#its why brotps are even a thing

[random-autie-fangirl]

Chara: I'm wanting everything to end instantly

Asriel: And I'm wanting to go on unchanging forever

🔥🔥🔥THE BEEF WITH LINEAR TIME SIBLINGS🔥🔥🔥

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

{one piece ficlet, usopp & zoro} brave

continuing my 'zoro is actually quite profound and also the bestest first mate ever' series with some usopp & zoro brotp content 😌 nami's is here for anyone interested; my goal is to do one of these for each straw hat member and then compile them into a bigger fic to post on ao3 so stay tuned for more!

Rating: G Notes: post time skip

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The Thousand Sunny is about twenty-thousand meters into its descent to Fishman Island, which means the sea around them has turned pitch black save for the occasional colorful display of bioluminescent creatures that dwell within the deep. There’s one happening right now, a giant cloud of something blue and twinkly floating alongside the ship as it continues slowly downward. It reminds Usopp of stars on a clear night, and he’s having fun making up new constellations and stories to go along with them that he’ll tell to Chopper and Luffy later. 

So when Zoro comes by to relieve him from first watch, Usopp smiles and says, “Thanks, but I think I’ll stay a bit."

Zoro grunts, which Usopp takes to mean ‘suit yourself’. He settles against the railing next to the sniper, and for a long while, they stand there together in companionable silence. Usopp got better about that, in the two years he was away; sits better inside awkward spaces, doesn’t feel quite such an oppressive need to fill the quiet with babbled nonsense. So for perhaps the first time in their friendship, it’s Zoro who breaks the ice first.

“So. Plants, huh?” he says. It’s stilted and awkward and so terribly Zoro that Usopp can’t help but laugh.

“Plants,” he confirms with a solemn nod, happy when he sees Zoro’s lips twitch.

“What happened to working with dials?”

“Oh, I have those too!” Usopp says brightly, pulling an impact dial out of his belt for demonstration. “But they’re harder to find replacements for down here in the blue sea. The plants are easier because I can regrow them myself.”

Zoro nods. “Makes sense.”

His lips twitch again, like they’re trying to remember the shape of the wide, feral grins he so often sported before their two years apart. Usopp realizes he hasn’t actually seen Zoro smile like that since they set sail, but he doesn’t get time to dwell on that thought much because then Zoro says, “You must have a whole bunch of new tricks up your sleeve.”

At that, Usopp can’t help but beam. 

“Sure do!” he says, unable to contain his excitement. And then, because he can’t help himself, he starts talking; rattling off a whole list of new stars and pods and special ammos, things he was working on before that he perfected and new things he’s bringing to the table. It takes him a while to realize how long he’s been rambling, but when Usopp looks, Zoro’s still listening, his now single hazel-grey eye trained solely on the sniper. 

It makes Usopp grin and maybe even blush a little, to have Zoro’s attention so clearly focused on him like that, because he knows that Zoro doesn’t pay attention to things he doesn’t think are worth his time. So to be considered worthy—it means a lot.

“Who knows,” Usopp finds himself saying as he wraps up his diatribe, “maybe in the New World I’ll finally be able to call myself a Brave Warrior of the Sea.”

Zoro frowns then, brow furrowing deeply. “I never got why you said that,” he says, and Usopp blinks.

“You don’t get why I want to be a brave warrior?” he asks, confused.

Zoro shakes his head. “No, I mean I don’t get what you think you need to achieve when you say you want to be a brave warrior of the sea. You’re already brave.”

Usopp freezes, mouth falling open as he gapes at the swordsman. 

“M—Me?” he stutters, brain scrambling as he tries to figure out what’s happening, because clearly he’s missed something. “That’s not… Zoro, come on, be serious!”

He laughs a little to let Zoro know he’s in on whatever joke he’s trying to make, but Zoro’s frown just deepens further. 

“I am being serious.”

Usopp flails wildly for a moment, not even sure where to begin. “But… But I’m not… Zoro, come on. When… When have I ever been brave?” he asks in stunned confusion. “You know me, you know I’m—I’m scared shitless like, ninety-nine percent of the time!”

Zoro rolls his eyes, like he thinks Usopp is being stupid. “Exactly,” he says. “But you go out and you fight anyway. That doesn’t sound brave to you?”

Usopp has gotten hit with a Gum-Gum Pistol exactly once in his life. The force of it felt like it shattered every bone in his body, rearranged all of his internal organs, and knocked his brain around like a pinball. And he can confidently say that he was less rattled by that than what Zoro just said to him.

He tries to respond. It comes out as a completely unintelligible high-pitched garble that Zoro nonetheless seems to understand, because he sighs and says, “Usopp, being brave isn’t about being fearless. Being brave is about being ready to piss your pants over something and then doing it anyway. Fighting when you’re scared like that takes guts. You’re brave. Nami’s brave. Chopper’s brave. The rest of us? We’re just a bunch of idiots too dumb to remember what fear is. Sure we’re strong, but we’re not brave.”

Zoro levels him with what Usopp has mentally dubbed a Monster Trio Look—the kind that says ‘I’ve made up my mind; argue with me at your own peril.’ They pop up fairly frequently on Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji, but always for things like battles or tactical decisions or other, important things. Not for anything like this.

Not for telling Usopp that he’s brave.

It takes him a long, long time to respond. Thankfully Zoro doesn’t seem to mind the silence.

“I�� I guess I never really thought about it like that,” Usopp finally manages, hoarse and maybe a little wobbly, and Zoro has the fucking audacity to roll his eyes again.

“Well, you should,” he grunts, and there’s a note of finality in his voice that tells Usopp the conversation is done and will not be revisited; Zoro’s mind is made up.

Grass is green. The sky is blue. Usopp is brave. Simple as that.

[kiyomitakada]

kiyomi for the character asks? :D

MY GIRL!!!!! THANK YOU

favorite thing about them: i love that she simultaneously believes in kira's ideals more genuinely than anyone else in team kira (mikami is projecting his own beliefs, light is ocd spiraling, misa is misa) and Also is the most reluctant to actually kill. i keep saying the latter thing and i keep not giving evidence so here is my evidence

kiyomi: i love when people die! kiyomi when she has to kill people: well this sucks. what the fuck

it's not just momentary shock either! she's dead silent for the rest of the conversation until light prompts her directly for the sake of the task force listening in!

and then this

shouldn't you :) be happy :) hey this is the final step towards your beautiful new world you know :)

anyway this is my favorite thing about her less because i believe she has more of a moral backbone and more because i think it's so darkly funny. leopard who joined the leopards eating people's faces off party: i never thought i would have to eat people's faces off!! in some ways i think this is the most realistic reaction anyone in death note has to the death note like yeah of course nobody actually wants their hands stained with blood in the end of course you want your pure refined kindhearted world and don't want to look at the victims of its violence except that you yourself are the face of the violence and there are bodyguards gunning people down in the streets in your name. kiyomi takada, saint. they'll canonize you and they'll spit on your gravestone.

i think in some ways misa clocks this about her immediately. we meme on that panel where misa's like The Death Penalty :D but in context misa (who knows the task force is investigating kiyomi) is saying that since kiyomi is kira's voice, she's just as bad as kira is and will get executed just as kira will once they're caught. and this is what gets kiyomi (who is already acting as kira at this point) to leave the conversation because she cannot be confronted with her own guilt.

anyway do you see why i think she is exactly like first arc light yagami hahahahahahhaaaa

least favorite thing about them: please for the love of god ditch the pixie cut and get a mullet or something please

favorite line: this is actually so hard. so much of kiyomi is informed through other people like mikami complimenting her raging fascism. hmmm i will go for

you don't have to read this as violence but personally i do because it's more fun that way coming from someone who, see above, is generally very bad at initiating violence! and also one of the only ideas this sexist fucking manga lets her have on her own even though light shoots it down immediately. ahem. totally unrelated but you should read the problem of misa amane

brOTP: kiyomi and mikami are SO fun together i like them so much. i like to think kiyomi asked him out on a date and he just did not catch onto the subtext there at all and they spent the whole time talking about politics and kiyomi was like wow i enjoyed that so much more than any actual date i've had with a man, surely this means nothing. i also think mikami wrote her name without a shred of remorse :D

OTP: ive been trapped in kiyomisa hell for almost a year now. i may never get out. they've got mindgames they've got hatemance they've got two people trying to perform gender and failing miserably in vastly different ways they've got identity issues of the "i am your more successful copy and yet i am starting to suspect he hates us both" variety. they deserve to kill each other homoerotically.

i also enjoy that light almost clocks it but due to his sexism he concludes that All Women Are Like This when in fact he just has a track record of dating lesbians. i wonder what this says about your gender light yagami

nOTP: this one is also kiyomi and mikami i have actually read several fics about them but i just can't see it romantically alas… they're more interesting when they're friends to me

random headcanon: she's an only child and her parents are traditionalists who wish she'd been a boy and yet objected very strongly to her tomboy phase. naturally this did not affect her personality at all

unpopular opinion: i don't think there are enough opinions about kiyomi to determine what counts as an Unpopular one. damn. i will keep writing meta instead. it is my opinion that she has zero friends and this is why light is able to manipulate her so effectively. near talks about looking through "takada's friends and associates" to find x-kira and then notices mikami and says "never mind i know who it is" which suggests to me that she has like a hundred acquaintances but doesn't actually spend time with any of them. she looks so surprised when light suggests booking a hotel room so they can get some privacy because presumably she has not had cause to actually talk to anybody one-on-one since she got famous. she's like the literal perfect target for emotional manipulation it's kind of impressive and extremely sad

song i associate with them: TYRANT BY BEYONCE

Cowboy Carter Time to strike a match And light up this juke joint

One-one-one by one, you hang them high Your hands are steady and you sleep at night How did you turn your heart to stone? I don't want him back, but I can't let go

look. does it fit perfectly? no. but theres arson in it and adultery and being jealous of another woman not even because of the adultery but because she can kill better than you. if that isnt kiyomicore then what is.

favorite picture of them:

she looks SO cool here and for WHAT. also i think it is extremely impressive she managed to recognize mello when she’s going off linda’s sketch of how he looked as a fourteen-year-old child, when he notably had a different hairstyle and a lack of severe facial burns. either kiyomi is incredible under stress or linda is just like the best artist alive

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: The magic mirror (Snow White)

Favorite thing about them: I like its mystical truth-telling power. I also enjoy the fact that it's open to so many different interpretations in different adaptations of the tale. What it looks like, what it sounds like, how it speaks (from a face carved into the frame, a spirit that appears in the glass, the Queen's own reflection, etc.) just how sapient it is, whether it likes the Queen, dislikes her, or is neutral, and whether it's an entity itself or has an entity trapped inside it varies from version to version. This way, it never becomes boring.

