#but you never know. Will could go to superhell

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Unpacking Will Solace’s Character

I’ve seen a lot of Will Solace hate since TSATS and it’s really starting to bother me. As a person that relates heavily to Will’s character, it’s upsetting to see him get bashed across the internet, especially considering we’ve never actually gotten to know his character. Personally, I feel like a lot of people are basing his character around headcanons and fanfiction (which I am guilty of) and were disappointed when he wasn’t who we saw him as. 

It doesn’t help that the only time we got to see Will’s POV it was short and through the eyes of others. He’s also not this big hero like all the characters in the PJO universe. His powers aren’t that strong, he’s not a prophecy child, and his talents are mediocre. Will is the most human demigod we’ve ever been introduced to. I can understand why his character doesn’t feel multi-dimensional compared to everyone else, but in my opinion, he was fleshed out very well. 

Yes, there are a few things I was disappointed by. I wish they talked about Will’s past more and his grief over his dead siblings. I wanted him to have his own weapon, even if it was an old bow he never used or a lyre like Apollo used in TOA. But I will always love that they changed him from the calm, collected counselor healer to an anxious, depressed, self-doubting person because it fits him so well. How could he not feel these things after losing friends and family? After being abandoned by everyone around him? Or being forced to take on the caretaker role of the entire camp because he was the only one left? 

I’m going to continue this down below, so if you don’t want major spoilers for TSATS, don’t continue reading. Also this is long as hell in case you just want to skim. 

Every time Will was mentioned in the books, it was from someone else’s POV and it was a few lines at best. 

Will has always been described as the cool, relaxed, go-with-the-flow type of guy. He was the person with a level head and knew exactly what to do. But guess what? Underneath that cool exterior was an anxiety riddled people pleaser who threw himself at every problem because that’s what he was told to do. The Apollo cabin was always the head medic team. After Lee and Michael died, Will was basically thrust into that position of power. He was trusted to take care of his younger siblings, trusted to take care of the entire camp. If he let them down, it was going to cost lives. Of course he’s going to be scared and nervous, but he can’t show that. Would you want a doctor with shaky hands and sweat running down their neck? Would you want to be taken care of by a person who doubted and second guessed themselves out in the open? 

As someone who was given a lot of responsibly and forced to grow up at a young age, I completely understand this. You want to try to make everything better for others around you, you get scared when you fuck up, and you HATE when people can’t rely on you. That’s why you will never show how scared you are to fuck up. You will never let people get inside your head because if they can’t rely on you, what good are you? Breaking out of the role that everyone else gave you because they trusted you is scary and hard. 

Nico is probably the only person who knows what Will really thinks. Will trusts Nico with his anxiety and overthinking because he’s comfortable enough around him to show that side. He knows he doesn’t have to Mr. Hero in front of Nico and that’s such a precious and important bond to make with someone. 

Will was valid for being whiny and irritated for most of the book. 

First, Will has ANXIETY. If you don’t know what it’s like to live with anxiety, count yourself lucky. It feels like your thoughts are attacking you constantly. It’s like an uphill battle between rational thought and absolute chaos. I can’t get in my car without thinking of all the ways I could die before I buckle my seatbelt. Imagine going to SuperHell for the first time in your life! Not only that, but people told Will constantly that as a child of Apollo he was basically fucked. The three strongest demigods that made it back almost went insane! Of course Will is going to be upset, irrational, irritated, and uncomfortable. 

In TOA, he voiced several times how he thought it was a bad idea and that he really didn’t like it. This is not a new thing for Will’s character at all. For him to be willing to cross a line he had made concrete shows that he loves and cares for Nico. But that shouldn’t mean he isn’t allowed to be uncomfortable. 

Second, for anyone saying he could have stayed at camp instead of going has never sacrificed their comfort for someone else. There are so many instances in my life where I went way out of my comfort zone because I knew my friends/family wanted me there. Did I complain? Hell yes. Did I still do it? Hell yes! If Will had said, “Nico, I can’t do this and I refuse to at least try,” I would have lost so much respect for his character. Instead he sucked it up, even when he was already practically dying before they got there. 

Three, Will was worried about Nico. He’s never experienced Tartarus, he’s never been to the Underworld. While Will has definitely faced his share of demons, he’s never stood in Nico’s shoes. So when his boyfriend is having vivid nightmares and hearing voices, he’s going to try and rationalize it for Nico because that’s what he has done his entire life. Will is the “healer.” He is supposed to fix things, not let them traipse off to hell like it’s a vacation spot. 

Four, this is a 15 year old. Fuck, even now at the ripe ole age of 20, I’d still be shaking in my boots terrified at the thought of going somewhere that is practically a jailhouse for the worst creatures in creation. Will has little to no experience on the field (He ran from six guards without even trying to pull out a weapon. The worst thing he’s ever said to his enemies was “anemic loser” and didn’t even want to kill Octavian. Every battle before that he had an older sibling to look up to and care for him). So yeah, I’d just be a tad bit nervous and annoying.  

Will asking Persephone how to love someone from the Underworld was honest and raw. 

This scene broke me in ways I can’t even describe because of how real it felt. If you’ve ever been in a deep and caring relationship (friendship counts) you should understand. Like Persephone said, love is something you choose and it’s complicated and messy even for people who were practically made for each other. For Will to ask how to love someone from the Underworld shows that he is actively choosing to understand and love Nico. 

I get that most people interpret Will’s lines as “How do you love someone so filled with death?” but really he’s asking how do you love someone who acts like he doesn’t want to be loved? How do you love someone that pulls away from your light no matter how desperately you try to give it them? How do you love someone who hides parts of themselves from you? 

Will is a healer, he fixes things. It’s not until this scene that Will realizes the only thing Will needs to fix is his perspective on Nico. That darkness and hurt and trauma is okay. It’s also a scene where Will realizes he doesn’t have to force down his own trauma anymore. 

Will loves Nico and it’s so obvious he scared to lose him. He thinks he’s weak and broken and incapable of helping Nico escape his trauma. His insecurities shadow him and he’s confused about how to navigate this relationship because he thinks he needs to be the leader. How can he lead if Nico won’t let him? How can he help when he doesn’t know how? Persephone’s scene was Will’s chance of finding guidance from someone who could understand exactly what he’s thinking

People in their late 40′s still can’t get relationships down. Why are we pushing unrealistic relationship ideations on a 15 year old who doesn’t even know who he is yet?

Will was not useless. 

Sorry that the relationship duo isn’t Mr. Badass and Mr. Badass 2.0. Will not being a fighter is refreshing to see because honestly I’m quite tired of seeing badass couples in every book/movie. Not everyone is strong and powerful and super awesome. Will is a nerd that likes healing people. Why isn’t that enough? 

“He’s described as having muscles,” “He’s a field/combat medic,” “He fought in the wars,” “He carries people all the time,” “He trains with the Apollo cabin.” Okay and? I was raised to work hard and protect myself. I work out and I know how to use a bow and knife. Does that mean I want to? No. 

I’d also like to point out that almost everyone in camp is described as having muscles. You kind of have to when your life motto is Try not to die or get eaten. Also they train on lava walls, jump eight foot pits, and weapons. I get a little bit of muscle going on my silly little walks, I’d be fucking jacked if I was actively training. 

Second, Will has never once been described fighting monsters/demigods. I don’t doubt that he’s had a few encounters, but the boy practically specializes in RUNNING AWAY. He’s a feral little animal that finds injured demigods and sprints them away to the medic center while occasionally bashing monster heads in. He’s strong because he needs to be, not because he wants to be. Strength also doesn’t equal battle prowess. 

Not to mention, he hates killing! He didn’t want to kill Octavian despite Octavian being the actual worst. He runs away as a distraction even though he had weapons on him. He got upset when Nico threw Sherman Yang out of the chariot in TOA. Monsters are different, but monsters are also scary. Will is terrified of demon pigeons, you really think he’s willingly gonna go one-on-one with anything bigger than his pinky? 

I’ll admit, I hated that he didn’t have a weapon in Tartarus. I thought it was really stupid and out-of-character because my anxious ass would have loaded up. Still, it was kind of funny when they described Will bashing rocks over monster’s heads during their fight with Nyx. 

My final point for this: Will was Nico’s support system and that was the point. Will knew he wasn’t going to throw hands with anyone. He went because he knew Nico needed him even when Nico told him to stay. Will was going to trek through SuperHell with the love of his life and hold his hand to remind him that he was loved. Will wanted Nico to know that he’d literally go to Hell and back for him and that’s what mattered. 

Nico didn’t ask Will to be the Hero. Nico states several times that the reason he loves Will is because he wants to heal and he’s so stubborn to find the good in everything. And that’s exactly what Will did. He offered support, care, and reminders. He was going to understand and love Nico, even through the darkest parts of his life. 

Will is one of the best support systems in a PJO couple duo. 

It makes me incredibly sad to see people call Will toxic when he gave his entire life to support Nico. I won’t deny that he complained a lot and said hurtful things and that he occasionally belittles Nico’s feelings. But Will didn’t know he was doing those things. He thought he was helping Nico navigate his PTSD. How is someone who is still emotionally developing his own character supposed to know how to take care of someone else’s? 

