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kpop-reactions-povs · 19 days ago

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Hey sweetie! I just finished reading everything you wrote about ATEEZ and your way of expressing things is absolutely amazing 😩

I have an idea—if you like it, maybe you can write it!

Every story about ateez becomes dad makes me tearing🥹 for that I wanna imagine The members taking care of their partner after she gives birth to their first baby, and how they decide to take full responsibility for her comfort after everything she went through to bring their little angel into the world 🥺😿

Thank you, best writer ever 🩵☝🏼

🥹 you guys are actually gonna kill me with all these sweet messages thank you so much ❤️ so here’s my interpretation of your scenario hope it’s what you had in mind

Ateez- Post Baby treatment

Hongjoong

The second the doctor handed him the baby and told him both of you were safe, something in Hongjoong shifted. As tiny cries filled the room, his heart broke in the most beautiful way. After everything you endured, he couldn’t stop staring at you—with tears in his eyes and a kiss pressed against your forehead.

Back home, he’s a shadow at your side. Every little thing—carrying you to bed, making meals, brushing your hair—he insists on doing himself. “You gave us life,” he murmurs softly one night as he massages your tired feet, “so I’ll spend the rest of mine making sure you never feel anything but loved.” The baby might be in the crib, but his arms? They never leave you.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa was already nurturing by nature, but after witnessing you bring your child into the world, his love turned divine. He’d seen your strength, your pain, your endurance—and he couldn’t get over it. Now, at home, he doesn’t let you lift a finger.

He draws warm baths with petals, lights candles for soft music, and holds your hand when emotions hit out of nowhere. He whispers soft reassurances with every kiss: “You’re my hero. My whole world. You made us a family.” Even while rocking the baby to sleep at 3 a.m., he’s watching you, softly smiling. You’re his queen—and he serves you with devotion.

Yunho

Yunho cried with you in the hospital, wiping your tears and holding your hand as you brought your baby into the world. He kept thanking you over and over, saying, “You did it. You did it, angel.” Now, at home, he practically builds a nest of pillows, blankets, and softness just for you.

He’s always within reach, feeding you while you feed the baby, encouraging naps, kissing your temple every few minutes. He’s the one who rearranges everything in the house to make your recovery easier. And when the baby sleeps, he just wraps his arms around you tightly and says, “Let me love you the way you deserve now. You’re everything.”

Yeosang

Yeosang is quiet at first—so overcome by awe that he’s nearly speechless. But as soon as the baby is in your arms, he wipes your sweat-soaked forehead and says, “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

At home, he becomes the ultimate caregiver—tracking your medicine times, preparing your favorite snacks, learning how to massage your back properly. Every few hours, he checks in with, “Comfortable, my love? Need anything?” He sleeps curled around you like a shield, always watching for signs of discomfort. “I can never repay you for this,” he says often, “but I’m going to try every day of our lives.”

San

San weeps openly at the hospital—his heart bursting with admiration and love as he clutches your hand through the exhaustion. When the baby arrives, he kisses both your foreheads over and over again. “You’re everything. You’re both everything.”

Once home, San becomes your biggest protector. He creates a bubble of peace around you: no loud guests, no interruptions, only soft lullabies and gentle cuddles. He whispers sweet nothings as he kisses your stretch marks, telling you how beautiful you are every single time you doubt it. “I got the love of my life and our child in one day,” he says with a grin. “I’m never letting go.”

Mingi

Mingi can barely keep it together—his love for you overflowing as he cradles the baby, then leans down to cry into your neck. “You’re so amazing. I’ll take care of you forever,” he promises right there, voice cracking.

At home, he goes into full dad/husband mode. He googles everything. Cooks. Carries you if your legs hurt. Even sings lullabies to you when you can’t sleep. When you cry from hormones, he pulls you into his chest and rocks you gently, murmuring, “You don’t have to be strong now. I’ve got you. I’m here.” Every little thing, he does with love—and then tells you, “Because you deserve a soft world after what you gave us.”

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is overwhelmed the moment he sees you hold your baby—he sobs into your hand and tells you how proud he is. “You’re magic. You’re more than I ever thought a human could be.”

Once you’re home, he can’t sit still. He’s cooking, cleaning, watching you with a mix of love and awe. He snuggles you every chance he gets, gently touching your stomach and whispering, “Thank you.” He starts calling you “mama” in the softest, most reverent tone. Even during the hardest moments, he grabs your hand and says, “I’ve got you. Forever. You rest, I’ll love you enough for both of us tonight.”

Jongho

Jongho tries to stay composed at the hospital, but when it’s over, he holds you and cries quietly, forehead against yours. “I love you. I love you so much. Thank you for everything.”

At home, he becomes your silent guardian—watching over you with tender eyes, anticipating your needs before you even voice them. He spoils you with little surprises: flowers, handwritten notes, warm meals, kisses to your fingers as he slides on your socks. He does all the heavy lifting—both literally and emotionally. One night, as he brushes your hair while you sit in his lap, he murmurs, “You brought our heart into this world. Now let me protect yours.”

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez imagines

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fatkish · 1 year ago

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hello everything is fine? If requests are still open can I request all might x wife fem!reader? The reader is a professional heroine and a professor at UA, but the relationship between All Might and the reader is a secret for the 1A students and the class ends up discovering by accident that he and the heroine reader are married? Thank you in advance

All Might x Wife Reader Headcannons

(Here’s some bits of what your life is like when you’re married to Toshinori and how you guys got together)

I strongly believe that young All Might would have been more open to relationships Pre Nana’s death

This would mean that you were likely a childhood friend or someone he knew before Nana’s death and in order to keep both himself and you safe, you both would have fled to America

Now you can have whatever quirk you want but I strongly believe that Toshinori would prefer a romantic partner who isn’t as famous as him. So likely an underground hero like Eraserhead or a support hero who helps heroes from behind screens or helps them strategize like Nedzu

During your guy’s time in America, you both met David Shield and became friends with him. David would make you some kind of super computer/information network device that would allow you to support All Might from the shadows or he’d make you a super advanced stealth suit that would help you as an underground hero

While you both are in college in America, your relationship grows and you both grow closer. Of course Toshinori has his doubts and fears about losing you to AFO, so you both decide to make a pact. You both would probably have each other agree/promise that you would live for the other if one of you dies. This would mean that if AFO kills you or you’re fatally injured in the line of duty, then Toshinori would live on and continue as a hero without letting your death prevent him from moving forward and the same would go for you if he died

Due to All Might’s rising fame, after you both graduate from college, you both decide to get married but do it discreetly so that means little to no ceremony and you both would hide your relationship from the world and public. Only Grand Torino, Sir Nighteye, David Shield and Nedzu would know that you’re together

You both wouldn’t wear rings so as to not let people know you’re married

When AFO has his big fight with Toshinori that causes him to lose organs and gives him his scar, you, unlike everyone else, support his decision to continue fighting even if it’ll kill him since you know that it’s what he wants to do

After that, you decide to take up a teaching position at UA, as a close combat/martial art instructor and a second English teacher since you’ve actually been overseas in an English speaking country

With your new job you’re able to come home and care for Toshinori’s wound and make meals for him that are easy for him to eat

The students love you. They love listening to your stories of America and they learn a lot. You had helped Nedzu and Present Mic come up with a voluntary English pen pal program with a hero school in America. The program allows for students to write letters between each other and lets them establish contacts in America and it counts as extra credit in their English classes.

Since no one knows that you’re married, the kids freak out when they learn that you’re married to All Might once he retires

Midoriya is surprised that he didn’t know about you and asks you so much about your life with All Might

The girls are always asking for romantic stories about you and All Might.

The kids love to hear stories of young All Might, much to Toshinori’s embarrassment, and constantly ask questions about the two of you

All in all, after All Might retires, you’re the only person who doesn’t protect him and make him feel like he’s someone who needs to be protected and treated like glass

He’s so thankful and happy that he married you

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader

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cvnt4him · 10 months ago

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Hello!! I'm the same girl who requested for IT reader a while back, and I really liked it!<3 I wanted to try out requesting again so I'm here once more😭😭 Anyway, are you fine with family-centered stuff? Could you do heavy angst with Father!Number One!Izuku with his little girl? You can decide whatever for the child, really!(but personally I prefer daughter) So, since Izuku is the number one, Y/N is probably the one mostly taking care of their kid. What if there was this huge accident that killed Y/N because the heroes were too late to detain the villain? Plus points if Izuku was the hero assigned. So ever since the death, Izuku is suddenly the caretaker and tries his absolute best to make his kid happy but fails since the kid absolutely loathes him for being absent and for being too late to save their mother. What do you think Izuku will do?? So, yeah!! It's up to you if this isn't weird</3

Its not weird at all my love, thanm you for the req and I'm so glad to have you requesting from me again, feel free to stop by once more and leave some more, youre always welcome<33 I would also like to apologize to you and everyone else who has made a req and I haven't gotten to it. I won't get into detail but I've been busy, I've closed my reqs so I can get all my old ones out, most of my reqs are like months old anyways so here i am clesning out the closet.

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“mr midoriya, where would you say your life went wrong?”

“ ....when I left my wife.. ”

Izuku was always infatuated with you, your beauty, your strength, how compassionate and caring you were. He thought you were just neat. You didn't have a quirk yet like him you still made it into UA. You were pretty smart and tried hard at everything you did. He admired you for that, he watched you closely and studied you. Not in a creepy way, but in a "I'm in love with you, notice me" way.

In your second year you'd finally taken a liking towards him, he was quite cute despite his odd haircut. You understood it was due to the trouble he went through in the war, he was strong reliable and terrifyingly selfless. Izuku midoriya was a great guy and you had really liked him, the two of you started going on sweet little dates together, walking in the park sharing an ice cream, going to the movies to see whats new, going to a carnival with some friends and sneaking off alone.

Those were the days izuku wished could've lasted forever, where nothing was wrong, peace was restored and everyone was happy. But as life does. It moves on. The world changes right before tour eyes and before you know it, it's been 8 years. The two of you are still happily together in fact married now, and expecting. Izuku and you had gotten out of college a couple years ago, he became a pro and you were in charge of the Deku Foundation. A silly name for a silly little guy.

Izuku was a family guy, he didn't see his father much growing up so he knew this was what he wanted. He wanted to assure to you, the mother of his unborn child, and to his unborn child that he would be there, always and forever. He held you at night and made you breakfast in the morning, he wasn't always there to eat it with you but he made sure to leave adorable little notes for you to feel special, you kept busy doing work for his company, exercising to try and reduce stretch marks and baby weight in the future, and cooking for fun. It was hard being pregnant but it was worth it. Is what you'd say.

Izuku could never forget the moment you had his baby. Those were the absolute happiest moments in his life, no doubt about it. Watching his baby leave from your birth canal, he seen the way you screamed in agony with the final push. He was so mesmerized by it all, his wife just gave birth to his... beautiful babygirl.

“congratulations, mr and mrs midoriya, it's a girl.”

When the doctors gave you your baby, he watched closely as she stopped crying immediately at the contact of your skin, your soft voice shushing her sounds away, he pleas and cries powering down as she calmer herself. Its like you were a magical being, izuku was so enamoured with it, with you. With his new baby.

Holding her for the first time was his dream, it was even better than he could've possibly imagined. He sighed and tried to hold back tears, yet they fell asleep if a water faucet was left on, he sniffled and hiccupped as he tried to hold her closely, he took off his shirt so she could feel that skin to skin contact that babies are supposed to love. He read a book about parenting, of course the book would've been better for you to read because it was how to prepare for child birth but either way; it worked.

This moment, truly was the happiest one yet; but as life does. It moves on. And before he knew it 6 years had passed, you're beautiful babygirl was in first grade! She was making friends learning a lot and laughing and playing like kids her age should. She loved the outdoors and loved animals, she enjoyed small things like butterflies and rabbits. She was such a vibrant little girl, a splitting image from izuku too, mind the couple of genetics of yours that had shined through. Izuku loved his girls so much, watching the way you two played together, when you did her hair, read to her, his favorite thing of all was to watch you to crochet.

It was so calming, you would hold her close and show her carefully how to apply the yarn, teaching her how to swap colors smoothly and humming gently to her. Izuku watched you both closely, he's a very observant man, with that being said watching his girls was hos favorite thing to do. It's like you two were a show he could never get tired of, a program that was played just for him.

Izuku was a pro now and as much as he loved you both, he had a job to do. One that he couldn't fail, it ate him away that hr couldn't just sit with his girls all day long. Listen to little stories his baby has to share about her day at school. As much as he disliked it, he would even love to listen to his wife rant on and on about a little dream she had the other night, how the washer was in the kitchen instead of the laundry room and looked like an oven instead. Such odd dreams you had.

Izuku hadn't even realized it, but he had been spending more and more time at his agency, accidentally sleeping there and coming home 4 hours before he had to go back up there. It was tiring, he was tired, yet he had a job to do. And he wouldn't fail. You two started seeing less of him, it saddened your daughter deeply yet you tried to remind her constantly that he is a hero, and heroes have jobs to do. She would nod and give you a smile still laced with disappointment, sadness.

What really pissed you off was when he promised your little girl he'd be there for her science fair, yet didn't show. She won and everything, he promised her he'd help with making it. Whoops he couldn't do that because he was working. No matter! He apologized so you both just slid it off. However this was the last straw for you. Driving home you were furious, seeing your little girl in the mirror with a frown as she fiddled with her ribbon.

You stayed up late that night. Assuring that you'd catch him, and once you did you two argued. Which is something you'd never done, of course you two would bicker and disagree on things, but this was unlike those times. You were both yelling and had possibly woken up your daughter, but neither of you could care. Too blinded by your own fury, you had banished him and he left without a word. Without a second thought, without looking back.

“ I wish I looked back.... I wish I would've apologized, I wish I could've been there when she needed me; when they needed me... ”

That was the last time he'd seen you alive.

It was a normal day for the most part, besides the fact that you two had argued two nights before and hasn't spoken since. Izuku hadn't seen his daughter nor spoken to her either, it was eating away at him but he didn't have time to focus on that right now.. he was getting a signal from one of his sidekicks out on patrol.

“ deku! We need you! There's been an accident! There's a huge fire breathing villain who's trapped a woman and her daughter!”