In the Disney film specifically, I like its eerie, otherworldly appearance and voice, and the sense of emotionless moral neutrality it conveys.

Least favorite thing about them: Well, it serves the evil Queen and tells her where Snow White is.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I usually tell the truth.

*I think Snow White is beautiful.

*I've been inside a castle before. (In my case, a few crumbling old ones in Ireland.)

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not a mirror.

*I'm not omniscient.

*I don't speak in rhyme.

Favorite line: From the Grimms' tale:

You, my queen, are fair; it is true.

But Snow White, beyond the mountains

With the seven dwarfs

Is still a thousand times fairer than you.

From the Disney film:

Famed is thy beauty, Majesty.

But hold! A lovely maid I see.

Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.

Alas, she is more fair than thee!

and

Over the seven jeweled hills,

Beyond the seventh fall,

In the cottage of the seven dwarfs

Dwells Snow White, fairest one of all

brOTP: I suppose the Queen, in a way.

OTP: None. Except in the anime The Legend of Snow White, where the spirit imprisoned in the mirror, Speck, does have a love interest, a female spirit named Mylarka who's imprisoned elsewhere, but who reunites with him in the end.

nOTP: Any human.

Random headcanon: It was a gift to the Queen from whoever taught her the art of magic. Its creator meant her to use its omniscient power for good, to ask it questions about the needs of her people and use it to become a better ruler. But instead, of course, she only uses it to satisfy her vanity about her beauty, and to learn who her rivals are so she can eliminate them.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think it represents the king. Not inherently, anyway. This seems to be a popular reading of the tale among scholars: that the mirror is a stand-in for the absent figure of the Queen's husband and Snow White's father, and that the Queen's jealousy of Snow White's beauty merely represents the true source of conflict between stepmothers and stepdaughters, competition for the husband/father's love. That's a valid reading, of course, but I don't think it's inherent. I'd sooner argue that the mirror represents the male gaze in general than that it specifically represents the king. And I don't think it inherently represents the male gaze either, unless you think the only reason why women ever envy other women's beauty is because beauty equals male approval. Some adaptations have it speak with a woman's voice instead of a man's, after all. Or even with the Queen's own voice (since it is a mirror), making it seem less like a symbol of other people's feelings about the Queen and Snow White, and more of the Queen's own inner knowledge of Snow White's superior beauty.

Song I associate with them: Its instrumental theme from the Disney film's soundtrack.

Favorite picture of them:

From the Disney film:

Assorted fairy tale illustrations:

Hans Conried (a.k.a. the voice of Disney's Captain Hook) in the 1977 special Disney's Greatest Villains, which was later incorporated into A Disney Halloween.

The spectacular mirror puppet (voiced by Patrick Stewart) in Disneyland's 2004 stage show Snow White: An Enchanting Musical.

[maranigai]

Mohg for the ask meme? 😅

Ah, Luminary Mohg my beloved...

favorite thing about them

Mohg's relations with love, both as a feeling and a concept. He's the person who has been denied any love (or any virtue) from the very beginning of his life, the person who has been abandoned, forsaken - and who was completely enraged and disgusted by it. So he believes that everyone deserves love, and care, and dignity - this is what he promises, sinserely, to his people, this is what his dynasty is for. And, of course, this is what leads to his downfall. His patron deity - an outer goddess of love and suffering - is a sadomasochistic, bloodthirsty abomination, but she grants strength, and how can Mohg deny the strength needed to protect those he loves? Or how can he not listen to his half-brother, who speaks of love, of compassion for all - even if his words are the charm that deprives Mohg of his own heart and will? He loved the world around him so much, no less, or maybe even more, than Morgott, but he refused to put up with its imperfections, its injustice and hypocricy - and first became a bloody monster himself, then lost it all to another monster, with similar motives, but much greater powers, which brings us...

least favorite thing about them

...to Mohg's death. Because he deserved better. Sure, he was a grim power, a servant of the goddess of torment, the leader of a murderous cult that killed and kidnapped people - and I can easily see why Mohg, despite all his original motives, deserved death... but not this death. Because it was such a cruel mockery of everything that was important to Mohg - love, dignity, freedom. It's not that I dislike the ending of his story because it's a bad plot or a writing issue... it's just too heartbreaking. Easily in the top-3 of all the FromSoft's Prepare-to-Cries for me.

favorite line

Ahh, I can see it, clear as day! The coming of our dynasty!

...I'm not crying (cries)

brOTP

Morgott, surely. Despite all of their contradictions, it was Morgott who had been with Mohg in the sewers all those years, it was Morgott who had lived through it all as Mohg had, it was Morgott - and only Morgott - who could truly understand him. Mohg might look up to Godwyn and love his dynasty with all his heart, but Morgott was his twin, his other half, inseparable. and all this is as true for Morgott himself as for Mohg

OTP

Ansbach, because my favourite trope strikes once again, lol. I've also seen some Radahn/Mohg post-dlc art... and honestly, there's something to it.

nOTP

Morgott. They're brothers, your honor! Also Miquella, because... well, I think I don't really need to explain it our lord Mohg deserved so much better

random headcanon

In terms of personality, Mohg resembles young pre-godhood Marika more than any other of her children. They also share an uncontrollable urge to make the least appropriate jokes in the least appropriate circumstances.

unpopular opinion

Mohg does care about the Golden Lineage, despite having founded his own dynasty. He's the eldest (after Godwyn's death) in his family, and he considers himself responsible for the rest of his relatives, feeling that he must protect them as Godwyn once did.

song i associate with them

Heather Dale - Prodigal Son (finally a musical association in a language that most people here understand!)

favorite picture of them

Once again, so many beautiful arts with Mohg. I guess for now I'll pick this art by motgarel

Also a bonus mention of this art with this amazing veiled!Mogh by pumpumkins 

[andy4yippee]

OH ALSO!!! your ranking of your fav ST ships? :D

YESS!!! ok here we go.

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST SHIP RANKINGS.

(includes brotp, otp, polyotp, familyotp.)

OTPS

Lumax - 10/10. meant for eachother!

elmax - 7/10. SOO cute, just i cant see it really happening.

byler - 1000/10. MY ONE TRUE OTP!!

mileven - 7/10. Cute, but its not my favorite. i liked them more in s1!

Duzie - 100/10. CUTE! nerd x nerd has me in a chokehold.

Jopper - 100/10. meant for eachother, again!

Jancy - 100/10. ADORABLE!!

Jargyle - 10/10. Cute!! the fanart is adorable. cant see it fr happening.

Stancy - 7/10. they were cute in s4- but I cant see them tgthr!

Henfield - 2/10. not my thing!

Hellcheer - 9/10. WOULD OF BEEN SO CUTE.

Boyce - 100/10. would of been adorable. poor bob.

Byerson - 5/10. cute but not my thing, cant see them together.

Edna - 0/10. why the fuck is this a thing HELP??

Henclair - 6/10. so cute, but max and lucas belong together.

Steddie - 8/10. Would of been super cute!

Wheelclair - 4/10. cant see it, would be cute.

Wheelson - 4/10. same thing as wheelerclair!

Stonathan - 2/10. cant see it at all.

Bancy - 7/10. this would of been my femslash OTP if she didn't fucking die.

Joyren - 5/10. I didn't even think about this till now..but imagine how cute this would be? obviously, wouldn't happen but....hear me out!

Rockie - 9/10. CUTE!! love them sm.

Ronance - 8/10. love it! its super cute.

BROTPS

Eddustin - 10000/10. MY BABIES!!

Dancy - 10/10. they were so cute in s2!

Stustin - 100/10. Love them in s3 especially.

Robeddie - 10/10 Gay Bestfriends.

Stobin - 100/10. The bestfriends ever

Madwise - 9/10. I love them sm.

Muwheeler - 10/10. Mike definitely had a stupid teenage crush on Eddie. obviously, this is a brotp and onesided because if it was requited it would be illegal....yuck.

FAMILYOTP

Elwill - 1000000/10. THE SIBLINGS EVERRR

Max's Moms (Nancy and Robin and Max) - 10/10. Love them.

Wheeler Siblings - 7/10. NEED TO TALK MORE WTF??

Sinclair Siblings - 10/10. SO funny together.

Magrove - 7/10. make me cry everywhere.

Byer Siblings - 9/10. Love them so much!

HenderFam - 10/10. Steve and Eddie are Dustins canon dads.

ByerHopperFamily - 10/10. My familyotp for life.

POLYOTP

Elumax - 8/10. this is so cute.

Stoner Lovers - 10/10. if they interacted, this would be my true polyotp.

Steddissy - 100/10. I CAN SEE THIS. if 2 of them weren't in graves. (one isn't even in a grave LMAOO) (forgive me)

Robins sapphic dream - 10/10. What the fuck is happening?? but I LIKE IT!

Gotta Love Nancy - 10/10. Again, what the FUCK? but i like it!

THATS ALL FOR NOW! :-)

[cod-thoughts]

Price for the character ask game?