Will also clearly showed love and affection towards Nico. He met all his friends and was polite to them even when they looked scary. Will risked his life several times before they got to Tartarus and still insisted on continuing. Built a Minecraft house for his boyfriend and left him a KitKat bar because he knew he would feel fatigued (also Will brought KitKat bars, meaning he was already thinking of Nico’s health beforehand). He tried to be useful by scouting ahead because he felt like he was being a burden on Nico. He kissed him, called him silly nicknames, hugged him, respected his boundaries (asking to hold him instead of trying to comfort him immediately), and oh yeah, went to Tartarus when he was obviously quaking in his flipflops. 

He also helped Bob when he had no idea who/what he was, comforted Nico when he was beginning to lose hope, acknowledged his mistakes and admitted he needed to try harder, realized he didn’t need to fix Nico and that his boyfriend was perfect the way he was, and learned that Nico wasn’t going to leave him. 

Love is complicated. Love is something you choose. And Will chooses to love Nico. Also for everyone saying a year is long enough to learn/realize these problems already and have them solved, you need to take the rose tinted glasses off. I’ve been with my partner for almost four years, and I’m still learning things about our relationship. We argue, we don’t always meet eye-to-eye. Our own trauma and experiences surface and it gets difficult. But do we just call it quits and throw everything into the trash? No. We talk, we problem-solve, we come back and try to understand each other even if we don’t know how to do that. A year is nothing. A year is puppy love and excitement. It’s like your favorite movie on repeat. All the problems are ignored because you don’t want to see them yet. 

So for a pair of 15 year old's who just came to terms with their sexuality, I think that they are doing pretty damn good at this love thing. 

Anyway, that’s all I really wanted to say. Even though we’ve had Will for years, we’ve never gotten to know his true character until now. It’s raw and weird and doesn’t fit the mold of Will Solace, son of Apollo we all created him to be. You can still hate his character or whatever, I’m not going to try to change your mind. But don’t hate on everyone else who loves him and loves this book. 

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I don't want to call out any responses in particular, so I won't. but on the subject of exile textually taking place for several months (as stated by the characters in roleplay) I just !

find it Extremely Strange that the constant reaction to that is that tommy's perception of time is unreliable and therefore we should work off of the assumption that it's wrong.

like don't get me wrong, that could Absolutely be an intentional aspect of a story about mental health and trauma. loss of time is a really common symptom, for instance. I struggle with the passage of time a lot when my mental health gets bad in a certain way.

but it's strange to me because the fandom Only does this with tommy.

wilbur says that he spent 9 years in superhell and this is taken unquestionably at face value, even as the fandom refuses to age him up to reflect this. the entire Idea of what limbo is and what it does to people was changed to accommodate wilbur's description of it. and it's just taken for granted that wilbur's perception of his time there is completely 100% correct.

and I'm not saying that we Should start questioning it, but being in an infinite void with absolutely no contact with the outside world that never changes seems far more disorienting time-wise than like. living on a beach where you can see the sun rise and fall every day.

but it's Assumed that wilbur must know while it's insisted over and over again that tommy's own perception cannot be trusted.

and this is all Especially weird because ! tommy Wasn't the only person who referenced the amount of time that passed. dream was very much so Also there. when tommy commented on going without a visitor for days at a time (outside of dream himself) dream would agree. when tommy referenced weeks dream would agree.

and yes, dream put the Gaslight in girlboss. he very much so Wants tommy to be out of touch with reality and unsteady on his feet. but you'd think pointing Out that discrepancy would Be The Point.

when tommy hallucinated tubbo dream was there to tell him that his perception of reality was wrong. that tommy should stop listening to his own mind and start listening to dream instead. that when dream tells him that something happened one way then it Did regardless of what he thinks he remembers.

so if tommy really Was wrong, if his perception of time in exile was off by Literal Months. you'd think dream would've taken Advantage of that instead of just. letting it slide.

it's just Strange that this appears to be a double standard. people don't even argue that Fundy's perception of time is wrong when he insists that he's been on vacation for a full year after like, a month long break from streaming.

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those of u who still follow me for house md should know that me and @superhell starting talking through being two of the only people posting abt house md on here back in december 2022 and then we found out we were going to the same college. met up. now he's one of my best friends and we're living in the same building next year. this is an inspirational story your tumblr mutual could literally be right around the corner you never know unless u ask #doxxing

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ok . ok. im going to go insane now that im out of jail

so my blorbo is back and got to superhell in litteralyl 30 minutes

I REALLY wanna knwo where qmariana had been thewhole time, its implied he went to heaven liek he keeps saying his cubuto died. most likely out of grief so he could join flippa in the afterlife. and then in the return stream, he said he prefers it in heaven, not in the nether.

and GOD MARIANA CLOCKED CODEFLIPPA LITTERALLY FIVE MINUTES IN FROM HER WEIRD SPEAK TO THE FACT SHES HESISTATE ADN SLIPPED ABOUT LIKING MEAT

of course qmariana KNOWs thats not her daughter, she's closer to juanaflippa and acres for her deeply, and he's not been tormented failing to grieve over and over, not liek slime who is at his emotional breaking point because of his coping mechanisms that harm him. qmariana, ig compartively, he's better than qslime emotionally, not great in a sense but mostly MUCH more stable, theres no cloud of denial he has to sweep thrugh, its clear as day even if he never learned about the codes disguising themselves as eggs

god the parallels of mariana, an angel condemning codeflippa as a demon, yet beign tricked into hell and sent furhter anyway

codeflippa most likely doesnt care for mariana because she doesnt know her, so she has no problem with littterally plummeting him. one of the cockroaches named after slime's enemies is called "Mi Puta Esposa", Mariana. She griefed his home and im sure nto really grasping why Slime "hates" mariana so much but taking her view of Mariana as negatve anyway. she has no qualms.

what gets me is she talekd about knowing where the eggs are, when she knows that mariana lost his egg and mostly would not care as much. its interesting that she said the nether is where the eggs are and i dont know if its a trick

"Ahora tu nombre es azul y por su victoria pelerás" (i cant

"Now your name is blue and for victory you will fight."

i litterally do not know what this could mean

a blue name, team blue??i cant tell what blue would mean? maybe ocean, teh sky, i dont know but im scareddd AND FUCKGIN EXITGTEDDDDDDDDDD

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I wish you would write a fic where... Theron somehow amasses a following of actual, physical porn bots droids and shenanigans ensue

I saw this prompt come in and devolved into a fit of heinous cackling. How, oh how could I resist trying to render our collective Tumblr nightmare into fictional text form?

Context: While not required reading, this is technically a sequel to this stunning crackfic, authored so long ago. If you need a refresher on the Medical Droid Love Triangle Saga, follow this link. Or this one, which is the real villain origin story of this fic. Or don't, you're already cursed if you click beyond the read more of this post.

With special thanks to @grumpyhedgehog, @sandwyrm, @storyknitter, @kitsonpaws, and @andveryginger for providing me with ideas, cursed pornbot summaries, and many cursed HoloNet websites that should never exist. You are not required to read any of this.

Technically rated T, but in reality rated N for Nobody, because no one should have to read this. I'm packing my bags, as my ride to superhell just came. Enjoy.

It had started as such a normal day -- if you could indeed have called any day on Odessen “normal”. What with the galaxy always being at the brink of some disaster or another, and their merry little band of misfits being led by the galaxy’s most notorious do-gooder, Theron’s schedule and to-do list had a tendency to get derailed on almost a daily basis.

This, however, was not how that usually happened.

He’d paused, mid-step, finger still hovering over his datapad, mid-entry as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, slowly dawning horror washing over him. His head turned slowly, like one of those doomed characters in a horror holofilm to look at the droid he’d just passed.

It was one of the new ones that had come in on a recent shipment. So new in fact, that there was still a fleet of them in the middle of being unpacked in the Logistics Wing. Shining, tall and blue, its highly polished quadranium head pivoted to look back at him.

“What,” Theron swallowed, willing his voice to sound even and not give in to the creeping dread, “what did you say?”

“Theron Shan,” the droid repeated helpfully, “is a master lover.”

“Oh no.” The words slipped out of their own accord.

“Just a moment, sir,” the droid continued, seemingly oblivious to the human’s distress, “I’m not quite done with your evaluation yet. Let’s see, where were we?”

“No no no no.”

The round flattened dome that served as its head tilted to one side, beady orange eyes sweeping over Theron from head to toe, before resuming its cheery, if horrifying report. “Subject is an exemplary specimen. In good cardiovascular health, above average muscle tone. Tall, well-built, and very clean...”

“Um,” Theron stammered. “I’m...” Flattered? Taken? Leaving? Wait--yes, that last one. “Going now!”

