ghosts recoil, shocked when Klaus doesn’t cower before them like usual

And they disappear

Just….disappear in a dust of smoke

And then he’s an adult again

And Five - who took the time to strip to his boxers and use lipstick like war paint - is too

Klaus rides out Five’s sugar high as best as he can, sighing in relief when he finally falls asleep, crashing down on top of him and taking a nap with him right there, on the living room floor

Where the others find them

That’s all I got tbh, but it’s already a lot askjkaj

Bls Hollywood, make it happen

#tua #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #grace hargreeves #pogo

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lord-explosion-baku · 6 years ago

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Demon!Aizawa x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, occult content, suggestive content, kinda ooc

A/N: this could easily be a story, I already got lots of like history in my mind for this one! It was so fun and I think it’s a good start to doing some spooky themed October requests! I hope you enjoy!

It was weird… being in your recently deceased great aunt’s house. She was loaded but she never had any kids of her own, her will was vague, and she only left her money to charity. Her house, however, was willed to you.

You hardly knew, your family made sure to steer clear of your wacky Aunt Wanda but when a lawyer had called and told you about her bequeathment, you made arrangements to view your new property. You thought maybe you could find old family relics or something to share with your parents. They hadn’t known about the will yet and you planned to keep it a secret unless something good came out of it.

Her house didn’t seem like it belonged to someone with the amount of money she had. It was pretty bohemian; decorated with crystals and scarves with dozens of half burned candles littering dusted shelves and glass tables. The electricity had been cut out and as it was nearing dusk so you were thankful you had at least some source of light.

You plopped an old box you had found in the attic on a coffee table and shuffled through glass vials filled with crispy old herbs or leaves or whatever, shuddering when you found a silver ring that had a woman’s face on it carved into what you could assume was bone. That’s Aunt Wanda for you.

At the bottom of the box laid a book. It was thick and heavy as you took into your hands, squinting at the cover trying to make out the symbols on it that you’ve never seen before.

You sighed to yourself, placing the book on the table, as you watched the setting sun through the front window. You thought you might as well get to lighting those candles.

You started with the bedroom where, dreadfully, you knew you would be sleeping that night. You had thought about renting a hotel room but why spend the money when you had a bed to yourself already? You lit the three lavender scented candles that sat on an overhead shelf that above the bed knowing full well that you were easily spooked in the dark and that you’d need a light high above so you could maneuver around the room with little difficulty. While in there, you changed into your nighttime clothes, searching for at least a little sense of comfortable familiarity within yourself. Your stomach growled.

You made your way to the kitchen in hopes to grab a glass of water, however has you turned the faucet, not a drop came into your glass. You groaned, mentally kicking yourself for not choosing the hotel. The plumbing was off. You opened up the cupboard and grabbed a fistful of dry cereal and shoved it into your mouth, wincing. It had gone stale. It was gonna be a rough night.

Making your way back to the living room, your eyes darted over to the dusty old book you left on the table. It was open… had you left it like that? You shook your head as you lit a few candles above the fireplace, grabbing one long black candlestick in your hand and lighting that, with little regard to the runes etched into the body, you made your way to the book.

You fingered through the pages of the book, holding the candle so the light was cast down upon it. The text was written in a language you didn’t understand though there were scribbles of your aunt’s handwriting all over every page you saw. It didn’t really make any sense. She wrote things like, ‘when the cat needs something but can’t express herself,’ and ‘NEVER AGAIN!’ over one particular paragraph from the book. You turned the page where bizarre symbols were scrawled around in her ink. She had circled a line from the book and drew and ring little heart next to a particular sentence. ‘My dearest friend,’ she wrote.

You stuttered out the sentence the aloud, “cum sanguis ex corde meo: ego vocabo servum meum. In pulmonis ex aere, quod est vinculum participatur*... hmph.” You wondered at the context of the whole book and why your aunt was into this sort of thing. Sure, when you were younger you were into the idea of magic but this seemed to be a tad delusional on your aunt’s end. “To each their own,” you said as your hand slid over the the side of the page.

“Ow!” You gasped, yanking your hand up. A trail of blood leaked from a small cut on your index finger. The pages had been pretty worn and it baffled you that you could’ve gotten such a deep cut from them. A crimson drop fell onto one of the sigils drawn on by your aunt. You sucked on your bleeding finger.

Suddenly, the book shut and flew out and into the middle of the room. The flames from the candles over the fireplace grew three times their size. Incoherent whispers seemed to echo around the room from the walls and you pulled your feet to your chest, clenching hard onto the candle in your hand. The book began to shake.

A beam of scarlet light erupted from from the book and silver tendrils began to spill, grappling out like claws, they started to form a figure. The flames from the candles over the fireplace only grew larger and you started to scream as the room began to quake.

