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bluespiritshonour · 11 months ago

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Oh my God!

I just caught up with World's Finest: Teen Titans and I absolutely have to write this out:

First of all, I love this cover:

The thing that caught my eye: “you're grounded.”

Not the dramatic “you're fired” as if the motherfucker didn't raise that damn kid in his own damn house for YEARS.

(I know. I know. Bar on the ground, but what would you?)

Also, the anger palpable on Bruce's face and Dick's absolute disregard for it. I'm laughing here y'all. This is what teenagers act like. This is what fights between parents and children look like.

Also. Dick Grayson, I've been missing. You're back from war!

I love how curt he is. The “Get lost” hits in all the right places. We love a strongly-principled character that stands for what he believes in. With all the lukewarm Dick Grayson writing floating around I felt like walking into a coffee shop while it's snowing outside.

More of this writing, please.

I'd been waiting for this moment all through this series.

This conversation.

I compare things all the time. It might not be the right thing in every field but I think it serves well when it comes to comic books. We all have personal “canon criteria”—for example, mine are “Darwyn Cooke wrote this Bruce so I'm taking it as valid characterisation ” or “Every version of Bruce played by Kevin Conroy is valid”. (Minus Bruce Timm bullshit!)

Which was what cinched my hatred for Bruce after reading a Robin short story that Cooke wrote and alluded to Robin: Year One in it. I mean, I might not fuck with Dixon, but am I going to call even Cooke's Bruce OOC? No. It means Bruce is a jerk. Full stop.

Waid is one of the writers I respect (excluding Kingdom Come. I hate it and I can't put my finger on the why. But I just do: I hate it. I hate it for Clark. I hate it for Diana. And I'm a professional Bruce-hater so let's not even go there. I hate it for Dick too.)

And Dick and Bruce's relationship has a lot of baggage from the fact that a) Bruce is himself traumatised and fails to meet Dick's emotional needs b) he wasn't ready to be a father when he adopted Dick c) Dick simply suffers from being the eldest—the test child.

And very rarely have I seen writers manage to walk on the thin line of complicated-but-dedicated-and-strong.

Young Justice cartoon did it. Dick and Bruce's relationship is going strong. But they fight and have different values. And Dick can see all that is wrong with Bruce's approach to vigilantism in particular and life in general.

Grimm (Legends of the Dark Knight #149-154) did it right. Where Bruce hurt Dick deeply and made him feel unwanted all the while overthinking about Dick's well-being. Way to go, buddy! You can see the repercussions it has for Dick while simultaneously stare at this man who's tying himself into knots trying to think how best to parent.

I think that's what most Bruce and Dick comics miss: the excessive worrying. They don't show the worry, make them fight for drama, never address it apart from throwing out a “it's because Bruce's worried” (bitch, where?) and have Dick running back to Gotham at the first chance. It sounds an awful lot like “your parents hurt you 'cause they love you” bullshit.

I think World's Finest manages it well because foremost, Bruce says, in words, that he's worried about Dick's well-being. He's taciturn, he's putting constant pressure on Dick all in the hopes of making him quit Titans. All this makes him a jerk. But I don't hate him for it.

It's between Dick's “you don't trust me” and Bruce's “no, I don't trust them.”

Most teenagers clash with their parents. It's normal. That's what Waid has shown here and I love it. It feels very—normal?

Especially when the Bats aren't normal! Bruce sure as fuck ain't a normal parent. But there was something very bitter-sweet coming-of-age in this conversation.

Bruce does all those things that are bad for Dick and his growing independence. You're not supposed to handle teenagers like that.

He's worried and taking desperate measures. “If I punish him, then maybe he'll obey me and quit Titans and then he'll he safe”—lots of parents who don't know how to deal with teenagers do it.

But the sequence of it: Bruce is worried → Bruce wants Dick to quit Titans → for Dick it means proving himself to be better, to not get hurt (as if he can control that beyond a certain point) → Bruce being alarmed at Dick's insistence to stay with the Titans and taking desperate measures like benching him.

At least it makes sense.

Compare it to Dixon's Nightwing origin story, which honestly, personally I think was lazy writing. Drama for drama's sake. “You’re fired because you're spending too much time with the Titans.” The same writer also had Bruce say that he did it because he wanted Dick to strike out on his own. Blah, blah, blah.

And no matter whatever happens he'd never ever say it to Dick's face that he's worried about him because—well, reasons.

Robin: Year One logic:

I'm worried about Dick's health so I fire him. He runs off and can get hurt? He joins a school for assasins? None of my business. He can get hurt on his own, I don't care as long as it is not on my conscience. Peace.

—Bruce “professional narcissist” Wayne.

So, yes. When faced with this book(WF: TT), I'd call Dixon's writing lazy.

I'm also comparing this to several other instances when Bruce verbally says (never to Dick, mind you) that he loves that Dick's a better person and better vigilante than him. But in the same book he'd yell at Dick for exactly the same thing. (I consider that lazy writing, since BTAS made sure to show a shot of Bruce smiling whenever Dick was happy/not like him).

I like this thing here where he says it to Dick's face. He's still grounding him for “discipline's sake” or whatever—very, very IC for Bruce.

But he also lets Dick know that he appreciates his values, that are different—better—than Bruce's own.

I can stomach that.

Honestly Bruce's writing in this book felt like BtAS writing (pre-Bruce Timm fuckery). That's a compliment.

P.S. Waid's a good story-teller overall. His Superman: Birthright was one of the first Superman comics I read and I fell in love with Clark right away.

Peace ✌️😂

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tmblrcolouredpaper · 10 months ago

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Hold my hand, I'm nervous.

Minho likes spending time with you and discovering new aspects of this friendship.

Friendship, Mutual Pining, Domestic Fluff, Nervousness, Comfort, Concert, Protectiveness, Holding Hands, Cold Weather, Clumsiness, Cooking together, Napping, Nightmare, First Sleepover, Platonic Cuddling

⚠️: Body Shaming (by stranger) indicated, Fear of Crowds indicated

wc: 3966

'Hold my hand, I'm nervous.'

He wasn't nervous, not at all, but you know, sometimes he was convinced that lying was completely okay as long as it didn't harm anyone. Besides, he was sure you knew when he was telling the truth and when he wasn't anyway. That's something he loved so much, the comfortability in the friendship with you that caused him to be able to goof off and bullshit around as much as he wanted to.

'You're on a chair not a mountain.', you stated and rolled your eyes in annoyance. The concert was about to start and the fact that you arrived too late to get good spots made you already regret going out this evening.

'Still.', Minho insisted and waved his hand in front of your face until you took it to make him stop.

'Man, that's gonna be one awesome show. I've always wanted to see them live, you know.', he smiled and looked over the mass of people, excitement shimmering in his eyes.

'I know.', you grumbled and remembered why you went out, why you were out in the cold surrounded by people, many drunk, some probably on other drugs, holding his hand even though it was completely unnecessary. Him playing his 'fear of heights'- card was so pretentious that you were almost amused by his preference of saying anything but directly what he wants. Involuntarily, you shook your head and couldn't keep yourself from smiling despite your bad mood. It was silly anyways, especially when Minho was right next to you having the time of his life. His happiness was simply contagious after some time.

Was he able to not look down at you and smile? No, not at all. Did he feel like an idiot, standing on a chair to see the stage, yet having his eyes only on you? Yes, for sure. But it didn't surprise him. He stepped down, tightened his grip on your hand while he did, because he was actually worried that he might lose balance for a second. Once he was stable on the ground, he pretended like he would actually fall and not even he would have expected your reaction of pulling him into your arms immediately.

'I was joking.', he clarified with an embarrassed blush that crept over his cheeks up to his ears. He was pushed away harshly, but your low mumbling, the only word he could comprehend was 'idiot', made him smirk.

'Aaaaw, you thought I was actually falling?', he teased and caressed your cheek, his fingers light and warm on your skin. 'Thank you for always being my saviour, babe.'

'Don't touch my face with your unwashed hands.', you grunted and pushed his arm away.

'So, I wash my hands and can touch you?', he asked, eyes widened in excitement.

'No. Never.', you answered monotonously and crossed your arms in front of you. 'Why did you come down? I thought you wanted to see the stage properly.'

'Want to stand next to you, but you can still hold my hand when you miss it.', he explained without looking at you.

When the concert started he was jumping and dancing, singing along the lyrics and laughed from happiness. The crowd was hyped and even you began to show that you were having fun, actually recognizing a few songs that Minho must have shown you before.

A man next to you kept glancing at you from time to time and you thought it was because you probably looked weird in some sense. You kept wondering if it was your hair or your outfit or your makeup. Every bit of your appearance could have been a reason for someone to express their dislike for it, but in the end no one cares about stuff like this, so you tried your best to ignore his temporary stares and convince yourself that he must have had reasons that weren't under your influence.

'This was awesome. Thank you for coming with me.', Minho laughed after the last song was performed and the band left the stage after several rounds of applause. He took your hand and secured you close to him when everyone became busy leaving the hall.

'Can't lose you.', he said and squeezed your hand, inaudibly assuring you that he was planning on keeping you safe with him.

Many people passed by including the man that kept paying attention to you before Minho decided to leave as well. He saw him, he hated him. Not that he knew him, but the way he kept looking at you and turning to his friend to laugh and joke immediately after scanning you, was enough for him to have an opinion. Minho needed to see him walking away.

'Soooooo, should I bring you home or are you up for chilling at mine?', Minho asked during the walk through the streets, enjoying the fresh air after the concert, his hand still holding yours while playfully swaying them back and forth between your bodies.

'Yours?', you asked happily and he responded, 'Mine?!', sounding just as bright and happy and started laughing.

The fresh air slowly became uncomfortable and Minho started to worry that he might catch a cold. You probably felt the same. Unaware of what he was doing, he pulled you closer to him and immediately heard your teeth clashing against eachother in a fast pace.

'You're an idiot for not bringing a jacket.', he announced and laid his arm around your shoulder.

'You brought me with you. Isn't your task to take care of me then?', you questioned and sneaked your arm around his waist, seeking his warmth, wishing you could just stop walking and push your face in the softness of his shirt.

'No? Since when do you rely on people?', he laughed, but secretly wished he would have been more considered. He would have brought a scarf, a jacket, a whole heater if he'd known you wanted that.

'I don't.', you clarified and took a step away from him, his arm falling off your shoulder.

