#THE CROSSOVER WE NEED C'MON ] | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

hexlenx · 2 months ago

Text

TANGERINE — hp, bt [ crossover ]

Introduction.

In which the newly graduated lovable troublemaker of Hogwarts is not what everyone seemed. Apparently, he got a little secret.

Sirius and Remus didn't think that their friend was hiding something from them until a few months after graduation.

note: I do not own Harry Potter nor Bullet train, this is made purely for entertainment purposes. English is also not my language so apologies for typos as well as wrong grammar.

warnings!!: violence, vulgar language, r-rated content, lethal weapons and gore.

__________________

This wasn't what James Potter was thinking of to tell his friends about his job. You see ever since he attended Hogwarts, in holidays or summer breaks he always said he had a job in the muggle world. Why did he need a job? Well one is for money, and another is for the satisfaction of...well killing someone. Though he only kills the one in his job and not innocent people. Most of his targets were bastards anyways.

He became an orphan when he turned eight due to his parents dying in a tragic accident when an Azkaban prisoner who was an unregistered animagi escaped and conducted a mass murder. After that he was sent into an orphanage in the muggle world by Albus Dumbledore, saying it was to keep him safe. Which made him hate the man.

It was not that safe.

He knew he had magic but he had no way of controlling it, so as months passed by in the orphanage he was treated as a freak when his magic accidentally went out one day due to his emotions getting the best of him.

But it was due to a very valid reason.

James was in the playground just behind the orphanage when he heard a yelp. It seemed like the person was in pain, so he went towards the source of that sound and saw kids older than him bullying and beating up a dark skinned boy who looked to be the same age as him. It made him see red because how could they bully someone who was defenseless against them as well as the skin color discrimination that he heard when he got closer.

That was when his magic went out.

One of the older kids got flung a few meters behind towards the trees, harshly. This made the others freaked out as well as scared because it wasn't normal and normal scares them.

The victim on the other hand was looking in awe, the power displayed was fascinating for him and he tried to search for the source of that power which wasn't that hard because James was standing behind the older kids shaking in anger. Seeing this the boys scrambled away screaming.

"FREAK!"

"Ye' well I ain't the one bullying people, now am I!" James retorted before looking towards the dark skinned boy.

"You alright?" James asked the boy who only nodded, speechless from the display.

"How 'bout we get you patched up, ye'?" James held out his hand towards the boy who hesitatingly accepted, not wanting to anger him because of his display of magic.

"C'mon, I ain't gon' hurt ya'"

And that was when the two brothers in all but blood came to be. During those years of friendship they decided to escape the orphanage and tend to themselves independently. Getting jobs were the hardest since they were too young but they found errands here and there like house cleaning, babysitting (which did not work out for James due to his temper.) and cleaning out the gardens of some houses. The pay wasn't that high but it was alright.

They stayed in an alleyway with left over wood as their cover and some blankets for the night. It wasn't as good as the rooms in the orphanage but it was better than staying in that abusive building.

A year had passed and their little home became a little larger as they grew. It was hard living in the streets but both of them had fun and as long as they're with each other, everything else doesn't matter.

Footsteps sounded in the small alleyway, the figure of a man was walking towards the small home the boy have built over the year. Grinning maliciously, he grabbed the dark skinned boy who yelped and tried to struggle free the moment he got awoken from his sleep. This lead the other boy to wake up as well.

The boy growled as he ran towards the man, a small pocket knife in hand. The boy stabbed the man once on his thigh making said man to let go of his brother in pain. This made the boy grab his brother to drag him behind him to protect him.

"You little brat!" The man yelled out before punching the boy with the knife in the face making the boy stagger from his place. The man grabbed the boy by the neck, suffocating him as he grinned maliciously. "You're going to pay for that, with your life!" He said while continuing to choke the life out of the boy.

The boy not letting go of the knife then threw the object to the man's eye. Letting him go as he staggered on his steps as he raised a hand to his face. His hands coating blood as his eyes rolled over to the back of his head before faceplanting. The knife that was in his eye going deeper after the fall, without a doubt the man was dead.

The boy breathed heavily as he looked at the dead man, his body shaking in horror. It was his first kill and somehow it felt good. It was sickening but he knew it only felt good because his brother was in danger. Being able to save his brother brought satisfaction in his heart.

"James?" The dark skinned boy softly called out to his brother who stood still with blood coating his face.

"..ye'?"

"You okay?" James paused, no he did not feel okay. He just killed someone and didn't feel bad about it, in fact he felt very satisfied that he killed the man so no he is not okay.

"..ye'"

After that situation a group of men arrived at their location. It seemed that the man was their target for their contractor, the dead man was one of the men who raped and kidnapped the wife of the man who hired them. The man who hired them didn't want to get blood in his own hands so he hired assassin's to finish the job. The dead man was drunk and wanted to take a piss in the alleyway when he saw the small home the boys live in and decided to have fun with one of them. Suddenly James felt relief flow through him as he felt that his actions are valid.

Seeing the potential of the boy, one of the men decided to offer them a job. An assassin, a contractor.

And that's how James ended up being one of the best of the best, the most sought after assassin in the underworld of the muggle world alongside his brother who didn't want him to take on the burden alone. And with that, they both became the most feared twins.

James never regretted his decision or he and his brother would've continued to live off the streets. Now, they have an apartment complex that was luxurious. This was bliss for him. Living a comfortable life outside his job with his brother and finally being able to sleep properly without fending for themselves in the dangerous streets. He was contented.

That was until his Hogwarts letter arrived. He almost forgot he was magic since he was living the best of his life now. This made James remember that he was a freak well in the muggle's eyes anyways. His brother William, who he now calls Lemon, because it's his codename, convinced him to take it. It wouldn't hurt to know where you originated from and if Lemon had the same opportunity, he would take it.

Looking at the platform filled with students and future students of Hogwarts, he breathed in deeply before stepping into the train. His brother couldn't join as the wards don't allow muggles inside the platform so he was alone for now. Walking down the long hall of the train he opened a random compartment close to the edge of the train because he had a feeling fewer people would be in there.

Opening the compartment, he was greeted by a girl his age. She had platinum blonde hair and familiar doe-like starry blue eyes that drew him in like a moth. He gaped at the girl in front of him who did the same before the female pulled him in harshly while closing the door and grabbed his face before slamming it on the compartment's window.

James groaned in pain before harshly pulling the back of her hair and kicked her on the side of her waist making her yelp in pain before he pinned her on the seat behind her.

"What in the fuck are you doing here?!" James growled out, keeping his grip tight on the girl who only groaned as she couldn't move before giving up with a huff.

"I'm assuming same reason as you?" The girl innocently smiled but James knew she was taunting him so he glared even harder before his grip softened when he realized what that meant.

"You're magical too?" Making the girl nod. Sensing no lie when he looked into her eyes, he sighed letting go of the girl beneath him. Great, the Doll, who is a fellow contractor from a different company, how did he know? Well they fought each other before in one of the contracts they coincidentally both have. Now she is going to a magical school with him. Just fucking great!

After that, he didn't want his real identity being revealed so he and the girl made a deal. He stays out of her business and she stays out of his. But it seemed to be harder than it looks when as years passed by, they become closer since they're the only ones who can understand each other in the Wizarding World. They've become close to the point of letting each other know each other's secrets and let themselves be vulnerable to each other, something James doesn't even show to his brother.

They even started going on dates in secret as they both have different roles. James being the troublemaking boy with his group of Marauders and Sophia who is Doll, being the quiet and intelligent Ravenclaw who is always the top of her classes. No one ever caught them as expected of an assassin.

This one thing lead to another and now they're dating. Even going as far as moving in together in James' and Lemon's complex which Lemon was very happy about due to being best friends with the girl since they met. They both bonded over Thomas the Tank Engine. With Lemon ranting about it and Sophia encouraging him by listening and commenting about it. As you can see, it made James very annoyed but inside his filled with fondness as he was looking at both of them as they bonded. Happy that his two favorite people were getting along well.

Years in Hogwarts passed by fast and now they just finished graduating. James graduated and now he was Tangerine once more, just thinking about doing more missions excites him as it has been so long since he went on a mission which was a few months ago on Christmas break.

This time he and his brother Lemon left the company to become independent contractors along with his now wife, Sophia. They stuck with their codenames and built a reputation in the assassin industry. Being famous for the Bolivia massacre without knowing it would lead them getting involved in something they never expected.

"Oh fuck me."

Tangerine stared at the two men in front of him in shock and disbelief as he stood in the middle of the economy car of the bullet train in Japan driving towards Kyoto.

"Prongs?"

#tangerine x reader #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #bullet train #lemon #james potter x reader #james potter #harry potter #ladybug #x yn #marauders

38 notes · View notes

py-dreamer · 9 months ago

Text

i know this is definitely outside my usual lmk wheelhouse and I am working on that one comic believe me

But what can I say, I have a soft spot for the SB gang

Vanny didn't come out as well as I'd hoped but what ya gonna do

Originally it was going to be a Fnaf and Poppy playtime crossover but um that didn't exactly work out

I recently found my old fine liners and can I say fell in love 💘

Also SB is the only place I ship Fronnie

'YOU AND ME FOREVER AND EVER"?!

'I DO NOT COME HERE ANYMORE I MISS HIM'?!!?!

THE FREDDY MERCH IN BONNIE'S ROOM?!?!

THE BOWLINF PINS IN FREDDY'S ROOM?!?!

THE WEDDING BANDS EARRINGS?!?!

Your honor. They are gay furries.

(a reoccurring theme on this blog-)

Also I love the aus of FredDad and Gregory? The Bonnie thrown in is just cherry on top and if all the animatronics are better: the 80s artificial sprinkles man.

Gregory is a child. Maybe 12 at best but I predict maybe 10. (He literally has Freddy sneakers) He was also in a life or death situation.

Did he NEED to decommission everyone? No.

But should we blame a 10 YEAR OLD for that stupid plan? No.

We need some more love for our feral boy here C'mon!

I think Sunny and Moon came out the best. Monty too but let's just appreciate the hatching on the sun/moon duo

(also what is Sun's real name? Moon is moon drop but is sun just Sunny? Sundrop? Sunshine? Idk)

Would you guys be interested in another fine liners thingy in the future?

#art #py's_art #fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock chica #glamrock fronnie #glamrock roxanne #montgomery gator #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny

64 notes · View notes

not-a-space-alien · 8 months ago

Text

K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 5B

Part 5 of the "B side" universe for AU4. You can check chapter 4B for clarification on what this means if you're lost, lol.

