#do you ever just have a persona that you kinda build up on

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Persona

[our-hextech-dream]

i haven't seen anyone fully articulate what i personally felt disappointed by wrt viktor's s2 persona and ending so i guess i have to do it myself even tho i'm bad at talking!! can someone who is better at this just read my mind and say it fancier and more coherently?

agency, the loss of

i have seen people already mention the way disability came into play at the end and what a wild choice it was for jayce - born able-bodied and healthy - to be the one to tell viktor - trapped in a body that was actively killing him - that actually your disability is a part of you and made you who you are and you owe everything to it. ... huh? jayce (by which i mean the writers), do you think without his disability, viktor wouldn't have still been a genius? yes, viktor is disabled - that's not even remotely what makes him a compelling character and power player. it is his mind not his body that makes him who he is. the fact that he had to waste almost his whole life fighting against that body to achieve anything is the entire crux of his frustration - imagine what he could have dedicated his mind to if he weren't constantly struggling to find a way just to survive another year, another month, another week, one more day. have you thought about it? because he has. so yeah that whole conversation, trash. bruno mars just the way you are ass one direction that's what makes you beautiful ass argument. viktor was not going crazy over cosmetic surgery, he was trying not to die.

but it strikes me as just one more expression of an overarching theme for s2 viktor - that of the complete and total loss of his agency. (more on a meta level than in the show itself, but also in the show!) i said after act 1 that viktor had died in that explosion and jayce was going to be chasing that corpse until the end, and i was correct. viktor bounced from one mindset to another, never seeming to have any consistent ideology of his own that couldn't be changed as soon as the plot demanded it. at any given point he was just kinda... wandering around, doing some random shit with the powers that worked through him. gone was the viktor who used his own hands and mind to influence the world directly, to bend it to his will. i always always felt this and i stand by it - taking viktor's abilities as an inventor and scientist away and turning him into some arcane mage jesus figure was a mistake and a disservice to his character. arcane said no this boy wasn't smart or determined, his ability to build and invent and seek and learn don't matter and never mattered, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and as soon as the arcane got its goop on him he just became the most specialest magic pixie dream boy to ever live and his own goals, dreams, ideals, morals, talents, skills, and hard work ceased to matter in any meaningful way. he never had to work to master magic to be able to use it to further his goals, because he immediately stopped having goals.

viktor became a non-character. he became whatever ideological and technological threat level the show needed to challenge to heroes and never more. he ceased to have any control or understanding over what was happening to him, rather he just gave up and decided to use his magic indiscriminately for whoever made the most convincing argument, a choice that would have been completely antithetical to his character up to that point if he'd still been alive. 'fuck zaunites, sure i'll turn them into robots so a foreign power can use them to attack and take over piltover and zaun, who cares. it's not like these are the people i've spent 30 years of my life trying to protect and save.' <- something viktor would never ever ever have agreed to! ever! no matter what! they have played us for absolute fools.

ambiguity, the loss of

the thing i wanted the most and was expecting because of the way viktor's original lore was set up was that the series would end with viktor and jayce unreconciled and with mutually exclusive worldviews, both fully believing they were right and the other was misguided but not evil or irredeemable, setting them up for future conflict. this felt like what was being set up when arcane made it a plot point that jayce was being convinced to turn hextech into weapons while viktor started getting unethical and unhinged with the experimentation. they both had good reasons to do what they did - and i'm absolutely not going to insult jayce's intelligence by claiming he was just manipulated into it by anyone, give me a fucking break - but the point was that both of them were doing something the other thought was misguided and dangerous. and they also felt that if they could just make the other person see their completely logical and rational pov, they could fix the divide between them and make up and be best science buddies again.

but then at the end arcane completely gave up on viktor having any belief in his own ideals. it just turned into 'aw actually he was just lonely all along and none of that science stuff or difference in morals or worldviews mattered bc he's got a buddy now and he's completely unequivocally on jayce's side. :)'

it was like. insanely selfish. as in, self-centered, concerned *only* with the self. the viktor i liked, and the one i wanted to flourish and hoped arcane would canonize, was someone who was entirely dedicated to zaun, to righting the wrongs of piltover and helping the people in the way he thought best - no matter what jayce or piltover thought about it. an ambiguous villain, just like all the other really well-written ones in arcane.

accountability, the loss of

viktor killed people. not sky, who was an accident despite his fixation on her; i'm talking at least a hundred or more zaunites during his stint as the machine herald. he ripped their minds out and made them play house with him, then turned them into weapons of war for ambessa's siege, and all of those people - primarily sick, desperate zaunites - died. this was always the entire crux of the conflict between (league) viktor and jayce giopara. viktor was willing to destroy people and use their bodies for his own gain unapologetically because he thought what he was doing was a blessing and the people were better off under his control because they would never feel fear or anger again. agree, disagree, depends on your view of free will and human nature, but the fact is that everyone who came to viktor hoping for a chance to be healed so they could pursue their own dreams and lives had those dreams and lives ripped away from them and they never got justice or even a single scrap of acknowledgement from the narrative.

in arcane, the horror of viktor's actions just... fade away into the background. viktor and jayce waltz off into magicspace together, leaving viktor's dead, ruined victims for piltover and zaun to deal with. he doesn't return their minds or bodies, he doesn't even seem to remember or care about what he had just been doing to other sentient living human beings. he's not sorry, he doesn't feel regret, he got what he wanted (a friend) and fuck everybody else.

because the narrative just shrugs and handwaves and says no no forget all that it doesn't matter it was just the hexcore or whatever, viktor becomes a flat, uninteresting character. he loses the depth that villains like ambessa and silco had, villains who had their victims validated by the story, who faced challenges in their arcs specifically because of the people they had hurt despite thinking they were doing the right or noble or most important thing. and not just the villains! even the heroes had to wrestle with the people they stepped on on the way to their lofty goals. but not viktor. he just floats away scot free, completely blameless, having no affect on the world and the world having no affect on him.

on arcane's status as the new canon lore and the Implications™

reminder that arcane is somehow supposed to tie into the world of runeterra at large, but now viktor and jayce both have been seemingly entirely removed from it. if it only mattered that they knew the people we'd already seen them interact with, okay, i guess. but that isn't the case. they both have a ton of connections to other champions - from regions other than p&z even - that haven't been introduced and don't have any plausible explanation for how they could have met in the past, which means they should have been set up to meet somehow in the future. implying that jinx escaped and has gone traveling the world is the perfect way to incorporate her in-game relationships with people like lux - she could have met her while traveling! but jayce and viktor don't get that plausible continuation of their story and development of further relationships - they just disappear out of existence. (ambessa also has this problem because they killed her, but unlike jayce and viktor she does have a huge amount of unexplored backstory where she could have spoken to (for example) swain and hwei and shyvanna at some point.)

note 1 - jayce and viktor are so old that they don't have any voice lines in game when meeting other champions. but other champions who are either newer or who have had voiceover updates do talk to them, which is how (aside from the old lore) you can infer that they do have relationships with other champions including ones who weren't in arcane.

note 2 - maybe riot actually doesn't care and none of the champions are really supposed to know each other or be involved in each others' lives canonically, they just have random quippy voice lines that imply that. which would fucking suck. having the lore of the game have no impact on the game itself and vice versa would objectively suck. if the characters talk to each other on the rift and say something interesting, i want that to have meaning. i want to be able to extrapolate the state of the world and the relationships between the characters from the things they verbally say with their mouths. i'm not arguing about this. the voicelines should be seen as the most high irrefutable canon that there is for the game because it is the ONLY source of lore in the game itself.

anyways there's my bible i guess. i miss evil laser robot viktor i want him to perform unethical brain surgery on me (fixing my adhd but also turning me into his personal puppet attack dog) and then give a weapon to a child so they can kill their bullies.

[keikakudom]

I decided to make a HH AU cause...y'know....anyway.... now introducing

Reset Resort! A Hotelier Vox AU

- you already know, it's a hotel Vox AU.....but not quite what you're thinking. Kind of a swap between Alastor and Vox, it focuses on the butterfly effects of this single change, rather than a full reversal.

- Most things are kinda(?) the same. Except the hotel is not as run-down and quite more successful. As if S1’s hotel started with S2's reputation and building. It's also more modern/sleek and closer to your typical strip hotel.  Much more busy with additional residents coming in and out. Think Vegas-style. It has way too many amenities than necessary, and it's actually an enjoyable place to hang out , but the message for "redemption" might be a bit....lost.

- It’s supposed to be a place where Sinners can (lightly) indulge in their vices without risk of falling into a soul-binding deal on their road to recovery.

- In this AU, movement between Sinners/Winners has been proven. NOT redemption yet. With this “concrete” evidence, Vox considers it "purely a business investment" to sponsor the hotel.

- Because of this "proof", Heaven has granted Hell/Charlie a grace period of an extra year with no exterminations, so long as they continue to monitor the process and Hell provides further progress and evidence of redemption.

Vox is there for the start up of the hotel with Charlie. He sponsors her project with his reach and expertise. His personality is much more subdued, his TV persona taking center stage, except for rare occasions. His temper is not as bad as in-canon. AKA, he’s much more fake and corny in this AU.

Charlie is slightly more mature and realistic in this AU. She studies redemption seriously and notes behavioral patterns/is much more patient and careful with the process. With Vox being extremely efficient and taking over the managerial/facility side of the resort, she is able to dedicate her time fully towards the redemption of sinners and being a therapist. She is still overzealous sometimes because she knows that if nobody else will show enthusiasm/push sinners to do better, then nobody will.

- Vox tried to manipulate Charlie very early on when they first met, and Charlie ended up realizing his kindness was just for his own benefit and has been wary of that fact ever since.

- Their relationship is like: she knows he’s reliable and will do everything she asks, but is doubtful/sad that he’s ingenuine. Vox thinks Charlie looks at him with pity and absolutely HATES it, but he still plays carefully so he can do a repeat and build up her trust again. Doesn't like Vaggie for a similar reason. They just think he's another misguided sinner in need. Neither have fully grasped the idea that most Sinners chose to do-evil(which he certainly has). 

- Vox holds a contract with Lucifer. What for? Well... let's say that they're on good terms and are friends. They meet with each other once a week (where Lucifer gets social interaction and updates on Charlie). 

I already have sketches for Alastor and Vaggie planned out in this AU~

It's less of a full "reversal" and more so one swap and the butterfly effect that follows. This AU has been my brainchild for a few weeks, so PLEASEEE I'd love to answer any questions or asks....

My AU tag is #au: reset resort

All information can be found under there! Until I make a masterpost or something.

