#i'm pretty sure that's biologically nonsensical

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

*these are both morphs they gain then lose during Sario Rips — commenters on the last poll suggested to adding them back in

[blueteller]

Do you have more character analysis on og!Cale and how his relationships are with the other characters? Before and after transmigrating

Well, I'd love to, but..... here's the thing. For all the hype about OG Cale – and I'm definitely a member of that crowd, don't get me wrong – there isn't actualy... much about him. That is actually canon, I mean.

In fact, despite being one of the most popular characters in the fandom, OG Cale is only present in the novel for less than three full chapters in total (655-657), and all of them are spent mostly discussing how the war in the TBOAH timeline went down, not OG Cale's personal relationships.

Everything we know is all told through KRS!Cale perspective, who mostly just makes guesses and some pretty inaccurate assumptions. Sure, there was some stuff on how OG Cale treated his family in the TBOAH novels; but because "Nelan Barrow" did not really know the actual reason behind OG Cale choosing to act like trash... It's all extremely vague.

Nelan Barrow goes like: "OG Cale yelled at his servants yet never actually hit any of them, respected his father but kept distance from his family, and the closest person to a father figure he had was Ron Molan whom he treated like a human being". And that was basically everything, without any context added.

Ron had all of one flashback about OG Cale comforting his father after Jour's funeral. No explanation about Deruth's second marriage, about Basen – not even that they're not biologically related! OG Cale himself stated that "no matter how hard he tried to act like trash, they wouldn't kick him out", so that means the whole Henituse family did love OG Cale unconditionally. And also Ron and Beacrox were visibly quite tired of his nonsense by the time Cale transmigrated. But beyond that...

Well, to be fair, there were some minor characters sprinkled here and there who had a connection to OG Cale, before KRS!Cale got to meet them. There was Hans the butler, who was kind of scared of OG Cale... before he loosened up completely around KRS!Cale. And also there was the Eric Wheelsman, Gilbert Chetter and Amiru Ubarr trio; who were OG Cale's childhood friends because of their connection as North Eastern nobles. There was also the unnamed niece/OG Cale's reincarnated mom, and some Korean characters came up in the extras. They're all great characters, but... all of their relationships with OG Cale were exactly as one might expect: they're confused by OG Cale, yet overall like him (because for all the "trash personna" he did, OG Cale was never actually a bad person).

...Not much left to be said here.

And regarding the 20 years of war in the TBOAH timeline... OG Cale could be a biased narrator like Cale himself, but it sounded like he wasn't really anyone super important. He saw the confrontation between Choi Han and the White Star from the sidelines, not as someone close to the "main hero". He was just a soldier in the background of the battlefield. I doubt he talked to Choi Han even once.

Look, overall, most of OG Cale's relationships can be deduced or estimated from context – like the fact that despite his terrible reputation, no one who knew him actually hated him all that much – but in true canon, there's nothing much going on regarding his bonds with anyone aside his family. Yes, we can headcanon all kinds of drama based on Choi Han's violent actions in the beginning of TBOAH, followed by him leaving with both Ron and Beacrox without them saying goodbye to OG Cale... But that's all fan theories. In the TCF novel, OG Cale is a complete mystery for over 600 chapters.

...Which is probably why fans are so obsessed with him. Fleshing out OG Cale's character is super fun. No wonder there are so many Twin AUs, hahaha!

[camillomea]

Okayyyy. I'm not sure but here is the first episode. Write your thoughts in the comments and try not to like the stupidity of the bat kids too much. I hope you like it. Enjoy reading.

Tim was working out in the cave, stretching his body on the balance beam. He was stretching his body, swinging it back and forth, being careful not to strain his body too much. His arms were stronger than the girl in my body due to the constant loss of abilities. Short-term loss of sensation was very difficult for him, so he did not receive much comment from the others. A few times, the others had asked B why he was working with a disabled person like him. B had reacted very harshly to this and silenced him. *At least they didn't say it to my face* he thought.

Only Cass and he were on good terms. After Bruce came back from being thought dead, the two of them got closer. Even though she knew that he was her biological father, she had not forgiven him for what he had done. Now, things were better between them. She had forgiven him and had settled into the mansion completely. Since they had returned to Gotham, she had focused on living her life healthier, helping them more via the computer rather than going on patrol.

She was in the field 3 days a week, and spent 3 days on the computer. One day was her day off. This worked out pretty well for everyone. Sometimes he was even better at it than Barbara. In emergencies, even on his day off, if it wasn't one of his bad days, he would go to her for support or provide support via computer. He had improved his fighting power considerably when he went abroad. Even though Ra refused to be his heir, he enjoyed training him and spent time with him. It felt like having a creepy grandfather.

The only people in the bats who knew this for sure were Bcass and Alfred. The other siblings had started to treat him more normally lately. They had become quite impressed with him, especially since he had switched to the computer. But he wouldn't treat someone who said those things to him and didn't even feel the need to apologize as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't like all their stupidity had stopped. Tim had completely stopped trying to fix it after hearing that comment. They were just his father's children to him. He had nothing to do with them. He was focusing on his family instead of dealing with their nonsense. He was working out when he heard voices coming from the stairs. A voice said "Are you here already, sub. How long have you been here?" Tim didn't look at that, but said emotionlessly "regular training makes my body better." Jason mumbled "What's the point of living?" Tim rolled his eyes, it wasn't even worth the trouble. He had decided to focus on his own life instead of caring about what others thought. It was making his life a lot easier. He reached for the climbing rope and used it to climb down. He ignored Jason and went to the corner and used the towel to wipe his sweat. His muscles ached, but it was a pleasant pain. It wasn't the extreme pain he had during one of his seizures.

Jason was watching him with his arms crossed. There was an expression on his face he couldn't understand. Tim said "What do you want hood" telepathically. Jason said "You're acting weird lately" telepathically. Tim narrowed his eyes at him *I just stopped caring about your existence. I realized how useless it is to care about someone who can't even treat me properly* he said telepathically. Jason asked *what changed* telepathically. Tim didn't answer. He completely ignored him. Jason said "answer me, substitute". Tim said "I don't have to" expressionlessly. Jason asked "are you really his biological son? Why didn't you act like one back then?" Tim said "Because I didn't trust him because of what he did to me it took me a long time to trust and believe him".

Jason grumbled "What could he have done". Tim didn't feel the need to answer. He went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. He changed his clothes. When he came out Jason was waiting for him. Tim went upstairs and went to the kitchen. Alfred was there "young master are you done with your training?" Tim said "physical training yes alfred. I'll get to part two in a minute. But first I wanted a hot chocolate".

Alfred said "Sit down, I'll make you some hot chocolate. I already made your favorite cookies". Tim smiled widely "Thank you Alfred. Good job" he said and sat down. Jason had come too "Are there any cookies Alfie?" he asked. He sat down next to Tim. Tim didn't even bother to look at him. Alfred said "Yes young master I just took them out of the oven" as he started making hot chocolate. Jason said "Good job Alfie". Alfred smiled then asked "How was your vacation?" Tim smiled "Fun. We were with Kon with the others. His brother is super cool" Alfred said "Oh I heard from Martha that he has a new grandson but he hasn't met him yet" Tim said "Oh well yeah. Lex didn't know about him that long ago. Kon is pretty surprised that his grandparents call him their grandson even though they are not related but he hasn't met anyone else besides us yet. He'll introduce them soon" he said. Bruce said "I'll have a long talk with Lex about not talking about his child anyway" he said as he entered the kitchen. He ruffled Jason's hair and said "How was your day". Jason was confused. Tim said "Oliver queen and b went to the same school as old friends". Jason mumbled "Now that makes sense".

