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theniftycat · 1 year ago
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This is one of those dance parties in hell. Tell me I'm wrong.
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inhonoredglory · 1 year ago
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Aziraphale’s Choice, the Job Connection, and Michael Sheen’s Morality
Update: Michael Sheen liked this post on Twitter, so I'm fairly certain there is a lot of validity to it.
I’ve had time to process Aziraphale’s choice at the end of Season 2. And I think only blaming the religious trauma misses something important in Aziraphale’s character. I think what happened was also Aziraphale’s own conscious choice––as a growth from his trauma, in fact. Hear me out.
Since November 2022 I’ve been haunted by something Michael Sheen said at the MCM London Comic Con. At the Q&A, someone asked him about which fantasy creature he enjoyed playing most and Michael (bless him, truly) veered on a tangent about angels and goodness and how, specifically,
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We as a society tend to sort of undervalue goodness. It’s sort of seen as sort of somehow weak and a bit nimby and “oh it’s nice.” And I think to be good takes enormous reserves of courage and stamina. I mean, you have to look the dark in the face to be truly good and to be truly of the light…. The idea that goodness is somehow lesser and less interesting and not as kind of muscular and as passionate and as fierce as evil somehow and darkness, I think is nonsense. The idea of being able to portray an angel, a being of love. I love seeing the things people have put online about angels being ferocious creatures, and I love that. I think that’s a really good representation of what goodness can be, what it should be, I suppose.
I was looking forward to BAMF!Aziraphale all season long, and I think that’s what we got in the end. Remember Neil said that the Job minisode was important for Aziraphale’s story. Remember how Aziraphale sat on that rock and reconciled to himself that he MUST go to Hell, because he lied and thwarted the will of God. He believed that––truly, honestly, with the faith of a child, but the bravery of a soldier.
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Aziraphale, a being of love with more goodness than all of Heaven combined, believed he needed to walk through the Gates of Hell because it was the Right Thing to do. (Like Job, he didn’t understand his sin but believed he needed to sacrifice his happiness to do the Right Thing.)
That’s why we saw Aziraphale as a soldier this season: the bookshop battle, the halo. But yes, the ending as well.
Because Aziraphale never wanted to go to Heaven, and he never wanted to go there without Crowley.
But it was Crowley who taught him that he could, even SHOULD, act when his moral heart told him something was wrong. While Crowley was willing to run away and let the world burn, it was Aziraphale (in that bandstand at the end of the world) who stood his ground and said No. We can make a difference. We can save everyone.
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And Aziraphale knew he could not give up the ace up his sleeve (his position as an angel) to talk to God and make them see the truth in his heart.
I was messed up by Ineffable Bureaucracy (Boxfly) getting their happy ending when our Ineffable Husbands didn’t, but I see now that them running away served to prove something to Aziraphale. (And I am fully convinced that Gabriel and Beelzebub saw the example of the Ineffables at the Not-pocalypse and took inspiration from them for choosing to ditch their respective sides)
But my point is that Aziraphale saw them, and in some ways, they looked like him and Crowley. And he saw how Gabriel, the biggest bully in Heaven, was also like him in a way (a being capable of love) and also just a child when he wasn’t influenced by the poison of Heaven. Muriel, too, wasn’t a bad person. The Metatron also seemed to have grown more flexible with his morality (from Aziraphale's perspective). Like Earth, Heaven was shades of (light?) gray.
Aziraphale is too good an angel not to believe in hope. Or forgiveness (something he’s very good at it).
Aziraphale has been scarred by Heaven all his life. But with the cracks in Heaven’s armor (cracks he and Crowley helped create), Aziraphale is seeing something else. A chance to change them. They did terrible things to him, but he is better than them, and because of Crowley, he feels ready to face them.
(Will it work? Can Heaven change, institutionally? Probably not, but I can't blame Aziraphale for trying.)
At the cafe, the Metatron said something big was coming in the Great Plan. Aziraphale knows how trapped he had felt when he didn’t have God’s ear the first time something huge happened in the Big Plan. He can’t take a chance again to risk the world by not having a foot in the door of Heaven. That’s why we saw individual human deaths (or the threat of death) so much more this season: Elspeth, Wee Morag, Job’s children, the 1940s magician. Aziraphale almost killed a child when he couldn’t get through to God, and he’s not going through that again.
“We could make a difference.” We could save everyone.
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Remember what Michael Sheen said about courage and doing good––and having to “look the dark in the face to be truly good.” That’s what happened when Aziraphale was willing to go to Hell for his actions. That’s what happened when he decided he had to go to Heaven, where he had been abused and belittled and made to feel small. He decided to willingly go into the Lion’s Den, to face his abusers and his anxiety, to make them better so that they would not try to destroy the world again.
Him, just one angel. He needed Crowley to be there with him, to help him be brave, to ask the questions that Heaven needed to hear, to tell them God was wrong. Crowley is the inspiration that drives Aziraphale’s change, Crowley is the engine that fuels Aziraphale’s courage.
But then Crowley tells him that going to Heaven is stupid. That they don’t need Heaven. And he’s right. Aziraphale knows he’s right.
Aziraphale doesn’t need Heaven; Heaven needs him. They just don’t know how much they need him, or how much humanity needs him there, too. (If everyone who ran for office was corrupt, how can the system change?)
Terry Pratchett (in the Discworld book, Small Gods) is scathing of God, organized religion, and the corrupt people religion empowers, but he is sympathetic to the individual who has real, pure faith and a good heart. In fact, the everyman protagonist of Small Gods is a better person than the god he serves, and in the end, he ends up changing the church to be better, more open-minded, and more humanist than god could ever do alone.
Aziraphale is willing to go to the darkest places to do the Right Thing, and Heaven is no exception. When Crowley says that Heaven is toxic, that’s exactly why Aziraphale knows he needs to go there. “You’re exactly is different from my exactly.”
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In the aftermath of Trump's election in the US, Brexit happened in 2018. Michael Sheen felt compelled to figure out what was going on in his country after this shock. But he was living in Los Angeles with Sarah Silverman at the time, and she also wanted to become more politically active in the US.
Sheen: “I felt a responsibility to do something, but it [meant] coming back [to Britain] – which was difficult for us, because we were very important to each other. But we both acknowledge that each of us had to do what we needed to do.” In the end, they split up and Michael moved back to the UK.
Sometimes doing the Right Thing means sacrificing your own happiness. Sometimes it means going to Hell. Sometimes it means going to Heaven. Sometimes it means losing a relationship.
And that’s why what happened in the end was so difficult for Aziraphale. Because he loves Crowley desperately. He wants to be together. He wanted that kiss for thousands of years. He knows that taking command of Heaven means they would never again have to bow to the demands of a God they couldn’t understand, or run from a Hell who still came after them. They could change the rules of the game.
And he’s still going to do that. But it hurts him that he has to do that alone.
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neil-gaiman · 2 years ago
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Hi, Neil! You've mentioned that Brian May was initially reluctant to give you permission to use Queen's music in the miniseries (because of competition with the Bohemian Rhapsody film, I think?) but I don't remember you ever telling us why he finally relented. Unless it involves a secret phrase not unlike why the sheep finally obeyed Babe the pig, how did you get him to change his mind?
He wouldn't let us use Queen when we did the BBC Radio 4 adaptation. He was concerned that people might think that Queen was being made fun of, or that Queen was being seen as something old-fashioned or something. For Good Omens the TV show I wrote him a letter, which said...
Dear Brian
Terry Pratchett and I had a private joke, back in the 80s, that any cassette in your car would eventually turn into Queen's Greatest Hits. We put the joke into our cowritten novel GOOD OMENS, and wove a certain amount of Queen magic through the book. Done because, pretty obviously, we love Queen. The book went on to sell enormous numbers over the years, and whenever two Good Omens fans got together, they would talk about Queen.
I know that when Dirk Maggs approached you when he did the Radio 4 adaptation of GOOD OMENS, you were wary about getting involved, due to concerns about, well cassettes, and the possibility of it positioning Queen in people's minds as something old fashioned or silly.
Which, I thought, when Dirk told me about it, was fair enough.
I've now spent the better part of the last four years writing scripts for, and shooting, a TV adaptation of GOOD OMENS. It stars Michael Sheen, David Tennant, Miranda Richardson, Adria Arjana, Michael McKean, Derek Jacobi, Jon Hamm, Nick Offerman, and lots of other amazing people, and it will be narrated by Frances McDormand. It is directed by Emmy-award-winning Douglas Mackinnon. 
Douglas loves Queen. I love Queen. David Arnold loves Queen.
And the millions upon millions of Good Omens fans around the world love Queen too. So we have put various moments in there just for them (including a brass band playing "Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon"). We want Queen music to comment on the action.
The show will come out from Amazon, and then from the BBC, next year. This year we are in post-production.
We'd love to show you some of what we've got. We'd love to pick your brains and to get your take on what we're doing. To find out if there's a way we can include you, or just brief you on what we've planned so far.
And Brian cheerfully apologised for having said no before, and said yes.
(Queen didn't want us to use the song Bohemian Rhapsody initially, because of concerns about the movie, but after a while they were happy even with that.)
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andiethewhovian · 5 months ago
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This goes out to the Good Omens Fandom, and it applies to other fandoms as well:
1. Respect other fans, the actors, the writers, the artists, and anyone working on the book/comic/show/film/genre!
2. Quit asking questions about Good Omens Season 3 until after it is finished being filmed, and when asking questions, don’t ask “Spoiler” questions. It puts everyone in a terrible position.
3. Remember what happened to X-Men Origins: Wolverine and Marvel’s Avengers: Infinity Wars, well, if no one wants a repeat of that, then don’t ask “Spoiler” questions and/or leak anything from the book/comic/show/film/genre. Anyone working on certain shows and/or films have to sign NDAs or Non-Disclosure Agreements, and they can’t really say anything until after the release of said show and/or film, so please respect that!
4. Yes, I heard about that fan who asked David Tennant that question about Good Omens at that convention in Dallas, Texas, and I know about the aftermath from it, and that’s why I am posting this because that fan put David Tennant in an awkward situation by doing that. Also, note: Never record or film anyone without their permission or consent because yes, that is a violation of their privacy.
5. If certain fans need to distract themselves from other shows and/or films while waiting for the next season and/or episode and/or film, then books, magazines, comics, podcasts, fanfics, music, other shows, other movies, films, walking, running, dancing, playing games, playing sports, knitting, drawing, writing, and other various hobbies are available. I love to read, walk, sing, watch various shows and films, and listen to music, when I’m not working at my full time job.
6. This is a shout out to Neil Gaiman, David Tennant, Michael Sheen, and everyone working on Good Omens: Thank you all for everything that you all are doing with Good Omens! Keep up the good work, and I apologize for the fans who aren’t behaving themselves. I know you all are working very hard on the show, and I personally appreciate everything you all do!
7. Lastly, don’t be that fan who ruins a great thing for everyone else! The people working on your favorite book/comic/show/film/genre are doing it as a courtesy and gift for the fans who love those books/comics/shows/films/genres. Respect their time and their talents. They don’t have to do anything for the fans if they don’t want to, but if you all want those people who work on your favorite books/comics/shows/films/genres to continue to do so, then please respect them and their time and their talents!
Thank you!
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reloha · 1 year ago
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Jacobi and McKellen as grand marshals of New York City's 2015 pride march.
All Good Omens (show) fans will know Derek Jacobi as the Metatron. His brief role on Doctor Who is also getting a lot of mention in recent posts, but I'm not going to talk about any of that.
Like his Vicious co-star Ian McKellen, Jacobi has had a long and illustrious career in theatre, television, and film. McKellen and Jacobi met when they were at Cambridge.
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I'm not a huge fan of the Daily Mail, but this article, an interview with the two actors, is quite interesting. I'll just quote this part:
Jacobi says he came out to his mother when he was at university. ‘She said, “All young men, go through this phase, don’t worry.” I remember saying, “Don’t tell Dad.”’ He doesn’t know to this day if she did. ‘I think she did, but I don’t know. But they were wonderful, my parents, not much was said but they kind of knew, they got it.’
McKellen hasn’t heard his friend talk of this before. ‘That’s the first time I’ve heard that,’ he says, genuinely moved. ‘I never came out to my family. Biggest regret of my life.’ It turns out he didn’t even come out to Derek at university, even though it’s always been reported that he had something of a crush on him. 
‘Yes, I did fancy Derek, but I didn’t act on it, God, no. It was illegal, remember. I do get on my high horse about it, because it was so difficult. There were no gay clubs you could go to. No gay bars, no gay newspaper, nothing. What there was was a bit sleazy, I suspect. One of the reasons I became an actor was that you could meet gay people. Even then everything was difficult. When you went to America they asked, “Are you now, or have you ever been, homosexual?” I lied on the form. It was a different world.’
I want to talk about Vicious for a bit, the ITV britcom in which Derek Jacobi and Ian McKellen play an aging gay couple, (respectively) a homemaker, Stuart Bixby, and an actor, Freddie Thornhill, for fourteen episodes.
Freddie (McKellen) tells Stuart (Jacobi) about a part he's hoping to get.
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I had to add these for the Broadchurch reference.
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It's a law that British actors of a certain age play this part.
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I couldn't find one with Michael Sheen and the skull, but here he is in the role.
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McKellen did the part again at 81 in an age-blind production.
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Jacobi's big breakout was the titular role in I, Claudius on the BBC in 1976.
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In the '90s, Jacobi played amateur sleuth and 12th century monk, Brother Cadfael on the ITV series.