K&J masterlist

MMSS masterlist

K&J x MMSS crossover masterlist

To be added to the taglist, contact @whumpsday

Warnings: Blood, aftermath of torture, suicide attempt

***

Jim comes down the next day with a light knock on the wall. "Valen? How're you doing?" He hopes Valen's healed some. That maybe the blood that's made him such a desirable victim finally did some good. "You sleep well?"

Valen pokes his head out from under the blanket sleepily. He is starting to look a bit better. He nods fuzzily, not coming out from his nest.

"Good, good. I'm real glad. Lookin' better, too. You'll be all better in no time. So, my sister and her friend are both coming over today to give you some more blood, do you remember them? From when you dropped me off?" Jim's hoping the fact that Valen knows they're hunters won't scare him, but he's met them before and they didn't hurt him, so hopefully it'll be okay.

Valen perks up. More blood? Truthfully, no, he doesn't remember them, but he's so excited about getting more blood. He nods, eyes shining. Yes, more blood, please.

"Great! How about in the meantime, you can grab a bath, and I'll bandage up whatever's still not feeling great. Liz is also gonna take all the silver shit and the outside lock off the door, so you won't have to worry about that while you're staying here. You wanna grab your other clothes and come upstairs? I already closed all the blinds and curtains last night." Jim informs him.

Valen is feeling so much more hopeful than last night. He's rested, and fed--even if he probably shouldn't have done that part, and he has clothes, and oh, he gets to take a bath. He still can't move very fast, but he excitedly gets up to follow Jim upstairs.

Jim makes sure to grab the writing things before leading Valen up to the bathroom. "Alright, here we are. I'm leaving your writing stuff right out here so you can grab it on your way out. Come out to the living room whenever you're done." He's so glad Valen seems to be in better spirits today.

Valen has a real bath, his first in years. Not a freezing cold spraydown with a hose. It's wonderful and warm, and he gets himself clean. He's starting to let himself believe that maybe good things can happen to him again. He washes his raw face and bloody, skinned wrists gently.

When he's done, he steps out of the tub and pats himself dry with the towel provided, then dresses himself. They're his clothes. It's grounding and humanizing in a way he hadn't thought of. They're his clothes, from the before times, being given back to him, to pull him back up to earth. These are Valen's clothes, and he's wearing them, so he must be Valen.

Valen combs his wet hair with his fingers, looking at himself in the mirror, and goes out into the living room.

"Looking awesome, bud. C'mon and let's get you wrapped up." Jim pats the couch, gauze already in hand. "Just your face and your wrists, or anything else too?"

Valen pats himself down, but they'd been leaving him fresh for his new warden, so his wrists and face are pretty much the only things that need to be wrapped up. The only other thing that hurts currently is his stomach, still far too hungry to be comfortable, but even that's lessening.

Valen sits down on the couch, touching his face, his wrists, and then giving a thumbs up. He wants to smile, but with the state of his face, that would probably just look worse, if anything.

"Gotcha." Jim gently bandages both, making sure to leave an opening for Valen's mouth so he can eat later. When was the last time Valen was touched gently? He knows how it feels to ache for the kind touch of another person. "Do you think you could handle a hug?" he asks when he's done, knowing it might be pushing it in his starved state.

Valen's watery eyes light up. A hug, a hug, yes, yes, yes. He wants one so bad. He can't bite if he wants the muzzle to stay off, he has to not bite. He vibrates on the couch, extending his arms feebly. Yes, yes, please, hug, hug.

Jim is scared. Valen may mean well, but he's also a vampire, and being bitten on the wrist was bad enough. But he needs to give his guy a hug so bad. He reminds himself he can always push Valen away if he needs to, like he did yesterday. This isn't Kane. He's had 10 years to get over it, he should be better by now.

He enters Valen's arms, wrapping his own around his thin frame in a warm embrace. "I've got you. Everything's gonna be okay. Promise."

Thank you, thank you, thank you. He leans into the hug, vibrating, excited. Jim is so warm, and so welcoming, and so soft, and so vulnerable, and so, so, so delicious-smelling-

Before he even realizes what he's doing, he's bitten down in the crook of Jim's neck. As soon as his mouth floods with the taste of blood once again, he remembers he has to not bite and pulls away, falling off the couch and to the floor, whining.

Jim freezes up and goes quiet again. It's on the wrong side, because he would never let anyone's face get close to his scar, and the fabric of his turtleneck wets with blood. He trembles and cries, sitting there on the couch completely tense, letting out soft sobs.

Valen sobs too. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He'd even fed already, yesterday, and he still hadn't been able to resist biting. He's ruined it, and maybe he'll be punished, but even worse, he probably won't be hugged again. He half-stumbles, half-crawls over to where the writing materials are and quickly scribbles out I'm sorry, and holds it up to Jim. He stays on his knees, holding it in front of his face with trembling hands.

Jim takes a good minute to get to a state where he can respond. It helps that he was expecting this might be a possibility, it's not out of the blue like the first one. He took a risk and it failed.

He reminds himself he's okay. He's not very hurt. He's not food, Valen stopped, he's not being taken back. It was just a bite. He used to do this every day and it was worse, then.

He takes a deep breath and looks over to Valen, crying holding up a sign reading I'm sorry with shaking hands.

"It's- it's not your fault." Jim says quietly. "B-bad call. On me. I'm just gonna change shirts and take a breather real quick, okay?" He grabs the medical supplies he'd just used on Valen and scurries away to his bedroom.

Valen watches him go with despair. Everything had been going so well. Jim said it's not his fault, but his sister is coming over, and maybe she and her friend won't be so nonchalant. And he wouldn't get any more hugs, now.

Still crying, he pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and pulls it over himself, curling up in a ball and hiding himself under a nearby chair.

Jim dresses the wound, changes his shirt, and tries his best to calm down. He returns downstairs about 10 minutes later, much more calm. He got bit and everything's still okay.

It's apparent that Valen has not spent their time apart calming down. Jim sits back on the couch. "Hey, you're okay, Valen. Everything's still okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. You can stay there if it makes you feel safer, but nothing bad's gonna happen if you come out. We're all good. More than good."

Valen peeks out from the blanket. Jim looks okay. He crawls over to the coffee table, taking his pencil in an unsteady hand and writing Thank you for the hug I hope we can hug again sometime when it's safe and then sliding it over to Jim. He then crawls back under the chair, not panicking or trembling, but still feeling more secure balled up and tucked away

"Yeah. Yeah, man, just, I'm gonna need a little. You know what, though? Laken loves hugs. Maybe you can ask them for one after you feed from them." Jim suggests. "Sorry for freaking out. I've just got baggage about bites."

He smiles a little, remembering something. "You know, when you picked me up that day, I thought for a minute you were gonna make me your bloodbag. Y'know, before that was cleared up. And you know what I thought about it? Honest to god? 'Oh, this won't be so bad.' You were so nice that was what I thought about potentially being kidnapped a second time."

Valen lowers the blanket from his head, eyebrows raised. Really? Maybe Valen really had used to be a really nice person, one who could hug people without biting. He mourns the loss, averting his eyes, keeping them on Jim's feet.

Valen hears them approaching before Jim does, two humans. There's a knock.

"That's gotta be them." Jim says as he gets up to answer the door. He makes sure the sun won't shine near Valen before opening it all the way.

After they all exchange greetings, Liz asks, "Where is he?"

"Hiding under the chair. He's real easily spooked. Be gentle with him." Jim says. "C'mon in. Valen, you wanna come out? Liz and Laken are gonna give you some blood."

Valen crawls out tentatively. There being multiple humans in the room is scary, and he barely remembers these new ones. He'd been scared of Jim before, but now that he's more scared of the newcomers, Jim feels very safe. Valen kneels behind Jim's calves, poking his head out from behind the human to look at Liz and Laken. But not making eye contact. No, never eye contact.

"Hi, Valen." Liz says softly, heartbroken by the sight before her. Hunters did this. To Valen, of all vampires. The one who gave her her brother back. She speaks as if Valen will break if she talks too loudly. "I'm Liz, if you remember. It's nice to see you again. I wish it were under better circumstances. How are you feeling?"

"Sup." Laken adds with a friendly wave. "I'm Laken, Liz's hunting partner. You ready to get your blood on?"

Valen looks at Liz's hands, which is as close as he dares get to the face, and nods when she asks him how he's feeling.

You ready to get your blood on? Why can't these humans just talk normally, so he doesn't have to anxiously second-guess what they mean? Laken means they're going to feed him, right? That's right, they'd said they were going to give him more blood, right?

He moves himself up into a crouching position, daring to look a little excited.

Wait, back up. His sluggish brain hadn’t processed what they were saying.

A haze falls over Valen's brain as he looks at Laken again, processing what they’re saying. Hunting partner, they'd said hunting partner, right? Are...Are Liz and Laken vampire hunters?

Then he does remember that, fuzzily, that when he'd come to hand Jim off, Liz and Laken and two other vampire hunters had been there. Hunters, hunters, hunters, that's right, they're hunters.

He drops back down onto all fours, cowering behind Jim and whining in fear. Jim will protect him, right? Jim said he wouldn't hurt him.

"Oh, hey, Valen, you're okay. You already knew that, you said you remembered them?" Jim says, confused.

Liz goes to step forward, but Laken grabs her hand and shakes their head. "Space."

Liz nods, staying where she is as she speaks to Valen. "We're not going to hurt you. You- I owe you everything, Valen. You gave me my family back. Plus, what those sorry excuses for hunters did would be fucked up either way. You're safe here."

"It's all good, man. You seemed pretty excited about blood, right? I'll go first." Laken offers, crouching and holding their arm out to Valen. "Don't even worry about it."

Is Laken telling him to bite them? That can't be right. They're hunters. Hunters, hunters, hunters. He tries to listen to what Liz is kindly saying about owing him, but it feels like he's scrambling to try and climb a slippery staircase to fight upstream and internalize what she's saying. His eyes dilate with fear as Laken holds their arm out to him, and he shuffles backwards a little bit.

He gropes at the table for his notepad and pen, and he quickly scribbles out Biting is bad I won't bite again I'm sorry I won't bite again Im sorry I know better, underlining and circling words and phrases seemingly randomly to emphasize.

"No, Valen, it's okay. You've got permission this time, it's fine." Jim assures.

Liz puts 2 and 2 together from the this time, her eyebrows raising. "He bit you?"

"Yeah, it's not a big deal. He's trying his best." Jim smiles down at Valen. "No one's mad at you."

"Yeah, c'mon. I wouldn't pull the rug out from under you like that. You can go ahead." Laken encourages.

"It's allowed." Jim adds.

Valen presses himself into the wall away from Laken, shaking with terror, still looking at Liz, that surprised He bit you? still hanging threateningly in the air in his mind.

"Why don't you guys give us a minute? Maybe you can go work on the door?" Jim suggests.