Old design under the cut:

[delqcate]

hi angel!!! im aware of how super busy you are rn, but I can't get like frenemies scott barringer and reader out of my head, imagine it, like he's so annoyed by everything she does, she's the total opposite of him, sweet and kind, but also the sarcastic angry feminist, and he's the self-righteous football captain arsehole.

But no matter what he does, she's constantly stuck in his head, and it's kinda like the song "you look so pretty, pretty like the sun, i could watch forever while you shine on everyone" and he's so in love and a little insecure, which he covers up with this pompous arrogant fboy persona

anyways, you're writing gives me life more than anything! when i first discovered your flannel shirt fic on scott, i became obsessed and stalked your profile and obsessively read through all your fanfics, hayden characters or not, I read them all, and im head over heels in love w u :) you genuinely write the best fluff ever, like your my favourite blog for fluff, like don't get me wrong smut is cute and that, but god i would kill for some forehead kisses and hayden fluff

because i love you.

scott barringer x reader

anon you own my whole heart ilysm!!! you're soso incredibly sweet and being your favorite fluff writer??? such an incredible honor 🥹 i'm sorry it took me a while to get to writing this and i feel so bad cause i feel like i just didn't have enough inspiration for this so it's all messy but I hope it's still good. scott and shelby don't get together here but they're still good friends

summary: you and scott don't necessarily hate each other, but you can't tolerate both that much either. after a plan gone wrong, turns out there's a reason why.

warnings/cw: swearing, kissing (i don't know if that's warnings but yeah), fluff fluff fluff

word count: 1.9k

Where does Scott even begin with you? The Cliffhanger's sweetheart, the epitome of the sun in this hell hole, is his friend. Well, sort of.

Because every time he was near you, it felt like he was constantly basking in the sun, yet at the same time, he was warmed up by everything you did, from your smile to your voice. It was almost like he was constantly taunted.

He couldn't get enough of you, though. You were everything he's ever wanted—the warmth and love of another—and yet he still seems to be pushing you away.

But then that all changes when a little surprise is left on one of the class boards one morning when Scott and the other Cliffhangers are called to meet up with Peter and Sophie.

Scott walks into the classroom, wearing a sweater he just threw on due to the cold, and looks at the board in confusion. "Morp? Wh-what's a morp?" His brow was furrowed, and he frankly didn't care too much about decoding it until Auggie followed from behind him. "Oh, cool, a prom?"

Scott looks at Auggie, realizing everyone else is inside already. His eyes land on you, and he suddenly can't focus on anything but you. Everyone was taking a seat, and it took him a moment to realize you sat with him until a hand waved at his face.

"Scott, y'there?" Your voice rings out, and he looks at you, his face brooding as always. "Why? What's up?" He clears his throat and focuses his gaze on you. Despite hating you, he seems to be interested in what you have to say. Probably just sucking it up so it would be over.

You look at him, and suddenly you find yourself drawn to his eyes. Do they seem more blue than usual lately, or have they always been this way? But you don't have time to ponder about that because now it’s his turn to snap you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, are you there?" He gives you a small smirk, and you playfully roll your eyes. “Yeah, sorry,” you say, clearing your throat and resting your head on your palm. “Sophie and Peter paired us for morp planning.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he immediately covers them up with his emotionless stare again. “Why us? ," he asks, sounding annoyed. “Dunno,” you reply. “Probably ‘to build a stronger relationship between us’,” you say, playfully mocking what Peter constantly tells everyone whenever there’s a team activity.

He let out a soft scoff but couldn't help but let a smirk form on his lips. He was starting to let his guard down, something he rarely does around people; besides Shelby, she relates to him more than anyone. "Yeah, all that bullshit."

You nod and chuckle, watching as he bounces his leg, a habit you share with him. "All we have to do is plan the music, so it shouldn't be too bad. They're letting us use Peter's office and a couple more gadgets, I think." You shrug, but all you could think of was Scott.

Spending time alone with him in a room for days on end sounded both eventful and terrifying. But at least it was him instead of anyone else; at least you could get some peace and quiet for once.

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It had been days since you and Scott were assigned to make the playlist, and despite the bickering and constant grogginess you two would feel the next day, it was bearable. It caused something in Scott to brew—something he thought he could keep in, but it was just waiting to burst.

Scott dragged Shelby away to a corner in the common room—not the best place to have a private conversation, but it'll do.

"Let me guess," Shelby starts, her gaze landing on Ophelia talking to Peter and back at Scott. "You need advice to ask her out?" Scott scrunches up his face, annoyed but thinking about it. "Well, yeah," he says after a moment.

She chuckles and looks over at you again, trying to think of anything. "Morp's tomorrow, Scott. How are you sure Auggie or someone else asked her out?" Scott suddenly seemed upset at the thought, however. "You think Auggie has more of a chance than me?" His angry question was a little too loud, loud enough to catch your attention, at least.

Shelby quickly looks away and narrows her eyes at Scott, slapping his arm playfully. "Will you keep it down, you idiot?" He whines and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at you from afar. "How am I ever going to ask her out? I'm just the cocky football star, a pompous asshole fuckboy. Every bad thing you could think of."

She sighs and moves closer, taking his hand and watching his expression before continuing, "Sure, you can be a complete asshole." He scoffs and looks at the floor. "Great way to start that off," he muttered. She rolls her eyes and continues with, "But all that matters is what they think of you. You wanna go all out and be stupid with your promposal? Go ahead. I'll be there every stupid step in the way."

He moves his gaze on her and mutters, "Stop calling me stupid. But, thanks."

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The plan was perfect. You and Shelby would be hanging out together, saying some good stuff about Scott, and Scott would play football with Auggie. Auggie would throw the ball at you, and he would save you. He would tie that to some smooth way to ask you out, but he would worry about that later. What was the worst that could happen?

Scott watches nervously as Shelby and you sit at the bleachers, taking a deep breath as Shelby discreetly nods and Scott starts to play. Your gaze moves to Scott, and a small smile grows on your face. Seeing Scott play football was cute to you. Despite being an ex-football captain, he still never lost his love for the sport, and you admire him for that.

Shelby notices your stare and chuckles, looking at Scott and back at you. "You eyeing Scott?" Your cheeks heat up and your eyes land on her, shaking your head as your face gets all flushed up. "No- well yeah, but not in that way! He's my friend; I just want to watch him."

Your gaze moves back to the two boys playing, and you swear you saw Scott wink at you, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you; he probably got something in his eye.

But you didn't even have time to think because the football started flying towards you, and Scott's amazing plan came crashing down as soon as the ball hit him right in the face.

"Scott!" You yell out and rush down to him with Shelby. He lets out a loud groan and covers his face. He's never felt so much pain and embarrassment before. "Auggie, fuck!" He groans out. "I didn't mean to, I- I'm sorry!" Auggie frowns and looks at the two, watching as you take Scott into your arms and prop your leg up for him to rest on.

"Shit- Scott, move your hand." You frown and try to move his hand, watching as a crowd of people form, someone rushing to grab Peter. Scott whines and shakes his head, saying something about how it really hurt, but it's muffled from his hands.

"C'mon, please? I swear the pain will be gone soon; I need to see how bad it is." You were trying to stay calm for the both of you, and after a moment, he moves his hands away to reveal a bleeding nose and some tears.

You wince and help him stand up. With the help of Shelby and Auggie, you guys safely bring him to the girls rooms and onto your bed, hurrying off to the bathroom while the two find something that could help Scott besides a wet rag.

You return to him on the bed and move his hand away. A small hiss escapes you, and you start to clean him up. The silence was killing you after a while, so you mumbled out, "That was stupid, y'know?"

He looks at you with an annoyed expression and scoffs, trying not to move too much as you clean his nose and check if it is broken. "Well, I'm sorry for saving your life," he says sarcastically, clearly upset that you didn't appreciate him saving you. Maybe his plan was just stupid.

"I mean, I appreciate it, but look at you now." You frown and place the rag on your side table, grabbing some tissues to clean the spot better. "Why'd you do it? Ruin your oh-so-perfect face for me?" He smirks and looks at you. "You like my face, huh?" You roll your eyes, and he lets out a small laugh as you punch his arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He lets his laughter die down and listens to the two of you breathing. It calmed him down to hear your breath, especially because he definitely needed to calm down. He took a deep breath and calmly let out, "Because I love you."

You stop your arm and move your gaze from his nose to his gaze, which was locked onto yours. You couldn't tell if it was because he was frozen in embarrassment or because he wanted to show you he really meant it; either way, it left you shocked.

How does he like you? He's made it very clear that he has some hatred towards you , so it didn't make sense. "But the way you act around me—" he quickly interrupted you. "It's because I'm insecure." He sighs and looks down at his hands, feeling the embarrassment creep up on him.

"You're just so- so gorgeous. You make everyone smile and laugh; it's like the goddamn sun. You shine so bright, and I can't help but feel this jealousy towards you because everyone gets to experience all of that." Although he didn't outright say it, it was clear to you that he was jealous, and it was incredibly adorable.

You let out a soft laugh, and at first he thought you were laughing at him, but a small smile formed on his lips when he realized you were laughing with him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel like I shine brighter when I'm with you. You make me sparkle, I guess."

He chuckles and moves a little closer, sensing the change in tension, and he was sure you did too because you moved closer. "Sparkle, huh? What are you, a vampire?" He smirks and wraps his arm around you, making you roll your eyes and cup his cheek. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." He smirks wider and kisses you gently, immediately crash-landing into heaven as soon as he feels your lips. They were soft and felt heavenly, just like he imagined. The kiss grew deeper but didn't last too long as someone threw a box of bandages at them.

Scott pulls away in annoyance but quickly gets flustered as soon as he sees Shelby and Auggie; he completely forgets they were coming back. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" Shelby smirks and moves her gaze between Scott and you. "But do us all a favor and get a room, will you?"

You let out a small chuckle and quickly helped Scott clean up, hearing the pair's footsteps as they headed outside. Despite both of you being complete opposites, Something told you it would all work out in the long run.

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Red Knight - Chapter 5

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1

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“Gargoyles,” Danny proclaimed one night after theyʼd successfully captured a curse ghost.

Jason replied with an eloquent, “Huh?”

“Thatʼs what they kinda remind me of,” Danny spun the thermos in his hands. “The curse ghosts. They're like really messed up gargoyles.”

Jason thought about it and he was right. The curse ghosts were like if the gargoyles on Gothamʼs buildings had 20% more limbs and teeth and were made of goo instead of stone. Fitting really, for the embodiment of a curse on Gotham.