'Well, I didn't bring a jacket either. That makes two idiots here, hm?, he smiled and pulled you back into his embrace, ignoring your protest.

The apartment complex was soon arrived and Minho held the door open, waiting for you to enter first. He gave you the keys to his apartment and nodded upwards. 'I have to get something from the basement, but go and make yourself comfortable already.'

He heard your steps on the stairs echoing from the empty walls and hurried downstairs to get a pile of his old clothes that he picked up from his parents' house a few days ago. He didn't have any use for them, but thought that you might like them.

When he arrived at his apartment door, he was surprised to find you still standing there, fondling with the keys. Your hands were red and stiff and you visibly struggled to pick the right key, dropping the whole chain clumsily.

'Fuck.', you mumbled and picked them up.

'Let's swap.', Minho announced behind you and gave you the pile while you handed him the key chain. He was even more worried now that you must have been freezing more than he did, so the second he entered the apartment, he went straight to his bedroom and carried the thick blanket to you.

'You go and get cozy in the living room.', he demanded and waited for you to take off your shoes before he pushed you in the direction he wanted you to head to, taking the pile of clothes from you at the same time.

Once he was done washing his hands and grabbing two bottles of water, he followed you, sat down on the floor in front of the sofa where you were curled up into a cocoon, the bottles placed on the small desk. His heart started beating so strongly that he could feel it in his throat. He could just move one meter forward and collect you in his arms, all cozy and close. Just one question, just one agreement and a few moves...

'I need to pee.', you announced, freed yourself from the blanket and went to the bathroom.

It was also just one moment, Minho realised.

The evening proceeded to be just as lacking of conversations as the whole day had already been. You didn't talk much on the way to the concert, the concert itself is no event that provides many talking possibilities and afterwards you two were busy processing all new impressions. Now you spent your time watching dramas, you spread on the sofa and Minho chilling on the floor, head resting on an empty spot of the sofa cushion.

His stomach grumbled and without saying a word he made his way to the kitchen area to cook something. He kept glancing over to you from time to time and the later it got the more he wondered if you would be up for sleeping here. He would like that a lot, he realized and began humming happily when he started imagining how your sheer presence might influence the atmosphere in his apartment.

Suddenly, when he turned to grab a spice on his left, he saw you standing next to him. When did you get up? How long was he actually daydreaming? In panic, he stirred the vegetables in the pan, scared he might have let them burn.

'Can I help with something?', you asked and he was caught off guard by the tiredness in your voice.

'Did you fall asleep?', he asked, genuinely curious, but his voice didn't cooperate and his tone made it sound like he was mocking you.

'Yeah.', you whispered dreamily and sighed.

You seemed happy. He wondered why.

'Good nap?', he questioned and filled some rice in two bowls that were already waiting, while he was working on the greens.

'Hmhmm. Can I help?', you repeated and Minho quickly shook his head, before he could think of verbalizing anything.

'I'll wash the dishes later then.', you shrugged. You didn't move. He found it almost awkward how you were standing in the middle of the room, not initiating of going back to the TV.

'May I smell yo-your shirt?', you whispered, and he dropped the spoon in surprise.

It landed in the pan, and he awkwardly fished it out of the sauce. He carefully laid it down and wiped his hand on a small kitchen towel.

'What?', he finally asked, baffled.

'It's just, your blanket. Like, I want to know if it's the smell of your laundry detergent or you.', you explained, fumbling with the hem of your own shirt.

'The smell?', he didn't understand.

'If the smell comes from the detergent, you need to tell me which brand and scent you're using. I swear, I haven't slept this well for months.', you spoke and started stirring the inside of the pan while Minho kept looking at you in a mixture of shock and disbelief.

After your explanation, he smirked. This was way too funny and if he was honest, way too good to be true to him.

'And what if it's my scent?', he asked confidently, taking the spoon out of your hand.

'Then, ahm, I guess, I, I will cherish this wonderful nap I got to take here?', you spoke slowly, sounding like you were unsure if what you should be saying, like you didn't even think this far.

'Go on, I'm all yours to smell.', he consented and put the pan to the side, deactivated the heat and turned towards you, arms spread to his side, him fully presenting you to himself with his eyes closed, because he knew he wouldn't be able to handle looking at you when you'd approach him with the intention of absorbing something as personal as his scent.

'I could also just smell the detergent.', you clarified and reached around him to take the pan, starting to fill the bowls with vegetables and sauce.

Yes, Minho was disappointed. Not in you, he would never be disappointed just because you didn't do something you didn't want to. He was disappointed in the whole situation and especially in himself, for not being genuine with you. If he were, he would have told you right away that the scene's origin didn't matter, that you could always take a nap here whenever you wanted, because he really liked having you here, giving you everything you'd possibly ask for.

'I'll show you later. Let's eat now.', he suggested and let you carry the bowl to the sofa, following you like a sad puppy that lost its favorite treat.

Other than you said, you didn't take care of the dishes alone. Minho was right by your side. He paused the drama you were watching and turned on music, grooving lazily while washing and tidying up. He caught you covering your mouth due to yawns several times and finally ask nonchalantly, 'You're staying here this night, right?'

'I would love to if it's okay for you.'

He smiled. His was sure his ears got all red, because he felt his body warming up comfortably.

After being done with mundane chores, you returned to the loving room, realizing that it was already 1am. Minho, sitting on the sofa, settled back and sighed. It was a great day. He was absolutely happy.

'Was it alright that I dragged you with me to the concert? I know it's not something you originally enjoy, but I'm very happy that you were with me.', Minho spoke lowly, eyes closed, feeling the exhaustion in his body.

'I actually ended up having fun. Maybe your taste in music isn't that bad after all.'

'Didn't know you had doubts. My taste in everything is out of this world.'

'Sure it is. Keep hallucinating.'

'You're mean, you know that?'

'I'm not and you know that.'

'Yeah... I know.'

'I wanna sleep with your blanket this night', you mumbled after a long pause, cuddling the big blanket that you kept with you ever since Minho gave it to you.

'And I thought you wanted to sleep with me.', he blurted out, unconscious of what he was saying, but he realized after a few seconds and cleared his throat in embarrassment.

'If that was the case I would use your trick and say that I'm scared and need to hold your hand.', you responded, ignoring his embarrassment, but you were well aware of his mood.

'I wouldn't fall for that trick. I know when you're lying.', he laughed.

'And you think I don't know when you're being overdramatic?', you questioned, leaning closer to observe his face, but also to play with him a bit. When would he drop his act of false disinterest and confidence?

'The chair was higher than you think.', he whispered and held eye contact. Silence arose, and the only thing he was focusing on were your eyes, and he recognized once again how weak he was for you. You were so close, so calm and just one question, one consent and one move away for him to caress your cheek with all the gentleness he could put into one touch. He hoped if he'd ever did that, you would become just as weak, melting into his touch like he seemed to find himself melting into your presence.

'I would hold your hand every time you'd ask me to. No chair needed.', you whispered back and he observed you blinking more often, realizing that this position was difficult for you too, but your words sank in, and he felt like crying out of happiness. He believed you, because he really wanted your words to be his reality.

'You're so much braver than I am.', he said and ended the starring contest, looking down at his hands.

'I'm the bravest version of myself when I'm with you.', you confessed and he saw you smiling at him in his peripheral vision.

'Can we go to sleep? I'm very tired?', you asked, wrapping the blanket around you a bit tighter and he nodded , in awe of how adorable you looked.

'I bring you some pillows. You can go get ready for sleep in the meantime.', he said and vanished into his bedroom to bring you anything you might need to have a comfortable sleep. He also pulled out another blanket from his drawer, because there was no way he would take the one you recently occupied from you.

He instructed you to rest well in a serious manner before he left to his room and once the door closed behind him, he threw himself onto the mattress, gathering all wonderful moments of the day in an imaginary treasure box, then actual items he needed after the shower.

The hot water washed away the smell of the concert hall and the spices from cooking. The lotion bottle was still wet, because you used it earlier. It wasn't the first time you showered here. In summer you two would always take a break here for you to take a cold shower, because of how easily you were overwhelmed by warm temperatures. However, you never slept over. You two camped together or stayed over at friends' houses, but having you at his own apartment over night was a first.

He returned to his bed after 20 minutes and wondered if he would even be able to fall asleep, to agitated by the day's events, but he laid down and tried.

A knock on the door woke him up. He actually fell into a deep slumber. The door was slowly pushed open and revealed you, still carrying his blanket with you. He wasn't surprised, but he was still in awe.

'Did the blanket power run off of scent energy?', he groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and then making his way towards you. You didn't say a word, and he got slightly scared.

'Are you okay?', he asked, worried, gently pulling you into his room and switching on the fairy light that was unorganized and forgotten on a shelf until this moment. He didn't want to hurt your eyes by switching on the brighter ceiling light.

When he finally saw you properly, he was immediately worried. Your eyes were teary and your breath shaky.

'Scent energy immune against nightmares, I guess.', you whispered and sounded like you're about to cry every moment.

'It's a lot to ask, I kno-ow, but can I sleep here?', you whispered, voice so quiet and shaky that Minho had trouble understanding, but he instantly agreed, expecting you to walk to his bed. You didn't. You spoke again.

'With you?'

He wanted to. He wanted to sleep with you in the same bed, even holding you, so badly. He wanted to be bold and confident, but at the same time he was so intimidated by the way he felt when it came to you and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, feeling even unsafe in any sense. He would also give you everything you'd ask for and if you wanted him with you, he would be with you.

'Sure.', he said and added a smile, hoping it was assuring and casual.

He took the fairy light and dropped it on the bedside table, waited for you to settle, and once he thought you were comfortable, he switched the light off and laid down as well. It's not much he wished for right now, yet he felt like it was too much to ask. Maybe that's how he could phrase it, so he tried.

'I want to ask you for something.', he started and heard a small 'okay' from you, quiet and in your consciously gentle tone that made him feel good right away.

'It's a lot.', he continued and paused, waiting for an indication if you’re ready or if he should drop it.

'I conquered your bed and you with your pretty body for a night. This is a lot from my side to ask, you have every right to do the same.'

'You're literally the only one I know who could phrase it this way without making it sound dirty.', he chuckled, amused, because it was true. He heard you laughing as well.

'Okay, I really want to hold you close to me. I, I want to, you know...' , he ended.

'You know.', you repeated and he was sure he could never sound as innocent as you regardless of how innocent he actually were.