A woman and her daughter.... That had to be a coincidence. It was, it had to be. Tons of people have daughters and just so happen to be women as well. Hell, he bets it's not even her daughter!!

“its- it's your wife...”

A loud scream was heard on the sidekicks line, izuku was terrified, he moved without even thinning jumping out of the nearest window zooming through the air trying to reach you. So many things going through his mind, why were you out? What were you doing? You never go out, why now! Why was his daughter there?

He was trying his damnedest to reach you, he couldn't help but feel like time was slowing down. Like he wasn't fast enough, meanwhile in actuality he was moving faster than the speed of sound. So why wasn't he there yet? He groaned in annoyance at this, he couldn't shake the terrible shrieking sound that came from the other line.. it terrified him.

“ come in! Is everything alright?! What's the situation?! ”

“i...”

“ what?! what is it, spit it out?! ”

“ I'm sorry... ”

Sorry? Sorry for what? Why the hell was he saying sorry? The only question izuku could find himself wondering. Upon arriving he sees people running, fire burning everywhere and debris filling the air, he coughed through the smoke putting on his mask and zooming through the thick fog. He found his sidekick, no wonder his voice was so hoarse and dry, he had collapsed and passed out. Izuku took him to the nearby ambulance that was present before going back through the smoke to find you.

Other heroes were arriving on scene and searching for other civilians, trying to get them out while others tried taking down the villain, he was huge and was not going down without a fight. Izuku couldn't even try to worry about the villain, you and his daughter were his main focus.

“ daddy! Please help us! ”

The sound of his daughter wailing with a cracky voice, it shattered his heart he followed the sound of crying until he found the two of you, your daughter by your side holding your arm tears falling down her reddened cheeks, she was dirty and covered and muck. She also just so happened to be covered in...blood.

“ princess... what.. what happened.. ”

His daughter ran into his arms bursting into even more tears hiccuping and sobbing. Her cries were loud and full of sadness anyone within a mile radius could tell and even hear, izuku picked you up in his arms not even taking the time to assure you were okay, not checking a pulse or to see if you were breathing. He just swooped you up in his arms bridal style and had his daughter on his back, telling her to cover her mouth. He zoomed through the smoke and handed you both over to the ambulance, they were quick to ail you both.

Izuku was soon to go help the other heroes in scene but first he looked back to you, to see them giving you air and performing CPR, his eyes widened and just as he was about to go back over to you, he tried to rush to your side before being caught by none other than..

“ deku, c'mon we need you. ”

“ kach- erm- dynamite. I can't, I have to— ”

“ come. on. ”

The fiery blonde yanked the large green haired male by his suit and dragged him back into action, he thought this was for the best. Leaving your side this last time to finish slaying this beast.

The fight was over and everyone who had been injured was taken to the nearest hospitals, the villain who had caused all of this trouble was taken into custody and was going to be behind bars for a long time. During the fight people could tell izuku was letting out pent up steam on the villain, he could've killed him. He was sure of it, everyone was. He had be pulled off in order for him to stop. You were hurt and his daughter could've gotten hurt. Izuku felt the villain deserved far much worse than to be behind bars. But at least he was rotting.

Izuku went to see you in the hospital, waiting for hours on end, pacing back and forth a million things on his mind. His daughter had been released a while ago, she was fine apart from the smoke inhalation. He couldn't believe she didn't have a single scratch on her, but he was glad and very much thankful. She sat in the nearest seat taking it easy, watching izuku pace around before finally, some news..

“ mr midoriya— ”

“ what- what's going on is my wife okay?! what's the problem, can I go and see her?? ”

“ I uhm... ahem. I'm afraid I have some bad news.. Mr midoriya. ”

Izukus expression fell, his eyes widened yet his face was completely blank. His heart dropped and completely shattered at the words the doctor said to him. His daughter immediately broke down. Tears were brimming in his eyes, he was borderline shaking in his red boots. He felt bile rising in his throat, the burning sensation making tears fall. They fell and never stopped. He held his daughter close that night. Never letting her go. He was afraid if he did... She might leave him.

....

“ I see. and how does that make you feel?”

“ ... are you seriously asking me how my dead wife makes me fucking feel. ”

“ yes. It's been 9 years, you've retired from hero work and have been seeing me for quite some time yet we never seem to talk about her. ”

Fuck... 9 years had completely flown by him. He hadn't even realized.. you'd been gone for 9 years....

“ I... I.. ”

“ your daughter will be a freshman at UA this year, correct? How does that make you feel? Have you checked in with your daughter? Have you asked how she's been? How has she coped with her mother's death? ”

Izuku was speechless. 9 years had passed, he can't seem to remember much and his daughter.. the last piece of you he has, is starting school at the very high school you two met at. Where did the time go...

AN: I'm not good at angst if you can't tell, this is a shite ending and uhm I've been feeling like shit so I hope this makes you feel shitty, but in like a good way yk? I want you to feel so hurt and sad that it makes you think 'wow.. this is some good shit right here.'

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lucidheart3 · 3 months ago

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An Analysis on how the movie could make the SonAmy dynamic similar to game version without making Movie Sonic and Amy too out of character:

Heyya! If you follow me you maybe saw me screaming about Reverse Sonamy for the fourth movie for ages, and as much as my shipper heart enjoys that, I decided I should also share my more serious hc’s about their relationship.

After Sonic 3 we all know Sonic has more of a little something called ✨TRAUMA✨. So I don’t imagine him taking a liking to Amy (as a friend) immediately . Because if we compare his first reaction to Amy and Shadow, I recall it being ‘Guys wow look at him he is just like me’ for Shadow, And it’s a more serious ‘who are you’ for Amy.

For Shadow, he didn’t take him serious for their first encounter, he was even asking about highlights and stuff when he was chasing Shadow. Because he really believed talking with him could turn him around. Then when they meet him again at the abandoned GUN facility, he tries to give him a wake up call, still believeing that only talking will suffice.I think he is still going with his experience with Knuckles, thinking Shadow got a little mixed up like him. But then, Shadow turns out to be a real threat once he hurts Tom (we know he thought Tom was Walters but Sonic didn’t know that, especially when shadow said he did what he had to). So that’s when Sonic switches up his approach and literally goes for the kill, and that’s what makes the violance really impactful.

Yes in the end they made up and worked together, but that has to elavate his trust issues that he admitted to having earlier in the movie. So, when he sees Amy, who despite saving him also got him flung to the ground by the impact of her hammer, I bet he won’t fall to his mistake with Shadow, and consider her a potential threat too despite her saving him at first. We can actually see it with his first sentence to her, too, it’s a straight up ‘ Who are you’ rather than even an acknowledgement that she is a heghehog like him. I think this actually lays a good baseline to their relationship if they want to keep the usual SonAmy dynamic we see in nearly every media. Because they can make Sonic not appear as ‘excited’ as her without making him look like he isn’t interested in her in the slightest. He’d have a hard time trusting her, therefore he’d have his eyes on her every move, which can make him acknowledge her strength, maybe even faster than others. I imagine him gaining his hope back once he really accepts that she has a good heart. And since he kept her closer because his initial distrust in her to protect his family,I can see their relationship develop fast, especially on Amy’s side.

About Amy, I don’t think she’d be like Sonic in this regard. She will be the Amy we know and love, except that I hc she was the hero of their home planet since Sonic wasn’t there. She helped everyone in need, and that’s how she is portrayed in her first appearence, as a confident heroine.And especially since she looks like she has been chasing the metal army in my opinion instead of trying to find Sonic. If the theory of Ivo being sent to their home planet is true and he actually builds metal there to capture Mobians/ animals to use them as power sources, I can see her stepping up to fight them. And if Robotnik is the one to make Metal Sonic there is no doubt that he’d send them after Sonic, which is proved by the fact that the screen we were shown that said ‘Blue Hedgehog’ when a robot scanned Sonic, then the robot immediately attacked Sonic.

And about how she will be in their dynamic, like I said they can excuse her being a lot more excited to meet Sonic than he is by his trust issues and not that she is a damsel in distress that falls for the hero. Because she is a hero in the movie too, and she is quite confident in herself as we’ve seen from her expression, and she thinks she can manage everything thrown her way like Sonic did before the events of the third movie, therefore she has no problems of warming up to everyone. Like @iwasbored777 mentioned in one post, she must have heard Sonic boast while fighting Metal, and might be thinking he is too cocky. But I think his reluctance towards her especially when he is with the family will pique her interest a lot more. Like, she must have heard the rumors about him, and like Tails said he must have been talked about as ‘a legend’ minutes before he was boasting then when he sees her there is none of that confidence, he is just warry of her. And knowing Amy that will make her a lot more prone too try and win his favor, hence leading them to have their game dynamic without making her obviously fall in love right away.

These were all about my hcs for the platonic side of their relationship. About the romantic side, I can see Sonic falling for her as he sees her ‘giving the world her love’ side. Because this boy has been surrounded by love for a long time now, be it from his parents and brothers, and we have seen him have a hard time to acknowledge that he has all of that, now. He took two movies to call Tom ‘dad’ and he still hasn’t acknowledged that Tails and Knux are his brothers (which we got the definite confirmation of with Tom calling them all ‘siblings’ instead of friends like he did back in the first movie). And ıt amazes him just how easily she loves and shows her love, and is all more stronger for it. While everytime Sonic tries that, his loved ones get hurt. So he is afraid of labels, afraid of showing affection (because he took long to get used to hugs, too). He must feel like he should hide he holds something dear just so the world doesn’t see and decide to take it all away. He still hides himself like Longclaw told him to all those years ago, he has never stopped running. And Amy will make him realise exactly this. Embracing his love for his family and friends won’t make him lose them, because they are all capable of defending themselves especially when they are together with him, and he doesn’t have to run ahead to protect them. I’m so certain we will get a scene about him running ahead and leaving his team behind again, this time to protect them,because this has been a huge theme of sonic 3 and despite apologising and making up,the team didn’t actually resolve the issue.

I think Amy will play a huge role in this because: 1- He and the other boys don’t have a familial bond with her

2- She proved that she can hold her own right when she first met him.

3- We saw Knuckles and Tails try to snap him out of running ahead several times, but since they are family they weren’t really adamant in fear of breaking him further. And they understand why he did what he did pretty quickly because they know how he feels for his family and why he runs forth, they were there to witness majority of his traumas. Amy wasn’t, and that’s why she won’t shy away from reminding him that they are a team, because she won’t be as afraid to lose him even if his reaction will be negative. She will have the same attitude of ‘I can protect myself’ , he did in the beginning of the movie. And she isn’t actually in the team because she needs them in the beginning, but wants to be there.And isn’t this what romantic love really should be? Two equal people that doesn’t need each other to survive but their lives are all more beautiful because they have each other. They aren’t ‘halves’, they are a ‘whole’ that complement and add onto each other.

And about how she will grow to like him, I hc that as she sees the reasons for his first distrust and reluctance and the obvious boasting he does to hide these, that he has so many precious things he almost got taken away from him to protect,she will tone down her excitement.And him trying to protect his loved ones, and actually having the strength to do so, is so impressive to her.And since being a hero would be her whole identity by now, like I’ve seen @ficsinhistory suggest (for a different but cool reason) she would be self-sacrifical. Because I’m guessing she didn’t really have anyone to love, and she shows her love for the world through heroic deets. And thinks she is nothing without that. As opposed to Sonic who only started trying to play hero after Tom and Maddie took him in. His need for love was achieved through his new family, but Amy’s never was, so she filled that void by trying to protect, so that people love her. Sonic wanted to be a hero, while Amy desperately needed it

I hope this isn’t so disorganized I am just typing every thought that comes to mind!

I’d love to hear your thought on this.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic wachowski #tom wachowski #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #maddie wachowski #knuckles wachowski #sonic movie 3 #sonamy #amy rose #movie sonamy #movie amy rose #sonic and amy #sonic movie 4 #miles tails wachowski #sonamy headcanons

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crying-fantasies · 6 months ago

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Size difference

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Featuring TFA! Megatron, smut/fluff/angst, if the size difference is the thing then this Megatron is the one, CW: mentions suicide/death, grief (denial), TFA Megatron first form (I prefer that one over the Earth one), mention of deep emotion, infiltration, use of drugs and alcohol, long fic.

“Devotion inspires courage, courage inspires sacrifice, sacrifice inspires death”, or in other words, TF One has destroyed me beyond recognition, putting me in the deepest sadness (and you all are coming with me).

Watching you all overcharged by your ethanol-based liquid is always amusing, sometimes you cry, pleading for your weak planet and your horrendous kind, sometimes you laugh, making fun of all that you tried so hard to keep in one piece, intact, probably shattered once again by your social interactions out of his reach while getting whatever resources he needs to keep his plans afloat; you hate your kind, sometimes with the same fervor Lugnut hates the Autobots or whoever gets on the way for the decepticon cause, and as fast as you consume a bottle you are, once again, trying to squeeze your humorous tiny brain module for reasons to make him spare this black water planet that has only provide him endless annoyance.

“Music!”, your little watery eyes seem to brighten up as he only seems slightly amused by the way you try so hard to make him see the good in humanity, no matter the fact you already know his very much unchangeable point of view, “you guys have music, right?”

If any other decepticon were present more than one would have squashed you by the mere idea that music was something only humans had, “we do”, Megatron doesn't elaborate, he has heard war chants long enough, songs almost lost in the back of his processor, nevertheless, those out of reach memories are better than the awful music turned propaganda of the Autobots.

Since that day, you have tried your best to save your species by what they can give him over what they are, you show him arts, show him chemicals once the topic of food is mentioned.

“You guys only eat energon?”

“We consume it almost raw as our fuel”, at your fallen curiosity, by that shine of yours dying a little bit, Megatron pushes on with nothing more horrible and visceral than the truth, “Only flimsy Autobots had the shanix and riches to add elements or upgrade it”, he only has so much expression to give with his sorry state, but the way your body reflects the sudden realization and sadness is surely telling, “We were given only the scraps of their lowest grade energon, but no more”.