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I had watched some of Vicious before, but, spurred on by Jacobi's reappearance on Good Omens, looked for it again and watched both seasons a couple of weeks ago. Because I love a good fancast and Jacobi and Sheen (at least as Aziraphale) remind me a little of each other, I couldn't help but think that Jacobi and McKellen in their youth could have played a version of Aziraphale and Crowley. (There have been a couple of posts noting this about Jacobi, and that he might have been up for the part if it had been done soon after the book came out.)
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Jacobi, left, and McKellen, right (obviously).
I also think that Tennant and Sheen could have pulled off playing Freddie and Stuart in a flashback.
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An even younger version of Freddie and Stuart does appear in the series, however, played by Luke Treadaway and Samuel Barnett.
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Also good casting! They do a great job playing McKellen and Jacobi playing Freddie and Stuart.
Shoutout to this post by @ember-knights, that suggested Good Omens fans should check out Vicious for a glimpse of what life in the South Downs cottage might be. And also to other posts mentioning Vicious and Good Omens in the same breath, as well as comparing Sheen and Tennant to Jacobi and McKellen (which I probably reblogged but can't find right now).
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Cast of Vicious: Frances de la Tour, Iwan Rheon, Philip Voss, Ian McKellen, Derek Jacobi, Marcia Warren (Wikipedia). (Yes, the upstairs neighbor (Rheon) does go on to play Ramsay Bolton on Game of Thrones. He's a sweetheart in this, though.)
Now, I don't think Crowley and Aziraphale are the same as Freddie and Stuart, by any means. Freddie and Stuart say quite cruel things to each other. The characters become deeper in the second season; it’s a little sweeter than the first. I enjoy the bitterness of the first season too, though. It is funny, and Good Omens fans may enjoy watching it if only to see Derek Jacobi (who plays the Metatron) in a comedy role and a role that's sympathetic, especially if they are not familiar with his large and impressive body of work.
I don't think Aziraphale and Crowley's life in the bookshop as a couple, not just a group of two, or life on the South Downs, would be exactly like this, but there are somehow some similarities that I don't even know how to begin to pinpoint or explicate.
Crowley and Aziraphale’s affection is always so palpable and that’s not always clear with Freddie and Stuart. Crowley and Aziraphale are so loving that, even when they're bickering, it's joyful, even when they're arguing, even when they're coming apart (temporarily) at the seams, their love is undeniable. I don’t even think their breakup was toxic; although they were desperate at that point and hurt each other badly, it wasn't what they wanted. Sometimes it's that way.
And, lest I'm putting you off Vicious here, the Ineffable Husbands are a high bar as love stories go, but you will get to see some love and affection between Freddie and Stuart too, and I'd really love to see these actors work together more. (I am happy with how the show ends up, by the way.)
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Toodle-loo! Hope everything is tickety-boo with you.
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blasphemecel · 8 months ago
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Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness — Food Analogy
PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader/Alexis Ness WORD COUNT: 3.3k TYPE: Humor, Bad Flirting (it's never been worse), Rivalry WARNING(S): Canon-typical football derangement, tw Kaiser, tw Ness, tw Y/n 💀 NOTE: This is the Dog Walking origin story does anyone remember me hi?
Believe it or not, Isagi never took you for a nutcase. Can your words sometimes be a bit absurd in nature? Over the top, maybe? Yes, but the environment you’re in is easy to blame. Otherwise, you’re a respectable individual, if not aloof, always keeping a certain distance from everyone else.
This is all to say, there is no way Isagi could’ve anticipated the utter nightmare he is in the middle of right now. If there was, he would’ve ran away the moment he heard your footsteps approaching after Kaiser blocked his shot and gave him that shitty speech.
You seem to have witnessed the whole thing, and with Kaiser gone, you wrap an arm around Isagi’s shoulders. “Do you know what he said to you?”
“In German?” asks Isagi, confused. “No.”
“What’s so special about you that one of the New Gen World XI players is picking a fight with you, huh? Because it was the last goal? He didn’t even glance at me and I finished the course before you.” Your eyes narrow at him with easy, second-nature condescension. It’s the first time you’ve hurled such provocations his way. “You’re always hogging the spotlight, you know?”
Isagi huffs, annoyed by your attitude. “Try harder in the next match, then. I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ll devour you either way.”
“Stop telling people you’re gonna devour them, you cannibal. It’s so tasteless.” You click your tongue, bemused by his lack of style — no wonder you get along with Aryu — and then you gesture at Ness and Kaiser in the distance. “Look at him. He even has a servant. It’s not fair. I want someone to do my bidding!”
“Why are you acting so childish right now?”
You push him off of you like you weren’t the one who got so close to him in the first place, then stalk up to Kaiser and Ness with the confidence of someone on a mission. At this point, Isagi knows he should look away, and yet his attention is glued to whatever is about to ensue like he’s a spectator of a car crash.
Ness offers you a fake smile and reaches out to hand you the same translation gadget he’d given Isagi earlier, but, of course, because you’re insane, you decide the most appropriate course of action is to take out one of his and shove it in your ear. He blinks.
“You seem vulnerable and easy to boss around,” you say. Wow, what a first impression. Ness’s smile slips. “I’m looking for a henchman or a goon or something similar. Are you interested?” Then you address Kaiser. “That was a cute little show you put on for Isagi. For how long did you practice it?”
“It was improvised,” he lies.
“Sure it was.”
“Who the hell are you?” Kaiser shoos you away with a wave of his hand. “Third rate actor trying to intrude on my stage. Bo-ring.”
Isagi cannot discern if Kaiser doesn’t recognize you from the U-20 match for real or if he’s just pretending in order to insult you, but his best guess is that you’re going to make him… very aware of your identity after this.
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This is, perhaps, the most insulting thing to ever happen to Isagi.
The field falls into a conclusive silence, everyone still lingering by whatever spot they’d been in during the game before it finished. Isagi knows he’s staring at you like a serial killer, eyes drilling holes into your side profile with utmost offense. The football-induced neurosis he usually gets lost in while playing is yet to wear off, which is probably why he’s taking this to heart.
Without a doubt, you were ahead of him at least in the final moment, despite failing to stand out for the rest of the match. You’d predicted he wouldn’t cave in and pass to Kaiser and got in range, jumping in between them out of nowhere, stealing what was supposed to be Kunigami’s goal.
Though what made your outplaying him so galling is that it was all a way of picking a fight with fucking Kaiser. Not even with him, but with Kaiser. His act of relenting — of not trying to score on his own because of concepts like rationality and recognizing limits — became an instrument in this stupid fight you’ve been picking.
Then Isagi watches you figuratively spit in Kaiser’s face because, of course, your obnoxious ass can’t just win and leave it at that. No, unnecessary amounts of gloating seem to be what you run on, and now you grab Kaiser by the chin and mock his introduction, “On your knees, Bastard München.”
This is the worst transgression of Kaiser’s life. You’ve addressed him like he is a dull, unnoteworthy part of a collective, not even bothering to say his name while sporting the shittiest sneer he has ever seen. He’s pissed, and all he can do is stare in confusion. Despite his long going career as an instigator, this response (to his general existence and demeanor) is still somehow unique and, worse, effective.
When you let go of him, you withdraw your fingers from his face like he’s dirty. You shrug, then raise your hands in the air in a victorious manner, and you look happier than Isagi has ever seen you before. “Ta da. All eyes on me.”
But the shitshow doesn’t appear to be anywhere near over because while everyone else is frozen, you’re approaching him now, unperturbed by the attention you’re receiving as if it’s your birthright. Like you were made for the spotlight.
“Isagi, didn’t you say you were going to ‘devour’ me?” you ask once you’re right in front of him, your exterior growing more complacent by the minute. “Didn’t you challenge me? Seems to me like I’m too big for you to chew.”
If nothing else, though, unbeknownst to himself, Isagi, too, is insane. He has unreasonable amounts of determination and loves when things get difficult just so he can chase the satisfaction of overcoming them, among his other eccentricities. “This was just one match. We’re one for one now. I’ll defeat all of-”
“What are you two doing?!” Ness asks through a tight, passive aggressive smile. You hadn’t noticed him closing in on you, too high on your own power trip. He grabs you both, one shoulder in each hand, and squeezes with a death grip. “Do you think this is your show? This is Kaiser’s team, not the figure-out-which-good-for-nothing-is-slightly-better team. Either behave and follow the rules, or face the consequences.”
“Good for nothing? Shut up, little midfielder, you’re too scared to stand on your own feet, so you have to degrade yourself as Kaiser’s boytoy instead. I guess his shadow is a comfortable spot to hide in with how enormous his head is,” Isagi says. His tone is so matter of fact, it leaves minimal room for argument.
“He’s good, though. I can see potential in him to be almost as good as Sae. I want you to pass to me, too, Ness. Right? You can emphasize my star qualities with yours, can’t you, Ness? I can shine on you. It’s fine by me.”
It’s like two predatory animals are staring him down, trying to gauge his taste through smell alone — you with your fake innocent, curious expression, and Isagi, who doesn’t seem to realize he spewed vitriolic insults with the nonchalance of a weather cast announcement.
For sure both of you would’ve gotten a broken ankle each the way Ness is gritting his teeth right now, but emerging out of his stupor, Kaiser intervenes. And when Kaiser speaks, he commands Ness’s full attention, rendering him speechless. He pushes Ness out of the way, deeming this a fitting way to insert himself in the conversation. Then he looks you in the eyes with a… smirk? Isagi was hoping his dolour would last a little longer. “I figured out what your role is.”
“I’m not interested in starring in movies made by incompetent directors.”
“You’re going to be my love interest,” declares Kaiser, not at all fazed by your dismissal. “I’m not that bad,” he continues, because naturally, nice people always have to declare themselves as such. “I can recognize when someone has skills. You’re my darling in distress, and I need to save you from the peasantry of Blue Lock, so your talent can flourish. That’s your role.”
You continue observing him with mild amusement like what he told you was normal. Meanwhile, Isagi is wondering if your stunt earlier gave Kaiser whiplash or vertigo or something. Maybe he went and snapped. Clearly, these aren’t words coming from a sound mind.
Even Ness, who at this point should to some degree expect Kaiser to be deranged, gasps. Whether at his audacity or lack of shame, it’s not clear.
“How unoriginal. Think of a better one.” You shoo him to decline the proposal. “Besides, you already know I’m more interested in your lapdog.”
“What?!” Ness calls out, now moving onto being offended. “Are you rejecting Kaiser? And you- me?! What?!”
Isagi’s entire face scrunches. Did this man seriously not even flinch after getting called a lapdog?
Apparently no longer finding this conversation a proper source of entertainment, you wave them off dismissively and walk away without sparing them a second glance. Isagi watches as Kaiser stares creepily at your retreating silhouette with this little infatuated(?) smile on his face.
What is this lunatic so happy about, anyway? Does he even realize he was the perpetrator of his own public humiliation ritual? Leave it to Kaiser not to understand that he embarrassed himself.
Ness runs after you, yelling objections, but at this point Isagi isn’t even listening. He doesn’t want to listen. Neither are you, if the way you’re picking your ear and not responding to him while ducking out of his way is anything to go by.
After everything cools down a little and everyone has scattered about, Bachira inches towards Isagi. Easy-going as ever, hands interlocked behind his head, he says, “You’re all psychos on your team, huh? Must be fun.”
Oh… Yes, Bachira witnessed all that… Everyone did. Isagi almost forgot. The vortex of the utter absurdity of this situation sucked him in for a second there.
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Isagi doesn’t even bother removing his sweaty uniform before he approaches you, looking all determined. He can’t get it out of his head… Did you read him? Or was it a guess? You got there too fast, as if you foresaw what he was about to do before he even decided it. “How did you know I was going to pass to Kunigami?”
“Isagi, don’t ask me narrow-minded questions. We just had a match and I need to revitalize myself,” you tell him as if what you’re saying makes perfect sense. It’s like you make it a point to phrase everything in the oddest way possible.
“Narrow-minded? Could you stop being a pain in the ass and answer me?”
“Well, you weren’t about to pass to Kaiser, and you used to be buddies with the ginger. So, pray tell, where else could the ball go?”
Surely, it wasn’t as predictable as you’re making it out to be?
“You could’ve collided with them, lost your starter spot and cost us the game without even touching the ball. It wasn’t worth the risk.” Isagi isn’t really sure why he’s even saying this. It paid off for you, but he needs to understand the intricacies of all the ways his rivals are ahead of him just so he can overthrow them. You’re another mark on his football hit list.
“Since when are you so trifling? You’re losing me more and more by the minute here.”
“What are you even on about?”
“I’m a striker. I’m sublime. I score. And you’re asking me why I chose to score?”
Isagi tries to glean some hidden wisdom from this statement — there is none — but before he can at least offer a response, Yukimiya intrudes on your conversation by talking about something wholly irrelevant.
Yukimiya berates him. You fade into the background of this conflict, observing, while everyone else makes an attempt to de-escalate the argument. To make matters worse, Kaiser makes an obnoxious entrance and delivers a useless speech about how you all better follow him and blah, blah, blah.
“What a stupid thing to say,” you point out, taking a step forward as if to challenge him. Isagi doesn’t like that he has to bear witness to you and Kaiser making eye contact again. “We’re in Blue Lock. Would the world’s best settle for just surviving?”
“None of you will be the world’s best and I’m here to show you. By the way, I meant what I told you earlier. Don’t go fading into obscurity following the wrong king. I really can’t stand it when someone doesn’t know how to use their talent, and your talent would make a good accessory to mine.”
