#ok but im going absolutely off the walls bonkers with this chapter

[discount-kirishima]

so early on and they're already this intense, like ????????? ok wolfwood, no one asked you to offer your entire life but whateverrrr

[gontagokuhara]

ok ok. you gave us your opinions on v3’s amount of batshit bonkers, but what are your feeling on sdr2, the batshittiest bonkers game by far

anon you are absolutely correct everyone really did lose it during sdr2

sexy byakuya: i will concede that sexy byakuya did not have real reason to go bonker, given who they were impersonating and their situation in general. however, i am disappointed that they were not given the chance to go truly feral at some of the other characters.

teruteru: he was unhinged right from the get go, but not in a good way. but truly is propensity for going bonkers culminated in his FOOLISH plan to kill komaeda instead of, You Know, fucking telling everyone that nagito threatened to kill somebody? a true jester, indeed

mahiru: she had potential, but none of it was ever acted on. being hiyoko’s, who i’ll get to in a minute, girlfriend was pretty wack, but i think she should have lost it more directly. batshit lesbian rights

peko: she did NOT shy away from going completely bonkers and i absolutely respect that. the entirety of trial 2 was absolutely insane, all thanks to her. that said, some of her more nuts thought processes were an outcome of bad writing (i do NOT like that ‘im a tool’ shit) so i cant enjoy it to its fullest potential. also trial 2 sort of sucked in general. sorry queen

ibuki: FERAL ICON!!!!! ibuki is bonkers in the early 2000s rawr lawl xd sort of way, and i ADORE it. she is straight up unhinged girl representation at its BEST. shes near perfect in that regard

hiyoko: she is kokichi 1.0; the prototype of the small batshit mean troublemaker, if you will. she excels at exuding feral energy because im pretty sure she is feral. that amount of sugar going into that tiny a body can only lead to chaos, and i respect that

mikan: no, mikan did not go bonkers. i will explain this in a moment.

her: i consider pre-trial 3 mikan and trial 3 mikan two different characters, the latter of whom ive unaffectionately dubbed ‘her’. ‘her’ is not mikan; she is the outcome of incompetent writing parading itself as mikan. ‘her’ went bonkers, as anyone can see by looking at how the latter half of trial 3 plays out. but its not in a good, fun, or compelling way, nor is it in a way that makes sense or adds anything to the narrative. it sucks. one day i’ll write a dissertation on why 2-3 is ass.

nekomaru: nekomaru is bonkers from the get go, but contrasted to ‘her’, its in a fun, lighthearted way! nekomaru’s character is lacking in care in a lot of places (thanks for NOTHING, writing team) and his nuttiness is no different.

gundham: LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT A SINGLE LINE GUNDHAM SAYS THE WHOLE GAME. HE IS ONE OF THE MOST BATSHIT, OFF THE WALL CHARACTERS IN THE ENTIRE SERIES, AND I ADORE HIM FOR IT! FERAL DEMON RIGHTS!

komaeda: o. oh my god. the king himself. there is no one who rivals his bonkers nature. he is truly the pinnacle of bananas dr characters. that said, though, he’s actually written pretty fucking terribly from a standpoint of mental health and real decency at ALL, so a lot of his more out there tendencies are played not for lighthearted laughs, but for cruelty and to play into (homophobic, ableist) stereotypes. in an ideal world, nagito is the perfect unhinged character. but he is not and it is because of homophobia. come see my tedtalk on this next week

chiaki: she wasnt given a personality let alone a chance to showcase any nutty tendencies. my heart breaks thinking about the potential that was wasted with her.

akane: again, a character not treated with respect at all throughout the game. when youre laughing, youre laughing *at* her, not with her. not great feral representation, esp when you take into account some of the stereotypes shes given...not great.

fuyuhiko: chapter 3 fuyuhiko was pretty off the shits, if the whole [laughs uncomfortably] thing is any hint. his deep routed disgust with things like underage drinking and premarital sex is even moreso bonkers, somehow, so i approve. could have been better, though

kazuichi: hes bonkers but not in a fun way (at least, not most of the time). potential was there, but he fell flat. sad

sonia: FERAL WOMAN LEGEND. she has these MOMENTS of being absolutely hysterical with just how off the wall she can be, but its fairly rare, so not great:( sonia should have drop kicked someone at least once

hajime: being arguably the biggest dick of all the protags (AND I SAY THIS AFFECTIONATELY, I ADORE HAJIME) he had some real potential, however he didnt get to shine in terms of being bananas as much as i would have liked. super saiyan hajime chapter 6 was pretty uh. it was sure something though

[starie-writes]

Work In Progress

Summary:

“You want me to marry you for money?” Steve asked, confused.

“No!” Tony blurted, “No, that is something I definitely do not want.”

Chapter 1:

“What are you doing?” Natasha demanded as she stalked into his office.

“Working,” he answered matching her disbelieving tone. He gestured at his desk, littered with abandoned coffee cups and chewing gum wrappers, before looking up at her.