He didn’t give the cursed machine any more time to continue ogling him, instead taking off down the hall at a very brisk walk that nearly bordered on a jog. His mind raced at he beat a hasty retreat, trying to understand what was happening. It had been over a year since the The Incident, dubbed by some as the “Sexy Spy Virus”, and others by much more crude names, where a little harmless reprogramming had taken on a life of its own. Theron had been meticulous in his coding of the antivirus, wanting to ensure that the entire debacle would be forgotten. There was simply no way that it could crop back in on its own.

“Theron,” the brisk accented tone of one Lana Beniko burst in over his comm, “why did a droid just feel the need to inform me that they found rust on its insides during its last tune-up?”

“I don’t know,” Theron insisted, but his words were almost drowned out by a metallic clanking echoing down the corridor.

He threw a look over his shoulder, and to his horror, saw that his robotic admirer had decided to give chase. 

“I’m going to have to call you back,” he quickly said into the comm as the droid picked up speed from a walk to an all out gallop.

“Theron,” she sounded both concerned and exasperated, which, considering Lana, was about par the course, “what’s going on?”

“Save me!” He shouted as he took off a dead sprint.

In his many years in the field, Theron had been threatened, sure. Shot at? Many times. He’d been drugged. Tortured. Stabbed through the gut with a lightsaber pike and lived to tell the tale. He’d run into Sith, Revanites, bounty hunters, thugs, fanatics and cultists alike. He’d been in more firefights than he could remember, and more covert ops than he cared to. He’d even been accused of being a traitor (although that was kind of the point at the time).

None of that compared right now to being chased down by a droid yelling at top volume claiming he was the best lover it had ever seen.

And this time, he was pretty sure it wasn’t actually his fault.

He rounded the corner from the corridor leading from the Logistics Wing, passing by the Commander’s (and at this point, his) Quarters. HK-55 and Z0-0M straightened to their full height at his arrival. Oh thank the Force, allies.

“Salutations: Agent Shan, you are looking quite spry today.”

“What?” he panted as he approached.

“Yes, Agent Shan, don’t believe what anyone else is saying!” Zeeyo exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. “Your undercarriage doesn’t look rusty at all!”

Mind sharp as a tack, Theron realized the implications of this just in time, and dodged to the side, ducking and rolling as the assassin-turned-bodyguard droid lunged forward to trap him in a bear hug. Not pausing to even catch his breath, as soon as his feet hit the ground he propelled himself forward and further down the hall.

“Frustration: I only wish to profess my admiration for you, Agent Shan!”

“Nope nope nope nope!” Desperation was starting to tinge the edges of his words now.

The metallic clanking intensified as more droids behind him joined in the chase, all of their vocabulators joining in unison to tell him in one way, or another, that he was in fact, the pinnacle of sexual prowess.

Theron couldn’t run forever, despite whatever their programming was forcing them to say, his stamina would give out before the lustftul droids’ power supplies. As the corridor zigged and twisted, he saw an opening in the form of a door sliding open. Without hesitation he dove in, shoving the individual there, thankfully made of flesh and bone, aside as he slammed the door controls.

The door slid securely shut just as the thunderous clanking filled the corridor beyond, their lustful words of appreciation and encouragement nearly drowned out by the racket. Theron hadn’t bothered to look or count, but he was pretty sure that the number had risen from three in the scant moments it had taken Theron to dart from one corridor to the next.

He held up a hand to his lips as he turned to thank the person who had unwittingly provided his temporary salvation. The words of gratitude died on his lips, as he realized exactly who’s room he had sought refuge in.

For a moment, Theron truly considered surrendering himself to the lusty droid mob.

Draike Highwind’s face was caught somewhere between confusion and amusement, but the latter was winning out as he started to decipher individual phrases drifting in from the corridor. A dark brow arched higher, lips twitching with undisguised mirth as the stupid blue droid that had started this whole mess yelled once again about Theron being a master lover.

More seconds passed, the ruckus quieting down, before silence descended once more, and it was finally safe to speak.

“So,” Draike drew out the word, somehow lacing it with more innuendo than all of the malfunctioning droids combined, “what ya been doing, Shan?”

“Nothing!” he insisted, voice still hushed just in case one of the droids could somehow hear.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” His brother-in-law’s smirk widened into an almost feral grin, eyebrows waggling. “Sounds like you’ve been getting... busy.”

One of the greatest mysteries in the galaxy was how one man could make anything sound that dirty. “I was minding my own business!”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

“I mean...” If looks could kill, the pilot would have melted on the spot. Unfortunately for Theron, Draike was apparently immune to that sort of thing. “How often do I get the chance?”

“Did you do this?”

“Me?” Draike let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Stars, I wish I could have thought of something this good! These are memories I will cherish forever.”

Theron massaged the bridge of his nose. “I hate my life.”

“I mean, I’m not really into droids,” Draike went on, either not knowing (or more likely caring) about his brother-in-law’s predicament, “flesh is more my kind of thing. But you know, if you and the little lady need to spice things up by bringing in a little metal--”

“Please stop. I’m begging you!”

“Begging, eh? So you’re saying you’re more into--“

“Forget it, I’m taking my chances with the sex-crazed machines roaming the halls.” His palm hovered over the door sensors.

“Theron, wait!” There was enough urgency in Draike’s voice to give him pause. “It’s dangerous out there, take this.”

At first, he was honestly afraid to look, expecting to be offered something like a condom or some other bad joke, but was surprised to see the other man holding out a stealth generator.

“To escape your fans.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

“I know. I’m a genius.”

“I didn’t say that.” He quickly nabbed the stealth generator before Draike could change his mind and frowned at the initials carved in the side in Aurabesh. “Is this even yours?”

“Eh, close enough.”

Whatever, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Theron would deal with those potential repercussions later.  He flicked on the power to the stealth generator which let out a low, almost inaudible hum as a burst of life engulfed his form. He closed his eyes against the sudden burst of brightness, and when he opened them again, dark spots of the light pattern danced in his vision for a few seconds. He blinked a few more times before they faded away.

He waved an arm experimentally in front of his face, and only felt the slight movement of air. Draike didn’t seem to react at all, and that was probably good enough.

“Thanks,” he said, palming the sensor to the door.

Draike rolled his eyes and ambled out into the corridor, looking around with the air of a man all too used to hiding from those looking for him. Theron watched as he raised a hand to a very slowly moving GNK power droid.

“How’s it hanging?”

“GONK!” 

“Oh yeah? You don’t say! I think I saw him head that way.” Draike pointed in the direction leading to cantina. “Just between you and me, I heard he’s sweet on that droid who’s a comfort enthusiast.”

“GONK! GONK! GONK!”

Still hidden underneath the stealth field, Theron had to bite down the urge to make any noise of frustration and just turned an invisible, irritated gaze at the other man’s back. As if sensing Theron’s irritation, Draike just grinned wider.

“Yeah, you know how those spy types are. Always toying with droids’ hearts. You could do better than him.”

“GONK!”

“Oh, you spicy droid! Yeah, trundle off that way, big guy. I’m sure you’ll catch him!”

With a loud clanking, the GNK droid began his slow and steady journey towards the cantina. As the echoes finally faded, Draike casually stretched, pointing towards the direction of the War Room.

Theron skulked on by, but not before giving his brother-in-law a well deserved whop upside the head. The stealth field flickered momentarily on the physical contact before shimmering back into place.

“It’d serve you right to get caught by doing that,” Draike sniffed indignantly, “after all I’ve done to help you.”

“When all of this is over--”

“Hush now,” Draike waved at the air in front of him. “You have bigger problems to deal with. Meanwhile, I will be heading to the cantina. And definitely won’t be live-streaming any brawls breaking out over the Master Lover breaking droid hearts everywhere.”

Theron snorted out an annoyed breath, and checked his urge to trip Draike as he sauntered off, hands jammed into his pockets as he whistled a jaunty tune. Like the purloined stealth generator, he’d have to worry about slicing and corrupting any servers containing evidence of this mess after he figured out how to stop whatever this was from spreading any further.

The upside to this whole unfortunate side encounter, was that the stealth generator made it possible for him to quietly creep around any droids he passed in the corridor. Most seemed to be making a hasty exit for the cantina, almost as if word had spread of Drake’s false rumor about his and C2-N2’s torrid love affair and every heartbroken circuit was flocking in that direction now.

And when he thought about it like that, when exactly had this become his life? Oh, right. Like fifteen minutes ago. Or however long this nightmare had started. Time had sort of lost meaning, if he were being honest.

He managed to make it to the war room, undetected and unmolested, and quietly snuck his way towards the irritable blonde Sith, holding her head in her hands as if she were battling the world’s strongest migraine. As Theron approached the Sith, he could hear her muttering under her breath in frustration. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat, causing her to jerk her head up in surprise.

“Who’s there?”

“Quiet,” Theron hissed. “They might hear you.”

“Oh, for Sith’s sake,” she exhaled, “where in the blazes have you been?”

“Hiding,” he whispered urgently. “These droids have all gone haywire!”

“And who’s fault is that, I wonder.”

“Not me,” he insisted, “not this time!”