Day by day your view of the Autobots is twisted by him, he likes to say and think that he is only showing you how things were and still are, what once was awe upon the image of the heroes in the news changed to unconscious doubt, day by day Megatron tells you the truth about the Autobots and feels an ounce of glee when you stop looking at the news and just go about your day trying to help him back to his feet; it’s a hassle, sure, but you said it could help him, something to do with his processor, that people talked about their problems, he pushed your head down with one of his digits by the mere idea of putting your people at the same level as him, but he didn't kill you for such transgressions as you wanted to hear more, makes him remember of the days he guided the young and stray into the decepticon cause even when you are a meat bag, you added his teachings with ease and gave your comments once he was finished, long gone seem to be the days you feared him, trembling in your place, now you have the gall to talk to him, you still say “Lord Megatron” when his soldiers are present, but if not, you are brave enough to call directly his designation after poking around the topic, he couldn't care less about your perception of things as humans tend to bond easily as it seems, the push of his digit over your head was perceived by you as an endearment, even affection if he listened well to your little puff of air and laugh when you had time to realize he isn't squishing you right then and there, but what for, you've your use, with what little alchemy you make a mean energon fuel.

“Copper and other things are very common on Earth”, the little metal vase on your hands shakes with the movement, the fear of being in front of several optics is long gone to this point, maybe a little bit of your sanity too because who shakes hardly processed energon with metal inside the same container like that without the fear of it exploding? Not even the craziest decepticon can try that, and if they did then they are long gone, but no, he is presented by hardly a shot of energon in your strange concoction, or two, as you make another for him to try, one tasting better than the other, Megatron is surprised, even amazed, by the difference and the good results showed by his internal computer when the takes the second one, the nutrients on it, “the first one has industrial copper”, you smile, almost understanding, a knowing smile that portrays your human nature just right, “the second one, I bought it from traditional miners in south America, human miners that work with their hands”, by the corner of his optic he can catch Blitzwing fidgeting, maybe his tanks are empty and he wants a taste, or you lied and he isn't the first to try your alchemy if Lugnut scornful glare tells something.

Sly human, still not stopping to prove the worthiness of your people, “I may take it into consideration”.

It was a wrong move, as now you take that little victory as your biggest move yet, your tiny project of people he admits to “maybe keep alive” and next thing he knows you're walking without much care around, you clean them and make it feel good, you make fuel as the long lost alchemist back on Cybertron, you come up with spare parts for him to choose, your wielding work is pitiful at best, but you keep searching videos for it, other humans showing how to patch a broken metal table and you use it to fix a blaster hole.

You have your use, Megatron is a bit amused and bothered at the same time for it.

Until you dry out again, distraught, Megatron finds you looking at a patch of nature, or more like a patch robbed of anything worth in it, “humanity is like this”, you tell him, “they need a lot of steel and other things for the robots”, Megatron can almost sense you distressed levels of cortisol, he may do the same, take everything, but what for? This planet heals itself if you leave half intact, humans are far too greedy, and way too destructive if the contamination in the area is anything to go by, Megatron is mad more over the fact this patch of the planet can't contribute more for him in the long run, and for some reason that makes you laugh, before taking a little sip of your bottle and be done with it.

But your consumption of ethanol-based liquids doesn't stop, at least you do it when almost no one is present so your sad, ugly behavior is unknown most of the time, just once Megatron asks for it, and your inhibited answer makes him see you in another perspective, “they aren't paying me the extra time, they give me the extra work because she took a sick leave but her social media is full of pictures of her in the freaking beach, I’m yelled at for passing out during work hours, I don't have time to eat because I must work and then come here, my family is mad I don't spend more time with them, they make me feel guilty”, you laugh, like the last shards of your sanity are slipping by your tiny fingers, “but you guys are better than them”, how humorous and miserable, for an alien species made of metal to treat you better than your own, and that's a lot to say about those people if you feel more at ease with the Decepticons.

Your sanity gets down to another low blow when Megatron finds you with little chalky things on your hands, a doctor prescribed them to you, they are rich in vitamins and he can tell by the smell, that there is something under them, it smells like poison.

A rotten smell started to come from you, slightly covered by the smell of sweet ethanol .

“Can I see the real Megatron?”

He takes a moment to take in the idea, so he moves forward to let you get a better side of his faceplate and helm, but your face shows how lost you are, your usual smell has subdued once again, and you have one of those natural essences on.

“The real Megatron?”, takes a moment to understand, and your smile grows at his transformation, he can do this, all his people can, but you seem almost moved to tears when he takes on his original form, words barely a whisper as you mutter a low “perfect”.

Your comment about his helm resembling a crown earns you a smirk, your fingers itching to touch it if he is right, he is handsome you say, flattery won't get you far but you rebuke him, recounting all the times you have seen pretty words and pretty bodies and faces win the best job, the best everything, your words drip poison, the thought is ridiculous, but you would make a good decepticon if only you weren't bond to your meat carcass.

Turns out, not even that stops you or him, it would be a lie to say that the softness of your bare body doesn't do things to him under the obvious discomfort of pushing his digits under the fabrics covering you, it's one of the very few moments your body doesn't reek of alcohol, its absence conveying your mind and body together as one once again as he lets your tiny hands roam his faceplate with reverence, touching his supposed crown in something akin to affection.

You've always been affectionate, even when it was your default mode all along your surroundings made it impossible to show it.

He catches on the badly sewed purple patch in your clothes, just above where your primitive fuel pump should be, one which runs faster when he comments an amused “Really?” once noticing the badge made by hand, you hug his faceplate, as far as you can reach, smiling in content and pursuing asylum of his optics in the middle of them, out of reach, kissing just in the middle, Megatron is no stranger to your outbursts of affection, he has come to accept it with time as much as he had to learn to handle you without breaking a rib, again.

He could kill you, but you make an interesting diversion from what is burning outside the hideout.

Wasting energon in mass displacement is out of the question, you don't seem to mind, except when you do and pitifully cry about not being fair, Megatron smiles, handsomely you add, when the tip of his spike brushes against your entrance, impossible to fit, but your warm mouth is focused over his anterior node, hands pushing along his biolights, time and his low vents, huffing above you as steam, have taught you enough, the lack of words from his part igniting curiosity on how far he will let you do and what makes the grin in his faceplate grow, you've learned enough to know where to use those stupidly tiny nails, dull enough to catch the mesh under, drag it down, your chest, insufficient by any means, but plush as you drag it around him, getting pleasure yourself when those peaks press in the most giving mesh you seem to like, using your arms to do your best and hug tight his spike, Megatron almost laughs when your mouth stops it's work and kiss under the node, opting to vent some vapor by his intake when you look back up at him; those watery eyes of yours, for once, seem normal, giving him the best angle to look at you, the real you, licking slowly, so slowly, your eyes don't leave his optics, you're missing his spike, loving him, giving him reverence, your harmless teeth dragging above his protomesh, trying to go hard with him, wishful thinking if anything, the lame excuse of a sting makes his engines rev, watching you make a show of one person, trying to hold into the best your body can give.

Soon, your tiredness puts an end to the play, now he gets serious and overstimulated with no real release unless he gets his servos dirty, holding you in one and looking at your entrance directly even when you yell by the surprise, Megatron seems it moisture enough, you meat bags get aroused so easily, but who is he to make fun of you when he can still hear his engines revving by your heated administrations of affection, even worse yet as you also hear them, smiling with that inherent cunning nature of yours, smile soon leaving you when his glossa makes contact to your sorry entrance, all small that it can barely hold the tip of his glossa at bay, your body almost fall down his servo when your head drops back by the sheer pressure, Megatron is expecting to feel your toes on his face, your pathetic leg struts kicking at him to go slower or faster, instead, he catches your body distracted in other places, your face is flush with blood, glancing intently to his weeping spike out of your reach, toes soon curling by the deep rumble of his chuckle, moaning, hands flying to hold your face, trying to keep it all together.

“Should know you have your priorities set”, giving a fast and final taste to your entrance Megatron puts you where you want to be, and, being honest, he also does, already with practice in hand in how to put you under the side of his spike, letting you get a good hold of your space, pushing your hips, inviting him to destroy and ruin you.

He laughs lowly to himself, he has already ruined you for anyone else, he has already ruined you for your species, there will be no one else after him, and you seem content with it as you moan, freely, drowning in pleasure as his hips finally move and give you the friction you've been waiting for, holding for dear life to his servo, the practice has resulted in experience, he knows what you like too, more by the fact you two are similar down there even when it is increasingly concerning, but once his nodes push against your weeping entrance, once your fluids make it easy for him to take and for you to give, all those concerns seem to fade away, feeling a concentrated rush of desire flow through his frame as his optics take on the image of your little body taking all it can, imagining how a tight feat it will be once he can claim you.

He has already done it, your mind is his, he just needs time and resources to claim your body entirely.

Later on, while he is resting in the berth of his quarters you have the confidence to put a blanket over yourself, feeling brave enough to wander around with only the fabric on but still short to walk naked around him in the privacy of his territory.

It's okay, soon, he will fix your broken self-esteem, and make you see your use and strength, till then, Megatron is satisfied, hearing you promise him to make an alternative fuel for his people, Megatron can hardly hear your hypothesis about combining carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen and some kind of acid with energon, the lust and passion of an organic seem to know no limitations if you two have been at it for so long, but you just promise him, he will see the real potential of your people, something worth to keep, and Megatron believes you may have some truth in your words if your keep fighting on for it, something worth fighting for.

Something worth fighting for, Megateon reminds himself of such when he is taken, broken, and all the hideout falls, he supposed you succumbed under the debris and made peace with the idea of dying fast under a rock, no suffering, no questioning, just death, deeming it enough and fair for you.

Megatron, instead, is forced to watch the organic news, in between, he sees you, your face and name, pointed as the main culprit of an unfruitful act of rebellion against the Autobots, the new allies of humanity, blinded flesh bags that know nothing of the deep hatred and disgust the very same Autobots teach as nature, Megatron knows, as his kind, the war frames, the flying frames, and the worker frames have always been on the short side of any real benefit, he expects to see you still fighting, but it soon changes when he sees the pieces scattered and poorly covered, the space bridge painted with red and explosive energon, all washed away as it never happened.

As it didn't matter at all.

Nobody mourns you as the title of a traitor is branded next to your name, no matter that Megatron has seen you do the possible and impossible to save your people from his plans, people that hardly knew the real you spew lies to make them feel and be seen better, Sentinel Prime makes him see all, amused by the flesh bag that wore the decepticon badge on its covers, telling Megatron, with words heavy with fake appreciation and genuine scorn: “how did you train that organic to bid your every word?”.

It's far from the truth, as Megatron hoped for your easy death, he would have never instructed or led you down to such a gruesome and painful one.

But alas, he is the big, bad, murderous decepticon that consumes autobot protoforms.

Once the Prime has had his fun, he lets him be, displayed for everyone to see, an example of the Autobots’ power, new sparks look at him from behind the glass, in the ocean of bright optics, ready to learn and be corrupted by the Autobots' lies, he notices a knowing pair, a visor, and Soundwave looking at him, Megatron can listen to him in his mind, and shows him the amount of your devotion for the Decepticon cause, using your body and all the components in it to create the bomb you promised him, “the power enough to force the space bridge to work”, drowning in the energon and the metal by one big intake, power enough to fuel any space bridge to let the little decepticon cross back to Cybertron and create a cover, if Megatron has anything to say about it while lowering his helm Soundwave already knows and walks with the rest of the new sparks, carrying out his mission, all that Megatron has to do is wait, get the upper hand, take all the advantages he can and all the outcomes, play the game of war in a very human fashion, something the Autobots have not encountered yet.

Megatron, helm down and spark heavy, won't mourn you, not yet, he has to avenge you first and claim back the planet you tried to protect.

If you look deep enough, the TFA universe can be very dark and scary, especially if you think about how they managed to get so much technology in such a short amount of time, as in Megatron cut down to pieces to know how he works.

@tf-kinktober2024

#transformers #reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #angst #transformers x human reader #tfa x reader #tf animated #tfa megatron #megatron #tf kinktober 2024

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 5 months ago

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Do you think it's fair to say that the way characters like Hama and Jet were treated is one aspect of the show that did not age well?

Absolutely not, if anything it is a case of fans not understanding nuance.

The show didn't try to pull a "both sides are bad." At no point are characters like Hama and Jet used to make the heroes (or the audience) question if the Fire Nation is actually in the right or at least not that bad and "was right about some people".

Hell, in The Library we see the owl spirit straight up argue that the good guys are no different from the Fire Nation for planning an invasion, and yet they NEVER doubt their resolve to do it anyway because, duh, of course this spirit can't see the difference between the two sides - here's not the one watching loved ones and wondering if he's next. And Aang is told by an air-nomad that, if there's no other option, he SHOULD go for the kill.

Jet and Hama have understandable motivations, and Jet was even given a redemption. The show doesn't want to use their bad actions to demonize them or their side of the war - but it does want to show said actions were indeed bad because not only did they lie to their allies, they were going out of their way to needlessly hurt innocents.

To use a real world exemple, lets compare it to the REAL Fire Nation: Japan. Sure, the japanese government/army commited some truly evil acts, both before and during World War II. But does that mean it was okay for the US to nuke Hiroshima and Nagasaki?

Did they really have any right to horribly kill, maim and traumatize two cities filled with CIVILIANS? Innocent people that had nothing to do with what their government/army was inflicting on others? Did they deserve to not only be treated as guilty by association, but to also endure a FAR harsher punishment than the people that were truly doing unspeakably evil things?

Japan needed to be stopped, but did it truly have to be like this, or did some people get too comfortable with justifying violence and death because "it's a war" and lost sight of the simple fact that the "enemy" is human too?

I've said it once, I'll say it again: Avatar questions pacifism, but it is FAR more interested in asking people why they're so trigger-happy, why they're so eager to see these CHILD soldiers killing people left and right, and it makes them VERY uncomfortable because they don't want to think about why they assume the only way to fix a conflict is to go straight for lethal violence.

#jet #hama #avatar #atla #avatar the last airbender #pacifism

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magenta-somethings · 7 months ago

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trick or treat!

treat! (aka a snippet fic i ended up writing on the bus about tim asking yj for advice re: the huntress/nightwing/oracle situation)

“So, wait, Nightwing is dating Huntress?” asks Cassie.

“I don’t know what they’re doing!” Tim replies. “That’s half the problem.”

“And do we like Huntress?” asks Cissie.