They perched on the roof of a building not far from an old tire shop where the curse ghost had reared its ugly head. A few gargoyles perched with them, thankfully all stone and completely motionless and definitely not cursed. Shadows crawled across them as occasional car headlights passed in the street below.

“The real question is if they're less nasty or more nasty than other curses you've fought?” Jason didnʼt know if Danny even had fought curse ghosts specifically before, but it seemed likely all things considered.

Danny paused, contemplating. “Every city has ghosts that haunt it. But none as bad as this, at least that I’ve seen. None that have such a distinct form. And none that have had such a strong effect on the living.”

“Arenʼt we special,” Jason grumbled.

Danny chuckled. “Very.”

“Good thing you came here to stop them.”

Danny frowned. “Well. Not exactly. If Stanford had accepted me Iʼd be bumping heads with the ghoulies under Alcatraz, but GU was my next choice.”

Jason’s train of thought came to a skittering halt. Danny wasn’t here to fight these ghosts specifically? He made it seem like taming the curse was the only way to keep Gotham from eating itself inside out. And it was clear that he was the only one actually trying to do something about it. Maybe the only one that could.

“Wait. Fixing the worst curse ever is just what you do in your free time between lectures?” Jason folded his arms.

Danny sighed. “Iʼm not a hero, remember? And I’m trying not to do ghost stuff full time. To do that I need to do human things. Like get a degree.”

“Who says you need a degree?” Jason’s voice pitched up, betraying his incredulity.

“NASA, definitely.” Danny wasn’t looking at him anymore. Instead he tilted his head up to the sky, toward the few stars that dared to poke through the fog.

Jason bit back a laugh. He couldn’t be serious. Crime fighting- ghost hunting- whatever, it wasn’t something that you just did on the side. If there’s one thing Bruce taught him it was that civilian life was an afterthought, a persona that they had to play. Their real life, the life that mattered, was what happened once they donned their masks. And after Jason died he’d been freed from the responsibility of being a civilian at all.

Yet looking at the melancholy on Danny’s face he knew he was being sincere. It struck Jason that Danny had dreams, like real dreams, ones that didn’t involve stopping crime and saving cities and meting out justice.

It twisted something in his stomach. Dreams were a luxury Jason hadnʼt ever been able to afford. Not when he was young and fighting and stealing his way through the streets of Crime Alley. Not when he was fighting beside Bruce, desperately eager to fill the mantle of Robin. Not now, especially not now, when there was only the work of purging the rot from this city. The work that sent him back to the gutters and the alleys night after night, always looking down.

And there Danny was beside him, just as capable of fixing Gotham (or even more capable, he did begrudgingly admit), and it hadnʼt completely consumed him. He was still selfish enough to dream.

He was still looking up at the sky.

A pang of something like hatred smacked at the back of Jason’s teeth, ugly and hot. He couldn’t believe Danny’s selfishness. His naivety. Both incredibly stupid things to have in this line of work. And still Jason felt something else– a rumbling and an ache from the place under his heart. A pulling that tried to stretch across the space between them. He bit his tongue and shoved that feeling down.

//

Later that night when Jason couldn’t sleep he scoured the net for any more hits on Danny. He knew it would be easier if he just asked Tim for help. He bet that little creep could have the full dossier delivered within an hour, everything he wanted to know about Danny Fenton, but that would open Jason up to way more questions than he wanted to deal with. He still needed to keep this as far away from Bruce as possible for as long as possible.

His less than ideal search methods still yielded him a yearbook photo he hadn’t seen yet. The sister Danny mentioned– Jasmine Fenton. Turns out she was attending Stanford, psychology major. Stanford, where Danny could have been instead of Gotham. Fighting some other city’s ghosts. And Jason would have continued to be unaware of and unable to do anything about Gotham’s curse. Or his own.

He turned his attention to digging up anything he could on the Fenton parents. No real estate records, no taxes, not even driver’s licenses. But no death certificates either. Jason didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. What he did know is that they were equally as erased as their son.

He found himself drifting away from Fenton research and on to the question that nagged at him in a different way– how to predict where the curse ghosts would show up. The data from Danny’s thumb drive was already on his computer and he dutifully logged the coordinates and relevant details from that night’s encounter, another dot among hundreds on the map of Gotham.

Jason had already whittled through all the possible easy connections. Haunted places, typical goon hide outs, historic sites, even fucking ley lines– none of them had enough correlation to be a valuable predictor. Or even a decent lead.

As much as he had practiced taming his frustration, another fruitless night with no answers had him sulking. He felt certain that figuring out the curse ghosts would also help him figure out Danny. And figure out himself. He couldn’t deny that he hadn’t felt even a hint of the Pit’s clawing rage since his nightly escapades with Danny became more frequent. He considered Danny’s offer– to make the fix permanent. And Jason believed him now, that he actually did want to help.

But he couldn’t accept that offer. He wouldn’t. Not until he was sure what it really meant. Maybe if and when they solved the curse problem for good, maybe then he would accept Danny’s help.

But not yet.

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“Try something for me.”

Danny stopped mid patrol loop of known curse hotspots. Jason followed his gaze and saw a curse ghost rummaging through a demolition site where a condemned apartment once stood.

“Blast it-” Jason pulled a gun, finger ready at the trigger- “Wait!” Danny held up his hands to stop him. “First, see if you can hold the energy back before you release it.”

Danny held his palms out over one another and a ball of familiar green energy formed between them in demonstration. “Let it build up and grow.”

He focused for a moment and the ball grew larger, spun faster. He widened his palms as the ball grew, crackling with potential energy. He let it linger just a moment before— a twist of his wrist and it dissipated.

“I don’t think it works like that for me.”

“Just try it,” Danny cajoled. “I’d be a bad ghost mentor if I didn’t try to teach you how these powers work.”

Jason rolled his eyes. This felt like some kind of test, and the way Danny looked at him with rapt attention all but confirmed that. Did he truly want to help? Or Did he want to gauge how much Jason could push the limits of this power? Still, Jason’s own curiosity won out in the end.

He began by focusing on the feeling he got when he shot his usual energy bullets, allowing it to prickle through his chest and underneath his skin. Rather than let it out immediately, as he’d always done, he did as Danny instructed and held it back. He focused on his pistol. As he did, a small green sphere formed at the end of the gun.

Slowly he fed more energy to it. It grew, just as Danny’s had, spinning faster. His heart accelerated at the same pace, straining against the pull of the power. He gritted his teeth. His head felt hot, like it did when he let his rage get the better of him. Danny’s eyes glinted, reflecting the green glow with impish delight.

The sphere grew to baseball size, then basketball. Then it grew larger than that, so large he couldn’t even see the beast he was aiming at anymore. Danny said simply, “Now.”

Jason pulled the trigger. A massive green fireball exploded out of the end of his pistol, burning across the pile of wreckage. The ghost finally looked up just in time to take the blast directly to its side. It wailed in terrible unearthly tones as the green fire swallowed it.

Danny whooped in triumph. Meanwhile, Jason’s knees wobbled and he fell to all fours in the dirt. He felt suddenly cold, in that terrible clammy way right after a fever breaks.

Danny looked over as if to share the celebration but his face fell as he saw Jason.

“Shit,” he said, kneeling next to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah I— yeah.” Jason panted, swallowing a few dry breaths.

Every time he’d used this power before, he’d let it out instantly, through his guns or his gadgets. He’d never actually let it sit or take the time to feel it properly. Now he wished he hadn’t.

Using that power felt like his worst memories of the Pit, unnatural and cloying like he could still feel the waters dripping off of him. It tasted like grave dirt in his mouth.

But as he raised his head he saw the damage he’d done. There was a fucking crater the size of his living room blasted through the remains of a concrete foundation. No sign of the curse ghost. He did that.

He laughed, all shaky breath. Maybe he could get used to it. He’d have to. He didn’t have a choice but to use it against the curse ghosts. He’d be useless in fights against them otherwise.

“Let’s head back,” Danny offered.

“Yeah.” Jason ignored the small tremor in his hand as he holstered his pistol and started to get his feet back underneath himself.

Jason was halfway to standing when out of nowhere he took a hit. A force crashed into his gut from behind like a cannonball and he barely registered a curse ghost underneath him- it looked like a rhino with way way too many horns- before it flung him ten feet across the demo site and sent him careening into the rubble. He tumbled over broken concrete and snarled rebar, hard-trained muscle memory kicking in to relax his muscles enough to not take the worst of it anywhere he didn’t want to.

He blinked the dizziness from his eyes as he settled. Fuck that hurt. He felt a trickle of blood running down his face. The helmet was padded just enough to protect him from concussions. Didn’t help much with the biological nightmare that was the human nose though. He took the helmet off to keep the blood from pooling in his mouth, leaving him in just his domino mask.

“Jason?” He heard Danny shout.

“Mmfine,” was what he managed to reply as he pushed himself up. It took him a few tries to find his legs. They were still wobbly from the expenditure of power before.

Across the demo field Danny fought the new curse ghost with his usual evasive style. His mouth a hard set line as he ducked beneath swipes from many-angled horns and he responded with blasts of his own, cornering the ghost handily.

Then his gaze landed on Jason and he paused, eyes wide.

His stance went rigid. He snapped around unnaturally fast to face the curse ghost, a total shift from his flighty movements from a moment before. His gaze was sharp, cast in stark shadows from the streetlights, and impossibly, dangerously green. He raised a palm toward the ghost, slowly. And then a nuclear blast went off.

Or at least thatʼs what it felt like. Jason lifted an elbow to shield his eyes from the blinding green light. Surprisingly it wasn’t hot. Instead it felt like the air pressure had been turned up, as if the whole atmosphere was somehow heavier around them, pressing in from all sides, making it harder to breathe.

It lasted only a moment. When Jason lowered his shielding arm there was no sign of the curse ghost. No other damage from the blast either. Just scraps of shadow floating on the wind, dissipating as they rose up.

Danny lowered his hand. A bit of a glow still lingered around him like a halo, a silver outline that shimmered on top of his skin. Jason’s heart raced drunkenly as he stayed rooted to his spot. He wasn’t sure he trusted his legs to move. Danny still looked at the empty space where the ghost had been, his gaze still burning with an overwhelming power. One that Jason was very thankful to not have directed at him. Still, something stirred in his chest like a tug on a wire. The sweet sharp tang of adrenaline saturated his fear. He wasn’t sure if he could stomach that oppressive attention, but a reckless part of him craved it.

Then Danny shifted his stance again. He seemed to shrink back into himself, the glow dimming to a level that passed as human. He turned to Jason with something like guilt on his face, no hint of the commanding presence he held a moment earlier.