“Right,” she said sardonically, “and I suppose that’s why there isn’t a reality holoseries entitled ‘Programmed for Love’ currently being live-streamed in the cantina for the entire HoloNet to see.”

“Damn it, Draike!” Theron cursed. “I thought he was joking about that.”

“Of course. How did I not see that coming?” she muttered.

“I’ll slice in and scrub all of the servers after we figure out this... this... whatever this is?”

“Your insecurities laid bare in binary?” she suggested, oh so helpfully.

“Why did I come to you for help again?”

“Because--”

It was at that point, that a probe droid, currently speeding its way towards the cantina, happened to take notice of Lana talking to thin air, and veered off its intended trajectory, heading straight for Theron’s position near the back of the war room. If the loud alarms and flashing lights were any indication, it had been able to see through his stealth generator.

Wait... those weren’t alarm proximities it was flashing. As Theron watched its rapid approach, he couldn’t help but stare at it in dumb fascination, brow furrowing as he tried to make out the images it was projecting. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost say it was a bizarre mixture of Aurabesh and hologlyphs.

He squinted, just able to make out: “DX-98 🤖🔥 Analytical  Scanner 💋🙏 Okara Droid Factory 🔍🌌💕 Exobiology Research 🥵🍑 Top HoloFans 0.7%!”

Before he had a chance to process any of that, the droid was already upon him, pincher arms spreading wide to snap him up for some purpose far beyond its original programming. He only had milliseconds to react before the droid reached him, when an explosive force sent the droid flying backwards harmlessly, and had Theron landing ungracefully on his tailbone. The stealth field fizzled out with a pop on his impact with the ground.

A familiar figure landed between him and the droid, twin blue scarves billowing behind her dramatically, blonde ponytail swaying with the motion of her movement. A small frown of concentration bunched her forehead as his wife threw a concerned look in his direction.

“You requested rescue?” Grey asked.

“Ah, my knight in shining armor has arrived,” he quipped back.

“I am not wearing my armor.” The frown of concentration morphed into one of confusion.

“I--never mind.” He pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his hands. “Thank you for the timely intervention.”

She graced him with a hint of a smile and a bob of her head in acknowledgment. “Any time.”

“As touching as all of this is,” Lana broke in sourly, “it still doesn’t solve our larger problem.”

“Yeah,” Theron rubbed the back of his neck, “you’re not wrong. It sounds like this has spread across the entire base?”

“It appears that way,” Lana said tightly. “You know, you assured me that all of this had been taken care of the last time we dealt with this issue.”

“Hey now,” he bit back, “I’m a man of my word!”

She snorted at that. “Tell that to the Umbaran Transit Authority.”

“How are you still mad about that?”

“You tazed me!”

“Focus,” Grey said, eyeing the stunned probe droid warily. “If memory serves me correct, you had a program you deployed to revert the programming of the droids the last time this happened.”

“Yes, that’s what doesn’t make sense.” He watched as the holoprojectors on the downed probe droid flickered, hologlyphs flashing rapidly in the War Room’s dim light. “I programmed it to eliminate all trace of the offending code. The only way it could be reappearing now is if someone took one of the infected droids offline before I deployed...”

Lana arrived at the same conclusion right about the time that Theron did, picking up the thought. “I seem to recall a certain someone requesting you replicate your work for less-than-legal purposes.”

Theron angrily punched the button on his comm as he growled, “Gault!”

The Devaronian’s voice came back immediately, almost a little too suave. “Theron! What a surprise to hear your dulcet tones requesting my presence.”

“Gault,” Lana managed to keep some measure of calm, “are you responsible for this current situation?”

“What situation is that?” he asked far too innocently, even as a distant call of a droid’s clanking nearly drowned out it’s loud declaration of the presence of rust on one Theron Shan’s “bolt”. There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Oh! You mean the lustful droids currently running amok on the base?”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Lana said dryly. “My original question stands.”

“I am shocked, shocked and scandalized that my name would be the first to come to mind! Might I remind you, it was one Miss Djannis who requested you create her a Shan Sexbot.”

“Yeah,” Kaliyo jumped in on the comms, clearly annoyed, the sound of metallic brawling nearly drowning out her voice, “I wanted it for hilarious crimes! Not whatever the fuck this is!”

“Gault,” a third voice, Hylo Visz, cut in. From the background noise, it seemed she was in the same location as Kaliyo. “I swear, if you don’t help us figure out how to stop this, when you’re not looking I’ll cut off your--”

“Okay, okay, geez!” He interrupted before his significant other could finish whatever that threat was. “Fine, it was me! I deactivated a droid before Theron uploaded his program.”

“Of course.” Lana rolled her eyes upwards, as if asking the Force for patience.

“In my defense,” Gault continued, “originally it was just to shut the stupid thing up! But then Kaliyo came up with that brilliant idea for the Shan Sexbot Distraction, and I thought, why not hold on to this beauty in case it came in handy for a con?”

The sound of Theron smacking his forehead in frustration echoed throughout the War Room.

“So you know, just had a fun idea come to me the other day, so I extracted the original programming and altered a few things, and tried to put it into a new droid for my plan.”

“Did that droid happen to be a blue medical monstrosity?” Theron was actively massaging his temples at this point.

“I will have you know,” Gault said, “that BL-U3 is a consummate professional. You would be lucky to have him perform a medical exam on you!”

“Yeah, that was definitely his intent,” Theron shot back. “Purely professional and not lecherous at all! Which was not in any of my code.”

“Hey, I never claimed to be very talented when it came to software programming. I may have made a mistake or two when altering your code.”

“May have?!”

“How was I supposed to know that the remnants of the Gemini Frequency code in our systems was going to work after the entire Eternal Fleet had gone offline and deploy your software STD to the entire network? Sue me!”

“I’m considering it!”

Before the mostly pointless argument could escalate any further, the sounds of metallic clanking from above, roughly from the location of the cantina, began to grow closer, the cacophony increasing in volume, until it sounded like it was coming in all directions.

“That is not a good sign,” Grey’s mutter was nearly lost to the noise.

“Hey,” Drake’s annoyed voice cut in over the comm, “my livestream is now officially ruined! I hope you’re all happy!”

“I’m afraid to even ask why,” Theron said.

“Oh, it seems all of my extremely eligible and single contestants heard your voice over the comms and abandoned challenging Seetoo Enntoo to unarmed droid combat for the right to court you, and are now all headed in your direction.”

“Oops.”

“Worry not Agent Shan,” the unusually warbly vocabulator of C2-N2 came over the comms, “I will not rest until I alone can provide you with the ultimate in comfort!”

“We should probably get a different housekeeping droid after this is all over,” he told his wife.

That seemed a lesser concern to Grey, as she had shifted into Alliance Commander mode, and was currently on the comms, shouting for every available member of the Force Enclave to get to the War Room as fast as possible to help hold off the incoming army of lustful droids.

Yeah, come to think of it, that was probably more important.

“We must use nonlethal force,” she stressed, giving a particularly severe look to Lana when she said that, getting a simple nonplussed shrug in return, “as we only need to hold the droids at bay until we can come up with a solution. They are not to blame for what’s happening.”

Theron begged to differ, but she was probably right in this case. The cost of repairing or replacing an entire base full of droids would be astronomical.

As Force users began to stream in and take up position around the room, the sound of wheels racing along the metal plating caught Theron's attention, and he looked over to see a familiar silver T7-series astromech racing into the room. He tensed up instinctively at the sight of a droid, as anyone would have in his situation.

“Teeseven!” Grey called out with a smile, clearly not as wary or droidshy.

The little astromech let out a friendly whistle and series of chirps in binary, that roughly translated to: “T7-01 = Safe! // Been off network entire morning!”

“Oh, what a relief,” she breathed, “I would have hated for you to be infected with this too!”

He let out another series of beeps: “T7-01 = still in possession of original antivirus code. // Can tweak it and upload to servers = Save the day?”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Theron muttered.

“T7 = not scared!”

Grey’s expression melted into one of admiration and pride. “Teeseven, that’s incredibly brave -- but are you sure? Theron’s right, it could be very dangerous.”

“T7 = Jedi + Theron’s friend. // Helping > Risk!”

She looked at him and he returned the gaze with a small nod, realizing there wasn’t much in the way of choice. It was either that or let the droids overrun them. And then whatever happened when one of them actually got their hands on on Theron -- a prospect he wasn’t really that thrilled to explore right now.

“Fine,” he said tersely, “let’s do this!”

The two of them rushed over to the center console in the room, Theron pulling out his slicer spike as Teeseven plugged his scomplink arm into the main network terminal. The rest of their reinforcements from the Force Enclave arrived just in time and formed a ring around the two slicers. They managed to erect a large Force barrier just as the metallic clanging and clatter grew to a roar, announcing the arrival of the lecherous horde.

Near the front of the mob, Z0-0M threw up her arms in glee and excitement as she jumped to try and catch sight of her beloved. “There you are Agent Shan! You left before we could finish our conversation -- you were saying something about oxidation?”

“Interjection: Do not listen to this hussy, Theron! You and I will make sweet explosions together!”