“The only king I obey is my desire.”
“You say that now, but I’ll get you in the end.”
“Did you walk in here half naked to try and seduce me? You jezebel…”
Isagi makes the wise decision to tune out the rest of your bickering with Kaiser for the sake of his ears and mental clarity. Still, he can tell there is something here which is evading him. If he can identify everyone’s priorities — Kaiser’s need to live out his emperor fantasy, and your hedonism, and Yukimiya’s dedication to his ideals — can he use this knowledge to his advantage and come out on top?
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You’re fighting with Kaiser again. It’s not real fighting, though, is it? Isagi has become well-acquainted with all sorts of depravity since the beginning of his stay at Blue Lock — most often had been the victim of it, even — so he can recognize it with ease. Because of this, he pays you minimal attention during the unfortunate moment when he needs to waltz by.
But the next display of obscenity, he truly does not anticipate. He turns around the corner of the hallway on the way back to his room, and what does he realize he’s seeing? Ness peeking his head out from behind the corner to watch you go at it from a distance, that’s what. Why is he even doing this? He’s always doting on Kaiser, so it’s not like it’d be weird if he was there, up close and personal. He’s literally making it stranger than it needs to be.
“What are you doing?” Isagi blurts out, before he can think better of asking.
Ness startles. Apparently he’s been focusing so intensely on… observing you and Kaiser, he didn’t register someone passing by a few inches away from him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before eventually coming up with, “I, uh… Um, I- I… Uh.”
Isagi almost lets it go, but then Ness says,
“Everyone has their… interests and passions, so… You can’t judge me.”
“Wait, this is an interest and a passion to you?”
“Um, I, uh.” Ness’s face contorts into that reflexive creepy smile Isagi has come to expect of him. “Yes. Now go away, you’re interrupting me.” Oh no, he’s becoming confident in his… Whatever this is.
Isagi exits the vicinity with an unnecessary amount of caution. He can’t tell if the feeling of someone’s gaze burning his back is just paranoia on his part.
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Today’s bullshit: another one of your arguments is unfolding, and this time, Isagi doesn’t have the choice to feign ignorance. You’re supposed to be splitting up in two for a practice match. Obviously this devolved into an inane dispute about who the biggest hotshot is. Isagi, holding the glorious title of ‘captain of Team B,’ tries to follow the plot of this whole thing. Mainly to figure out a way to make you and Kaiser shut up and get on with the game already because your voices now automatically register as a cacophony in his head.
“I’m not going on your team unless I get to be the captain,” you say. “And Ness passes to me.”
“I won’t play midfielder if you’re center forward!” Ness protests.
“Come on. We’d be a hit together. Stop pretending.”
“You’re putting yourself on quite the high pedestal there,” Kaiser says. “Is the altitude messing with your head? Don’t give yourself vertigo now.”
“If you died on the field, I’d do a penalty kick while standing on your corpse.”
Leave it to you to escalate things for the sake of getting a reaction out of Ness. He shakes you by the shoulders back and forth while yelling something unintelligible as Kaiser snickers, maybe finding this to be an amusing or god forbid romantic mental image.
Why are they acting like children? Isagi holds back an audible groan or perhaps an onslaught of derogatory words. He’s not sure how to solve this, though. You’ve been going in circles for a few minutes now, and Kaiser got mad when you said you’d be on Isagi’s team, and Isagi got mad when you tried to steal his aforementioned prestigious title, too.
The debate of who the superior striker is — objectively it’s Kaiser, but Isagi admires your dedication to your delusions in the face of Ness’s sectarian wrath — continues. Then, it happens. Something awful to honor your skills.
“What did you call it, Yoichi? Devouring?” asks Kaiser, before turning his attention back to you, sly smile on his annoying face and all. Then he puts his stupid hand over your loony head and pushes it aside, giving a good view of your neck. “I think in that case, I might want to take a bite out of you.”
What…
Oh my god, Isagi thinks, stomach churning, and truly, he might vomit. The state of affairs has never been more dire than this. No way that demented freak just did this without any shame?!
You open your dumb mouth, probably to respond with a snarky remark (which will inevitably somehow make this ten times more inappropriate). Isagi won’t stand for this.
Interrupting you before you’ve even begun speaking, he points an accusatory finger at Kaiser first. “You’re a pervert. Not only are you a pervert, but you’re doing it right in front of everyone. All the time! What’s wrong with you?”
He stares at Isagi incredulously. “What?”
Next, you enter the line of fire. “And you try to provoke him into doing things like this on purpose! Just so you can embarrass him! You’re a pervert in a much more pretentious and obnoxious way. You’re enjoying this!”
“What the fuck,” you blurt out. This is the first time he’s heard you sound defensive. “No, I’m not. We aren’t doing anything.”
“Yeah, we aren’t doing anything,” Kaiser agrees. “Fuck off, Yoichi.”
Isagi ignores these protests. They’re futile, anyway. He knows he’s right. Even if he isn’t, all of you deserve this slander in his opinion. For a moment, Ness makes the mistake of assuming he’s been spared, but, “You’re the worst, though. You like it when they fight over you. You have no self-respect.”
“Wh- What?! But I didn’t even do anything!”
“Yeah, that’s the thing, suck-off.” Isagi grabs him by the wrist and tugs him over to his side, apparently having decided this is the answer. “You’re going to be on my team.” Then he glances at the two of you, and that part of his brain which he tries to ignore when he’s not on the field sends a spark of joy and satisfaction coursing through his veins at the unadulterated indignation on your faces. “Deal with each other, yeah? Since you’re so inseparable.”
Noa tells everyone to hurry up, and the rest of the spectators mutter in agreement before Ness can even regain his senses and put up a fight. His eyes are wide and glossy, his jaw is hanging, and he is looking at Kaiser and then at you and then back at Kaiser with the sadness of a character in a Shakespearean play.
Kaiser looks like he is about to pop several blood vessels.
You huff, cross your arms, and pout. Why does Isagi always win?!
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Thyere so embarrassing omfg im laugihing so hard
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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year ago
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Teen MC: Uncle Luke! *hugging him*
Luke: Eh—
Simeon: *chuckles* Sorry, Luke. I think you weren't expecting that they would be a little bit taller than you.
Luke: Yes... Why does everyone have to be so tall...
Teen MC: Now that Uncle has mentioned that. *looking at him*
Teen MC: You're as short as I remembered. Do you never grow?
Luke: *blushes in embarrassment* H-Hey! Of course I will grow! *pouts*
Teen MC: Are you... sure?
Luke: *tries to sound stern* MC, I'm still your uncle.
Teen MC: ...
Teen MC: How tall are you exactly, Uncle?
Luke: MC!
Simeon: *chuckles* MC, stop teasing your Uncle Luke.
Luke: Hmph! I know you're making fun of me too, Simeon!
Simeon: Oh. I would never do that.
Teen MC: He certainly does.
Simeon: Hehe.
Luke: *pouts even more*
Teen MC: I'll help you carry your luggage, Uncle.
Luke: Thanks...
Simeon: MC? Can Papa ask you to prepare some drinks and snacks for us?
Teen MC: *nods* Yes. But Pa? Don't forget your doctor's appointment this afternoon.
Simeon: *smiles* Of course. Thank you for reminding me.
Simeon and Luke: *watch MC as they carry the luggage and goes to the room Luke is going to occupy*
Luke: ...
Luke: Simeon?
Simeon: Yes?
Luke: Why do you have a doctor's appointment?
Simeon: Oh. I've been having backpains lately. *chuckles* Maybe it's because I'm getting old and I'm starting to feel changes in my body.
Luke: Oh.
Luke: ...
Luke: Simeon, I know you've decided this a long time ago... But if given a chance, would you—
Simeon: No. I'm already satisfied with how things are.
Luke: I see. *smiles* I'm glad.
Satan: *helping MC to prepare snacks and drinks* How long is Luke going to stay here?
Teen MC: A few months. But I wish he would stay here for at least a year. I know how much he misses Papa.
Satan: ...
Satan: You should be cautious.
Teen MC: It'll be alright. I can trust uncle.
Satan: ...
Simeon: *showing his results to MC* See? Papa is completely healthy.
Teen MC: That's great, Pa.
Simeon: Does that mean we can go hiking? We can ask Luke and the others to join us.
Teen MC: Yes. But if I carry you, I'll carry you. No complaining.
Simeon: *sad frowns* However, Papa doesn't want to be a burden. *smiles* And I can still pull my weight.
Teen MC: It's not about pulling your own weight, Pa. I don't want you getting exhausted because of long walks.
Simeon: *chuckles* I can't argue with that.
Lucifer: *enters the room* Simeon? Barbatos would like to see you.
Simeon: Right now?
Lucifer: Yes.
Simeon: Okay. MC? Feel free to read any books you want. And oh! If you have any feedback, much better.
Teen MC: *nods*
Simeon: *smiles before leaving with Lucifer*
Teen MC: ...
Michael: ...
*One of MC's letters:
"I want to understand why my father turned into a human. Could it be because of me? If so, Uncle, please undo it or punish me in the same way."
Michael: ...
Michael: You're old enough to deserve a response.
Simeon: What is it, Barbatos?
Barbatos: ...
Barbatos: Have you noticed anything about your child?
Simeon: No. I would say everything seems normal. Why? Is there a problem?
Barbatos: I am not certain. Though I have a wild guess that your child is in contact with your former brother Michael.
Simeon: ...
Simeon: Why would MC communicate with him?
Barbatos: MC was just a child when you chose to be a human, Simeon. It might be that they're seeking for answers.
Simeon: ...
Simeon: Maybe I've been worrying my child without knowing.
Barbatos: ...
Barbatos: *smiles* Your child is just like you, Simeon. Worrying over something they have no control of.
Barbatos: However, that's not our concern right now.
Simeon: ...
Simeon: I'll try asking my child. They would never keep a secret from me.
Teen MC: ...
*Michael's letter to them:
"Your existence stems from a deeply regrettable act, one that is unacceptable for an angel.
That's the explanation I could only provide you."
Teen MC: ...
Teen MC: *sigh* What could that be...
Teen MC: *is thinking of asking Simeon but they're unsure if they should*
Teen MC: ...
Teen MC: It's not the time yet.
Teen MC: I want Papa to trust me that I would be able to handle everything.
Teen MC: A few more years should be enough.
Teen MC: ...
Teen MC: But if I fail to wait for an answer... I want to at least have enough wisdom to understand the situation.
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ingravinoveritas · 4 months ago
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martinsharmony replied to your post “Another tidbit from Rob Wilkins at Ineffable Con…”
!!! I did not know that David would not let go! WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS
@martinsharmony I don't think any of us knew! At least not besides the folks who attended Ineffable Con last year. I don't remember this ever being mentioned after the event, and I'm floored at how it somehow didn't come out until now.
And now I can't help thinking of what else we don't know about the kiss, even though so much of what we do know and have heard has already painted an incredible picture. This new information also has me thinking of Michael's comments on The Assembly with a fresh perspective...
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That maybe the reason Michael and David didn't talk about it beforehand was because there was so much emotion involved. Because they both knew exactly what to do to bring what was needed to that kiss, without saying a word. And that the reason they don't talk about it now is because they both already know exactly what it meant, to the characters and to themselves.
For my part, I would've thought for certain that it would be Michael who couldn't let go. But David. David is like the dark horse that no one ever saw coming...and yet somehow this feels so much like him, like what we have seen before with David more often expressing himself through actions than words. David, who very possibly knows too well what it's like to have such powerful feelings pent up for so long, feelings that he could only pour out into one beautiful, sorrowful, perfectly imperfect kiss.
And that also makes me think of something else David said about the kiss, about the most difficult part being other people's awkwardness. The kiss kept going and going, and David wouldn't let go, and maybe that's what others were seeing. The reason why he wouldn't let go. That there was something so deeply intimate happening between him and Michael--beyond the physical--and in that moment, there was no hiding it or disguising it or playing it off as a joke. Maybe David wouldn't let go because somewhere along the way, he stopped acting and started being, just the same way that Michael did five years ago with Aziraphale.
So yes, I am very much blown away by what we've learned today, almost exactly a year after seeing the kiss in GO 2. I can only imagine what we'll continue to find out in the weeks, months, and years ahead...
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bubblegumbarbie33 · 4 months ago
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The Lost Boys Using Slang From When I Headcanon They Got Turned
David, 1910's: This hunt is gonna be duck soup, don't worry about it. Marko's just being a goldbrick cause he doesn't want to deal with dumping the bodies. Yes- we DO have to dump the bodies Marko, remember that time in the 40's you ended up in the hoosegow because you ripped those honey-mooner's throats out and left the evidence behind? Oh, you wanna go, ya bimbo? Yeah, that's what I thought. You gotta quit letting me get on yer nerves ya crackpot.
Michael, leaning over whisper to Dwayne: What the fuck is he saying?
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Marko, 1930's: Ackamarackus! It's gonna be aces! Quite talking that booshwash and gimme a five-spot so I can nab us some rotgut from the convenience store. Don't be a tightwad, Paul, I know you've got some dough in your pockets. I can't just filch it from 'em, last time I did that the coppers got on my ass and I had to rip their throats out.
Michael, whispering softly to himself: What the fuck?