“Are you okay?” Danny spoke gently, but his fists were still clenched.

“Yeah. Yeah Iʼm fine,” Jason replied before he even really took stock of his injuries, but as he did he saw he hadn’t lied. The bleeding from his nose had mostly stopped. It hadnʼt been that bad in the first place.

“I think thatʼs enough for tonight.” Danny breathed, finally, releasing the last of his tension. He wouldnʼt meet Jasonʼs eyes.

It had been a while since anyone had saved him. He didn’t have anyone who watched his back, hadn’t for a long time. Strictly speaking, tonight he would have been fine even without the save. Probably.

While he was thankful that Danny covered his ass, it also annoyed him that he thought he had to.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, and then finally Danny looked at him with soft attention.

“You’re sure you’re okay? If it’s a concussion-“

“I’m fine,” Jason said, using his thumb to brush away the drying blood under his nose.

Danny just looked at him with naked concern, his fingers twitching like he didn’t know what to do with them, mouth pressed in a firm line. He took a breath as if to voice another worry but Jason cut him off with a resigned sigh.

“Look, if you're so worried why donʼt you come back to mine.” If it got Danny to stop nagging he didn’t mind burning a safehouse.

Danny nodded, mutely accepting the invite.

Jason led him back to his latest safehouse, a corner loft of an abandoned building, only accessible by rooftop. The walk there had proved that Jason wasn’t hurt bad, though Danny’s eyes kept going back to the blood on his face.

Once inside, Danny sat down on the couch. It was the only real piece of furniture in the house besides his half-broken bed. Jason felt less like a shitty host because truly it was equally as dingy as the one in Danny’s own apartment.

“Want a beer?” Jason asked from the kitchen, as he finished up rummaging his way through some makeshift first aid. The slapdash brace on his nose wasn’t his finest work, but eh. It would heal fine. It always did.

“You drink?” Danny seemed suspiciously surprised. “For me the accelerated healing makes any normal alcohol consumption pretty pointless.”

Jason froze with his hand on the fridge. “Oh. Huh.” That would explain why he had to down a whole handle and a half to feel anything. “No shit.”

Zombie-like he pulled a six pack out of the fridge. He set it down on the coffee table in front of Danny as he fell onto the couch next to him.

A part of him had still not fully believed the whole half ghost thing. Fighting ghosts was one thing. Being one was another. The tech helped maintain the illusion quite well- he had ghost power cuffs that made him invisible and ghost power socks that let him float. That explanation was easy to swallow.

But no gadget could explain why wounds that should take weeks to recover from only took him days. Couldn’t explain why he didn’t get drunk.

But there was a good explanation. A simple one too.

He wasnʼt fully human.

Shit.

Jason grabbed a beer from the coffee table, popped it with his thumb, and downed it in one long pull.

“Batman doesnʼt like metas in Gotham.” He didn’t look at Danny. He wasn’t really even talking to him. He tossed the beer bottle to the floor.

“Weʼre not metas,” Danny said, a gentle echo of what he’d said the first night they met.

“It doesn’t matter. Meta, supernatural, itʼs all the same. All are a dangerous liability in this city. You- we- count.” Jason opened another beer. Downed it. Waited to feel any hint of the alcohol hitting him. Nothing.

He could, however, feel Danny looking at him. “Iʼm not afraid of Batman.”

Jason didnʼt look back. He fiddled with the empty beer bottle, tossed it on the floor with the other one. Of course Danny wasnʼt afraid of Batman. Jason had no doubts which way that fight would go if it ever came to it.

That was an awful image to consider– Batman getting his ass handed to him by some nobody punk in jeans– and all the more reason that Bruce should never know about any of this. The curse ghosts, Danny, Jason’s own burgeoning ghost powers- more secrets he had to keep. More reasons to keep all the Bats at arm's length.

And if they ever did find out? No way their shaky truce could weather that. It’d be another war.

“Heʼs- well, they all are I guess- kind of my family. All Iʼve got left of one, anyway.” The words spilled out. He didn’t want a war with them. He never had.

Danny let out a long breath. “Oh. Family.” He laughed a sad laugh. “My parents tried to kill me. Multiple times actually. I donʼt blame them– theyʼre ghost hunters and well, they looked at me and saw a ghost.”

Danny reached for a beer. He pulled out two and handed one to Jason. He took it. “So at least it canʼt be as bad as that with yours?”

Jason grumbled. “Judging by how it went the first time I came back from the dead? It will be an absolute shitshow.”

Danny clinked his beer against Jasonʼs and took a long swig. “I dunno. I think Bruce might come around if you give him a chance.”

Jason straightened his spine, suddenly alert, alarm bells ringing in his head. “Bruce?”

Danny deflated, suddenly sheepish. “Ah. Whoops.”

That all but confirmed it. Jason groaned. Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Danny somehow knew one of Gotham’s most dangerous secrets. “How did you find out?”

“You can probably guess.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “It wasnʼt hard with a little ghostly snooping. It was one of the first things I did when I got to Gotham. I wanted to know just to double avoid him, honest.”

It wasnʼt hard to imagine any number of ways Danny could have uncovered Batman’s identity. Heʼd recognized Jason with and without his mask, but he figured that was because Danny had a sense for ghosts and, well, whatever he was. He hadnʼt considered how easy unmasking the Batman would be for him even without that trick.

“If he finds out you know, you’re dead.”

“I already am. Besides, I thought Batman had a strict no-kill policy?”

Ultimately this changed very little. Just another nail in the coffin of the strict Batman avoidance protocol. Still, he wished Danny would be a little less blase about the whole thing.

Fuck it. In for a penny, he couldn’t un-learn all the ghost shit that had turned his life upside down. He downed the beer. Danny was right the first time. It didnʼt matter what Bruce thought. He couldnʼt stop them from fighting curse ghosts. And it was truly none of his business. Danny sipped his beer with a grimace. Jasonʼs heart twisted.

“How do you stand the taste of this stuff?” Danny asked, a hint of a smile.

“It’s not about the taste. It's about the feeling.” Or lack of one. Jason thought maybe he felt the slightest tingle of tipsiness, but it could just be placebo.

Danny looked at him with that same casual intensity. He could tell his eyes lingered on his half-broken nose. Still worrying over him. Why? Why did he care if Jason got hurt? Jason stared back, trying to get a read on any of the real thoughts behind Danny’s eyes.

The silence stretched out, wide open.

Danny broke it first. “Sorry, uh. I guess I should get going.”

Jason took a beat and remembered how to breathe. “You good? Donʼt drink and fly.”

“I donʼt feel a thing,” Danny smirked. “Still, Iʼll walk.”

“You sure? You could always just crash here tonight.” The words spilled out of him before he could think better of it. He and Danny both froze, like the air has been sucked from the room. He stared at the empty six pack on the coffee table, swatting away any thoughts that dared surface, fighting the rising heat in his cheeks and desperately trying to keep his face blank.

“Itʼs okay,” Danny said finally, quietly releasing Jason from his turmoil. “Iʼll see you tomorrow?” Jason dared a look at Danny then. Warmth in his half smile like a sweater, a glint in his eye that made him feel lightheaded.

Danny stood and left, closing the door gently behind himself. Jason breathed out into the empty apartment. It felt suddenly cavernous and dead without Danny in it.

It shouldn’t mean anything but it did. Friends crashed on each other’s couches regularly, didn’t they? Jason didn’t have much experience with friends, if that’s what he and Danny were. This invitation certainly crossed that threshold. But he’d been careless. All the unknowns were still dangerous. He couldn’t let this be more than a working relationship. A partnership of convenience.

He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Pain, tender and sharp, sprung up beneath them. He sighed at the comforting familiarity of it. Then he flopped face first onto his bed, alone.

[myunconquerablesoul]

Home

s.gojo x gn!reader

Warnings: none (one ore two curse words; is that even a warning?)

Wordcount: tba

Satoru Gojo is a whirlwind of a human being.

It's been a hard month for him, with the higher-ups constantly sending him from one place to another and always up his ass. 

You, on the other hand, took care of Tsumiki and Megumi. 

Ensuring that both their lunchboxes were filled, that they got to school on time, that dinner was ready by the time they got their homework done, and that when their bedtime enrolled, they were freshly bathed and prepared to sleep…

It felt like playing house at the beginning, really.

When Satoru first enrolled with not one but two children at your doorstep, you almost wanted to murder him right on the spot.

Both of you were barely out of school. Freshly moved in together... it definitely was something.

But this dys­funk­ti­o­nal family you four built in the last years... 

You wouldn't trade this for the world.

So yes, Satoru Gojo is a whirlwind of a human being, but it never got boring.

The last years were filled with loud laughs, unconditional support, piggyback rides, fireworks, and knowing someone would catch you when you fell. 

You were content with your current life. 

Satoru came home not more than an hour ago. And while you insisted that he shower and change into a more comfortable attire, he simply moved you to sit on the couch, laid his head on your lap, and practically begged you to play with his hair.

You always loved playing with his hair, and he melted every time you did. Seeing him relaxed was calming for you, too. Knowing he was safe with you, that he was home. Knowing that in these moments, there were no obligations for the both of you other than being in love.

And so you did. You couldn't bring yourself to deny him something this little, when it was clear how exhausted he was.

Satoru doesn't have many people in his life that he can say he loves from the bottom of his heart.

Being the positive persona he is, gojo is rarely ever sad, but when he's really going through it, he's as quiet as a mouse, unresponsive and stiff, like he's unsure what to do with himself. 

You take care of him in moments like these. When he feels lost or overwhelmed. You do not ask for anything in return. Everyone has so many expectations for him, and he has to shoulder everyone's problems and responsibilities, but when he's with you, he feels so light he could fly; he feels at home. 

This past Month has been a living hell for him. Constantly being sent from one mission to another. He barely had any time to call you while he was away.

He hated every second of it.

At that time, he felt like he was neglecting his little family. And even if he didn’t like to admit it- it kinda hurt him…

The kids really grew on him. In these last years, he learned to love coming home. 

He always thought that he would hate routines- that he wasn’t that kind of man that wanted to have this thing called family- but the domestic feeling, the love and safe haven you build together-

The delicious sent that would be in the air. Little angel Tsumiki would come running and excitingly tell him what she did that day. Megumi would sit on the couch, reading a book about animals or painting on the floor. 

And every time, Satoru would come up to him to ruffle his hair a bit just to piss that little demon off. 

Then there was you, the love of his life, standing in the kitchen cooking or setting the table for everyone. 