And then, nothing. The book was on the floor, there was no light in the room left besides the burning candlestick that had black wax dripping onto your fingers, no whispers, no gleaming white figure, just you and the flickering light.

Shakily you stood up, eyeing the book, scared it was going to leap out or bark at you, something.

A dark and sensual laughter erupted from the shadows of the room and out stepped a black robes man with glowing red eyes and jet black hair that seemed to dance around him. From his forehead, two small dark horns were protruding out. You stepped back as he took another step forward.

“Well don’t you just look,” he licked his lips eyeing you up and down, “positively frightened.”

Instinctively you picked up one of the glass files from the table and a threw at him. The glass shattered on his chest and he grinned, flashing dazzling white fanged teeth. Your eyes shot from him to the front door. He could easily grab you if you made a move for it. “Get away!” You screamed throwing another glass vile and ran for the bedroom.

Oh you dumb stupid idiot, you told yourself, thrashing your head around the room, searching for something to defend yourself with. You made your way to your aunt’s closet and saw an umbrella. Shaking, you grabbed it and hopped into the closet, peering through the wooden panels, praying that thing wouldn’t enter the room.

Behind you were old dresses that had belonged to Aunt Wanda. They smelled faintly of nag champa, a scent that would have calmed your nerves if you were in any sort of other situation. You let out a slow breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible. The air in the closet seemed to warm and you felt a sudden warmth against your back.

His lips were against your as he whispered, “you could be craftier than this, can’t you?”

You screamed, falling out of the closet, swinging the umbrella around blindly as you inched your way away from the man stalking towards you.

“Rise,” he commanded and your body began to lift off the ground, dropping the umbrella as you stood up right so your back was against the wall, facing him. He placed a hand on your chin and you were paralyzed with fear. Beads of sweat formed in your forehead and he grinned. “With air shared from our lungs, our bond is complete.”

“W-wha-?” Before you could finish your question, his lips crashed against yours. His hands tangled into your hair as he molded into you, seemingly sucking the air right out of your lungs, drinking you in. A light moan escaped from deep within your throat and you felt him grin as he deepened the kiss, now pushing his inhumanely hot breath back into you. He pulled away, allowing you to breathe and without thinking, your hands wrapped around him, pulling him back into another kiss.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth, warm and sweet, sensually tasting your own. Realization set in and you pushed him off of you. You grabbed the umbrella and pointed his at him. “Who are you?” You yelled.

He chuckled, placing a finger onto the umbrella, lowering it down. “I don’t think it’s going to be raining in this room any time soon, unless of course, you want it too.”

Your eyes narrowed on him. “Are you deaf? I asked you a question.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes. “Demanding, aren’t we?” He paced to your aunt’s wing chair and sat, crossing his legs and said “you can call me Aizawa. I am your new immortal servant.”

You blinked at the man. “Servant?” His hands folded on his lap and he nodded, still smirking. You looked at the horns on his head. “What in God’s name…?”

“Quite the opposite actually. God’s not in, tonight. Just me, Aizawa, your demon servant from a plane separate from your own. You should know this. You’re the one who summoned me.”

“I- I didn’t summon you!” You said, unconvincingly. All you did was read some words you didn’t understand and bleed all over an occult book.

He rolled his eyes at your statement. “No?” He asked, “then why am I here? Silly girl, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to read Latin out of strange books without knowing what you’re getting yourself into?”

You mouth fell open, unable to understand or accept what was actually going on. He clicked his tongue, “oh don’t be upset. You seemed stressed. Might I offer I give you a massage? Maybe put on a little mood music as I explain things to you, slowly, so you can understand?”

“God, ew, no. What the fuck?” You looked away, blushing at his suggestive tone.

He brought a hand to his chest in a mock hurt stance. “Why, is it the horns? I can look a little more… conventional if that makes things a little more comfortable for you.” His hair whipped around him as his hands poked at the two horns, pushing them down until they were completely gone. He blinked and his glowing red eyes were now a deep dark black. “Better?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry but I don’t know you and I don’t want a servant. Can you just… leave?”

“No can do, sweetheart. We’re bound together by your blood sacrifice and that,” he inhaled through his flashy teeth, “oh-so steamy kiss.”

You scoffed, “okay, first of all, I didn’t want to kiss you!” “-Well you didn’t seem to object to that second one-“ “and secondly, I didn’t know I was binding myself to anything! Is there a way to just… not have you?”

He pursed his lips. “There is… not that I’d tell you how. I happen to like being on this plane and I don’t plan on going back anytime soon.”

“Well okay, you’re my servant, aren’t you? Can’t I just make you do as I say?”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart. I do what I want and as of right now,” his grin widened, “I just wanna serve you. But that doesn’t mean I have to do whatever you tell me.” His body began to fade into the chair until he wasn’t there anymore and unanticipatedly he was behind you, caressing your shoulder. “I will, however, make your wildest dreams come true,” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine, “I can move the stars for you, satisfy your every need, bend to your will if I do so please.”