“Yes—no—it’s complicated,” Tim replies. He’s doing a lot of replying and he doesn’t entirely like it—more out of an instinctual avoidance of being on the interrogatee side of an interrogation than anything else—but he had been the one to ask for advice. Which, in hindsight, may have been a mistake, but it’s one he’s now committed to. “I do like her. But she struggles with following Batman’s rules. I mean, we all do, but she struggles with the no killing aspect of it specifically.”

“But has she, like, actually killed anyone?” Kon asks. He’s floating in the air, cross-legged, with one of Cassie’s pillows hugged to his chest. It’s kind of cute—especially with his oversized Superman t-shirt, because, thankfully, he doesn’t actually sleep in his costume.

Not that Tim would ever say it’s cute out loud.

“No, not since we started working together properly.”

Kon shrugs. “Then I don’t see the problem? Yeah, it’s majorly screwed that she’s killed but it also sounds like she’s changed." Tim might be imagining it, but he almost sounds wistful? "And being able to stand up to the bat seems like a point in her favour more than anything.” He pauses. “Plus, based on the picture you have of her, she’s a total babe.”

Tim just knew visual aids would be a mistake. This is on him for not being able to resist a corkboard. Cassie, acting on behalf of the team, throws a pillow at Kon. It does smack him in the face—he still needs to practice his catches—but before it can fall to the ground his TTK catches it and now he’s hugging two pillows and maybe that backfired slightly.

Tim puts his corkboard face-down on principle. Huntress probably doesn’t even know he has the photo—her foot in the middle of kicking a bad guy’s face, her fist breaking the jaw of another. He doesn’t have much time for photography anymore, but sometimes he just itches to go out and capture Gotham and its heroes. The photo of Nightwing, meanwhile, is him shoving his face full of pizza, a hand reaching out to try, in vain, to block the camera lens.

Oracle, of course, is represented by her icon. He still hasn’t started thinking of her as Barbara.

“It’s not all about looks,” says Cassie. “Even if she is really hot.” She pauses. “Like, really hot.”

“Okay!” interrupts Tim. “That’s enough of that.” He did not need his friends calling his co-worker hot.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t matter,” agrees Cissie, and of course he can count on her to have his back. “Especially since Nightwing is way hotter than her.”

A part of Tim dies inside. Just shrivels up and expires, there and then.

“Okay, but Nightwing is hotter than, like, everyone,” points out Kon. That part of Tim is currently being cremated. “And cooler, and more badass. Or whatever.”

“Most documentaries on 20th-21st century heroes talk about Nightwing’s attractiveness at least once,” says Bart offhandedly from the corner where he’s playing Polyp-mon. It’s one of his first contributions to the conversation. The part of Tim that died earlier is now having a funeral held in its honour. Suzie, at least, is still absorbed in the game. She’s spent the conversation peering over Bart’s shoulder, occasionally asking him to catch a specific polyp-mon. Though he doubts her additions would be worse than what is currently passing for advice.

“Guys, please,” Tim says, desperately trying to course-correct the conversation. God, it’s so much worse having them talk about how hot this co-worker is. “Stay focused on the problem.”

“Is that you like Oracle more?” asks Cissie.

Tim hesitates. Oracle is one of the most impressive people he knows, and getting to actually spend time with her—especially when it’s her teaching him about tech—is awesome, and she’s saved his life more times than he count or probably even knows about. But he’s only known her face-to-face for a short time, while he’s been fighting side-by-side with Huntress almost as long as he’s been acting properly as Robin.

“That’s not what’s important,” he deflects. “What’s important is what’s best for Nightwing.”

“Right,” says Cissie.

“What if they all just dated each other?” asks Bart

“You can do that?” asks Kon, at the same time as Tim says, “I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t fix it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that would make it worse.”

The silence stretches.

“Well, good luck with that!” declares Cassie. “Now, who wants to watch Xena?”

Tim sighs, but let’s the hang-out move on. What’s happening with Nightwing, Huntress and Oracle is such a mess that there’s no way a bunch of teenagers are going to be able to untangle it, especially when most of them don’t have much experience in romance or life or both. Tim certainly doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to having non-messy relationships. He’s sure Dick will figure it out. Eventually.

Kon floats down next to him as Cassie and Cissie go looking for the VHS, with that grin on his face that Tim just knows means he’s come up with some terrible joke. “Look on the brightside! When the divorce happens, you’ll have not one, not two, but three Christmases. Not four, because I’m pretty sure Batman doesn’t celebrate, but three is still pretty good.”

“Yay,” says Tim, voice as flat as he can make it.

#yj98 #young justice 1998 #fic #batfamily #tim drake #idk if this fully works timeline wise? but im not stressing about it #this is some time post-nml #also i've only read some of the issues w/ the huntress/nightwing/oracle situation - the rest is secondhand from root #idk how aware of it tim actually was in canon #basically. please do not interrogate how canon-aligned this snippet fic is. please and thank you #also yes its no longer halloween but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #my stuff

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samgirl98 · 2 years ago

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Forgotten Demon Twin 2/?

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Danny came back early from his patrol. There had been no ghost attacks. All he had found were ghost blobs, and he let them be. They were harmless. He got under his covers, glad that the next day was Sunday. He hoped he would be able to sleep late.

Danny was starting to fall asleep when he heard his phone ring. He groaned. He just wanted to sleep. He looked at his phone and immediately called Tucker.

“What do you mean someone is looking into me?” He asked without preamble.

“I don’t know what to tell you, dude. About six hours ago, I got an alert of someone looking into Amity Park. No biggie, sometimes people get curious. The firewall the GIW and me and Technus have set has kept them out so far. Then, a few hours later, I found out someone was trying to find out about you.”

“I’ve been able to keep them out, but just barely. Whoever they are, they’re good at hacking. Technus and I are having a hard time keeping them away from your information. I’ve had to direct them to your Doom and old Twitter account to get them off your scent, but I don’t know how long that’ll last.”

Okay, okay. This wasn’t the time to panic. It was probably the League (in which case he was [fully] dead anyway). He had to find a way to keep his family and friends safe, hide the portal from his fruit loop of a grandfather and mother, and keep his secret of being half-dead—no big deal.

“Danny, Danny, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. Listen, I want you to stop interfering with the hacking. I don’t want you or any of my loved ones in danger if it's who I think it is. I haven’t told you guys the whole truth, and if I make it out alive, I will. Until then, don’t contact me.”

“Danny, wait! What’s going—”

Danny hung up before Tucker could finish asking the question.

His phone immediately started lighting up. He turned it off. Danny moved his bed and pulled the wakizashi hidden under his floorboard; some ninja throwing stars, needles, and poison.

Danny stared at his weapons and knew he was screwed.

He could never measure up to the assassins in the League, let alone his family. He had no doubt the Al Ghuls had learned Danny had lied to them and was here to kill him and his family.

Ra’s Al Ghul did not believe in leaving loose ends.

Maybe Danny could convince his grandfather to leave the Fentons alone if he gave them all his information and let Ra’s kill Danny.

No, Danny would have to win against Ra’s. He couldn’t let the older man win; Danny knew his family would never survive if Danny died.

He didn’t know if he’d come back as a full ghost if he got killed (could he even die?), and he wasn’t willing to find out.

Besides, he no longer was the Al Ghul’s failure. He was Danny Phantom. Hero of Amity Park and the Ghost Zone. Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms. He would win.

Danny heard a tap on his window and was met with two piercing green eyes.

They were here.

____

Once they entered Amity Park, whatever firewall kept them out went out. Suddenly, they could see everything that was happening in the small city. It disturbed Bruce.

Mentions of ‘ghosts’ attacking the town. A weatherman who predicted and announced the presence of ghosts and the Fentons on the road. The city being sucked into an alternate dimension (without the Justice League ever hearing about it), and a dead teenager taking care of the city. And the mention of a portal into the Land of the Dead, courtesy of the Fentons.

“Danyal never mentioned this portal,” Damian muttered as he looked through old letters he had.

The plane landed at 2:25 in the morning at Amity Park Airport.

It wasn’t hard to find the Fenton’s address once they were in Amity Park. Their address, phone number, and business number were public records in the small city.

The family made a plan.

They decided they would send Damian first. A (kind of) familiar face could help draw Danyal, Danny, out.

(God, it sounded like he was trying to lure out a wild animal. Though, if Danny were anything like his brother, that description wouldn’t be too far off the mark…)

“Remember, Damian, don’t engage if Danny starts attacking. It’s just talking. If he attacks you leave, and we find a different way to communicate.”

“Yes, father,” Damian said through gritted teeth. That was the fifth time his father had said the same thing. He wasn’t an imbecile.

Please, his thoughts intruded; not even an imbecile would forget they had a twin brother.

Shut up, he answered back.

Damian put on his dark clothes (not his league outfit; he threw that away a long time ago.) and the wire so his family could hear what was happening before leaving.

It wasn’t hard to find the Fenton’s house. The giant light arrow spelling out Fenton’s Work toward a house, and the big, he didn’t even know what was on top of the house, gave it away. These people weren’t subtle at all.

Damian climbed the windows. In one, there was a couple. The behemoth of a man was snoring so loudly it shook the whole room. A red-haired teenage girl slept in the next window while holding an old teddy bear. He went to the next one and froze.

For the first time in almost a decade, Damian saw his twin once more.

His back was turned to the window, but Damian saw a wakizashi in his hand. Ah, Danyal probably suspected someone was coming and thought it would be a member of the League.

Well, it was time to put his brother at ease.

Damian tapped on the window and saw blue eyes suddenly looking at him.

The two twins stared at each other for a long time. Then, Danyal adverted his gaze and went to the window. He kept the small sword in his hand.

He opened the window and let Damian in.

“Heir to the Demon’s Head, what a pleasure to be acknowledged and visited by you. To what does this Spare owe the honor?”

Once upon a time, Danyal’s subservience sent a thrill of pleasure down Damian’s spine. Now, it reminded him how far apart he had been kept from his twin. A horrid feeling twisted in his stomach and caused him physical pain.

His brother should never have been treated the way he had been by their grandfather and mother.

Damian should have never treated his brother that way.

“Danyal,” Damian said softly; his brother stiffened, “It’s okay. We are no longer loyal to the League. We are free.”

Danny didn’t dare look up. Was this a test? Was his twin testing his loyalty?

Danny’s heart rate picked up as Damian touched Danny’s shoulder.

“Brother,” Danny felt incredulous; the Heir never acknowledged the Spare as ‘brother,’ “Brother, grandfather is dead. We are free.”

Danny kept his gaze adverted. He couldn’t bring himself to hope that he was free.

Damian let his hand drop to his side.

“You don’t believe me.”

Danyal kept quiet.

Damian took a deep breath, “I have proof. He was killed in public. I brought the newspaper article.”

Damian took out the newspaper clipping and gave it to Danyal. His brother took it with shaking hands.

Danny’s breath caught as he read the title.

Ra’s Al Ghul was…dead. Danny was free! Would his brother let him stay in Amity Park? He was the heir, so he undoubtedly had taken over. Maybe if he pled his case to Damian and promised loyalty, he would let him stay with the Fentons.

Besides, Danny was the weak link of the Al Ghul line. He wasn’t a threat. Maybe Damian would grant him his wish.

Damian felt his heart twist as his twin got down on one knee, bowing his head.

“Demon’s Head, I ask you to let me stay in Amity Park. I’ll send weekly or even daily reports. Please, don’t kill the Fentons. My weakness has made me feel attached to them. If you don’t want me to stay here, please at least grant me the request of sparing their lives.”

Damian’s sadness suddenly turned to anger.

Hadn’t Danyal listened to a word he had said? They were free; they were no longer bound to the League.

“No, Danyal. The League no longer exists,” he spat out.

Danny flinched at his twin’s anger. His hold tightened on his sword.

“Bring it back a bit, baby bat,” Richard said through the comms.

Danny didn’t give any outward appearance that he heard another man’s voice calling Damian…Baby Bat?

What the fuck?

“I apologize, Danyal. My temper still gets the best of me sometimes.”

Danny couldn’t believe his ears. Damian, the Prince of the League, Heir to the Demon’s Throne, was apologizing…to Danny.

“Danyal, I left the League six years ago. I’ve been with our father.”

Father. The Batman. If what Damian was saying was true…

“Father and the rest of our siblings would like to meet you. They’re here in the city.”

…He could be free. All he had to do was convince Batman he was fine and to let him stay in Amity Park. Danny wouldn’t say anything about being Phantom, so Batman wouldn’t find any excuse to make him leave his little city.

Besides, how hard could it be to lie to the greatest detective in the world?

Danny got up, dusted his pants, and asked, “When do we leave?”

#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

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ava-amelia · 3 months ago

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Mary stan tags:

#sherlock was trouble and in her way and she was being merciful by giving him a chance at life

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Holy smokes are you guys actually evil? How dare a person exist next to Mary when she's killing people.

This is why I don't like you. I said it. You are allowed to do your own thing which is why I made this into my own post. If you just like Mary but don't excuse her actions by saying Sherlock deserved it because he existed and he's sometimes a dick, if you just think she's cool and that you don't agree with everything she does, but still like her and think she is not an irredeemable person then we're okay. Adding that as clarification.

No one dislikes Mary for wanting to get rid of Magnussen. Sherlock killed Magnussen. Mycroft wanted to get rid of him eventually.

Mary Morstan fans somehow think she has a right to kill people and that not killing people is her being nice. How lovely it is to be given the privilege of being alive by Mary Morstan.

Being nice to people? Don't kill them. This is literally a cartoon villain level meme. And you are saying it 100% seriously.

Do you think Mary should kill people because she mildly dislikes them? When a barista writes Mary's name wrong is she allowed to take a gun out and shoot them?

"Honestly, never understood what the big whoop with her past was, why John was so mad. Everyone has a past. And it was IN the past. Her assassin career was over, he had nothing to do with it. Would I go and tell my boyfriend/fiance that I once killed for money? Um…no. And I doubt that if roles had been reversed, John wouldn’t have done, either."

"It was in her past. I wouldn't tell someone I killed people for money." "I would do the same thing."

So you would kill people? You admit to that. You talk about killing people as if it's a real possibility for you and that if you were in a situation when a friend offered you help you would shoot them and then threaten them.

I ran across some toxic Moriarty stans and Sheriarties who started drama and you guys are way worse.