The moment you see him, your eyes would light up, and you would welcome him home with a kiss that he wouldn't mind escalating into something more.

And as if on cue choking noises can be heard in the background as he smiles against your lips…

It felt like really coming home, every time.

But unfortunately, Satoru was stuck in god knows where for a month, fighting ugly curses.

So when he got home, he just wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and never let go.

He's currently resting his head on your lap, cheek smushed against your thigh while he snores contentedly. 

Looking at how peacefully he was asleep was a strong contrast to his constantly teasing nature.

He enjoys teasing and annoying you a bit too much.

Once, you even asked him why he would do it as much as he did, and that little Fucker just sent a smirk your way. "It's a secret."

In reality, his heart just bursts out of his chest whenever he makes you blush, and it's too cute when you're embarrassed. It just makes him feel so soft and mushy-

You couldn't help but think about the day the two of you finally got together...

"Where are we going?" 

"We?"

"Yes." A warm smile was plastered on his lips as if he was trying to lure you into his charms.

"The last time I checked, you're not my boyfriend, so there isn't any reason for you to accompany me anywhere." 

"You're right. I'm not your boyfriend."

He looked determined as he stood beside you. "Yet."

You literary did not have enough patience today to deal with him, so you simply ignored his comment. 

"I'm going to get some groceries. Want to come with me?" 

A smile spread over his lips, and his eyes sparkled under his sunglasses.

"I'd love to." 

Gojo never learned to flirt because girls always threw themselves at him, so he never had to fight for attention. Pissing people off is the only way he knows.

He's a crazy dude with no particular place for romance. However, with you, it's different.

His hand wraps around yours as he is now escorting you to a nearby grocery store.

"You don't have to hold my hand, you know."

"Oh, but I want to," he says as a matter of fact as he makes no attempt to let go as you walk through the street.

"People are going to assume that we are together."

Gojo dared to smirk. "What's wrong with that? Are we not a sweet couple?" He earnestly hoped that people actually thought so when they saw you.

"No."

"Oh, c'mon. I'm not that bad." The corners of his lips curved into a mischievous smile as he wrapped his arms around yours. "C'mon, admit it, I already stole your heart."

It pisses you off, really. The effect Gojo has on you. "What about you? Did I steal yours?"

Without hesitation, he nods. "Of course, but you are always so hard to approach." His voice sounded somewhat quiet as if his words were meant to be confidential for only you to hear. And it tugs on your heart.

"That's enough teasing for today, Gojo." You shook him off you and took a few steps away from him.

It hurt him, really. Hearing his family name out of your mouth. As if you were reminding him and yourself that you could never be something more than friends.

You call everyone else by their names, Suguro, Shoko, Kento, Yuu... but him? It's always been Gojo.

"No, I'm not done." He's getting closer to you. When you looked up to him... God, you looked so effortlessly beautiful to him that he couldn't even stop the words from slipping from his mouth.

"How about a kiss?" 

The second his words tumbled out of his pretty lips, Gojo cringed.

And you, well, you exploded. 

"Is this all a joke to you? Playing with people's feelings until you're bored and then move on to the next one?"

This has been going on for two years now. You know he wasn’t really playing you, but you couldn't take it any longer. 

"No, Y/N. I genuinely like you."

You only scoff. "And what makes you say that?"

"I've never met someone with your kind of charisma. Your wit and sass. I never felt like this before..."

He was trying his best to stay calm. Gojo's voice was soft and filled with admiration as he stared into your eyes.

"Sweet words won't get you far with me."

"These are more than just sweet words. Just give me a chance." His hand brushes against your cheek. His other hand entangles with yours.

"Let me make you happy. I just want to make you happy." Gojo was desperate. He was practically plea- no... he- he was begging.

Gojo Satoru never begged.

That was until it came to you. Just like he let you in his personal space. Constantly touching you and keeping you close. Always making you the center of his attention. Always putting you before anyone else. Never has he blocked you out with his infinity…

And somehow, this realization made you anxious.

What if-

"What if I can't make you happy?" you whispered. "What if this will not be what you wish for?"

Gojo pulls you closer as he whispers, "What if you can? What if this is everything you wish for?" He looks at you with a soft smile. It is as if nothing scares this man.

You couldn't take this anymore, so you averted your gaze. "What if I'm scared of exactly that?" It was almost inaudible, but he heard you clearly.

"Are you scared of being loved?" He pulls your hand to his chest and lays his forehead on yours.

"Are you not? What if this is all a mistake? What if you're mistaking attraction for love?"

"Trust me." His tone sounded as serious as ever. "The way I feel for you. There is no way I'd mistake it for anything else." 

You don’t even know why you’re dragging all of this out… it’s been two years by now. It’s obvious that he is sure in what he feels.

You can feel his chest rising as he inhales intensely the scent of your hair. "Why are you hesitating?"

"I'm afraid of getting hurt. Empty promises, false hopes. Pretty words to conceal cruel intentions... I'm not saying you'll have ulterior motives, but still..."

"Trust me. I mean every word I said." Gojo's hand goes up to cup your chin as he stares directly into your eyes. "I know how cruel the world is, but I promise I will never hurt you."

He then leans in a bit more, his lips hower over yours- he waits for your permission to seal this as his eyes are halflided but still locked on yours.

"Can I...?"

And you just nod because you always felt this pull towards him. So what, allow yourself this much happiness. 

Gojo's lips press against yours gently as if he doesn't want to hurt you. His lips are soft, and his breath is warm. 

It does not take long before he pulls you in tightly as his tongue tries to gain access, and he devours you. His lips are greedy, and his hands are all over you.

After the exchange, he rests his forehead on yours as his eyes remain closed.

"was that convincing enough?" he asked with a smirk. That bastard is back on teasing you again.

You just roll your eyes. "Don't make me regret this."

"You won't," He replies before kissing you again. 

All your worries disappear, and you lose touch with the real world as he consumes all your senses. 

"I'll never let you regret this."

A few years later, of course, Satoru was proven right. You never once regretted falling in love with him.

"Why are you smiling like that?" His hoarse voice startled you a bit. 

Looking down at him, his azure blue eyes meet yours. "You should rest a bit more." You spoke softly at him as you ran your fingers through his hair. Satoru only hums in delight, leaning more into your touch. "The kids only finish school in about three hours." 

"Lay with me? Want to hug you." He sounded like a little kid. You chuckled. "Sure, Baby." 

Satoru let you get up so that you could lay on top of him on the couch, and the moment you're settled, his arms wrapped around you with a tight grip, he kissed you on the top of your head.

"Ahh... That's much better."

Yeah, it is.

Now that he was home…

[entropicbias]

your existence is genuinely befuddling to me. like i mean this in the absolute nicest way possible, which is kinda stupid because it's going to sound incredibly condescending and mean anyway. i just do not understand how you can build your life and personality around a character you ostensibly have the same name as and get offended when people ask if you are roleplaying or kinning or treat you as a character. especially in the homestuck community. understandably i'd get pissed too but in this community people seem to lack critical thinking skills and you seem aware of that too

i think the way you type everywhere and the fact that a lot of your friends do the exact same thing as you but with other characters from hs gives it away

im not even necessarily saying it's a bad thing to kin a character but if you're gonna do it, it just seems disingenuous to frame it as "i've always been this way"

i understand that i am an asshole for even insinuating that you're just playing a character or maybe it's just that people noticed that you share some similarities with a certain character and you just play into that for fun or something

so i guess my question is whether this is just a huge bit or not. you don't even have to answer this i was just wondering as somebody who previously built my entire identity around a fictional character before

(very well said. john egbert isn't really unique in personality. maybe you should've gone to someone who acted like xehanort. i think that would've landed you a better answer.)

here are multiple tweets of me humoring comments i get regarding this. and also casually telling people i'm not doing a bit, and i don't think i'm john egbert from homestuck. very casually, i've only gotten offended when people have associated me with the character to make assumptions about my personal life and my identity. i'm not sure where else you've seen me "get offended over it" like it's a federal issue. i am pretty aware that that is a normal assumption to make based on what i act like.

here are some youtube comments i made when i was nine or ten. i have never typed exactly like this for all my life consistently. just like any other person. i have had phases where i've just changed to adjust to whatever was big in internet humor and language. but, using periods is just muscle memory to me.

my friends are also their own people. matter of fact, i am friends with a lot of them because this is a shared experience. you see many people in the fandom who have either been like me or there are many cases where people are transgender and have taken on the name and look of a character they relate to. or some people are genuinely just like, people with DID.

there was a brief period in my life where, because of the way i was, i was told i needed to associate with an identity close to how people claim they are "irls" of characters. but i was also 15, and i was a very impressionable kid. and you have to remember that this was like, a trend. even so, i don't think i have ever publicly associated myself with the label at all. it was just a thing i picked up from some weird friends i had going into the fandom. i am obviously grounded in reality, and i am my own person!!!!

i do not currently "kin" or say i "kin" cause that is really gay. no offense to kinners, the concept is fun! it just got ruined by fandom people.

john egbert is more like a persona to me than anything! but it's not like you could tell my drawings of him and me apart. again, not a federal issue.

i think this was a really presumptuous way to ask me this question, like you've completely figured out my act out or something by insinuating that i am being disingenuous. i would have a lot more respect for you if you either approached me privately or didn't make the only way of answering your question to publicly have to tell people i am not lying about my image. i'm really only answering this because i'd hate it if other people thought the same. so, let me clear the air!

i am not building my life around john egbert. that is not even possible at this point because i am a grown ass man. if i wanted to be more like john egbert, i wouldn't draw gay homestuck art as my main hobby.

does this answer your invasive question.

[wistrea-a]

(シ. .)シ woe, wishlist be upon ye! * this is basically a list of things of plots that i want to really do, so here we go! for reference, if anyone's interested in doing these.

childhood friends because your muse trained at the horikoshi estate, since the horikoshi clan has a very long history of swordsmen and fighters, and people often come there to train in their estate. also possibly? childhood rivals while your muse was staying in anmatsuri.

FRIENDS OR LOVERS TO ENEMIES... i just need the angst of that situation so bad...

your muse and kira being on the same adventuring party together.