Thanks for the ask! I actually had to pay attention after i answered the last one so this is late but its fine lol. I didnt want to ramble too much because a lot of stuff is gonna appear in my writing in GhostPrice week so no spoilers hehehe

favourite thing about them

Literally everything, that man is so versatile too I just can't get over how many situations you can put him in and it makes sense

least favourite thing about them

I can't think of anything personally other than just how little backstory we get ueueuue

favourite line

We get dirty, and the world stays clean.

brOTP

Hmmm this is hard but I actually prefer pricegaz in either a poly situation or just as mentor and mentee even more than anything. I just think they work better that way because I think Gaz and price see themselves in each other. I know ppl want soap or ghost to be captain if Price steps down but I actually think itd be Gaz.

OTP

NIKPRICE!!! To no ones surprised but also, Ghostprice and a secret third thing: NikGhostPrice. the three of them???? chefs kiss

nOTP

i cant think of one actually oop but there must be one i just havent thought of

random headcanon

Price collects things. Anything really but he just collects things. Broken soldiers. Vinyls, rocks, books. He just picks a thing and goes yeah thats what i collect now for a few months before moving on lol

unpopular opinion

I think Price isn't as "good" as people make him out to be. That's a morally grey man and its so clear in his actions. Yes is it for the greater good, sure but still he's not wholesome or good. He is a softie though i stand by that.

song i associate with them

This is so hard as a musician to pick songs you have no idea. Punk i think is his main genre. Any punk band and a guilty pleasure of 90's-00's diva ballads, think whitney, mariah etc. No idea why i just think so.

favourite picture of them

Its the grip on the vest for me goddamn

[gwalch-mei]

gawain, but if not gawain (assuming someone else asked him already) then lancelot

ty for the ask cain!!!! not sure why the formatting is fucked but oh well favorite thing about them his transgender swag <3 but no being srs i loveeee his loyalty to his loved ones and how shamelessly devoted he is <3 even to his detriment its so tasty

least favorite thing about them character trait wise i dont really have one tbh? im upset hes not real smh...... sighs.........

favorite line this is from my own comic so like dsjkhfudsijok slightly egotistical but its funny af. to me. "gringolet! what have i told you about trying to eat kay? it’s mean and he wouldn’t even taste good! put him down, sweet boy"

brOTP him and percival <3 idc that theyre not related thats his brother. to me.

OTP him lancelot and ragnelle <33 i love polyamorary <3

nOTP i do naot like percy and gawain sorry chat like i said theyre brothers

random headcanon he cant swim <3

unpopular opinion i do naot have one tbh!

song i associate with them white winter hymnal by fleet foxes and cpr by cupcakke <3 very different songs LMAO

favorite picture of them this one by pyle (?) look at his cool as fuck armor and look at how decked out gringolet is!!!!!

[iknowshocker]

https://www.tumblr.com/nikkiruncks/745434559698567168/send-me-a-character-and-ill-do-this

Kai <3

hii!! ahh you know i love to yap about my boy lets go:

Sexuality Headcanon:

i'm of the general opinion that he's only ever truly sexual/romantically interested in Bon-Bon so take from that what you will lol

Gender Headcanon:

cis he/him - but i can imagine he's not super pressed about things like painting his nails. like he'd be the girl dad (or fun uncle) that lets them put bows in his hair and play around with makeup. he was a teenager in the late 80s so while i do love the way they dress him most of the time I would have done more in the 90s flashbacks personally - (lemme know if you want to see the mood board for my kai inspired MMC i had so much fun building their wardrobes since its set in 2000 lol)

A ship I have with said character:

Bonkai all day every day there is not another option for me i fear. They truly mean so much to me and out of all the relationship fumbles in TVD they're the biggest to me. I personally didn't want kai to 'redeem' himself for her - i just wanted them moving forward together.

A BROTP I have with said character:

my true favorite here is jokai - i wish we'd had more time with their fun twin banter and seeing them grow back into their obvious bond

there's also a lot of lost potential with liv because of the veryyy obvious similarities she has with kai personality wise.

listen, i didn't hate kai and damon together in s8 (it's just annoying that he spends nearly all of his time with him negating the fact that he should be pissed damon killed him to begin with??) but i do think they've got fun friendship potential.

i just know ric and kai would have gotten along if we'd had more time to force them together - the twins have too much in common for ric to not soften to him, not to mention they're technically around the same age themselves lmao

most of the modern fics i've read put him in friend groups with jeremy and that makes a lot of sense to me

A NOTP I have with said character:

kai x katherine makes little to no sense to me and it drives me up the wall that they put it in s8, even as a throw away line. katherine canonically only ever falls for 'good guys' so putting her with kai felt so silly ?? like julie sweetie are you suddenly saying he IS good ??

A random headcanon:

considering how many i have this was the hardest question to do lol idk why ?? i just couldn't decide 😂 but im gonna go with: his favorite sabbat is probably Lughnasadh since it's one of our biggest harvest festivals, but i do think he's a fall boy so samhain/mabon are probably up there for him as well. lots of focus on cooking/baking/the ancestors around that time so catch him getting sad around the old family cookbooks lol

General Opinion over said character:

he's quite literally everything to me lol i binged s1-s6 for the first time in like 2016 and then it legit took me two years to go back and rewatch/finish because i was so deeply annoyed that they'd wiped out not only kai but the whole gemini coven that i just stopped caring. (I finally gave in because I wanted to know what happened to Bonnie and boyyy was I even more disappointed)

I just find him to be incredibly compelling and the entire parker family/gemini coven live in my head rent free. the complex dynamics between them, the rules of the coven itself, the idea that maybe there's a curse involved and the siphons represent something bigger with the spirits - it's just all so cool and i wish they'd gone deeper into the lore and finished it properly. which is why i wrote my book lol

[slug-cube]

Bakugo for the character asks

1. sexuality headcanon

this can change depending on my mood, but mostly (i hc that) bakugou just uses the blanket queer term. hes not closeted, just doesnt get why its a big deal; its not anybodys business what he is, what he does, or who hes with.

2. otp

dekubaku, obviously! I could ramble on and on about it but basically i love how its a mutual obsession between both of them. they have this silent vow to each other, and its just breathtaking to watch and or read about. i honestly think no ship does it like they do.

3. brotp

platonic kiribaku is fun, but mainly I just like bakugou interacting with the interity of the class, even if sometimes they just. dont. understand him. via: the hospital scene where bakugou is risking his injured ass to go see midoriya and the class misinterprets him as wanting to FIGHT him instead of him being worried about dekus health and safety.

4. notp

honestly i dont have any HARD no's with bakugou. i dont particularly like romantic kiribaku, but its not a "IM GOING TO IMPLODE AND TAKE EVERYONE DOWN WITH ME" hard no. i only ship him with midoriya and thats.. it. lol.

5. first headcannon that pops into my head

he likes midoriyas hands; particularly his scars. i headcanon as deku having bigger hands than kacchan does, because FUCK YOU i like it that way.

6. favorite line from this character

oof. this is HARD. not because i cant pick one but litteraly because my memory is so fucking shitty, and i cant remember any. but any lines that comes out of his gremlin mouth is my favorite.

7. one way in which i relate to this character

that hes hard to love, really, but that despite everything you can learn to be better. and that you can be loved to, even at your worst. i find that aspect of his character really comforting. not that what he did wasnt wrong, but that he can improve and still be loved despite not 100% being there yet.

8. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

when his huaghty attitude in his early arcs kicked him in the ass so hard, i had to sheild my eyes away from it because my face got so red from cringing.

9. cinnamon roll or problematic fav?

tbh in fandom terms hed be a problematic fav becsuse not everybody likes him for one reason or another, but to me he is babygirl. and everybody else can fuck off if they want to think otherwise.

[kiyomitakada]

Naomi Misora

NAOMI okay disclaimer i have not read labb. i know about it solely from osmosis and that's not a very good way to understand anything. i have also not read her chapters in death note in ages. hopefully this is not obvious

favorite thing about them: i love that she whips out a fake name immediately with no change in expression. says it as smooth as anything. even tells light about each of the kanji. i wonder if she's done undercover work before

least favorite thing about them: her judging 'ryuzaki' for scuttling around on the floor. i too scuttle around on the floor. why must she discriminate against me for this.

favorite line:

for extremely selfish reasons, the manga one is "and just then, someone saying he's the son of the task force chief shows up… and that person — reminded me of L… i feel that you and he are similar, somehow."

for actual good character reasons, the labb one is "if we divided everyone in the world into those that would be better off dead and those that wouldn't, there's no doubt in my mind that he would be the former." although a very close runner-up is "you do not have the right to a fair trial." she's suuuuuch a cop <3 women who suck <3

brOTP: again I Have Not Read LABB but im already secondhand obsessed with whatever she and B have going on. she hates that guy so much.

OTP: so the actual answer is naomi x happiness x self-fulfillment x deconstructing all her punitive justice beliefs x staying alive (it's a polycule). HOWEVER everyone should read silent partner, unfinished business at some point in their lives. one of The death note fics ever. naomi/misa, 180k, naomi-survived-and-got-aphasia au, entirely rewritten yotsuba arc, somehow managed to interpret all the characters entirely differently from me (fic!misa and L skew more sympathetic and light skews more unsympathetic than i usually prefer) and disagree with me politically and yet keep me engaged for two sleepless nights where all i did was read it. what the fuck. 10/10 for the experience alone and 100/10 for this

nOTP: her and raye. i know his dialogue isn't thaaaat bad considering what other misogyny is in this series but it's still Pretty Fucking Bad! he literally said "you won't have time to think on your own once we have children, and this is a good thing"! the fuck!

random headcanon: if light had asked her on her opinion of 'vegan' vs 'real' leather he would have been able to stall for at least three more hours

unpopular opinion: i don't know what's unpopular in the labb subfandom but i wish more people talked about the fact that She Is Such A Cop. through and through. she's always in detective mode and this is a good thing when it comes to investigations and a very bad thing when it comes to "misora i don't think you should be handcuffing a freshly third-degree-burned person and telling them they have no rights." i know there is the whole thing about her not being able to shoot a kid which i commend her for, but still! this is not a healthy attitude to have! the line between haterism and fascism is thin and blue!

my other more-informed opinion based solely on the manga is that i don't think she was aware she was being controlled after light wrote her name, since raye is also not aware he's being controlled while getting on the subway, listening to light behind him, etc. in fact light explicitly writes thinks only of how best to commit suicide so all other thoughts were directly and violently wiped out of her head. which is its own kind of horror, i think

song i associate with them: sick of losing soulmates thanks to this brilliant post

favorite picture of them:

she's so lonely

[theunchainedmelody]

Regrets of a Conqueror- A My Adventures with Superman fic on Kara Zor-El. Kara x Jimmy. [one-shot]

Rating: T for themes of mind control, brainwashing, parental abuse, suicide ideation, and brief sexuality. Pairings: Karolsen (Kara/Jimmy). BROTP: Kara & Clark

Summary: A look through Kara's life under the thumb of Brainiac, a cold isolated existence. And how it changed as she met Jimmy Olsen and her cousin Clark Kent. In doing so, Kara finds both love in others and also unimaginable horror within her own memories. Based on episodes 2x5 & 2x6. Probably not totally canon compliant in the long run.