"Alright." Liz agrees, looking at Valen sadly. "Whenever you're ready. None of us are gonna hurt you."

The two of them head to the basement to start removing all the silver from the door.

Jim crouches by Valen. "What do you want, bud? You're not a prisoner anymore, it's up to you now. How can we help?"

He fumbles with the pen, picks it back up, and writes. Liz is angry at me for biting you?

"No, she's not angry. She was just surprised. She knows you didn't mean to. Do you want me to check?" Jim asks. He'd been lying about it being not a big deal, but he's sure Liz got the message: act like it's not a big deal. It was an accident, after all.

Valen shakes in a heap on the ground. No way, there's no way a hunter would see what Valen did to Jim, biting him so severely he almost fainted, and think it wasn't a big deal. Why wouldn't Liz be angry? She must be angry. He's going to be punished, he always is. He's going to fuck up badly enough to be sent back to that hell eventually, he knows he will, no, he already did, he's just waiting for them to realize, realize he deserves pain and pain and pain, never ending ever ever.

He grasps the notepad firmly and writes Please kill me, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and wetting the bandages.

Jim reads the note and gives a heavy exhale, sitting next to Valen so he's against the wall, too. "No, man. I'm not gonna kill you. You wanna die 'cause you're scared? Is that it?"

He whimpers and writes: I can't take any more pain.

"No more pain. How about that? It's over. It's really, really over, I promise. I'm not gonna hurt you, Liz and Laken aren't either. All we wanna do is see you safe and healthy. No pain." Jim says.

Maybe Valen will believe this eventually, if Jim just repeats it enough, but he can't right now. He just can't. His imagination races. He can picture so, so many ways this could go wrong. He can't do this anymore. He can't keep worrying and trying to figure out how to handle things, how to help himself. Jim and Liz and Laken are telling him they're trying to help him, but all he can feel is the dread of being the center of attention of a group of humans, of hunters. What hope does he have?

Jim's not going to kill him. He has to do it himself. He drags himself over to the chair he'd been hiding under before, wrapping his weak hands around the leg to try and snap it off to fashion a wooden stake, still weeping.

"Hey, fuck, nonono don't." Jim removes Valen's hands from the chair, holding them gently in his own. "How about this. Give it one month." By that time, Valen will have been back home in vampire territory for weeks. He'll probably feel a lot safer, and Jim won't be able to stop him anyway. "Can you do that, you think? Give life as a free man a shot for one month?"

Valen keeps his eyes on the wooden chair. How does Jim expect him to believe he's a free man? How does Jim expect him to believe he'll be able to last an entire month without pain, without messing up, without biting, without getting trapped back somewhere where he won't get this opportunity again? He tries to go for the chair again, more feebly this time, knowing he can't really fight Jim off. Why hadn't he just waited until later when he was alone and could get away with it?

"Valen, please." Jim doesn't let go of Valen's hands. "Just, just give it a shot. Please? I promise nothing bad's gonna happen. I won't let anyone hurt you, swear on my life. I know you've been through hell, but it's really, really over, I promise. I can't- you know I can't watch you every second, so just, please. It'll be okay, I'll make sure."

Valen shakes in Jim's hands, hanging his head and letting his hair fall in his face.

"I bet you'll feel a lot better with some food in you. It's not gonna fix everything, but everyone feels better after eating. Nothing bad happened to you when you bit me, right? And this is with permission. Or if you want, maybe they can get the blood in a cup or bowl or something for you? What sounds good?" Jim asks, releasing Valen's hands so he can write.

Valen wipes his eye, trying to make his swimming brain comprehend what Jim is saying. A cup, a cup is good, yes. This way he doesn't bite. He writes down, Biting is bad. A cup sounds good.

"Cup it is, then. You're gonna be just fine." Jim doesn't want to leave Valen alone after his very recent suicide attempt, so instead of going to get Liz and Laken, he calls out. "Hey guys! Valen's ready to eat!"

Laken appears out of the hall. "Alright! Order up."

"Can you try and get it in a cup for him? He's nervous about biting." Jim says.

"Sure thing." Laken gives Valen a thumbs-up.

Valen is starting to come down from the despair a little. He's getting a thumbs-up. That's good. He gives a little whine and lowers himself down, his head on Jim's leg.

Jim cards a hand through Valen's hair while Laken goes to the kitchen. "You're okay. Everything's gonna be fine."

After about a minute, the smell of blood emanates from the kitchen.

Valen perks up at the smell, shaking like an excited dog. He crawls forward, wringing his hands and leaning towards the kitchen door expectantly.

Jim follows behind him a bit nervously, but looks away from where Laken is draining blood into a mug.

Laken smiles. "Just got started getting this for you. If you changed your mind and wanna nibble, that's cool too." they say, letting their blood trickle into the mug.

Valen stays kneeling on the floor, clearly trying to wrangle the excitement off his face, trying not to hope, but he's aimlessly flapping his hands with excitement, trying to stay still, trying to stay on the floor and wait for Laken to bring it over, trying to control himself.

Laken keeps going until the cup's got a good amount in it, then slaps a large band-aid they had ready over their arm and brings the mug over. "Cuppa Laken, hope you enjoy." they say with a grin.

Valen stands and holds his hands out eagerly to take the cup from Laken as soon as it's within grabbing range, whining as he downs the cup. He keeps it over his mouth as the remnants dribble down, then he eagerly lowers it down and swipes his finger on the inside of the cup to lick off the remaining blood. He holds the cup when he's done, not daring to look at Laken, just looking down into the cup.

"Yay, I'm delicious." Laken says with a lighthearted laugh.

Jim rubs Valen's back. He's glad Valen is finally feeding, and that he doesn't have to be the one to provide it. Hopefully he'll be well again soon. "You feel a little better now? Still got a refill waiting, too."

Valen's gaze snaps back up, excitement returning, vibrating. A refill, he gets a refill?

He looks to Laken, then to Jim, and accidentally makes eye contact, then whines and lowers his eyes back down to Jim's feet.

"I'll go get Liz." Laken says, patting Valen on the shoulder and heading off.

"You're doing great. See, this isn't so bad, right? Everything's okay now." Jim knows full well that everything doesn't just become okay after you escape. But it definitely gets a hell of a lot better.

Liz joins them. "Door's about halfway done. Stuff's easier to take off than to put on. Sorry if we scared you earlier, Valen."

Valen nods, eyes wide. She's apologizing to him. That seems wrong. He should always be apologizing to everyone else ever, for existing.

Liz takes the mug, drains blood into it in a similar fashion, and hands it back. Jim is tenser this time. This entire feeding endeavor is a little much for him, but he doesn't want to leave Valen alone, since Valen seems comforted by his presence.

"Here you go. Hope this is enough." Liz says, pressing the mug back into his hands.

Valen squirms excitedly while Liz prepares the blood for him. He downs the second mug the same way as the first, licking the inside clean. He retrieves his writing utensils and writes Thank you, showing it to Liz and Laken.

"You're welcome." Liz says with a smile, while Laken gives a "No problem."

"You still want a hug?" Jim asks quietly. "I'm still uh, taking a break from 'em, but Liz and Laken would probably both be down."

Just as Valen had started to calm down again, his interest is once again piqued, giving an excited little jump, starting forward towards them then stepping back, rocking from foot to foot, nodding vigorously.

"Aw, c'mere!" Laken wraps their arms around him in a warm embrace. Liz laughs and joins in, giving him a group hug. Jim declines to join in, but he does ruffle Valen's hair.Valen starts crying again, and for the first time in forever, they're happy tears. He holds the hug for an absurdly long time. It's okay, he's okay, there are people who care about him and want him to feel okay and will hug him. It's almost inconceivable.

***

@barebarb

@cc1010foxy

@emcscared-whumps

@gt-daboss

@hurtpluscomfort

@jakersdaboss

@lolrpop

@melancholy-in-the-morning

@pigeonwhumps

@secretwhumplair

@some-thrilling-heroics

@starfields08000

@t0rture-me

@thecyrulik

@thejinglingcourtjester

@vehan-tikkun-olam-and-stuff

@whuarri

@whump-cravings

@whump-my-heart-away

@whumpycries

@wolfeyedwitch

@whump-addict

@why-not-ask-me-a-better-question

#whump #K+J #angst #whumpblr #hurt/comfort

36 notes · View notes

bluekat12345 · 1 month ago

Text

TFRB x AEMH: We'll Be Fine

This crossover is from the brilliant mind of @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal, check them out, they are amazing!

Not necessarily a songfic, but this was inspired by the song "We'll Be Fine" from Epic the Musical on YouTube. I thought it would work with Cody and Captain America. Hope you enjoy reading!

"Alright, just like we practiced." Captain America, AKA Steve Rogers, instructed.

"Yes, sir!" Cody nodded. The boy stood in front older man, raising his arms and getting into a boxing stance.

Captain Rogers smiled. Then he crouched down so he was closer to Cody's height, and raised his hands, which had boxing mitts. "Let's start with the warm-up. Go!"

At that command, Cody began punching the boxing mitts, alternating from left to right, keeping at a steady pace.

After arriving to Griffin Rock, Steve, along with the rest of the Avengers, had worked closely with the Burns family, their bot partners, and the Greene family, growing fond of them all. Steve in particular had been growing rather close to the Burns, especially Cody. The other Avengers would often tease about Cody being his sidekick.

Steve couldn't deny that he had grown fond of the youngest member of the Burns family. The team figured it was because of how similar Cody was to Steve, but it was more than that.

He felt at ease around Cody, he felt he didn't have to be Captain America, he could just be Steve Rogers, and Cody accepted, and even liked that, which was honestly refreshing, given how many people admired Captain America while never acknowledging Steve Rogers. And he often found himself admiring Cody, despite his young age, Cody had a strong, courageous, and noble spirit, the kind that was so rare to find these days.

"Kind of like Bucky..." He found himself thinking. He frowned as he shook the thought out of his mind.

He hadn't heard from Bucky for a while now, even before coming to Griffin Rock, but that didn't stop him from thinking about his friend often. Seeing what had happened to him, being frozen like him, only to be found and brainwashed by Hydra and the Red Skull, it haunted him to this day. And it was his fault that Bucky had to endure all that.

"Captain Rogers?" He heard Cody ask. Facing the boy, Steve saw that Cody had stopped punching his mitts, and was looking at him with concern, it was a look he was too familiar with. "Are you okay?"

Steve forced a small smile. "I'm fine." Then he brought his hands in front of Cody again. "Now, c'mon. Back to work."

But Cody didn't start punching, he lowered his hands and continued to look at Steve. "Captain, something is bothering you."

Steve gave another smile, a melancholier one. "It's nothing you need to worry about, son. Its personal things."

