#tend to be dumber about books god knows why... is there no hope left is this hell. or do i just need to stop logging on goodreads fr

[concordewillfly]

i have to learn not to read the reviews on goodreads unless its my friends because everyone on there is stupid and its genuinely upsetting to me personally... i need to stop looking for goodness in that hopeless place

[jenoismydad]

2 + 3 = You In Me

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Pairing: Tutor!Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp), Slight Angst, College AU

Words: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis: He agrees to tutor you and you end up becoming good friends even though you both so clearly want to be more. What happens when you let you bodies talk for you?

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Jaemin was coming over to help you prepare for a test. You had no clue how he'd agreed to assist you, but you were thankful nonetheless. Jaemin rarely ever studied with girls. Mostly because they were always hitting on him. But it seemed you were an exception. You wondered why but you figured it was because he was trying to make some extra money.

Yes, Jaemin made you pay him. He made everyone pay him so you didn't think too much of it. From what you'd heard, his methods never failed to prove effective. You hoped he could help you study well enough to pass this test. After all, a majority of your grade depended on it.

You'd spent a good amount of your time trying to prepare a nice study space for you both to sit at in your apartment. So far you'd only managed to clean your coffee table and place two cushions for seats at its feet.

Jaemin would be here any minute. You rushed to get everything you'd need for the day, wanting to keep it all ready so that you wouldn't have to interrupt the study session. Your bell rang not soon after. He was here on time.

Opening the door, you welcomed him with a smile. He nodded and entered without a word. Black track pants and a plain white shirt. Jaemin hadn't made much of an effort to dress to impress. He ventured into your dorm, looking around the place silently.

That's when he came across your makeshift study zone. He pointed at it and looked at you.

"We're studying here," he asked, placing his hands in his pockets. He sounded a tad bit dejected. Your eyes widened slightly in panic. Was he not comfortable with sitting on the floor? "Yeah, I figured. Is there a problem," you asked, fearing the worst for no reason. Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, I just thought we were gonna sit in your room. That's where most of the girls take me anyways," he revealed, flashing you a small grin. You immediately felt at ease.

"My room's kind of a mess at the moment," you admitted, joining him near your couch. He took a seat on the floor, placing the cushion behind his back instead. He cleaned his black-rimmed glasses and patted the space next to himself. "Let's get started."

Jaemin was a pro at breaking down the complex concept so that your pea-sized brain could understand it to the fullest. The only drawback with that method was that it took much longer than you'd like it to. Two hours later you'd only finished one of the chapters that would be coming for the test. You still had four more to go.

"Fuck it's already three o'clock," you complained, falling dramatically on the coffee table. Jaemin flipped his pen in his fingers and stretched his body with a yawn. "I don't mind staying overtime," he joked. He'd made a lot of humoring comments during your time with him. The last you'd heard, he tended to be quite serious, never straying from his purpose. Not that you minded or anything, but Jaemin wasn't really meeting the expectations everyone had set for him in your mind. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate you.

"Don't you have to study too," you asked, turning your head to glance at him. He looked at you and shook his head. "I already studied beforehand. Plus, this test's gonna be super easy. You pass it with a breeze," he admitted. As relieving as that sounded, you didn't wanna take any chances. What if he flunked the test because he didn't revise or something. You really didn't want to be the person he blamed when that happened.

"You don't have to stay for my sake. You can go home if you want to. I think I can manage on my own now." you flipped through the pages of your coursebook, sighing in despair. It was a lot to go through. At least you still had half the day left.

Jaemin folded his arms. "Don't worry about me y/n. Not to undermine you, but I don't think you can get through all of this by yourself. I mean, you barely managed to understand the basics. All those chapters just branch off from this one and get increasingly tough to learn."

If this was him trying to convince you to let him stay then it sure as hell was working. You groaned and sat back up. "You promise you won't fail the test because of me then?" Jaemin chuckled. "Of course not. I'll pass with flying colors."

So you resumed studying. Jaemin was right. What he taught you next was more confusing than the first chapter you'd covered. You regretted not paying attention during your lectures. Jaemin never got impatient with you. In fact, he took ample time to make sure you understood everything he explained to you. He was very thorough and you appreciated that. However the more knowledge you absorbed, the more exhausted you felt. It got to the point where you felt like you couldn't study any further. Jaemin then suggested that you take a small break. You couldn't have agreed faster.