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Dwayne, 1950's: Well, half of the time Marko and Paul act like little ankle-biters. Somehow they always manage to feed girls on the boardwalk some smooth apple butter though. Although last time Paul got a little too excited and flashed his teeth- had those girls beating feet pretty quick. They had a bitchin' ride, really burned rubber on the way out, but we caught 'em. It should be easy for you to draw in the ladies Michael, you're a bit of dreamboat. Oh, don't have a cow David, no one's stealing him from you. Besides, Michael's a bit too nerdy to impress me. I mean it! Word from the bird!
Michael, mouthing silently: Word from the bird?
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Paul, 1970's: You're not gonna get all flower power on us, are you? I'm gonna be honest Michael, sometimes when we're rapping it gets a little too peace and lovey for my taste. Wait, hang on, I wanna listen to the lick in this song. There it is. You know, these guys are doing a gig up in L.A. later this year- I'm stoked. David thinks they're a little off the wall, but I just think they've got a certain X-Factor, y'know?
Michael, nodding: I can actually understand the words that are coming out of your mouth right now.
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Bonus, Star and Michael, 1980's:
Star: Ugh, bag your face Michael, you look like you just got hit by a truck.
Michael: I had to book it back here, alright, I didn't have time to clean up.
Star: That's cause you're turning into a total couch potato. You just lie on the ground after you eat- y'know it's just like a man-
Michael: Star, don't be a hoser alright, it's not because I'm a MAN-
Star: No, I'm being legit, like, I've been reading a lot of interesting literature about feminism and how woman are socialized-
Michael: Where are you getting books from?
Star: Dwayne has a library card. Y'know Santa Carla's got a primo library.
Michael: What- Oh, shit, some of that skater didn't go down right, I think I'm gonna ralph.
Star: Smooth move, Travolta. Ugh- dude, you puked on my shoes, what's your damage?
David and the boys, watching from the corner: Kids these days sound so weird.
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trigun-manga-overhaul · 1 year ago
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I've always been meaning to ask- It's generally known that Wolfwood has a Kansai dialect in the original Japanese, which you've chosen to localize in English, but what I'm curious about is: does Livio have any sort of dialect or accent in Japanese as well? It seems the way he speaks in your translation has a some of the same quirks as Wolfwood, so that really got me curious.
Hey there and thanks for the ask!
Yes, it is 100% clear in the Japanese text that Wolfwood speaks with a Kansai accent. I remember reading in an interview long ago that Nightow imagined this accent to be southern or very cowboy in English, but I do not have it on hand so I can't back it up. Either way, we decided to go with the southern twang for Wolfwood, to ensure that his distinct speech prevails.
Now, Livio is a very interesting one with his language, as it goes through a metamorphosis during the time he has in the manga. It changes a lot, and that goes hand in hand with his character arc.
The first very obvious change that happens to Livio's speech, is his move from very polite, controlled and submissive speech as we meet him. Obviously this reflects his position as a pawn to the Eye of Michael. The key factors in this are the lack of dialect and his usage of "私, Watashi" to refer to himself.
This changes as he becomes Razlo.
Razlo's speech is pretty distinct. No, he does not have a thick Kansai dialect like Wolfwood, but he does pronounce words in certain ways. His speech is the kind that Japanese people would describe as vulgar; low class, gang-like. Razlo is a punk in every sense of the word when it comes to how he talks, both in the pronouns used towards other character, always the most hostile ones you can pick, and always speaks in a disrespectful manner towards anyone who isn't Chapel. This is also where we see "俺, Ore" used towards himself, a pronoun considered rude, or very masculine, if not used casually with your close friends.
When Livio is finally freed from Chapel and the Eye of Michael, he transforms more into his true self. He begins to use "俺, Ore" towards himself, his speech becomes more casual, occasionally playful, but also with some force. This is where it gets interesting.
Livio's speech pattern is reminiscent of the Japanese masculine stereotype of the Kyushu Danji, the macho man, or as would be perceived in the West, a core picture of toxic masculinity. However, since this is Nightow we're talking about, the idea is turned on its head.
Livio, despite being portrayed as a big, muscly, tough guy in almost every way he can be, is instead called Crybaby Livio. His emotions are on the outside, he's gentle, loving, and polite towards women. He even tries to imitate Meryl's very proper speech when he meets her, wanting to be respectful. He is everything that a Kyushu Danji isn't, yet speaks a lot like such a person when it comes to the patterns of his speech.
On the topic of this trope; Wolfwood tries his hardest to be a person like that, a Kyushu Danji, and it causes him mostly suffering. Wolfwood is indeed a victim of toxic masculinity himself, which makes it very interesting how this behavior is portrayed in the series. One suffers because of it, another turns the whole trope on its head and gives us the opposite.
Just more of those tiny Nightow things that I personally very much appreciate, especially for its time.
The short answer:
Livio does not exactly have the same written dialect in the manga like Wolfwood, however his speech is supposed to be crude, and "low class", something the Japanese often connect with the Kansai dialect. So, we decided on the team to give Livio a similar dialect to Wolfwood.
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rosstrytobe · 7 months ago
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HOW I THINK THIS IS JUST THE FIRST STEP TOWARDS EDDIE DIAZ GAY ARC PT. 1
You know that you love a character so much that you have all the explanations of why he's acting the way is doing now
Yes the cheating part sucks but if we see trough it
Eddie's not cheating Marisol with another woman
He's cheating with a woman he remembers his ex dead wife
And that's just realive how much he still proccessing Shanon death and he didn’t do it in the right way at first when he was supposed to talk about it with Frank in s3
However if we saw why he didn’t that's just a scene it comes in my mind and how it's important understand that maybe Eddie is just using a doppleganger of his wife as an exuse to something he faced at a special bachelor party 👀👀
Let's go first:
1)In s3 Bobby said to Eddie to talk about his feelings for grieving Shanon because Eddie was self distructing himself with the illegal fights -> Eddie talks about it with Frank but then he said to Buck that therapy wasn’t for him and then this scene happens:
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And what Eddie said after?
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Yeah. He didn’t need anymore the therapy because he was happy with the people he have now in that moment (his son and Buck)
2) In this season we saw Eddie talking with Bobby again about the Nun thing and Eddie is afraid and confused about why he can't commit to any of his past relantionships with women and why now he's having Chatolic Guilt regards Marisol -> Bobby said to him that Eddie doesn’t have a problem of commit to certain things (👀👀) and one of them is Shanon but Eddie always said that he married her just because of Christopher and he had some kind of duty towards her
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He doesn’t regret being married to her but he never said that he actually was in love with her and that's a thing that even Michael felt when he married with Athena. Michael never regreted to marry her and have his children with Athena but we know from s1 that he's a gay man
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But maybe just because Eddie now is scared that he will never commit to a woman. As with Marisol. He's just pretend that in this doppleganger he can find what he's missing as a female role for Christopher but as Bobby said to him he already commit in other things in his life like:
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(😫😫😫😫)
3) All the dialogue with Marisol last episode i think he meant something. She asked him if Eddie was okay and even though Eddie said that he's fine. Marisol asked him again if it was a truth or a lie. And even though Eddie said it was truth we know he's not okay. He's again romanticed his marriage with Marisol out of blue because he just saw her in another woman and his false memories of her are just coming through his mind because he wants to get attached to that feeling. Because in his mind he was happy with Shanon and his marriage with her was perfect. Like the scene with Marisol that just show how him, Christopher and Marisol looked as the perfect ready made family. Like with someone else:
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But we know he had panics attacks just of the thought of him, Ana and Christopher being a family and maybe this time is trying to not have them since he learned from therapy how to control them. But why he's trying to pretend to be in a perfect relantionship?
If we thinks about it Eddie seems more like he's living in his own telenovela for how the scenes went with Kim and Shanon but that's a way to not copy with something that it's happening in reality like the fact that he didn’t want Marisol to live with him anymore and he was having sexual problems with her after he figure it out she was a nun. Then he talked about it with Buck and he said to him that he wanted to break up with her but then what made him change his mind?
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Yep. It’s just took Buck coming out to him to made him rethink about his relantionship with Marisol and made her moving out. Eddie of course supports him. Buck is his best friend. But support someone and see with your eyes that your bestfriend is indeed bisexual is something else. Because Eddie loves Buck as Ryan said he loves him to the core. But see Buck with Tommy just makes him a little pissed off
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You can see it from how just an hug made him bite his lips with an angry mood and also what he said after just proves how much he's jealous of them. Then he spent all night making killing eye to Tommy as he did something wrong and we saw even Eddie watching Tommy yawing as if he's interest in what Tommy is doing. Later everyone leaves incluse Tommy, Buck and Eddie spent all night togheter being closer than ever. And we saw how much they were connecting their neurons togheter and in someway i think Eddie got that with no one he had ever have this much of connection. And that's why i think he's scared to analyze that emotion and he wants to hide it because he doesn’t get why he's jealous of Tommy and why he knows that nobody could ever be Buck
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bluesgrxce · 2 months ago
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Michael Afton x Reader
A story in which you help Michael (and Helpy! 💖) run their little pizzeria restaurant
[Part 1]
"So... This is the new pizzeria?"
You stood at the entrance of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place with a disapproving frown. The building consisted of only a single room, and even considering that, it was cramped. The walls and floors were in the ugliest shade of brown, causing the room to seem that much more barren. The only attraction were the messily put-together pieces of trash on stage. 
That wasn't an exaggeration. There was a sign on stage that read 'TRASH AND THE GANG!' in what you recognized as Michael's sloppy handwriting. 
"Well, it's what I have so far. Any thoughts?"
Michael looked at you through the tiny holes of his white bear mask. His face was entirely hidden and his new business suit hid his violet skin. He appeared... Handsome. He stuck out against the hideous scenery, at least. You caught yourself staring for a second too long and averted your gaze. 
"I mean... I guess it could be worse? But, you know, it kinda looks like you went dumpster diving for this stuff." You forced out a string of laughter, unable to see the hesitant expression on his face. 
Your laughter gradually faded into quiet chuckles, dying out when you noticed his tense shoulders and odd silence. An alarm blared in your mind. 
"Mike?"
"...Yes, love?"
That sweet, pleading tone made your knees weak. It threatened to completely wipe out your rising disappointment, but only for a moment. Your eyes narrowed on him. "You didn't actually go dumpster diving, did you?"
"Oh, no, don't worry about that. I have enough of an odor as it is," He muttered, glancing at his right sleeve, which had rolled up to expose a bit of purple skin. Huffing at the reminder, he yanked the sleeve down and neatly tucked his arms behind his back. "So I wouldn't consider it."
You sighed in relief. "Good-"
"At least, I wouldn't consider doing it myself."
You froze. 
Michael shifted uncomfortably underneath your cold, blank stare. He waited for you to continue the conversation, but eventually, the pressure of your stunned gaze made him crack. Yet all he could utter out was: "Dumpster Diver Weekly has some exceptional deals."
...Oh. Your eyes darted towards the so-called "animatronics" on stage. Oh damn, he wasted money on that shit!
A groan fell out of your lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Michael... Just how much did you spend?"
His voice started out soothing, then slowly grew more and more timid. "Not much, not much... Only... Our last hundred dollars..." 
"Seriously?!" 
He flinched. It was a subtle action, barely even caught on your radar, but you were overwhelmed with guilt the moment you did. You knew better than to raise your voice around him.
"Sorry," You managed a softer, though still upset tone. "But- But c'mon, Mike, what are we gonna fall back on if we don't earn anything for a while?"
The question made him pause. It took a few moments for him to gather his thoughts, however, it wasn't long before he gently tilted your chin up and leaned in. "Don't worry about that, either. I'll figure out a way to put food on the table, no matter what." 
"But I am gonna worry about it, because I'm worried about you." 
Hearing that left him flustered and oblivious to the way you began to close the gap. He gulped. "You- You really shouldn't be... I can do this all myse-"
Your arms wrapped around his neck to rope him in for a hug. He instantly shut up. 
"Remember what I told you about letting me take over every once in a while?" You asked in a hushed whisper. He could feel your lively heart beating against his lukewarm, undead chest. He was certain that he'd be blushing if blood still ran through his veins. 
He reluctantly admitted, "I do..."
You smirked. "Then let me do that right now."
Speechless, he watched as you left his side to approach the stage. Your hands were on your hips and your attitude was nothing but determined. 
"Okay, first off, Trash and the Gang are gonna have to go ASAP. I'll tolerate them because they're all we can afford right now, but the moment we can, we'll upgrade." You spun around to face him. "Understand?"
He quickly nodded.
"We're also gonna have to invest in some kind of cups and plates. The kids can't eat without them, but we can cheap out for now and stick with the paper kind."
"Good idea," He agreed. Your lips tugged into a pleased smile, shoving your hands in your pockets and returning to your original activity of scanning the restuarant. But this time, you felt optimistic hope over disgust. 
"We'll have to get something else to entertain the kids too... I'm thinking arcade games. The games were always my favorite part of Freddy's as a kid."
Michael lowly hummed. "We definitely can't afford those."
"That's fine, we'll work our way up to it. Maybe we'll just get some balloons to decorate the place for now." A nostalgic memory popped up in your mind, causing you to groan. "Not including one of those annoying Balloon Boy animatronics from the '87 location, though. Ugh." 
He tilted his head thoughtfully. "I saw a ballpit-"
"If you're talking about the cardboard box from that Dumpster Diver Weekly, then sorry, but no. The last thing we need is a lawsuit," You reasoned. 
Your logic was good enough to make him pipe down. He knew there was no use arguing if you were right. For a split second, you smiled, but you instantly switched to more skeptical expression when peering at the "animatronic" in the center of the stage. 