'Yes, please, I'd like that a lot.', you said and Minho thought he was already in dreamland.

'Please, can you initiate, I'm way too overwhelmed and shy right now.', he heard you whisper and confidence finally returned to its home.

He scooped closer and lifted the blanket from you to let it drop over him as well. Under one blanket, he felt your warmth and every of your movements and it was new to him, he didn't dislike it though. As much as he knew he liked you, he didn't know to what extent and it was as exciting as it was scary to investigate that aspect of himself and the relationship he had with you.

'Minho.', you whispered and he immediately stopped his breath.

'Can we, kinda, set rules or something?'

'What rules?', he asked, not moving.

'Like, for example... that... we have to say... out loud what we think? And we don't judge that? And we don't act on it or something, just, we, ahm, talk eachother through?'

He slowly exhaled and let out a low chuckle.

'Wow. I take it back. You can make your words sound dirty.'

You laughed and sat up, now looking down at him. It was weird, so he sat up as well.

'No, not in that way. Just, I feel like I need to say what's on my mind here or otherwise it's gonna consume me. I don't want it to become awkward with you when there is no reason for that.'

He understood exactly how you felt and was eager to make this right.

'I really want to caress your cheek.', he announced, well aware of how weird it must sound like said out loud and when he heard you laughing, he knew it was weird.

He also realized that it was completely fine. It doesn't have to be serious, it can just be.

'You can do that. I allow it.', you said, the second sentence only a whisper.

Reluctantly, Minho reached out for you, he was feeling calm, but his hands was slightly shaking. However once his fingers touched your skin, he wanted nothing more to make sure you were confident in how much he liked you, how much you were liked and respected.

He pulled away and huffed in a smile. 'You're good?'

'Yes. You?', your voice sounded drained and he laid back down, indicating you to do the same by patting the mattress next to him.

'Just wanna sleep, holding you. Nothing changes, just like having you with me.', he mumbled and felt you rolling over, hesitantly placing your head on his chest.

'Okay?', you questioned and he laughed feeling you relax against him so easily.

'Yes', he said as if your question was the most ridiculous one ever.

Then he remembered something.

'How do I smell?', he asked teasingly, throwing his arms around you to comfort your embarrassment by rubbing your back.

'You should hold my hand.', he announced and heard you huffing tiredly.

'Is the bed that high?', you asked, sounding like you were about to fall asleep every second.

'No, but I'm high on endorphins.', he explained very seriously and wasn't surprised when you pinned his arm down to grab his hand, acting all annoyed when he knew you actually weren't at all, that you liked his company just as much as he enjoyed yours.

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crippledpunks · 6 months ago

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insurance is just bullshit. i've needed 2 MRIs in 2 years and both times i got denied. the first time, my ex boyfriend who was the same height and weight as me picked me up by my collar and threw me into some rocks and destroyed my right leg & knee. i was given an x-ray and because i had a microfracture (i described the feeling as "sitting on shards of glass" and i was extremely visibly uncomfortable while seated- they decided to not take further action. in fact, medical fatphobia was at play because i had shown them a picture on my phone, and they went based off of that- they never had me pull down my pants to show them the massive hematoma.

the second time, i injured my wrist badly while moving and needed a brace. again, because the fracture was small and didn't show on an x-ray, and because there is a lot of tendon and ligament damage, they assumed it's fine, instead of requesting further testing or automatically sending me off to an orthopedist. i had to beg to see an orthopedist. my wrist has been unusable for 3 months.

there are people every day who need further testing like MRIs or genetic testing or gastric emptying studies or sleep studies or endoscopies or you name it but because their insurance sucks they just give up on you and say deal with it because your insurance won't cover the next steps. fuck this system, just give people access to the care they need so they're not miserable and/or fucking dying.

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poisonousquinzel · 2 months ago

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Perhaps I am a bleeding heart but it makes me so sad the Sirens are beating up Punchline. You’re telling me a group of women who’ve been through tons of trauma related to abuse (both childhood and in relationships) and wouldn’t immediately clock Punchline as someone in need of desperate help? Like yeah okay she’s an asshole but they were all assholes at one point or another. What happened to girls supporting girls :(

I mean, I getcha, but Punchline was kinda doing the exact stuff that they'd have an issue with in this story lol they clocked onto who was in need of desperate help in this story, and it very much wasn't Alexis.

She was the causation behind Jaina needing help. Why would they offer a hand to the woman who caused all this in the first place? One who's not, and will not, apologize for what she's done, has shown no regret or second thoughts about her actions, and who would kill each and every one of them if given the chance?

Girls supporting girls is the Sirens supporting the woman Punchline was going to, with no hesitation, use as a prop to kill for her elite billionaire subs enjoyment.

And the whole "lets send em to Arkham for the help they desperately need actually" is more Batman's vibe skdjsks

She used Ivy's pheromones without her knowledge. She abused animals. She called Harley a slur.

Not to mention, but none of the four of them are at the point narratively wise where it would make sense for them to try to reach out or for her to accept their support. She doesn't like them and the feeling is returned.

Alexis has personal beef with Harley, she already had a grudge against her before she'd even met her cause she's a damned Joker groupie,,, she knocked out Selina during The Joker War (regardless of the questionability about overpowering her so damned much during her first appearance )

And they've had numerous run ins during Selina's comic that've only continued to sour the dynamic.

And while Ivy hadn't encountered her personally before this story, she did know Alexis is responsible for burning down the Eden she handcrafted for Harley, she slit Harley's throat & had her dumped into the sewer to die.

And then in this story Ivy finds out she synthesized her powers for personal profit.

Minutes before the Sirens got the upper hand, they were essentially baking alive inside a cell Alexis had them locked in.

And I don't think Punchline has that shared trauma type you mentioned? It's something that I think can help tie the Sirens together and find a common ground of understanding between one another,, even when all of their personal goals and motivations are different there's a level they'll come together at.

But, pls correct me if I'm wrong !!! I've seen nothing yet that indicates that that's something tied into Alexis' character. Even her relationship with Joker at this point, which is very on & off, hasn't went to that level that I'm aware of. We've had the scenes between her and Harley in The Joker War but those are warnings from Harley about how this will end, not necessarily representative of the current stage Alexis is at.

Alexis was also incredibly, beyond victim blamey during their encounters. I get why she was the way she is, she's bought into all his bullshit hook line and stinker. But she was wrong. And we all know it. We all know she was talking about shit she doesn't know jack about, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't have effected Harley to hear.

The Sirens are going to hold a grudge. That's understandable. It's also important to keep in mind that Alexis is a very new character so she's very early into her development, there's a definite chance one day maybe 15 years from now where she'll have improved a bit and be on level with them, I hope she gets that cause no one deserves to be stuck with that crusty loser haha

But she's very much in her Deep Rooted Villain arc rn skdjsks there's also a chance that she sticks to being a full time female villain in the gallery to take up part of the place the Sirens themselves leave open and is never on anything close to good terms with them.

And she called Harley a slur.

An actual literal slur. Harlivy especially is not going to play nice with her when she's called one half of their relationship a (very likely) homophobic slur. Selina wasn't here for this, but at the end all of them are aware cause Harley's mentions it again.

She's gonna get beat up by three gays for calling one of them a slur that's just the karmatic balance of things skdjdkks

Batman (2016) #93, #96, #97, #98

Gotham City Sirens (2024) #1, #2, #3, #4

#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #dc comics #poison ivy #pamela isley #selina kyle #catwoman #tw clown boy #tw abuse mention #tw blood #tw animal death #punchline #alexis kaye #♦️ asks ♦️

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punkeropercyjackson · 6 months ago

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So,uh,here's my prob with the extremely anti shipping Hobie crowd.Hobie has never been explicitly stated as a familial figure to any Spiderband member and in fact,the first thing we learned about this incarnation of him is that he was gonna be a romantic rival for Miles over Gwen.Now if people hate Ghostpunk because they think it's unnesecessary het drama to Ghostflower or don't want Hobie to date white girls or find the implication of two black dudes fighting over a white girl to be stank,then that's totally valid and i actually agree with the second point as i see Gwen as a half white afrolatina(George is her white parent obvs)because of how i have a lot in common with her and because i feel it fixes the lack of black teen girl rep in Spiderverse,which ofc includes her and Margo being besties and making/supporting solo Margo content instead of misogynoir bullshit,and it's why i feel comfortable shipping Ghostpunk romantically

And with Miles i don't see brothers vision at all due to literally not being able to read their dynamic as anything but Hobie flirting Miles and Miles crushing on him too and i would respect it anway because hey,Punkflower isn't canon either but i've noticed a lot of Atsv fans pushing it as fact and that's where it gets really annoying since it's a CONSTANT thing and Hobie dosen't even act older brotherly to the Spiderband,he acts like their PUNK FRIEND by having a strong sense of community and protecting them and acts rowdy/goofy with them cause punk requires an ultimate rebellious attitude at your core.I also can't help but feel that the perception of Punkflower vs Chaipunk is to get Hobie out of the way of Gwen and Miles as a couple by a good chunk of fake Chaipunk shippers that only do them as a sidedish to G/F and it's worth noting this never happens to Prowlerbyte,a ship that's pretty much only shipped by black fans and therefore lacks the antiblackness in content and motivation

There's also the whole explosion of Noir and Hobie content with almost NONE for Margo and Hobie despite how as i've previously analyzed,Hobie is AFROpunk and Noir's not even punk-Yeah he's anti-fascist but Hobie's punk (sub)CULTURALLY,he was THERE at it's creation,and he's black in every way just like Margo and i find it more than a little offensive as a black punk myself that the same people who hate on canonical queer punk love i.e Gwen being a pastel punk trans girl and Hobie unlabeled and femme and BLACK love i.e Punkflower and Punkbyte also ship Hobie with a whole ass white man from the 1920s who looks exactly Peter B?????Or at be closer to him than his actual communities(i.e Trans people,punks and most importantly NIGGAS).It honestly reminds of Flowerbyte antis who ruin Gwen to turn her into ammo against Margo when she'd never and Margo wouldn't loose even if she did either

Y'all DO know Hobie is meant to be the embodiment of irl black punks and go against antiblack stereorypes,right?So that's why they had Gwen and Miles find him 'insanely hot' and 'loving him'(Miles and Gwen's words,not mine!!)and Gwen and him have a genuinely sweet romance that's mutually beneficial instead of snowbunning and that even with it's final ambiguity-That i am supportive of!I also love Siblings!Ghost Punk and have a hard time picking between it and Gwobie-is meant to symbolize the historical intertwinement between black people and transfems in punk culture?That Hobie while a black symbol first and foremost by far is ALSO an intersectionalist that was shown with him and Gwen and him and Pavitr and black people of different heritage/identities than him(Miles is black nuyorican and Margo is a black girl to his jamaican-english genderqueer)?That we're meant to look up to him as an audience to unlearn propaganda and that a big part of antiblackness is making black people to undateble with passive aggressiveness,right?You know Hobie wasn't /j but /srs,SÍ?????