ARRANGED MARRIAGE BUT SOME KIND OF DISPUTE HAPPENS AND SUDDENLY THEY FIND THEMSELVES ON OPPOSING SIDES?? and the next time they meet, they're no longer lovers, but instead enemies…

kinda similar to the last one but i'm really interested in writing rivals stuff. academic rivals, family rivals, rivals based on their profession, etc. i just know kira would love the competition with someone.

something revolving around kira traveling as a single mom with her apprentice, solace, and meeting your muse. and maybe them helping ki hide solace from the people who are hunting him?

things in her wisteria shop verse! in which kira owns a magic shop somewhere in a seaside town where her ravens deliver her packages for her and her building is never without the birds perching along the roof.

i've been having brainrot for hero / vigilante stuff, so imagine fake marriage / relationship for the same of an alibi plot, wherein both muses have secret identities but one mission led them to finding out each other's secrets and said mission also needed them to have an alibi because they were almost caught. they needed to improvise and just said they were married and it worked so they've been stuck like that ever since. maybe real things develop, maybe they do a messy public divorce, who knows 🤔

[ more under the cut because it got long ^_^ ]

more stuff for ki's vigilante verses, but i'd loooove something revolving around knowing each other when they were younger (especially in kira's verses where she was basically alone as a kid and fighting to get by) and then meeting again years later. i just looove the idea of that being their established past and that being the foundation of their future interactions -> reunions, revelations, and seeing how each other has changed after everything that's happened to them since they last saw each other and GRRRRRRRR

ok last for the hero stuff but your muse and kira on opposite sides of a fight but it's a star-crossed lovers or friends kind of thing. maybe ex-friends or ex-allies, lovers on different sides. but also what if like, frenemies in the sense that they team up together only when necessary.

i need to write more things revolving around kira's wings, honestly. her allowing your muse to touch them, or wrapping her wings around them while they need warmth, etc.

PLOTS WHERE SHE LETS YOU SEE HER SCARS... she turns off the glamour that's on her constantly, allowing them to see what she usually hides on her skin.

CRIME AU'S! the horikoshi clan being a criminal family / gang who owns a club called the wisteria den. it’s believed that the eldest son, matsuko, runs things while the second son, ashitaka, is a feared assassin known as the beheading serpent. the youngest and only daughter is known as an “angel” amongst her family. kira is just known as someone who can be found in the lounge singing ever so often, when in fact it’s Kira who really runs things in the horikoshi clan and is ruthless behind her feigned innocence. kira projecting this angel like persona but becomes ruthless the moment she turns it off. imagine her wearing all white to play the part but by the end of the night the dress is covered in red….

[namesnamesandmorenames]

yayyyyyyy ask box!!!! okay, now the important question:

how would you categorize 9-1-1 characters in Leverage-land?

thanks for reaching out about this!!! 🫶🏻

Bobby— Mastermind, it is a cop out potentially because he is the leader but come on Bobby is like Nate if Nate ever got sober and nice— he’s literally an alcoholic with sever survivors guilt. He also has a pretty ridged moral code that I feel could drive a leverage team to form though I’m not sure how he would enter a life or crime? Perhaps his 3 generation firefighting family was a long line of conmen instead.

Athena— also a Mastermind/Inside Man/Hitter (She’s Angela basset she can fulfill a lot of roles!)— I like the idea that she was a cop and switched sides because of something and uses the insider knowledge sorta like Nate with the evil business people he interacted with as an insurance man or (not that he’s a Mastermind but) Harry in redemption with all the evil business men he defended as a lawyer. She also is undeniably a great leader but I do think that she would have some kind of hitter role in the past, Elliot hates guns but she doesn’t have to and I feel like she would know about weapons and could take up the “Its a very specific __” running joke? idk I also feel like she should be allowed to punch people.

Chimney— Grifter, I feel like this might be a controversial placement because we all know chimney is a TERRIBLE liar but Sophia is a terrible actress unless she’s in the middle of a con! Chimney being a terrible secret keeper in his day to day life only to be fantastic at creating and living in different personas would be really fun I feel! Also, Chimney telling Karen Hen DIED in order to match-make them makes me think he commits to a con in a way that a grifter needs to.

Buck— Thief, so Olivier might be too muscly to go through air ducts now, but I feel like some of Bucks daredevil stunts map nicely onto this role! Specifically his well documented love of rope rescues. Also like Parker he was neglected for most of his childhood and even if they reacted to that neglect in different ways I do think that petty crimes like shoplifting are ones that neglected kids end up doing for attention and if Buck was still not getting the attention he wanted I think he would just escalate.

Hen— Grifter, Hen has reinvented herself multiple times she has been a pharmaceutical rep/a paramedic/ a med student- I’m thinking of the Rashomon job and I can see a world where Hen could play a museum worker and a heiress on the same night and not be noticed because her personas are so rock solid and she put the time into building up those identities (Sophia being at the museum for 6 months and Hen going through years of med school)

Eddie— I do think Hitter makes sense, especially since his and Elliot’s backstories are pretty spot on in a lot of ways. I also think that he would be the guy that kinda hates being the hitter, and he would really bloom in a leverage like team because I think he would like to try on the different hats that a team like this would allow for! (I think he would have long term Mastermind potential!)

Maddie— Hacker, I mean she’s literally the guy in the chair as a dispatcher! I also am thinking back to all of the phone calls that Hardison had to make to pull off different cons and I just think it kinda works! I also really like the idea of Maddie being responsible for one of the redemption things Hardison does basically making DV survivors unfindable on the internet. But I do think that she probably ends up being pulled into Grifter roles more often as time goes on just because I think she could fit a lot of different personas for cons.

Karen— Hacker 1000% but kinda like a Breanna from redemption Hacker who can do a lot of the engineering. I mean she is a rocket scientist after all! I also think Karen would be good at some of the forgery job’s that the team ends up stuck with sometime? I'm also thinking of her and hen's night out and how ready Karen was to track down the person who stole (hen's phone or credit card) and that kinda excitement to be getting out and doing something reminds me of early season Hardison.

Also I know I didn’t say May in my ask but— May and Breanna? Such similar characters in this AU imo- Athena would hate that she was following in her footsteps but I think Maddie and Karen would take May under their wing and she would be a hacker too

I have thought about this potentially too much loll

[everlastingremorse-blog]

Ok, so, In Sound Mind is an amazing game and you should definitely play it if you think you’d like it. So I’m gonna be posting a lot about it because I finished it and it’s super good.

So let’s start with what it is.

It’s a psychological survival horror indie game with a soundtrack by The Living Tombstone (‘you should’ve picked Mercy’ guy). If you’ve played any persona game, then it’s like if that was survival horror. It has some really cool ‘monster designs,’ that are like symbolic and stuff.

Anyways, you play Desmond Wales, a therapist who wakes up in the basement of your building. As you start to explore, you realize that the world isn’t quite what it seems, and you begin investigating the situations of your patients (one died, one is in a coma, and two are missing). While they at first seem unrelated, a large narrative and conspiracy starts to unravel.

Besides Persona, it’s also like the comic Monstermind, if you’ve ever read that. That one is a comedy, but it’s kinda the same concept. It’s also good, so maybe check it out if you like anthropomorphizations of mental illnesses/concepts. Also, Dimension 20’s mentopolis.

Quick note, Tlt didn’t do the sound design, he just made 6 incredible songs for the game.

EDIT: So apparently he did do the entire soundtrack, I think. I’m 90% sure he did, maybe with some help from the sound design team at We Create Stuff. But the whole ost on Spotify, and it says that he’s the author. On the other hand, the credits had some for sound design (at least I think I remember seeing that, I wasn’t paying super close attention)

It’s made by this small indie company called We Create Stuff. It seems to be their first foray into an original IP that is a full game with a narrative and stuff. They have other games, but they’re not necessarily “games.” That mean. If you check out their website, you’ll see what I mean. They have other games, but In Sound Mind is their first game game.

Anyways, I’ll get more in depth in later posts, but we’ll end here rn because no spoilers.

[abbysinterestsblog]

heart-felt bonds! precure mini infodump!

this is a fanseries idea ive had since july of last year, its inspired by wanderpre (a nonhuman mc) and the futari wa seasons! (only 2 cures. no midseasons.) i only have the cures and plot, no ideas 4 items, villains or anything else.

“When we're together, our hearts are patched as one! Heart-felt bonds! precure!” (Pun on heartfelt, with felt also referring to the kind of fabric.)

plot: There’s all kinds of bonds, from the friendships people share, the bond people and their pets have, the unbreakable bond of siblings and family, and romantic relationships, but what ‘bout a special kind of bond people had from the start?

From plushies and blankets to devices and figures, at least some1 has that special object that they never want to give up, however, when these special things are abandoned/thrown away, sadness, confusion and anger builds up in them, eventually turning them into giant monsters known as tearror, (tears as in both ripped fabric and the tears people shed plus terror,) who vent out their anger over their abandonment by destroying anything they find, to make sure these things find a 2st chance of love, a new duo of precure is formed!

Meet kawa (name shortened from kawaii, japanese for cute,) a plush doll owned by mika nuime, (nuime means seam) mika is a shy girl who has kawa ever since she was a infant, even though she’s in middle school, she still talks to and sleeps with kawa, this has gained the attention of bullies, who tell her “you still sleep with that ol’ thing?! Give it up!” this comes to a boiling point when mika, after a rough day, feels lik she doesnt want kawa anymore, on the way to the local thrift store, mika encounters a damaged mp3 player tearror, mika, panics and apologizes to kawa for almost throwing her out and tells her: “I know you’re just stuffing and fabric but you’re my best friend! You're my big sister! You are real to me! I wish…I wish we can do something about this!” suddenly, a light surrounds mika, and in a -poof- of light, kawa turns into a human girl! before the two could even react to what just happened, they become cures! “Precure, heartfelt♡connection!” (i hc they have to be together to transform, but somtimes, if they try hard enough, the two can transform by themselves....but it makes them weaker and more easier 2 defeat) mika becomes cure sew and kawa becomes cure enjoy!

character bios:

Kawa nuime/cure enjoy:

mika’s childhood plush doll/imaginary friend who has always dreamt of becoming human, she’s kind and gentle, (always comforting & being there for mika,) but somtimes acts energetic, silly & mischievous, she has the ability to change herself from inactive plushie (unlike mofurun, as a plushie, kawa...cant move or talk. she can think though.) to human by pressing the 2 yellow bows in her hair, (or if mika presses the 2 bows in her hair while kawa is in her plushie form) she sees herself as mika’s older sister, (both physically, she looks slightly older and mentally, fun fact: she considers the day she met mika her birthday, since that's the day that their bond was created, you could say that her and mika are twins.) she speaks with a bit of a southern/kansai/osakan accent (think kinda lik labrys from persona 4 arena or akane from smilepre) her catchphrase is “-blank- is sew amazing!!” (sew kinda sounds lik so, or, “sew-goi!” in japanese, since sew kinda sounds lik the su part in sugoi, japanese 4 amazing) which she says whenever she’s amazed by somthing, kawa tends to call mika “meeks”, she’s a yellow (pastel) cure, as cure enjoy, her introduction phrase is: “A heart sewn with happiness 'n' love! Cure enjoy!”