She looked stunning. She always looked stunning, but it was usually in an understated way that you forgot about once you really knew her. Tonight she was all elegant poise in a black evening gown and dripping with diamonds. Steve briefly wondered if they were real or paste; you never knew when it came to Natasha.

“The benefit starts in forty-five minutes, Steven. And it’s across town.”

“Benefit?” He asked adjusting the line on elevation in front of him.

“Yes, Steve,” she huffed, “The benefit. The benefit where the New York Historical Building Foundation is honoring you for your work on the Astor Mansion rehabilitation. That benefit.”

“I didn’t think you were serious about that,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair and tossing his pencil on the desk.

“Steven,” she looked him straight in the eye, “when do I joke about free champagne?”

“You should go. Accept the thing on my behalf...”

“I am not your secretary or your mother, Steve.” Natasha growled.

“I will never make it home and...”

“Your tuxedo is on the back to the door. The Three Stooges and I will meet you in the car downstairs.”

“The Three... Bucky?”

“Yes,” she answered softly. “James is waiting. He is thrill...not thrilled, but happy to celebrate your accomplishment. Also for free champagne.”

“Ok, Nat,” he smiled ruefully, “ok.”

“You have ten minutes to get your ass in the car or I’m sending Clint to retrieve you,” she called over her shoulder as she sauntered down the hall.

***

“Tony!” Pepper’s voice echoed through the garage, her ridiculously high-heeled shoes clicking across the polished concrete.

“Pepper! Light of my life,” he crowded as he rolled away from the work bench.

“Don’t start, Tony,” she answered trying not to smile. “You were supposed to be ready a half hour ago.”

“I know you’re going to be totally shocked but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The New York Historical Building Foundation benefit?”

“The New York Historical...”

“We talked about this, Tony. Two weeks ago!”

“Well... I’m very busy. Throw some money and an apology at them and have a good time.”

“Absolutely not! This is a part of the plan to rehabilitate your image. You agreed that since shutting down...”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved a hand dismissively, “Since shutting down weapons manufacturing I need to reassure the shareholders that I have not gone completely fucking bonkers.”

“I wouldn’t have said it quite like that, but yes. Stock prices fell again today. The third quarter numbers are looking grim.”

“And the answer is to go to the New York Historical Building Foundation benefit?”

“Not entirely...Darcy thought it would be a good start. It’s small. Dinner and a brief awards ceremony only.”

“Well you know I endeavor to only miss awards ceremonies where I am the one being awarded,” he told her with a sweeping bow. “I will be ready in ten minutes.”

“You better make it fifteen,” Pepper smiled softly and tossed him a rag from the work bench, “You have grease in your hair.”

***

Steve changed into the tux and slid into the waiting car with nineteen seconds to spare. According to Clint who was wearing both a classically tailored tuxedo and an awful purple paisley tie.

“Well Hello Captain, Clint crooned and wagged his fingers in Steve’s direction. “Hawkeye,” Steve greeted touching his fingers to his temple in salute. Sam tried to kick him, but Clint dodged artfully causing Sam’s kick to land squarely on Bucky’s shins.

“Motherfu-“ the rest of the expletive was drowned out when Nat clapped her hand of his mouth. “Children!”

“I’m going to murder you,” Bucky growled at Sam. His voice stone grinding on gravel. He turned to ace Steve, “Hey, Stevie,” Bucky’s tone perked up and his glower became a face-splitting grin.

“He-ey, Buck,” Steve nodded, “How’s it going?”

“Well...I’m wearing a monkey suit, but Nat promised to,” Natasha jabbed Bucky in the side and he stopped talking. Abruptly. “I’d say it’s a fifty-fifty split.”

“Uh huh,” Steve nodded.

“Let’s get this circus on the road,” Sam called to their driver.

***

Tony was carrying his jacket in the crook of his arm and fiddling with his cuff links when he found Pepper in the living room with her heels kicked off and feet curled under her typing away on a StarkPad. “As ravishing as you look,” he gave her his most charming grin, “If I am required to wear a tux, I don’t think you’ll pass muster in office wear.”

“That’s because I’m not going...”

“Excuse me, what?” He asked

“I’m not going with you,” she sighed unfurling herself. She took paid his jacket on the back of a nearby chair and straightened his tie as he finished with the cuff links, “Image rehabilitation, Tony. You’re supposed to be...”

“Being the best I can be?” He grinned taking her by the hand and twirling her.

“It doesn’t work if people assume you’re only there because I henpecked you into it.”

“You did henpeck me into it,” he reminded her, “You and Lewis and your plan...”

“I will see you tomorrow, Tony,”

She gathered her things and slipped back into her shoes, “We can even order burgers from that place you like,” she offered.

“Such liberties, Ms. Potts,” he grasped his chest dramatically and slumped against the wall. “Have we forgotten that I’m the boss,” he asked as the stepped in the the elevator.