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doodlegirl1998 · 1 year ago

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I think I finally realize why the writing in BNKA always puts me off in some way, something I've been saying for a while but never got a chance to go into detail.

The writing in BNKA feels like narrative manipulation.

I've come to this conclusion after seeing how the fandom reacts to certain moments and compare them to earlier scenes. And that was when it all clicked for me to come up with this word.

With how the unholy three started out (Bakugou, Aizawa, and Endeavor) then seeing their personalities and how others view them take a complete 180 to view them in a better light, that's what I'm referring to as narrative manpulation.

With Bakugou starting out as a bully and supposedly "changing" so others can say "Wow what a great guy he is!" And praise him to the moon and back... it's literally middle school all over again for him.

With Aizawa coming across as unfair and uncaring only for the narrative to prove he's right every time and have others treat him like he's japanese Einstein.

And with Endeavor starting off as a horrible person and the main conflict for Shoto to overcome... only for his family to welcome him back with open arms and say "We're all to blame for what happened!" just to lift some of it off of him and make him seem like he meant well.

The one common thing about these three is Hori having them express negative emotions and crying and the fandom eats it all up. Claiming that they've gone through development and that they really do care and are more than what we were led to believe. And then have them act the exact same way like nothing happened.

And that my friend... is narrative manipulation.

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

100%.

All of the writing in MHA is narrative manipulation but especially with those three.

Bakugou, Aizawa and Endeavour have narrative manipulation, their own in-universe simps, characters not reacting to them as they should and retcons to soften them and make them more palatable to the audience.

Bakugou and Endeavour are easy and extreme examples so I'll begin with Aizawa first.

With Aizawa, this has worked so well that you rarely see people critical of him and only those who have fully and critically looked at him in canon without #Dadzawa colouring their perception.

His students should dislike / hate or at the very least be wary of him. A teacher who sleeps all the time, pulls "logical ruses" lies and expels on a whim would realistically cause the mental health of his students to plummet. Yet all of 1A (including Izu who he seems to very much dislike) love him for some reason...

He's praised as logical, "harsh but effective" yet his fellow teachers should HATE him. Through the amount of students he's expelled I've heard some people theorising that he has expelled OTHER teachers students. Imagine how angry you would be as a teacher to find one of your students careers destroyed because a fellow teacher expelled them for a bullshit reason. Not only that but logically Aizawa's expulsions would have destroyed lives, destroyed careers before they fully lifted off the ground even made villians.

*There's also the fact that he's not shown to be a great friend in canon either, yet Aizawa is surrounded by Shirakumo, Yamada or Kayama who aren't offput from his behaviour. And even has a respect from All Might (despite the fact that Aizawa has been shown to dislike him.)

* - I'm not blaming Aizawa for being depressed or low key here. That's understandable. However friendship is about give and take. We don't see Aizawa being supportive back to his friends, we see them support him only. And when there's an opportunity to show Aizawa being supportive like to Mic after Midnight's death, Hori doesn't take it. Hori instead makes Aizawa shut Mic up. Additionally, when you like someone and are friends with them - you make the effort to show you like their company, you like being around them, you engage with them. Aizawa acts annoyed by his friends most of the time he's with them on screen, like he's grudgingly tolerating them at best.

Then there's Bakugou who is praised as the second coming of Christ, who lost nothing for suicide baiting a quirkless kid (our MC) and abusing him for ten years! Instead Izuku still calls him "Kacchan" 🤮, Bkg has made friends who are staunchly "anti bully" in Mina and Kirishima (who look stupid or hypocrites for being friends with this POS), Aizawa even praises and favours him for some reason despite Bkg's power being astonishingly one note and Bkg having so much of an awful attitude for heroics the villians thought he was a good recruit. 😬 Bakugou is the worst written character I have seen in a long time - a true Gary Stu.

And finally we have Endeavour, the child abusing POS himself who gets a tragic backstory that none of us wanted to see (his father dying as a kid), we have blame shifting on to Rei and Touya with their respective insanity (also now blame shifted on to Rei's incestous fam by some fans) and some even saying "Endeav had Touya's best interests at heart all along" which truly makes me scoff. If Endeav had Touya's best interests he would have taught Touya to cool himself off, he would have found another interest for them to bond over and sent him to therapy. Not ignoring his spiralling son until he died then got saved by All For One.

In addition, Rei's entire character being used as an "Endeav is not that bad" mouth piece makes me sick, Endeavour broke this woman, physically, emotionally and sexually (depending on your reading but she didn't look consenting to Natsuo and Shoto's births) abused her. So this choice with her character doesn't even make sense, she couldn't even see Shoto, she burnt her child because he looked like Endeav! Why doesn't she loathe this man like she should?! It is sick. It's even sicker of Hori to make her say "We are all responsible for what happened." Like that isn't the most delusional and victim blaming shit to say to your children who couldn't have done squat against their hero father.

Then there's Shoto and his story being overshadowed again by his abusive father, his friendship with Izuku being made about forgiving said abusive father. Shoto deserved so much better than this.

TLDR - the victims of the story should have been allowed to show the impact of their abuse / teaching malpractice that they have dealt with.

Aizawa should have resigned his teaching job (that he didn't even want in the first place) and got therapy as well trying his best to make it up to all those whose lives he ruined.

Bakugou should have been expelled for being an abusive asshole and being too dumb to hide it.

Endeavour should have had the Todofam HATE his guts and no one in his corner coddling him when he cries about Dabi then later Dabi should have finished him off instead of sprouting ice randomly.

#mha critical #bnha critical #Aizawa critical #Anti Aizawa Shota #Anti Bakugou #Anti Bakugou Katsuki #Anti Endeavour

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lauralot89 · 1 month ago

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He is uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his face, and full of energy.

Jonathan: *uncommonly clever*

Jonathan: *reacted to Dracula revealing he has no reflection and then terribly trying to hide that by yeeting the only mirror in the castle with "But how am I going to shave now"*

yes I know I'm being unfair

After reading his account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood

I'm an adult

However, after a while I came away; my friend is just a little too sane at present to make it safe to probe him too deep with questions. He might begin to think, and then—!

I feel like moments of lucidity would be the best time to ask questions, but then, I'm clearly an idiot because I never would have come up with such brilliant plans as "let my patient escape on purpose instead of treating him"

can you imagine if Jonathan had to track all this stuff down with today's shipping companies? Imagine trying to get any information out of FedEx. Then again, if Drac had used FedEx he'd never have received half of his boxes and they'd just be like "yeah we don't know where they went sorry" and only after he specifically called to ask because they wouldn't bother to reach out and tell them

Yes, I've had a bitter experience

Of course they had heard Lucy speak of me, and it seemed that Dr. Van Helsing, too, has been quite "blowing my trumpet," as Mr. Morris expressed it.

I adore how everyone who meets Mina immediately falls in love and never stops talking about it, great stuff

I never thought at the time how strange it all was

yeah, dealing with vampires puts everything into perspective that way

It seemed but poor comfort to so brave and unselfish a soul, and impulsively I bent over and kissed him.

you know, if Dracula hadn't come and ruined everything, these people could have had the greatest orgy ever, just saying

She looked so appealing and so pretty that I could not refuse her, and there was no possible reason why I should

I mean there was the time Renfield stabbed you

His method of tidying was peculiar: he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders in the boxes before I could stop him. It was quite evident that he feared, or was jealous of, some interference.

Seward why are you so judgmental

"You're not the girl the doctor wanted to marry, are you? You can't be, you know, for she's dead."

wait can every patient hear Seward doing his phonograph

He replied to her with as much courtesy and respect as he had shown contempt to me

Maybe that's because she doesn't treat him like a science experiment

after to-night she must not have to do with this so terrible affair

*prolonged furious screaming*

Listen. LISTEN. I know that Van Helsing's own wife went mad and I'm sure all of his not-telling-anyone-anything bullshit is in an attempt to keep them safe from the same fate but like

a) No

b) Mina is the only reason we've made as much progress as we have

c) Are you sure your wife didn't just go insane from listening to you speak endlessly, sir

that was mean of me. but still.

However, 'the milk that is spilt cries not out afterwards,' as you say.

oh my head

he can command all the meaner things: the rat, and the owl, and the bat—the moth, and the fox, and the wolf

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

Dracula can control MOTHS?

DRACULA/MOTHMAN CROSSOVER WHEN

Van Helsing just sitting around listing all the ways Dracula kicks ass feels very Gaston to me

They learned his secrets in the Scholomance

WIZARD SCHOOL WITH HEADMASTER SATAN

Whilst they were talking Mr. Morris was looking steadily at the window, and he now got up quietly, and went out of the room.

Quincey greatness incoming in 3, 2, 1 -

Here we were interrupted in a very startling way. Outside the house came the sound of a pistol-shot; the glass of the window was shattered with a bullet, which, ricochetting from the top of the embrasure, struck the far wall of the room. I am afraid I am at heart a coward, for I shrieked out. The men all jumped to their feet; Lord Godalming flew over to the window and threw up the sash. As he did so we heard Mr. Morris's voice without:—

"Sorry! I fear I have alarmed you. I shall come in and tell you about it." A minute later he came in and said:—

"It was an idiotic thing of me to do, and I ask your pardon, Mrs. Harker, most sincerely; I fear I must have frightened you terribly. But the fact is that whilst the Professor was talking there came a big bat and sat on the window-sill. I have got such a horror of the damned brutes from recent events that I cannot stand them, and I went out to have a shot, as I have been doing of late of evenings, whenever I have seen one. You used to laugh at me for it then, Art."

"Did you hit it?" asked Dr. Van Helsing.