Theron valiantly tuned them out as he took in a feed of the original antivirus code that Teeseven shared with him. Yes, this all looked correct. Unfortunately, he was going to need get a look to see how Gault had mutilated his beautiful original coding to know how to alter it.

Teeseven was two steps ahead of him, and a stream of code flashed across the HUD in his ocular implants. He watched in horror as he saw the butchery with his own two eyes.

“Gault, where the hell did you get this code?” he asked over the comms incredulously. “HornHub?”

“Excuse you, I only frequent the classiest places on the galactic communications grid, like HoloHump!” The growl of Gault’s name from a very angry Mirialan smuggler had him quickly adding. “You know, I’m just going to shut up and let you concentrate on what you’re doing.”

Teeseven, ever the valiant worker, ignored the conversation completely, and was hard at work running diagnostics on the altered code and the best way to modify the antivirus to address it. Theron watched the stream of letters and numbers fly across the HUD at lightning speed.

The little guy was good at what he did. He let out a flurry of beeps and whistles as almost the last piece of this very lurid puzzle started to fall into place. The little droid seemed to almost be singing along with the code as he wrote it, like a mechanical maestro conducting an orchestra. They were close, so close and--

The next whistle Teeseven let out was not his normal, cheerful way of communication, much lower in timbre and more seductive.

No.

Teeseven whirled his flat head around until his visual sensor faced Theron, and let out another wolf whistle, his holoprojector lighting up to proudly display: T7-01 🤖👀🔍 Observant 👁️🔭 Scanner 🔍🏞️ Tython 🌄👏 215 🍒♎ Repairing 👅🙈 Top HoloFans 3.6%

“What was that?” Grey shouted to be heard over the droids catcalling.

“No no no no,” Theron muttered, “we’re so close! Don’t do this to me, little buddy!”

“What happened to my precious baby boy?” Grey demanded, sweat trickling down the side of her face as she struggled to maintain the Force barrier.

Beyond the barrier, the rest of the porndroid army followed suit with Teeseven, all either wildly projecting their own series of hologlyphs and random facts about themselves and their planets of origins, while others struck disturbingly seductive poses, and a scant few demanded that “ShanDaddy” start a holocall with them in private.

With no time and no recourse left, Theron dove back into the system, yanking Teeseven’s unfinished code as he was nearly overwhelmed with lewd images and thirsty hologlyphs, struggling to finish and upload the code as the volume in the War Room rose to a crescendo just as the Force users’ began to fall, one after the other, their barrier weakening by the moment.

The overwhelming cacophony of hologlyphs, lewd poses, and robotic come-ons that had filled the War Room suddenly disappeared. All eyes turned to the droids as almost in unison, as they all powered down—a sign that their malware had been neutralized. Theron slumped back in relief, his work finally done.

Grey, Lana, and the others let out a long sigh of relief, the tension leaving their bodies in a rush.

“Thank the Force,” Grey murmured, sinking down to the ground. “I do not think I could have held that barrier much longer.”

Theron nodded, feeling a similar sense of exhaustion. He leaned back against the console, closing his eyes but was unable to banish the mentally scarring series of images that were probably permanently burned into his retinas.

“Remind me,” he said faintly, “to obliterate HoloHump’s servers. Once I’m done murdering Gault.”

“You act as if there will be anything left after I find him,” Lana said darkly.

“Remember everyone,” Grey spoke in her best and most official Alliance Commander voice, “murder is bad and frowned upon in the Official Alliance Employee Handbook.”

“Query: Why are we all in the War Room?” HK-55 asked as he came back online. “And more importantly, why is that blue meddroid manipulating its medical instruments into a heart shape, as if expressing affection towards the Commander?”

[crossdressingdeath]

One thing that I find both fascinating and deeply sad in TSatS is that when Will asks if they're going to Percy's house to ask him to come with them to Tartarus Nico says no on the grounds that he doesn't want to involve Percy in it... but when asked why Bob wouldn't ask Percy for help, Nico's immediate thought is that Bob didn't think Percy and Annabeth would help him. Like, that's his one and only theory. I suspect that there's a part of that where... Nico thinks to himself that Bob doesn't think Percy and Annabeth would help so that he doesn't have to think that he doesn't think Percy and Annabeth would help. In other words he's thinking it's Bob who didn't call for Percy and Annabeth because he didn't believe they'd help him, because the alternative is for Nico to say "I'm not asking them for help because I know they would say no and I don't want to face that refusal". And it's not that he wants them to come! If Nico had had his way he would've gone alone, he doesn't want to put anyone in danger, it's just that he managed to find the only demigod as stubborn as he is and made the mistake of telling Will what his plans were. But it's one thing to not want to involve people in something incredibly dangerous; it's quite another to know that if you asked for their help, and in this case their help saving the person they owe their lives to, they would say no. I'm sure they would be properly apologetic about refusing, they do seem to feel genuinely terrible about forgetting Bob (which... good) and "I'm not going to superhell again" is a perfectly understandable boundary to have, but I think Nico just... doesn't want to admit to himself that he was willing to go to Tartarus for Percy but Percy would never do the same for him. Hence him leaving it at "I don't want to make him do this" when asked if he'll ask Percy to help for his sake, but thinking quite openly to himself that Bob probably didn't think Percy and Annabeth would help, because Bob helped them out of loyalty to Nico so it isn't devastatingly sad to admit they'd never do the same for him the way it would be for Nico to admit that Percy would never go to Tartarus for him despite him going to Tartarus largely to help Percy.

Also, it's deeply disappointing that it doesn't come up again later in the book because please for the love of god Rick can we please have a discussion around Nico's fatal flaw being his "will literally go to hell and back for people who he knows would never do the same for him" level of loyalty and not holding grudges, and also how literally the only evidence even his own sister could offer for holding grudges being his fatal flaw was that he's the son of Hades and also was still upset about his sister dying six months after it happened. Now that he's got someone as loyal to him as he is to everyone else (Will refusing to not follow Nico to hell is so good after so long of Nico constantly being prepared to give up everything for others and getting next to nothing in return) it's a great time to get into how despite basically every other POV character going on about Nico being creepy and morally dubious actually his most consistent character trait is being the most loyal character in the whole series (and possibly the whole Riordanverse, honestly) no matter how many times that loyalty burns him.

[desultory-novice]

As fun as The Angst(tm) is, I really hope the Dead People Gang aren't just, like. Trapped in Turbohell Kirbohell forever. For some reason, my thoughts instantly went to Void Termina - Since Void Termina is implied to be reincarnated as a good guy after their defeat as Void, I thought it would be interesting if they got a glimpse of everyone hanging out in the afterlife between the "blowing up" part and coming back as not-as-evil. Plus, now I've got a really funny mental image of that coming up in casual conversation Kirby/Meta/Dedede/some other protagonist and Kirby finding out and deciding "sounds like more potential friends! time to go to hell" to try and (somehow) save them

My own brain was putting a Charlie & the Chocolate Factory style spin on it. They CAN all come back, just...

Sectonia: ...once the Dream Stalk goes to seed

Max: ...once his brain is finished defragging (...or see Seto Kaiba in the manga version of Yugioh)

Magolor: ...when someone succeeds in breaking the crown

Marx: ..."User 'Marx' can rejoin the game in 87,600 hours"

Links to the rest of the mini-series:

Part 1″A Beautiful Sunset” Part 2 “The Sun Never Sets” Part 3 “Screams of Joy”  Part 4 “Visitors” Part 5 “A Perfect Circle”

Relevant: “Conditional” [You Are Here]

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That said, your bit at the end about "Let's go to hell and rescue everyone!" is partially why I followed this story to its current, silly (?) conclusion! I know it's sounded / looked / been depressing, especially for poor, poor, poor Magolor, but I meant what I said in the tags about drawing this helping me get over some of my own True Arena-induced trauma......

(continued below)

<PS: To the Anon who asked about the Void beach pic? Your answer is here too! Sorry to make you go through all this to find it!!>

...Ahem!

I -liked- the idea of Mags and Marx having come back from their Soul experiences and have used it as fuel, but it honestly bugged me that they seemed to survive when Sectonia and Marx were still MiA...from the same thing? (I get that Max's brain is DELETED but what about his body? I always imagined that even though Star Dream blew up, the "pilot's seat" so to speak was preserved. But...

Basically, even if I could come up with reasons why the other two "didn't" survive, I could never come up with a reason why Magolor and Marx DID outside of "popular characters." ...Not to be too hypocritical, as I'm a dedicated fan of said "popular characters")

But there being a version of Magolor Soul who doesn't "get better" weirdly makes me feel quite a bit better about the other Soul victims. Because... maybe we could be building up to something with them? Maybe there IS a chance for them to come back now, or be saved, like you said. If they're all kinda in the same way...??

(Heck, I probably would have added Galacta as a visitor to the superhell-theme park if I had ANY experience with drawing them.)

Speaking of "the same way" the reason I'd always assumed Marx followed the pre-remake Mago path because they were both in Star Allies, but if there's a version of Magolor who isn't saved, I've started to think that True Arena Marx Soul (:cough: the only form of Marx Soul :cough:) wasn't saved either. Which is both very sad but also, gives me the same sense of hope/unity as the above!