"Speaking of lawsuits... Mr Hugs is looking like a liability right now."
You stifled your laughter in an attempt to seem as serious as possible. Michael's gaze wandered back and forth between you and the machine on stage. "What? You don't like Mr Hugs?
His geniune tone only made it more difficult to reel yourself in. "Pfft... Yeah, Mr Hugs looks like he wants to vacuum my face off... I wouldn't want a hug from him." 
"So you think it could hurt you?"
His white pupils had locked onto you intensely. Your amused grin melted away, replaced by an uncomfortable frown. 
"Not... Not really, it's just a vacuum cleaner. I was only trying to lighten the-"
"No. I'll get rid of it."
He swiftly moved past you and you knew it was too late. Whenever you mentioned any type of danger, your overprotective partner would immediately sweep it away. Some of these moments had worse consequences than others, but it wasn't really a problem this time- Now there was one less ugly "animatronic" to ward potential customers off. 
But that didn't mean you were any less concerned for him. He got worked up so easily. In an attempt to be comforting, you gently put a hand on his shoulder.
He jerked away the moment you did. He hadn't meant to, it was just an instinct, but it deepened the worry lines on your face. You did your best to give him an encouraging smile anyway. 
"Listen, Mike... I know the future of this place might not look good now, but we're gonna get through this together. This is our project," You reassured. "We don't have anything to worry about. We'll figure it out."
Total silence in response. Not even the sound of him breathing wasn't present. (Since he didn't need to.) Your smile became a little crooked, fearing your words had only made him feel worse. 
But then, one of his hands fell to his side, right next to yours. His fingers slowly spread open, testing the waters of his damaged skin. When the shakiness faded away, you delicately intertwined your fingers with his. Your wedding rings bumped together in the process. 
He didn't jerk away this time. 
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When you are married to a walking corpse 😻😻
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meldarkthrop · 7 months ago
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Francesca and Michael from the Bridgerton series remind me of Elucien at some points.
Michael is an ex rake; a charming, sarcastic and handsome man, who is the spare, not the heir. Lucien coded.
Francesca is the sixth sibling, quiet, elegant and beautiful; often ignored or overlooked by her family, but she possesses a dry sort of humour. Elain coded.
Obviously, there are differences in the story, but here are some moments from When he was wicked by Julia Quinn that are not just giving Elucien vibes, but fit Elain and Lucien individually as well:
• "In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one’s been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one’s life will never be the same.
For Michael Stirling, that moment came the first time he laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton."
So very 'Lucien meeting Elain's gaze for the first time' coded.
I can imagine Lucien telling this to Elain
• “I can’t bear this halfway existence,” he said, his voice so low she wasn’t certain she’d heard correctly.
Francesca talking about her family overlooking her. Also the banter here could fit Elucien. Lucien teasing her and Elain glaring at him.
• “It’s as if I don’t exist,” she said, irritated enough to shoot him her most ferocious glare.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say—”
“Oh, yes,” she said with great flair, “Francesca.”
“Frannie…” He sounded quite amused now.
“Has someone told Francesca?” she said, doing a rather fine group impression of her family. “Remember her? Sixth of eight? The one with the blue eyes?”
“Frannie, don’t be daft.”
“I’m not daft, I’m just ignored.”
“I rather thought you liked being a bit removed from your family.”
“Well, yes,” she grumbled, “but that’s beside the fact.”
“Of course,” he murmured.
She glared at him for his sarcasm.
This screams Lucien Vanserra
• She didn’t have to love him. But she did have to feel free. Free to be happy.
Because if she wasn’t happy…
Well, that would kill him. He could live without her love, but not without her happiness.
Francesca's confession to Michael. Now tell me this isn't Elain confessing to Lucien—
• She looked up at him, her eyes bright. “I love you.”
Michael touched her cheek. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he said.
“You didn’t have to do anything,” she whispered. “You just had to be.” She reached up and touched his cheek, the gesture a perfect mirror of his own. “It just took me a while to realize it, that’s all.”
This quote from Michael = Lucien gets emotional over finally having a happy ending with his mate.
• “For the rest of my life,” he vowed, “I will love you. For the rest of my life. I promise you. I will lay down my life for you. I will honor and cherish you. I will—” He was choking on the words, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to tell her. He just wanted her to know.
“Let’s go home,” she said softly.
And a letter in the epilogue where Francesca's previous mother-in-law talks about them:
"I do not profess to understand metaphysics, and in truth, I rarely have patience for those who claim that they do, but there is an understanding between the two of you, a meeting of the minds and souls that exists on a higher plane.
You were, it is clear, born for each other."
/end quotes
I just—
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phoebepheebsphibs · 5 months ago
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Double-Mutated Mikey
Chapter 31: Amnestic Syndrome
Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club
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It has been a wonderful few days.
Leo has been chillin' like a king.
Casey got a suntan.
Raph caught a hermit crab while swimming and giddily showed it off to everyone.
Donnie started (and won) a squirt gun war.
Splinter has been napping nonstop, which is not exactly different from the norm but he's happy as a clam and has 100% been enjoying the seafood dinners.
Even Draxum has benefitted from this whole thing, having been reunited with Huginn and Muninn. He's even offered them their jobs back as his shoulder pads! Or whatever it is they're supposed to do.
And, of course, Mikey is having the time of his life running free and uncontained. Leo can't remember the last time he saw him so energetic and happy; it's like he's a little kid again.
Mikey has asked to go explore the heart of the island today, and so the four brothers are off on a hike into the beautiful jungle. Raph and Leo mostly lead the way, though Mikey runs off in different directions and they change course to accommodate. It reminds Leo of when they were turtle tots exploring the sewer tunnels. Raph would always take the lead as the eldest, though Leo (headstrong child that he was) would often fight to take charge or go a different way that looked cooler. Donnie and Mikey would walk hand in hand together until Mikey's hyperactivity went into overdrive and he'd start hooting and hollering and race up and down the tunnels excitedly. Leo would go chasing after him in a game of tag, Raph would cry because he was afraid they'd get lost, and Donnie would remain unconcerned. Ah, what good times they had...
Leo notices that Mikey had gone off in a certain direction not too long ago, but now can barely hear him. Scratch that, he can't hear or see him at all.
"Mikey?" Leo calls out. "Where are ya, bud?"
Donnie instinctively looks down at his wrist tech. Raph starts walking in the direction that Mikey's gone off in. He walks past the brush and flora...
Mikey comes bounding out of the bushes and pounces on Raphael, causing him to yipe in fright and topple over. Leo yelps at the literal jumpscare, but his fright turns to uproarious laughter at Raphael's face. Donnie smirks to himself and mumbles something along the lines of "I knew he was there."
Raph lays on the ground, gasping for breath as Mikey sits on his plastron with an enormous grin, tail wagging happily at the prank's success. Leo is on the ground cackling.
"Okay, okay, you got me," Raph sighs, picking Mikey up and off of his chest. "You can stop laughing now, Leo."
Leo, in fact, does not stop laughing for five more minutes.
The four press on.
Leo has to hold onto Donnie's arm for support after all that laughing. Dee isn't such a huge fan of that, especially with all the heat and humidity from the tropical climate. But he seems preoccupied. Leo happens to glance over and catches him looking at his wrist tech again.
"What are you doing?" Leo asks, leaning over to get a look for himself.
"Just checking something."
Leo notices several colour-coded icons.
"The trackers?"
"Yes. Since we are on a remote island and Michael has a tendency to just go running off when excited, I have been making sure that I know where he is at all times."
Leo looks back up at Donatello's face. His drawn-on eyebrows are furrowed, a crease on his fivehead and a stare of intensity in his eyes.
When Mikey first went missing, Dee would just stare at the tracking program and reupload new lines of code, debug it, update it, even turn the program off and then on again. He sat at his computer for an entire day, trying to understand what had happened. It worked fine for a few hours after Raph and Leo had reported Mikey MIA. But then, suddenly, it flickered and died out. Donnie didn't speak for the entire rest of the night, only staring at his screen and trying to get it back online. Leo had tried talking to him about it, But Donnie remained adamant that his tech and his ninpo were unparalleled. It would have taken massive voltage or some kind of mystic EMP like what the Krang had to deactivate it.
....Now, thinking it over, and after they'd discovered Mikey's altered DNA and the fact that he'd experienced severe electric charges, it began to make sense as to why the tracker was deactivated.
But it was like Donnie had said before -- it wasn't just deactivated, his tracker was removed. And though Leo and the others had considered it an invasion of privacy, Donnie's subdermal trackers came in handy more often than not, and Leo had found it was Dee's way of showing them that he cared about them all deeply. Not being able to know where Mikey was, or if he was alive... terrified him. Terrified all of them.
All that to say, Leo understands perfectly well why Donnie has been checking the trackers as often as possible.
Leo lets go of Donnie's arm, walking side by side with him.
The hike -- while being almost unbearably hot and through thick jungles -- is actually quite fun! Even with Mikey's occasional jumpscare pranks on the three.
Donnie goes into nerd mode, analyzing the flora and taking samples for later.
Raph is having fun chasing after Mikey and playing games with him. Mikey's memory issues and slight confusion make it seem like he's much younger than he really is, and Raph has missed being able to baby him like this. Some part of Leo thinks this might become an issue later on, but for the moment, Mikey is happy to have fun and Raph is happy to reminisce on days when his baby brother used to play with him like this.
And Leo is just happy to enjoy this time with his brothers. Even if he's constantly getting trampled by Michelangelo.
Speaking of which, Mikey is due for another jumpscare any minute now. Leo is on guard, listening for the little hunter. Mikey's inherited crazy impressive instincts from the added DNA. He somehow knows how not to make a single sound when moving, even in the tall grass and thick roots. He's fast, too, like blink-and-you-miss-it fast. You usually don't even realise he's stalking you until you're face-down in the dirt with him giggling on your back. Leo looks around cautiously for him. He sure is taking his sweet time...
Raph starts checking behind ferns and large flowers.
"Gee, he sure is hiding pretty well this time. I can't see him anywhere!"
Leo starts looking with him, checking the tree limbs to see if he's going to do another aerial ambush. But he can't see him anywhere.
"How does someone covered in neon yellow polka dots get so good at camouflage?? It's like he's not even here!"
"...That's probably because he isn’t, Nardo."
Leo and Raph turn to Donnie, who is looking down at his wrist tech.
"Mikey is several meters away from us. He ran off five minutes ago and has been stationary for quite some time. I suggest we go looking for him. The fact that he hasn't moved for five minutes is mildly concerning."
Leo and Raph follow behind Donatello as he leads the way towards a small clearing. Donnie pushes aside a group of monsteras, revealing a tiny river and waterfall hidden within the jungle. Large and exotic flowers grow around the clearing, almost fencing it in. The riverbank is made from volcanic rocks -- glassy obsidian and smoothed pumice and shimmering gabro. Leo and Raph ooh and awe at the scenery.
"Mikey is somewhere in here," Donnie says, looking around. "According to my GPS, he should be right around -- yipe!!"
Donnie yelps as he stumbles forward, nearly falling into a hidden pit just in front of them. The pit is obscured by the grass and alocasias growing around it, almost covering the opening completely. And to top it off, there is a short but unexpected drop-down from the area around the clearing, like an unexpected stair.
Both Raph and Leo grab Donnie by the shoulders and yank him back. He glances back with a grumble.
"What island has a secret hidden pit lying around?!"
From deep within the pit, they hear a chirp.
"Mikey!" Raph calls, stepping around the pit and looking down into it. "Is that you?"
"Hi, Raphie..."
"Are you okay?" Leo shouts.
"M'fine, just stuck."
"Stuck? Stuck how?" Leo asks, peering into the pit.
He can see Mikey sitting at the bottom of the pit, hands and feet doused in mud and muck. He looks awfully embarrased.
"Can't you just climb out?"
"Tried," Mikey answers. "Too slippery. Rocks are too wet an' slimy, Mikey just kept sliding on the mud!"
"Well, this is the time when I reiterate why we should always bring our mystic weapons with us when hiking," Donnie grumbles, crossing his arms.
"It was just a walk in the jungle! It's not like we were going to fight anything! Why bring them?" Leo refutes.
"Oh, I don't know, in case Mikey falls in a hole and we need to A: make a portal to get him out, B: Use giant elongated hands to lift him out, or C: create impossibly futuristic tech to get him out!"
"Okay, Einstein!" Leo growls. "It was just a suggestion! You could have actually brought your bō, I wasn't gonna stop you --"
"Can we stop shiftin' blame and get to helpin' Mikey already?" Raph yells, grabbing the twins' attention.
"Right right right," Leo stammers. "Well, Donnie actually gave me an idea! We can't really use our ninpo without our magic weapons, but you know who can?"
"…Mikey?"
"Exactly!" Leo says with a smile.
He leans down and calls into the pit.
"Yo, Mike! Just make a mystic chain and climb out!"
Mikey stares up at him, cocking his head in confusion.
"How?"
"Y'know, with your... mystic abilities? Your ninpo?"
"Whazza ninpo?" he asks.
Leo swallows. Both Raph and Donnie exchange glances.
"It's... it's like a superpower you have. It's a part of the family, you can do all kinds of cool stuff! Your ninpo is usually making these cool glowy chains... though, you were starting to do some new things, too... B-but, just try making a chain," Leo says, rambling awkwardly.
"How do I make a chain?" Mikey asks, slightly annoyed. "I can't make anything down here!"
"No, not like make it with your hands -- Make it with your mind!"