"I don't know; I fancy not, for it flew away into the wood." Without saying any more he took his seat, and the Professor began to resume his statement

Quincey is the best character in all of fiction, I do not take debate

#Dracula Daily #Laura reads Dracula Daily

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crowwyrmm · 9 months ago

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I wrote an angsty blurb about Jean and Harry so I'm dumping it here. Might turn it into a full fic eventually.

enjoy ↓

"What is this? Some kind of fucking joke?" The man's eyes are dark and cold. He's leaning against the side of his door, arms crossed.

[Empathy] He seems startled to see you on his doorstep- and not overly pleased.

[Perception : Vision] He's wearing ill-fitting trousers and a dark blue shirt with long sleeves. There's something odd about seeing him without his uniform.

[Electrochemistry] It feels intimate.

"No. No jokes. I just... I was hoping we could talk? Over coffee, maybe?"

"Why do you have that?" He pointed to the small pot in your hands.

"Oh!! It's a gift- for you! It's a cute little cactus, with a flower blossom too, look-"

Jean opened his mouth to say something, but you were still going.

"You don't have to worry about watering it all the time, it's prickly-- but cool, and it's very resilient. It reminded me of you."

Jean raises his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a tight line. Silence falls between the two of you.

You feel a crushing weight in your chest. And your palms are sweating.

"Uh-huh.... thanks." There's an edge to his voice as he takes the potted plant and looks it over. His face is hard to read, but it looks like something in him caved. He sighs heavily. "Alright, fine. Come in.”

[Composure] This is going better than you thought it would. Just keep it cool, don't freak out.

[Reaction Speed] RUN before the scary man with the sad eyes makes you feel horrible about yourself again!

[Inland Empire] No. He needs this, just as much as you do.

You follow Jean inside, quietly observing the cosy wooden furniture. A painting of a horse hangs on the wall above a worn leather couch. You take a seat at the tiny dining table, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

Jean is in the kitchen. He sets the cactus on the windowsill in front of the sink and starts preparing a pot of coffee. You can hear the sizzle of the pot as the scent fills the air. He exits and takes a seat at the table across from you.

“What do you want?” His voice is as sharp as his gaze. Anger flares up behind his stoney eyes.

“I wanted to apologise to you, for all the bullshit I've put you through.” Your words are soft.

The man narrows his eyes. “Oh please!” He scoffs, “Do you seriously think I haven't heard this bullshit before?” His shoulders grow rigid.

“But–”

“Yes, I know! You're the sorriest goddamn cop who ever lived. This isn't the first time you've shown up grovelling on my doorstep.” A scowl is written across his face.

“Jean…” Your voice cracks, “I don't… I can't remember what I did to make you feel this way, just that it was horrible.”

“Oh yes. Let me help you, give you a little run-down- maybe?” Before you have a chance to object, Jean continues, “You permanently crippled a man in a fit of blind rage, a month ago. You went undercover to sleep with prostitutes and then arrested them. When a woman accused you of harassing her you tried to get her child taken away. You– you fucking leave a trail of destruction wherever you go, and it's always been my job to clean up after you.” His voice is shaking with rage, his fists clenched on the table in front of him. “I can keep going.”

God… did I really do all of that?

[Half Light] You did. You can still remember the sound of bones cracking.

“You don't need to.” There's a growing pit in your stomach. You start feeling a little ill. “I already know that I've done terrible things, I've spent weeks rediscovering every awful thing I've ever done for myself!” A heavy sigh escapes you. “Listen. I wish I could’ve been a better person, and a better partner to you– but I wasn't. All I can do now is try to move forward and… prove to you that I can be better.”

The words feel familiar and bitter in your mouth.

Jean crosses his arms tight to his body, still scowling. Silent rage radiates from him, but he says nothing.

“I have a fresh set of eyes, a new outlook on life. They say people have to hit rock bottom before they'll change. That was my rock bottom, Jean. I'm a changed man, ready to take accountability for my life.”

Jean shakes his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Do you think I’m a moron? That may have worked on me when we were young men, but not anymore. I've heard it all before. There is nothing left for you to say.” He pauses, briefly, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. “Guys like you don't change, Harry. You might be able to bewitch this new little partner of yours, lure him in with your honeyed lies and empty promises. But not me. I'm not your emotional dumping ground, go see a fucking psychiatrist.”

#disco elysium #harry du bois #jean vicquemare #disco elysium fanfiction #fanfic

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sayakxmi · 5 months ago

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[Magi reread] Night 75: Cassim

Title: Cassim

Me, tears in my eyes: HOE DON'T DO IT

;_;

Idk what to say, man, I'm just sad. This is so unfair.

Also, UGH, my heart. The fact that Cassim wants to reassure Alibaba in that moment, but also he doesn't choose the right words for it - the right words would've been a lie. And I just wonder, is he saying it because he can't say anything else to reassure him, or does he assume it's what's Alibaba worrying about right now? Tbh, I'm kinda leaning towards the former.

And Alibaba's reaction. Like, first of all, he immediately recognizes what Cassim is saying. Just, right away. That Cassim doesn't include himself in the survivor group. And, like, I've seen it several times the "Character A says 'you' instead of 'we', and Character B realizes that once it's too late", and i'm glad that's not the case here. I think it would've been needledly depressing. Like, it's still sad as shit, but at least there's that sense of catharsis with their last conversation.

Anyway, I went on a tangent. The fact that the Djinn is breaking, and Alibaba goes ?? but I'm here to save YOU.

Just, in this moment they prioritize each other over themselves, and, anyway, I'm SAD.

Me: Man, I took a bit of a break, I'm worried I might kinda lose the feeling bc of that & just not be as emotional as usual. A bit of a shame.

Cassim:

Me: -literal tears in my eyes-

GOD. I'm not even joking. Fucking hell, Cassim breaks my heart every single time. No matter how many times I read this arc, these chapter, I still end up fucking crying for him. Like, he was so awful for most of the arc, but by the end you just cry for him, bc it's so incredibly unfair, and also just overall sad.

Like. Look at him. He's smiling. Tear-streaked. Just because Alibaba came all the way here to save him. Even if he can't. Alibaba loves him.

God, seeing him so awkward is just. Ugh.

You know what's the worst? That it's true. Had they communicated better, all of this could've been avoided. But it wasn't, and now they're here.

A bit of a sidenote, bc people often claim that Alibaba had no character development (which is bullshit), the problem Alibaba'd had here was that he hesitated too long to take action. It was shown to us from the very beginning. And while it kinda worked out earlier, like with that little girl he'd saved (tho he needed Aladdin to save him later), this time he wasn't so lucky. Him hesitating too much led to this - at least that's how he's gonna see it. Frankly, it wasn't simply Alibaba's fault - Cassim was there, too, after all. And you can make the case that Cassim has trauma, but here's the thing - so does Alibaba. So they both fucked up. But anyway, Alibaba definitely blames himself, and the point I'm trying to make is that as a result he goes to the other extreme - he rushes into things. Hesitating got Cassim killed, so he can't just... not do anything. They just needed to talk it out, right? Hakuryuu will definitely come around if they're just gonna be honest with each other, right?

Though I also feel like mentioning, that it's not a linear thing. Alibaba still hesitates to share his suspicions, that's kind of what happens with Hakuryuu before the Madaura fiasco. He suspects something is up with him, but doesn't follow that train of thought, and Hakuryuu leaving gives him pretty prominent Cassim flashbacks for a reason. From Alibaba's perspective, he's making the same mistake. So the moment he hears Hakuryuu's pulled something big (y'know, like starting a civil war), he rushes there, instead of spending half a year around him hoping for... who knows what.

Anyway. Listen, I throw in there all I think about at the time, so tangents happen, as you've noticed.

Back to the heartbreak.

-screams-

All I can think of is, god, this is fucked up. The good things in his life, Alibaba (always so far away), Mariam (she was crying), Hassan and Zainab... All these things he had no power over, his father beating him up (the same blood flows in his veins), Anise bowing after he tried to steal from somebody (he was the one to do it, and yet, she's the one suffering the consequences), Alibaba leaving (but he told him to do this, right? he told him he didn't belong there, it's his fault).

His fault, his fault, it's all his fault. Everything bad in his life is his fault, and all the good things disappear as he stays behind, watching helplessly.

Bro.

Another break from the heartbreak (lol), but I've kinda realized that Alibaba... he gets what makes people fall. Becaues of Cassim, he gets what makes people fall. He'd expreienced all of Cassim feelings, the feelings that led him to curse his destiny. It's like, I sort of knew, but it never hit me until this moment that Alibaba quite literally had, like, a second-hand falling experience. He fell without falling.

Ok, I let myself be excited for too long, back to being sad.

It kinda fucks me up, how big Cassim's father looks here VS how little Cassim himself is. Jesus.

Sidenote: in the anime what drives Cassim to kill him is his father talking about essentially forcing Mariam to become a prositute, so he can get money for alcohol, while in the manga the reason is unknown.

Cassim looks so... dead. God.

But I'm actually putting it here for the Al-Thamen. Markko, I think? Unimportant. The thing is, this is how Al-Thamen operates - by exploiting people who had reached the bottom, at their darkest, weakest points. People who have nothing and nobody else to turn to.

They offer them a way to escape.

And, honestly, no wonder they take it. Nobody else had ever offered them help. And it's not like Al-Thamen is doing all that much, right? - it just gives them the means, it doesn't fix their problems. It leaves them with the illusion of being in control.

Cassim loves him, too.

For all the hatred and envy he felt, he also loved Alibaba just as much. His best, brightest memories all surround Alibaba.

Fucks me up every time.

Like. GOD. Imagine you just fucking killed your father whose parting words were "you're a scum just like me", only to return home and have somebody say "Welcome back~" to you. Have somebody be so happy to see you they greet you even before you get inside. You feel like you're nothing, completely worthless person whose blood had been tainted since before they was born.

But somebody loves you.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sorry I'm not saying anything I'm busy CRYING

Like, fuck. Aladdin with tears in his eyes greeting Alibaba back, Alibaba thinking about Cassim's smile as he cradles his dead, withered body.

Like, bro, I'm sitting here fucking crying.

Oh, right, they're here, too.

Anyway, I'm sad. I don't have anything else to say. I'm sad.

#magi #saya's magi reread #alibaba saluja #cassim #kassim

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meadowmines · 8 months ago

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Some headcanon-leaning Majima meta/rambling/bullshit

I threatened to write this up over on a Discord and I'm now like a week ahead on Day Job Shit and I have time and it's fresh in my head so brace for hc/meta dump about Majima and Catching Feelings.