"Oh, okay." Cody said. "But if you need to talk, I'm here listen."

Steven couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his throat. When Cody gave him a confused look, he apologized. "Sorry, it's just...you remind me a lot of a friend of mine."

Steve sat down on a bench and Cody quickly sat by his side. He took a moment to remove the mitts from his hands, then he spoke.

"Like you, he was young, but one of the bravest people I've ever met, honestly, he's still one of bravest people I know." Steve started with a smile. "We worked together, fighting the good fight, protecting people, and he had a way of inspiring me to be the best I could be, even better. He has a strong heart, and he always knew how to give me the strength I needed when I felt I didn't have any left."

"He sounds noble." Cody commented with a smile.

"He is." Steve replied. "Some might say I was a mentor to him, but truth be told, I learned just as much, maybe more, from him."

"Where is he now?" Cody asked. The moment Steve stopped smiling; Cody quickly added. "I'm sorry, I-"

"You're fine, son." Steve assured. "He's still alive, I just don't know where he is at the moment. We've...grown apart." Then he sighed. "And honestly, it's probably better that way."

Cody frowned. "What do you mean?"

Steve opened his mouth but quickly closed it. There was a lot he wanted to say, but he shouldn't be saying these things to Cody. He was just a boy; he shouldn't dump this on to him.

Finally, he said. "A lot happened between us, a majority of it being my fault, he's been...hurt because of me. But you don't need to concern yourself with that. I shouldn't even be telling you all of this. Forgive me."

Then he stood up. "You really miss him a lot." He heard Cody say.

"I just...wish I could at least know how he's doing, where he is." Steve confessed quietly. "At least so I could sleep at night knowing he's okay."

There was another moment of silent, he wasn't sure what else he could say, he honestly wasn't sure if he even wanted to say anything else. He honestly felt that he said too much, this wasn't Cody's problem, and he shouldn't have vented to a child, even if said child was willing to listen.

"Captain Rogers," Cody started. "I don't know who your friend is or what he's like, but I'm sure he wouldn't be as unforgiving as you think."

Steve couldn't help but let out a light scoff. "What makes you so sure?"

"Well, you said he was a lot like me." Cody replied. "And spending time with you has been great! Working on your motorcycle, learning how to box, I feel stronger every day! And I see you as a great friend, so I know I would do what I can to keep our friendship going."

Despite the conversation, Steve couldn't help but smile a little at Cody's words.

Then Cody continued. "And so, I think while things between you two may not be great right now, that doesn't mean you should give up on your friendship with him. You should go find him and talk to him."

"I wish it was that simple." Steve said.

"I know it isn't." Cody admitted. "I don't know what happened, and maybe things won't be like they used to be, but your friendship sounds special to you, and that's something worth trying to save. And I know you would never do anything to purposely hurt your friend, and if your friend really knows you as much as you say he does, I'm certain he knows that too. So that's why that I truly think that with time, work, patience, and cooperation, you two will be fine in the end."

Steve stared at the boy, not really sure how to respond to his words. On one hand, he felt like a fraud. Cody had spoken so highly of him and their friendship, but Cody didn't know everything, and Steve was sure that if Cody knew the full story, he wouldn't think so highly of Steve. And he felt like such a coward for not telling Cody everything, but he somehow felt even worse for even telling Cody the thing he had at all, this wasn't Cody's problem, he shouldn't burden the boy with this.

But on the other, it also filled him with a small sense of hope, it made him think that maybe there was a chance. If Cody could say what he said with such confidence, then maybe it was possible. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but the boy's words inspired him to want to try to. His words made him want to stop wallowing in self-pity and actually try.

"I don't know if we really will be fine." Steve thought. "But I don't want to lose you again, Bucky. Even we can't be like we used to be, maybe we really will be able to work this out. Maybe we'll be fine."

Steve smiled at Cody and ruffled his hair. "You're a good kid."

Cody smiled. "Thanks!"

Sorry if this is inconsistent to the show(s) or of any character is out of character, I'm a bit rusty when it comes to AEMH. And also sorry for taking so long to write this. Still, I hope you enjoyed reading!

#TFRB x AEMH #My Writing #TFRB #AEMH #Transformers Rescue Bots #Avengers Earth's Mightiest Heroes #Transformers #Avengers #fanfiction #crossover

11 notes · View notes

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 16 days ago

Text

...okay but, how funny would it be to see a Hazbin Hotel vs Supernatural crossover fic

Neither side is killable, permanently, for different reasons

Lucifer making a 'seriously, this guy?' gesture between Castiel and Dean

Pissing off overlords by trying salt and holy water on them. It hurts, but not enough to stop them from retaliating, lmao

------

Charlie trying to redeem/negotiate with them for a non-violent solution/compromise as she (with the help of Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Alastor and her father) persistently side-steps, ducks, dodges and is blantantly portalled/shadowed out of the way of their fists, blades and bullets.

"Charlie, get away from them, I think they might be rabid... hunters aren't usually this persistent when they fall into Hell." Lucifer cautions, grabbing her through a portal and yanking her to the other side of the room. His still smiling daughter's expression tightens with determination as she strides back over.

Angel yanks her to the side to dodge a spray of bullets.

"Toots, c'mon, you can't be serious... they're tryin' t'kill us!" he bemoans, using all four hands to try and keep her behind the couch. Losing focus briefly to snatch at the giggling red blur that ran past on her way to annihilation (though Niffty would say her goal was to Meet the Bad Boys)...

Charlie slips free and pops back out, hands outstretched in welcome. "Hello, I thought maybe you didn't hear me before but I'm Charlie! This is my Hotel, and it's lovely to meet you... I know sometimes the fall in can be a bit traumatic and people react..." she bites her cheek trying to think of a good way to phrase it, "...not great. But it's okay! You're safe here in these walls."

"Babe, look out!" Vaggie tackles her and throws her wings up in a shield as holy water splashes across them. It burns, but not as badly as it would have to Charlie... she'd never let these bastards hurt her morningstar.

Red flickers in Charlie's eyes as she takes in the pain in Vaggie's expression. She cups the ex-orcist's cheek, warring with her instinctive need to murder the men, and did a few quick breaths.

There was a slicing, gagging noise as something whipped by overhead. When Vaggie's sizzling wings unfurled, Husk was hurling cards at the hunters, aiming anywhere that had a sliver of flesh free. It was a testament to his restraint that the avian feline wasn't using his explosive dice.

But Charlie stood by her No Explosive Ordinance in the hotel rule, except in times of war. And this? Was nothing compared to an extermination... and besides, she knows new sinners can be... confused, frightened and lash out.

Then her dad is there, his hands fall to Vaggie's wings, pulsing soft gold light across the feathers to remove the traces of the holy water, and healing what was damaged. There were now patches in those lovely wings where the feathers would grow back, but-... No, no she needs to take a deep breath and not kill them.

Angel is just about caging Niffty in his arms to prevent her eager attentions on the men.

"Oh, I see we accquired guests while I was out... how... intriguing." Alastor says, materialising close enough for his tendrils to curl about two human throats and lift them from the floor. One can't be too offensive with their weaponry when one is choking to death, ha hah!

"Wait, Al, don't hurt them they're just scared new sinners! I was trying to calm them down!" Charlie surges to her feet, Vaggie slipping into her father's arms as he helped the other ex-angel upright. She waves dramatically at the hotelier in the hopes he might pop them back down on the floor so they could peacefully resolve this.

Alastor blinks at her, his menacing expression showing genuine confusion from behind the ever-present smile. His head tilts sickeningly. "My dear... are you under the impression that these two are not, in fact, still alive and somehow down in the Pit with us? Because I'm afraid I have some rather entertaining news otherwise."

That drew her up short, and she really took a moment to look at the men who had crashed into the hotel gardens a few minutes before. Okay, in her defence, sometimes sinners looked nothing like human when they landed... and other times, they looked almost too-human. She'd never even registered the visual cues, having been so excited and concerned about counselling new souls who might be revisting death trauma.

Second chances starting from the moment they arrived, what better chance at redemption? Later, she might feel guilty about putting her agenda first over their mental health and wellbeing needs, but until then... she can push it down into a tidy ball of confusing emotions that sat neatly shelved in her heart. Right next to the fear her mother would never call back and the crushing weight of feeling she abandoned her father in a time of need.

Hah, take that anxiety! She had a SYSTEM for managing her worries and it made her so exceptionally mindful and well-adjusted!

"Hey, put us dah-argh-down y-you techno-freak..." choked the shorter of the two, using a blade to hack at the tendril around his throat. Alastor's expression deepened into dislike at the sensation, and decided perhaps Charlie would forgive him eating a live human just this one time...

"Whyever would I do that, my good man? From what I can surmise in but a brief glance, it appears that you burst into our fine establishment and injured several of my colleagues, when all it appears they were doing was trying to help you..." he seemed to consider something Niffty was saying in her giggling high-pitch. "And apparently, either murder or sleep with you... in the case of my dear little Niffty. It is in your interest to work with us here to work out whatever is happening here and-..."

Microphone static blasted through the air as the taller one managed to complete the majority of an exorcism under his breath. Though, given that Alastor was already very much in Hell, the spell didn't really know what to do except force his form to glitch as runes spiralled for a moment. It did have the effect of the pair being inadvertently released.

"That... was exceptionally rude." Alastor growled, antlers branching, but they paused as Charlie stepped in between them, his focus falling to the fact she was in the direct line of threat. Even had it not been written into his deal, he would protect this infuriating little princess from herself and her bleeding heart because of the entertainment she brought him... and if that coincided with a burgeoning sense of not-distaste he felt for all the hotel members, well, so be it.

She was breathing hard, flickers of her horns and tail appearing as she tried to maintain calm in the face of her friends being under fire and two of them being actively injured by these... human men who were in hell somehow?

With a deep breath, she exhaled the rage. Her expression falling into her open smile, just like Al had said, disarming and a cheery show of good faith as the other emotions brewed violently beneath.

"Okay, let's try this again. My name is Charlie, and I'm sorry that this has happened to you, I'm sure it's very confusing and frightening to find yourselves in Hell as living humans. We... don't really have any sort of precedent for this kind of thing... so we'll need you to work with us to fix this."

"Cute, but we're not buying that schtick, princess rainbows. Last time we trusted a demon, a lot of people died... including her. So let's cut the shit and be real here, we've killed a lot of your kind over the years, so whatever freaky bullshit quirks you lot got going on? Bring 'em. We're going to end you anyway."

"De-... uh, hey look, maybe they could... help? I don't think this is... the right place." said the taller one, who seemed to be slightly less cynical as he gazed at Charlie's expression.