Tim groaned "School went well a little busy but fun. Lots of homework" Bruce laughed and ruffled his hair "You're doing a great job Timmy" he said. Tim smiled widely. Jason said "Your son doesn't feel the need to answer my problems" Tim rolled his eyes. Bruce asked "What happened" Jason said "I asked him about his behavior lately. He ignored me" Bruce looked at Tim as if he was asking.

Tim said telepathically *I heard what they said to you. About why you kept me" Bruce's eyes healed "Timmy" he started to say. But Tim shook his head. Alfred's eyebrows were furrowed. "May I know what that sentence means exactly, young master?" he asked. Jason felt a chill run down his neck. He didn't know what Tim had said to them.

But he could tell from both B and Alfred's change of expression that he was in trouble. Tim remained silent. Alfred's gaze was focused on Jason. "I guess we need to have a long talk later," he said. Tim said. "I'm fine, I realized that there's no point in you caring about them, so I'm focusing on my family instead. The ones who really care about me." Jason flinched. Alfred said. "I understand, young master, you're absolutely right about that. We've talked about this before." Tim remained silent. Alfred took out a large cat-shaped mug in front of him and filled it with hot chocolate, placing it in front of Tim. Then he placed a cookie in front of him. Tim mumbled a thank you, then took the mug and started drinking the hot chocolate.

[beanzwrites]

│Chapter One│

│Human! Alastor x Reader│

Ⓢⓨⓝⓞⓟⓢⓘⓢ: Alastor offers (Y/n) a job, and though they are hesitant, they accept.

Ⓝⓞⓣⓔⓢ: The reader is indicated to be biologically female as they will face certain challenges throughout this story due to the time period. Characters set in this will refer to the reader as she, but for the most part, it will be gender neutral. This is written to be platonic but will remain ambiguous. There may be inaccuracies to the time frame. This series may and will contain things such as sexism, classism, gender dysphoria, bullying, mentions of religion, and gore. Please read at your own risk.

〣Previous Part 〣

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"Alastor. Charmed to meet you! I must say, this is an awful lot of stuff you have here. Mind if I ask what you are doing?" The man speaks with glee.

(Y/n) notes a shine in his eyes they couldn't quite decipher, and a feeling of uncertainty washes over them. Very few people have shown interest towards them willingly, as the locals have made sure to blacklist them due to their unorthodox behavior, and (Y/n) mentally barricades themself for where this interaction will lead to. Surely, it won't end well.

"Just working on an assignment," (Y/n) replies, cautiously watching as the man permits himself to sit at the table.

"One for learning then! What does one such as yourself want to be?" Alastor hums, looking over the covered surface with curiosity.

"I'm currently enrolled for journalism. Nothing too grand..."

"I see, I see. Do tell about this fascination you have with the Bayou Killer then? Surely, the college doesn't speak of such things in a mere literacy class," Alastor casually remarks as he takes up one of the cut-out articles that (Y/n) made notes on in his hand, "My, what interesting theories you have! Do you really think this murderer has a vendetta against ill-willed men?"

"That's none of your concern," (Y/n) snaps as they tear their work away from the stranger's hold. The man's smile twitches slightly, his stare intensifying on them for a moment. (Y/n) would've been intimated if it weren't for the immediate regret they felt pull at their heart. Alastor's arms fall into his lap, and the grin he wore before falls as he leans back. Were they truly so standoffish as Joanne claims?

"I apologize..." (Y/n) sighs out, "That was rude of me, and though I cannot excuse my terrible behavior, it's been an off day for me. Please pardon my actions."

"That's quite alright, my dear. I've had a few days in the ditch myself, but my mother always told me that if you want something to happen, act as if you already have it," Alastor reflects with the wiggle of his finger. "Nothing a little music can't help either! Instead of working one's finger to the bone, why don't you come dance with me?"

"That's very kind of you, but you wouldn't want to dance with me."

"Nonsense! If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have asked."

"If you want to go home with a broken toe, then by all means."

"How farcical of you," Alastor laughs, "I'd like to see you try!"

Alastor's temperament returns back to a mirthful one such as before, an ever-growing smile etched on his lips and waggish gleam casting from his eyes. His slim fingers tap against the glass he brought with him from the bar, sipping from the alcoholic beverage periodically as his gaze drifts over to the bustling scene of the dancefloor. (Y/n) watches too, as pretty girls with short furling dresses and babydoll curls gather with their friends to dance with boys who bought them one to many drinks. The laughter that bounces throughout the building suddenly becomes too much for (Y/n), and though Alastor sat just beside them, a staggering loneliness weighs heavy on them.

"Please don't let me keep you," (Y/n) mutters, returning their focus back on the papers laid out in front of them. Not like they had the motivation to work now, but it was the only thing that would keep their mind from wandering too far. Scribbling away once more, (Y/n) couldn't help but to be curious of a soft creaking coming closer to their side, and peek over to see Alastor's watchful regard reading over their writing. "What are you doing?"

"Mere curiosity is all, sweet. You need it in my line of work, but I suppose you would understand where I'm coming from, wouldn't you?"

"It's not my job to be curious, I just simply am."

"Is that so?" Alastor asks with a raise of his brow, "I would've assumed a clever woman such as yourself would have a high standing occupation to go with her wit."

"And that would be a first for me being called clever instead of imprudent," (Y/n) laughs, "Sadly, your assumption is mistaken. I guess people just don't see anything else besides my gender. I can't be smart like a man nor curious like a man can. How lucky for you."

"I could care less," Alastor answers, "All that matters is that I see potential, a potential I can guide."

"What could I possibly give you that won't bite you in retaliation?"

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" He grins somewhat diabolically, "What could society possibly say about you that would bring down the best radio host in city? Trust me, you aren't the only one who's name escapes disquieting tongues. From one interesting person to another, I persist that we join forces. Come work with me at that radio station."

"You come off awfully fast. I don't even know you!"

"You can't race time, but you can be quick with it! You need a job, do you not?"

"I'll think about it," (Y/n) remarks, "I'm still in school after all. I will have to see when and if my schedule permits it. You cannot control time either, you know?"

"I understand completely, my dear! Take all the time you need. My radio isn't going anywhere if I can help it!"

"There you are!" The familiar sound of (Y/n)'s mother calls out over the live music. The fringes of their mother's dress shine under the fluorescents like gold as she walks over to the table, an ecstatic red painted smile expressing how she felt. She looked absolutely stunning, (Y/n) thought. Her aging has always been graceful, like that of fine silk, and a small sense of pride fills them as they think back on Mimzy's praise. (Y/n) never saw themself as beautiful, always opting to hide away from attention as much as they could, but the similarities they had with their mother was something they always liked. "I was worried that you didn't show up."

"I would never disobey you, Ma." (Y/n) comments as their mother sits across from Alastor.

"I see you've made a friend!" Their mom's eyes twinkle as her attentiveness casts over to the man, "I'm Lorraine, (Y/n)'s mother. Pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine!" Alastor greets, "I must say, what an excellent performance you put on earlier! I suppose talent runs in the family?"

(Y/n)'s mother surveys him quizzically, pursing her lips in thought, before her eyes brighten.

"Did (Y/n) let you read her writings? Marvelous, isn't it? I don't know where she got her smarts from, but it surely wasn't me! I have to say though, she normally doesn't get along quick with strangers. What did you do to be so special?"

(Y/n)'s cheeks heat slightly as their mother peeks at them, a smirk on her face. They quickly collect their papers with a pout, glaring from the eulogize words their mom practically sang. "Don't call yourself dumb, Ma. You are anything but," (Y/n) grumbles, "The only reason Mister Alastor here read anything is because he allowed himself to without permission."

"You wound me!" Alastor cries, clasping his suit where his heart should be, "Your work merely fascinates me is all. I offered them a job, you know?"

"Really?" Lorraine exclaims with a gasp, "Oh, (Y/n)! That's wonderful! What will she be doing?"

"Helping me write manuscripts for my broadcast. If she says yes, that is."