A warrior set upon a burning civilization…

The bloody sword of Brainiac, as indiscriminate and mindless as such a weapon ought to be…

That was what Kara Zor-El was reduced to in those days.

Long ago, she’d been innocent, with hands not yet soaked in blood…

“I’ll win this time!” said a child’s voice.

Kara gazed in wonder at the sight of the two Kryptonian children engaging in a peculiar activity, one whose purpose eluded her. She was no older than they, and yet Kara had never felt further apart from Krypton. Already, her father had her partaking in all sorts of exercises, mastering flight and heat vision with ease. But only recently had he shown her this recording of her home world's final days, all to offer her a clear vision of what awaited New Krypton, of what awaited the planets brought into the fold. A beautiful city of gold filled with those like her…

She ignored the contradiction as never again would Kryptonians fly in the heavens. It would forever remain a derelict memory. None now lived to take to the skies, none but her. And yet, her father, Primus Brainiac, had shown her that the death of her race need mean little if their wills endured. With his brilliant mind at the helm, she would soon lay conquest on habitable systems, visiting worlds to measure their worth and then to lead in the front lines of battle, taking on planetary guardians, like the Green Lantern corp. But right now, Kara had forgotten the entirety of her father’s aspirations altogether, being enamored by the sight of such carefree children. Laughing. Smiling. The only time Kara smiled was on those rare occasions Primus offered her words of praise, when his cold metallic fingers slid beneath her chin. As such, seeing Kryptonians frolicking about so leisurely left her young mind perplexed.

“What are you doing?” asked the child, blinking rapidly and tilting her head, as if the ghosts could somehow answer her.

Kara rewound the memory so that the same ball hitting the same crystals repeated itself. This time, Kara slipped her own hand through the hologram of the child’s form, shadowing them like a ghost. It was as if she herself were engaging in the same activity, snatching up the same crystals. Kara even mirrored the child’s laughter, that strange sound that felt unnatural coming out of her. The little puffs of air leaving her lungs were strange, but it felt rather pleasant.

Suddenly, Kara saw the ground beneath her shift as a shadow loomed over her. Instantly, she knew it to be her father. Kara’s little heart nearly skipped a beat…

“F-Father…” she said with a bow. “I… um… I finished training.”

“Indeed,” let out his robotic voice, just human enough not to alarm her. “Then why are you here and not asleep?”

“Well… I was… I wanted to learn more from the memory.”

“And what are you doing now, child?”

“I um… I’m wondering what these children were doing. Is this some sort of exercise in coordination?”

“Possibly… But it is commonly referred to as “playing”. Many citizens of Krypton engaged in such frivolous and rather pointless activities. Oh, but you have no need of such things. You are not a passive citizen, but the soon-to-be defender of its imminent empire. Your path, my child, is different. Far more remarkable.”

“Of course,” said Kara meekly. “I’m sorry for… not telling you.”

“It’s well enough,” he said. “After all you will not remember this.”

“Huh?”

“My daughter… will you comply?”

The way his helm began to let out a high pitched buzzing sound was enough to shock her. The three orbs of his headpiece display lit up a fiery red, leaving Kara staring at it as if drawn into a trance. Her eyes shifted into something closer to a corpse as her muscles relaxed. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her memories began to slip away into the trash bin of her brain.

Even with Brainiac’s regular interference, Kara would sneak out and visit that place throughout her childhood. Always drawn by both the hint of a memory, and an intrinsic need to live. To be more than her rank and designation. Kara wished to see, taste, touch, and feel the corners of the galaxy, the warmth of planets, and to know its people. Even those she sought to bring beneath her boot.

Years later…

The day Kara was sent out for battle was one of great excitement to her, a truly momentous occasion. After years of rigorous training, she’d, at last, be leading the first wave of the main invasion. She’d be expected to take lives, but she was sure she could keep casualties to a minimum, and away from the alien planet’s grand cities. As a Kryptonian, her body was more suitable than any for dominating her prey and for winning at galactic war. And yet, there was a pang of regret within her for she knew this world well. She had a memento of its greatness and fond memories of its capital. But Father had explained that the leaders of this civilization had refused his merciful offer, and thus, fought against being absorbed into the New Kryptonian Empire. And so, they left him no choice but to use force.

Brief, precise, and quick. That was how war was to be carried out under New Krypton. That was what Kara could do. And so, she gazed in awe as her warship’s massive boarding ramp stretched open to reveal the drop sight. The far off glow of the planet’s sun coming into view… Warships ablaze in the heavens… Her eyes darted downwards towards the coordinates of the dropsight below, a blanket of clouds obsuring the battlefield. Kara now inched off hte ground, floating in the air as her cape remained stagnant behind her. She heard a metallic hiss in her ear as an army of Braniac’s sentinels and mechs marched up behind her, fully prepared to follow her to the death.

“Father… I’ll make you proud,” she whispered, clutching at her chest as her heart began to race.

They will kneel.

Everything after that moment was a blur…

Kara awoke in her quarters feeling as if she’d just slept a week. Vague memories of her smashing through a warship followed, and the knowledge that the defenders had swiftly surrendered. It was perfect, all according to Primus’ flawless strategy. That was what she recalled… And yet, the details within that knowledge felt hazy as if she’d taken a planetary cannon to the face and it’d left her mind ringing.

“What time is it?” she asked herself.

It was an inconsequential question and she knew it. Her atomic clock meant little as all hours in space were the same as any other. The sun nether set nor rose in space. She simply slept when all tasks for the day were accomplished, those being exercises to increase stamina, strategy and war tactics, philosophical studies, and of course combat training with drones and warriors. Brainiac had fought mighty combatants in the past, and he was more than happy to use holograms of such to prepare her for combat. His "collection" would never be as unique as the real thing due to the android’s limited functions, but it always excited Kara to see something new. To see an alien, another being, so physiologically divorced from her own body.

Nonetheless, it also left her wishing to see at least one being with her own physiology, those of a Kryptonian. Or at least to finally visit one of the planets with people sharing the same Kryptonian traits of hair, soft flesh, two arms, two legs, and an upright posture. Naturally, a genetic match to a Kryptonian would was utterly impossible, and that was a despairing thought for her. She heard from an archive that Kryptonians used to engage in a marriage ceremony and reproductive procreation for continuing the lineage. It was yet another thing that Kara would never experience, something she simply was not meant for. She was a soldier first, and a flesh-and-blood being second. Her desire to find a mate, her sex and and gender... They meant nothing in comparison. At least, from the perspective of Primus. Sometimes she wondered if Father would remove her sexual organs or sterilize her to encourage that compliance to her function. He always felt one discussion on post-puberty away from doing so. Of course, it was all for her sake, to keep her head clear in battle.

And so, Kara could never fault him. Surely then, the fault lay within her instead, some defect or ingratitude that wounded her very character.

In any case, Kara remained in confusion while sitting atop her bed, mind sifting through empty memories to make sense of it all. She heard the electric hum as the bedroom slid open, and in walked the cloaked figure of Primus Brainiac. Kara groaned in disorientation, still feeling groggy as if she’d slept a month.

“Father, I… I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’m mentally able to provide a battle report.”

“Oh, no need, child. It is done. I’ll send you an update on the planet’s occupation soon. But… You have done well, scion.”

“I… did?” she asked. “I don’t remember it… Only a little…”

“Ah, your mind is young. Kryptonian memory is fragile thing. Perhaps the only fragile thing in that body of iron,” he said, sliding a familiar finger beneath her chin.

Kara looked up at him adoringly, bathing in the tiny bit of physical contact she was offered for her touch-starved form.

“F-Father,” she let out.

“You have done well, my daughter,” he said.

And with that, it was enough. With that, Kara could go on a bit longer without fretting or questioning. Those magic words made it far easier to push down any doubts about the righteousness of their cause and to silence her worries about the suffering they’d inflicted on others. Only when she brought him the grandest of victories would Primus offer it to her, and for that, she wondered how far she’d be willing to go to please him.

Now, once her father had departed, Kara sighed and made for the shower. As she did, she removed the metallic shoulder pads of her black suit, tiring of them despite the lack of strain such meager weight put on her limitless body. It was more that the way they poked at her eyes when she raised her arms was frustrating, not that she doubted Brainiac’s perfect creations! He’d refined Kryptonian tech into something simple yet brimming with all manner of features suited for a wide variety of possible outcomes. And so altruistically did he offer those inventions with the rest of the universe.

After her shower, Kara walked through the long stretch of her father’s cruiser until she reached her personal shuttle. It was still parked in the cargo bay right where she'd left it. While she had quarters on the ship, the Kryptonian preferred the snug enclosed walls of her own starship. Or perhaps it was because it was the only thing other than Kandor which had remained relatively unchanged. She hopped warships as she hopped systems, but her vessel had yet to be fully replaced even after several years, other than any upgrades on its computing systems and suite of weapons. As such, she found its walls rather calming and anchoring.