"My mind?" Mikey asks incredulously.
"Sorta, I'm not sure exactly how your mystic abilities work -- but for me, I usually just think of where I want to go and the portals take me there. Just try concentrating. Think about family, that might help. Your ninpo is powered by our family bond!"
Mikey stares blankly at Leo, as if he just told him his spots were purple and not yellow. But... Mikey trusts Leo, so...
He concentrates. He thinks hard.
"...Nothing's happening."
"Just keep trying!" Leo calls down. "I believe in you!"
Leo believes in him. Mikey trusts Leo. Family bond. Think about family. Make a chain. Concentrate...
Mikey's spots start flickering.
He squeezes his eyes so tight he gets a headache. He balls his hands into fists until the claws dig into his palms. His muscles tense.
"Woah, Mikey, don't hurt yourself! You're gonna give yourself a hernia or something --"
Mikey barely hears him. He growls and grunts and groans, blood vessels in his forehead popping from the effort as he tries.
He can't let them down. He can't let them know the truth. They're his FAMILY. Just... just... FOCUS!
Mikey's markings flicker once more... twice...
Something bright and glowing golden starts to form... shapes, materializing like dust in the air.
Think about family. Think about family. Think about --
Think about how you are not a part of their family anymore, no matter how hard you try to deny it.
Mikey's markings dim, the light goes out. The chains decay before they ever take solid shape.
He sighs, slamming his fists against his thighs in frustration.
"I-- I can't do it. I don't know how!"
Leo, Donnie, and Raph each look at one another.
"...Okay, Mikey. It's... it's okay, we'll get you out another way. Hey, Raph! Don! I think I saw some vines on our way in, let's try those..."
The three Hamato brothers leave Mikey alone in the pit. Alone with his thoughts. With his failings. With only his Instinct.
The trio are back within moments, having collected several vines and bound them together to create a rope for Mikey to climb up on.
They cheer when he emerges, but Mikey doesn't meet their eyes. The cheers simmer down, replaced by an awkward silence.
"So... Mikey," Leo sighs, placing a hand on his little brother's quilled shoulder. "I think it's time we had a talk..."
.
.
.
Mikey cleans the muck from his lower half before talking. He rubs the mud out from between his toes and talons, digging under his fingernails and doing his best to get himself presentable for the talk.
He's stalling. They all know he's stalling.
But Mikey has been dreading this conversation since the day they got him back from the labs.
Mikey's feet dangle in the stream, playing in the gentle flow of water. He wishes he could just stay here and stay quiet, never have this talk. It feels different from a scolding. Mikey doesn't mind scoldings, he's used to them from the labs. Though, his brothers are much nicer about their scoldings than the scientists were. But this isn’t a scolding, he can tell. It's something worse. It's a confrontation… As Mikey is marinating in dread and river water, Raph comes up behind him and rubs his shoulder.
"Hey, buddy? Ready to talk yet?"
Mikey shakes his head no.
"Do we hafta talk?" he whispers.
"I think so," Raph whispers back. "This is important."
"I didn't mean to do bad," Mikey says softly, pulling his knees close to his chest. "I tried my hardest! I really did! But... I-I couldn't do it."
Raph hums in response. He's not sure what to say.
"...Don't feel bad about that. You tried really hard, I saw. We just... wanna help you figure this out, okay?"
Mikey takes a deep breath and exhales loudly.
"Okay."
Mikey takes Raphael's hands and shakily stands up, his big bro helping him to walk normally over to where the twins are waiting.
"Hey, Angelo!" Leo greets with a nervous smile. "You all cleaned up?"
Mikey nods, sitting himself down, just outside of their circle. They don't let that slide; both Raph and Leo scoot out to make him a part of their formation.
"Great. So, uh... I guess you're all wondering why I called you here --" Leo starts.
"Skip the jokes and get to the point," Donnie interjects.
"Yeesh, tough crowd! Okay, okay. Look, Mikey, we've noticed that you've been... uh, how shall we say... acting oddly around us."
Mikey swallows. He tries not to let his anxiety rise any more than it already is.
"Odd? U-uh, how?"
"You threw away your chucks," Leo lists.
"You couldn't recall our names," Donnie adds. "And I've seen the way you react when we call you 'Angelo'. I suspect you don't know your full name is Michelangelo, and not simply Mikey."
"And April said you asked her why she cares about you, or why she didn't look like us if she was our sister," Leo reminds him. "And you reacted weirdly when Dad showed you our family photos."
"You also didn't recognize Draxum," Raph contributes to the list. "And you don't remember what the Prison Dimension or the Krang are, do you?"
Mikey thinks about bluffing. But his lack of response betrays him. He sees Leo flinch and go pale at the mention, Donnie shudders and squirms. Even Raph's body language shifts. But Mikey doesn't get it. He's caught.
"Casey talked about the future, and you had no clue. You get confused by inside jokes or references, and I'm pretty sure you have no idea that Dad is actually Lou Jitsu."
"He's who?!" Mikey asks, though it takes a moment for the memory of who Lou Jitsu is to process.
"See, that's what's concerning us," Leo exclaims. "Mikey, we don't mind that you're confused, but... you aren't telling us the whole picture. And what happened with your ninpo kind of confirms what we've been suspecting for a while now..."
Mikey's head buzzes loudly. He feels ill.
"Mikey... you don't actually remember us, do you?"
His eyes sting, blurring over. He hyperventilates, he can't catch his breath. His hands clasp onto his skinny arms, his legs fold close to his chest, his tail wraps around him. His limbs trap him in a cage, the spines and spikes and quills stand on edge to protect him from the panic attack. His brothers The others try to calm him, but Mikey can't hear anything over his weeping and wailing.
Mikey rocks back and forth, feeling like he might vomit. Raphael places a hand on his shoulder. Mikey screams, swatting the hand away in a panic. Mikey stammers and stutters, not even sure what he's supposed to be saying. He wants to convey how scared he is, how hard he's trying to hold it together, how bad he feels at letting them down, the terror he has at having been caught in the lie. But all he can hear himself say is 'please please please' and 'sorry sorry sorry'.
Hands take his own. Mikey looks up and blearily sees the colour purple.
"Mikey. Can you hear me?"
Mikey nods. It's hard to breathe. He doesn't say it out loud, but the deep and desperate gasps he's making are obvious indicators.
"Focus on me, okay? Follow my lead. In one --" Donnie makes an exaggerated inhale, posture arching. "-- out two." His exhale is loud and exaggerated, his stature relaxes.
Mikey tries to repeat him. His breathing is sporadic, he feels like he's failing him at the most simplistic of things--!
"Hey, hey, focus on me, right? Just focus on my voice, on my breathing. In for one, out for two."
Mikey follows his lead, eyes locked onto Donnie's.
"There we go. In for one, out for two. In for two, out for four. In for four, out for six..."
Donnie and Mikey do the breathing exercises until Mikey's lungs find a rhythm. He calms, hiccups and suck-ups following suit, but they slow soon enough. Donnie manages a tiny smile, an attempt to comfort. He pats the ground around Mikey's knees.
"Mikey, can you tell me what you're sitting on?"
Mikey looks down.
"G-grass...?"
"What do you smell?"
"Fl-flow-wers...? M-m-m-mud. W-water, s-sea water...! R-Raph..."
He hears Leo chuckle.
"Name three things you can see."
Mikey glances around.
"M-Mikey sees you... sees brothers... um, sees trees? And stream... is, is that three?"
"Yes, that's three. You're doing great. Now, can you tell me how we got here?"
"W-walked here. Mikey ran, f-fell in a pit..." he starts crying again. "I-I couldn't get out, I couldn't do the --"
"It's okay, stay present with me," Donnie soothes, rubbing his thumbs over Michelangelo's hands. "Just stay focused on the present moment."
Mikey sighs, tries breathing again. Stay present. Stay focused. Okay...
Donnie talks to him, asking simple and easy questions, such as 'what do you hear?' and 'what colour is the sky?' and 'can you taste this?' after handing him a honeysuckle. Mikey calms down quickly after that.
The other two sit at a respectable distance, making sure not to overwhelm him. After some time, and Donnie's calming techniques, Leo crawls towards them.
"You okay?" he asks cautiously, reaching out to hold Mikey's hand.
Mikey nods and hums a 'yes'.
'Sorry,' he signs. 'Got really scared.'
'That's okay,' Leo signs back. 'We didn't mean to freak you out. Just wanted to talk about it.'
"Can we still talk about it?" Raph asks gently, looking Mikey over. "I mean, if you're okay with that."
Mikey nods, crawling into Donnie's lap for comfort.
"Mikey ready..."
"Okay then," Donnie sighs. "Mikey, we need you to be honest with us so we can be sure to take proper care of you. How much do you actually remember?"
"Mmmm... not a lot," he whimpers. "Mikey remembers a few things... small things. L-Like random moments."
"That would be the brain sauce Draxum made doin' its thing," Raph nods.
"But other than that..?" Leo asks.
"But… o-other than that... Mikey can't remember anything before the labs," he shamefully admits.
"Mikey, why didn't you tell us?" Donnie questions.
"Scared to," he whines. "Didn't want to admit it, didn't want to disappoint you... Y-you all love Mikey so much, and I don't... I don't know why... I don't know who Mikey is, and I just... I wanted you to... be happy. I wanted to be Mikey for you."
Mikey feels Donnie wrap his arms around him and press his face against his head. He's shaking. Leo scoots in and hugs the two of them together. Raph joins in last, his arms just barely long enough to engulf them all.
"Miguel... we want to help you get better, we want to help you remember everything --" Leo states.
"B-but what if I c-can't?" Mikey sobs.
"Then we'll love you regardless. If you never remember us, or yourself... then that's okay. I mean, it'll suck, I won't lie. But it won't be like we've lost you. You're still here, you're just figuring out who you are again. And we'll help you."
"But I-I didn't want you to know!" Mikey wails. "I didn't want to tell you that I wasn't Mikey anymore! I wanted you to love me, I wanted to-- to-- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Donnie pulls him tighter.
"Mikey... I do love you. Whether you remember me or not. Whether you remember yourself or not. I will always love you."
Mikey sobs and clutches the others his brothers tightly.
"Mikey... there's something we need to tell you, too," Leo sighs. "Something we probably should have told you earlier."
Mikey looks up at him anxiously.
"It's about your DNA."
Mikey nods slowly, prompting him to go on.
"Well... when we got you home and Donnie did the scan, we found out what you were mutated with. It was... a lot."
"Specifically it was jaguar, basilisk lizard, boa constrictor, baboon, mandrill, and proboscis monkey," Donnie interjects.
"Thank you, Brainiac Unlimited™ for that one."
Mikey nods again, seemingly unfazed for the most part. Leo wonders if he's still processing it all, or knew the information beforehand, or... maybe just doesn't care? He mentioned doing lots of tests at the labs, so he probably already figured he had multiple creatures' genetics inside of him now.
"Well, Donnie left out one crucial piece of info..." Leo mentions.
"Leo, I still don't think it's a good idea," Raph murmurs.
"We want him to be honest with us, we need to be honest with him. He has to know."
"Know what?" Mikey asks curiously.
"Leo is referring to how your DNA was primarily mutated with Krang," Donnie blurts before Raph can intervene.
The four are silent as Mikey processes.
"...So?"
"The Krang still don't mean anything to you?" Raph asks. "Not ringing any bells?"
Mikey thinks.
"You said something about Krang at the junkyard," he recalls. "And Casey mentioned them a little. The lab people talked about them, too. But I don't really know what they are..."
"They're aliens," Leo explains. "They're very dangerous aliens. They tried to invade Earth several months ago, but we fought them."
Mikey's eyes widen.
"Am... am I an alien?"
"Part alien," Donnie clarifies. "But we still consider you 100% Mikey."
"Dangerous aliens... you fought them... I-I remembered Leo said --"
Mikey pauses, eyes bulging and breath quickening as the realization hits him like a train.
"Prison Dimension. Did... was that because of the Krang? Of me??"
"No!" Leo says, unintentionally shouting as he grabs Mikey by the arm. "No, no! That was not you! You didn't do that, the Krang... the Krang didn't even do that, actually, it was --"
Leo sighs.
"...It was my choice. The Prison Dimension was made to hold the Krang inside, but they got free because of me. My stupid ego and my dumb mistakes. A-and... the only way to... I had to do something, and there wasn't any time to think of a better solution, and so... so I...."
"You portaled yourself and the Krang into the Prison Dimension and had Casey trap you both inside," Raph finishes.
"Yeah," Leo says, swallowing as he shakes. "That."
Mikey stares at Leo, eyes popping out of his head. He'd mentioned the Prison Dimension, he'd shows his aversion to it, and Mikey had even remembered scenes where he and his family dealt with the aftermath of it all. But... he didn't expect this. He didn't expect it to be because of monsters.
"...How did Leo get out?"
"You did that, actually," Leo chuckles. "With your ninpo."
"Mikey did that?" he echoes, looking around for someone to deny it. "With the ninpo?"
"Yep. Your mystic powers were growing, and Casey told us that you became the most powerful master of magic in the future! You didn't let that tidbit go, and you kept trying to make magic portals the whole time we fought, even though our mystic abilities were nullified by... the...Krang..."
Leo's voice trails off. The four exchange glances.
"The Krang had some kind of supersonic screech that deactivated our ninpo. Could it be that..."
"Is that why I can't do the ninpo anymore?" Mikey asks. "Because I'm... Krang?"