"You must say yes, sweetheart! This is a miracle to you from God!" (Y/n)'s mother pleads as she take her child's hands in hers. "It may not be exactly what you want, but you've been given a chance."

"I've been called many things in my life, but God is a first." Alastor bombinates with a tilt of his head.

"Oh! My apologize, Mister Alastor!" their mom remarks, "Thank you for seeing good in my daughter!"

"Why do I feel like I don't have a choice here?" (Y/n) mutters, watching the two adults go back and forth in chatter. Their mother, charismatic as ever, goes off on a tangent about (Y/n)'s greatest strengths that could be useful in the workplace. Her face beams with absolute gratitude and support; it makes (Y/n) feel off about their previous cumbersome comments. Alastor nods along with their mother's insistent information, his head leaning casually against his closed fist.

A sense of mystery surrounds this man, (Y/n) notes cautiously. Though his demeaner was nothing short of friendly, his eyes held unknown intent. The edge of his smile quirks slightly as he continues listening to their mother, but the tapping of his foot shows a sense of urgency. (Y/n) continues observing the stranger, even when his eyes connect with theirs.

All their life, no one besides their mother showed such fervent interest in their activities. On many occasions, they were told that their insistence on bountiful knowledge would only lead them to be fruitless. No one in this city would've told this man good things about their progressive exertion, and it only made (Y/n) want to build up their walls even higher. Their mother wasn't oblivious to people's intentions and wickedness, however. She's had her fair share of snakes, and she knows when to spot one, even with her honey-like spirit. It caused a sense of unsureness within (Y/n)'s own perception; were the things that they heeded true, or was there an underlining of their insecurities seeping through? If their mother didn't raise any alarm of what she thought of Alastor, why should they?

"Can I help you with something?" Alastor calmly asks as his stare bores into (Y/n)'s.

"I was just wondering..." (Y/n) declares, "When would you like me to start?"

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(Y/n) vigorously taps their pencil against the desk, eyes glued to the hands ticking by on the clock above the professor's head. Time surely was testing (Y/n)'s patience today, as their history teacher had brought her lecture to a closing a few minutes ago, and opted the students to work on anything that needed to get done before it was officially time to leave. (Y/n), diligent as ever, made sure to be on top of their class assignments. There was really no reason for them to stay in class; however, the anxiety that bubbled underneath their skin prompted them to linger a little longer.

Very few students remain in the room, most taking the free time as a way of escape from their responsibilities. Though some moil over their own homework in silence, others gathered together leisurely in gossip. The boisterous laughter buzzed uncomfortably in (Y/n)'s ears like that of an unreachable itch, but the loudness of their own head distracted them more so.

With persistent persuasion from their mother after the encounter with Alastor, (Y/n) requested to start at the station the beginning of the upcoming week. The weekend went by before they could even process what they had accepted, and now that the afternoon of their first shift has presented itself in a cloudy manner, (Y/n)'s doubt sprouted in a messy briar of potency. But, the distraction of their own loathing couldn't even be dealt with in peace.

A sharp pain warms the back of (Y/n)'s head with great vehemence, as a strand of their hair is tugged on in an arbitrary manner. The audible hiss that escapes through their teeth causes an eruption of cackles behind them. (Y/n) swiftly turns to the obnoxious noise, icy vexation carrying their stare. Donald Raslo, a boy with slick auburn locks and a smile that would gain any clueless woman's trust, eyes (Y/n) with a look they could only describe as vile. His teeth tug at his bottom lip mischievously, hazel orbs casting over their body. An involuntary shutter of disgust travels down their spine as their fellow classmate reaches over to grab at their hair again.

"Don't touch me," (Y/n) growls in absolute rancor.

"I'm surprised you haven't just shaved it all off yet," Donald simply replies with a maniacal grin. "You know, since you want to be a man so bad."

"You are pathetic," (Y/n) responds coolly as they turn back in their seat to quickly gather their things. Another agonizing pull forces their head back as Donald watches from behind his thin-framed glasses.

"It's all just fun and games!" Donald chuckles, as if his insults were anything but cruel, "You get defensive so quickly. Relax a little, doll."

"What do you want?" (Y/n) bluntly asks, jerking the strand away that Donald curled with his finger.

"I was wondering if you would go to the dance with me. I've wanted to ask for a while now."

A scowl morphs onto (Y/n)'s face, and they rise from their sit. Anger boils throughout their body, their nails involuntarily digging at their palms. Without another word to the boy, (Y/n) excuses themself to their teacher, and flounces out of the room. The heels on their feet become unbearably heavy as they stalk throughout the halls, visibly shaking as the distant feeling of Donald's hand through their hair burns at their scalp. (Y/n) wanted to scrub their head raw as their discomfort taunts them.

The world around them spins, and tears catch at the edge of their eyes. Deep huffs of air exhale from (Y/n) as they try to calm down. They despised themself for letting such childish behavior bring them into such a vulnerable state, but the tightness in their chest was excruciating.

Sometimes, they wished that they weren't so different.

The smell of freshly bloomed marigolds ground (Y/n) back to reality as they push open an exit door of the school. The sky basks in a slate blue, caressing the earth in a rare coolness of spring. The wetness on their cheeks startles them; they hadn't realized they were crying. Wiping their cheeks with the sleeve of their overcoat, they settle themself on the pavement steps gliding down into town. They stare blankly ahead, a fixed frown on their face.

(Y/n) never let the bullying affect them too much, convincing themself that the others were too callow for their own good. They taught themself at a very young age to stifle their insecurities, and eventually, people would just leave you alone. (Y/n) isn't an emotionless robot, however. As hardened as they try to appear, wounds that are consistently probed at never truly heal.

"(Y/n)?"Joanne, small and quiet in tone, carefully settles herself down by them, sun hat in her petite white-gloved hands. Her eyebrows arch together in worry and a deep frown sits on her usually cheerful face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," (Y/n) remarks as their eyes remain ahead. They subtly wipe at their cheeks again, letting out a deep sigh. "What do you need?"

"I wanted to apologize, for what I said to you before. It was very unbecoming of me. I'm sorry."

"Water under the bridge, Ann..."

"Good," Joanne says after a moment, "I couldn't live with my best friend being upset with me."

"I'm not petty by any means. The most I would've done is never talk to you again," (Y/n) snorts.

"You call that not being petty?" Joanne laughs, "You and I have different morals on what that looks like then! Seriously though, are we alright?"

"We will be, (Y/n) replies, "There's still a lot I have to think on."

"I understand... I heard that Donald asked you to the dance. You rejected him."

"I'm guessing he told you that. I'm still not accepting his offer, if that is why you are truly out here."

"I won't pressure you into dating someone you don't like. I know my fair share in that," Joanne reflects as she pinches at the fabric of her skirt delicately, "Will you at least think about going still? Even if you go alone, I'll be happy that you're there."

"You know I don't do good at socializing," (Y/n) answers, "It's best if I just stick to myself."

"Could I maybe convince you over coffee? The cafe should still be open."

"I won't be able to today. I have plans already," (Y/n) acknowledges as they stand. Casting their gaze over to the girl, a smirk cracks onto their solemn expression. "I might take you up on the offer at a later date though. Our last get-together ended kind of sour, after all."

"Sure, but why the sudden leave?" Joanne questions as she stands herself.

"I got a job."

"Oh, (Y/n)! That's wonderful!" Joanne exclaims as she races to hug her friend. "Mind if I ask where?"

"A local radio station," (Y/n) simply remarks, rigidly patting Joanne on the back. Their friend pulls away soon after, hands firmly holding their shoulders and a big grin on her face.

"How long have been working there? Is that why you haven't been around?"

"Not exactly... I've been helping my Mom with her new job after my classes. That's where I met my boss actually; I start today."

"You'll have to tell me all of the details later! Promise you will!"

"I promise... Can you let me go now?"

