Even a month after reading it, I’m still taken aback by how dark the metal virus arc was, cause not only did all the main characters go through tons of grief, but we also see a glimpse into how other characters feel that aren’t apart of the main cast.
The poor girl, who knew she was infected, and despite that she tried and pleaded not to be left alone, cause the world was falling apart, she was losing everyone she loved, and she was scared. So the last thing she wanted was to be alone. Seeing this kind of feeling displayed in a sonic comic of all things filled me with dread, cause it felt oh so realistic, cause I know people in rl would react the same way.
What makes it worse is that she was screaming and crying up until vector, who definitely didn’t want to do this, but knew that if he didn’t, more people would be hurt, picked up a car and slammed it onto her, crushing her. And if she hadn’t turned into a sombot after this point, that impact would have killed her.
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oo who are your top dc picks for rapunzel?!! mine are raven from teen titans, wally west, halo and jason todd (in an unhinged way where he leaves the tower to commit murder)
cass cain is my #1 forever dc rapunzel <333 the way she never got to experience the world outside of the narrow view she was shown by the person who raised her, then got a glimpse of the life she wanted and chose to leave said parent and experience it for herself. soooo rapunzel-coded <3 plus the way she believes in the best for everyone and refuses to see people as evil or irredeemable <33333333 theyre the same character to me
also!!! mia dearden!!!!!!! trapped in a life by someone who claims to love her, then some guy (with a goatee) comes along and makes her realize that theres a life outside her "tower" so she fights the person trapping her then leaves to hang out with the guy that saved her :') obviously not a one to one comparison because i am NOT saying that mia & ollie are the same as rapunzel & eugene since. ollie is her dad. but the idea is there
and im giving rose an honorable mention because shes not as much of rapunzel as the other two but if you don't think about it too hard nightwing #112-115 can be tangled with rose as rapunzel, dick as eugene (PLATONICALLY), and slade as gothel 🥰
anyways thats all i have to say but im using this opportunity to go on a new rose tangent
rose can also be eugene-coded. take my hand. sort of an orphan (both technically have alive fathers but their fathers didnt raise them) that turns to a life of crime because they feel like its the only thing they're good at (and in fairness they ARE really good at it) and they like doing it. theyre selfish and kind of an asshole but they have so much love in their hearts and genuinely want to help people but they look out for themselves first. then theyre given a chance to have a family & leave it behind so they do but no one trusts them bc they've hurt everyone around them before even though they've changed now </3 they also cover up every feeling they have by being an asshole and the only people that get to see their actual emotions are the people close to them. then once they show a genuine emotion then the dam is broken and they can never stop
all this to say. cassrose tangled au now please
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sad to announce that i am feeling better and that i fully finished my the boys (2019-) binge, complete with gen v s1 and its suuuuch a mid show but like damn i liked it a lot lmfao. and i cant even use the excuse of having a fever to soften the blow to my pretentiousness. fuck im sorry everyone im coming out as an enjoyer of a tv show made by the supernatural guys.... granted its literally the power of one blorbo fueling my interest atm but i rly do like the show in general, i like a lot of the other characters, not just homelander.
not butcher tho like jesus christ hes SHOOO boring. i love karl urban and i guess i cant say that he's doing something Wrong (other than his accent. they shouldve adapted the guy to a kiwi instead of a boring brit) but butcher is just soooosososos repetitive to me. every single fucking season is like "oi cunt i dont care about my friends i will do anything to kill homelander" and the friends are like "please care about us" "ahhhh hehe okay :)" ITS SO BORING!!!! ITS SO BORING!!!!! THIS GUY IS SO BORING!!! the worst episode of the whole show to me was that one ep in s3 when he was having flashbacks to his shitty childhood and not a single actor on screen could do a normal british accent like are you fucking kidding me LMFAO . its like revenge on british actors coming over and stealing american roles
also goooood im not a fan of the whole ryan storyline. i understand the whole show hinges on it but that was a wrong call bc a). they cant write for kids b). they got a kid actor whos . not giving that much . also ryan plotline goes in circles as well. just like homelanders.
i was watching this show and thinking this is just a soap opera for men bc theres like zero concrete plot progression and zero character development but theyre not ready for this conversation
anyways theres this blond bitch im thinking about now.
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The adrenaline violently coursed through his veins.
Eyes fierce and wild, wounds bleeding, his gargantuan prey frenzied and frightened, he finally felt alive. The creature in front of him was bleeding badly, hamstrung, wounded, he and his companion had been toying with it. His taloned gauntlets dripping with his prey's blood, he aimed another precise, violent slash at it's neck.
It recoiled, a furious guttural sound leaving it's throat.
Snapping it's jaws at The Beast, Paola took the chance and lunged, biting as hard as she possibly could on it's wounded leg. The thing's serpentine neck squirmed before whipping around to grip Paola in it's deadly jaws, but she was already gone.
The Beast took the opportunity to deal the final blow; ripping it's throat open.
One last spasm, a death rattle, and the massive Hydra fell limp, bleeding out into the sands of the desert. He looked over the work of himself and his companion. (”Too easy.”) he thought to himself, more in empty dissatisfaction than in anything resembling “proud.“
The adrenaline subsided. The blood dried. He felt empty, again.
He crouched down in front of the creature's mouth, carefully removing two of it's most fearsome fangs. One, a personal trophy, the second, Paola's newest toy. And after skinning some of it's remaining usable hide and taking the more intact, and delicious cuts of meat, his mind began to wander on the walk back.
He thought of nothing particularly coherent.
His and his tiger's footfalls left prints behind in the soft warm sands.
He thought of when he used to feel something.
The warm sands gave way to harder sandstone, dirt and grasses.
He thought of how useless, meaningless, all this- being alive, felt.
Hours had passed.
Stuck in his head, his feet lead him down the rest of the path back home instinctively.
He thought of the ways he'd numb himself again.
Usually, he'd feel some amount of relief upon entering his lovingly cluttered home.
The amber light of his favorite lanterns hanging from the ceiling illuminated the red, orange, and gold colors of loved trinkets and fabrics strewn about the house.
He looked over his extravagant bed, cluttered with all manner of patterned throw pillows, a few larger deep red pillows he'd actually use. The black sheets were unmade- Had been that way, for two weeks now. It had been a long time since he cared to relax.
His trophy cabinet stocked full of fallen foe's fangs, horns, scales, furs, armor, jewelry- It all felt like nothing as of late.
His liquor cabinet, filled with his favorite, very expensive whiskeys, rums, and a few wines, was the most used thing in his house. This was always the case, but it was a hindrance during weeks like these.
No relief came.
He put everything from his hunt in it's rightful place, threw Paola her new toy- which she happily caught, wandering off to curl up in her favorite sun-tanning spot. His mind had turned against him the moment he had killed his latest hunt and the fight had ended.
Huffing a sigh, grabbing his medicinal supplies, he mended his wounds with the bare minimum. Disinfecting with his favorite alcohol, taking a swig, wrapping them in bandages that he'd remove sooner than he should. He could feel nothing. He washed, dried, and polished his custom-made gauntlets. Only danger felt like anything these days.
This sort of habit had become far too common as of late. He couldn't make himself care whether he lived or died. (”What would Zefiro think of me, if he caught me thinkin' like this- In this state.“) he thought to himself, pained at the thought of Zef worrying over him- Worse yet, scolding him.
Rolling his shoulders, a habit of his, he attempted to banish the worst of his thoughts from his mind. He sipped more of his favorite whiskey straight from the bottle.
Too tired to hunt anything else.
Not the kind of tired that allowed for sleep.
He could think of only one reprieve;
more alcohol, and sex.
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