I had a legit "...aww, darn...!" moment last night as I was finishing this up when I realized Fecty's soul was safely under Efly's care and they wouldn't be able to join the theme park enjoyers... Of course, the very idea of an Attraction to delight and amaze would probably trigger Fecty's trauma, putting them in a worse state than Magolor.

Void's also not available to go to the park, sadly.

Speaking of...!

Here you go, anon!

[0m3g45n1p3r4lph4]

For the ask game, marvel superheroes? If not, metroid

Thanks for the ask! Gonna try for Marvel here first but I'll gladly do this for Metroid again! Not limiting myself to heroes cause 1. Can't think of too many that catch my focus 2. The breadth of characters on any end of hero-villain spectrum gets me

Blorbo: Spider-Man is my real one. Always has been, always will be! This dude was a fave before I could even pronounce Spider-Man

Scrunkly: can't think of a particularly shaped one but closest coming to mind is Gwen/Ghost-Spider. Adore her colour pallette and especially the stylization of her world

Scrimblo Bimblo: I don't pay enough attention to general community stuff to know who really counts as underrated. But! I feel like Sandman has a lot of potential with how often he's depicted not wanting to cause trouble or just a guy dealt a bad hand. Any media exploring that side gets good stuff going and it's always unfortunate to see him reduced to "evil guy #4136"

Glup Shitto: Power Pack my beloved. These kids were included in some Spider-Man comic pack back in the day and I just. These kids stuck with me. Never heard anyone talk of them. Never found enough of their comics to know if they had any longer plot lines than "a dimensional rift opened in the basement while mom was out" or "a skull crashed in our backyard" or "a mutant kid keeps teleporting to bright lights so we carried him home" but they always had a great charm to them

Poor Little Meow Meow: the Spot, specifically the AtSV depiction. Textbook definition of sad wet beast that embraced the sog and became all-powerful. Such an intriguing villain, can't wait for BtSV. Can you tell I really like Spider-Man significantly more than the rest? Lmao

Horse Plinko: any good depiction of Eddie Brock is already in the torment zone. Either deserved (rudeboy) or rooting for escape (goodboy) but knowing he can only find moments of peace

Eeby Deeby: fuck Tony stark. Cool robots to not absolve you of ruining MCU spidey by making it all about you. Superhell. Fuck EIDITH

[parme-san]

Splatoon

ask meme: send me a fandom and i'll tell you my...

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): this is kind of funny to answer because i think the world of splatoon as a whole is my "blorbo". i'm so enamoured with all of it's vibrancy and intricacies. however i have been big man fan #1 since my very first splatcast. and i have the title to prove it.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): CALLIE CALLIE CALLIE i love you callie cuttlefish!!!!!!!!!!! i feel giddy just thinking about her she's so pretty and cool and silly and funny and pink and sparkly and awesome. sighs <3

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): uhm. sheldon 👍 i like that he has secret kids (they ARE his i won't hear otherwise. they are legit named shelly and donny and look and behave exactly like him. apprentices my ass) and that he gets really excited about weapons. in the first splatoon artbook they describe him as a "military otaku" and that was really endearing to me for some reason. i also like that he hides in his shell he is cute

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): this would be a really good category to put a favorite splatband member in so.. taka? i don't know i just think he's. handsome. i also really like dedf1sh but as of now she is no longer obscure <3 yippee. also um. i like fred crumbs he's chill and cool

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): you're looking at the world's biggest mr grizz apologist. i would do anything to get that bear back HOME. WITH US. actually funnily enough i was not a fan from the start because i didn't like salmon run at first. to completely contradict that last sentence i also had some kind of complex crush on him. it didn't go away after meeting him in person because unlike some people i'm no coward about being a little bit of a furry. he is so large and so my boss. what else could i ask for

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): now i ain't exactly a shiver anti. no i'm just kidding i love all of deep cut shiver is genuinely really cool but as far as rivalry goes i am taking them down with me. i have never forgotten scissors/paper/rock and i have never forgiven

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): i really don't know. i don't hate anyone in splatoon. they're all so cool :) maybe captain cuttlefish. not cause i hate him just so he can have his destiel moment. he's already died once so he will be fine

[sansxfuckyou]

This... They made this?

Summary: Copen is aware that he really shouldn't be doing what he is, but he really can't help himself, and she left the book lying out in the open; unbeknownst to him, Haku is facing a similar dilemma.

Warnings: None!

Authors Note: This is a gift for @teseo-trolls-u using their OC Haku because I can and its nice knowing I'm not the only person creating for this fandom

He really should not be doing this, and he is highly aware of that fact, but... If you leave your journal open its free game, he tells himself that at least.

So here he sits at Hakus desk, reading a small, pink notebook full of poetry and confessions. He doesn't read the confessions, and he can easily flip past them as they usually have the word 'confess' within the first sentence. He truly can't help but take in every single word of the poems he's reading, all of it sinks in and he'd never be able to wash it out if he wanted to.

But he doesn't want to ever forget these, 'eyes a rich vino,' 'a thousand strands of silver,' 'shining like lode stars,' no, those are sticking with him forever. And it takes a few poems to realize what Haku was writing about, a few more than he'd admit, but when he does realize, he snaps it shut. Deep red rising higher and higher up his neck till it reaches his ears, it matches his eyes, he's internally shook at the words used to describe him.

'Vampire king,' 'hero of eternity,' 'slayer and savior,' he feels extremely, extremely, he doesn't quite know what he feels as he reopens the book and goes back a few pages. He didn't even think it possible for someone to use words to describe him in such splendor and a twisted sense of adoration, he only uses twisted because of one line.

('Even majestic bathed in crimson')

"Did she really write this?" Copen managed to mumble to himself, it wasn't loud enough for anyone but himself to hear, and he suddenly feels like he really shouldn't be where he is.

Entering someones room when they aren't around can be excused, something might've been in there. Taking a few moments to admire the items inside of the room, yeah, that could be brushed off. But actively sitting down and reading something that is most definitely extremely personal, that is one heck of a fuck up.

He's desecrating something sacred, a woman's privacy, but he can't force himself to stop reading and leave; another notebook labeled poetry catches his eye.

He's going to superhell, right now, he does not care.

---

She doesn't exactly think she shouldn't be doing this, because he left them out on the table, kitchen table, for all to see.

So she continues to flip through his sketchbook, some unfinished armor concepts, enemy tactics written in chicken scratch, there are some red pen notes here and there pointing to certain things; she doesn't care about that stuff to much. When she reaches the pages that truly highlight his artistic side, she slows down to really appreciate them, landscapes and portraits, always detailed to the mark, quite lovely.

She memorizes the images, never wanting to forget them, traces her fingers along details she enjoys, hoping it would help her remember the landscapes, she reads the footnotes as well. 'Met the Azure Striker here, he won,' she remembers hearing about that from GV, 'ate some really good food here, hence the sauce stain,' she brought her fingers to the splotch of soy sauce, dried and a light brown, 'I don't why I stopped here, but its a shame pencil can't catch its beauty,' she disagrees with the remark on the pencil. Then she reached the finished concepts and drawings of people she knew, her face heated up when she caught the first drawing of that category.

It was her in one of Copens hoodies, it was oversized on her, she looked like she was practically swimming in it, but he drew her in perfect proportion; she wasn't sure how she felt about that. It wasn't colored, it was shaded, like all the others, she still liked it, she checked the footnote, 'I'm giving her one of my hoodies soon,' she nearly melts. The next drawing, a picture of the Sumeragi school outfit, the edges are bolder, smudges are evident, he even added faint shackles, symbolism perhaps. The footnote reads 'she's to good for them, my assistant in the uniform of such a lowly foundation,' savage, amazing, open thoughts, she's never heard the such from him.

The third drawing, an armor concept, probably for Lola, she assumed it was for Lola given everything about it, but the bodice work wasn't like Lolas, no footnote. She flipped to next page, finer details on the previous pages works, it held a few notes for circuitry and supplies needed, a small footnote 'bikini armor, how low have I dropped' she smiled a bit. The next page had a drawing that looked vaguely like her, the hair at least, wearing said armor, there was a shading to emphasize what she presumed was a bodysuit. This time the footnote said 'fuck, would she even wear a bodysuit?' her face heated up, maybe he was talking about her? Naw, no way, he's far too cool for her, she pushed aside the train of thought to admire the colors, her favorite colors.

She went to close the sketchbook, but, a dog eared page, what could lie beyond it.

Haku spent a moment to think if this was a wise idea, after that moment, she flipped on.

She was gonna be killed if Copen found out about this.

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Copen was heading down the halls, face red, gait hasty but steady, head down and one small notebook in his arms; he was going to lie to get out of this. He continued his search for Haku until he found her sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through his sketchbook, he was even more embarrassed. He cleared his throat and Haku snapped the book shut before turning to find him holding out the notebook, her notebook.