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Wheels squeal to life as the bus (Y/n) took to the far edge of town starts up again. The ground beneath them rumbles as the trolley continues back to civilization, and (Y/n) begins to venture across the street where the treeline of the marsh begins.

A dirt road trails off into the forest, a black tin mailbox posted alongside it. Glancing at the scrapped piece of paper in their hands, (Y/n) read over the address Alastor hastily wrote down for them a few days before, and confirm this was the driveway to the radio station.

Leaves, thick like smoke, hover over (Y/n) in shadowed agglomerations, and sweat begins to bead across their forehead as the coolness of the day begins to heat up once more. The muggy atmosphere felt almost suffocating, but they continued onwards with tenacious intent. Though anxiety still roared within their heart in fast palpitations, they'd be damned to show up late.

The forest rang with muffled silence, the chirping of crickets seeming to echo but a distance. (Y/n) follows along the wooden fence that barricaded the road from the woodland's depths, and soon enough, a scrupulous house and rustic barn are revealed as the narrow path opens up into a field.

As (Y/n) walks up to the porch, confusion entwines in their thoughts as they quickly notice how vacant this station seemed to be. They knock on the screen door and wait a few moments with furrowed brows.

Where was everybody?

"There you are, dear!" The charismatic voice of Alastor discloses his presence, his never-changing smile lining his pearly whites with thin lines. "I hope your travels gave you no trouble."

"Your station is a long ways from the city. I almost thought I got off at the wrong place. Where are the others?" (Y/n) asks curiously as they walk down to meet him.

"The others?" Alastor questions.

"Surely you don't do everything yourself? Where are your other employees?"

"I don't need a whole group to do tasks I'm perfectly capable of doing myself," Alastor comments as he leads (Y/n) towards the barn with his hand on their upper back. "I will say though, I'm ecstatic to see how you work. I sure do hope you do not disappoint me."

"Me either..." (Y/n) mutters, malaise injecting itself once again into their nerves.

As they enter, (Y/n) notices rather quickly that this isn't a typical barn house, but instead, it has been renovated in Alastor's image. The area was spacious and quaint, organized in a way that aligned with Alastor's schedule. Sound panels lined the wall, a table adjacent to them equipped with a microphone and headphones. Paper cabinets were stationed in the far corner and a cork board pinned with different notes and articles hung above them. A lounge area was arranged near the center, couches patterned with red and black circling a low rising coffee table. Along with the dim bulb lanterns that dropped from the ceiling, the atmosphere was quite cozy.

"This isn't what I was expecting," (Y/n) honestly reports, watching as Alastor casually sits on one of the sofas. "I was imagining a more... Claustrophobic environment to say the least."

"Oh, Heaven's no. I need my space to work," Alastor replies with a soft scoff. (Y/n) felt somewhat small compared to Alastor, his confidence burning like a rapid flame to wind. His knowledge on the world, though ostensibly coming off as arrogant at times, seemed to be too far-reached for the likes of (Y/n). However, a small spark of aspiration lit their need to learn, and a smaller part of them also hoped that Alastor would be patient in his teachings. Yet, (Y/n) also couldn't help but to remain cautious of this man's intentions. His ambitions towards them still remain unclear, and that caused an uncomfortable grip of fear on their heart.

"I'm still not fully sure on why you were insistent that I work for you. What can I do that someone else can't? You said it yourself you can manage perfectly fine on your own. I'm just curious on why," (Y/n) says, hesitantly walking further inside with their bag strap in a deathly grip.

"I've told you before," Alastor remarks in a deep timbered hum, his eye blown out and unwavering as he stares at them. "I want to experiment with your mind. See your ticks and how it responds to certain circumstances. I did my research more than you realize, sweet."

"You purposely sought me out because of gossip? You do realize you are feeding into a media man's stereotype, yes?"

"I never said I believed it! It is my job and passion, however, to create my own hypotheses. If it makes you feel any better, I do find that brain of yours quite fascinating so far."

"I don't really know what to say to that..."

"Let's make a deal then, shall we?" Alastor compels, "I'll let you cover any topic your heart desires while you work under me, and with the condition that you can leave at any time, I get to observe and test you in any way I please."

"And what makes you think I won't walk out of here right now? How can I guarantee you won't use anything against me?" (Y/n) tests with a grimace, hating the slight amusement they found in this position. They took pride in the work they do, knowing that every advantage they can access to achieve the truth should never be taken for granted. On the other hand, they despised needless societal gossip. Being on the receiving end of undeserved hate, they fully understand the need for veracity. Though, they don't fully commend Alastor at this point, the opportunity to disassemble the lies built in New Orleans overweighed any possible hesitations.

"You can't guarantee anything and I won't say if I will or if I won't. I know you won't walk away though," Alastor chuckles, "You are just like me; you won't turn down the possibility of destroying another."

"Is that so?" (Y/n) hisses out, a tempestuous glare keeping up with the puckish one their new boss held with them. "What do we start on first then?"

"Sit, dear." Alastor's smile widens as he gestures to the other couch, "We have much to discuss."

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[altocat]

plot twist: they gave Vincent cat pupils like only one other character in the entire fucking series lmao

Hhhh that would be THE golden bullet to confirm the paternity theory.

...But I think it's unlikely. Sephiroth's cat eyes come from Jenova, not Chaos or whatever graveyard smash nonsense got shoved into poor Vincent.

Do I think they're holding off on Vincent's face reveal strictly because he bears a resemblance to Seph? Honestly, 50-50. It would be a pretty big deal, with huge shockwaves across the fandom. Which is why I'm sure it's just going to be something else. I make personal headcanons and jokes about it, but Hojo is (currently) Sephiroth's official biological father. Which I'm fine with. So whether they change it or not, I'm cool with it.

........us not getting to see Vincent's face is super sus tho.

[lucksea]

ok i will write out some things ... i may come back to this and edit later but it's getting very late and i spent like an hour and a half writing this AND i dont want to forget about it in my drafts so ill post it once im done. god bless

SECTION ONE: PHYSIOLOGY

i mostly ascribe to the idea that ultras are quite adapted to the fact that they are made of light. it's usually easier to have physical bodies, and certainly they must be born into the world as such, but their true essence is shapeless. they can turn themselves into light, or humans, so it stands to reason they could probably turn into anything else, too, and just don't want to. they were born in a shape, and that's the shape they see as Themselves. the light is them, but not in the same way- they seem too materially involved. it's a temporary form, for utility, when their physical bodies aren't good enough. it should be noted that their ability to change size seems to be distinctly scientific, and not something that they can do naturally- the beta capsule technology implies this, but i feel like it's also implied in cosmos, when the human task force gets shrunk down, and thus when Cosmos appears, he is human-sized, which i assume is due to him having inadvertently been struck by the shrinking effect as well. (i guess one could say that he made himself smaller on purpose to fit in the building, but then he leaves the building, so i'm unconvinced. i say it's science. i'm aware that this contradicts something i've written involving zero making a human form, but i'm willing to go against my beliefs if it makes for a good story.)

all this to say, their biological makeup is thus very complicated, and i honestly have a few different ideas that i waffle between. if i want them to have internals, then i give them bones and things, muscles and organs. some of their organs work, and some of them are just leftover shapes in their guts. mouths and stomachs and genitals are included there (unless i want to write something that uses them). i figure the detailed specifics vary from bloodline to bloodline, or even from individual to individual. they evolved via intense magical radiation, after all, so there's bound to be a lot of weird nonsense going on with their internals if you were to actually take a look. they also canonically have organs we don't have, i'm pretty sure? i think it was stated somewhere that the reason they can fly is due to anti-gravity organs in their legs and feet, which is why the soles of their feet glow when they fly away. which is pretty cool. it would make more sense if those organs were somewhere in their core, though, considering an ultra can fly in any position and usually do so horizontally, not just standing upright in the air, which i don't think would work as well if it was just in their legs and feet. maybe they also have them in their arms or something. is that also how they fire beams? is it the same organ? can they fire beams from their feet? is that how Leo does his flaming kick thing? more research must be done on this.