Her eyes went instinctively to the locker in the back of the ship. It was the single place where she dared to sin, that was… It was a place of possessions, something her father understandably forbade. It was a distraction, something unbecoming of a warrior. Even so, Kara could not help but sneak items into it, all behind her father’s back. She now admired one of its contents: a marble flower. It was a keepsake from one of the planets he’d taken her to visit in her youth, discussing how it was to once considered for colonization and terraforming in Krypton’s final days. Kara also spotted a familiar pack of military rations her father had reluctantly rewarded her with after improving her heat vision. She’d devised on eating one ration a month but she’d soon be out…

“Perhaps I’ll ask him for another as a reward for taking the planet,” she whispered.

The Kryptonian lieutenant’s eyes than flitted to the back of the locker where lay a floating stack of black blocks connected to a rod brimming with blue electricity. Her finger tapped onto the conglomeration as she recalled the kind alien man who had given it to her. The second she touched the device, one of the black blocks released a melody. Tapping it again, the music shifted into something more whimsical sounding. Kara smiled as it graced her ears. Her finger rubbed against another rod, and it began to play a recording of religious mythos. Brainiac had said that their race’s mythology was highly inaccurate, but the story had enamored her so… As had the alien man who gave it to her. Surely that planetary ambassador had come to hate her…

Her fingers ran over the small memento now, and as she did, she felt an oddity. A single tear was leaking down her face. She hadn’t cried since back when Primus threw her in the Red Sun Omega Field for the first time to increase her fortitude, to see if she could gain an immunity to it in time. The sheer discomfort of it had drawn out a few tears, but why then was this memento causing her to feel such a similar pain and distress?

“Huh?” she asked as she wiped off her tears in confusion, eying the water droplet now clinging to her fingers. “Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something? Something terrible?”

Some time later…

“Huh?” asked Kara, glazed eyes shifting to the console, as she grimaced. Her combat boots were resting atop the ship's keyboard as she stretched out her legs and leaned lazily back in her chair, hands behind her head. A position that her father would find rather unbecoming. It seemed her boredom had been broken by the cry of her ship’s sensors. It’d picked up some sort of distress beacon, one identifying itself as Kryptonian technology. The electronic signature belonged to that of a Kryptonian too, obvious in the genetic footprint, albeit one unidentified in name and registry.

She heard a voice.

A man’s voice.

It sounded non-hostile.

“Uh… Kara… I don’t know if this will work…”

He knows me?

“But if you’re out there and get this message… I’m tired of being alone…”

Kara’s blue eyes trembled at his confession…

Loneliness…

Her hand slipped to her chest where a pit seemed to reside.

Nonsense. Father filled any potential void, gave her happiness, a home, and purpose. She loved him with all of her being and there was no need for someone else…

And yet… They were the same… Her and this man…

“I thought you might be lonely too. Your cousin, Kal-El.”

Kara pulled the com device out of the ship’s dashboard and let it float there in the air. With soft eyes, she brought it to her chest, bathing in a blanket of warmth that strangely surpassed anything her beloved father offered her. Who was this man? Her cousin? To think another of her race had survived Krypton’s destruction… To think she still had family...

“I.. I need to find him,” she whispered. “I will find him.”

Now, Earth was a planet designated as “in a state of rebellion” with New Krypton. Her father had told her so the moment she confessed to the contents of the message. Strangely, the name “Earth” seemed strangely familiar despite him only now introducing it to her. It was fuzzy memory, much like those surrounding her last conquest. Naturally, Primus insisted he join her on the upcoming mission as recruiting Kal-El would immediately be followed by the taking of the blue planet.

Kara truly believed that it was for the best, what she and her sire had planned for Earth. After all, they’d be given the same rights and privileges of all model citizens of Krypton. And she told herself that her reasons were altruistic. But even Kara, blinded by dogma and denial, soon admitted to herself that this was different. Kal-El made it different, and an urge had overtaken her. The same urge that led to her sentimentality in collecting mementos of planets. Memories of visiting them had since faded, and now only touching such objects seemed to spark their reemergence. Brainiac had scanned her mind for symptoms of dementia, yet no neurological deficiencies were identified in his medical examinations. It all left Kara confused within the grey line that was her life.

And it made her all the more desperate to seek out her cousin, to speak with a living breathing Kryptonian. To find a world so different from the constraints of Krypton’s rule, all facets of it sculpted in their laws and advancements. To see a backwater planet in its infancy… Unmarred… Beautiful and lush… Rugged and ugly…

To step into…

“The unknown” she whispered as her feet touched down on what appeared to be a harbor overlooking sea water. This place matched the coordinates sent by Kal-El's interstellar signal. This was a human city surely, and it was a massive one at that. She heard it referred to as Metropolis by the residents, and it was bustling with human activity. Vehicles… passerbys… loud noises… And above, skyscrapers far more archaic than those of Krypton dwarfed the citizens, but they were no less spectacular… Strange scents entered her nostrils of delicious foods that sent her salivating. She’d visited worlds before, but never dared to partake of their food. After all, Primus might detect them in her stomach and intestines when she returned to the ship.

But today, Kara had been a bad girl. She’d broken the rules. She’d done a terrible thing and betrayed his trust. And as much as she hated herself for it, she knew this was the one time she needed to confront something alone. This was her cousin. Her blood. The one man in the universe who could understand her. A warrior like her.

Her black space suit would leave her out of place here, so she’d already scoured Earth’s databases and synthesized up something fashionable. Kara now wore a white t-shirt, black vest, and some form-fitting jeans. The outfit had made her smile when she saw it in the mirror of her ship. It was rare she got the chance to dress up, not that her plugsuit was anything but flexible and comfortable.

“Wow,” said Kara as she left an alleyway and admired the scenery once more. A moment later, some robotic vehicle intercepted her. It clearly sought her destruction, intending to ram her head on. Kara would not hesitate to bring this behemoth down, so she shifted her legs into a proper battle stance and tightened her fist… And found herself pulled to the side by an Earthling. How strange… His skeletal structure was rather fragile compared to hers so why was he so quick to aid her? And why did it feel so good being in his embrace?  Her hands seemed to instinctively press to his chest, finding it flat and a pleasant contrast to the mounds of her own. He was undoubtedly a man resembling those of Krypton and it sent her heart racing. But what truly enamored her was his concern for her.

He didn’t even know her…

Yet he risked his life for her…

Why?

“Are you alright?” he asked sweetly.

“I’m fine,” she said, but in truth, Kara was hardly offended by his concern.

He offered her his name and rank. It astounded her. Had this Jimmy Flamebird sought her out specifically, somehow anticipating her arrival? If so, then surely Kal-El was already working with the human race, and soon would be joining her in bringing it to its knees.

“You’re the leader of the planet? Then you can assist me. My name is Kara and I’m searching for someone.”

It was nice being diplomatic and cordial. Peace would always be preferable to force, no matter how fun it was to unleash her powers in a spar. Kara truly hoped Earth would gracefully surrender so none of its beauty need be tarnished. Likewise, so that none of its filth and dreck should stain her boots.

“Let’s start looking over here!” shouted the man as he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along with him down a streetway.

Kara let out a “Whoa!” in surprise, but did not resist.

She knew that perhaps she ought to be more on edge in such a foreign place, but in this Jimmy Flamebird’s grasp, she found herself rather docile. It felt good to experience this peace with him. Over the day, he began to take Kara to extraordinary places, to eateries that sent her taste buds exploding from flavors she’d never imagined. Her stomach felt bottomless as this man so charitably offered her bounty after bounty, pleasure after pleasure. Sights, sounds, tastes… All he gifted freely to her as if she were a queen. But none were so marvelous to her as Jimmy himself.

Kara hardly cared anymore whether or not he was the planetary leader he claimed to be nor whether she found Kal-El in a timely fashion. Simply being in a photobooth with him was utterly enjoyable. It was fun in the same way those memories of kids playing that Kryptonian game seemed fun. Kara grew bold, wanting to thank him, and so offered her gratitude by stuffing her own frozen treat into his mouth as another photo was taken. The way he laughed in approval made her beam back.

“Delicious,” he said.

“Right? This food is amazing. And you get to enjoy this daily?"

“Of course. Do you not get to do that? Strict parents?”

Kara’s eyes flitted away as she answered, “Restrictive? Yes. I… um…”

Jimmy asked, “What? Something wrong?”

“I’ve… um… This feels nice…”

“What does?”

Kara turned herself his way so that she was facing him as they remained in the cramped booth. Her hands came around his narrow waist as she said, “I’ve… never touched a man like this… How I’ve wished to…”

“What? Um…”

“Sorry. That must sound strange,” said Kara, swiftly pulling herself away and backing out of the black curtain of the booth. “A momentary error. Nothing more. So… where are we off to next?”

“I said I’d show you everything so let’s hit a few landmarks,” said the tall lanky man. "You have the stamina for that?"

"I have nothing but limitless energy! Come at me with your most vigorous tour!" she said, fists curling up in passion.

The way he laughed at her display, his eyes seeming to soak her in, was a marvel. My oh my. He was handsome… Taller than her with tone muscles beneath his heavy coat no doubt. A sharp jawline… Fluffy hair… A friendly voice… For a moment, Kara imagined him dragging her back into the booth, pinning her against the wall of it, and…

With haste, Kara buried down that infernal urge. Such an act offered no procreative benefits and so should be discouraged. Then again… What did it matter? She was already defying Primus in more ways than one. If not for the feeling that Jimmy seemed hesitant to accept her advances, Kara would have dared to act even more boldly.

The hours passed by them in the blink of an eye. Kara would lament how swiftly the sun shifted on such a perfect day. They’d connected in a way she’d never imagined. He was strangely a kindred soul despite leading a far more passive existence. For Jimmy too sought out that which lay beyond the known reality. Especially in efforts to find new life and new worlds. And he too hid away from fear of those he loved. It was as if they both were reaching out into the void of space for that answer, for that other person that would understand them…

Jimmy was her answer.