You turned around, swatting his face with the umbrella. His eyes grew dark as he held up his hand. “You’ve got to stop it with that thing.” His hand twitched and the the umbrella was thrown out your hands, hitting the side of the wall and slid down.

You gulped. “You’re a demon?” He nodded. “Then, there’s gotta be a catch.”

He let out a grim chuckle. “Clever girl. Indeed, there is one. It’s simple really. Your soul in on the line.” You felt a knot build in your chest. Your soul? “Aha, don’t looked to scared. Depending on what you use me for as a bit of an effect on your soul. Mankind is so complex, I’ve collected many darkened souls throughout the centuries. Those of you who have used me for things such a murder or unwarranted violence, I keep tucked away in a special hiding place. You’d be surprised by how easily people are seduced by newfound dark desires when they come in contact with a little power. But you don’t have to be like them, Y/N. In fact, I already know you’re not. I’ve served the witches in your family for generations and not once have I had to collect their souls.”

You laughed at his statement. “I’m not a witch!” You said, clutching your stomach.

He blinked at you with a serious expression. Your laughter died down.

“If you weren’t a witch, you wouldn’t be able to summon me the way that you did. You might not be a very good one, at least not yet, but I can feel the magic radiating off of you as we speak. I’m surprised you didn’t know, though, that tells me a lot.” Then he grinned. “Maybe that means that I will have you.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly very self conscious. “You will not!”

He shrugged. “That all depends on you, sweetheart. Let’s focus on that right now. You must be desiring something right now.” Your stomach released a low growl and he chuckled. “I see,” he reached behind him and suddenly a plate of your favorite meal was in his hands. “You haven’t eaten.”

The food smelled incredible to you but you were hesitant. “Is that going to affect my soul?”

He waved the food in front of your face and sighed. “Another thing you should know about me is that I cannot tell a lie, at least not to my summoner. So trust me when I say that acting upon your basic need of survival is in no way heinous so it will not darken your soul. Now if you’re hungry, then eat.”

You grabbed the plate from him and sat on the bed. Picking at your plate, you took a warm bite into your mouth and sighed.

“Good girl,” he purred.

“Can you not be weird while I’m eating?”

He smirked to himself and paced around the room while you enjoyed the incredible meal he served you, relishing every bite. It felt like this was the first meal you had in ages making it all the more tasty. But you were forgetting your manner.

You scowled at the man. “Did you… want some?” The plate had been full and there had been plenty to share. Aizawa looked at you and to the plate, still smiling. He grabbed the fork from your hand and picked at a small piece, slowly bringing it to his mouth. His teeth slid across the fork when he was finished. “I’m good with just that. Thank you.”

You felt your stomach grow full after that. It was a wild sensation. You’d hadn’t even eaten all that much. You placed the plate beside you.

“Thirsty?” He asked and you nodded. A glass filled with a dark red liquid appeared in his hands and you nearly choked.

“Is that blood?”

“Wine,” he said swishing the glass around with an amused expression. “I’m not here to torture you. Like I’ve said, I’m your immortal-“

“Servant I know. I’m good on the wine though.”

“Suit yourself,” he said taking a sip. A glass that sat beside the bed table filled up with water and you accepted it, not wanting to be dehydrated for a moment longer.

“Now tell me, is there anything else you might be desiring at the moment. My massage offer is still on the table.”

You waved a hand at him. “I’m really not into the idea of a demons hands on my body at the moment, thanks.”

“Liar,” he said under his breath.

You glared at him. “You know, I’m pretty beat. If you could be so kind and allow to me sleep away this nightmare, that would be thoroughly appreciated.”

He sat on the bed next to you. “It’s going to be rather hard for you to fall asleep with all this new information buzzing around in your head,” he said inching towards you, “to make things a little easier, I could… sleep with you.”

“Okay, perv, that sure as fuck isn’t going to happen. I don’t fuck hellspawns!” You scooted away from him, your body slightly heating up.

“Such a dirty little mind, you have,” he drawled out, looking down at your pajamas. “Now Y/N, another thing you should know about me is that I’m not from hell. I’m from a different dimension where sleep isn’t really a thing there and it has been quite a while since I’ve gotten some shuteye. All I’m saying, is that I have ways of making you fall asleep faster and your slumber deep and ~heh~ satisfying. But if you don’t want me to help, I don’t have to.”

“I’d really rather you not,” you said exhaling pointedly. The guy was a cheeky and smug disaster. “Maybe you could, I don’t know, sleep on the couch if you want to.”

He took your hand is his and kissed the back of your palm. “If that is what you will,” he said and he was gone.