"Once we're done you should go through the practice questions that I emailed you," Jaemin reminded, taking a sip of the soda you'd offered him. You gave him a thumbs up and fell on the ground. "You're a lifesaver Na Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled and turned to you. "I'm guessing it's not just math that you're having a problem with."

You raised your head and narrowed your eyes at him. "Nicely deduced."

"We can get together to study together for your other subjects if you don't mind. No need to pay me either," he offered.

You furrowed your brows. "Jaemin the longer you spend teaching me the dumber you're gonna get."

He brushed you off. "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

"You never know, and besides, after today you should know that it's gonna take five hundred years to clear all my concepts. Do you even have that kind of time?"

Jaemin tilted his soda can at you. "You'd be surprised at how much free time I have on my hands."

You smiled. "Wait so you're actually agreed to be my personal tutor."

Jaemin rolled his eyes amusedly. "It was my proposition but yes. I wouldn't be your personal tutor though. Just a study partner."

You sat up and leaned back. "So like, studying in the library after class and stuff like that?"

He nodded. "If the library's closed we can come here or I can take you to my place."

You pursed your lips, considering his deal. But something paused your train of thoughts. "Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? You hardly seem like the type of guy who'd study with someone else."

Jaemin downed his drink, wincing at the fizziness that clawed at his throat. "I've had fun studying with you so far. Like, you're genuinely dumb, unlike some other people I tutor who just pretend to be dumb so they can spend a few hours with me."

You raised a brow. Had he just called you dumb? "I'll try not to take offense, thank you very much."

Jaemin apologized with a laugh.

"Does it make you feel smarter in some type of way," you asked? Jaemin hummed in response. "It kinda does now that you mention it. But I also feel like it would help me revise and clear my own concepts at the same time."

That made sense. "Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted to do this cause you were interested in me."

Jaemin's eyes widened. You raised your hands in defense. "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously," you assured. Jaemin relaxed at that.

"Let's get started again. We're almost halfway there," he said, changing the topic. You agreed and sat beside him again, pen in hand, ready to go.

_

You walked out of your lecture with a bright smile on your face and headed straight to the library. Sure enough, Jaemin was already sitting there, waiting for you patiently. You sent him a small wave and skipped over to him. Handing him your graded test paper, you watched excitedly as his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god. You passed!"

You squealed and sat next to him, placing your bag near your feet. Jaemin smiled up at you. "This is such a good score," he added, glad that he'd been able to help.

"Henceforth we're studying together for every single test. I don't care if you're sick or at a friend's house."

Jaemin laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. If it means seeing you this happy then I'm down."

You froze at his words, glancing towards him. He clearly didn't seem to realize what he'd just said. Maybe you'd heard wrong. It was possible. After all, he was whispering. You didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to listening anyways. Concluding that you were mistaken, you pulled out your books and got to finishing up your assignments.

A few hours later Jaemin and you exited the library. You both usually parted ways since your dorms were in the opposite direction. However today, Jaemin followed behind you.

"What are you doing," you asked when he jogged up next to you. "We should celebrate your achievement today," he suggested. That sounded nice. "Okay then, what do you propose we should do?"

Jaemin pondered on your question. "Let's go to the cafe. I'll buy you coffee and anything else you want."

Coffee was perfect. You nodded and agreed. Jaemin grinned and led you to a small cafe that was just a little outside campus.

You both entered the small shop, the tantalizing scent of coffee hitting your senses immediately. Even though it was almost lunchtime, the cafe was brimming with multitudes of students. Luckily, the queue was short.

"Go find us somewhere nice to sit. I'll buy us some drinks," Jaemin said, pulling out his phone. Before you left, you let him know what you'd like.

Venturing to the back of the cafe, you found a secluded booth for two. It faced a large window, one that gave a fantastic view of the campus. You took a seat and placed your bag next to you. After a couple minutes of waiting, Jaemin emerged with your drinks in hand. He handed you yours before sitting down.