Mika nuime/cure sew:

A bullied 13-year old girl who has intense anxiety (she panics bout stuff, alot, she worries whenever she encounters ppl, she burst into tears easily, even as cure sew she worries, and she overthinks and worries bout bad stuff happening...poor girl. Luckily kawa is there to reassure her and to help her out.) and struggles to interact with new people or speak up, she feels like kawa is her only friend, and often imagines her as her older sister, (she’s a only child,) she’s scared of her new duty of being a precure, (she’s not a fighter and would rather just stay behind and cheer on cure enjoy) but wants to have the courage to help anybody or anything, she’s a pink (pastel pink) cure, as cure sew, her introduction phrase is: “Courage being stitched together! Cure sew!”

[stoic--rose]

just finished persona 1, spoilers under the cut

alright now that we've weeded out all the JOKESTERS, i loved this game, i love the characters, story, surreal atmosphere and setting, all that jazz. that being said those last few dungeons, ESPECIALLY avidya world, gave me so much heartache and grief, since grinding wasnt a mindless task i could just zone out to, since some of the encounters have enemies that either null or reflect magic or guns, so you have to be conscious of what's going on in the battle, and it just drove me up the wall near the end. that being said, the 7 hours of endgame grinding really paid off when i got to absolutely stomp pandora into the pavement with heiroglyphein. one of the most liberating feelings ive ever gotten playing an rpg. also, i dont think i like persona's demon system. i wish that you got the actual demon itself like you do in normal smt, rather than these stupid cards, and im especially not a huge fan of the fact that theres persona rank, persona level, and the persona's level, it was mad confusing and it took me until literally the final dungeon of the game to fully understand it. i also feel like ranking up personas takes WAY too fucking long, and the encounter rates are pretty crazy in places like the overworld map.

next, specific comments on the psp version, i didnt jive with the alternate soundtrack at first but it definitely grew on me over time. and some songs like bloody destiny absolutely fuckin kick ass. still not used to the original names though, nanjo will always be nate to me. also wasn't a huge fan of the new world map at first, since i do prefer the janky ass 3D overworld map of the ps1 version aesthetically, but i think that the new 2D map is just a lot better from a gameplay standpoint, it's a lot easier to navigate and you don't get lost as easily. sorry cate, gonna have to give this point to the psp version........ i also do GREATLY appreciate the skip feature they put into the battles, i played up until about the end of the sebec building in the ps1 version before just giving the fuck up because of how damn slow the battles were, it drove me nuts. after seeing how much grinding i ended up doing at the end of the game in my playthrough, i know for a fact i would have just given up if i kept going with the ps1 version. that being said, i think i definitely want to give the ps1 version another shot at some point, i kinda love how shitty the localization is, stuff like that is always fascinating to me

final playtime was 147:18, which is probably the longest time ive ever spent on an rpg just beating the main story, not going for anything like 100%. played on normal mode, took the SEBEC route, brown was my chosen party member. overall, i really loved persona 1 and will definitely be playing it again. im especially excited to check out the other routes, although i might do my other playthroughs on easy mode just to save my sanity. i did my time, i beat this game with no save states or fast forward on an original psp, i earned this

[ncityavenue]

| Late | M.L

》in which, Mark's late to his first class and you're stuck "alone" in that class without him.

Warnings: none, short story

A/N: okay cause this is kinda based off a dream I had so yeah

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You walk into your first class, which is gym, huffing and puffing. You check the time on your watch and it's nearly 8:30, you sat in your spot on the bleachers looking around to see no sight of your best friend, Mark.

You couldn't text him since phones weren't aloud in the building and had gave it in already, so you sat in your space of the gym hearing your teacher's lecture about being better in gym and putting more effort.

he's usually earlier than me,

Maybe the bus is being slow today, he would've told me if he wasn't coming in.

You thought.

You saw his other friends that are your acquaintances walk in through the door. Johnny,Taeyong, and Jaehyun.

They had spotted you and waved at you, well at least Taeyong did. Taeyong nodded to Johnny and Jaehyun to sit near you, they silently agreed with him.

"Where's mark?" Which is the first thing to come out your mouth.

"Hello to you as well." Jaehyun's monotone deep voice answers.

"Sorry, hello guys."

"I thought you would know where he would be." Johnny said.

"He's probably late." Taeyong shrugged.

"No He's usually here before me." You pout a bit.

Johnny noticed your normally bubbly persona being nowhere in sight considering Mark isn't here.

"It'll be fine y/n, he didn't leave you."Jaehyun slightly poked fun at you.

You stayed quiet the entire time, you remained on the bleachers having your head rested on your arms which are rested on your heavy book bag.

You watched everyone else play basketball and volleyball, you contemplating going inside the weight room but that would just be too awkward for you considering you go in there only with mark when he's doing sets with his friends and for you to work out yourself a little.

Jaehyun,Johnny, and Taeyong were playing basketball still semi keeping you company, " Y/n, come play with us." Johnny suggested.

"I'm good thanks."

"Oh no you're not, you are not gonna just sit there long faced." Johnny grabbed you by the arm dragging you off your butt.

You groaned placing your bag down, Johnny gently pushed you into the small court area you stood there awkwardly since normally you didn't play basketball with them. You played with—you guessed it— Mark.

Jaehyun threw you the ball with a look that deceived you a bit. "Cmon shoot it, it's ok if you don't make it! Jaehyun's worse." Taeyong whispered the last part making you giggle.

You threw it and successively got it through the hoop, Taeyong and Johnny clapped while Jaehyun had a look of approval on his face.

"Okay we're gonna play a game now, we'll teach you as we g-"

"Bro, she's friends with Mark. She obviously knows how to play basketball." Taeyong cut Johnny off.

"Or she probably doesn't considering she is friends with Mark." Jaehyun corrected.

"I'm telling him you said that." You spoke finally.

"Go ahead, also tell him he owes me a match. Considering I couldn't play him last time because you were hogging him up." Jaehyun said.

What is his problem?

Maybe he didn't get laid this past week from the party we had.

Not my fault you get no bitches dude.

You thought to yourself before rolling your eyes shooting the ball in the hoop making it in again.

"I wasn't hogging no one up, he had the choice of playing with you or not. He chose me, get over it." You said dribbling the ball.

You always had to shit talk jaehyun in the mornings for some reason, it became a routine. It's like you genuinely had to degrade him to get his respect ever-y-day. Maybe it's his kink.

You passed the ball to Taeyong, so you could check the time. It was almost 2nd period.

There's no way Mark was this late, okay maybe 20 or 10 minutes late but missing all of 1st period??? No way.

"It's almost time to leave." Johnny mentioned, you nodded.

"..Well maybe he slept in late." Taeyong reassured you about Mark.

You continued to play with them until the bell rings, picking up your bag you dread going to second period which was science. Science was only fun because of Mark.

"You could walk with us to our class before going to yours." Taeyong suggested, you happily took the opportunity as you waited for them to change out of their gym clothing to their regular clothes.

You walked with them to their second period, " Man I really don't feel like going to science today."

"..I thought you liked science?" Taeyong raised his eyebrow.

"Mark." Johnny mumbled to him, Taeyong nodded softly.

"You really are a vegetable without him huh?" Jaehyun remarked.

"Oh hush Jeffery, their friendship is adorable. Stop being Jealous." Johnny scolded him.

You chuckled at the nickname Johnny gave him, "Jeffery." You mocked Jaehyun, he only gave you a side eye.

They were infront the classroom they were going to, they had said their farewells and not without sweetheart Taeyong giving you a small side hug.

You walked back to your class with long drawn out steps, you seriously didn't wanna go to science but you had to.

You were only 5 minutes late, you walked in apologizing to the teacher as you turned your head to find a seat you saw no one other than your best friend Mark sitting in his usual seat. Which was way in the back almost in the corner but not quite since you took the corner seat.

"Mark!" You squealed nearly, he smiled at you holding his arms out to give you a hug.

"I'm sorry I was late" Mark apologized.

"You gave me a heart attack, I thought something happened to you."

"I know I know, sorry. I woke up late, thought I set my alarm to 6:00 but I guess I forgot. So when it was 8:30 I sped out my bed, I even forgot to put on my bracelet you gave me." Mark sheepishly explained.

"I can tell you rushed, your hair isn't evenly gelled or parted. It's okay I got a small tub of gel in my bag and a comb." You said.

"Why would you have that in your bag?"

"Well, if I ever beat a bitch up but after I still wanna look cute or if I just look dusty and wanna fix up my hair orrrr situations where my best bud is late and didn't do his hair correctly such as this one." You explained, taking out your notebook.

"Hah, I love you y'know that?" Mark said looking at you fondly.

You paused a bit before replying, "I love you too."

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[tsarstroganoff]

Well, while I’m stuck in traffic, I can talk about all my OCs lmao.

I saw a TikTok a few weeks ago of someone sharing all their OCs for the content they intake and enjoy. The caption was “I am cringe but I am free.” And, honestly, felt.

So, it’s my turn to be cringe and share my OCs and you have to deal with it lol.

- Arcane

I don’t actually have a name for him, tbh. I have just been calling him “Gale” which will make sense as I explain. He grew up a Zaunite working in the mines and his health was slowly deteriorating from constant exposure to the gray and hazardous conditions. When given the chance to escape the mines and the undercity as a whole. He takes it. He’d die if he didn’t and he needs to fight to survive. Managing to escape and take some time to begin recovering his health, he takes inspiration for the tales of Janna and begins researching the science of wind and air. Eventually he returns to Zaun (potentially some time after season 1) with his new tech that allows him to manipulate air currents and blow away toxic fumes within the undercity. He’d probably end up joining up with the firelights later, or something, to start working towards bringing clean air to Zaun. He’s my most recent so I’m still working out the kinks with him.