Throwing the blankets over yourself your head hit the pillow hard. An immortal servant. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into? And your soul was on the line? Why had your aunt written down ‘my dearest friend’ next to a demon summoning spell? There was so much about her you didn’t know. And there were witches in your family? His words echoed in your mind, “I can feel the magic radiating off of you as we speak.” You weren’t a witch! You’ve never done magic before. Though you did summon a pervy demon in your weird deceased aunt’s house. That didn’t have to mean anything!

You tossed and turned for many minutes trying to get a grip of what in the hell was happening to you. “Fuck,” you said at your realization. You really weren’t going to be able to sleep. You bit your lip. You really could have a ‘deep slumber,’ right about now.

You sighed. “Aizawa?” You called out quietly, sort of hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

A weight appeared in the bed next to you and you could just hear the smugness in his voice as he said, “well that didn’t take long, did it?”

Cum sanguis ex corde meo: ego vocabo servum meum. In pulmonis ex aere, quod est vinculum participatur.**

With blood from my heart: I summon my servant. With the air from my lungs, a bond is shared.

Part 2

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ifievertoldyou · 2 years ago

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the long awaited wip graveyard post

i thought the title was fitting for halloween :p

this post is an assorted collection of all my old thaw wips that i deemed not good enough to post, but didn't want to just rot away in my folder, so now they're here.

enjoy !

the Eye post

fun fact: i used the same seven colored pencils for both the thes eye and the tommy one, i just made the grayer shades more emphasized for the latter. thought that was a neat little detail.

q's eye here makes his skin look a lil more purple

i impulsively gave quackity an eyebrow when i didn't sketch it before, and the way it turned out bothered me >:((

not a wip because i absolutely would never give this abomination its own post, but this is basically what my scratch paper sheet looks like when i want to test out how different colors look with each other, and also get a really, Really rough idea of what the final product will look like. this is the process i go through Every time i draw something serious. 😭

peep all 7 colors of the chaosduo's eyes under the thes eye practice

LMAO AND THE THES FACE 8 SECOND SKETCH LOOKS LIKE HE'S ON DRUGS IT'S SO SILLY

can you see me struggling to figure out how to wrap the rune around q's pupil? and also how to make the rune not just Completely disappear bc of how dark his eye is? yeah. traditional art is a pain is the ass sometimes, but i'm still wayy better at it.

also shoutout to @alexanderwesker for giving me an idea of what the rune on q's eye looks like, because i like being as accurate as i can when i draw stuff, so that was very much appreciated!

the part 2 to the hero's journey comic

i went fucking Ham during the hero's journey assignment, so much so that i literally planned like 19 more panels than what you saw in the original post (27 panels planned in total). but then i realized that i had like Four Whole Days to do that assignment, and would definitely not be able to do that many, especially not without burning out.

so i instead settled for the very first 8 panels that i planned (though even then, i had to abridge a lot of it, and also cut slime entirely from it, bc otherwise those 8 would have been 14 whole panels, and i think i would actually die-), since that was just enough to show two different steps of the hero's journey (crossing the threshold and meeting the mentor btw. i could probably do a whole analysis on how wesker's stories fit into the hero's journey if i wanted to, but i'm lazy rn and this post is already pretty long), and that was the big grading requirement. (i got 100% on that assignment btw 💪and my english teacher still has no clue that he graded minecraft fanfiction fanart LMAO) but this one is what i would have included if i had more time on the project, and could include more of the story, but as it stands, i made this one in my own leisure, because comics are fun to do.

anyways, with that little rant aside, i tried my best to make q look younger than quackity, and really accentuate the difference between them. idk how i feel about how q turned out though.

i'm really proud of the paneling, and i'm also kinda proud of the first frame with quackity's face in particular bc i thought it looked cool, like an actual comic book or something. but i couldn't figure out the card physics or perspective and that's what ultimately made me choose to abandon it 💔 maybe i'll try attempting this page again when i'm feeling more daring (as well as the other panels that i still haven't even drawn yet), but this wip has been collecting dust for a couple of months now so i figured i'd share it here anyway.

Palido

i drew palido a bit ago, but bro got somehow managed to get crinkled in my bag, even while literally being Inside of my sketchbook 🤨

it's not Too awfully noticeable though, especially bc the fold isn't On the drawing itself, so i might be able to salvage him and post a finished version someday... but i kinda halted progress on him for the time being bc of it, so here he is. </3

"Am I Still Even Me?"

i 1000% want to redraw this someday, just because i think the idea behind it is so fucking neat.

honestly, this one wasn't too bad at all, especially since i did all of it (besides the bones bc i think my health professions teacher would be disappointed if i got them wrong, and also the rune bc i care way too much about accuracy) without any reference, which is a pretty impressive feat for me and my aphantasia. but yeahh i think it could definitely be better, and really, this drawing was ultimately something that i just drew in class to keep myself busy for a bit bc i had way too much freetime that day. it wasn't intended to be post-worthy or anything.