"I-I don't know, but it's a theory," Donnie suggests. "We'll talk to Draxum and Papa about it. We'll figure it out."
Mikey pauses, looking down at his hands. his claws.
"The Krang are evil... right?"
They don't answer, but their silence speaks volumes. Mikey looks up at them, trying to meet their eyes.
"Do... do you hate me because I'm Krang now?"
This is why I said it was a bad idea to tell him.
He deserves to know! And it might be tough, but --
"You dum-dums do know you're not talking and it's making Michael uncomfortable, right?" Donnie scolds, cradling Mikey a little closer.
"Oh!" Leo snaps back. "No! No, Mikey, no, of course not! Look, we were kind of nervous about the Krang DNA, but only because we weren't sure how you'd deal with the news."
"And I was concerned about the ramifications of modifying mutant DNA with alien genetics, but yes. Emotional stability was in question," Donnie adds.
"But you are not a monster just because you have alien DNA now. You're still our Michelangelo, and we still love you."
"...You love me now...."
Mikey remembered the conversation he and Leo had the other day, and how Leo had said he'd love him if you were a worm, or a regular turtle, and if he were a monster. Leo finished his little declaration by saying 'I love you now', and Mikey had found the wording strange. Not anymore, now he understood what Leo meant. He's a monster now.
And Leo loves him now, just as always.
Mikey cannot understand this. But he accepts it for the moment, resting his head against his brothers and just… stays here. Trying to understand why they don't hate him, why they keep trying to convince him he's not a monster when the evidence is starting to stack up against him.
But Mikey just accepts it. He'll understand it later.
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The scientists have been very interested in Mikey's control of the human covered in pink parasites. They've been doing a lot of tests and examinations.
He's not required to move or do anything. He sits and lets them do what they want. They look him over, poke and prod him, lift his scales and scutes and quills. A doctor shines a light in his eyes, giving Mikey a headache. Another pricks him with a needle and syringe. They take his blood again. They take a skin sample again. They take a saliva sample again. They do everything three times over, again and again and again.
Mikey feels numb.
His mind wanders, helping him escape this room and find some semblance of serenity as he waits for these tests and exams to be done. He's so bored and tired. But compared to everything else they make him do here, this isn't so bad.
Mikey's attention comes back to him when he hears someone talking loudly by him. He flinches, thinking that he's being scolded or ordered to do something, but no. It's just Dr. Timothy getting enthusiastic over his mutations.
"I just can't believe it! The creature can control the zombies!"
"This is unprecedented. And I'm quite surprised, I've never seen Dr. Chaplin so intrigued and... dare I say?" Dr. Finn pauses. "Excited."
"This little abomination could hold the key to ending the Krang infections once and for all!" Dr. Timothy celebrates.
"But why stop there?" A third voice adds.
Mikey flinches again and cowers softly as Dr. Chaplin walks in and joins the conversation.
"This little mutant monster shows a higher success rate than any creature the TCRI has ever cooked up before. And it takes orders so well," he says with a sickening smile.
Dr. Chaplin reaches down and grabs Mikey's face, squeezing his thin cheeks and tilting his head to get a better look at him.
"Despite its age and emaciated figure, the little beastie has unprecedented strength and fighting ability. Just what we've been looking for. I do think our tests are nearly complete."
"Complete, sir?" Dr. Finn asks, raising an eyebrow.
"He's shown excellence in everything thus far. Problem-solving, keen instincts, agility… I think it's time we move onto the next phase of our studies. The A.L.P.H.A. device is ready for testing, put him in the Interaction Room when you're done. Depending on how it goes, we may be able to move on to..."
Mikey zones out again. He's tired of this. He doesn't like being handled or tested or talked about like he's an 'it'. He's a Mikey! Whatever that is…
Mikey feels heaviness around his throat, followed by a yank. The collar and lead were placed on his neck while he wasn't paying attention. He's dragged back to the Interaction room for the test with this strange new 'A.L.P.H.A. Device'...
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Mikey can't sleep. He keeps thinking about what happened earlier that day.
He can't shake the feeling that... something is wrong. He's missing something. His brothers love him, despite knowing that he doesn't remember them. They support him, despite knowing that he may never fully be Mikey again. But... why does he feel so distant? Why is he still so scared to be around them, but so much more scared to be without them?
In the labs, he never knew why he wanted his brothers. He never even knew they were brothers, they were more so figments of imagination, a distant mirage that he could almost touch. They were shadows. And now they're real.
So why can't he accept them? Why can't he accept that he's one of them?
Because you're a monster. KRANG, Instinct whispers. You are a KRANG. It is what I am, what YOU are. What WE have become.
...Are Krang monsters?
To the weak, yes. The weak always view the strong as monsters.
So Mikey really is a monster?
Did you doubt this? Instinct questions.
Mikey hoped...
HOPE IS A FOOL'S WEAPON, Instinct scolds. YOU CANNOT SURVIVE ON HOPE. ONLY STRENGTH AND FORCE. THE KRANG ARE STRONG. THE KRANG SURVIVE. YOU WILL DO AS I SAY AND YOU WILL LIVE.
Even if it makes Mikey a monster?
Does it matter?
Mikey doesn't know anymore... h-he wants to believe it does, he wants to believe he's not what Instinct says he is, he wants to believe that he is their Mikey!
Even if you were once "their Mikey", it hardly matters now. You are simply an amalgamation creature made to serve a purpose. The humans created you to be a monster. Too bad they couldn’t remove the ALL THE MIKEY FROM YOU.
Mikey throws the pillow over his face and screams into it. Stop talking, Instinct!
You know it is true. And your "brothers" confirmed it for you. Even THEY KNEW you were a monster. Why do you continue to fight this truth?
"Because I'm not a monster!" Mikey whisper-shouts, sitting upright and flinging the pillow into the wall. "I'm not! They said I'm not!"
You DO know what a lie is, don't you?
"But... but Mikey trusts Leo--"
Why? Haven't you learned by now? I thought you would have known better. The labs taught you nothing.
"Shut up!" Mikey shouts.
Weak, pathetic, useless, coward --
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Mikey screams, hot and angry tears running down his face.
Mikey tears his bed apart, shredding the blanket and ripping the extra pillows to pieces. He growls loudly, looking for something else to attack in lue of Instinct. He punches the mattress, his tail whips the wall and gashes the wallpaper, he grabs one of the lamps on the nightstand table and chucks it, pieces shattering and the lampshade flying off from the impact. In the flickering light from the dying lamp, Mikey sees something move in the corner. He runs and confronts it --
It's his own reflection in the mirror. Teeth snarled and fangs elongated, his claws extended, his quills raised and his tail spiked. His eyes burn brightly and the irises are nothing more than thin blood-red slits.
Mikey jerks back suddenly, terrified of his own image. His pupils and irises return to normal slowly…
You see? Nothing more than a monster. Accept it.
Mikey screams in anger and punches the mirror as hard as he can. The glass shatters instantly and his knuckles bleed.
The door swings open and nearly smacks into Mikey's back.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Raph asks in a panic, scanning the trashed room before he sees Mikey, shying away with embarrassment.
Raph calms, then panics again when he sees the blood and glass.
"Sorry," Mikey squeaks. "I got... I was mad, I..."
"Leo and I heard yelling and thought --"
"It was just me, sorry. I didn't realise I was being so loud... Instinct was making me mad."
"The voice in your head?" Raph clarifies.
Mikey nods.
"Humph. Well, I don't like this voice bullying my little brother. Come on, Mikey, let's get you cleaned up."
Raph hoists Mikey up and carries him to the bathroom. Mikey perches atop his shoulders again, tail wrapping around and hanging lazily over his shell.
"So, what was Instinct saying?" Raph asks.
"Um... just the usual stuff."
"Which is?"
Mikey's fingers curl nervously.
"Just... stuff about... fitting in, I guess."
Raph places a hand on Mikey's head and rubs circles onto his skin.
"I'm sorry about that..." he sighs. "I'm sorry about a lot of things..."h
Inside the bathroom, Raph sets Mikey down on the toilet seat and grabs the supplies he needs -- disinfectant, bandages, some swabs, cream, etc. Mikey holds his paw out for Raph to inspect.
Mikey is actually surprised by the gentleness of his big brother. Raphael's huge, strong hands are slow, soft, delicate; carefully pulling any remnants of glass out with a pair of fine tweezers. Mikey winces initially, but stays still otherwise. This is starting to remind him of the labs... he zones out as Raph tends to his cuts.
"...Mikey? Mikey," he hears.
Mikey blinks back to reality. His hand is bandaged.
"Oh, hi Raph," he murmurs. "Thanks."
"No problem, that's what big brothers do. Now, can you tell me why you punched the mirror?"
"I was trying to punch Instinct..."
"So, because you couldn't punch a voice in your head, you punched a reflection of yourself?" Raph surmises. "Makes sense."
"I know it sounds stupid..."
"Not really," Raph shrugs. "I used to do the same thing."
Mikey looks up and slowly recalls moments from his childhood where Raph would get so frustrated that he'd obliterate things with a single punch. Walking into bathrooms where the mirror had been cracked and taped over in a feeble attempt to fix it or cover it up.
"...Really?"
"Oh yeah," Raph says with a nod as he leans against the wall. "Raph had a hard time not listening to intrusive thoughts, and they make him really angry. I used to get so mad after Savage Raph would attack you guys. Do you remember Savage Raph?"
Mikey does, actually. Flickering images of his biggest brother growling, his eyes whited over and his teeth bared. Barbecuing villains in a sewer tunnel, attacking his brothers, calling them 'sewer monsters'.
"...Yes, Mikey -- I remember." Mikey looks up hopefully at him. "How did you stop it?"
"I can't say I've stopped it," Raph admits. "I still have moments when I almost lose control, times when my thoughts start to turn against me. But I've learned how to fight against those thoughts, take them captive before they take me captive."
"Why can't I do that?" Mikey asks.
"You can, though!" Raph assures him brightly. "Mikey, you're the one who taught me how to do that!"
"Mikey did that?"
"Yeah, bud!"
"But... I can't remember, I don't know..." Mikey pauses to think, before looking up hopefully at Raph. "Will you teach me again?"
Raphael smiles and cups Mikey's cheek.
"Absolutely. That's what brothers do."
He's not your brother anymore.
"Shut up!" Mikey growls, squeezing his eyes closed, and pressing his knuckles against his temples.
He feels Raph lift his face up. He gently opens his eyes and looks at Raph's concerned expression.
"What did Instinct say?"
"...That we're not brothers..."
"Well, that's 100% a lie," Raph says. "So just tell him that."
"But he'll fight back --"
"Then you fight back, too!" Raph encourages. "Say it out loud. Tell him he's wrong."
Mikey swallows and feels a little embarrassed, but he follows.
"Y-you're wrong."
No.
"Now tell him he's a liar."
Mikey fidgets.
"You're a liar."
What are you -- why are you listening to him? He doesn't know what he's talking about --
"Tell him you won't listen to him anymore."
I'M THE ONE WHO KEPT YOU ALIVE!
"But Instinct --"
"No, Mikey. You can't listen to him anymore. He's not helping you, he's not doing anything for you. He only wants to confuse you and hurt you. So what do we do with things that lie and hurt?"
"...We get rid of them?"
"Exactly. So tell him he's not welcome anymore."
NO!
"You're not welcome anymore, Instinct."
DO YOU REALIZE HOW STUPID YOU SOUND?! DO YOU KNOW HOW RIDICULOUS --
"And every time he tries to talk again, every time he tries to lie or make you feel bad, you ignore him. Confront him. He only tells you lies, so you can always defeat him."
Mikey nods, determination bubbling up inside of him.
"Instinct isn't welcome," he annouces.
Stop this.
"Louder!" Raph encourages.
You fool --
"Instinct isn't welcome!"
YOU CAN'T --
"Even louder, buddy!" Raph shouts.
YOU WRETCHED LITTLE --
"INSTINCT IS NOT WELCOME! MIKEY IS NOT GOING TO LISTEN TO INSTINCT ANYMORE!!"
It's quiet.
"...I... I think I did it," Mikey heaves. "I think I... I think he's gone! I can't hear him!"
Raph cheers with Mikey, and pulls him into a bear hug.
"I knew you could do it! And if he ever tries to weasel his way back in, just tell him off and tell him what for! And remember, he'll only tell you lies to make you feel bad. But they are NEVER true. And you can use that against him."
Mikey squeezes Raph around the neck as he laughs. He feels... free. A strange kind of freedom, one he hasn't felt even after leaving the labs.
It feels good.
"So... now what?" Mikey asks.
"Now we go to bed," Raph yawns, prompting another laugh from Michelangelo. "Though, your room is kinda trashed now, so you probably shouldn't sleep in there..."
"Turtle pile?" Mikey suggests, going into puppy-eyes mode.
"Absolutely," Raph nods, hoisting Mikey back onto his shoulders and taking him out and into their brothers' bedrooms to get them all together again.
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lovecolibri · 5 days ago
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SaL anon here friend and I promise to only mention this once and you don't even have to publish it if you don't want to but just to get it off my chest the BT 2.0 fandom would not have survived RNM, and frankly the fact that we did while in the deepest of trenches 1) shows how little they know about the BS they're claiming from Tim, Oliver, and everyone involved in the show and 2) shows how little anything they're doing will actually matter.