as for their faces and things, i do think that in the reality of the world, they have stiff, unmoving mask faces, like the real suits do. i just think that's more interesting. i like how it's animated in Ultraman Rising especially, and think of it often. you can see his pupils quite clearly, and the way he moves carries a lot of expression, but his actual face is a solid plate. i love that! i love that the eyes just turn off, rather than close! it's so fascinating, and i definitely think that's true in my world, too. however, i am a cartoonist, and i like drawing silly faces, so i draw them with expressive ones anyways. i justify it by saying that ultras, speaking to each other, can just sort of tell the way each other is feeling, from their voices and the telepathic auras they carry. and so when ultras are speaking together, they may have a sort of mental image of the expression the other person might be making. but if i were to actually commit to this, and draw an ultra speaking to any other creature, i would give them a flat, inexpressive face. (this is partially why i draw tregear with no mouth, because i usually draw him interacting with ember. i also just draw him like that because i think it looks better. i dont know why. drawing him with a mouth feels wrong. i think it might be because for some reason i naturally draw his face similar to depth charge's, and i dont draw depth charge with a mouth? but now i'm getting off topic.)

also, i have the unique experience of being plural, and being friends with many other systems, so i've had some fascinating conversations with ultras that have given me plenty of other ideas. Zero in particular described their bodies as empty shells, keeping the light inside. their skin is sort of strange in that it's hard in some places, and malleable in others. it gets softer the more you move and stretch it, so an ultra's fingers would become more flexible than, say, the middle of their shin. but if they were to practice, they could theoretically bend their body in any sort of way (hence, why blazar can twist his spine like a screw). this is why they bleed light; they have no real internals. the light is their true form, and their bodies are like shells to keep them all together. this would also be an explanation for why they prefer physical forms- perhaps in their light-shape, they're more vulnerable, at risk of dissipating or something like that, so they only take it on occasionally. (that was not a question i asked him.) this idea makes injuries more complicated, but i would assume that simple pain is one reason why they're adverse to getting hurt, and also that it must still be hard to do things if your shell's been ripped open and you're leaking out everywhere, even if there were no bones inside to break.

(there is a very old poster showing ultraman's internals that implies he's some kind of massive cyborg with metal bones, and most interestingly, that his outer layer of skin is followed by an interior layer of skin, almost like he were wearing a suit. as far as i know, this is no longer canon, except in one the spinoff universes where they are literally people in suits. but it's still interesting. the bones made of spacium in particular. that would make seven's mangled leg an even more serious injury...)

on the topic overfeeling brought up of some people thinking the ultras can remove their armor, i just do not think that's true. it's part of their body. it's fused to their skin like a partial exoskeleton. you'd be ripping part of their bones off. don't do that.

as far as timers go, i think it's gone back and forth on whether they're natural or surgically added, and it might even depend on the planet, which is fascinating. i think i naturally lean toward them being more tied to their biology than a simple danger timer, and reacting to other things like emotions or outside stimuli, so i guess my usual answer is that they're born with their timers. it's just such a weird thing to have that i think the surgical aspect also makes plenty of sense. like, why would you need a lightbulb on your chest to tell you you're about to die? would you not just be able to feel yourself getting tired and hurting? can ultras, like, suppress those feelings somehow, leading to them needing an exterior reminder...? it's pretty clear that they do feel pain and get tired. i don't know! it's a very television-air-time trait, so i haven't quite decided the ways i want to rationalize it, i guess. like, even in showtime, allegro's timer is biological (although he's a clone and perhaps shouldn't count) while marize and lyle's were attached, which is why theirs are the same shade of blue. i do like that each ultra timer has their own distinct shape and sound effect if it's a surgical thing, though, because that means each soldier gets their own custom made timer, and i think that's cute. RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE!

now, i dont want to talk much about my opinions on their beams and the various materials theyre made out of, because i'm not a scientist and also because i dont think anyone ever bothers to think of it at all beyond what sounds cool. i have no idea how they can turn any number of made up materials into plasma and shoot it from various places in their hands and arms (and possibly feet). i'm not going to stand here and try to come up with a reason for it. zoffy can turn it into fighting lightning. SO CAN TREGEAR! they can shoot lightning at people like palpatine! that is not something i can speculate on. ultras can just do that. whatever manner of stuff they pull from the air and condense inside their bodies in order to weaponize is simply none of my business.

SECTION TWO: CULTURE + SPIRITUAL IDEAS + IT'S MIDNIGHT SO I START RAMBLING MORE

i must preface this with the fact that i am a white man and i have the capacity to say things that are stupid. i try not to, but it might happen anyways.

we dont know a lot about the way the Land of Light works, to say nothing of any of the other planets. i think it's stated somewhere that they do, in fact, have their own commerce and currency and jobs (i think maybe in 80? i havent watched that one yet...), and that there are A LOT of them, and only about a million or so in the defense force. so we're really quite disconnected with how things work on their home planet, which gives us a lot of liberties to think about how it might work.

in the tags of my earlier post i mentioned that i have some thoughts about how ultras might interact with life and death, especially after Hikari earns his marks for inventing a way to reverse death, which is how Ultraman is able to revive Hayata, and Zoffy the both of them, and probably how every other ultra is able to revive every other human. and i just want to make sure we all take a moment and think about how... baffling that is. if it were just something ultras could DO, that they had the innate ability to bring people back to life, that would be one thing. i would go "okay, sure, they're something like angels," and write something about how fascinating it would be that they choose to honor the dead anyways, when they are inherently deathless things. but no. this was a scientific achievement made by an individual, who went on to be so outraged and disgusted by its misuse that he left his planet entirely (and then watched a different planet die, which is pretty ironic in a sort of horrible way). i think that makes the ultras' concepts of death make so much more sense. namely that it's a concern to them at all. of course it is, because it's natural, and their ability to reverse it is unnatural. if someone were to die, the first response would be grief. only after that might you go "ah, but wait, i can fix it!" and although it never really happens, it is at least implied to be a little unreliable, or something like that. it seems like not everyone can always come back. maybe it doesn't work every time, or multiple times in a row on the same person. we dont know! but the fact that it exists at all, as a work of genius and not a natural ability, is really noteworthy to me. hikari INVENTED IMMORTALITY! isn't that fucking crazy? not to give zoffy grief for his own achievements, but he got star marks because he was a child soldier, and hikari got star marks because he made death obsolete. and i dont have any idea what melos got marks for at all. those just seem like such wildly different accomplishments. like yes zoffy fought in an incredibly important history-changing war when he was canonically, distinctly underage, and went on to become a very important figure because of it. but hikari figured out how to bring people back from the dead. that just feels so different. my god. anyways

i like the idea of them being made of light and returning to it. i've made passing jokes about them seeing King and Noa as kind of like gods, and swearing on them, as well as swearing on the Spark because that's what gives them life. there is a graveyard, in Blue Shadow, with holograms of dead soldiers, so we know they definitely do honor the dead. id really like to know more about it. ultras dissolve into light when they die. from my understanding a gravestone is, traditionally, for marking the location of a body (as well as other things, like naming the dead and their deeds, etc). what's the significance of their placement, here, if ultras have no body to bury? did those soldiers die where that forest later stood, and so that's where they're honored? what do they do for ultras that die off-world? is there a specific spot for them? is that forest the specific spot? i want to know...!