but i think that the idea behind it is definitely post-worthy. maybe i'll even add a thes and/or youngerbur addition once i get more information about them and just how they've changed yk.

i had no clue how to draw the bones in that position, i probably could've done more research but. yeah no i don't have an excuse, i just couldn't be bothered that day lmao.

i was also gonna bloody q's hands a bit if i ever got to the coloring stage. like a little nod to when he lost himself to Madness. is the blood actually there? who knows, we're seeing it from his eyes, so for all we know, the rune isn't even lit up either, and he's just remembering it being so. remembering the moment he acted so unlike how he used to be.

the bones are definitely there for charlie though, poor guy...

also can y'all tell that i drew the rune in like. 5 seconds. bc yeah.

i had way more wips to share but i have literally no clue where they went, and also the tumblr picture limit is getitng close so ig that's all for now </3

like for a part 2 (whenever i accumulate enough wips to warrant a post, that is)

#i reserve the right to resurrect these wips at any time #so don't be surprised if one day you see a finished/redrawn version of any of these #thaw #the house always wins #fanart for a fanfic #my art #thaw fanart #wips #the house always wins fic #thaw!charlie #thaw!quackity #thaw!q #traditional art

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hexagon-imagines · 7 years ago

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In Time of War: Arrival

Now is not the time to turn into a coward. Sighing deeply you stood stoically in a line…Other men and women all lined up for their impending doom. Waiting for the sounds of gun fire to deafen their ears and blind their eyes. You could see the anxiety and adrenaline rolling off their skin in a race to the never ending finish line. With a thunderous roar of the jet engines, you were escorted one by one to the drop ship. Gulping and hastily walking to the seats that were stationed near the front of the ship.

Sitting down on the hard seat you reached over your shoulder and grabbed the thin strips of the seatbelts and strapped yourself in, shoving the medium sized duffle bag under your chair. And one by one the seats were filled with their anxiety ridden passagers. Looking around the area you saw wasted potential, they could stayed in their own lifes, had a family, gotten married…Hell maybe even just sitting on the couch while petting a dog… But with glassy looking eye and pounding hearts they passed in their letters for next of kin and apologizing to their loved ones.

In all your life you never thought you’d be in the military, but now here you are… In a ship with the monsters of bad thoughts and anxiety licking in your ears and whispering how you will die, and that if you back out you’re a shameful coward who deserves to die along with the rest of the forgotten souls on the battlefield. Drawing in a shaky breath you began to think about everything that’d you’d leave behind. You’d lose your chance to see another sunrise, the last one you saw was when you snuck out of the dorms and sat on the roof. Maybe heaven would be kinda like that… The coldness of the morning air nipping at your skin and the sun rose lazily beyond the horizon, maybe some birds would sing, tying the imagery together with a blissful feel.

With a giant thud of turbulence and shaking, the drop ship came to a halt…Unbuckling and standing up straight, you puffed out your chest and drew your shoulders back. The Commander stood behind the giant door of the vessel and signaled for the troops to come out of the ship. Looking out in front of you, you saw a base, filled with the injured and the restless. Their eyes glassy as they stared off into space, the smell of death lingered in the air like a fog, never letting you see anything in front or behind you. Marching in a line, with your arms behind your back you made the formation and waited for the commander to say something, give you orders whatever! Just something to get your mind off this tragic hellhole of broken people.

“You’ll be staying here for quite some time kids! Get used to it! The omnics nearly have us backed into a corner and it is our job to keep everything under locks!” He shouted at the crowd, glancing around you saw people looking at the group of you with a grimace on their faces, whether it was a look of condolence of the loss of your short lived life or otherwise… “You’ll be under two groups! Each group will be captained by Blackwatch’s own golden boys. Jesse McCree, and Genji Shimada.” The blond haired man announced side stepping so the two men could stand on the right of him.

“Cadets 31-64, Report to Genji’s Battalion.” He sighed deeply, looking down at his holo pad and pursing his lips in what seemed like annoyance. “And the remaining cadets. Report to McCree’s Battalion.” He mumbled, walking away to the tent where the commander’s debated and argued. Separating from the rest of the cadets you made your way over to your new captain. “Alright if you’ll just follow me we’ll drop off you stuff then we’ll tour this lovely little hell!” He exclaimed with a snark lilting in his voice. Walking to a large tent he pushed open the “doors” and signaled for the rest of you ro come in. Bunk beds were stationed in rows and low hanging light bulbs creating a dull amber glow around the tarp covered walls and sturdy roof. “Now ground rules, 1. No sex, as much as I don’t like it, No sex. 2. No stealing, lying, or cheating. 3.No breaking shit, no fighting. That’s basically it but now go set up and we’ll start the tour.” He smiled looking at some of the girls then walking out of your tent.