As the day concluded, her guide stayed true to his bargain, bringing her to the one she sought. But Kal-El was not what she’d hoped, and already she felt frustration knowing Father would be disappointed with her. She’d bring him a weakling and be admonished for her own rebellion. Brought to kneel at his boots yet again… To plead and apologize… All for this poor excuse for a Kryptonian warrior… Doing a little dance for rats… The way he let some female earthling kiss his cheek was revolting. Why would he prefer that over his own kind? It was the behavior of a deviant.

And so, Kara chastised him and upon her father’s orders, let loose to destroy him. Their battle shattered the heavens and the earth until she brought him to his knees where he belonged.

She wondered if Jimmy saw her battle with Kal-El, if it was burned into his very mind.

If he was anything like that sweet alien ambassador from back then, then Jimmy would rightfully never contact her again as long as he should live. Not that she blamed either of them.

It was fortunate this was not to be the end of Kal-El as she had originally feared. For all her disgust in him, Kara had no desire to slay her cousin. And far more fortunately, Primus Brainiac had deemed him now suitable for collecting, and thus for extraction from that filthy planet.

“Goodbye, Jimmy Flamebird,” whispered Kara as she flew up into the atmosphere, with Kal-El’s energy prison in tow behind her. Her red cape billowed behind her as she turned back towards Metropolis and lamented all that hand transpired.

I would have liked to eat ice cream with you again. To feel your arms around me…

Her loneliness was short lived. Kara swiftly delivered the photos she’d kept of the handsome tour guide into her locker only to find Kal-el was already beginning to stir.

“You kidnapped me?” he asked indignantly.

Kara found his thrashing about rather amusing, especially given she’d given him such a great honor: The gift of her. Of Krypton! Of Father and all their future endeavors under a single banner.

“Yes,” she answered. “I extricated you from that backwater planet. You’re welcome.”

Kara flashed him her fangs, offering the furious captive a haughty grin. He should adore her really for all she was granting his ungrateful ass. For now, Kal-El might resist and might even despise her. But in time, he’d grow to love her and to love the Kryptonian empire as she did. They’d rule together and be the left and right hand of Brainiac in the conquest that was to come. This was where Kal-El belonged. Kara would soon strip away his pathetic visage, to toughen up his soft infantile armor, to create a perfect warrior of Krypton. Her cousin would serve Krypton well no doubt. All it would take was time.

And so, she would be patient with him. Kal-el was surprisingly tame when she mentioned her father and she sensed he was more open minded to her words than she'd originally thought. 

“Please let me show you,” she implored kindly this time.

Kara told herself she simply playing nice in order to get what she wanted. That had been the plan but the second it left her lips, it no longer felt true. In reality, Kara was trying to rationalize her irrational mercy. Her mocking of him had done little but make him angry and left her in something resembling regret at the sight of his disdain. There was no need to lie anyway to him. From now on, they need only be honest with other.

Kal-El seemed to respond well to her request, saying, “Okay. Show me your Krypton.”

Kara was shocked it had worked. No threats were needed, no hard push. Kal-El simply had agreed to it all. A warmth hit Kara’s cheeks at his answer, realizing she was to share that memory with him. With another. Again, she found herself in a holographic memory revealing the golden age of Krypton. Already she recognized the same children playing their little game. Having fun. It triggered her own memories, that of having a hot dog with Jimmy and kicking a ball in the park much to the delight or perhaps confusion of the Earth children there.

Their laughter was now of part of her own memories, not somethin archived, belonging to another.

It was real.

Unfortunately, he seemed rather skeptical of her endorsements of Krypton. And now  Kal-El wished to win her over with his own memories, and she agreed to it in a heartbeat.

Kara watched as he revealed a fragment of his past, a snapshot that left her confused. His adoptive parents were offering a much younger Kal-El something twisted. They were playing with him. It sent a surge of ugly jealousy and spite up her spine. The way it was given so freely and so carelessly was vile. Even more, it was downright confusing to her. Did parents play with their kids? Primus had never spoken much of such rearing methods, and in truth, Kara dared not ask. Her father found such questions to reek of disloyalty to the Empire and to himself. But Kal-El established neither rules nor conditions for Kara to follow. And his parents held no such rules for him. Except for one. Hold back. While her father encouraged her to reach her full potential, his “parents” taught him to be soft, to hide his heritage away. To be ashamed of his power, of his alien blood. It disgusted her. This poor man was indoctrinated, kept prisoner by the Earthlings. She would liberate him.

As the memory ended, Clark tore off her memory harvester from his head, returning it to the locker. Immediately, panic entered Kara’s head knowing she would be exposed. All she could do was beg.

“No! Wait! Don’t look in there!” she pleaded. “Don’t!”

In hindsight, Kara could have simply attacked him, yet she found herself less and less willing to harm him.

Kal-El had snatched up one of her keepsakes of Jimmy, a pictured memory of them in that photo booth.

“Is this Jimmy? You know Jimmy? My Jimmy?! When did you even meet him?”

Feeling her emotions grow fuzzy from a blanket of humiliation, Kara snapped, “It’s Reconnaissance of Jimmy Flamebird, the leader of your planet!”

“The leader of what now?”

Kara was unable to hold herself back any longer, and so, desperately took to the air and flew at him. She swiped at the embarrassing image. To her dismay, Kal-El seemed to casually dodge it and throw her off course. She floated in circles, attempting to pry it from his grasp but to no avail.

“Give it! Don’t!”

“Wait wait wait… Do you… Like Jimmy?”

Kal-El’s face lit up in absolute delight, a surprise given she’d viciously kidnapped him earlier but right now, Kara wasn’t feeling guilty. She was feeling her ears burn. Her cheeks were practically ablaze like a Blue Giant… She realized that her affections for that man, affections that went far past the platonic, were now revealed to her protégé. It made no sense what she felt for Jimmy Flamebird, but having it recognized still left her desperately needing to deny it.

“What? No. I don’t even know what that means!”

Her pleading innocence was no lie, but Kara still felt rather avoidant in doing so. What was Jimmy to her really? What madness could bring out a yearning of fondness and a lustful craving just by recalling his face? And beneath it all, why did it poison her with self-hatred for leaving him behind? Kara simply lacked the word to name that affection. All she knew was that the affection she felt for Jimmy differed from the growing affection she felt for Kal-El and the love she had for Primus Brainiac. And honestly, these differing affections for Jimmy and Kal-El existing at all rocked her entire world. Perhaps her brain was going bad too, much like Kal-El’s own.

“Wait until Jimmy finds out an alien has a crush on him.”

That part angered Kara the most. She’d never harm a civilian, especially not her Jimmy!

“I will not crush him!” she protested.

In time, the cousins decided on visiting one of the conquered worlds, a chance for Kara to show her rebellious kin the benefits of joining the Empire. Again, Kara was disobeying her father, going off course to do as she wished. It was truly for Kal-El’s own good, but perhaps it was also because she hadn’t visited it in forever. Not since the start of the invasion. How had the Thanagarian home world fared since then she wondered. Surely it was thriving under Primus’ rational and compassionate rule… In place of the Green Lantern’s planetary guardian, one she’d defeated herself, Thanagar was granted something far better: the eternal protection of all of Krypton’s might.

A shame an asteroid field of ice blocked Kara from landing.

Now, as they decided on removing said obstacle, Kara found herself an opportunity to lay a prank on her cousin, a bit of revenge for her earlier humiliation. She flew out into the void of space to join Kal-El, who was, as always, looking completely clueless. The second he saw her, Kara pretended her mask was malfunctioning. Her prisoner seemed to be under the impression his lungs were that of humans given the way he demanded one of the atmospheric masks each time he departed her starship. And that mistake was rife for pranking.

“Help!” she begged, choking in the worst bit of acting of her life.

“Kara?” he asked. “No! No! What do I do?!”

Kara let out a husky laugh before wiping a tear from her eye.

She exclaimed, “Your face. Kal-El, we’re Kryptonian! We don’t need these!”

She swooped in on him, feeling another surge of affection, as she found herself sadistically enjoying how easy it was to annoy and tease him. This man seemed to have plenty of buttons to press, to make him react most amusingly. It was also fascinating to her how Kal-El sounded genuinely worried for her. Despite the horrible things she’d subjected him to, Kal-El oddly cared about her wellbeing. Perhaps that was why Jimmy liked him.

Kara poked him on the forehead, flying over his shoulder to play with his head from behind as if she were massaging his brain matter. Mockingly, she sang, “So easy to mess with your sad little Earth brain.”

“That’s not funny!” he barked as he surprisingly went on the offensive, not that Kara minded. Being pushed back into the asteroid field was shocking but there was no danger here. There was none as she picked a fight with her cousin using floating boulders of snow and debris as her weapon of choice. Was this combat training? Was it them playing a game? Who cared? Right now, all that mattered was the sheer thrill of this moment, one spent with Kal-El.

“Yes! Much better! This is… neat,” she confessed.

Warmly, he replied, “Yeah. It is. Very neat.”

Again, Kara blushed as she realized that already she loved Kal-El. She loved him how she loved her father, only this time there was no danger. Kal-El didn’t much like her, but she need not fear letting him down by showing weakness or sentimentality. He set no limits in this game of snow, no admonishments that left her feeling like a disappointment. He wouldn’t sigh and state that this moment must end so they could resume training. He’d let her do as she wished and that was a wonderful feeling.

I want to protect him.

That was what she realized.

How horribly it all went after that. Kara had truly and utterly failed to protect him… Kara had led him straight into the clutches of her father, trusting he had the best of intentions for them both. She’d trembled beneath Brainiac’s judgmental gaze as he branded her a “wayward daughter”, wanting to cry knowing his disappointment in her. Only to sink into his cradling fingers as he instead praised her. Had she been less foolish then perhaps she’d not have made the choice she’d forever regret.

Kara had left Kal-El alone with her father.