i also find it interesting that we dont know much about the dead at all. nobody ever talks about it. to me, it's almost like there's some kind of taboo about that, which could be interesting to explore. ive said before how fascinating it is that ultras are simultaneously creatures of genuine purity and astounding violence. there are plenty of things to be said about that, both in and out of universe (because like any work of art, it carries the politics of its time and creation), which i think might be better placed in a different post. but nevertheless, their ideas of justice and righteousness are fascinating, and id like to know more of what they think of death. the idea that it's something that shouldn't be spoken of fascinates me, because it fits the implication that darkness and questionable ideas are also not discussed on their home planet.

honestly it's kind of disturbing when i think about it too long, cultish almost, that they are dedicated so deeply to the idea of light and holiness. which itself is only more fascinating because it's permanently played straight. to put a spin on that is to destroy what ultraman means- he is a hero of light. if he isn't a hero, then he isn't ultraman. he can struggle, he can be reluctant, but he will in the end always be pure of heart, because he has to be. it's part of the narrative. it's a universal requirement. (which, i think, is why i find the villains so interesting, even moreso than usual; here, arguably, at least in this way, they're right. light cannot exist without darkness. so a planet of light, devoid of darkness, is a suspicious thing indeed.)

there's probably a lot more to discuss but now it's midnight and i was supposed to be asleep 2 and a half hours ago so i'm going to post this and answer any other questions people have separately. goodnight

[cladestruction]

ok so let's talk about Enif!

my girl: i love her to death and think about her quite a lot! so much so that she's in my head at all times. her (general) storyline is pretty much the same one i've had since the start of her creation BUT !!! I've been racking my brain trying to make sure there are little to no plot holes. and on that quest I've made the decision to make changes. some very little and other very very consequential. here's a little list! I'll make sure to explain in detail in Enif's wiki page in a future update.

name change: Enif Bane. for the sake of the story I want for Enif, she can't go by Enif Cordero. Her birth name Laura Cordero has to be revealed later on. along with her name, there'll be changes on some key aspects, like how she became Liz's daughter and how much Enif knows about the truth (the cult, her training, and her biological family).

she is left handed. this is a small and rather irrelevant detail but I have to integrate it because I hadn't thought of it until I made a mistake while drawing her lmao.

No tattoos, no scars. again, for the sake of the story, Enif's character will be slightly tamed down. the tattoos and scars were direct consequences of her nocturnal training sessions with Liz and the cult, but I want Enif to be painfully average on surface level, so yeah. no traces on her body.

special abilities: Enif still knows how to defend herself, but she's far from a powerful fighter, physically speaking. Liz wanted her to know the basics of self defense and made sure Enif would know her way with knives and blades (for ceremonies and stuff), but I really wanted to nerf her in this aspect because I want her to have one special ability developed above any other: voice changing. in summary, Liz wanted Enif to be skilled at manipulating (much like herself) but she went even further. she made sure Enif would learn how to control her voice and tone with expertise. thanks to this, Enif essentially knows how to mimic other people's voices. I know it sounds like fantasy but at this point I'm appealing to the show's canon nonsense lmao so yeah she can do that !

Enif doesn't learn the truth. initially, I wanted Enif to confront Liz and force her to confess to all her doings, including killing Enif's parents. in this new version, Enif doesn't confront Liz and doesn't learn the truth. she could eventually (I have an idea involving Charles), but I think it's much more tragic if Enif never finds out that her parents died because of Liz. it adds another layer to how much her perception of reality has been manipulated by Liz. it also adds some realism because life's like that: there are so many things we don't know and we die without ever learning.

other stuff: for Enif's storyline, there's some things post canon that have to happen. for one, General Crozier starts working with Dethklok (I've seen people pitch this idea and I love it. credit is not mine, however). second, Charles goes on to keep working with the Church of the Black Klok. and third, Dethklok is still going strong as a band, they are self managed, and they keep the same dynamic of the show essentially, but of course with added development. some other minor things, like the klokateers still being a thing (let's just say aotd didn't kill all of them, plus new people came to sign up after the great reuniting).

that's pretty much it, for now. after all, these things caught my attention because i've been writing down Enif's story in some brief chapters! and i gotta make the pieces align as good as possible. see ya!

[snailchasers-den]

Hello! I'm Snailchaser! Welcome to my Warrior Cats blog!

FINALLY MADE A PROPER TUMBLR. Most of this is just going to be me talking about my Warrior cats headcanons, ships, and probably reblogging stuff I like!

I write fanfics mostly on AO3 I'll probably also be using this blog to occasionally post about updates on those LMAO

Two paragraphs about me under the cut, sorry lol

I'm #1 hater of the Warriors family tree. You'll see me toss it out pretty often because it's stupid and makes everybody related, and that isn't my jam. Not a fan of it, hate near every ship being biologically related in some way due to background character #45 or the Erins just deciding later on for no reason, I don't strictly follow that nonsense to avoid that LMAO AUs and family tree corrections are rampant here, don't get on my ass about that.

I'll probably be flooding this blog with my rare pair and crackships, because that's my brand at this point LMAO I'm basically populating the SpottedTiger tag on AO3 all on my own, I'm pretty sure I straight up invented Redtail x Runningnose just because I find them interesting in an AU of mine, and I semi-ironically ship Crowfeather x Mothwing for some reason. I focus WAY more on the nebulous reimagining and interpretations of the characters in my brain than actual canon, if that's not your jam, I'm probably not for you and that's completely fine! Just don't go after me about different opinions, I'm just here to post my cat brainrot.

[arizonaconservativegal]

For the fact that Bruce Jenner is a man with reproductive sexual organs of man same as me and how the fuck does that make him different than any other man? when in fact he is a man. How the fuck do you think he is woman just like yourself a natural born female? If you think he is a women how come he cannot get periods or goes through what a woman´s body goes through and if younger how would that man get pregnant? like to hear your leftists logic on men like him who think he is a woman.

Here's the thing about Caitlyn Jenner

Obviously she is biologically male. Obviously she is not the same as a biological woman. She's also not trying to tell anyone that she gets pms or should be allowed to compete against women in sports (quite the opposite of that, in fact). As far as I can tell, she's just trying to live as normal a life as someone like her is able but she's under no illusions that she will ever be quite the same and she's not trying to change the rest of us to make herself feel more normal.

I'm totally fine with this. She's not bothering me. She's not doing anything that affects anyone else.

So yeah I'm going to call her Caitlyn and refer to her as 'she' and all that. She hasn't gone by Bruce in ten years. My friend just got married and took her husband's last name. That doesn't make her biologically a Smith. But she's part of the family now so we're going to call her Smith. Caitlyn Jenner is not biologically a woman but as far as I'm concerned, refusing to acknowledge that she is living the way the rest of us do is just as silly as refusing to call my friend by her new last name. I can think it's a little weird, just like I'd think it was a little weird if my friend had decided to hyphenate her last name instead of just going with Smith, but so what?

I don't care what adults want to do with their own body and what they want to call themselves. I only care when they start to impose on others.

As far as all the other trans stuff goes...

I think there are a lot of kids who would have been goth or emo when I was growing up but these days are being told that they are probably trans or whatever. They just feel out of place and are searching for something that makes them feel understood. And while I don't really see the harm in letting them buy some new clothes and cut their hair a certain way to see if they feel better, there is no good reason for any medical procedures to be performed on them. I think there are a lot of well intentioned but misguided people trying to help them and I think there are a lot of sick fucks trying to take advantage for politics or profit.

I think there are also a lot more sick fucks who like to pretend to be trans whenever it's convenient and gives them access to someone they can prey upon. But let's just be adults here for a second - I'm pretty sure we can all tell the difference between someone like Caitlyn Jenner and some creep that just got convicted of raping four women and has decided suddenly that he would like to serve his sentence in the women's prison. Come on.

Locker rooms, bathrooms, and prisons are sex segregated for a reason and should stay that way. I would be perfectly happy to see some more gender neutral locker rooms and bathrooms in addition to the women's and men's rooms - but I am vehemently opposed to making either one of those the new gender neutral space.