Rolling your eyes and walking down to the back of where the beds are, you claimed the bottom bunk and put away your stuff under the bed and shrugged off your heavy uniform jacket before walking out of the tent. “Already done princess?” McCree drawled, a cigar hanging lazily out of his mouth and his hat drooping forward onto his face. “Pfft, I didn’t bring much plus, I don’t really know them so what’s the point of talking?” You chuckled, rocking on the backs of your heels and looking up at the cloudy looking sky. “So what’s your name cadet?” He asked taking in a lung full of his cigar and puffing it out. “(Y/N) (L/N) sir.” You saluted lazily, squinting your eye when the sun decided to peek out from the clouds.

“Pretty name ya got there.” He chuckled, the sunlight catching showing his breath in the coldish air. Looking over your shoulder, you saw people filing out of the tent, and making their way over to the captain. Fading away from him, as the 30 odd cadets came out of the tent and gathered around your newly assigned captain, taking your place as they tried to ask him something. Looking at the girls you saw that they had let their long pretty hair out, instead of having it drawn back in a tight bun or french braid or something, like they told you to keep it. Rolling your eyes and going near the back of the group you looked around and saw everyone talking as if they weren’t in a life and death situation, as if you hadn’t been training your asses off and gaining calluses on your hands.All their anxiety seemed to be washed away but your stomach was still churning.

It wasn’t some sort of pow-wow from high school or collage. Crossing your arms you walked with the group around the base.The first stop was the cleanest part, the medical unit, nurses and doctors in navy blue uniforms scurried about as you stood in the entrance, your heart jumping into your throat when you saw the death count near the corner of the room on a holo-wall panel. Walking out of the house with the group you walked over to the commons area, there were places to wash your clothes, there were showers, and couple of card tables that were occupied by people playing poker and checkers. And a small covered tunnel led to the kitchen, a few people ate the soup with a small fluffy biscuit. It smelled pretty decent, way different then the 20th and early 21st century meals. They ran on crash diets and treated them poorly.

But from the looks of things, everyone was nothing but muscle from labor and fighting, but here you were, a bunch of cadets with some muscles and baby fat. “Alright well, that’s basically the whole base. My tent is in section C, stop by if you have any questions or something to report.” He smiled, tipping his silly cowboy hat before walking away from the group. “He’s so hot!” One of the girls gushed fanning herself with her hand and walking away with her friend gushing about how hot their captain is. Groaning and walking around some more you started a conversation with a woman who was smoking a cigarette, talking and ask about how rough it is to live when the omnics threaten to attack everyday. “So what’s with the death count? Is it civilians as well?” You asked leaning against the broken concrete wall. The woman who stood next to you, who must have been about 40 or 50, judging by her delicate wrinkles around her eyes and mouth… Pulled her lips into a grimace and nodded.

“I’m just an engineer, they keep the sign up as motivation for what we’re fighting for…A very sick motivation.” She muttered, taking another inhale to her cigarette. “You want one?” She asked, placing one of them in her lips before offering you one of the smokes in the cobalt blue Parliament package. “Hey Charlotte! I need my battalion to be positively healthy!” Your captain chuckled, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Says the boy who smokes cigars.” She sassed, quirking up her eyebrow and putting a hand on her jutted out hip, as she held the cigarette between her fingers. “Well I may not give a damn about myself but I give a damn about my troopers, ain’t that right pumpkin?” He smiled, a playful glint dancing around in his eyes.

Feeling a hot blush take hold of your face, you chuckled awkwardly and ducked under his arm. “Well Iiii’ve got to go, I think I’ll go get more acquainted with my bed.” You said, ducking through the tarp doors, trying to get away as fast as you possibly could as your face burned like a forest fire, raging and never seeming to be put out. Walking down to your bed your burning cheeks becoming colder, you squatted down and pulled out your bag and grabbed a worn out picture.

It was pretty vague, it was a picture of a beach, you had found it in a bottle,it was strange but you had always treasured it with all your heart. There was a small boy he had cut wavy brown hair and tan skin and he was stick his tongue out and his mother wore a white dress,and she had beautiful amber skin with earthy and warm undertones and her straight black hair went down to her lower back…She wore a bright smile as she held her son by the ocean.

“What’cha got there?” A southern drawled voice asked you interrupting your thoughts, bracing himself with both arms on the top bunk. “Just a picture…” You murmured, placing the photo bag in your bag. “Aww don’t be like that darlin’!” He teased sitting on the bed next to you, making sure his dirt covered boots didn’t get on your bed. Fiddling with the hem of the black tank top you wore, looking up at him with annoyance.