And no I am not being unfair here. These are their own statements. They identify with this. And even if I am, I don't care at this point. You celebrate the most villainous aspects of Mary while claiming she is a hero. You don't even like her for the morally grey character you claim she is. You like her evil and then you claim you are the victims and we are in the wrong for not liking her because some of us think she's evil and we don't like her because of that.

#anti mary morstan #anti mary watson #mary wank #at this point I am more sympathetic to marys actual character than her stans #her stans are something else entirely

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Wait, you're pre-war?

Hancock edition because he is my fav

He had no doubt she was a vault dweller the second she strolled into his town. Figured she had a little more teeth than most to threaten the guy trying to charge her protection money. More than just the bright blue suit, her pip-boy looked damn near untouched and she frequently brought it close to her face and adjusted the dials to check or write down different things. He wasn’t so sure about pre-war. He’d met plenty of people who claimed to be pre war, most of them were ghouls and half of them were liars. Actual pre-war folks were rare, and it wasn’t something to flaunt unless you’re looking to ‘disappear’. He half believed her when Daisy declared that she was legit, but he figured it wasn’t a hard guess to say people are still people and the amount of people around before the war was a lot, but then-

“Hi there Nora. Been a while since the pickman gig, I was hoping I’d run into ya.”

“Yeah?” She seemed amused in her ridiculous getup. Like a genderswap of that old world comic.

“Guess what someone tells me? Some costumed freak is operating in Goodneighbor. And the kicker is, it ain’t me. How am I supposed to feel about this?” He cracked one of his typical jokes, sizing up the now well-known vault dweller wondering what the hell she was up to in his town.

“This neighborhood is ill.” She spoke in the goofiest voice he’s ever heard and he had to stop himself from laughing in her face. She may be acting and in costume, but she’d already rubbed out plenty of movers and shakers on his turf to leave behind that little call sign card. “I am the cure.” She spoke confidently in her oversized trench-coat and hat.

“God, You’re priceless.” He lost the battle to hold back a chuckle. “Like the silver shroud herself walked out of a comic book into my den. Just priceless.” This encounter with the vault dweller’s flavor of crazy was sure to be one for the books. If he could get this lil ball of crazy working for him, his town would be perfect. “You’ve been busy scaring people. Bashing in a few faces. I respect that- so far. But I gotta ask, one freak to another. Why the getup?”

“Many have sought to pierce the shroud-” She spoke haughtily, in her same ridiculous put-on voice. “To no avail.” Dammit this was supposed to be a kinda serious talk. He was one line away from busting out laughing.

“You just don’t stop. Stay you, pal.” He spoke with no small measure of levity. Dammit hancock, focus! This barrel of laughs could be in the mood to wipe out more thorns in his side, considering those remaining thorns may start sticking in her side soon. “Those low-lives you took out all belong to the same asshole. And that asshole’s planning some old-fashioned revenge on you, ya dig?” Better make sure this superhero has the info she needs to take out the trash in his town. “Fortunate for you, I want Sinjin to take a dirt nap.” More fortunate for him really, want was an understatement. Sinjin and his crew kept the allys and private residences of goodneighbor dangerous, since his guys kept to the streets unless someone calls them. “He’s taken two-bit raider outfits and made them- scary. Small fish now, but if left alone-” Understatement of the century. These guys wanted to be a new kind of gunners.

“He will be judged for his crimes.” She spoke with finality, not once dropping the comic book hero voice.

“Trust me-” He spoke with a smirk. “He needs a lot of judging. Got a lead on two of his own: Smiley Kate and Northy. Smiley is gathering a possy to take you out. And Northy is just running scared, hired himself some goons and is holding up in Prospect. Just keep piling those body bags until you find the location of the big guy himself.”

“Sinjin thinks he is above judgement. But no one is safe from the Silver Shroud.” She loved her heroic declarations, huh? He just prayed she was as monstrous in a fight as they said on the streets, no need to get this lady killed for some costumed escapades-

“Don’t get killed.” He warned. “You deal with Sinjin and I'm inclined to show you some gratitude, you feel me?” She just gave him this quiet, confident smirk, like his warning was funny. Left with a nod, look of amusement never dropping. Talk about a rogue variable-

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Sinjin was dead, so says the rumors along the grapevine, and if Kent is to be believed saved him from near death. His men say she came back, visited bobby no-nose, and the two haven't been seen since. Fahrenheit says she thinks they’re tunneling underground by all the explosions that have been reported by traders, and she has a few different places mapped out for where they could be going. He couldn’t understand why the vault dweller was joining a heist against him instead of coming to claim their reward he promised for their caped escapades, but maybe she just had one hell of a screw loose. He figured once Fahrenheit stops them, he’ll be happy to let them go so long as they don’t start firing. He figured with the both of those nutcases together, who knows how they reasoned themselves into this.

It kinda stung though, he respected Bobby. She ran some good operations, never targeted people who didn’t deserve it. The fact that she was clearly angling for one of his storehouses meant that by Bobby's definition, he was The Man. He was too selfish, too authoritative to be trusted to distribute fairly to his citizens. In his city, Bobby felt like she had to rob him. One of his people. That really hurt. It was in a way the definition of failure. Was the vault dweller convinced this was justice? If that was true, if that’s how Bobby felt, fuck-

He needs to take a walk.

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“Well if it ain’t Bobby’s little patsy.” He joked. She was out of costume when he saw her again. Fahrenheit filled him in plenty, her thinking she was pulling the heist on diamond city, chewing Bobby a new one and convincing her to stand down. He’s just glad no one died over this mess. “Here-” He dug into his pocket, pulled out a generous sized pouch of caps for her. “For protecting my stash, and for wiping out Sinjin. Real nice work there.” He complimented. “I’m glad you got her to stand down.”

“Me too. Sorry for blowing the floor out your warehouse.” She laughed, and he couldn’t suppress a chuckle of his own. Damn, that laugh was contagious.

“Hey, this is Goodneighbor.” He replied. “No hard feelings.”

“I figured since the guard didn’t open fire the second I stepped into town.” She Jested, but it rang too true. He could with just a few words kill anyone in his territory. Wouldn’t even need a reason, his guard would be happy to listen. She was right, if he was mad she wouldn’t have made it into the statehouse.

“Lemme tel ya-” He sighed. “This classy little tricorn hat of mine is getting heavy. Am I turning into the Man? Some kind of tyrant?” She was giving him her attention as he spoke, he appreciated it. “I spend all my time putting down the people I would've been proud to scheme with just a few years ago. I need to take a walk again, get a grip on what really matters; living free.”

“Are you able to leave like that?” She looked at him quizzically. “Arn’t you the mayor?”

“Hey, the mayor is still the mayor whether he’s ‘in residence’ or not.” He replied certainly. “I’ve walked outta here plenty a times. Keeps me honest. Can’t let power get to my head. That’s not what being in charge of Goodneighbor is all about.” She grinned at that, this bright, sunny, perfect thing. Shiny straight teeth, barely chapped lips, it wasn’t fair, making his old ghoulified heart skip a beat with nothing. With just a twitch of her face. Fuck, looking at her clearly, no shenanagains, no shock at the bright blue and shiny pip-boy or confusion at her costume and sunglasses, she was really, unfairly pretty. Like some chick in a pre-war magazine strolled off the pages. He could see where the pre-war rumors came from, they must have it really nice in those vaults.

“If you’re headed out of here, why not travel with me?” She offered, and it was like she was pulling one of the millions of schoolboy-worthy dream scenarios out of his head and reading the script aloud.

“Yeah-” He drawled, exceedingly pleased with how this was unfolding. “I like it. You might just be the right kind of trouble. Lemme just have a little chat with my community first. Give them the news.”

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“I can’t believe you poached one of my citizens.” He teased as he re-joined her for dinner, having spent the afternoon exploring the aptly named little community of Sanctuary. To his shock, his travel companion was the infamous general of the minutemen, who’s been talked about like some sort of fairy-tale creature. Traders came through goodneighbor with stories of clean running water, strange buildings, and flocks of people immigrating to minutemen territory. To hear the folks on the radio tell it, most people couldn’t find sanctuary, and it was talked about like some foreign land. If you asked him, it sure looked like it.

Turns out, as Nora had explained to him on the trip up, there’s just one way in or out and she’s been planting dense vegetation, on top of carving something she called earth-smiles into the barren soil. Indeed, the closer they got to her sanctuary, the greener their surroundings got. The security when they arrived was impressive, it looked like it was all pre-war tech. Mounted turrets everywhere, controlled bridge access, tall walls built from the same material as the houses, barbed wire embedded in the very top. She talked about it all casually, saying she just did this or that, but he didn’t actually put it together who she was until she had been immediately dragged away by people in uniform without any fuss, and in fact a great deal of humor, telling him she’ll see him later at dinner, go explore. Of course, her people were happy to spell it out for him just who she was and sing the praises of what she did.

The buildings all looked strange, rounded dirt walls and packed grass roofs, but they were pretty extraordinary. The bunkhouse was clean, the doctor’s even cleaner. The bunkhouse offered individual rooms, and when the receptionist he learned Nora employed let him take a peak he saw the rooms were not only were clean, but the beds looked new and the sheets, blankets, and pillows were an even cream, like they were dyed and not faded. Their cheapest room made his room in the statehouse look like a hobo shack.

The lady running the hospital claimed to be a robot and had a crazy accent and practically begged him for a blood donation, saying she had very little opportunities to work with ghouls like she does humans, lamenting to him there was only one other ghoul in sanctuary and she needed ‘replication’. She assured him it was all sterile, and by the time he felt like she would get emotional if he said no, he was convinced to get stabbed by the most polite doctor he’d met. She said, as they waited for his blood to pool in the bag, that she had explored many avenues of research in the commonwealth thanks to Nora and talked to him about her findings till the moment she pulled the needle from his skin.

There was a playground for the grand total of two kids he could spot running around the streets, though Nora talked excitedly about the school she had underway on the walk up so there were probably more. The weapons and armor stores had impressive displays and a huge variety of items, the clothing store also sold toys, trinkets and jewelry seemingly handmade by the owner and her very talkative teenage daughter. He could see her toddler son on the floor, playing in a small box of scrap fabric with a sewn fabric fish. The woman looked preganant, and brought up her husband hunted and tanned the leather in their goods himself. He was pretty much pressured into buying a necklace the girl made as he chatted with he mother and examined their shockingly wide variety of wares. He couldn't begrudge them though, it was a fair price and he had never seen someone carve such a medallion from trash glass bottles.

The necklace was wonderfully smooth to the touch and shiny, small multicolored beads of yellow and blue plastic and glass patterned in different sizes to accentuate the large amber glass medallion carved in the shape of the sun hanging down in the middle, all strung on a thin leather cord. He wasn’t sure he would wear it, but it was worth every cap. He’d never seen people make clothes or items so detailed. The people Nora had found here were talented. That, on top of the delicious roast squirrel on a stick sold at the bar that for some reason had vegetables skewered and cooked alongside the meat and their variety. Variety! Of cold beer, wine, and spirits. It was the best meal he’d ever bought during one of the most pleasant afternoons of his life, and the bartender warned him not to spoil his appetite for the community dinner. A free dinner for everyone?! Every Night?! Even visitors?! Yep, the bartender was happy to explain.

They had guards, traders, hunters, builders he could see making another house in a cleared spot and fiddling around with the town’s water purifiers and generator building. Sprawling fields of razorgrain, mutfruit, melons, squash, every plant people could grow grew along the gentle slope down to the river, and he could see several people working in the fields. It was pretty picturesque considering they lived in an irradiated world. The place was idyllic, so it was pretty surprising to run into an old face running the general goods store. He was friendly enough, he knew the poor bastard was always a bit of a wuss. He guessed it got him through the years, but coward or not he was a part of goodneighbor. He guessed he couldn't blame the old bastard, the guy basically waxed poetic the second he brought up Nora and by the look and sound of it, he had a cushy ass setup here. Was a homeowner the old man bragged.

“It’s not my fault.” Nora answered with that soft smirk that meant she was feeling mischievous. “You could say we’re old friends.” She sat down with her bowl of stew the cafeteria provided, happy to join him at his table. She was dressed all pre-war, hair tamed back with one of those sparkly pre-war hairnets and dressed in dainty black flat shoes and a bright red dress, complete with the lipstick and a tiny metal pin with “General Howard” pinned to her dress. He swore he saw her in a magazine when he was a kid, like someone dragged the model through time.

“Man, what’s with the getup?” He found it hard to focus on any one thing, she was just ridiculously pretty. He was kind of stunned, he didn’t think he’d ever see, let alone talk to someone who looked like her. He’d seen plenty of people try, but out in the wasteland imitations of pre-war aesthetics were just that: imitations. Meant to show off to others that you can be fancy in the way people used to be, it showed you had enough, felt confident, lived safe, and it never quite looked right. Now he knows why, none of them can actually convincingly look pre-war, yet somehow Nora did so easily. “You look like someone from before the war, and it's all in great condition. Where��d you get that stuff? It must’a cost you an arm and a leg.” And it really should have. No stains, no wrinkles, the dress looked new, so did the shoes.

“I am pre-war” She spoke through her smirk, barely containing her amusement. “Considering I bought them new, they were pretty cheap when I bought them.”

“You’re shitting me. You look maybe 35, and that’s one hell of a stretch. There’s no way you can convince me you were around before the bombs fell.” He crossed his arms and re-appraised her. She looked like she was eating up this entire conversation.

“Believe me or not, it's the truth. Me and my whole family were frozen in the vault near here, 111. My kid was stolen while I was frozen, that’s why I'm looking for him.” She explained. “We got free admittance to the vault because me and my husband both served, so we never had to use our personal bunker. Luckily, we just stored emergency items down there and used the rest of the space for storage, so it all came in handy when I made it out of my vault.”

“You’re shitting me.” He was sure he looked stunned, he felt stunned. She was already an odd individual, a kind and oddly clever travel companion, and had little concept of personal space despite his ghoulish affliction. That was off-putting enough, this?

“I am not.” She spoke with a grin, like the first she gave him that stopped his heart, this one stopped it then sent it back racing several times, and he knew he was fucked.

#fallout 4 #fallout companions #sole survivor #fallout #my writing #sole survivor x hancock #john hancock #john hancock x sole survivor

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stusbunker · 8 months ago

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Spotless: Acciaccato

Chapter Thirty Six

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Other characters: Castiel, Missouri (mentioned), Cain, nameless thugs, Benny, Sam and Kevin

Word Count: ~3100

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, still unbeta'd, Dean has a few hard thinks about his past whether he wants to or not. The show must go on.