There is a whole sequence of Majima's Shoulder Devil Nishitani-voiced internal monologue I ended up cutting from The Bit, and while I did manage to keep that general thread in there, I wish I could have worked in this whole scene because it really spelled out a whole lot of Majima's bullshit. Specifically, how Majima believes he can't trust his own heart because he only ever loves people who are bad for him or who he's bad for.

It's not like he just pulled this out of his ass, either. Everyone he's shown as getting even the least little bit emotionally close to either has something awful happen to them, or does something awful to him. Saejima? Makoto?

And... Sagawa. Oof.

This is definitely my headcanon but tell me Majima, fresh out of a year in the hole, wouldn't just latch right onto the first person to show him even a little bit of kindness. Tell me Sagawa wasn't the exact kind of Bastard who would take advantage of that. There is a line Shoulder Devil Nishitani drops in that deleted scene, something to the effect of:

"He knew exactly what he was doin' to ya. Easier to put a collar on a dog that loves ya, right?"

And sure, he showed his true colors eventually and sure, Majima figured him out (or hell, he's enough of a Bastard that he might have even just come right out and said "sure I've been playing your heart like a cheap kazoo but you liked it so who's really at fault here? :)" ugh god I still wish we could have thrown him off a fucking pier but I digress). But the damage was already done.

As for the actual Nishitani: I think he was a little of both! He was also a Bastard, but the kind of Bastard that's exactly what it says on the tin and doesn't pretend to be anything but, and Majima was definitely skeeved out by getting hit on by this horny weirdo but also... kind of relieved, maybe? That this one was at least honest about his bullshit right up front? It sure would have been a refreshing change of pace after three years of Sagawa's mind game bullshit.

...and then of course he watched said weird horny bastard take like five bullets in center mass for him which, I would imagine, did little to dispel the "they're bad for me /I'm bad for them" dichotomy he'd built up. So that's always in the back of his head, that he can't trust his gut or his heart or his feelings, because every time he does someone gets hurt.

Then along comes Kiryu, who is both the first Secret Third Thing he's ever encountered, and somehow also both of the other two things at the same time and Majima does not know how to handle this. He's trying to push Kiryu away and drag him in closer at the same time. It's messy and ugly and he hates it but he has 0 idea how to be an adult human person in a healthy relationship of ANY kind with another adult human person and, let's be real here, neither does Kiryu.

Kiryu has NO idea what he does to Majima when he takes that bullet at the end of The Bit.

He thinks he had one chance to keep Majima from getting his head blown off and taking that bullet in his shoulder was the best thing he could do in that situation. And he wasn't wrong! He had to spend a night or two in the hospital about it, but he was fine! Majima was fine and went on to beat the shit out of the bad guys so Kuroshi and Kei-chan could deliver them to the Third Chairman in a gift bag with a shiny purple bow on top! Solid net positive outcome, right?

Does Majima see it that way? HE ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY DOES NOT! All he sees is one more person he's fallen in love with getting himself hurt, almost getting himself killed, and he knows he can never let it happen again but "never letting it happen again" means "cutting Kiryu out of his life" and at this point he might as well cut out his own literal heart.

And hoo boy does that shit ever compel me. I love reading and looking at other folks' soft fic and art, don't get me wrong, I love seeing these two happy, but I also love putting two dudes in the Feelings Smashing Machine and cranking that shit up to 11 and these two have a lot of delicious Feelings to smash, especially Majima.

#yakuza #headcanon bullshit #meta bullshit #majima goro #I just think he's neat #also his extensive trauma and trust issues

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The gold chapter 2

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The scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of Stolas's mansion. A sigh of contentment from Stolas is heard. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigar on Stolas' bed and folds his arms behind his head

Stolas says : "I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I Along with Athena have an engagement this month on the full moon." as he is then shown is be wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope

Blitzo then says "When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about..." He then uses a cigarette to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, who takes Blitzo's cigarette from him and takes a long drag of it

Blitzo then continues his sentence "But, do you and Athena really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll."

And stolas then says "As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself."

Stolas then puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves him away

Stolas then tells blitzo "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."

Blitzo then pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust he then says "Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.and is Athena coming with you I haven't seen her in a while"

Stolas then sits up and says "Oh! Yes Athena is coming with me Why don't you all join me and her at the festival? I can guarantee you all..."

He then pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near Blitzo's crotch he then continues his sentence "special access~" he then chuckles

Blitzo then says "Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly."

Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. As He does a playful owl head tilt

Stolas then says "I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival and I think Athena does to. It's the same every year."

And blitzo replies with "Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway."

And stolas in a baby voice says "Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait..." blitzo then waves a dismissive hand and says "oh fuck my clients!"

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we then cut to millie and moxxies apartment where they are sleeping moxxies phone then goes of which he ignores it. it then rings again and he upsetly sits up and answers the phone. "what do you want sir" he asks

answering the phone "Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year i know athena will be there as stolas just told me and i know millie and her are close.

to which millie hearing the harvest moon festival and athenas name says "the harvest moon festival and athena? yee fuckn' haw " to which moxxies sighs and says "well millie likes the idea.Wait... Where are you calling from?"

Blitzo falls down onto the bed++++++++ from the ceiling. His phone bonks him on the head. Moxxie narrows his eyes as Blitzo purrs happily. Moxxie looks annoyed while Millie seems amused

moxxie then says " Mm-hm... Of course."

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the scene then cuts to the ranch where millies family lives as the i.m.p van pulls up " Mama! Daddy!"Millie gets out of the van and happily runs toward her parents. Her father hugs her and spins her around before placing her down.

her father then says "Yeeeee-hawwww! How's my deadly little pumpkin spice doing?" he ruffles Millie's hair

affectionately. millie then says " I'm good, Pa! Thanks for lettin' us stay here for the harvest jamboree." her mother then says "It's no trouble. We know you aren't making as much anymore since y'all went "freelance".

to which millie says " Freelance pays fine, Ma! We're doin' fiiiiine! [serious] It's fine." Millie walks over to Moxxie, who is struggling to carry luggage. she then asks " Anyway, y'all remember my husband Moxxie?"

Millie shoves a nervous Moxxie in front of her parents . and They stare at him in disapproval millies dad says "hmph" and moxxie says

"Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here?" he then nervously holds out his hand to which joes tells moxxie that they lost theyre old farm hand in a one of those twisters last week.

which moxxie laughs nervously and says "Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir." to which blitzo tells moxxie to watch it and that he's the sir around there.

and millie says "Oh yeah! Y'a+ll haven't met my boss Blitzo! And his hellhound!" which causes loona to say "I'm not just his hellhound."

and blitzo says that she is also his daughter as he pulls lonna closer to him and loona looks at him affectionately.

she then says "only on paper"Blitzo walks away to greet Millie's parents. loona then pulls out her phone and starts typing while she says "Y'all don't deserve to know my name."

Blitzo walks over to Millie's parents. and says " It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory"

he shoves Moxxie away " that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a": he playfully elbows Millie " sturdy bitch!"

joe chuckles and says " That we did! So... Blitzo, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name."Blitzo and Joe then shake hands.

lin then says "It reminds me of war." to which joe sighs happily and says "Nothing like a little war to make a strong man!" he then flexes his bicep

blitzo then says "i like you people." and moxxie says

"Y'know... more battles were won by technological advances in warfare. I've researched the history of weaponry extensively, and it's inspiring how... for example,

the progression of guns utilizing angelic technology has changed the landscape of Hell's combative..."

millie makes a cut it out gesture to her husband as joe crosses his arms.

moxxie then says " I mean...." he then says the rest in a deep, awkward voice "War fun!"

joe then says "Guns get t+he job done... but a man ain't nothin' if he can't tear the head off a hellish beast with only his bare... hands!"

blitzo then insults moxxie saying " HAAAA! He's right, Moxxie!" he then speaks as baby talk " You got cute wittle baby hands like your baby dick!"

he then grabs Moxxie's hand and reaches toward his crotch. Moxxie slaps his arm away and moxxies tells blitzo to refrain.

joe then says "Speakin' of strong hands, y'all should meet our newest help. Hey striker!"

Black flaming hooves clop rapidly on the ground. An Imp's spiky tail whips a flank. An Imp wearing a cowboy hat rides a black hell horse with a fiery mane. The horse leaps over a fence.

The horse rears up and roars in front of the group. Striker tips his hat in greeting, a stalk in his mouth

striker then says "Well, howdy! Oh, lookie here! You must be the famous Mildred!" he then gets off his horse and walks up to millie.

"Heard some good things about you from your folks, little lady." he then winks at her millie then says "Ohhh!" and laughs sheepishly .

striker then shakes millie's hand. he then asks " What're y'all doin' so far away from Imp City? Heh. The free workin' finally slowin' down?"

and millie says "Oh, no! Freelance isn't free! It's a--... Never mind. We're just visitin' for the festival. The prince is our boss' [in a dramatic voice] boyyyyfrieeeend! and his twin is my close friend.

and blitzo says "Millie, I am not above hitting a female in front of her daddy." amd striker then asks "Boss, huh...? Ohhh, so YOU'RE the bold imp to start his own killing biz?"

and blitzo says "yeah, well if you're good at somethin', you should probably capitalize" and striker says " Not many Imps start businesses on their own. That's pretty impressive, sir."

and blitzo stuttering says "Oh...! Yeah? It is-- I- I- I guess- I guess it is, isn't it?" striker then asks "So you even conned that ditzy blueblood and his cute twin into gettin' you to the surface?"

striker and blitzo shake hands as striker asked this and blitzo says "Well, it's long and complicated, but the short answer is yes. But he's not like, you know-- W- We're y- We're not,

like... We're not doing it... We w- What's betw- It's a transactional fucking, you see and athena is not involved in it she has a husband who she has a great relationship with.

joe then says that striker and blitzo should join the pain games and Blitzo scuttles sideways over to Joe

he then says " I heard games! What games? I'm in!" lin then says "Every harvest festival, there's a competition to be the roughest, toughest bastard in Wrath!"

millie crosses her arms and pouts and says " Yeah! Wish I could play!" and lin tells her daughter "Millie, you know you get too carried away. The last competition ended in

fifteen separate funerals." millie then says " I'm aware, but I only caused nine of them! How come still gets to compete?"

and lin says "Your sister doesn't have a neighborhood head count" and millie says "she so does."Sallie May carries a sack and a small imp drags an Imp body in the background.

sallie may then says "It doesn't count if they don't find the bodyyyyyy!" in a sing song voice which causes her sister to seethe

lin then says "Still, you get to root for her and your brothers, and now you can cheer on your boss!" Moxxie puts a hand on Lin's shoulder.

moxxie says "Y'know, she can also cheer for me." joe wheeze-laughs and slaps his leg then says " ...Wait, you?"

and moxxie says " Yeah! I can compete, can't I?" Lin elbows him hard in the side. Moxxie tears up in pain.

joe then says "Sorry, boy. But, I don't think sensitive, thespian types would last very long in the games." and moxxoe says " I was born here, too! I have some fight in me!" he drawled the last part

Striker puts a hand on Moxxie's shoulder striker says "Huh. Well then, little fella... Why don'tcha help me wrangle one o' them hogs for dinner?"