"Sa-... hey, don't you start that again. Look what happened with Ruby, and Crowley, and the vampires and the werewolves, and all the others up there we tried to partner with. You wanna go cuddle up with the possessed doll over there or... the radio wendigo thing I'm staring down? Be my guest. Cas'll just put whatever's left back together."

"You make a good point, but... you also sound like Dad. Just... think on it, maybe."

"Sa-... man, you'd best be shutting the fuck up and getting out the Thing in the next three seconds or I will blast you full of rock salt."

"Kinky!" Angel slaps a free hand over his own mouth, silently cursing himself.

That threw the shorter one off a bit. "What?"

"Hah, just ignore Angel he's a... character! Just trying to lighten the mood a little because everyone's super tense. And, let me be clear, if you ever hurt someone here again, I will not be so welcoming... you just threw the equivalent of acid on my girlfriend, so I'm sure you understand that I'm feeling a little tense."

"Yeah, well have you considered that all of you are six foot plus with weapons and some sort of anime bullshit level magic, so it's fair to assume that you don't have good intentions? And in our line of work, someone always gets torn apart screaming with those kinds of odds." 'De-' snarls in her direction. He's clearly sizing them up, working out where they can go from here, angling himself between them and the taller man behind him.

"Do you really think that gun blazing is the best strategy in hell? Why, you and your lovely... I'm assuming younger and taller, brother, must have experience with the supernatural to be so very assured of your victory. Or did you intend to go out guns blazing?" Alastor asks, subtly pooling his shadow at Charlie's feet in case she needs a quick exit.

Vaggie is on her feet and moving slowly towards them, her spear to hand, trying to provide protection but not provoke any... stupid reactions. Armed men with twitchy little hands are always a threat; even if their weaponry won't kill permanently.

"Anything to rid the universe of a few more supernatural nightmares." the shorter one shrugs, nonchalant despite the fact he's holding a shotgun at the Princess of hell herself. The taller one's expression is slightly conflicted, but in an instant, it hardens. Whatever the pair have lived through, it shows in how quickly the brothers collaborate in a tight space.

"Sorry, I'm sure you're all... great... and if we hadn't been screwed over a dozen times already, we'd try to partner up and go full scooby-doo on this mystery. But," the taller one shrugged, revealing a fist full of Something a split-second before he hurled it. "You don't live this long as a Hunter if you're not a paranoid, ruthless bastard sometimes."

Granules of blessed salt just barely graze Charlie's skin before she hurtles downwards into a dark void, only to tumble out and land on top of Vaggie a few feet away. The pair rolling away across the floor from the momentum. Alastor shadow-stepped away swiftly, but not fast enough to prevent parts of his suit and skin from sizzling.

He throws a pointed glance at Charlie. "Now may I eat them?" he says in a too-jovial voice, the radio filter hiding all but the barest hint of a strain. "I think I shall marinate them in cursed spices, just for a hint of ironic seasoning."

"Nooooooo, nope. I think we could get through to them, they-..." she gasps as a sharp bang echoes, and the small shadow shield is torn apart by scatter-shot rocksalt, embedding in her skin, as well as that of anyone in her vicinity.

Lucifer's wings shield them from the next blast, as the taller one starts his odd chant again. Alastor and Lucifer appear to be losing their temper, if her dad's horns and the sudden army of shadow poppets swarming the Hunters is anything to go by.

"...is anyone I actually care about injured?" Lucifer asks, looking over Charlotte with desperate eyes, seeking the traces of blood spattered on her form and finding minor wounds. It hadn't hit her with full force... but it Burned wherever it toucher.

Almost as bad as angelic steel. Charlie bit back a number of choice curse words as she felt angelic magic wash over her in waves, brushing off the residual and closing the injuries.

Dad hadn't had to try so much healing in one day since the... since the Battle. She didn't think he'd slept this week either, so that probably wasn't good for him to be overexerting himself like this. Could an ex-seraphim be hurt by rocksalt or whatever made the other granules blessed?

His wings sparkled with it.

Vaggie tried to brush the King off, insisting it was simply a little uncomfortable, she was fine. He repeated his actions with her, anyway.

Charlie was mentally calculating how they could get through to these men... or if she might have to just let her hotelier and weird sort of parentish figure eat them, and call it a night... when Angel cried out.

"Niff, NO!"

Husk made a grab for her, but she was beelining right for the salt, intent on cleaning it up. Poppets changed route to intercede her as Alastor's eyes went full radio dial, body partially elongating so he could snatch her up before anyone took a shot.

She was, at least, ensconced in a large hand when a rather odd angelic light blasted into the foyer and sent pain radiating through the bodies and charred retinas of all present.

"Please refrain from touching the humans under my protection." said a very unsual voice, it was slightly too clipped, as if it had all the right intonations available but hadn't yet worked out how they were used. "I am not afraid to force-bless someone into purgatory... and you would not like it there, I assure you."

Lucifer, the only one not affected, moved to the forefront of the group and stretched out his wings to blot the light from those he could. Angel was shielded by the couch, Husk yanked down beside him as the feline's furr began to singe.

Vaggie and Charlie tucked behind Lucifer's grandiose figure, and a shrinking Alastor found himself next to them with a stunned Niffty in his arms. Pupil a pinprick and body dormant.

Charlie's eyes went wide in panic, reaching out a hand, but he caught it before she made contact and shook his head. "She will be alright, this... happens sometimes, when something frightens her."

Vaggie seems at a loss of where to go from here, the light... felt wrong. It was from Heaven, but not... like any she knew. It didn't feel like their Heaven, it was... not a cheap imitation, but like going for another brand of the same cordial. The... taste was off.

Lucifer must have noticed, too. But all the sinners could do is wait in his literal shadow as the light began to dwindle to nothing.

Niffty curled into a ball, arms around Alastor's throat, and it was a testament to their bond that the overlord didn't fling her clear across the room for invading his space. Although, he did take care to ensure she was not touching anywhere still dusted with salt.

Angel was staring intently at Niffty, clearly worried and anxious for the 'crazy broad' as he liked to refer to her. They had a weird sibling dynamic going on, and it must have been positive ennough that Alastor had yet to interfere in such a matter.

Charlie had taken to assuming it was a sign of burgeoning camaraderie in he hotel, and trust forming. Even if unsaid.

Niffty twitched slightly, as he ran a small circle on her back, repeating the motion several times whilst looking directly at the porn starlet. Then, Alastor passed Niffty across to Angel with his undamaged tendrils, leaving her to the care of the more-concealed pair.

Charlie blinked, zeroing back into whatever had been happening on the other side of the feathered wall.

"...must say that I wouldn't think that a pair of humans could cause such an impact on my little realm, but boy howdy did you two try your damndest. Pun intended." Lucifer's tone is light, but there's a threat below it that can be felt. Like the rumble of distant thunder, it set nerves alight without really notifying the brain of Why it was suddenly considering flight as an option.

"You have my apologies for any trouble caused, Lord Lucifer." said the third surprise guest, apparently the one behind the light and likely an angelic creature in his own right. Well, Charlie was assuming He because of the voice, but she would apologise if incorrect... some angels didn't really understand the whole gender thing. Made before it existed and all.

"Hey, don't you go apologising to that thing, Cas!" grumbled what sounded like the shorter hunter. "Just smite it and let's get out of here, we were tracking a rougarou about to turn before we got here. Someone's fucked if we don't take it out in the next 18 hours."

"Dean, please... just, let Cas handle it, okay? We both trust he knows how to fix this or has some idea on how we get home... so just, let him do his thing." the taller brother replies, suddenly the voice of reason despite all the chaos he caused earlier.

"...fine."

"I am Castiel, from a Heaven that I do not believe is attached to this universe. This Hell, also, is alien to me and not something I recall as correct... I traversed the one in our own universe to retrieve both the Winchesters at different times, for different reasons. You cannot imagine how exhausting Hunters can be under your charge."

"Oh... I have some idea how infurating handling a bunch of overconfident once-humans can be, yes." Lucifer grins back, he was likely picturing several of the hotel residents and staff right now. "But I believe you are correct, none of you have the right..."

He seemed to fumble for a human equivalent of the song-like warble that echoed unsaid. "Ah... I think we can go with 'resonance' for now, its the closest I can get to the concept. If the universe if a symphony, you three are discordant notes twanging amongst the rhythm and flow; not enough to destabilise the orchaestra, but enough to gain notice."

"Will this put you at odds with your Heaven? I am willing to explain the situation to them as needed to avoid further conflict."

There startled 'hah!' seemed to have come from many mouths behind Lucifer. He folded down his wings and threw a pointed glare at the current and former overlords, his future daughter-in-law and one Mr Dust.

"I'm afraid that nothing would calm them down if they assumed this was somehow intentional." Lucifer shrugs. "Heaven sends exterminators every year on a set day to kill sinners permanently in great numbers, for their own enjoyment. If they got a hint of you being here, they'd find a way to twist it into a declaration of war."

"They... what?" gasped the taller one.

"Okay but why... if this Hell is meant to be eternal torment, why kill off the people suffering?" the shorter of the two asked.

"Entertainment. Bloodlust. The smug superiority of those in power trying to ensure no rebllious uprisings. Why not?" Alastor intones in his best narrator voice. "Why, the Princess here led quite the counter-offensive in the last little skirmish, and managed to take out the head Exterminator. Quite the show!"

"And now we're stuck waiting to find out how we get punished for defending ourselves." Vaggie growls, clutching her spear tighter. "So when random humans come storming in with demon-killing items strapped to every inch of them and try to kill the Princess despite her friendly welcome... you can imagine the rest of us won't take too kindly to that."

"It's okay Vaggie... we're okay. They were just scared, like I said... and now it's fine!" Charlie enthused, false cheer propping up her waning smile as it started to hurt. "We're not mad... but please don't do that again!"

"Correction, my dear, I'm quite peeved and as you know it's always easier to heal when one is full..." Alastor suggested, eyeing the pair as he clicked his neck to the side with a sickening crunch. "It's been a while since we had non-sinner flesh available..."

He laughed, indicating his intentions were merely to frighten rather than act upon them. Charlie was getting used to the way her weird hotel family would deflect from pain or fear or difficult emotions.

Vaggie would overwork herself and take blame for everything.

Angel would push himself to flirt at everyone and not say no to anything, even when sober, or be too friendly.

Husk would emit an aura of Fuck Off that stopped you several feet away, and get silently wasted beyond belief.

Alastor... well, he was a showman, not unlike her dad, so she'd noticed that both of them would ramp up the casual cheerfulness and sniping when they wanted to conceal something.

Niffty would clean until she fell over and fall into panic otherwise, if things were too clean.

Charlie knew she had tells too, and the others were getting good at spotting them too. She'd have to work on that.