Even after finding Thanagar in ruins, something that contradicted Brainiac’s own reports… Even then, she'd left them alone. How naïve was she to spend her life ignoring what was so obvious, what had left her heart aching all these years? The feeling that there was always something her father concealed from her, rationalizing it as somehow her immaturity that prevented it. For such a fierce warrior, why was Kara so utterly weak willed in his clutches?

Now, when she found her cousin in the training room, Kal-El was unconscious at the feet of her father’s warriors. His body was battered and bruised. Kara was left horrified at the sight, wanting to rush to his aid. But it was not to be. Brainiac would force her to again forget, but only after he left her crumbling in pieces with his sadistic words. Even after a life dedicated to him, Primus labeled her a disappointment and accused her of shaming her fallen kin with her rebellion. In reality, this was simply who he’d always been. An owner using her as a cute pet to bite at vermin, giving her affirmation so she’d happily submit. Hating her if she so much as thought to bark back. No, in truth, she was simply a puppet occasionally let off the strings. She simply forgot every time she was thrown back into the puppet show.

Brainiac’s brainwashing and wiping of her memories would have proved the end of her rebellion, if not for  the one variable he’d not accounted for in his infinite algorithm. For there were mementos gathered in secrecy. Returning to her vessel, Kara stumbled upon familiar relics… One of those being a photograph of Jimmy Flamebird.

Of the man she was beginning to fall in love with…

Love…

Was that the word?

It called to her from across the stars, beckoning her to Earth…

He was her temptation.

In Kara’s other hand, she held up a memento of Thanagar, and it brought back the harrowing memory of visiting it with Kal-El. She’d expected a thriving world only to find it purged down to the last survivor. Its cities lay in ruins. She recalled the pain she felt as Kal-El believed her evil, that she had purposefully wiped out an entire planet. His disdain for her was as soul-crushing as that of Primus’ own. It had left her begging and pleading for him to look at her as if she were innocent, wanting nothing more than for him to forgive her of a crime she did not commit.

What a shame she was anything but innocent.

Kara would realize that when she revisited Thanagar a second time, along with the other worlds she’d conquered. All were barren and void of life.

Within Thanagar’s capital, lay a mural ever obscured by Brainiac’s own tech. Once revealed by her repeated command, it displayed the day of reckoning. Of winged warriors falling to hellfire, all at the hands of The Warrior. Of herself.

“No…” she whimpered.

It was pointless. Simply seeing it was enough to elicit brief flashes of those events, ones no living being should ever witness.  All had been done under Brainiac’s compulsion as he violated her mind and made her his puppet in his galactic war. Under his control, Kara had done things she could not fathom. Her mind simply was not equipped to comprehend the magnitude of such death, of an entire planet snuffed out at her hands. One of many. Without emotion, Kara had unleashed her heat vision upon the surface, decapitating cities and de-atomizing armies. Turning warriors to ash and civilians into dust. No thought nor emotion had passed through her head back then save Brainiac’s unbreakable orders, but the sensory memory remained. Kara could recall the sound of it. The terrible horrid sound of a thousand people screaming in terror as she slaughtered them with another flash of heat.

Thousands…

Millions…

Billions…

Billions lay dead at her hand. Entire civilizations wiped out by the destroyer of worlds.

Her father had betrayed her truly and utterly. Perhaps since the very beginning. And she’d brough Kal-El right into his hands, dooming him to be the next weapon of Primus Brainiac.

“No… I couldn’t… I couldn’t have…” she whimpered, falling onto her knees before the mural of the dead.

Her fingers tore into her cheeks, nails digging into the flesh and ripping out strands of hair.

“I… I don’t remember…”

Only fragments did she recall… But it was enough to make her vomit, spilling up what remained of the Earth food Jimmy had given her.

“What have I done?” Kara let out through tears before flying off into the atmosphere. In mere seconds, she was in orbit of the derelict world. When last she visited, it was a proud planet belonging to those that flew much like her, something that gave her a sense of kinship. And now, it was simply a graveyard that would rot for all time. Kara stared in awe of it before curling up in a fetal position, letting herself float motionless in zero gravity. Space was so quiet but her head was spinning. She then wondered how to handle the guilt that was consuming her very being. Should she go confront her father and rescue Kal-El? They'd both surely die or be made eternal slaves. And if they survived? What then? Should she spend her life trying to redeem herself, all for sins that she could not atone for in a thousand years? Even more, there was no one left to forgive her. And if they had survived, they’d deeply despise her and they'd be right to. There was no one left in the galaxy who loved her. None but Clark.

“Kal-El… Clark… What should I do?”

Kara considered finding Kryptonite and letting it consume her from the inside out. A painful death but it’d be over quickly. Or perhaps she would let a black hole pull her apart into mere string. Or find the Green Lantern Corps so they might take her into custody for her crimes, probably throwing her into one of their sciencells with an eternal sentence.

“It’s not my fault… It’s not my fault,” cried Kara, thrashing about as her tears sparkled like diamonds, their shimmer produced from light rays cast by the planet’s sun. Her tear drops floated in front of her, slowly being pulled in by the planet’s feint gravity well. Kara would weep and deny it, but it did her little good. No matter how Kara rationalized it, acknowledging the truth that she lacked any control in the genocides, still she could not find solace nor forgive herself. There was simply no return from what she’d been made to do.

“Did you ever really love me?” she whispered to the black void of space, as if hoping Father could hear despite her disabling communications.

Did Jimmy still care at all for her? He’d never reciprocate what she felt for him. Not after this. Not after he knew what a monster had dared to long for him.

Only Clark remained and he’d soon be lost. But Kara would not let it be so. She would save him even if she could not save herself.

Suddenly, Kara found herself left in awe as an oddity occurred before her, that of a starship emerging from a portal out of space and time. Or so it seemed. Swiftly, Kara flew in front of the small vessel, a single hand of hers possessing the might to hold back its thrusters effortlessly. She gazed inside, wishing to inspect its passengers. Who would seek out Thanagar long after its demise? Her eyes scanned over the cockpit, only to see a host of beings she failed to immediately recognize. A machine. Some sort of hairy being. A woman who she did not know except through Clark’s strange memory. All meant nothing to her. All but one.

She asked in disbelief, “Jimmy Flamebird?”

Fate had brought him back to her somehow. She wondered if he was a dream… A hallucination brought on from the madness of realizing her own past. He was so beautiful… Looking up at her in shock from his seat in cockpit… But surely, he would not be in a place like this, seeing as his world’s technology was ill-suited for interstellar travel.

Even so, she wanted to believe.

Kara needed him more than ever if she were to do the first bit of good in her long sorry life. Together, perhaps they stood a chance in rescuing poor Kal-El from the very Empire she’d built. Perhaps then, she could still save Kal-El from his fate and save Earth from extinction. Kara was no hero, but she’d save them all, nonetheless.

The End.

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Fiyero and Boq (Wicked)

I'm not really a die-hard Wicked fan, but here goes. This is for the musical only, since I haven't read the novel.

Warning: spoilers below.

Fiyero

Favorite thing about them: That despite seeming like a silly playboy at first, he proves to be a kindred sprit to Elphaba, who loves and respects her as she is, who tries to help and defend her when no one else in Oz is willing to do so, and who ultimately sacrifices everything for her, even (nearly) his life.

Least favorite thing about them: That he leads Glinda on by not breaking up with her even as he starts to fall for Elphaba, and then goes along with their engagement even though he doesn't want to marry her. He should have ended things between them long before it reached that point.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be snarky.

*I dislike fakeness and selling out.

*I can seem like just a fun-lover, but really I think and feel deeply.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I'm not royalty.

*I was never a partying troublemaker in college.

Favorite line: His joke when Elphaba tells him she realizes he's not as shallow and self-absorbed as he seems:

"Excuse me, there's no pretense here: I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow."

And these lines from his dialogue with Glinda at the beginning of Act II, where he calls her out on her tragic flaw of choosing fame and popularity over everything else:

"You can't leave because you can't resist this. And that is the truth."

And when she objects that no one could resist it: "You know who could. Who has."

brOTP: His horse Feldspur in the movie, and probably Boq, especially if we keep the Scarecrow and Tin Man's friendship in mind. Not to mention Dorothy, even though their interactions are kept offstage.

OTP: Elphaba.

nOTP: Glinda.

Random headcanon: Hmmm... In the movie, he really did eat grass as a child. He's not just joking when he says he did.

Unpopular opinion: I like him better than Glinda as a romantic partner for Elphaba. Of course I understand that Elphaba and Glinda's bond is more central and more fleshed out, I see the appeal of Gelphie as a ship, and I know how much Gelphie means to countless fans. But personally? Without denying Glinda's importance to Elphaba, I prefer Fiyero as her love interest. He embraces her values and comes through for her in a way that Glinda only does at the very end, and no attempts I've read by Gelphie shippers to dismiss that fact ring true for me. As a couple, Fiyeraba reminds me in many ways of Esmeralda and Phoebus in Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame (these Stephen Schwartz musicals have recurring themes!), and I don't see many fans putting down that pairing, even though they're a bit underdeveloped too, and even though Esmeralda's friendship with Quasimodo is more central to the plot. On the contrary, the fans hold up their love as the main example of healthy love in that story! Besides, if we don't think Elphaba really loves Fiyero, then "No Good Deed" loses its power. If he's just "comphet" to her, why should his apparent death break her so much that she resolves to really be wicked and kidnaps Dorothy? And the reveal that he's still alive is what snaps her out of her breakdown and lets her reconcile with Glinda in the end. I have nothing against shipping Gelphie, but I can't dismiss Fiyeraba as just "boring comphet" the way most of the fandom seems to do.

Song I associate with them: "Dancing Through Life"

"As Long as You're Mine"

Favorite picture of them:

Norbert Leo Butz

Aaron Tveit

Andy Karl

Derrick Williams with Stephanie J. Block (more actors of color should play the role)

Adam Garcia with Idina Menzel

Jonathan Bailey in the movie

Boq

Favorite thing about them: Well, when we first meet him at least, he's a sweet, adorkable character, and if the Tin Man we know from The Wizard of Oz is a mostly accurate portrait of how he behaves on his journey with Dorothy, he never really loses those qualities.