Super, extra, mega, uber, and deepest thanks to @lastactiontricia on this chapter. I know you could have done so much more with it, but I'm taking the knee. xoxo

Series Masterlist

The rooms the band nabbed in Vegas were straight out of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. It was almost a sin not to share, but at this point Dean would have been stuck with Kevin and even if the kid hadn’t come back in the wee hours with a handful of his own groupies, he doubted Kevin and he would have the same ideas on how to treat a hotel room in the middle of a stay.

Or how to respect a roommate’s privacy.

Instead, he luxuriated in his spacious suite. He told himself he wasn’t hiding or moping. He was just carefully taking some Dean-time before their second show. Besides, he had his therapy appointment in an hour anyway and his laptop was already set up on the desk in his room.

The softness level of the complimentary robe didn’t hurt either.

Dean turned on a ‘70s music station on the all access cable and checked out the city below. There was a time when he was in Vegas more than he was in LA, every minute he wasn’t needed in the studio he was either on the road or in one of Cain’s gyms or clubs.

As he took in the city skyline, it was difficult to stomach that he had ever been that guy. Like rewatching a movie where he once idolized the hero, only to see later, the guy was nothing short of a mass murderer hiding behind a badge. Of course, Dean was ashamed of what he did with all his time here. But more than that, he was terrified that that truth would get out.

That you would realize who he really had been then. Not just some self-absorbed rockstar who fucked anything that turned his head. Who threw away friendships because it was easier than actually working to maintain them. But the mindless rage monster, the guy who was numbed to the point of hurting himself and others to feel alive instead of trapped between planes of existence.

Cain had called it ‘pure’, that base instinct to hurt and dominate, a warrior’s need for victory. But Dean knew now it was an escape, to separate himself from his actions, and to justify the pain he caused and experienced. Dean had no idea if Cain was the man’s given name or not, but it was apropos, the way the man spoke, it was no wonder he was named after the first known murderer.

The room service coffee surpassed the chintzy little one cup brewer they provided in the kitchenette and Dean drank it down greedily. He sat on the leather couch and debated on how he was going to kill the next hour, besides getting dressed. One of the hardest parts of therapy, for Dean, was the build up. Which was why he usually tried to have plans beforehand, so he didn’t overthink too much before they even got started.

But after last night, and being in Vegas at all, he felt safer being alone. Or less exposed, at least.

Dean sighed, set his mug down, and picked up his phone. His wallpaper was the same as always, him and Baby, both bright and smiling for the camera. What the phone screen didn’t say was that Cas had taken the picture. Or that Dean had spent three months in between tours finally fixing her up with his own two hands. There were a lot of things Dean regretted in his life, but the stuff with Cas was at the top of his list.

Before he could stop himself, he pulled up Cas’ number and hit the phone icon. It was the middle of a work day, something he usually never thought about, and Dean was suddenly ashamed to admit he had no idea what Cas was doing for money at the moment.

“Hello?” that gruff familiar voice answered, clearly doubting it was actually Dean calling.

“Hey, Cas. How’s it going?”

“Dean?”

“Yeah.”

“Is everything alright?”

Dean leaned back and tried to sit with the uncomfortableness. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just— felt like checking in.”

The seconds ticked by, but Cas didn’t seem too keen to start up a conversation. The sound of someone working out a riff in the background drew Dean’s focus as his self-doubt almost had him hanging up the phone. Then Cas started moving, the background noise shifted and then disappeared.

“Sorry, we’re recording, but it’s slow going.”

Dean never felt so disconnected from his friend’s life. He didn’t even know they were like a real band or even what they sounded like. Let alone recording. “Wow! Cas, that’s—- that’s great. So what’re you callin’ yourselves?”

“Holy Terror.”

Dean chuckled. “Damn. That’s actually pretty dope, man.”

“I was out voted. I wanted ‘All in the Family’, but apparently that has incestuous implications.”

“Yeah, man, I’m with your bandmates on that one. So— who’s all playing with you? Besides, you know, the kid?”

“Jack. They have a name.”

“I know, dude, it’s just weird because it’s not like I’ve even met ‘em.”

“It is weird for me, too. My life has changed so much in the past year, and I imagine so has yours.”

Dean huffed. “Understatement of the century right there.”

This conversation was inevitable the moment Dean pressed the call button, but still he felt like he owed it to Cas to salvage it.

“And who else you got? Don’t tell me they’ve got you singing too.”

“No, I haven’t fallen so far as to attempt that kind of puppetry.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh. How did he forget what a sarcastic asshole Cas could be?

“There’s also Balthazar.”

“Nooooo.”

“Yes.”

“Wow. Okay, well, maybe you won’t be the one with the highest totals anymore, that guy’s more of a porn star than a musician most days.”

Castiel exhaled deeply through his nose.

“What?”

“Our fourth member—- has actually done porn.”

“Cas? Don’t tell me you—”

“He volunteered.”

Dean looked up at the vaulted ceiling of his hotel room and then back at the television and its band facts scrolling at the bottom of the screen. “Wow! Well, I guess you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

“Gabriel actually paid for the studio time. Which has been helpful. Though Frank keeps a security guard on him at all times.”

“Frank let you guys in? Huh.”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“No— I’m not. I mean it’s Gabriel is all. Not that you’re not qualified or however that sounded.”

“That’s— very fair of you.”

Dean kicked his heels up onto the coffee table. “Well, that’s the new me. I’ve matured and shit.”

“And shit.”

“You get it.”

“I should get going. Where are you? Should I call you back later?”

“Tonight’s Vegas round two, so no. Got Phoenix this weekend though, so maybe Sunday afternoon if you’ve got time. If not, no biggie.”

“How long will you be on the road?”

“Five months.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Eh— got some double duty at the tail end, since, you know.”

“Yeah. Well, I wish you all luck.”

“Back at ya, buddy. Let me know if you want me or Trouble to pump up this new gig up online, alright?”

“I’ll consider it. Thank you.--- Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for calling. It was good to hear your voice.”

Dean swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, you too.”

“Goodbye.”

“Yep.”

Dean hung up and dropped his phone and his hands into his lap. Deflated and a bit untethered, he guessed it was as good a time as any to get dressed.

The inner workings of the casino held an intricate hive of activity. From the hotel portion, to the venues for shows, out onto the actual casino floor, to the shops, restaurants, spas and other specialty amenities that kept people there and spending, workers bustled and hustled at every opportunity.

So it wasn’t surprising that not one, not two, but three different employees stopped him backstage as he walked around hours before showtime. His therapy with Missouri had left him drained, but in the way muscles were sore after a workout. His feelings were stretched thin, but the conviction he held them with was strengthening. He was emotionally tougher than ever, but it still exhausted him.

He gave himself some time in the wings, soaking in the memories of the concert the night before and the energy the fans had poured back out to them. He wanted to finish strong then and there, because then he could put the whole damn city behind him for the rest of the tour.

If only the universe worked in his favor.

Once he got downstairs, his past came back to knock him on his ass. Outside Phantom Traveler’s dressing room stood three men, two of them Dean didn’t bother trying to recognize, they were just goons. The third was someone he couldn’t forget even in his best dreams.

“Hello, Dean,” Cain’s natural civility oozed old money.

“What are you doing down here?” Dean asked without any pretense. So much for the abundance of security. But knowing Cain, he probably paid them off.

“I was hoping for a chance to catch up. It’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough,” Dean snipped, clocking the lanyards around Cain’s and his bodyguards’ necks. “So you’re here for the show?”

“Of course. You know I was always impressed with your endeavors.”

Dean couldn’t tell if the heat clawing up the back of his neck was from embarrassment, pride, or anger, with Cain things were always complicated. And the fucker knew it.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Dean felt petulant, but he really didn’t need any favors from the guy.

Cain took a moment, holding Dean in that calculated gaze, then took a step forward. Dean did not back up.

“You know I’m actually surprised you’re deigning to talk to me yourself. Alastair said you sent some Cajun mongrel after him last night.”

“Well, Alastair decided to come at us like a scumbag pap, so-.” Dean shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal if he didn’t make it a big deal. He was barely making polite conversation anyway.

“He does tend to be too dramatic for his own good.” Cain slipped his hands into his pants pockets, casually, but also disarming himself in the process.

He was untouchable as ever.

“What do you want, man? Not that I’m not enjoying shooting the shit, oh wait, I’m not.”

“Don’t be rude. I wanted to remind you the door’s still open when you’re ready to get back to yourself. The ring’s not the same without you in it. And I hate to have you keeping all that raw talent untapped.”

The words tickled Dean the wrong way as they ticked off of Cain’s tongue.

Dean shuddered and swallowed against the rising bile.

“I’m out. Find yourself another prize hog. I’ve moved on.” He felt the dead look in his own eyes as Cain tisked at his refusal.

“Is that what you tell Ms. Y/L/N? Swear you’ve gone straight, to keep her from looking at you with fear in her eyes? I must say she seems just as smitten with you as that covergirl is supposed to be.”

Dean clenched his jaw and his fist.

Cain let his words sink in and then he took Dean out by the knees. “She doesn’t know, does she, Dean?”

“So what?”

“A man is not what he thinks he is, but he is what he hides,” Cain recited with a raised brow. “What did I tell you about those that don’t understand your dark side? You’ll only disappoint them in the end.”

Dean felt like a kid getting reprimanded for talking back, though Cain was more the dotting teacher type. “Some things should stay buried.”

Cain straightened up and nodded in agreement. “I could always fill her in myself— if it’s too much for you to explain. We could even bring her out after the show, together. Give her a tour of our operations and let her see for herself what you’re capable of? Then maybe you’ll see that she’s not worth the worry.”

“Not a chance. In fact, don’t even fucking look at her.”

“Dean! I’m offering to put some polish on the time we spent together. I’m willing to let Y/N in on your true nature. If that makes it more palatable. You know, it’s not just Alastair that misses seeing you in the ring. I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind having a fresh— distraction around. We’ve all seen her, you know.”

Dean felt the rage wash over him, the snarling, festering truth; his Hyde side was never truly gone.

“Leave her out of this.” Dean warned, low and bitter. He felt his skin vibrating, his weight shifted naturally onto his toes as his body readied to strike, to lash out and protect.

Cain looked at him with something close to pity, even as he threatened Dean to the edge of sanity. “I don’t think you understand the lengths I’ll go to bring you home. With or without her, you can’t change who you are inside or where you belong.”

“Everything alright, boss?” Benny’s voice broke through Dean’s thundering thoughts.

“Ah, here’s your man,” Cain’s eyes brightened and he spun on his heels to greet Benny outright. “Yes, hello, Cain Charles. Mr. LaFitte.”

Benny didn’t blink at the uneven introduction, just shook Cain’s hand and held his equally icy glare. “Pleasure.”

“Right. Dean and I were just catching up. But we can leave you gents to set up for the show tonight.” He looked over his shoulder at Dean and then at his two thugs. “Boys? Let’s go find out if they’ve got the box seats open yet.”

Benny, with his flawless instincts, stepped up to the plate. “Why don’t I go with ya? See if I can ease your way?”

Benny nudged Dean with his elbow as he gestured Cain and company down the hall towards the elevators. “You good, hoss?”

“No,” Dean practically grunted.

“Well, go on. I’ve got them.”

Dean shook his head, but kept the rest of his response to himself. He kept his eyes on the back of Cain’s perfect salt and pepper waves until Benny followed half of a beat after. Finally, they disappeared behind sliding metal doors.

Dean gasped out the breath he had been holding and turned and punched the cinderblock wall that led to the dressing rooms. His knuckles burst open and he bent in half with the hot, familiar pain. It wasn’t enough to take away the gut twisting worry that Cain had planted inside him.

But it was enough to bring him back to himself, to that moment and to his hitching breath. He inhaled and shook out his hand. Then he exhaled.

Dean told himself that setbacks happen, that he still was in control of his actions. It just was going to be a long night.

The lights poured down on Dean from every angle, surrounding him with inescapable heat and scrutiny. The show was half way over, he just needed to calm down and be in the moment. But somewhere in the dark, he knew Cain was watching him. No, watching them.

He flashed a forced grin, cocky and reckless. Fake it ‘til you make it. But the fans loved it, so he kept up the ruse.

“Kevin?” he asked playfully.

“Yeah, Dean?”

“How about we skip the next one and give ‘em some Prophet and Loss instead?”

The crowd screamed in agreement, but Kevin took his time, playing up his indecision.

“You guys wanna hear the new stuff don’t you?!” Dean bellowed, egging them on. Internally begging them to let him out of singing about Lisa right now, or about who he used to be. He couldn’t wait until the album was released and they could focus on the new music, and just touch on the hits.

The fans bayed with excitement.

Kevin played along, ignoring the rest of the setlist and absolutely flexed on the solo.

Letting Kevin have the spotlight, Dean backed up next to Sam, nodding at him as he kept the bassline going. Sam had taken the news of Cain’s reappearance seriously, putting Jesse on Madison detail until she would be taking the flight back to LA the next morning. Bobby and Victor were given blatant warnings that every band member was to be escorted to and from the show and their rooms, yourself and Charlie included. Benny personally promised he’d ensure it got done. But that was only a bandaid on a wound that had been left festering for too long.

Cain knew all of Dean’s tells, and most of his secrets.

Sam, now, held Dean's gaze, silently checking in. But Dean could barely look him in the eye, he was that rough.

Which, of course, Sam noticed.

Guilt was par for the course with Dean, if something sucky was happening, he always felt somewhat at fault. But this was entirely and undeniably his fault and that weight was enough to pull him under and if he wasn’t careful, he’d just let himself sink. To give in to the temptation and be the guy Cain wanted him to be: the fighter that Alastair had curated out of the bar fights and back alley brawls of Dean’s formative years.

To succumb to the anger, and the fear that he’d never be more than that animal, was just too easy.

So, when Sam gave him that incredulous look on stage, Dean had to use every ounce of self control not to just punch his lights out. Fuck him, of all people, for judging Dean.

He was fucking trying, okay?!