"I found your notebook in the hallways, I hope you don't mind, but I may have read a few of the poems, it was open when I found it," Copen lied, trying to keep his tone steady, Haku took the notebook, clutching it to her chest, "did, did you see the armor concepts?"

"Ah, yes, I'm sure Lola will love them," Haku said before gripping the sketchbook to hand to Copen, he took it, she deftly ignored the shade of his face.

"They aren't for Lola," Copen muttered quietly, he took note of the shift in Hakus expression before turning to leave, "I'll stop bothering you, thanks for finding my sketchbook."

Haku couldn't respond, words stuck in her throat as Copen walked away, unable to procure a coherent response.

She knew exactly what he meant.

How could she respond?

[shittinggold]

Dashboard osmosis late seasons supernatural?

Oh man - so I stopped watching early in S9, and my memory of anything after S5 is pretty hazy (I have rewatched S1-5 once, the latter seasons not at all), so this is a combination of dashboard osmosis, fractured memories of things I may or may not have seen, and whatever November 5th did to my brain.

So, at the end of S8 all the angels fall out of heaven, right? Because Metatron did a Thing. I've no idea what happened with Metatron after that but I'm gonna assume the brothers killed him, because that's generally how they deal with things, even deity-level-powered villains. I don't know if the angels went back after that - I know there was a civil war which might have been before this? Also at some point all the angels die I think, which leaves Castiel as the last angel. Castiel gets depowered at some point. And some other point becomes God. And dies. And I think becomes evil? It feels like they did everything they possibly could with Cas other than let him be a main character.

I think at this point Cain and Abel (maybe?) show up and Dean gets the Mark of Cain on him which makes him evil. Because of this (or perhaps entirely unrelated) he becomes a demon and we get Demon Dean for a bit which honestly sounds quite cool. Presumably is cured in some manner that sets up the arc of the next season.

The brothers find out that they're the heirs to some secret society called the Men of Letters and get a cool new bunker which means they don't have to shoot on different sets each week which makes the show cheaper and totally ruins its original aesthetic.

Kevin and Felicia Day both get killed off because of course they do. But I think Felicia Day (Charlie?) comes back because she's in the last episode. She also at some points goes to Oz and dates Dorothy. Honestly as far as SPN women go it seems like she does pretty well.

Crowley becomes King of Hell at some point. He also stays alive for ages even though he was never half as interesting as the fandom always thought he was.

Lucifer comes back! And presumably then so does Adam? I assume this means they address the whole "we left our other brother in a hell cage and never mentioned it again" weirdness, but I think it's funnier if I don't. Lucifer hangs out with Sam and maybe posseses Cas? (I've heard the word "Casifer" and assume this is what it means).

The Impala becomes a human in one episode, which is apparently actually a good episode. There's also an episode where Dean is a dog and another one where they're in Scooby-Doo. Honestly I would like to watch these.

There's a new kid called Jack that seems to be like a fourth main character and is Cas' son? Unclear whether this is in any way literal or just that they have a parental relationship. He seems to be around a lot but also is kind of dunked on by the narrative and not given enough attention? I dunno, he's new to me so I don't trust him but I assume there's a reason why people (including you I think!) care about him.

And then uhhhh there's cold static for like three seasons and Cas makes a deal with the Empty (which is like angel afterlife/superhell but is also a person that you can make deals with?) in order to save Jack's life, which means if he gets Perfect Happiness he will go to superhell. His perfect happiness is confessing love to Dean and getting ambiguously no-homoed in return. Later is re-homoed in spanish.

Oh, wait, Chuck is back and is explicitly God! And is evil about it because he has a story and wants Dean and Sam to follow his story but they don't? I'm sure this is either a genius metanarrative or a self-cannibalising mess, no in-between. They kill ChuckGod and save the world/themselves/free will.

Then they go to a pie-eating contest and Dean eats too many pies and then gets killed by a vampire who sticks him with a rusty nail. Sam is sad but goes to have a Normal Life with some woman who doesn't even get a face, let alone a name, and dies 50 years later from terrible prosthetics disease. Dean goes to heaven and his car is there because in the supernatural universe, cars go to heaven but gays don't.

...Until Dean then takes the car and goes back in time with it to makes sure his parents hook up or something? Idk what's happening in the prequel, but it sounds nuts.

And Mischa Collins comes out as straight. Love wins.

[felagund-fiollaigean]

Felagund's recollections of November 5th, 2020.

This time last year, I was completely bogged down and overwhelmed by college work. Fearful and uncertain of the future because of covid, fearful and uncertain of the future because our country was teetering on the edge of four more years of fascism. Checking the news every couple minutes - are the votes in yet? Will we see any relief to make this horrible year mean anything but death? To get away from the stress of papers and assignments and the world at large I go for a walk. Come back. Go to the bathroom and check Tumblr from the toilet (as you do) and I see... huh. that's weird. that's two consecutive posts abou- no, make that three consecutive posts about destiel. That's odd. I have some supernatural mutuals but this is unprecedented. Why is everyone talking about this. Let me see....

It's trending. Destiel is trending. There was a new episode airing tonight and now everyone's talking about it. I frantically send an ask to a supernatural mutual of mine. "Hey why is destiel trending are you guys doing okay over there?"

No. They are very much not doing okay over there. Slowly, it sinks in. I got confirmation. Destiel is canon. Destiel is canon. Destiel is canon.

Cas said, "I love you" to dean.

You know in that Christmas carol the little town of Bethlehem where it goes, "the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight?"

The hopes and fears of the last twelve years were met in that moment. every gay little bastard on this site who ever wished for something to come to pass we all knew deep down would never happen. the thing thousands of fanworks have been created in the name of despite the canon making no official concessions. the thing we stared at (and even if you weren't actually into supernatural, you know you did too) like a cat stalking a laser dot too high up on the wall to reach. the thing reveled in and talked about with the unspoken acknowledgement that it would only ever be a lovely dream.

That dream was real.

It sunk in.

Then I saw a clip of the scene itself. Dean is just staring at him with the stupidest non-expression I've ever seen. Cas gets dragged to hell immediately after the confession. The show did the one thing we always thought they would be too craven to do and immediately backtracked in the worst way possible. Or was it the best way possible? There is a strange kind of comfort in the awful-but-predictable, is there not?

We have, what. A minute? To absorb all this?

Then the rumor about Putin breaks, and that's when things actually start to get interesting.

That was the first time anyone learned about world events (albeit false ones) through the "I love you" meme. Destiel killed Putin. "I'll see you in hell you stupid fruit." Holy shit georgia's still blue. The term "superhell" is coined and infects the site's collective idiolect. Tumblr user is-destiel-canon-yet must be shooting rainbows out of their asshole. Sherlock series 5 and dashcon 2: electric boogaloo. This isn't even a fraction of everything that started happening that evening but its what I remember hitting the hardest. Destiel killed Putin. Could the world get any more weird? Destiel killed Putin.

It's at this point my mom knocks on the bathroom door and asks if I'm okay.

It's a fair question, bless her. I was making these awful, uncontrollable noises; wheezing and squeaking with laughter that was this (🤏🏻) close to tears. I assure her I'm fine. She doesn't 100% buy it (fair), but leaves me to it.

Cause how could I possibly explain any of this? "Well you see mom back in 2008 there was this show called supernatural and this one guy was in hell..." Like, no. Even if I could recount every event that lead up to this moment with perfect accuracy and coherence it still wouldn't make any sense. It was too big. There was too much. Hell, I lived it and I'm still not sure it makes any sense.

But I know what I was feeling. I know my face was bright red and my eyes were streaming, I know I couldn't stop giggling and occasionally going "oh my god" in utter disbelief. I had never been drunk or high before but I wondered if that's what it felt like. I felt like a participant in a Dionysian mystery. I was giddy. I was euphoric. If I could bottle the exact combination of hormones coursing through my bloodstream that night, I'd make a goddamn fortune. I knew there was no fucking chance of me focusing on school again for the rest of the night and we still don't know who's going to be leading our country for the next four years.

And the best thing about this, I think, is that I know the rest of you were feeling it too. I've seen countless posts and replies and memes talking about experiencing this night and how utterly insane everything was. How utterly insane we felt. And that has engendered a deep, compelling fondness for my fellow hellsite users in me, one that will never be forgotten.

Cause even if I can't explain that night to anyone I know, I know you get it.

That's special.