Either way, the Overlord's skin was still smoking, but he hadn't made a move to crush off the excess or anything. Just... sat there, with them, waiting to see where this would go.

Husk did mention Overlords, whom she didn't know many of outside of Rosie and Alastor and... ugh... Valentino, would try to misdirect you if they were half a torso making threats, rather than ask for aid. She didn't... ever want to know how Huck'd known that. It sounded... visceral.

"Please do not attempt to eat my humans, I am rather attached to them." Cas replied, not getting the hint.

Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Ignore serial killer bambi here, he won't eat you because I'm going to find a way to send you back towhichever Earth is the correct one for you... shouldn't be too difficult now I've honed in on your resonance signatures. Feels like you came here from a universe about two to the left of here, and... oof, yeah, it's radiating ridiculous amounts of supernatural energy. You said these creatures were loose on your earth?"

"Indeed, even moreso now Purgatory was breached and the creatures therein unleashed." Cas confirmed.

"You can get us home?"

"Pretty sure... been a while since I opened anything beetween universes, but you two brought your own angel across the veil, which means I only have to partially open it in conjunction with his own powers. Should bounce you right back home." There's a pointed pause. "But, if it doesn't work, or you ever find yourself back here, word to the wise..."

His demonic form blazed with hellfire as the room dimmed and the oppressive sensation of Power emmanated like a shockwave. "Don't you EVER think to point a weapon at my daughter or her loved ones again or I will tear you into atoms that will scream across the cosmos until Judgement Day!"

Even the additional angel shrank back at that threat, knowing the threat to be possible... and something one would never wish to experience.

Charlie felt her heart thrum in a sort of horrified joy, the idea that her dad was protecting her and her people, even if he didn't really believe in her goal of redemption...

Oh!

"Thank you Dad, I'm sure they learned their lesson." She soothed, jumping up to walk towards the hunters again, who cleverly avoided raising their weapons at her this time. "Hi, I'm Charlie and what I wanted to tell you about before was this project of mine here at the Hazbin Hotel. I'm not sure what your world is like, but here our Hell is bursting at the seams after all this time, that's when the exterminations started... but I believe that eternity is a long time and souls can change for the better. So I made this hotel to help souls work towards redemption, and get into Heaven!"

"That's... uh.... nice." The taller one half-smiled, unsure what to do with his face.

"And how's that working out for you?" the cocky one shot at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, we aren't quite there yet... but! It's an alternate goal for mass murder each year, every year, sooooooo... we're going to keep at it!" She enthused, her aching smile fixed in place.

"Well good luck with that one, sweetcheeks. Probably takes a lot to get a demon to Heaven, but you seem... pretty determined." the shorter one relented, after an elbow to the side. Charlie briefly wondered what it was like having a sibling like that...

Angel Dust leaned over the back of the couch. "Hey, Short King, can you pause the portal because I think you might take away the chance for a little multi-universe collaboration if they go too quick. "

Husk smacks Angel with his wing, knocking the other out of his allegedly seductive posing. "Hey, stop trying to bang weirdoes who try to kill us, I'm standing right here, man..."

"Oooh, Whiskers, you gonna-..." whatever truly intriguing wordplay he was about to utter is paused by Niffty jerking back to sapience in his lower arms. "Niff, ya okay!"

"I'm fine, I just went to the quiet place in my head where the screaming doesn't go!" she smiled, squeezed Angel once more and wriggled down to go to Alastor. "Hi Sir, you're hurt, can I clean the salt now?"

"No, dear. I know you enjoy pain, but the angels have done something to the salt to make it... not the fun kind of pain, I think you'd be quite disappointed in the experience. how about you oversee the poppets cleaning it up, hmm?"

"Aw... well, okay." She scurried off rapidly to boss about several poppets of varying sizes struggling with a broom and dustpan combo. "No no no! Pick up each grain by hand and put it in the tray!"

"...as I was saying, if Cas...tiel, was it? It's what I can read in your... resonance. If Castiel wouldn't mind sending a bit of angelic light over here, when I give the signal, then I can bend it towards the right universe when I open a portal. And if anyone I care about, and probably also bambi because MY daughter likes you, could get behind my wings to avoid being deep fried..."

The wings popped back out, and the sinners congregated behind them, including Niffty when she was brought over by several directed poppets.

"Samuel and Dean Winchester, Castiel... it has been a bizarre and upsetting visit to have you here. However, I hope you return home safely... and if you should ever fall back into my realm, recall your manners." Lucifer says, as blinding light fills the room, tinged with a blue not of his own making.

"How did you-...?"

"He's the Devil, Dean, he probably can guess your least favourite flavour of skittles if he tries hard enough..." Sam murmurs. "Thank you... and sorry about... everything. We're going now!"

Castiel remains silent, but the shadows indicate Lucifer nodded at the other angelic being before the light snapped away.

"Well, that was weird as fuck for a Wednesday night, even for this place." Angel exhales, as Lucifer turns to face them. "Hey Short King, if you ever wanna leave them out, give em some air, I wouldn't be opposed... looks soft as fuck, and all fancy like that."

A strip of gold races across Lucifer's cheeks. "Oh, uh... thank you, Angel... but... they're a tad impractical and the doors around here are beuilt to accommodate height not width."

"Just saying..."

"I wish we could have talked them down properly." Charlie can't help the pout forming. "I need to work harder on helping forget that professional therapeutic connection more effectively... I might need to handle something like this again, with newer sinners."

"Nonsense, Charlotte... any threat you cannot talk down, I will eat or your lovely paramour Vaggie will impale... assuming your father can't reach it first! Ha ha ha hah!"

"Hate to agree, but... yeah." Vaggie shrugs, smiling. "I'd kill for you... die for you, but I still refuse to eat sinner eat for you no matter how much you want to be polite to Rosie and Al."

Charlie let out a startled laugh. "Okay, fair!" she grinned, rubbing their noses together.

"Well, now that mess has concluded," Alastor added, rising and brushing his clothes off, "there are a few intriguing things from the Overlord meeting today that I simply must share with you, Charlotte. There has been some... discontent raised about the hotel, despite the victory over the exorcists."

Charlie frowned. "Of course they'd find a way to turn our victory into a bad thing..." she sighed. "Sure, Vaggie and I will come to the office in a minute. Is everyone else okay? Niffty?"

There were several verbal assents of various levels of mentally traumatised but physically okay... before she exhaled in relief. With a tilt of her head, she asked her dad to follow them to the Office, this might... need his weight... around managing the overlords.

As the door clicked closed behind them all, Charlie felt her composure break. "What the ffuuuuuuuuuuuck was that, dad? Since when were there other universe? How did they get here? How did you send them BACK? Could we help them? You said their world was dangerous!"

Lucifer held up a hand. "Hey, hey duckling, breathe... please... listen, there's other universes alongside ours. The boundaries are far stronger than those holding heaven, hell and earth apart... but sometimes the wrong magic, or the right magic, depends on how you look at it... can blow a hole in it. Like how people refuse to use the front door but come through the side wall all the time. Best way to fix it is to put the missing thing from that universe, back through and slap some strong magic over it. Closes it right off."

"And Charlie..." Vaggie adds, taking her lover by the hands. "I don't think we could do much to help the humans there right now... we saw what two frightened hunters could do, imagine more of them coming across us, a handful of demons, they'd kill us or do far worse because of the way their world works. We'd never get to finish your speech about redemption... plus, they have their own angel. I'm sure they're fine."

"I... yeah, probably. I just want to help."

"We know you do, that's why we love you, Charlie..."

The sappy moment was ruined by the sound of furniture being hurled across the room before Lucifer managed to pin the other with a particularly deft move involving all his wings. The overlord's poppets it at the king, but he ignored them.

"Stop squirming, you're worse than Charlie was as a little kid! Just stay still for a second and I can get this off you, 'cause I know it hurts like angelic steel pressed against the flesh." Snarls the King, pulsing golden light across the green-tinged form clearly disgusted at the sheer aount of touch occurring against his will. "Hey, almost finished, chill out or I'll have to knock you out... maybe carry you past the others, for the hell of it. Angel could get some pictures of-..."

"Dad! Hey, you could try asking before you force help on people..." she tried to admonish, but it wasn't really going to stop or censure anyone at this rate.

"Get. Off." Alastor growled, ears back.

"Oooh, scary... also, no. And if you're a good deer, I'll deal with that little fuck-up bleeding through your shirt, so how about you just settle down for aminute while I fix this? Okay? Okay." The King replied, prodding at the growing stain. "Yikes, feels like... Grace. Gross. Anyway, who did you ay was threatening my daughter?"

There was a long silence before Alastor ground out a brief summary of the meeting he'd attended. How the Vees had convinced Zeexi and that flaming skull headed overlord that Charlie's actions had placed all of Hell in danger, and they were admidst running a slander campaign against the hotel as they spoke.

"I do not understand social media that way some of you do, but I believe that the influence of Velvette will make it hostile to anyone associated with the hotel shortly. You may wish to 'lock it down', as Rosie suggested, however one accomplishes that."

Charlie put her head in her hands, "Of course. Of course they'd see a victory and turn it into some random failure to push their own agenda... it's that angelic security thing all over again, isn't it?"

"Babe, we'll get through this. Just... put up some more wards and your dad and Alastor will keep us safe. The Vees won't cross Lucifer himself, not even Valentino's that stupi-..." There was a considering pause. "Okay, not a good example... but Vox isn't dumb, he'd keep the moth on a leash. Still, we can handle this."

"...there, bellhop, you wanna say thanks for all that first aid?" Lucifer sighs, rlling his shoulders and hopping up, letting the overlord dissolve into shadows to reform upright away from the ex-angel.

"You have done a remarkable job with your non-consensual healing, little majesty, thank you for that."

"You're welco-... wait, what? No, don't call it that!"

"Why waht else could you cal-...?"

"Nope enough of that shit. Charlie is tired and had a big day too, we'll deal with your magical wand measuring nonsense later, okay? For now, please... just try to get along? Sounds like things are about to get worse, interdimensional visitors aside, so let's... just talk calmly and think it over tonight." Vaggie says, the voice of reason.

"Fine."

"As you wish."

----------

As the quartet spoke, Niffty was carefully instructing several poppets to place the salt into a large padded envelope with meticulous handwriting addressing it to one CEO of Voxtech on the front.

She giggled, recalling the quiet instructions down the chain.

Mr Vox must have been a Not Good Bad Boy at the meeting today, but that was okay... he was going to get a gift of Pain to make sure he was a Good-Bad boy next time to Mr Alastor.

She absently dropped in a dead rat as well, as an extra present.

Niffty loved her job.