Then Sam’s face shifted and his massive forehead hitched and the puppy dog eyes came out and Dean didn’t want to be seen anymore. He shook his head, shrugged and continued winding his way around the stage, touching base with each member until he was at Kevin’s side. Dean fell into rhythm with Kevin’s extended solo, swaying and bobbing with the beat as it mellowed into a much more upbeat swinging vibe than anything the song it had emerged from ever held.

In that moment, Dean remembered how insanely grateful he was that Kevin had joined the band. His unique twist to the music, mischief, and raw talent were something like paddles to the chest, a resuscitation. A new chance at life for the band.

That bright reminder of hope, of progress, got Dean through the rest of the show. They brought out Annie next and ‘Baby’ was as smooth as the chrome on her namesake.

There were things coming for him that he hadn’t outrun. But on that stage, he was the one who was untouchable. And if it was going to all slip through his fingers by the consequences of his own actions, at least he’d leave it on a high note.

He gave the people what they came for, and they all left the stage sweaty and smiling.

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Chapter 37: Portato

#spotless series #spn fanfic #rockstar au #dean/reader #dean x reader #dean x you #slow burn #friends to lovers

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smahell · 10 months ago

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is there a villain in obey me?

yes. according to this simple search, diavolo is the antagonist we should fear. and date. and collect cards of. for some reason.

this was sent in a discord server I was in as a very very obvious joke (hopefully) and this result is surely ai generated, or google's done a whoopsie-doodle and taken something off of reddit.

yes, diavolo can assert himself as an antagonistic force, but all of his actions are always within logical reason. though it may be against the wishes of the brothers and MC, he always does what is right for the devildom, whether that may be putting lucifer on house arrest, or locking belphegor away from his brothers.

diavolo is literally just trying his best, and he's been doing that since his father basically dumped the responsibility of a whole realm on his shoulders and abandoned him to sleep at the bottom of the devildom. his past is genuinely so sad.

so, who's the villain in obey me????

you could certainly say it's belphie.. but you can also date him. belphie changes through our the story, and as of right now, he holds nothing against humans and anyone in general. though it was a short span of time, he has gained the (somewhat undeserving) forgiveness of everyone around him after trying to kill MC.

like yes, michael, but it's very obvious with him disguising himself as raphael, going against god's will, and even his manipulation of the brothers that he wants the brothers back, and still sees them as family. even if that may not be reciprocated.

you could say father. but in a sense, lilith broke the rules, and so did the brothers. they all needed to be punished accordingly. and the brothers still refer to him as "father" and not by any other name. they don't hate him as of now.

they feel sympathy. an attachment. a connection.

in the og where michael was mentioned once or twice, the fandom was quick to assign him as The Bad Guy™, but getting to know him through nb, he really is just like all the other characters in terms of role. and throughout nb michael is doted on fondly by the brothers. it's that sort of difficult familial love estranged families can relate to.

are these good decisions? no

but he's not a villain.

if you lost the loving family and friends you knew, and you had the power to get them back through such unconventional means... michael is just using the powers he was given.

"so then.. maddie's the bad guy." okay grandpa, let's get you back to your wheelchair..

she's barely even mentioned for starters, and from what I've heard, she's not even been mentioned in nb. all she's done is made mammon cry at some point, and tried to marry diavolo. she might be a shitty person, yes, but she's never even involved enough to make out lives, or even all the brothers's lives a living nightmare. she's a very minor nuisance, at most.

all the characters do something antagonistic. every single one of them. if there was a villain it would discredit the fact that the game isn't about heroes and villains and morality, but about people. and that's what makes obey me so good. and if there was (a villain), the story would've ended by now, long before the franchise's fifth anniversary. ****

every character is morally grey, and the fact that it leaves it up to the player to annotate what is good and bad makes the whole experience more immersive and personal than ever. however, it speaks volumes concerning a lack of media comprehension that anyone would try to assign a villain to obey me.

obey me is about dating silly demon boys, and watching people live, whether that be in peace and harmony, or in tense, on-the-brink-of-destruction moments. the story has no need of a true antagonist, when we have well developed and wide range of characters gets that impact the story no matter what. enjoy the game, hate or love the characters.. whether they're antagonists or not, just have fun.

****(because the devs weren't very good at writing the first game.. so I doubt they could've had the support to have written a second one)

[edit: this was brainstormed between @prettylittlelambs and i on discord :3 thank you for sort of inspiring me and going me come up with more ideas]

#shitpost taken seriously #smahell talks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me!#おべいみー #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fandom #obey me michael #NB: hhhnnnnnn

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beevean · 5 months ago

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Second half of S2. I think the best way I can summarize my state is saying

and trying to put my thoughts in order.

While it is slightly less disjointed than OG S3, the sheer number of plotlines that they attempted to tackle means that every scene lasts about 30 seconds before having to switch over. I genuinely struggled to keep up with what happens in each episode, until E6 where everything converges. And what made it even worse is the realization that... very little of what I watched actually matterered to the plot.

"But Beev, it's a character-driven story! Like Best Character Of All Time Isaac's!" I get that. And you know what? With stuff like Maria/Tera and Mizrak, I do see the potential for a good character-driven story, especially as the show is finally tackling more complex themes with vampirism instead of reducing them to elves or evil oppressors! But... I cannot get invested. I failed to connect with the characters, and the show keeps throwing other shit at me to divert my focus. This is simply a mess that has been bombarded into my eyes, while simultaneously being empty of content. And it is frustrating, because I want to like the less irritating parts.

Like this scene:

This is adorable. Random and another instance of fixing things too late, but it is a treat to see RoB Maria and finally some genuine emotions <3 literally the best scene in both shows idc. too bad it's drowned by the edgy pretentious Peak.

Anyway, time for the usual breakdown, character by character.

Taking a page from the OG S2, the heroes did nothing until the finale when they get to show off how cool they are. Think about it. Alucard recruits his sidekicks, they go to the Louvre, they get their asses kicked by Drolta, they split, and Annette suddenly has the revelation that the visions of her ancestors haunting her were trying to guide her to the solution of all of their problems: go and retrieve Sekhmet's third soul in the spirit realm.

And here I was hoping that it was some kind of internal turmoil for her. No. They were just the new Miranda, conveniently leading the hero to the solution. She just had to take five episodes to realize that for the suspence.

It's really weird. Annette in S1 was the focus of the season, infamously so, being all about her past as a slave and her desire to free everyone and thinking lowly of Richter for being a coward. Now, she was definitely made more pleasant for ship purposes, but then what is left of her? It says something that technically speaking, Annette wasn't even there in the finale! She was being possessed by Sekhmet!

Which, by the way, isn't just lovely? The descendant of a god being chosen by a god to become the vessel of a goddess. Why do we even keep Richter around?

This is not rhetorical. Why is Richter here? What does he contribute? Being the guy whose 90% of dialogue is swooning over Annette, fretting over her, telling us over and over why he loves her? (while I still don't know how Annette went from thinking he's useless to blushing around him and thinking he's cute.) Now, to be fair, he does kind of sort of talk about himself a few times... but it doesn't land. I don't care about his doubts as a Belmont now because they aren't relevant.

I've known I'm a Belmont and what that means since... since I could form words. Fighting evil, serving some kind of higher purpose. But then I watched Olrox kill my mother, and I understood the bitter fսcking truth. My mother died for absolutely nothing. Actually, she died because I tried to help her, which meant she had to protect me, and that's what got her killed. My whole life since then, I told myself it was so I could live. As if I was the higher purpose.

Why are we suddenly caring? Richter hasn't thought once of his dead moms (moms, Tera raised him too!) and in S1 he was all "I am a Belmont, and Belmonts kill vampires!". I understand the survivor's guilt, I do, I understand the logic "I need to fight otherwise my mother died for nothing", but okay, Richter, tell me: what does being a Belmont mean, in your opinion? Because it certainly isn't being locked in a generational fight against Dracula and realizing that once he dies, you have no purpose in life anymore!

The world's changing so fast. Belmonts, we're something from the past. Maybe there's no place for us anymore.

You know, I almost don't blame him. No wonder he thinks that Belmonts are a thing of the past. They sure were a thing of the 1980s-2000s. These shows hate the Belmonts with a burning passion and do everything in their power to make them tertiary.

But yeah, Richter and Annette bond over dead moms, woohoo. Thankfully this new, revamped Annette doesn't mock him over it, now that he has magic. It does get a bit ridiculous when Richter asks Alucard if he could change being Dracula's son, Alucard says that that would change other parts of himself that he'd rather not, and Richter immediately asks about his mother. I don't think Richter even knows Lisa's name, but he just can't help connecting to people through dead moms!

Oh yeah, Alucard! He's still a cunt. That's what his fans love about him. That, and how hot he looks after taking a bath in the shit-filled Seine, I suppose. E5 started with a moment so infuriating, it briefly took me to the OG S2 days:

call me carmilla the way i cry bloody tears

Now, to be perfectly fair, Annette does get her first big W by reminding Alucard that they all thought he killed Drolta and yet now she's back and stronger than ever. hell yeah it takes an asshole to put an asshole in his place 🥰 (although I wish they had done the same to her when she insulted Richter and no one reminded her that Edouard died because of her.) But more seriously, this shifts that line from "Sypha having a boner for Alucard and defending him at all costs" to "Annette trying to comfort Richter that he's not as useless as Alucard implies". I am glad that someone is finally on his side. But still, I am very tired of this. In the OG S2, Alucard was in theory justified because he was a grieving teen: how come this wise 300 yo old man still snaps at Belmonts when he's mad at himself? Now it's even worse due to the age difference. You can't have him stroke his dick over how old he is when emotionally he's still the same brat!

But yeah, this is Alucard in this season. They try so hard to make him sound old and wise and experienced and jaded. To the point where he says that he has fallen in love "countless times", and this is why he dares to give Richter advice on how to approach Annette romantically. I really don't know how to feel about this. It's not wrong, per se, but doesn't gel with my personal vision of Alucard - not just the game version, naturally, but I also can't really imagine show Alucard opening himself up like this, especially since this season paints him as being almost completely detached from human society. What sort of people does he fall in love with? The Belmonts? People like Greta? Eh, I could just take this as a cheeky reference to his Launcher of a Thousand Ships status lol. lmao imagine if they adapt the sorrow games and it turns out soma is one of alucard's many descendants when he lived his best slut life in japan fhdsjkfhskdhkj

I really don't know why they still bother to remind us that he's Dracula's son, though. Sure, they're correcting this from the OG show where the dude sympathized with vampires. But it's not like anyone gives a shit about Dracula anymore. Juste lowkey implied he's less impressive than Olrox. Richter didn't even know who Dracula was. In this setting, Dracula was just a more meow meow version of Erzsebet, not the closest thing to Satan who periodically threatens the world. Not even Dracula cares about himself anymore, since a WHOLE ECLIPSE happened and he's still chilling in Hawaii. Alucard has no reason to tie his identity to what in his perception is a dead man that was forgotten by history. He sure acts like a celebrity, though!

literally "bitch, don't you know who i am? 💅" i don't know, who are you? the one who allowed vampires to become human nobility?

There is, however, something that greatly bothers me about Alucard's untold past.

(why 14? had they said 18, it would have been a neat reference to HoD, even though I know it can't have happened)

If the Drolta plotline (more on that later) didn't convince me that this season was hastily rewritten, this would. Alucard keeps flipflopping between being solitary and being a Belmont ally through generations, which he apparently counted. I'd assume that, considering how much emphasis on his age is put, "years" for him means multiple decades, perhaps a whole century. So which is it? Did he fight alongside Christopher and Simon, whatever they did, and then got tired by the time Juste was born?

Speaking of the Belmonts, what happened to Dracula's castle? Why didn't they stay there, as their new hold? Are you going to explain that, show? No? Okay.

By the way, once again, I was ready to call Alucard a cunt (not helped by his condescending "Trevor would be proud [at Richter's sarcasm]" which I hate on principle), but him being tired of seeing Trevor's descendants die is a pretty good reason for wanting to distance himself and spare himself the pain. See, once again, I'd care much more about Alucard's experiences with immortality if he was more likeable. I'd accept him being more standoffish because his heart has been hardened by so many people dying, if he didn't start out as an 18 yo piece of shit who insulted Trevor's whole lineage for petty reasons.

Oh, and if he didn't literally, deadass, lead the actual Robespierre in the revolution. What the fuck. You know, I was joking about him telling Galileo Galilei about the heliocentric theory! Now I'm totally expecting the Sorrow adaptation to mention in passing that he was the one who killed Hitler!

And you know what? You know fucking what? For all of his posturing, Alucard is just as useless as Richter! His only purpose in the plot is to basically tell the gang "here's what we need to defeat the villain", then he failed spectacularly by allowing Drolta to snatch the McGuffin (and blamed Richter for it), then he basically inserted himself dick first in the Revolution plot to give him something to do in the two-parter finale! He didn't even care about the Revolution! He said so! The Revolution is a completely pointless backdrop to the fight against Sun Thundercat! You know, I'm impressed, I honestly thought he'd be the real protagonist of the show, but no, they managed to waste him too. peak.

Maria, Tera and Juste are all connected, but Maria is pretty much the only character going through an arc here, as Juste is nothing more than Maria's babysitter and adoptive grandpa (yeah, clearly they're trying to establish a "found family" theme as also mentioned by Alucard, but sure it's nice of him to call Maria his family when dude abandoned his blood grandson and hasn't still quite reconnected with him). I think that what they're trying to do with him is to basically prevent Maria from falling down the same pit of despair he did until two days ago, but it doesn't really work, Juste feels like a plot device and Maria's reaction is different than his anyway, since she's falling into... well, edginess.

In fact, Maria is so edgy, that she out of nowhere gets the idea of making her mom bite her to turn her!

Maria: It feels good... to have such power. To control such powerful forces. To have power over life and death. Juste: It shouldn't feel good, Maria. The world can be a dark place, full of horror. But if you surrender to the darkness, what's the point in living? None of us counts for much. All of us will be forgotten eventually. But there's something miraculous about us being here at all. To see this world. Breathe its air. Smell the forest at night. Feel the sun on our skin. If we're still able to do that... there is a point in living. Maria: And maybe there's even more point in living forever. He's right. This was different. Killing my father. This was murder. I can never go back to who I was. But I could be with you forever. *exposes neck*

Just a taste of the dialogue here. Juste doesn't even feel like a real person at this point. Why is he talking to Maria like she said that she wants to die? Is he projecting his own depression? Or is it only so that she can talk about living forever?