- Persona

Specifically he fits into the Persona 5 framework. His name is Daichi and his codename is “Artifice.” He’s exactly what the people of shujin accuse Joker of being: “A convicted felon.” He’s the type of person who looks and acts unapproachable. He did a stint in juvie for something (I don’t know lol) and is now at Shujin to serve some sort of rehabilitation like Joker is. He has become a social outcast and is commonly seen practically running from the school when classes end. Where you’d usually find him is at a repair shop where he tends to work on all manner of mechanical or electronic device. Building and repairing them. But, no coding. He can do hardware, not software. Eventually something something something he gets pulled into the metaverse and awakens to his persona, Daedalus, and takes up the mantle of Artifice. From there Joker and the other thieves get to see that his “strong-but-silent” exterior is a result of an antisocial nature and he’s actually very talkative to the people he considers friends. He’s got a dry with and a hell if a lot of sarcasm. Usually it’s Ryuji or Ann dragging him out to places “against his will” (he loves them and enjoys spending time with them. Don’t lie to yourself) But he does get along well with Haru as they both favor the heavier weapons and more aggressive aspect of fighting. He fights with a pair of gauntlets that allows him to both punch and grapple enemies to his hearts content.

- My Hero/BNHA

I gotta get better at giving these characters actual names and not just WIP names or code names/titles. Here is the Rhythm Hero: Melodist. Quirk: Rhythm. Anyone ever played guitar hero or rock band? Maybe DDR? Thats his quirk. If he is listening to or playing music and performs an action in time with the notes being played, he gets a boost to whatever physical action it is. Running in time with the down beat of a song lets him run faster for longer. If he throws a punch or kick with a cymbal crash it hits harder. Etc. He operates in a similar manner to Presentation Michael or Jirou in he is both a performer and a hero. His defining feature is his combat guitar support gear. Because, c’mon, laying out a nasty power chord them slamming the guitar over some chump’s head is just cool.

- One Piece

This one I technically have two. But, one is a DnD character for a one piece based campaign me and my friends are playing. The first (again, with no actual name) I just call “the Captain.” (Real original, tsar) He’s not too fleshed out beyond how I would expect him in combat. I’ve dual wields a cutlas and pistol/blunderbuss in a very fluid kinda watery grace. If you’ve played Hyrule warriors and have seen Tetra’s move-set, that’s what I’m basing this off of. That’s about it. He’s got the traditional pirate aesthetic of the tricorn hat and his captains coat being worn off his shoulders like is commonplace in one piece. And he’s got a bandana around his neck. (I need to do more work for this guy lol)

- Legend of Zelda

The sheikah are followers of the blood of the goddess. Chosen to be aids and advisors and even sometimes guardians for those who bear the blood of the goddess. Usually this takes the form of Impa and her various lives’ relationships with their select Zelda’s. But, they go all the way back to being in the service of the actual goddess herself, as shown from both Skyward Sword and things seen in the Hyrule Historia. My thought was to have a character from that time period be basically an everlasting archive of the history of Hyrule. A sheikah honored with the boon of being a reliquary of hyrule’s stories and the stories of its great heroes. Never really getting involved and always in the outskirts of everything. But, he will step in to offer aid and guidance from the past where he can to the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero. He’d stand in a similar regard to the likes of the Deku Tree, Jabun, Levias, the ocean king, the various dragons, etc. a timeless individual who is a whole host of knowledge that is willing to grant that knowledge if you know what to ask for. Predictably, no name for him, either. (Get your shit together, Tsar)

- Marvel Comics

Specifically the comics. I fell out of love with the MCU a bit before infinity war came out. The guy is kinda blending of the hulk/Bruce banner and Wally west from DC. Wally/kid-flash/the third flash saw what Barry Allen was able to accomplish and figured out how to replicate the incident that gave him his powers, getting some for his own and becoming the first kid-flash before inheriting the mantle of the scarlet speedster for himself. That’s the same general framework for my guy. He saw what banner did and was capable of as hulk and set out to try and replicate it (just, y’know, minus the setting off and getting caught in the blast radius of what basically amounts to a turbo-nuclear bomb). Boom! Another member to be added to the hulk family. Of course he wouldn’t have the same skillset/power set as the hulk. But, certainly similar. Each hulk has their own general schtick that helps set them off from the green Goliath. Even Hulk has different capabilities based on what run there is (Worldbreaker, Professor Hulk, Joe Fixit, etc). So, my guy’s schtick was kinda a half-inverse fusion of red hulk and abomination. As red hulk gets angrier, he gets hotter. The energy welling up inside of him and quite literally burning through his skin. So the inverse of that is getting colder. More frosty. An endothermic reaction rather than exothermic. Then add in some amphibious/aquatic traits like abomination has and you get my guy. A hulk situated for frozen tundras and the deep sea. No name for him beyond “blue hulk guy.”

Basically every other character I would have either has roots as a DnD character who has been manipulated to fit other franchises or is just a self insert for a franchise that has no definitive characterization for the main character. Oh, my farmer in stardew valley is just me but slightly to the left and in a different font? Tell me more. Here’s a real old DnD character of mine who never really saw the light. Let’s change maybe three words in his backstory. That’ll make him fit right in in X-franchise.

Anyways, I could go more in depth with the tropes and character stories I have thought up for each of them, but I won’t.

I am cringe but I am free

[sorrinslays]

Hey it's me, the person who keeps bugging you about your headcanons lol. I really liked ur take on Seele and Sampo, even though you said you're not super familiar w her character! To me, they feel like they have a more outwardly hostile relationship similar to Kaeya and Amber from genshin (which i'm not sure if you've played or not lol) and so i agree with you on a lot of ur points! I'll try to stop after this, but if you have any headcanons for either Natasha or Serval and Sampo's potential relationships, I'm all ears!

Hi anon!!!!!! Don't worry, you're not bothering me at all! I love answering your asks!!!

I have played Genshin and, yeah, I can see the Kaeya&Amber comparison! It's pretty on point.

I don't really have aby headcannons per se, but I can give a small relationship analysis between the characters? Hope it's a good enough trade off!

So, Sampo came to Belobog a month or two before the Underworld was sealed in which he spent time just observing the city, trying to understand how it works so it's not obvious that he's an outsider. He educated himself on Belobogian history, traditions, language, slang and the like.

Then, the seal happened and, as a way to help the Underworlders without just barging into Natasha's orphanage and being like ' I know you know nothing about me and I just kind of spawned in here. Don't question it. I can help you'. No, he needed to build a name for himself first. So while he was starting up his scamming business he would leave bandages and medicine vials for the moles to find and give Natasha.

Of course, she realized that it's not a coincidence that medicine, something she needed, something that was hard to obtain, just spawning around for the moles to find. So tries and catch however is leaving the medicine, and that's how Sampo and Natasha met.

After that they started working together. Delivering Medicine bled into delivering medicine and intel until slowly a friendship was created.

I know a lot of people like to imagine Sampo and Natasha being close friends and 'oh Natasha can read Sampo like an open book' but personally that never really spoke to me?

The way I see it, it's a business casual friendship. An unlikely pair forming from having to work together due to circumstances. Natasha does care about him, but she can't trust him completely. She wants to, but Sampo isn't making it easy. She recognizes that he's not a bad person, but aside from that, everything around him is blurry. His origin, his thoughts, plans... there's no knowing unless you are Sampo Koski.

Sampo, although he's not a fan of the way she views the world, does want to help her. There have been talks about him officially joining Wildfire, but he always refused, never really explaining why. He wants to help Wildfire, and he does! It's just he always keeps his distance because he recognizes he doesn't belong there. Sampo Koski, the persona, the role, has no place with the heroes of the story, he's in it as a catalyst, not as a protagonist.

Bottomline is, the way I see it Natasha does want to be closer to Sampo to understand him better, but he's not letting her due to personal reasons. She never really persisted since she didn't have the chance to do so due to her responsibilities with the clinic and Wildfire.

And soon enough, now that the underworld and the overworld are united once more, she'll never have the chance since they'll be on different social statuses and Natasha, a hero in her own right, will stop working with Sampo, a criminal.

Serval on the other hand........

I don't have many thoughts. I kinda see them as people who got along but never were close friends. It's like a friend you see once every six months and have fun with. But not one that you go out of your way to get close with.

From Sampo's perspective the friendship had the benefit of watching Serval work and learning a few things by observing.

Now that the Overworld and the Underworld are connected I don't think Serval would ever go out of her way to find and hang out with Sampo. Like I said, it's not a friend you go out of your way to get close to.

As for relationships.... Boy do I have thoughts. It deserves its own post to be honest

[mikalame]

heyo! would you mind doing a manzini req? you can make this oneshot or hcs.. manzini is doing a music video(i've been listening 2 the balloon song), and reader is involved in it somehow? singing with him, dancing in the background, anything really!

tysm, keep up the good work! <3

My Girl

When Manzini came in to see who would be his 'love' interest and who he would be singing with, he had know idea it would be you, ___ his celebrity crush, the girl who he had been begging his manager to get on the set.

Once he relised that he was starting a bit hard he snapped out of it, shaking his head slightly and taking a few deep breaths he walked forward laying on the cool guy persona while inside his head he was freaking out.

Beofre he could even try and give himself a good first impression ___ quickly say "Oh you must be Manzini righ?, the guy whos been dieing to see me, its nice to meet you"

Manzinis face goes bright red clearly emmbarrsed that his manager would do this to him but he continues "hehe yeahh thats me Manzini" he chuckles rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"___, MANZINI, YOUR SEANCE IS COMING UP" the manager yells from across the studio.

After the sence shoot cuz i aint doing all that

The manager was droning on for what seemed like forever to Manzini, his eyes everywhere but the person he was supposed to be looking at, until his eyes caught ___ leaving the building.

Manzini got cut out of his thought when the managers voice bounced at him "Boy are you listening, did you hear what i said" the mans eyebrows furrow clearly pissed off.

"Huh yeah, um i have to go, see you later" He yelled running to the door he had seen the girl go out off moments before.

Manzini was running down the street looking for the girl he had seen, holding his pants up so they wouldnt trip him over, "where is she i just saw her" he says worry in his tone holding his hand over his eyes blocking out the sun so he could see better.

"Manzini, are you ok" a voice appears next to him, he quickly flicks his head around and low and behold its ___, her eyebrows knitted and worry etched on her face.

"___" he says breathless "thats my name dont wear it out ahahah" she laughs at her own joke, he chuckles at it as well.

"Hey um i dont know but um would you like to mabey go on a- a date sometime, you dont have to im sure your busy an all but uhm you know if your free or what ever" he stutters over his own words

"Yeah i would love to im free saterday if thats all right" she chips back excitement on her face now

"Yeah that- thats great um, could i have your number then to you know set a time and place" he says mirroring the same expression the girl has.

"Yeah, sure" she flips out her phone and dials in the number, handing the phone back to the boy before bidding her goodbye.

"Hope to see you soon" she calls out to him walking away, looking effortless and beautiful as always

"yeah you too ..." he trails off as he watches her walk away.

Hope you likeeee, balloon is ligit one of my fav songs at the moment, sorry its kinda sort as well

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