“Am I not allowed to have privacy sir?” You snarked, moving the bag to sit on the pillows. “Oh you are, I was just curious and wanted to see the picture is all.” He sighed, leaning in closer to your body. “May I please see it darl’?” He asked in a low voice, pouting his bottom lip out comically. Sigh. “Fine.” You groaned, handing him the worn out photo of the mother and child.

…

“Where did you get this?” He asked, scooting on the bed farther and looking at the picture with scrunched up eyebrows. “I found on the beach in a bottle when I was little.” You chuckled. Crossing your legs and waiting for him to say something. “It’s very beautiful.” He exclaimed, handing you the photo back. “What? No that’s me in the photo deal?” You chuckled, placing the photo in your bag. “Pfft nope, you read too many fairy tales!” He laughed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Well dinner is ready, the tanks are back from patrolling and dinner is ready.” He groaned, getting off the bed and offering you a hand. “No thanks, I’m not really that hungry.” You said waving your hand and grimacing your lips.

“Well I’m your captain and my job is to make sure you are healthy, so that’s an order little lady.” He smiled, placing his hands on his hips.

“Fine,I’ll go eat, but don’t expect me to hang around cause chances are I’m gonna go to bed. Is that ok sir?” You asked, standing up and smoothing out your clothes. “Yep that’s perfectly ok.” He smiled throwing an arm around your shoulder. “I think we could be friends, maybe in secret, I don’t want Morrison to get on my ass.” He chuckled. “I think that we could do that” You chuckled, throwing your arm around his shoulder. Then there was a loud whistle of a small missile crashing through a brick wall that covered the base. Loud sirens and yelling filled the air.

“INCOMING!!!”

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vort3x · 7 years ago

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Scattered Thoughts on Lost Light 12 Interlude

Because I said I would also cover this. Sorry it’s later than I expected it would be. Spoilers beneath the cut.

THE SCAVENGERS ARE BACK! MY TRASH CHILDREN! THANK YOU!

Ahem. Yes! The Scavengers are back and I, along with many I’m sure, are incredibly happy to see them though of course you’d know this. You’re reading this after all. This was so unexpected but such a welcome surprise, so let’s get into it!

Just a quick note, but the art style change is kinda weird. Wonder what the decision was behind that (what with the completely different artist for those pages).

Grimlock is finally out and about with the rest of the Scavengers like he’s an actual member and that’s great. No one seems to be nervous around him. He’s just there. It’s perfect. It’s how it should be.

Throughout the whole four pages we get, Crankcase seems to be a lot more expressive, smiley and overall less grumpy. Guess the time he spent with Cons4eva did good things for him. I’m glad.

It’s just my shipper heart talking, but I like that Krok and Spinister were off exploring elsewhere together. <3 (Spinister not being too tall for that doorway also makes me happy for some reason)

Krok insulting Misfire’s aim is great. Misfire’s comment makes me wonder how much he does it. To be fair, I think I’d constantly insult Misfire’s aim if he shot me too.

I wonder where those reports of ununtrium came from and if that’s even important (I’ll mention this more later).

Pretend adventures is such a Scavengers thing. I love it so much. Don’t leave Spinister out of the fun though!

What even is scale? Inconsistent is what it is, but if this panel is anything to go by, Fulcrum is the shortest (assuming everyone is at the same depth), not Krok like I formerly believed. An adorable family.

So when I first read this, I was personally kinda confused as to how the Scavengers wouldn’t have realized what was going on, but then I read back through and realized that Fulcrum had noted that the base was soundproofed. It’s also worth mentioning that we should actually know that this planet (Frayus) had the Black Block Consortia and the Galactic Council on it since the LL received a distress call from the planet last issue.

Krok... honey. That’s... That’s not what you should have called it (I laughed harder than I should have). Fulcrum still being disgusted by organics is great though.

Deathsaurus, Nickel, and Leokaiser also in the same issue? This is great.

Speaking of which, I thought combiners were supposed to kinda be far and few in the IDW verse? Wonder why the Breastforce can combine... and why they didn’t back on Necroworld.

Crankcase’s vehicle mode is so blue... and I love it. Glad we finally get to see it.

Wait wait wait, Nickel outranks Deathsaurus now. I would ask about that, but Jro already addressed this on his twitter. I suppose Deathsaurus giving her control makes sense but... is she capable of taking on that roll? She hasn’t really been in combat all that often. I don’t think she has that experience? (I could be totally wrong, in which case cool) Good for her though!

Deathsaurus’s comment about a third party being involved is very interesting and I’ll come back to it later.

Nickel, what is that vehicle form? It’s cute but... what? Apparently she’s a quad-changer too?