Maria, the girl who sees the world in black and white and therefore slotted vampires in the "evil" category, being ready to ditch her humanity because she'd rather live with her mom forever and perhaps out of guilt for killing her father out of revenge and not a righteous reason, is a very interesting idea. And this is why it's never brought up again :) Tera, with shocking self control for a newborn vampire, runs away from her to "find herself", leaving Maria crying and to be comforted by Juste. By the way, Tera's arc is done here lol. She runs away, lowkey implying that she manipulated Maria into killing her dad because "he deserved to die", and then she's the only open plot thread left for S3, enjoying the executions and perhaps glad of the dark path taken by her daughter, leaving ambiguous how much vampirism corrupted her.

Again, I kinda like this arc. I like that it ends with Maria declaring that the humans who worked alongside vampires (which I didn't notice at all, but maybe it was because I was inundated with too much Peak) deserve to be executed, probably still thinking about Emmanuel. It just rings hollow because Maria has always been a serious righteous fuck who only cared about the Revolution, with all that it entails, so I don't see much of a change in her. Maybe it could have worked better if they hadn't been cynical hacks in S1 and kept her RoB innocent personality. And I'm also irritated that they could have given this corruption arc to someone else...

(also, since I'm a horrible person, I am compelled to point out that the show leans heavily onto the "bite is sexual" trope, as shown by how predatory Sun Thundercat is with women and later on by Olrox with Mizrak. Therefore, having Maria begging for her own mother to bite her so that the two could live forever together is very. mh. well this is getting interesting i suppose)

As for the villains, before the finale, I just have to say: why in the sheer fuck do the villagers bow down to an obviously foreign vampire noblewoman?

Your Abbot, as you know, is dead. Murdered by a revolutionary. Your Abbot compared me to Joan of Arc. But I am not like her. She was defeated, burned like a witch. I will burn all your enemies. All your oppressors. Burn them all to ash. I am the one who wields the knife.

I get that these people are against the revolution, but really? They trust her as being better? I don't know anymore. Also her Sun Thundercat 2.0 transformation is a punch in the eye but we all know that.

oh right, olrox and mizrak. uhhhh they spend most of the time still doing their drama. Olrox is a passive force who mostly spends his time spying on everyone, Mizrak wants to fight. Since they don't really matter, I'll summarize the rest of their arc here: Mizrak joins the fight like he suddenly belongs, he's fatally wounded by a random vampire, Olrox saves him and decides to turn him into a vampire. The last shot we see of them is vampire Mizrak ready to rail that cockrox raw lmao. And, again, this is a good concept. Mizrak was shown being torn between his faith and his desire to sin with Olrox: therefore, vampirism for him means shedding his inhibitions and indulging in the sinful pleasures he has always coveted. This is good! And completely irrelevant to the story! Even thematically, vampirism hasn't been treated in this way by the story, not even with Tera! These two just make their own sideplot that never intersects with the main one! What's with this series and being unable to organically integrate gay people into their plot?

Okay, I think I covered everyone, so it's time for the grand finale.

The final fight is basically two episodes straight of this

and it's boring. I'm sorry. I get that the animation is cool and the anime fights are cool, but I just find boring to watch a bunch of people throw flashy but redundant spells to an invincible foe. Yeah yeah muh Harmony of Dissonance spells, that just pisses me off at this point, you didn't even mention Maxim once and had him and Lydie be fridged offscreen while the game can't happen due to the lack of Dracula's relics but you're pretending we're suddenly fans of the games?

(a small correction, though. Apparently, Juste's ring is not meant to be the friendship bracelet, but the Aurora Ring, the one that increases the power of the Sacred Fist. While I don't understand why it's specifically that ring, since Juste never uses punches, I do appreciate a more niche reference.)

Hey guys. Remember how fun it was to play Portait of Ruin and having to protect Charlotte for 20 seconds as she casts her plot-solving spells? This is Sekhmet's role in the fight. A sitting duck who tries, for half an hour of real time, to absorb Sun Thundercat's Sekhmet soul to weaken her, while Richter sometimes goes to cool her down with his ice powers. For a goddess, she is quite weak. And I would dearly love for someone to come here and explain to me what the fuck was that monster that Annette fought for the entirety of the finale in the spirit world. And, in the meantime, Alucard and Olrox fight Drolta, with the weird implication that the latter is stronger than Dracula's son since he's much more successful at keeping her down (and that they met once, because we like making fans speculating). Again, I need to stress out: the heroes do nothing of importance until the plot lets them win.

And then this happens.

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alright. So, memes are in order.

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But I think it's time to talk about rewrites, right?

Sun Thundercat's death feels not just pathetic, but spiteful. Compare it with other deaths: Dracula cried that he was killing his boy and let himself be impaled, Carmilla exploded herself to not allow Isaac to claim a victory, Lenore sunned herself because her life got a little more uncomfortable. They are undignified deaths, but they are at the very least graceful. We are meant to feel something for them. Sun Thundercat has an utterly pathetic breakdown, and then she's randomly betrayed by Drolta, who cements herself as the Real Big Bad.

No one liked her. Erzsebet Bathory has been, from day one, derided as a flat, cartoonish villain with a stupid plan. Her design is ridiculous, her personality never goes beyond "smug wannabe goddess", and her only power is being invincible. She is boring, and always has been. But Drolta? Oh, Drolta was cool. Nevermind that in S1 she also had the depth of a piece of paper. Everyone loved her many designs, everyone thirsted over her BDSM get up, everyone thought she was a huge badass in fight. So, what did they do? Give her a whole backstory and kick her upwards to the role of the true puppetteer who was in control the whole time :) basically, they gave her the Isaac in S3 treatment.

yeet, you waste of screentime

And in the meantime, I'm here left asking two questions. One, why didn't Drolta absorb Sekhmet's soul from the get go, instead of wasting so much time finding the right vessel and killing countless women? She had no hesitation trying it now.

And two... why did we spend so much time with Sun Thundercat? What was the point of hyping her up as this great figure, much more terrifying than Dracula, only for this to happen? This isn't cathartic. This isn't fun.

Sun Thundercat is a pathetic villain, by far the worst in the series, even more wasted than Carmilla, with less feats on her belt than everyone combined despite the hype. And they didn't even try to fix her. Instead of making her a better character, they doubled down on her being flat and then pulled a bait and switch for fanservice purposes. Drolta is probably the most inoffensive villain in the series since Dracula, but that doesn't erase the sloppy, disingenuous writing.

She doesn't put much of a better fight, either. Now Alucard joins Richter in their epic team up, because of course. And I'm going to sound like a Classic purist, but I am sick and tired of the shows ignoring the Vampire Killer. Why in the fuck is Richter fighting Drolta with magic punches? Didn't Dracula mock Trevor for that? You have a consecrated whip, you imbecile!

oh, then they redo the same scene they did with Sun Thundercat, with Sekhmet being all angery that Drolta defiled her, Drolta sobbing and whimpering that she did everything for her, and the two engaging in some sort of Avatar spiritual fight that makes Annette's eyeballs explode or some shit.

Btw, gotta love this epic reference to Sonic '06:

I don't think you will live anywhere if you don't let her do her thing, genius.

I could be generous and think that he's so attached because he doesn't want to lose another person. I like some details here, like Richter using his ice magic to embrace Annette's searing body. It's just. I don't buy this romance's foundations, because S1 fumbled so bad. Alucard says that Annette laughs at Richter's jokes, and debates his ideas, which means that she loves him, but is that really enough for him to declare that she's more important than the world he swore to protect? Also, why does Annette like him back? Because he constantly tries to protect her, even though that should piss her off according to her S1 personality?

btw

shut up you cunt

Speaking of the cunt, Richter kills Drolta by using Alucard's sword infused with ice magic. No, I have no clue why it works except anime logic. The Vampire Killer can go fuck itself. yay. To top it all off, Richter is surprisingly chill when he spots Olrox, even calmly echoing his promise of "killing him one day, but not today". hey, remember how Richter used to suffer from PTSD over his mom's murder and panicked at Olrox' presence? remember how Olrox was built up to be this msyterious, charismatic figure with his own agenda and plans for the little Belmont? guess that's another tease for S3!

The ending feels like a fusion of the one of OG S2 and S4. Richter and Annette pull a whole Trepha and abandon Maria to her own grief. Nice job guys! She is still crying for her parents but you just have to bone in private, I suppose! So much for muh family! Well, at least Maria will hang out with her new grandpa and Alucard, who...

ah. mhh. well. This is bound to be very funny lol.

(btw, it's perfectly fine for a 16 yo to crush on an older man lol. We'll just have to see what said older man will do with it.)

Oh, Edouard! I forgot about him because he was nothing more than a jukebox: his only character development is that his extra hands move away from his face, maybe because he's no longer ashamed of himself. Well, he's coming to Saint Domingue too with Annette and Richter! Yes, as a Night Creature. Annette simply says "the people there have had worse nightmares than you" and the matter is settled. Hey, remember when she felt guilty for being the cause of his fate? Remember when she was this close to mercy killing him? It doesn't matter anymore! Yay, just like Dracula and Lisa! Conflict is for those who are sure they're going to get a next season!

And while Richter and Annette kiss and are all cute and everyone is happy, I'm left wondering who was the true protagonist of this season. Richter? No, he did fuck all until the end. Annette? Same. Alucard? He could have vanished in E1. Maria? She got a lot of focus, but ultimately irrelevant to the main conflict. Juste? Tera? Mizrak? Olrox? Don't make me laugh.

Drolta, then? The season took the time to give us her backstory to explain how she got here. She stole the mummy, which is what caused the final fight. And that's it. Once again, I feel the need to use Carmilla as a comparison: she was the true star of the OG S2, because she was the only character in both plotlines to actively do something, and she acted throughout the whole season, even if in the end she didn't get what she wanted. What is this season even about? How do you summarize it? Why is it so rushed and confusing? Why did they try so much and muddle every theme they could have tackled, like the effect of vampirism on your soul, or the dark path grief can take you, or finding a new family?

and oh right. the shadowy figure that seems interested in maria and tera. i don't even know. we'll see in s3 i guess. which will happen, since this season has currently a 100% on Rotten Tomatoes because it is considered peak fiction.

anyway,

#anti netflixvania #beev watches nocturne #long post #i'm tired chief #i need to replay rob #Youtube

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aparticularbandit · 13 days ago

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more thl true ending rambling beneath the cut.

i don't want to call this negativity, although i'm sure it can be read that way. i'm just grappling with the things and what the game is trying to say and idk if it's frustrations or what.

the other thing i really should be going back to is just how often takumi and other characters in the true end bring up that they are not the heroes in this story.

they aren't. they KNOW they aren't.

but the true end maintains that. and has them hold to that. the true end is NOT the end where they decide hm, maybe xenocide is bad idea and killing all of the native people of this planet to save humanity isn't something we should do.

the true end is the one where they still side with humanity to kill all of the futurans and only change from that once literally all of humanity is dead. and they remark on how that's wrong. and they feel bad about it. and they doubt their decision. but that's still their decision.

and then they get so mad at v'ehxness for sending the missile of undying flames at the artificial satellite and killing all of humanity.

i sat there just, you guys were going to do the same thing to the futurans. you are literally still on a path to do this to the futurans. do you get that? you get that, right?

and even v'ehxness herself brings this up! you were going to do this to me and my people. i just did it to you and yours faster.

and the thing is that in the rebellion route, when they decide maybe let's not commit xenocide, humanity decides to crash the artificial satellite into futurum and cause massive damage and make the war worse on the ground because hey, all of the commanders are dead, which means we can hit and kill everyone else without the special defense unit.

the surviving fighters can join with the leader of the rebellion - the daughter of the commander they arguably treated the worst (eva, you deserved better, you did not deserve all of the brainwashing, and you can argue that's mostly sirei and the will of humanity, but none of the fighters stopped him (and he brainwashed the ones who tried to befriend her before he brainwashed her because that was the will of humanity))—

if the leader of the rebellion stays alive, the war finally reaches peace after fifteen years, but futurum is unsteady because the fighters killed their leader (v'ehxness is a tyrant trying to become god, but killing her still leaves a power vacuum right when humanity crash lands into the planet) and this is only possible if takumi allows nozomi to die, so it still comes off as a bad ending. if nozomi lives, then she teaches a school for futurans while their civil war and the war with humanity continues.

whether nozomi's rejection symptoms kill her or her cryptoglobin just fades away depends on which ending you're on, by which i mean, the only reason nozomi even survives when everyone else dies is because for some reason on that timeline, her cryptoglobin fades away and deprives her of the ability to fight instead of her rejection symptoms come back and she dies.

and nozomi wants to live or die with everyone else if they live or die and that choice does not matter, she still lives when everyone else - including takumi - dies.

and even in that final battle, even if you destroy all of the missiles, it literally will not let you send any of the characters to attack the defense system until everyone else is dead and only takumi is left. i know this because i had hiruko take out the missiles (takumi took out maybe one?) and only a handful of them were dead and it would not let me. everyone did not have to die! but the game mechanics forced me, the player, to have to wait until everyone else was dead!

and i don't know what to do with all of this.

i don't know what to do with seeing the stories in these truth routes and seeing the possible ways thay maybe, like nozomi says, there actually are ways to a peaceful end, except that the game wants them to believe that the futurans hate humanity so much that they'll wipe them out just for starting the war, so no matter what you do, one side will get wiped out, but also the player knows from the rebellion route that this isn't the case. that there can be a peaceful end!

you just aren't allowed to achieve it in a way that takumi likes because nozomi's dead.

because her rejection symptoms acted up.

except in the true end she just gets better on her own.

(of course, v'ehxness also blew herself up in the rebellion end, which is why nozomi could be saved by sacrificing kamyuhn, but that's not the point.)

and all of this sounds like complaining like i don't like the game, and that's not it. i'm just. trying to grapple. with all the things. that is supposed to be the true end.

because i'm frustrated.

because i don't like it.

because yeah, it's a tragedy, but it doesn't have to be.

because even that last scene with nozomi and the futurans deciding to accept her instead of fight her proves the point which is the theme of nobody really wants to fight, they just want peace, but like.

-gestures wildly-

i don't know what to do with all of this.

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