#or something #hazbin hotel #supernatural #another weird idea that spiralled into half a ficlet #phoenixwrites

9 notes · View notes

kittycatcrackhead · 3 months ago

Text

oh no another ideaaa

oh dear i think i've come up with another idea:

a weird crossover between hotel dusk and stardew valley

how would hyde end up in stardew valley? idk maybe he finds a letter from his grandpa or somethin kinda like in sdv

maybe he gets sick of workin for red crown, and decides "fuck it, i'm gonna be a farmer now."

Probably takes place sometime in the mid-80's, putting him in his late-30's to early-40's.

could also take place in 1981, since Cape West apartments have closed down and he needs a place to go, he finds the letter, and then decides to go, since he's got some closure with different aspects of his life, and probably wants to try somethin new.

maybe he offers to take mila with him, since she'd probably have finished college by that time (if mid-80s)

i think she'd go, idk

i think hyde would end up with either harvey, shane, or elliott.

With harvey, i think he'd get annoyed with him telling hyde to take better care of himself, and to be careful in the mines

with shane, i think he'd dislike shane at first, since he's kind of an asshole (but hyde's a bit of an asshole too, so it's kinda like a bit of a feud between them). But he eventually comes around, and they find that they some stuff in common idk

with elliott, he'd probably get real annoyed with the flowery speech and what he perceives as a pompous demeanor. But idk maybe he realizes that elliott isn't as annoying as martin summer, and isn't a cowardly fraud like summer. hyde probably has a bias against writers because of that lol.

also i'd bet hyde would really like joja cola, since i'm pretty sure he says that he's addicted to cool pop in last window.

i really wanna make a new game and play as hyde lol, but i also wanna wait til 1.6 is released on console (c'mon concernedape, it's been six months exactly, how much longer do we have to wait T_T).

#hotel dusk #kyle hyde #stardew valley #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv harvey

9 notes · View notes

crossovershipstournament · 1 year ago

Text

SEMIFINALS: Megaman (Megaman)/Pit (Kid Icarus) VS Huey Duck (Ducktales 2017)/Wakko Warner (Animaniacs)

Propaganda for Megaman/Pit:

This ask, which includes the art used in the bracket image!

Oh my god. This one came immediately to mind. Idk how big the ship is now, but I remember like seeing it everywhere back when Super Smash Bros Ultimate was like popular on Tumblr/Twitter. I think it was originally a crackship cause both of them were in Captain N (a cartoon), but it’s like a serious thing now. Literally all it took was one interaction between them (there’s like dialogue you can get if you do some combination when you play as Pit) which is just Pit gushing about Mega Man. It’s cute. And honestly kind of iconic

#MEGAPIT ?? good for them #go back in time and tell kid me the ship he came up with on a whim would be in a tumblr bracket :'3

#megapit sweep!

#megapit nation let's pokémon go to the polls #let's give it for a wholesome and iconic crackship

#MEGAPIT NATION RISE. RISE. RISE #MEGAPIT

#MEGAPIT!!!1!

#MEGAPIT NATION RISE UP

#c'mon megapit nation #sure they may lose but let's get them some votes anyways!

#vote for the boys people!!! #let's get them as far as possible

This art!

#Hits u with my megapit blast

#but let's do our best for our artificial and flying (kinda) boys!!!

#be on the megapit side of history

#c'mon c'mon c'mon!!! #should it have to go down #then megapit won't go down easily!

#megapit #MY BOYSSSSSS

#MEGAPIT NATION WE NEED YOU #AND EVERYONE ELSE#HELP THEM WIN!!!

#MEGAPIT NATION STAND STRONG

#they might get annihilated but we're not going down without a FIGHT #come on boys. smash bros is nothing without either of u #manifesting megapit sweep

#MEGAPIT I BELIEVE IN YOU

#VOTE MEGAPIT #MEGAPIT NATION WE NEED YOU #RISE #RISE RISE RISE

#probably the end of the line for the robot and the angel #but that's no reason to give up so easily! #get the boys some votes!

More art! With an unwanted visitor.

Propaganda for Huey Duck/Wakko Warner:

Huey and Wakko are classic opposite attrack characters, while also touches of "you're drawn to people who remind you of your family" thrown in. They're both very autistic coded characters (because their shows are cowards and refuse to say the word) but in opposite ways. Wakko is very outside of the norm where as Huey holds himself to a strict set of rules. While Huey adds a bit of routine to Wakko's life, Wakko encourages Huey to cut back, go outside of his comfort zone at his own pace and also relax a little. Wakko reminds Huey of both his siblings, excitable and dramatic like Dewey, and laid back (compared to his siblings) and mischevious like Louie, where as Huey reminds Wakko of his own siblings. A bit more uptight and bratty like Dot, and intelligent and encouraging like Yakko. They also bring out different sides of each other, Wakko can be gross and messy and Huey somehow finds it charming, and Huey can help Wakko see that he's intelligent and creative in his own ways rather than being outshined by his own siblings. They both also have anger issues, and Wakko would be great at helping Huey to feel his anger rather than always keeping it hidden away. He makes Huey feel seen and heard and taken care of because Huey doesn't have to be the Older BrotherTM around Wakko. Basically just opposites attract autistic kids who help each other come into one another.

#yall need to vote for my baby angels #wakko/huey sweep #please #they deserve it #their shows treated them awfully

#MY BABIES VOTE WAKKO/HUEY YOU LEGALLY HAVE TO ITS MY BIRTHDAY

#HUEY WAKKO SWEEP YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO VOTE THE BABIES

Art Credit: Megaman/Pit art by @/farraigeart Huey/Wakko art by @/justadoll and @/krillconnessieur

#Crossover Ships Tournament #Poll Tournament #Megaman #Pit Kid Icarus #Kid Icarus #Huey Duck #Ducktales #Ducktales 2017 #Wakko Warner #Animaniacs

66 notes · View notes

the-sprog · 9 months ago

Text

My friends and I are still on our pokémon nuzlocke bullshit so I'm still poke obsessed.

But separately I'm also on my how to train your dragon bullshit and I realized how similar the relationship progression of Ash and Pikachu and of Hiccup and Toothless is.

They should meet.

Ash getting slung on Berk would have pretty much the same effect as Hiccup ending up in Unova. Going from no electricity to that would probably give the kid an aneurysm before he starts taking pokedexes apart to learn how to build them. I don't think Toothless would scare people as much as they'd probably assume he was a legendary from another region. He'd be Dragon type, probably pure.

Toothless and Pikachu wouldn't be able to communicate, which would probably weird Toothless out since usually he's not this cut out from the rest of the world. I mean, Hiccup and Ash also probably speak different languages here, but it's easier for humans to learn a new language than it is for animals from different universes to do so.

For these kinds of universe shananigans I can always only think of a few main culprits, Arceus being the main one. I mean It does a lot of things for Its self without worrying about who It's using. Palkia and Dialga might not be the teleporting around type, but Giratina might meddle. And the Lake Guardians do some kind of transportation shananigans sometimes but they're not as mischievous iirc.

Thinking about Hiccup somehow meeting Lugia and being all "it's ok it's ok" *hand think* while Lugia looks at Ash and goes "is this kid fr?" And Hiccup has a heart attack because he's never heard a Dragon talk. And pokemon also usually don't so this was a surprise all around.

Them exchanging stories of how they met their life long partner.

"I uuh- I shot him down. He can't fly without the artificial tail fin I made. But hey! He got me back, didn't he? Couldn't save all of me, so-" *points* "peg leg."

*Warble*

"Woah. And you made it? Both of them?"

"Yeah. Took me a while to perfect the design but now Toothless can fly with my help. I... Tried making him one he didn't need me for, but he rejected it."

*nods* "I get it."

"We didn't get along for a while. I was scared and he was resentful. But I was also stubborn and he was curious. "

*chuckle* "Me and Pikachu didn't either."

"Yeah?"

*nods* "He didn't want a trainer, and I didn't want him as my Pokémon. But, like you, I was stubborn. And even though we didn't get along, I never would've let him get hurt."

"Naturally."

"So when a murder of Sparrow attacked us, I protected him. And then he did the same. And I think we started bonding more because of the trust and respect that came from that incident."

"Pikapi! Pi pika pika-chuu."

*nods* "True. It wasn't smooth sailing. But with time, we really came from an understanding."

"And now you're inseparable?" *Smile*

*smile back* "yeah."

I was also thinking about what pokémon Toothless would be if this was a universe fusion and not a universes meeting kinda situation and I came to the conclusion that it should be Zekrom.

C'mon. Night Furies are said to be the "unholy offspring of lightning and death itself". I can totally see some culture getting that idea if they know the original story and lore.

I don't know what the Red death would be in this scenario, but this would be like a Hisui situation with people hating or being scared of Pokemon in general. I have less ideas for universe fusions type crossover.

#me me post #pokemon httyd #pokemon #httyd #how to train your dragon #jadenoryuu if youre reading this i am still writing a response #i wrote this one handed while j had dinner because the parallels wouldnt leave me alone #but im taking the dp one more seriously #as evident by the lack of sources written in this post lmao

12 notes · View notes

kirider · 2 months ago

Note

I'm gonna be the most predictable bitch on this planet, Vice and Kiriya for the ask game

I planned to only have Vice under the read more but. this absolutely got out of hand ooops :P I have much to say about the blorbos

Kiriya

First impression: He's a bunch of my favorite tropes condensed in a cool design i was doomed from the start XD

Impression now: He's one of those blorbos who lives rent free in my mind I love him so much. I think he's one of the smartest charactes in Kamen Rider tbh, not in anything specific like Sento or Philip but just as how quickly he connects dots and figures out things. They had to kill him otherwise the series would have ended too quickly XD /j But also he's just a silly guy tee hee ^w^

Favorite moment: every single time he's on screen <3 /hj But if I had to pick some specific, mmmh. Well, I have to go with Gorider bc I have a reputation to mantain, that scene when everyone is accusing Emu and he's the only one defending him is so good; the beach scene because of course we all know the beach scene; and the reveal in Tricks because ough my heart

Idea for a story: okay so. For me current Kiriya can either be OG Kiriya who is a cockroach who refuses to die, or a bugster copy of Kiriya from Chou Super Hero Taisen who deluded himself that he's the real Kiriya (I like playing around with both depending on the situation). But the second one has so much potential for angst ough. I need him and Game Hiro to talk and have Game Hiro make him confront his delusion (since they're both copies of ExAid riders but Hiro accepts that fact while Kiriya doesn't) (and by make him confront I just mean Game Hiro is being his usual brash self he absolutely did not sign up to give Kiriya therapy he's just here to check on his kid). And slightly related but would probably be in a separate continuity (unless I figure out how to connect the two), Kiriya having an identity crisis regarding this (is he the OG Kiriya or is he just a game copy?) and Emu reassuring him that he doesn't care, Kiriya is Kiriya. For the sake of everyone I'm gonna stop here but. I have many thoughts about Kiriya XD