Striker mentions to a large sleeping hell hog in a pigpen and moxxie says "Simple. Watch me!" Striker grins and hands Moxxie a dagger and rope

striker says "Nah... with these. Bullets can't pierce the shell. You gotta get the knife underneath and pry yourself an openin'."

Moxxie gulps and says "Oh! Right, right. I knew that." Blitzo leans in toward Moxxie and grabs his shoulders. Moxxie's eyes twitch

blitzo says " Now, just remember, your rep with the in-laws is on the line here! So, no pressure at all, you totally will not make an ass of yourself in front of everyone important in your life. Go get 'em, tiger."

blitzo shoves Moxxie forward moxxie says "Ohhh." and milllie says " Mox, you don't need to do this!"

and blitzo says "Oh, he totally does. KICK ITS ASS, MOXXIE! YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Blitzo cheers as Moxxie enters the pen. He nervously walks forward, knife in hand.

Moxxie leaps forward and wraps the rope around the hog's neck. He moves the knife down and it strikes harmlessly against the hog's hide. The hog roars and runs around, trying to buck Moxxie off.

blitzo shouts "FUCK yeah, Moxxie! Ride it, Moxxie! Make it that bitch you won't call back in the morning!" Loona grins and records a video on her phone. loona says "This is fucking beautiful."

blitzo says " Doin' great, Moxxie!" he then whispers to loona to send him the video later Millie watches in concern as Moxxie yelps and looks up. Striker leaps and pushes him

out of the way. Striker twirls the dagger in his hand and lifts it in the air with a smug grin. He brings down the knife and slaughters the hog.

Moxxie rubs his neck then says " Ow... My clavicle!" Striker stands over Moxxie, his spade tail rattling like a snake.

he them says "Don't worry, little one... You never stood a chance." he then walks away with the dead hog over his shoulder. Moxxie growls at him.

striker then asks blitzo " Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"and blitzo says " Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!"

and loona says "that's what she said " and blitzo thinking she was talking about a person asks " What "who said"? Wait, what bitch is talking shit about me?!"

Everyone but Millie and Moxxie leave for the house with the demon hog. Moxxie sighs sadly with his arm in a cast. Millie comforts him

millie says "Don't let 'em get to you. And hey, you don't need my parents to respect you. They will eventually." and sallie may says "no they won't."

millie then glares at sallie may and sallie may says "What? I'm right, ain't I?" moxxie drawls while saying "Oh, I'mma enter in those games." and millie sighs sadly.

sallie may appearing out of nowhere asks her sister "Hmm, how pissed would you be if I bet on him dyin'?" which her sister glares at her again.

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the Scene cuts to the Harvest Festival. wally wackford stands on stage with a microphone and speaks dramatically. " Welcome, I say-a, welcome-a... all to Wrath-a Ring's-a annual-a

Harvest-a Moon-a... a-Festival! To kick things up, we have the great prince Stolas-a, and his-a twin-n athena here to usher in this here Pain Games! Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford

stolas chuckles and says "How kind, Wackford. Greetings, tiny... Wrath Ring Imps! I and my twin sister hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell!"

A crowd of Imps glare at him and boos are heard stolas then says " I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest

Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially that sexy little one there... Yoo-hoo! Blitzy! but before we start my sister atheana will sing a song

athena then grabs the mic from her brother and starts to sing

♫Can't take my past,

Can't take my history♫

♫You could take my pa,

But his name's a mystery♫

♫Nothing you can take from me

Was ever worth keepin'♫

♫Nothing you can take

Was ever worth keepin'♫

♫Can't take my charm

Can't take my humor

You can't take my wealth♫

♫'Cause it's just a rumor

Nothing you can take♫

♫Was ever worth keepin'

You can't take my sass♫

♫You can't take my talkin'

You can kiss my ass♫

she shouts the last part. after this A gun goes off and the games begin. Moxxie gets trampled with a yelp as the other imps race down the trail. Striker climbs up a wooden ramp structure while Blitzo leaps

down ahead of him. Moxxie tries to catch up. He claws at the structure and falls into a small puddle. He gets chewed up and thrashed by a monstrous black and white shark.

In the next shot, Striker grins smugly at Blitzo who has his legs, arms and horns tied behind him. A muscular Imp holds a rope and grins at a scared Moxxie. Striker, Blitzo

and Moxxie team up in a tug of war match. Moxxie falls into the water and the shark attacks him again. The scene cuts to a wrestling match in the mud between Blitzo and

striker. A group of imps do a football huddle on top of Moxxie. The shark leaps over the fence and begins to elbow drop Moxxie

moxxie then screams "MOTHERFUC--!!" we then cut back stage

wally wackford says "I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!"

Stolas takes the microphone from Wally Wackford. stolas says " The winners are... Striker, aaaaand my darling Blitzy!"Stolas walks onto the stage and does a pose as the crowd cheers.

blitzo then yells at stolas to say his name right he then walks onto the stage in frustration. Moxxie and Millie watch from the wooden bleachers.

moxxie talking about striker says "Alright. So, he has the "physical advantage." I'm better at other things, like singing!" and striker then says

" I'd like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song I wrote just now, about me winnin'." as he pulls out a guitar Striker strums the guitar he pulled out.

moxxie then says "Oh, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

♫ Sweet victory... I smell the smell. ♫

Striker kicks a squealing fan girl in the face, sending her back to a group of imps who then maul her.

♫ From up in stinkin' heaven , to the rugged rocks of Hell, sweet victory ♫

♫ With everything I do ♫

♫ With every talent, I'm so much more talented than you ♫

Blitzo arrives with a slice of cheese on a stick and sits next to Moxxie and Millie in the bleachers. He eats the cheese

with his mouth ful blitzo asks " Isn't this guy great?" striker can be heared singing in the background moxxie then says " False!"

blitzo then says " It's gonna be nice workin' with him." as he then pours more hot sauce on his cheese and takes another bite

and moxxie says "Working with him...? WHAT?!" and blitzo says "Yeaaaah! I asked him if he wants to join I.M.P." and moxxie asks "You asked... But..."

Moxxie looks visibly hurt as Blitzo looks at him in confusion. striker is heared singing again and millie then says "Mox, I think you've had enough, for now. Let's head back to the house and get you clean."

♫ The super cool me, handsome guy- *cough* Moxxie, go fuck yourself ♫

Moxxie tears up and leaves with Millie as Striker finishes his song

♫ Did you hear something? It was just the wind. ♫

The crowd cheers. as athena looks confused worried about moxxie after hearing striker tell moxxie to fuck himself.

striker then thanks the crowd

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Volcanos with fiery spheres floating above them are revealed. Blitzo lies down on the ground and looks admiringly at Bombproof as he feasts on an animal carcass. Millie

beams beside her parents as her brothers load up jack-o-lanterns into a truck. Millie waves at them and runs off. Inside the cottage, Moxxie glumly walks up some stairs.

Moxxie notices light shining through the bottom of a door. and says "Well, that's troubling."

Moxxie opens the door and peers around. He notices the light coming from a box. He walks over and sees a rifle with glowing designs in an open gun case

"Oh, my crumbles!" He runs his hand along the side of the rifle "A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle! How... How in the fuck did he get one o' these?!"

Striker leans against the door frame behind him and asks "Why don't you ask me, little dude?"and moxxie says "Shit! W- Why do you have this... mister?! You are aware this kind of weapon can kill--"

and striker cuts moxxie off saying "...demon royalty?" and moxxie says "Yes. That." and striker says "No shit. " he flicks his wheat stalk away "That's kinda the point."

Striker runs his claws along the door. He closes the door and advances menacingly toward Moxxie with a grin.

moxxie says "Okay. Well I'm- I'm relatively concerned by your possession of this... I'm also glad my instant dislike of you has been vali-" striker then grabs Moxxie by the throat

and moxxie continues saying "-DATED!" Striker wraps his tail around Moxxie's neck. He tosses Moxxie hard against the wall. He chokes Moxxie on the floor as Moxxie hisses and tries to claw at him. Striker holds him

down with his body weight. Moxxie glances over to see a lamp on a table. He kicks the table and the lamp crashes into Striker. Millie hears the crash from outside. Moxxie

stands up and races toward the door. He pulls the door open but Striker roughly pulls him back by his tail. Striker covers Moxxie's mouth and begins to strangle him. Striker chuckles evilly as Moxxie begins to lose consciousness.

striker smirks as he says "pathetic" Millie appears behind Striker and stabs him in the back with a knife. Moxxie collapses to the floor. A feral, enraged Millie stabs Striker repeatedly in the back. She leaps onto

his back and holds the knife at his neck, but he breaks from her hold and stops her at the last moment. Striker then slams Millie off against the wall, breaking her arm. A

now-bleeding Millie collapses next to Moxxie, clutching her broken arm. Moxxie reaches his hand towards Millie

moxxie weakly says "millie..." striker grabs both of them by their hair and tosses them into a cellar. Millie cries out as her foot gets caught in a bear trap.

striker then says "I'd kill y'all, but I feel like there's more leverage with your rodeo clown of a boss if I don't! Plus, you little things ain't worth the cleanup."

Moxxie runs up the stairs, but Striker closes the cellar doors. Moxxie tries to push the doors, but they won't budge. moxxie worried says " Millie!"

Moxxie runs down the stairs to Millie, assessing her moxxie worried says " Oh, Satan!" and millie says "Moxxie, I'm fiiiine! I got worse than this during the flower tufts at my brother's

weddin'. But I caught that fuckin' bouquet, and it was fuckin' worth it! You just have to get out there, and fuck up that brownnosin' cocksucker for me!"

and moxxie says "But I can't break through it. I'm not strong enough." and millie says "Not with your hands, baby. Use what you're good at."

and moxxie asks his wife "I'm not good with my hands?" and Millie raises an eyebrow with an unamused expression.

and moxxie says "Ohhhh. Right. Yeah. Yeah." Moxxie pulls out a pistol and fires a hole in the door. He pushes the doors open

moxxie then says "I... I probably should've used this earlier, huh?" and millie says "I love you, hun... But, for fuck's sake!"