I am not going to entertain the idea that transwomen are identical to the rest of us. Sports are sex segregated for a reason as well. I don't really know what would be fair to trans athletes but I know for sure that making the women's team the 'everyone team' is not fair to anyone. Anyone pushing that is just willfully blinded by politics.

I am not going to refer to mothers as 'birthing people' or gynecology patients as 'people with vaginas' or any of that nonsense. I am also not going to say 'people with two legs' to be sensitive to people who have fewer. We all know what we're talking about and if you are offended by your own differences, then I'm sorry but that's not something some sparkly new language is going to fix for you. I'm certainly not going to entertain the idea of changing the definition of 'woman.' I'm not going change how I refer to myself to appease anyone else. I will call you whatever name you want but you don't get to redefine who I am.

And if you pick a really stupid name or fake pronoun for yourself, don't be shocked when someone makes fun of it the way we all make fun of Xitter or some millennial naming her kid MacKeighleigh.

But here's the other thing about Caitlyn Jenner - she is not any of those people. Actually I don't think most trans people are any of those people. I think almost all of that garbage comes from people who are misappropriating the label or who fancy themselves activists and they're giving the actual trans community a bad rap. I think most trans people are pretty normal aside from the obvious.

We have a handful of legitimate issues to work out in regards to the bathrooms and sports and I'm sure that is a little uncomfortable to have to hash out but I think if we stop trying to be assholes on purpose, we can figure it out.

[askpinkietai]

Okay, like, I don't talk about every time I get a new order unless I'm real excited for it, but can I talk about this one for a bit~?

Oh, it's a new volume of MonMusu, what's so notable about that, you might ask. Do you know when the previous volume came out?

December 2020. No, for real.

It has been a time following this release. After volume 16, I'm pretty sure this one was scheduled for summer 2021. Okay, about 6 months, but that's kinda in line with previous releases. Then that got delayed to 2022. Then it got delayed to winter 2022. Then that got delayed to 2023. Then it projected perhaps July 2024 is when this would finally come out. Then that was pushed to September, which is now, and it actually did come out. I have no idea why, but it's flipping crazy. I kinda figured it'd been quietly cancelled, and then I got recommended volume 18, and I was like "17 hasn't even come out!" So I checked it, and it was steadly maintaining that September date.

MonMusu isn't even that good! It's dumb ecchi nonsense, but I like it because of the cast diversity, worldbuilding, and humour. Like, I've told this to people before, but the reason I like MonMusu is because, like... Interviews with Monster Girls is probably a better story, but the most biologically interesting character is the dullahan. In MonMusu, the dullahan is the least physically unusual, and she's blue in this series~

I've just never seen a release get pushed back so crazy before. Volume 18 is supposed to come out in December, I dunno if I can handle a routine, sensical release schedule like that! And if I can't, I guess I can go back to waiting for volume 14 of Nurse Hitomi to release in 2079.

That'll be a nice 93rd birthday present to myself~

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

So, I just gotta say that I don't get this idea that John Money is responsible for all this gender nonsense - They were twin boys, and only one of them was castrated in a botched circumcision, and Money suggested the parents raise the boy as a girl. He was the doctor in charge of the whole charade, including creepy therapy sessions where he made the twins mimic sexual acts with each other, and prescribing female hormones. But! In spite of all this, (1)

Who was raised female strongly suspected something was wrong, acted out in school, rejected most feminine things, was just miserable and moody and uncomfortable and when he learned the horrible truth he immediately began living life as a man again. He eventually killed himself. I believe the remaining twin also committed suicide, years later. Anyway, Money had been pretty sure that he and the family could simply convince this kid he was born female and his brain wouldn't know the difference. (2)

That all that mattered was how you were raised, and gender identity had nothing to do with your biological sex. But he didn't prove that even a little. He was completely wrong. So for me, I find it strange that a lot of people who are critical of the trans movement seem to have misinterpreted the Money gender identity experiment. I think his only real contribution to the trans movement was gifting the term gender identity, which wasnt really a thing before. (3)

Not just the term, but the entire concept. And that concept, that "gender" is somehow completely independent from sex and people's gender can change after birth if they're just gaslit enough, is a large part of why the modern trans movement is so toxic and harmful. I've seen multiple TRAs and pro-trans articles cite his "experiment" as proof of gender identity in the recent past. I'm talking like less than 5 years ago. Even though his abhorrant child abuse experiments were a failure, people who cited him never heard about the suicides or the ultimate failure of his theories. They just heard the first part, that the child with the injured penis was successfully "socially transitioned" and lived as a girl afterwards. And that highlights why it's almost impossible to believe anything TRAs say. Because they don't do proper research. They look until they find things that "prove" what they already believe, and then they stop looking and ignore and dismiss any contradictory evidence. And it's only gotten worse. Outside of modern climate "science", there's no field that's more untrustworthy and ideologically compromised than transgenderism.

[xenalous]

I had a dream today that Kaeya in Genshin Impact canonically had a teenage biological son and it was fuckin. Vanitas no carte Vanitas. This somehow made sense in my dream even though everyone stayed the same age so Kaeya was still like, in his early twenties while having a teenage child.

And the fandom after this update was also a mess, some people were complaining that it was a nonsense asspull until someone on reddit wrote a really long post about a deep dive into Kaeya's and Mondstadt lore in which they proved that Kaeya's son was actually always canon even though he was never mentioned by anyone before. And the other side of fandom was just happy that they were now allowed to call Kaeya a dilf despite his age.

No one knew who Vanitas' mom was or what happened to her. Every character in Mondstadt was acting like this was completely normal. The only thing on the Internet for a while were edits of Kaeya and his son.

They had nearly identical idle animations and the only conversation between them that I remember was when Kaeya was showing Vanitas how to do some sword trick properly in front of the Traveller and Vanitas said something like "Daaad stop embarrassing me!". I'm pretty sure that Kaeya's voiceline about his son had something along the lines of "Ah, they grow up so fast" in it.

[thosearentcrimes]

Read Jane Eyre by Currer BeCharlotte Brontë. It's, uh, interesting. Worth reading, for sure? I'm happy I read it, which I can't always say about the classics. Some of them try my patience, while Jane Eyre was a quick and fun read. Whether you think it is good obviously depends on how you assign aesthetic value, though. I mean I know a lot of people are less preoccupied with politics in art, and for them, go ahead, but I think only some of the political problems are separable from the basic content of the book?

Like ok the racism is almost entirely unnecessary, though obviously predictable given the time period. It really starts ramping up towards the end of the book, too? I say almost, because it's obviously connected with the recurring phrenological theme which in turn relates to the main couple of the story not being very physically attractive. Which, to be clear, is a very nice thing for a novel to include, though perhaps less so when it is related explicitly to phrenology. Whatever.