They think Oliver and the writing is biphobic?? They should go watch the scene where a bi man is used to instigate a horrific threesome involving a gay man and the straight woman who was obsessed with him that triggered many viewers about sexual assault. They think its homophobic to leave lonely, traumatized Tommy on his own without comfort because that's what always happens?? Meet Alex Manes, a character whose actual canon backstory is traumatic, was repeatedly abandoned by those he loves in the narrative (not just Michael, RIP s2 Greg), and had to prop up the straight woman who betrayed him. Oh and that's not even touching on the pre S2 commentary on how the bi character being in a relationship with a woman was "a breath of fresh air". They think the break-up "came out of nowhere"?? Try having one half of the OTP couple that was established on 1x01 give his first ILY to another person, whose relationship was entirely her talking down to him at every opportunity (hmmm, sounds familiar). And this was actually the endgame couple from the start but the literal horrors we went through, even on their goddamn wedding day, I will never put myself through again. But yeah, sure, its biphobic that Oliver thought Buck should get to fool around when that is, to this day the default response to any onscreen break-up of most couples in general. Sure, its homophobic to leave Lou so tragically sad and lonely when the only canon thing we've heard about his friends is that they're close enough he can joke about Buck, his boyfriend, accidentally getting a real corpse for Halloween. The break-up was sooo unexpected when they have shown time and time again Buck and Tommy aren't on the same page and know absolutely nothing about each other even after 6 months. Give me a Fucking Break 🙄🙄🙄🙄.
Oh and yeah, back then we made our voices known. We screamed to anyone who would listen about how fucked up the threesome was, we flooded their sm posts about how "great" the Alex and Maria friendship was with our disagreement, we begged and begged and begged for them to make S2 right by acknowledging, at any level, the fucked uppedness of certain character's actions. And what happened? They doubled down on that character's goodness and righteousness, paired her with the gay man's brother who was his only support in s2, and literally shoved her into every storyline up until the bitter end when she was in the middle of their wedding. They promised up a build-up to our OTP getting together then gave them like 3 scenes in S2, until they made up. They literally promised that our queer couple would be treated the same as the straight one, and we spent most of the last season wondering if half of our couple remembered his boyfriend after he disappeared in a hole and was never mentioned by anyone. No one promised them anything, it was spelled out pretty clearly this was Buck's introductory queer relationship. So 1000% miss me with how fucking "unfair" it is for your couple of 10ish episodes to break up. We were told from the start of the show Malex was "cosmic", and then the show proceeded to do everything in its power to disprove that.
And to be 100% clear, yes, we shouldn't need instances that huge to call out biphobia and homophobia when it happens. But when they get done being childish about things not working out the way they wanted, could someone give them some fucking perspective on what really is offensive and what is whining about not getting your way. To borrow the theme from Josh's poorly laid out Glee argument, show some fucking respect to queer storytelling failures people tried so hard to point out and yet were ignored before you, it might give some damn perspective on the so-called offenses you have have to "endure".
Okay I'm done. I'm sorry if this is extra salty but I have a cold, have been pissed since all the bullshit since 8x06 started, and just overall over the debates about what that relationship deserved. The answer is exactly what Tim and co. promised, and they got it. We didn't. So they can fuck right off.
Hello my friend! This was such a delight to read and so absolutely spot on the money! Maybe, if even one single person was talking about Buck (not the made up "Evan" they have in their heads) and Oliver and what they were hoping for our of a bi coming-out story maybe I'd cock an ear to listen, but the only ones talking about that side of things are us on the other side who agree that the T thing should have ended in 7x05 and allowed Buck to introspect and explore what this means for him. Now, the argument can be made in-universe (because externally we all know it was the early renewal that modified 7b into whatever mess that was, and then other stuff had to happen before Buck's stuff could close out) that it's a real Buck thing to do, just jump into a relationship without thinking. So we're all annoyed, but coping just fine because we saw this storyline for what it was since 7x04 and Buck saying Eddie's name a dozen times in the scene where he's kissed by a man for the first time.
You're absolutely correct that these people NEVER would have survived the RNM torment nexus, IF they were on the Malex side of things. I have a sneaking suspicion they would have been the m*luca/m*lexa type people though because the vibes from them are that rancid.
Thanks for the reminder about exactly how bad RNM treated it's main "cosmic" couple and supposed main character Alex Manes. It really does put 9-1-1s faults this season into perspective, because whoooo boy it could absolutely be worse. They absolutely could have drug that tired ass relationship into hiatus and we would have spent the next several months in misery and honesty, where my life is at right now and the misery the holidays are already going to be? I wouldn't have made it and would probably have had to step back for awhile.
As it is, all their whining and whinging and going on just looks so silly! Like, what do you MEAN you a dick riding so hard for a character that appeared in THREE episodes this season? One, in a brief scene to remind the GA where Buck's story is at in the opening episode, one whole episode to remind the GA that they're dating and to give the GA a clear picture of how that man has been treating Buck for 6 months and how Buck shrinks himself down and allows it, in direct contrast to how Eddie talks to him, even when Eddie ALSO doesn't believe in whatever Buck's going on about, and one episode where Buck tries to do what he thinks is expected of him (and not risk another lecture from the firefam for "giving up too easily" which is honestly ridiculous because it's not a thing that Buck has ever done, ever, and was invented as a reason to make him the problem and keep him in a shitty relationship because FOX is The Worst), and ride it out, only for the audience to find out along with Buck that his BF never thought this was gonna be serious and that was probably why he was a dick to Buck all the time, because he was preparing for Buck to leave instead of, oh, IDK, maybe having a conversation any time in the last 6 months about what either of them wanted or expected out of the relationship.
That??? That is what these people are going crazy over?? That's the "so well developed for a side character" person they are demanding come back??? WHAT ARE THEY EVEN TALKING ABOUT???? HE. WAS. IN. THREE. EPISODES. THIS. SEASON. He wasn't even in all the episodes after 7x04 last season, and some of the ones he was in were like, 30 second scenes that were about moving Buck's story forward! I am BAFFLED at what is happening right now! We have a 7 season slow-burn that is SO CLOSE we can actually taste it and these people want Buck trapped in a relationship with someone who treats him like a child? Who doesn't listen to him, and talks down to him, and doesn't like the parts of him that make him BUCK? T is no better than the Buckley parents in how he treats Buck, which is honestly, subconsciously, probably why Buck keeps staying in these relationships with people that are mean to him. Because it's familiar and now that he knows he failed to save his brother (because of course it's his fault, otherwise his parents wouldn't have hated him so much) it's like he's ALSO denying himself joy, and punishing himself. And these people WANT that for him???? Please. Miss me with that shit. Them claiming Buck is soooo sad and we're hateful because we don't want Buck to be happy are so clearly people who have not actually watched this whole show and have no idea what a martyr Buck is, always blaming himself and thinking he's not good enough to be "kept" by these people and never reflecting on if they were good enough for HIM.
Hopefully, the show blesses us with some kind of queer Eddie hint, or Buck feelings realization going into hiatus and we can all have fun losing our minds and those people can shut up and fuck off forever and ever to whatever project that man is doing next. And we can enjoy Oliver getting to act with someone who actually can, and doesn't have to be talked through kissing another man, and we can enjoy Buck and Eddie FINALLY getting the epic, romantic, soft and sweet, soulmates love story that everyone else on the soulmates show gets to have.
Cheers my friend! I'm always happy to pass around the salt, especially after what is happening over on Insta and some of the absolutely batshit things those people are saying. If anyone has time, go leave some positive comments about Buck's current storyline, and like similar comments. Don't engage with the T positive ones, lets just ignore them like the show ignored T!
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ideasnstuff · 5 days ago
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Stormbringer's origins
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Stormbringer is a 1965 novel written by Michael Moorcock and featuring the character Elric of Melniboné.
As we will go on the text, let's say this: he is Nakahara Chuuya.
Let's continue.
It is a partly abridged fix-up of four previously published stories from Science Fantasy 1963-1964, namely "Dead God's Homecoming", "Black Sword's Brothers", "Sad Giant's Shield" and "Doomed Lord's Passing".
We have.
Dead God's Homecoming:
Yes Stormbringer is the sword that decides this character's fate.
Here, chaos beings kidnap Elric of Melniboné's wife, Zarozinia, spurring Elric into fateful actions and the recovery of Stormbringer, the demon-sword that dominates his destiny.
Like Chuuya if you ask me.
Although he does manage to go against the profecy, he ends up dying.
Let's continue.
Meanwhile, Jagreen Lern, theocrat of Pan Tang, forms an alliance with Sarosto, ruler of Dharijor, and the Dukes of Hell to take over the world.
Because we have the Pan of Stormbringer and his plans.
They win a decisive victory at Sequa. One of the Nihrain, servants of Balance, named Sepiriz, contacts Elric and Dyvim Slorm, owner of Stormbringer's brother sword, Mournblade. He tells them that the person who took Zarozinia is a resurrected god named Darnizhaan.
Woah Verlaine?? And Guivre???
Darnizhaan killed himself years ago from fear of the Black Swords, which are now the only things he will take in return for Zarozinia. Elric, Dyvim Slorm, and Elric's companion, Moonglum journey to Darnizhaan. There they are warned that Jagreen Lern's alliance with Sarosto will be the end of the Young Kingdoms.
Elric and Slorm hand over the Black Swords in exchange for Zarozinia. Immediately after, they chant a rune spell Sepiriz taught them, which makes the swords come alive and kill Darnizhaan.
Black Sword's Brothers:
Stranded in Jagreen Lern's kingdom, Elric and Moonglum encounter Sepiriz again. He tells them that, with the help of a certain spell, Stormbringer can call its many companion swords, brothers like Mournblade, to fight for it.
Elric tries to unite the kingdoms of the East and the South against Jagreen Lern, who has recently assassinated Sarosto. When this fails, Moonglum and he sail east towards the Sorceror's Isle, only for their boat to be caught in a storm and forced against the Serpent's Teeth.
With this new information, Elric and Moonglum journey to Pan Tang, Lern's island, where Elric fights the Dukes of Hell. Upon calling Stormbringer's brothers, the Dukes are killed and sent back to the Chaos realm eternally.
Stormbringer leaves him as well, taking away his strength and allowing Jagreen Lern to capture him.
Lern takes Moonglum and Elric to watch the ensuing battle with the Southern kingdoms. Though the Southern Kingdoms lose, Elric is able to call Stormbringer back to him and rescue Moonglum.
Sad Giant's Shield
Elric and Moonglum go to the unconquered Isle of the Purple Towns.
There they amass an army to fight Jagreen Lern. Sepiriz arrives, telling Elric about a giant named Mordaga who bears the Chaos Shield, a device capable of blocking Lern's chaos magic.
Elric ignores Sepiriz' judgment, instead trying to beat Lern at the Purple Towns in a battle. He fails, largely due to several Chaos Ships commanded by an octopus demon named Pyaray.
Elric and Moonglum are saved from drowning by Straasha, Lord of the Sea. They reconcile with Dyvim Slorm and the archer Rackhir the Red, and all of them embark toward the Sighing Desert in search of Mordaga. At Mordaga's castle, they fight several warriors, and Elric accidentally kills Rackhir. Mordaga surrenders and gives Elric the chaos shield.
Moonglum stabs him in the back.
I remembered Shirase.
The three remaining men go south again to find that all of the Young Kingdoms have been conquered by Jagreen Lern. Also, Zarozinia has been captured again, this time by Lern. Elric goes alone to save her, entering the Camp of Chaos where he kills Pyaray.
He is too late; Zarozinia already has been transformed into a giant worm who commits suicide on Stormbringer. With the Chaos Ships destroyed by Pyaray's death, Elric leaves the Camp of Chaos and makes way for Melniboné with Moonglum and Dyvim Slorm.
Doomed Lord's Passing,
Elric and his friends reach Melniboné, where they try to awaken several dragons. In a dream, Elric meets Sepiriz again, who takes him to the White Lords, rulers of Law.
Atsushi and Akutagawa and the tiger and the Dragon?
One of them, Donblas, tells Elric that the only way to bring the White Lords to his realm and stop Chaos is to blow the Horn of Fate, Olifant, three times. Olifant has the ability to, with one blast, awaken the dragons, with two blasts, herald the coming of the White Lords, and, with three blasts, end the world.
The Chinese mythology.
Elric goes to the Tower of B'aal'nezbett in Imrryr with the Chaos Shield and enters another realm resembling England. There he meets a dwarf named Jermays, messenger of the gods, who tells him Olifant is at the grave of a dead warrior, Roland.
Elric goes to the grave, but when he takes the horn from Roland's neck, he comes alive. They fight, and Elric barely wins before leaving the realm with Jermays.
Back in Melniboné, he blows Olifant and awakens the dragons which he then rides, along with Dyvim Slorm and Moonglum, to the Camp of Chaos. A battle erupts, and Elric kills a Duke of Hell named Xiombarg. Dyvim Slorm dies.
Instead of killing him with Stormbringer, he tortures him for an hour, in the manner of his ancestors, before finishing him off at Moonglum's request..
He then blows Olifant for the second time, ushering in the White Lords. Elric duels Jagreen Lern and bests him.
Elric however does not have the energy, so he is forced to kill Moonglum with Stormbringer, at which point he blows Olifant.
Eventually, Law wins the battle, and the entirety of the Young Kingdoms is changed into a new world, Earth. Sepiriz tells the last humans, Moonglum and Elric, that the only remaining thing to do is blow the Horn of Fate a third time.
So... is Chuuya the Chaos the Corruption of this world??
The old world ends, and as it does, Stormbringer kills Elric, before flying into the air laughing, the last remnant of Chaos in the new world.
If so... What does Fyodor want with him?
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