And that basically gets us to the end of the interlude (unless you want to talk about this issue adding to the whole Spinister’s hand changing color thing)! We’re left with the Scavengers being saved by a mysterious party and Nickel accidentally joining them, so the obvious question is who is that party? Here’s my silly speculation:

All we know for sure is that the Scavengers, or at least Krok, know them given Krok’s comment of recognition. Okay that helps to narrow it down, but how can we be sure that it’s someone we the readers know? Honestly we can’t really, but I’m willing to bet that we know whoever saved them. They’re probably either someone we’ve met or someone that works for someone we’ve met. Who is that though?

One possibility is that it’s Brainstorm. We know the Scavengers have had contact with him and we know that at least Grimlock is going to play into this story in a big way.

This is Drift’s vision from LL 1. Grimlock is involved (which we could have honestly guessed all the way in MTMTE 46) and it seems like most everyone in the comic is going to eventually meet up. This would be a good way to get the Scavengers together with the Rod Squad. However, I think it’s unlikely since the Rod Squad seems to be dealing with their own issues going on if LL 13 is any indication (though I suppose it’s possible that that issue is happening before this interlude).

Another possibility is that it’s Fort Max. We know the Luna 1 crew has a space bridge and if a distress call was sent out, Fort Max probably would come help. However, that just seems unlikely. I don’t think that that’s what Fort Max would say to them if he was trying to rescue them. I also don’t think he’d do so by way of portal.

Next idea is that it’s Deathsaurus’s crew, but I highly doubt that since I’d think that they’d be more concerned with saving Nickel than the Scavengers. They’re also currently fighting so...

It could possibly be Overlord? Last we knew Overlord was working for the Galactic Council and assuming he is still working for them, it’d make sense for him to be here (more sense than Fort Max probably would). However, given the Scavengers’ willingness to go with this mysterious third party, I’m inclined to doubt it’s Overlord. At the very least I’m sure Grimlock would be against going.

Here’s a wild idea, but what if it was Megatron? Really I got no proof as to why it’d be him, but it’d be an interesting way to reintroduce him to the story because I don’t think he’s going to be left in the functionalist verse forever.

Now here’s who I really think it is: Scorponok. Scorponok was revealed to be the Grand Architect and is likely also responsible for all the other stuff going on with this symbol.

That links us directly to Grimlock since he’s the one that drew this. Not only that, but those three words under the symbol are the same three that Drift saw in his vision.

What else was in that vision? Sparkeaters World sweepers, just like Scorponok was shown to use. So great. We have a link but why does that mean that I think Scorponok is the one that rescued them? Well before I get into my silly speculation points, I’ll just say this. Grimlock was found on a world sweeper and given how he’s been drawing that symbol, it’s pretty easy to guess that Scorponok had something to do with what happened to Grimlock. You remember how way back in MTMTE 45, Demus wanted to buy Grimlock for a stupid sum of money? Well, while it wasn’t specifically stated, we can guess it was because whoever was behind that symbol (who we now know is, at least partially, Scorponok) wanted him back since Demus was working for them. So! We know that Scorponok (or whoever he’s possibly working for) wants Grimlock back. What better way to do that then to save the Scavengers from harms way and promise them everything they could ever want? Now on to possibly sillier speculation. Remember how I mentioned earlier that Deathsaurus commented earlier on a mysterious third party being involved in taking over one of his raw materiel sources? It could be Scorponok! He’s gearing up for something and it’s really hard to say what, but again, I don’t have any sort of direct proof I can point to to say that this is why I think that. What’s more interesting is to me Krok’s comment earlier about rumors. It’s maybe possible that Scorponok lured the Scavengers here with these rumors. After all, it all seems a bit convenient that the WAP’s transport would stop working and just as the Scavengers are trying to figure out what to do, another portal shows up in their exact location to save them. Now if you want to skip to the end be my guest, but I have speculation (which is honestly probably a bit of a stretch) about who the Scavengers heard their rumor from. Back in MTMTE 45, Krok mentions a couple members of Triple M who are more successful than he is. Agonizer is one of those mechs. We met Agonizer in LL 8 on Troja Major where Scorponok was also seen. Unlike Demus, we don’t really have anything that links Agonizer to Scorponok though (unless I’m forgetting something) which is why I say it’s a stretch... but maybe, just maybe, Scorponok was able to use Agonizer, someone Krok knew, to lure the Scavengers to Freyus with promises of fortune. After all, if it really is him, he does offer them everything they’ve every wanted does he not? TLDR: I loved the interlude a lot and it has a lot of mysteries to it. I can’t wait to see what happens in LL 14 and I really hope the Scavengers will be okay... but! My bet is on the mysterious savior being Scorponok, but who knows. I could be wrong. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

#Transformers #Lost Light spoilers #Lost Light 12 spoilers #Maelstrom talks #Lost Light #Lost Light 12 #MTMTE #since there's a panel of it in here #and wow this is so much longer than I thought it'd be

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