So the thing about phrenology, and racism too, of course, is that obviously Victorians overwhelmingly understood those to be significant material, biological phenomena, right. And they're super not any of those, except insofar as they have the ability to impose themselves onto the material world, and even then not very much. So when you examine reality, including historical reality, from an enlightened point of view, you can see all of that is nonsense. However, assuming we accept the construct of a fictional world, in the fictional world of Jane Eyre, racism and phrenology are super real and material biological features of persons, rather than a pile of nonsense supported by confirmation bias. It's like if you were reading a comic or watching a TV show and it turned out everyone's personalities were actually determined by their blood ty-

ANYWAY, it's funny how gay Jane Eyre looks from a modern perspective, and I'm not just projecting I swear. Like, half the time Jane meets a woman, she becomes instantly obsessed with her, forms a codependent or dependent attachment to her, starts talking about how insanely perfect and good and beautiful she is and how much her male love interest isn't good enough for her, also one time she's given a description of a pretty lady and she starts drawing the most beautiful woman she can think of to imagine what she looks like. She develops what is barely deniably a gay crush on at least three women over the course of the book. Which is two more women than men. But it's important to recognize that this was a different, substantially more homosocial time, and that the way friendship and romance are expressed has changed significantly since the differentiation of homosexuality as its own identity. Why, even quite recently people wouldn't bat an eye over this kind of female friendship. Like, it feels like every other time my mom sees another woman, she'll start talking about how beautiful and talented and great she is and how her husband isn't good enough for her, and my mom isn-

ANYWAY, one of the real strengths of the book is simply in portraying Jane Eyre thinking and responding emotionally to stuff? It feels like such a basic thing, but it turns out a lot of writing novels is about doing the basics really well. If you make your main character emotionally and intellectually comprehensible to the audience, that'll help establish the stakes and sell the narrative. You feel like you know Jane and you can see why she makes all the stupid decisions she makes, you get a sense of why such an independent and proud woman would nonetheless be instinctively submissive the way Jane is. And the narration of an adult looking back over their childhood experiences is really well done I think. Comparing to Dickens is a bit absurd, because Dickens was quite frankly a slop merchant so you have to apply a different standard, but it is crazy how bad Dickens is at pulling that narrative voice off considering it was his whole deal.

Uh, the main couple is fucked up or whatever. She's a teenager and he could be her father, and is also literally her employer. Comes with the territory, obviously, he's a werewolf or whatever, that's the point. The part where he has his wife locked up in the attic probably a bit more of a problem, though it is hilarious how everyone is worried about the whole bigamy thing, and not about the wife being locked in an attic thing. Also he's like a massive misogynist, crazy (read: normal for Victorians) levels of hating women. I'm pretty sure the reason he gets crippled and blinded in the end is so that it's remotely plausible that he doesn't start beating Jane like six months into the marriage. Given all of this, it's a wonder that Brontë genuinely manages to sell the relationship, even with the added difficulty of me shipping Jane with half the female characters in the book. A testament to her skill and my sentimentality.

Who should read this book? I dunno, I think most of you have probably read it already or something. If you want to know the classics, the literary canon, this is one that is good to read, you'll probably have fun. Be aware that there's Surprise Racism and that the main couple is Problematique. If you want to modernize it, just pretend every time they talk about phrenology they're actually talking about astrological signs.

[dailycass-cain]

Detective Comics #1077 brought the Cass back. So how'd she do in this outing? Well, here are my thoughts on the issue...

So the Cass section is pretty early in the issue itself within the second scene and is pretty fascinating with several layers. #1 in that Selina recruited Cass off-panel.

I mean it probably wasn't hard. "Hey Cass you wanna save Batman?" "Yeah."

Bam.

Easy peasy.

I'm just gonna overlook the nonsense that is "Gotham War", and not overthink or mock that any further to this. It's just simple characterizations of two characters with a similar need: Bruce getting freed.

However, this leads me to my #2 interesting thing that occurs on the page. Eiko Hasigawa has beef with Cass.

Like, there's an out-of-issue story we missed here. Cause Cass/Eiko never met physically until this issue at least to my knowledge.

What I am aware of is the growing disdain another Batgirl, Stephanie Brown, had for Eiko toward the end of Genevieve Valentine's Catwoman run (#35-46).

I am not aware if Steph hyped negatively Eiko to Cass. I think it's the safest bet.

However, my gut tells me an "unseen" story. Because, A.) Eiko knows Cass. B.) We know already Cass has met Selina off-panel and gotten an "art" love because of it. So it's reasonable to think Cass has met several of those who worked/allied with Selina closely.

Regardless of my theories, the moment is a nice hype package to remind us how deadly Cass is and interestingly how much she is acting like her biological mom here in manner and appearance.

I get why Cass is in gameface mode. Gotham is in hell given it's Tuesday and she has to showcase this side of her. Even when there's a Lian Harper nearby to "lighten" the mood.

I do find it intriguing how much Cass inherits stuff on her actual mom's side here. From clothing choices to looks. She literally is a Little Wu-San here. I am curious why writer Ram V gives her hostilities with Eiko when a Cheshire is in the same room.

Given Shiva/Cheshire's histories in Gail Simone's Birds of Prey legendary run. But I can see why because again the feud is making me ponder more so on the "what" than the easily simplistic "why" we've seen already.

I really do dig seeing Cass unmasked in this issue as it elevates her into the run and artist Jason Shawn Alexander draws a VERY mature-looking Cass here.

And that leaves us with the final "chilling" twist of who Cass will be teaming up with here. Someone, now I wonder if we'll get our SECOND mention or showing of Batgirl Vol. 1 as Cass will be teaming with Mr. Freeze for her part in this mission.

Also, I do love the little bit of fathering Jim Gordon does here during this scene. He knows what Freeze is capable of (both currently in this run and of the past).

Cass? We don't see her reaction, just one panel of her agreeing which is just so Cass.

Her mindset is completely different than Gordon's. Will she trust Freeze? I guess we'll see where Ram V goes with this. Again, I find this all fascinating the bits he's put here.

You can easily see this plan all going to hell, yet also there's a "chance" this plan might work. I guess it'll all depend on who betrays who.

Again, the bits sprinkled are just stories I want to read more of, along with how the current story is going to progress.

It's all quite engaging and has me on the edge of my seat.

Anyway, #1077 of Detective Comics is yet another refreshing thrilling piece to the puzzle of this run. It feels so darn unpredictable about where it will go.

Not to mention however briefly we've seen Cass sure carries a presence about her in this run. That fills me with glee on where this will go next.

So those who haven't checked on this Tec run yet please do so as what began back in September has been an excellent jumping-back point for this run.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Vigilante AU: Okay so, if he convinces the League of Villains to go Vigilante instead, are Shigaraki and Kurogiri amongst the ones who do so.

For some reason, I can't put question marks in the Tumblr askbox on the Desktop version of the website.

Yes!!!

Okay okay oaky so like.

Firstly, Izuku absolutely Power of Friendships the fuck out of them.

But also

Kurogiri, within my AUs, is a little easier to get on board. Like, this is CC-adjacent so how I write him is similar to how I write him in that. So he doesn't trust AfO for shit, and really isn't down for the villain stuff. But he does it through a combination of his reprogramming, having nowhere else to go(and probably getting killed if he tried to leave), and deciding that Shigaraki is his son now and he won't leave the kid behind(AfO would def hunt them down if he tried to leave with the kid).

So when given the opportunity to go vigilante instead of Villain? Kurogiri is down for that.

Shigaraki is a harder sell at first. But that's where the Dad for One plot helps.

When AfO finds out that Izuku is his biological child that inherited his Quirk, he basically replaces Shigaraki as who he wants as his apprentice/successor. Don't get me wrong, he still plans to use Shigaraki as a pawn in his plans overall. The guy makes a good villain, don't want all that work to go to waste. Plus the extra bonus of "Nana's grandson" gutpunch.

But Izuku already having a body that is capable of handling the Quirk nonsense that Shigaraki would have to be experimented on to get? Not to mention that since Izuku is planning to take the fucker down, he's playing along with the 'haha I'm so vulnerable and desperate for a father figure and just found my bio dad this is great sure I'll do whatever you say please manipulate me it'll be easy!' thing.... AfO just switches pretty immediately to Izuku being the 'favorite'.

Which. Shigaraki is initially jealous of. But that tiny voice in the back of his mind that was aware things were fucked up kinda activates and he starts to realize how little AfO actually cared about him, how he was just a pawn to be manipulated. (further helped by Izuku wanting to save him and also the rest of the LoV finding out more about Shigaraki's past and going 'hey that's fucked')

It takes him a while to really unpack things, but with that knowledge he's a lot more open to others, especially Izuku, trying to help him. He'd stay back on the whole 'vigilante squad' thing for a bit, but eventaully he'd help out(that small part of him that is still Tenko and wanted to be a Hero comes back out once he's away from AfO's influence)