Unpopular opinion: ...I'll be honest, I made myself such a nice bubble in this fandom that I've only seen love for Kiriya so idk what an unpopular opinion would be XD

Favorite relationship: KiriEmu of course it's KiriEmu. I also love when he interacts with Nico I think they should have interacted more :3 Also also the show is a coward for not having Kiriya and Hiro interact more c'mon-

Favorite headcanon: This is super self indulgent lol. I think he's a patological liar, but he's getting better now that he has friends to help him :3

Vice

First impression: Oh I hated him so much it's so funny XD Everytime he broke the fourth wall I was ready to fight him

Impression now: He's just a (very loud and exuberant) silly guy yay ^w^ He cares so much about his family and his friends and specifically Ikki

Favorite moment: idk if it's the favorite moment but I love the last arc of Revice , Vice is so good in that aaa çvç o|-(

Idea for a story: most of my ideas for Revice stories are more about Ikki dealing with the loss of Vice tbh, idk if I have anything Vice centric 🤔 The first part of the Blue Exorcist crossover is technically more Vice centric I guess, with Ikki being knocked out during it and Vice having to protect him. I also have an idea for a one shot not-fic where Ikki and Vice are having an off day so they just spend the whole day merged, I do have some sketches for that somewhere

Unpopular opinion: Liking Vice itself is an unpopular opinion apparenty XD Also idk if it's popular but on ao3 there's a lot of people shipping him and Ikki and that squicks me out :/ They're brothers to me

Favorite relationship: Vice and Ikki of course. Their relationship is so intresting, all the human-demon relationships are so good and unique and it's such a pity this show is not the kind of show to explore this kind of stuff because aaaaa. And the demon sibling dynamics is so good, Vice Kagerou and Lovekov is such a good trio that was underexplored. Also I love the completely made up relationship he and Tsumuri have in my mind (from when the promos for their Outsiders episode came out. I have not watched that episode yet and I am still living in headcanon only land) They're besties your honor

Favorite headcanon: Vice will not allow himself to see Ikki again. He can't deal with having to say goodbye everytime (at the end of the series and during the stage show and after the Desire Royale) and if it keeps happening one day he'll be selfish and keep Ikki for himself and away from their family and he knows Ikki wouldn't want that (even if Ikki wouldn't remember them) :)

#when you accidentaly spend an hour writing about your blorbos :P #kiri.ask #this is not proof read and the pc doesn't have autocorrect so you're on your own hope it's legible :P

5 notes · View notes

puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago

Text

Been thinkin about Batman & Pokemon crossovers, so have a list-ish of what I think they'd have. Might do Gotham's rogues too later. First ones listed would probably be their starter of sorts, but honestly that can be up for debate too.

Bruce Wayne -Lets be honest as part of his Brucie cover he probably hides the fact he has a few of these lol [1] Absol (Everyone knows he has one & it probably wears a bow-tie to Galas) [2] Jigglypuff (Mostly for his Brucie cover but he loves the attention seeker) [3] Kangaskhan (C'mon mister adoption-issue definitely has one) [4] Noivern (Big dragon-bat for the Batman) [5] Drakloak (Another parenting pokemon, one had by both Bruce & the Bat) [6] Metagross (Very smart armored friend for the Bat) [7] Silvally (Let's be honest with all the labs in Gotham he probably found it) [8] Iron Valiant (Look at it and tell me its not here to steal ur gender) [9] Mareep (It's his therapy sheep that he can hug because fluff) [10] Hisuian Goodra (powerful shy friend for the socially awkward man)

Alfred Pennyworth [1] Dragapult (He deserves a ghostly dragon friend swarmed by lil dragons) [2] Gallade (We know he's good at hand-to-hand combat) [3] Cinccino (C'mon give him a helper in cleaning the manor) [4] Blissey (Let's be honest with how often the bats are hurt he needs help) [5] Solgaleo (If anyone deserves a big intimidating sun lion it's Alfred) [6] Dachsbun (I mean just look at it, he deserves a bread dog as the cook) [7] Drampa (Grandpa dragon, enough said for the grandpa of the batclan) [8] Sylveon (Another healer helper who probably was part of the service) [9] Flabebe (Let's be honest this buddy helps with the garden)

Dick Grayson [1] Staraptor (I mean speedy dark bird friend who starts small & cuddly looking) [2] Lucario (Honestly they probably spar spikes vs escrima sticks lol) [3] Growlithe (Mans worked as a police officer, every one of them has one) [4] Salamence (If you read the lines pokedex you know exactly why this fits) [5] Joltik (A secret tiny electric friend to sit on his shoulder or head)

Barbara Gordon [1] Emolga (C'mon energetic gliding bat friend is totally Batgirl) [2] Herdier (Probably a gift from her dad as a puppy who she raised) [3] Swoobat (Another bat bud to help her in fighting) [4] Deoxys (Who would want to mess with Oracle with a 'mon like this lol) [5] Porygon-2 (Oracle is everywhere & this lil data bird is too)

Jason Todd [1] Talonflame (Speedy red bird who starts tiny & gets huge) [2] Chandelure (I mean ghost friend for the undead boi?) [3] Steelix (Let him pain its head red for vigilante/crime lord work) [4] Corviknight (Let's be honest he got this one while in the League) [5] Decidueye (There's not exactly pokemon with a gun but there's this) [6] Roaring Moon (I mean this looks constantly ready to maul you lol)

Cassandra Cain [1] Weavile (Look at it & look at her backstory, her dad definitely gave her it) [2] Marshadow (I mean it's the pokemon who copies others via shadows) [3] Crobat (Bruce: I don't have favorites; Also Bruce: Gives her one of his bats) [4] Sensu Oricorio (They can dance together for funsies) [5] Kecleon (She's very stealthy & can disappear with a friend)

Harper Row [1] Midnight Lycanroc (She was very angry in the beginning so have friend) [2] Cloyster (This one is straight up from vibes lol) [3] Nidoqueen (Big armored friend for vigilante work & hugs) [4] Shiny Venomoth (A friend to help keep watch over her brother) [5] Pidgeot (Dye the head feathers blue for Bluebird work) [6] Tinktatuff (Tinkering buddies who can build cannons together)

Stephanie Brown [1] Marshadow (She found it on the streets while trying to take out her dad) [2] Gabite (Look at that face & tell me they wouldn't do mischief together) [3] Scrafty (Street kid w/ her equally scrappy pal do battle togethre) [4] Fearow (She'll steal whatever pokemon she likes from Bruce thx) [5] Paldean Wooper (Dead Robin club has a new death-themed member)

Terry McGinnis [1] Zorua (He definitely needs a fluffy friend to hold as a child) [2] Mimikyu (Living shadow pal in matching disguises) [3] Flygon (He got it as a trapinch below their floorboards) [4] Zekrom (This was probably hidden in the Batcave or deeper in the caves) [5] Iron Jugulis (This is definitely the sort of thing that'd be in Neo-Gotham) [6] Iron Treads (Look at it & look at Terry's batsuit, they can match together)

Tim Drake [1] Dragonair (Gifted by his bio-parents because appearances) [2] Milotic (Also given by the Drakes before they left again) [3] Duraludon (Mister CEO deserves a skyscraper dragon for intimidation) [4] Noctowl (Night owl to go vigilantying with him & tries to get him to sleep) [5] Iron Jugulis (Honestly he probably built it, let's be honest)

Duke Thomas [1] Kilowattrel (Glowy bird friend? Glowy bird friend.) [2] Murkrow (Shadowy bird friend? Shadowy bird friend.) [3] Watchog (A friend who goes on patrol & shines like he does) [4] Umbreon (He deserves a dog-cat to help with the trauma) [5] Dedenne (Another squishy friend who helps comfort him) [6] Chi-Yu (Look at this lil fire goldfish, he deserves a fire goldfish)

Cullen Row [1] Cubone (I mean just read the pokedex entry, enough said) [2] Pikachu (I just like to think he carries it around like a big cat) [3] Sobble (Sad friend bois who can both grow together) [4] Eevee (Fluffy fox-dog he plays fetch with as he deserves) [5] Flamigo (It just sort of followed him home & is overprotective now)

Damian Al Ghul [1] Gliscor (Poisonous scorpion bat friend given by his mom probably) [2] Skarmory (Blade bird also trained to be an assassin of sorts) [3] Pawniard (Another blade friend but also a pawn like he was to Ras) [4] Aegislash (A literal blade friend who he can use as a sword) [5] Ceruledge (Ghost knight buddy for the son of the dark knight) [6] Paldean Tauros (BatcowBatcowBatcowBatcowBatcow) [7] Spearow (Angry baby bird to go with an angry baby vigilante) [8] Arcanine (TitusTitusTitusTitus) [9] Poochyena (Tiny puppy that Titus brought back during fetch) [10] Dreepy (Gift from Bruce who got his own dreepy from Alfred as a kid) [11] Ralts (Emotion sensing friend to help him understand social rules) [12] Eternatus (Ever see Goliath, Damian's demon dragon-bat? This. This.)

Mathew McGinnis [1] Murkrow (They're probably everywhere in Neo-Gotham) [2] Iron Moth () [3] Orange Minior () [4] Galarian Farfetch'd () [5] Pupitar ()

Jarro the Starro [1] Starmie (Starfish friends, it likes to hold him on top of its head) [2] Ditto (tiny squishy vigilante pals who are the same size as a batarang) [3] Orthworm (The biggest friend he can ride on the head of) [4] Wishiwashi (Big swarm of friends who can get big like the Starros) [5] Espeon (Psychic cat friend befriends psychic starfish) [6] Tangela (I just think the vibes would fit)

#Let's be honest with the big yard & forest area his property is probably full of half-wild pokemon like some sort of nature reserve lol #Honestly with them dipping into the timeline a few times is probably how they got Hisuian pokemon #Plus Terry + Mathew is from another timeline way in the future so that's probably how they got things like the future paradox pokemon #And we know there's things like islands with dinosaurs in the DC universe so that's probably how they got things like the past paradox ones #pokemon #dcu #batman au #pokemon au #dc x pokemon #Remind me to reblog with pictures of the pokemon later #bruce wayne #batfam #alfred pennyworth #batman #jason todd #cassandra cain #dick grayson #barbara gordon #harper row #cullen row #duke thomas #damian al ghul #stephanie brown #tim drake #terry mcginnis #mathew mcginnis #jarro the starro #jarro #I definitely missed some people lol

52 notes · View notes