Least favorite thing about them: First that he leads Nessarose on (a recurring flaw among the young men in this story, it seems) and lies about why he asked her out, even if his reason is to avoid hurting her. And later, of course, that he becomes such a bloodthirsty witch hunter, out to kill Elphaba for turning him into tin even though she saved his life by doing so.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be socially awkward.

*I'm not always good at standing up for myself.

*Sometimes I want to blame people for doing things that made me uncomfortable, when really those things were good for me.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I've never had any romantic entanglements with witches.

*I've never been turned into tin.

Favorite line: His verse in "March of the Witch Hunters," even though it's his darkest moment:

And this is more than just a service to the Wizard I have a personal score to settle with El... With The Witch!

It's due to her I'm made of tin Her spell made this occur So for once, I'm glad I'm heartless I'll be heartless killing her!

And the Lion also has a grievance to repay If she'd let him fight his own battles When he was young He wouldn't be a coward, today!

brOTP: In the Shiz days before things go bad, Fiyero, Nessarose, Elphaba and Glinda (especially in the deleted scene from the movie that shows them all hanging out together). And after he becomes the Tin Man, Dorothy.

OTP: None.

nOTP: Nessarose or Glinda.

Random headcanon: When he sees Elphaba "melt," he'll be unexpectedly horrified; he'll find himself remembering their days at Shiz and the girl she once was, and realize that seeing her die horribly doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. (I'm basing this on the Tin Man's close-to-tears face after the Witch melts in the 1939 Wizard of Oz: we'll see if Wicked: For Good has Ethan Slater react in a similar way or not.)

Unpopular opinion: Even though he's far from blameless, nothing justifies Nessarose stripping him and all the other Munchkins of their rights and forcing him to stay with her, then trying to magically brainwash him into loving her. He may deserve some karma for lying about his feelings for her, but he doesn't deserve all that.

Song I associate with them:

His part in "Dancing Through Life"

"March of the Witch Hunters"

Favorite picture of them:

Christopher Fitzgerald

Riley Costello

Ethan Slater in the movie

[heroictoonz]

king I've been putting off a rewatch of s15-17 for ages do u think its worth it

My instinct is so say no save yourself but like jokes aside I think that’s up to you like, I always said that they gave the RvBs a “bad ending” and that they ruined Tucker’s character post Chorus however, that was back when season 16 was literally first coming out

Flash back here but so when s16 was coming out I was just getting more and more upset with the writing of the show especially and honestly almost specifically Tucker. Somewhere near the end of s16 I stopped watching (didn’t even finish the season) and then after a bit I heard that the next season was gonna revolve around whole new characters

Now this, I only recently learned was weird miscommunication. See I’m trash ass shit at keeping up with news of shit even shit that I like so for the longest time I thought the story of this group I’ve been following since I was a teenager ended at s16 which KILLED me inside so I swore off the rest of the show and vowed to never watch it. Instead I mostly just rewatched Chorus or s1-s13 if I wanted to rewatch the “whole” show. Basically just watching till the end of Chorus and stopping. Every time I tried to go rewatch s15 to mmmaybe finish the show I kept remember how bad things got and kept running away

I’m gonna give some vague spoilers from here on out but it’s cause I do genuinely wanna talk about how I feel having literally only a few minutes ago finished s16 and s17 for the first time

I decided to finish RvB LITERALLY last night like no joke and it’s cause I saw spoilers out of context for s19 and I was like fuck it I need to see what the hell that is show is over anyways might as well finish it. So I am doing that now

I rewatched/finished s16 and fucking hated it. The good parts were Wash being cute and silly and my favorite guy ever of all time and forever. There’s also Grif and this character named Huggins they’re like on god one of my new brotps of all time damn RvB writes some good ass season specific supporting cast cause holy shit man. Also! I liked that Kai was in it! I enjoy Kai so so so so so much! I’ve always wanted more of her in the show! UNFORTUNATELY!

Tucker is so hard to watch. It’s so honest to god painful to watch. Maybe that’s what they were going for I don’t know. But, having now seen season 17 I get what they were TRYING to do I just don’t fully like how they did it.

In s17 Tucker admits to himself that the reason why in s16 he was acting so weird and gross and toxic masculinity “I have to have the biggest and most talented dong in the room at all times or I’ll kms” character ever is cause he was trying to be a leader

It’s sounds stupid and personally I think it IS stupid but now that I know what they were TRYING to write it makes these post Chorus seasons more bearable.

Basically, Tucker spent all that time in Chorus forced to be a leader. Once he finally got comfortable in the position of one Chorus no longer needed them. He wanted to keep being a leader keep feeling like a leader and it went to his head. He tried acting cool and tough and macho cause that’s what he thought a leader was and he says this! Out loud he admits all this to himself in s17! And honestly? That’s SUCH a good fucking concept it’s super fucking interesting and I really dig it plus with Tucker FAILING at being the leader it gave Donut well deserved character growth. I’ve always hated how sidelined Donut got compared to the others cause I’ve always liked him but s17 is definitely Donut’s season and to see him finally get screen time and respect and also have genuine moments of connection with the others was honestly really fucking awesome

So, do I like s16? God no. Do I recommend it watching it? Hard to say. You have to watch it if you wanna finish the show. Is finishing the show worth it? Honestly I dunno yet I haven’t seen 18 or 19 so it’s to be seen rn. But s17 where not perfect was definitely better than 16 and gave better insight on what they were trying to do. I don’t like the execution I don’t think it was as done very well but I like the ideas I like what they were attempting

S15 I admittedly do not fucking remember at all cause again it’s not a season I’ve rewatched more than maybe twice cause I kept stopping cause I just did not wanna deal with what I knew was coming. And I know me I know myself I know if I tried rewatching the show from the start or even s15 in an attempt to finish it I’d ever fucking do it so instead I just started from s16 and went forward

I don’t remember out right hating s15 but similar to the above I think there were good ideas and not all of them were perfectly done in writing. Also there’s this like really cool interesting thing that is about Tucker that then ends up being a stupid child support payment joke and that sucks so much it makes me so burningly livid I don’t even have a joke here it just makes me mad

But! It brings in the concept of other reds and blues other soldiers that were left in the rubbles of project freelancer which is super interesting again I think they coulda done more with specific parts of it and the “Tucker doesn’t pay child support for the buncha kids he fucked into existence” joke sucks especially when they CONSTANTLY SHOW HIM AS A VERY DOTING AND LOVING FATHER it’s fine I’m not mad I’m not bitter I promise

But uh yeah honestly if you like the show a lot I say watch it even if it sucks. Some of my biggest special interests are GARBAGE shows with writing so bad it makes me wanna commit actual arson. But, I love the characters I love the settings and I love what could have been maybe that’s why I always keep sticking around in stuff like this lol even if it sucks I like to imagine what could make it better cause I love it! And if I didn’t love it I wouldn’t care to put as much energy into wanting it to be better as I do! That’s the same with RvB! I wish it was better I wish SSOOOO BADLY that it was better but it’s cause I love it so fucking much not out of any sort of hate if that makes sense?

Idk tldr it’s up to you and you might suffer a bit but if you love the show I say go for it

Aaaand it’s 2am and I read ur ask wrong I thought that said “watch” not “rewatch” but? Points still stand I’m the kinda person that will rewatch even the seasons I hate to remember why I like the ones I love (I’m looking at you Ninjago season 3 you hot fucking garbage that I’ve sadly seen more times than I would like)

[raelis1]

I know its an obvious choice, but Lex for the character meme

Thank you! and nothing wrong with obvious choices, I always welcome the chance to talk/think about my blorbos!

And I'll be talking about Smallville!Lex only. Not really familiar with any other versions.

favorite thing about them - his bravery, intergrity, sense of humor, devotion to those he loves, how much he genuinely struggles to be a better person despite all of the odds being stacked against him

least favorite thing about them - the way he keeps giving Lionel chances and falling for his ploys, his fatalism, the fact he absolutely can't let go of...pretty much anything (which is also I thing I love about him, paradoxically enough), his tendency to put the people in his life on pedestals (the Kents, Lana, his mother...)

favorite line - Smallville is not a show known for great dialogue, but Lex did have some bangers (-"I want a lawyer."/"And I want a ponytail! Disappointment abounds." /"And naturally, you came to my little shop of horrors to foil my ingenious plot to repopulate the planet with vegetation."/"The funny thing about obsession is it outlives everything ... even love.") But I'll go with his entire speech to Earl in Jitters because that's when he was at his most authentic and badass, and it's when I fell in love with the character.

brOTP - aside from Clark, I'm having a hard time picking favorites. Lex and Lana, Lex and Chloe, Lex and Lois, Lex and the Kents... I love all of his dynamics for their potential, but that potential was never fully realized, and Lex was one of the most isolated characters on the show (most of his interactions were with Lionel, Lana and Clark), so it's difficult to single any of the characters out.

OTP - Clark, always and forever

nOTP - used to be Lana (sorry, all my mutuals who love Lexana 😭), but I'm neutral towards the ship now, so the closest is Helen because she's one of the very few characters that I think Lex has no chemistry with at all.

random headcanon - he's half Jewish on his mother's side.

unpopular opinion - depends on where it's unpopular. In my Lex-loving circle my unpopular opinion is that I don't care for romantic Lexana. I understand why people like them, but they just don't click for me like that, and I wasn't a fan of how their dynamic changed once Lex caught feelings. Another unpopular opinion is I don't like Onyx and Nemesis. These episodes have some really good scenes, but overall I don't like the way Lex is characterized in them. Nemesis is a huge missed opportunity, and Onyx' shallow take on villain!Lex never fails to piss me off. One more unpopular opinion - I can't stand Lex's scene with Clark in the finale. Like, I genuinely hate it.

song i associate with them - Crashed by Daughtry (doubles as the Clex song)

favorite picture of them - I lost my pictures folder, so have a gif instead! It's so typically Lex, I can't help but love it.