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Scene cuts to Stolas and athena on stage. Stolas magically flips through the grimoire stolas says "My dear commoners of the Ring of Wrath! I, Stolas of the Ars Goetia, hereby curse this year's

harvest with the glow of the true Harvest Moon!" The clouds swirl as Stolas creates a portal. The portal reveals a glowing orange full

moon in the sky. The crowd oohs in wonder. Striker chuckles darkly as he aims the rifle at Stolas' forehead. A click is heard behind him. Blitzo aims his flintlock pistol at him

blitzo says "Uh, excuse me? The FUCK?!" striker turns around and says "Bliiiitzo! I thought you were still at the ceremony!"

blitzo says ": You thought I wanted to stand around with a buncha hillbillies excited about corn n' shit with a thirsty owl and his nice twin on stage?!

Striker stands up and says " Huh. And now you seem disappointed in me." and blitzo says " Yeaaaaah. Well, I'm not a fan of someone I offered a job to about to off my easiest lengthy ticket to Earth behind my back."

and striker says " Blitzo, come on. You know, the two of us and that goetia girl are superior than most of our kind and her's . And you were so above suckin' on a disgusting, rich, pompous Goetia, only to sneak

topside for scraps and work for bitter sinners, who could care less who you are, when you could be slaying Overlords."

Striker walks around Blitzo. Blitzo's eyes move and he appears conflicted. He aims his gun as Striker moves in the shadows.

"Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you? When you could partner up with me and kill... the unkillable? while i take the owl girl for myself even if she says no "

Striker pins a frightened Blitzo against the wall. "Starting with the one that treats you like a plaything?"Blitzo grins in lust and says

" Ooh, that's kinda hot." ans striker says "We could be the most dangerous beings in Hell, Blitzo."and blitzo says "Wow. That was a good fuckin' pitch."

and striker says "Been workshoppin' it." Striker moves Blitzo's gun away

blitzo says "Y'know what? Fuck it. I'm in." striker grins, but hears another click

he then asks " huh?" Moxxie appears behind him with Striker's rifle. blitzo then says "Took ya long enough, Mox! Ha-HA! Wow, you should've seen your dipshit face!"

Blitzo looks down to see Striker holding the knife in his other hand from behind. he then says " Wow... Woah, okay. Cliché much?"

Striker points Blitzo's pistol at Moxxie. Moxxie blocks the bullet with the rifle side. and blitzo says "Oh, you daddy fucker!" Blitzo bites at Striker's arm

as striker screams "AAAAGH!!" The fight begins as Blitzo elbows Striker in the face. They exchange blows, and Striker slams Blitzo into Moxxie, both of them falling to the floor.

Moxxie sees the rifle on the floor and reaches for it. Striker pins Moxxie's arm down with his boot moxxie thenscreams "AAAAGH!!"

and striker says "you dumb fucks lost the upper hand fast, huh?" and blitzo says " HA! You seem to have forgotten something, fucko!"

Blitzo whistles for Loona. Outside, Loona hears it whilst using her phone he then shouts "Ugh, fuckin' damn it, Loona."

and striker says "It's a damn shame, Blitzo. We might actually've made a good team... Ah well. i'll just take the owl girl on my own some way "

and blitzo says "In your wet dreams, you honky-tonk GOAAAAT!" Blitzo swings his foot under Striker and trips him. Blitzo kicks Striker away, causing

him to drop his rifle, which Moxxie grabs. Blitzo races toward Striker and knock his head with a lamp. He lands punches at his face and swipes his tail at him. Blitzo uses

his tail to toss Striker to the side. Moxxie fires a warning shot near Striker's head. Blitzo and Moxxie close in on Striker and Blitzo pulls out his pistol.

striker then says "I still think it's embarrassing. You're wastin' a lot of potential relyin' on a weak little--"

Moxxie fires a shot near Striker. moxxie then asks "You gonna finish that fucking sentence... pard'ner?"

and striker says "Vermin." and moxxie says " Who's weak now, BITCH--?!"

Moxxie gets slammed by the door as Loona kicks it open to enter the room. and says "'Kay, I'm here."

Striker narrows his eyes and uses the distraction to kick Blitzo's gun out of his hand. He shoves Blitzo aside and heads toward the open window.

striker then says " Maybe you'll get me next time... Blitzy. and i will get that owl girl." Striker escapes through the window. Blitzo points his pistol outside, looking at the celebration in worry.

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the Scene cuts to the ranch. Lin bandages up Millie's arm as she sits with her foot in a cast. Moxxie struggles to fit clothes in a suitcase

lin asks "I can't believe you let him trap you, Millie! Haven't we taught you better?" millie then says " I was seein' red, Ma! And he was slippery!"

lin says "Excuses! You're better than that, Mildred!" Moxxie closes the trunk and marches over to Millie's parents.

moxxie then says "Y'know, she protected me. [drawl] And maybe I'm not a strong beefy dickhead, [normal voice] but Millie has the strength enough for both of us! You two are getting on her case about being hurt by a psychopath you hired?! [drawl] Shaaaaame on you!"

and blitzo says "Aw, Moxxie, look at you! Speechin' like a big boy with his big paaaants!" Joe glares at Moxxie, curtly nods and leaves

millie happily says "Wooow! He nodded! He's never acknowledged your input before!" Millie stands up on crutches and walks away

and moxxie asks "Soooo, is that progress?"

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the Scene cuts to a sign that reads "Hideaway Motel Vacancy. The Guy That Tried 2 Kill U Def Isn't Here." Striker is on a bed, talking on the phone.

" Huh... I failed to kill the target at the festival. But don't worry, ma'am... It won't happen again." and stella drums her fingers on the table impatiently.

then says "It better not! I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through, MAKE IT HAPPEN!"

stella is seen sitting at a dinner table with Stolas, who is reading a book called "Imps in the Sheets", and octavia . Stolas pauses from eating to look at his wife in concern while Octavia bops her head to music tapping on the wine glass with her fork

striker says "Understood." stella then hangs up the phone Striker twirls the gun in his hand

he then says " I'll get him next time.and i'll have his sister be mine"Striker chuckles evilly as he turns off the light. His yellow eyes glow in the darkness to rattlesnake hisses

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BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 914

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

"So you and Hira have been spending a loooot of time together these days." Seonghwa spoke to Hongjoong as he sat across the man who was reading peacefully on his bed.

"Yeah, she is our trainer, thats kind of the point of everything." He responds half heartedly

"Bullshit you know exactly what im getting at here, you like her." Seonghwa teased his best friend with a huge grin on his face

"Did you hit your head or something? Has wooyoung been playing with the accelerator gun again?" Hongjoong places his book open side down onto the bed.

"We've known each other for more than ten years hongjoong . I can tell by now when you're trying to avoid something. You like her, truth be told i think you have had a thing for her since the moment we got here."

"I just like hanging out with her, okay? She's fun to be around now that she's no longer so fussy and angry all the time."

"Are you sure that's all there is to it? Because i've seen the way you smile at her. The way your lips curl up into that satisfied grin every time you call her Tahani despite her telling you to call her Hira. You're always the first to volunteer to spar with her and sometimes the two of you sit alone in the memory room for quite some time not coming out until hours later." At Seonghwas words hongjoong simply sighs as he thought over his next few words.

"I don't know Seonghwa, getting close to her- since the first time she showed me her memories I could feel there was something more to her than she let others see. Shes so strong willed and determined and at such a young age she was able to tell right from wrong and set her own path. I'll admit when we all had our first encounter with her when we arrived I told myself I wouldn't even get involved with someone that wanted nothing to do with us, but I let my curiosity get the best of me at some point. She's a lot deeper than I thought she was that day. Yeah she's always been beautiful but, ive always seen more than that."

"So you do like her..why not tell her how you feel? I mean there's no telling what happens during the evaluations especially if we fail to pull through."

"I cant tell her because I'm not good for her Seonghwa. Looking back at her memories all anyone from Alaura towers has ever done was cause her to suffer. If I tell her how I feel and at some point in time she ends up broken that all will fall upon me and I don't think I can take being the one to make her break. Because of Eden she lost her family, a normal life, and even her and Jonghos friends. Though on the outside she's tough her memories have all shown how fragile she could be and I don't want to be the reason she breaks.

Skylar district April 5th 2064

"I got it i finally got it!" Yeosang bursts into their shared living quarters scaring Mingi who had been half asleep on the couch nearly half to death.

"Got what exactly" wooyoung responds watching as Yeosang scattered a bunch of papers over the coffee table.

"Is Hira here?" He asks looking specifically to hongjoong

"No, she and Jongho are out training with some of the new recruits to help prepare them for the evaluations." His response earns a small cheer from Yeosang who rushes back to the door to slam it shut.

"Whats this about Yeo?" Seongwa asks as he emerges from the kitchen, cup of coffee in hand.

"Well as all of you know ive been a little absent lately due to my time in the OASIS."

"Eris has seen more of you in the last few months than we ever have." Mingi spits out and the others simply nod their heads in agreement before edging him to go on.

"That aside, you know how Hira can no longer feel some of the things or do some of the things She used to right? Ever since we decided to stay ive been trying to figure out some kind of way to make it possible for her to feel again and i finally got it." He hands each of them his findings as he continued on with his explanation.

"Micro androdic skin regeneration. Basically if we take these little microbots and get them through her blood stream it'll regenerate skin. Though it wont help with the fact that she can no longer have kids, if we do this she'll be able to love a normal life again. Go out in the rain, feel the heat of the sun, yknow."

"Yeosang, this is amazing." Sans eyes scanned over the paper in amazement.

"She's gonna be so happy to hear this." Seonghwa adds on before placing the paper back on the table.

"There's just two small details that can make or break this discovery." They all stared up at him cautiously waiting for his next words.

"Theres a 50% chance that if the surgery isnt performed right..we just might lose her"

"And the other thing?" Yunho asks, knowing that after the first thing he said the next couldn't be any better

"The equipment we need, the microbots we need aren't here at Sector 1 they're in the alaura tower."

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