[non-fantasy]

HONEYWORKS

THANK YOU DANDYLIONY AND VIO AND NILLY

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

i'm not sure what you expected. of course it's liphiyo. this is my favourite image of them. i love them so much. they are so good. i will not rest until i make a liphiyo fandom with my own bare hands.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

I AM NOT SURE WHAT YOU EXPECTED FROM ME. SHE IS SO GOOD AND SO SHAPED AND I WANT TO SQUISH HER LITTLE CHEEKS SO MUCH. I LOVE HER. I LOVE HER SOOOO MUCH SHE IS SOOOO CUTE. I LEGITIMATELY STRUGGLED TO PICK A PICTURE OF HER TO USE HERE BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD ONES <- (ALL OF THEM ARE GOOD) AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN IMAGE LIMITED AGAIN IF I POSTED ALL OF THEM. I STILL CANNOT NOT POST THESE ONES

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

fuuma is so good and i love him. he is so gender. it's literally like almost the two year anniversary of the last time we saw dolce, ever, but also i love him. there is a reason there is a "fuuma & hiyori" friendship tag on ao3 and the reason is me. they are besties in my head <- (they have never interacted ever)

(i can and will ramble too hard about fuuma and hiyori and cinderella motifs and what that means for liphiyo and kazufuuma if provoked.)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

OKAY THIS IS THE THING. THAT PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW. HIYORI HAS A BEST FRIEND IN HER HOMETOWN. I DON'T KNOW IF SHE STILL EXISTS BECAUSE SHE HASN'T BEEN MENTIONED IN YEARS???? BUT??? (ponytailed girl in gamushara isn't her because they have different hairstyles)

her name is satoe and i don't remember what her last name is, which is bad, because i'm like the only person who cares that she exists.

because like!!! the scene of her getting hiyori to eat pocky with her is a silly scene with a lot of poly implications and it's funny that satoe literally showed hiyori pictures of her future boyfriends and hiyori didn't recognize the two at all despite eating SO MANY of the boxes. but also

it's a sweet and touching scene because hiyori is afraid to go to high school in a new city and considers giving up on track and field to try and stay where she is but satoe refuses to let that happen!!! she encourages hiyori to go for it because she KNOWS hiyori wouldn't be happy giving up a dream so precious to her and gives hiyori a push forward! she's literally the reason why the plot could happen, but she's been forgotten and overlooked and i want justice!!! i want her back!!! i want her to find out that her best friend has somehow managed to start dating her idols despite not recognizing them at all!!!!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

i refuse to interact with the fandom enough to know what the controversies are or who's unpopular (though i learn who's unpopular through my friends sometimes). i can only think of koyuki and minami for being pathetic but also if i say that i think mar will go "you're using poor little meow meow wrong"

can i say that aizo and yujiro are poor little meow meows to hiyori's cinnamon rolls? because i will just to post more liphiyo pics

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

i'm sure the reason i would torment this man is obvious just by looking at him

okay for legal reasons (self-preservation) i need to clarify that was a joke. i torment him because i saw japanese fans shipping him and manager uchida but like. arrogant teenage boy crushing on an adult woman and she's just ignoring him kind of way. and i thought it was hilarious and i think it'd be funny if that was how every one of his ships played out, even the ones with boys his age.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

liphiyo angels to devils with reincarnation au-- (I AM FORCIBLY RESTRAINED)

--honestly. probably ken. i love writing him and i love his dynamic with aizo but also. he's just fundamentally the kind of guy you need to punt sometimes <3

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 336

The Trap

“The Trap”

Plot Description: as a captive Sam endures horrid visions intended to break his spirit, Castiel and Dean venture to purgatory to find a key element for defeating Chuck

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: no one died

Oh it seems this is the episode before they went on winter break

Fuck you Chuck. Like on top of everything he’s done, he’s decided to make ableist digs at Eileen??

Thank you for talking some sense into your boyfriend, Cas. Also calling him stupid was a fun touch…he deserved it after the things he’s said to you this season

Yeah Eileeeeeeen!!! Ah, goddamnit. He’s forcing Eileen to probe around in Sam’s wound with a scalpel

I mean…Chuck…I HAVE seen the series finale. They very much DO win. He has every reason to have hope

Ok….no because Dean and Cas asking a leviathan where they can find a flower is actually extremely funny

Noooooo Benny’s dead 😭😭😭

The visions are starting: Sure this seems a little boring but it’s NICE. It’s DOMESTIC. What is gonna go wrong?? Do not try to tell me Claire dies 😭😭

This fight is not an unwed couple fight. Cas and Dean might as well be married. This purgatory run is not going well. Go save your husband, Dean

The number of revelations that just happened to Cas in this version of the future. I don’t know what’s worse: superhell or going crazy from the Mark of Cain and being buried in a Ma’lak Box. Dean talking about being practically forcibly retired from hunting

Oh. Oh. Oh, Dean!!! My heart is BREAKING for him. He’s got half an hour to get out of purgatory, Cas is missing from the leviathan ambush, and he doesn’t even have the leviathan bloom

Dean you get angry like that because you’re eldest daughter coded. You bottle it up til it comes bursting out because of that

I need to know if this nest is the same one they’ll eventually hunt in the finale

I don’t trust….mmmm, yeah no, I still don’t trust that this is truly Cas. It’s just too convenient

In the future Chuck is showing Sam, the boys die on December 9, 2022…they never get to see Dabi’s Dance get animated 😭

OH! They’re turned into vampires and then Jodi and Bobby kill them…that IS a crappy ending

Sam actually did like that ending marginally better, I bet. At least he or Dean didn’t have to kill the other

Did we know someone would have to take the mark of Cain for this spell?? I don’t like that things are happening like in Chuck’s vision

I love how defiant Sam is even after all this

It’s so frustrating how often all the hard work they put in for half a season or a full season just goes to waste

I don’t understand why any of what just happened is forcing Eileen to leave…(but yay Sam and Eileen kissed!)

If I were Cas I’d get it but I’d be PISSED that Dean could so easily forgive Sam for literally fumbling the ball that they worked so hard to get to hurt or destroy Chuck.

WHAT WAS THAT LAST SCENE OF BILLIE TELLING JACK “it’s time” IN THE EMPTY?!?! WHAT DOES IT MEEEEEAN??

[jakeowen]

you know what i love about criminal minds is that for YEARS the mythology of the bau forced us to wonder, “did jason gideon and david rossi ever explore each other’s bodies?” despite them never once appearing in the same episode. and then for literally no reason, just bc they were out of other stories to tell, the writers were just like “actually yeah they did.” like mandy patinkin was neeeeeeever going back to that show. that earth was scorched. they just killed him so rossi could have his sad gay little memories. in the spanish dub ben savage fucked that guy raw before he went to superhell

[wizard-finix]

I posted 855 times in 2022

That's 330 more posts than 2021!

9 posts created (1%)

846 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/mmmn-thristy-for-vinegar

@/sanshofox

@/princekirijo

@/kokorozo

@/crescentfool

I tagged 610 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#art - 241 posts

#p3 - 229 posts

#p5 - 85 posts

#p4 - 70 posts

#fma - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#prompt where everyone at gekkoukan knows about sees as that weird club and aigis being a robot but the number one rule is to not question it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

P3 PORT TO PC LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

3 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#4

runed scape

OH SHIT LETS GO UHHH

blorbo (fave) - hard to pick but I'll go with vicendithas for this one

scrunkly (friend-shaped char) - seiryu or thok

scrimblo bimblo (underrated) - vicendithas, literally all of the dragonkin tbh

glup shitto (obscure fave) - Mr. Mordaut or Blackstone Dragon. you can sense the theme going on here

poor little meow meow (problematic fave) - lets be honest you dont get more problematic than sliske, he was a fun villain

horse plinko (torment for fun) - world guardian, obviously

eeby deeby (send to superhell) - zaros

3 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#3

❤️ 💥 👻 🎁 :D

YOOO THANKS FOR THE ASK :D

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Hmmm it's hard to settle on a single line, but I think it's a tie between this one, from Stygian Ringlet (my p3/p5 fic):

Ryoji remembered that awful night on the Moonlight Bridge, when his world fell apart. The night he remembered everything and instantly wished he hadn’t.

and this one, from a Runescape fic chapter I haven't posted yet:

“You know, I was planning on a nice evening playing cards with the rest of the crew,” Jaida said, still catching his breath. “But no, here I am, stuck in the temple in the middle of the night with you and the Scourge of Wushanko herself, with the only way out being blocked by an army of cultists, mercenaries, and giant crabs.”

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Ryuji's treatment in P5. I normally don't mind a character being comic relief, he does have some hilarious moments. The problem is that he had the potential to be a really good underdog-type character and have interesting character interactions with the others, but Atlus really did him dirty and squandered his character development by having the entire cast degrade him for the rest of the game. It worked for Yosuke in P4 because he tends to make those kinds of jabs at his friends and often brings it on himself, but it's a lot more one-sided with Ryuji. These people are supposed to be FRIENDS, guys. (I don't even need to say anything about the end of Shido's palace jfc)

(also Kawakami's social link and benefits are uncomfortable as hell so I never used them)

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

OH, THIS ONE. I DEFINITELY HAVE ONE FOR THIS QUESTION. My wildest headcanon:

Shinjiro's persona has a latent berserk ability somewhat similar to Akechi's, and absolutely no one realizes this, not even Shinjiro himself.

I will explain this one, so hear me out.

See the full post

5 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#2

I really think Chie’s character arc and social link was wasted, like dude her awakening showed that she dealt with feelings of jealousy and comparing herself to others and it was NEVER mentioned again

7 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

im gonna cry laughing tumblr mobile hit me dead on

17 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

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