"Iced Americano? I see you're into the classics," you chimed, deciding to spark up a conversation. Jaemin took a sip of his drink. "Simple is the best after all."

Of course, it was. "Hey Jaemin," you started, setting your drink down on the table. He hummed. "Do you wanna come over later today," you asked. Jaemin furrowed his brows. "But we already finished studying."

You shook your head. "Not to study. Let's hang out, maybe watch a movie or something like that."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but nothing too alarming. It was just that you two never really did anything other than study together. Sure enough, you'd become close because of it. But you figured as friends, there were other things you could engage in to pass the time.

"Let's do it. What time should I come over," Jaemin asked? "Does seven work for you? I'll order pizza, so you don't need to worry about dinner."

Jaemin nodded. "Seven works for me."

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As soon as the clock struck seven, there was a knock on your door. The ever punctual Jaemin would never be a second late. You let him in, eager to get your night started. He walked into your dorm and went straight to your room, plopping down on your bed as if it were his own.

You'd already been browsing on Netflix, wondering what genre he liked. It had never come up in conversation before so you didn't really know.

"What are we watching," he asked, scrolling through the options. You shrugged and joined him on your bed. "I'm not sure. I didn't know what you like," you admitted.

"I usually just watch whatever's in the top ten or 'new this week'," he shared. He stopped at a movie you would never have believed he'd be interested in.

"You wanna watch Yes Day," you asked in disbelief? Jaemin giggled and nodded innocently. "It looks super lame but I've already finished watching everything," he revealed. Here you were thinking you both would watch something more serious instead of a family movie. Instead of spending forty minutes trying to settle on one movie, you decided it best to just go with the first choice.

Jaemin started the movie and leaned back beside you. It was quiet between you both for the most part. You watched the movie in silence. It wasn't as entertaining as you'd thought it would be, but Jaemin seemed to be engrossed in it so you chose to say nothing and continued staring at the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Jaemin stifled a yawn and fell to the side, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked at you and pointed to the screen. "Are we gonna keep watching this?"

You let out a breath of relief and exited out of the movie once and for all. "If you didn't like it why'd you make me watch it," you complained, shutting your laptop. Jaemin sat up and crossed his legs. "I thought you were enjoying it. You even laughed at the funny parts."

You stuck your chin out. "You should know what my fake laugh sounds like by now Jaemin." He raised his hands in defense. "The only time I hear you laugh is when you realize you're doing something wrong."

You tsked. "That's called nervous laughter genius. You suck at interpreting emotions."

He hit you with a pillow softly. "Hey, stop making me out for a robot."

"You're the human embodiment of the AI," you joked, dodging the pillow he swung at you. Raising your hands in defense, you shielded yourself from him. "At least I said you're intelligent."

Jaemin paused his attacks. "You're lucky I think you're cute. I'll let you off the hook for now."

You had another one of those moments where you froze, wondering if the words that had come out of his mouth were true or not. He didn't whisper this time. You'd heard everything word for word. But you couldn't believe it.

"Did you just call me cute?"

Jaemin nodded, not seeming too surprised about it. "You aren't not cute," he added. Maybe you were misinterpreting the meaning behind it. Friends called friends cute. It was normal. That didn't mean that they liked each other, did it?

Noticing the conflict in your expression, Jaemin leaned forward and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way."

Something about that made your stomach churn. You felt uneasy all of a sudden. You wanted to be relieved, that he didn't think of you as more than a friend. But a part of you wished he felt otherwise. You didn't know why, it just did.

You chuckled awkwardly and faced him. "Yeah, of course, you didn't. I don't know why I thought that."

Jaemin hummed and rested his chin on his palm. "Maybe because you wanted it to be true."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you wanted me to tell you that I like you."

You didn't know what to say to that. So you just smiled awkwardly. "But you don't, do you?"

Jaemin grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not, why would I-"

"I'm just messing with you y/n. Don't worry, we're just friends," he assured, finding you getting alarmed quite amusing. You hit his shoulder. "Don't joke around like that. Who knows what might happen."

Jaemin's laughter died down. He met your gaze sombrely. You knew he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment. You sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling giddy. Jaemin looked back into your eyes, this time with a small smile. You didn't know what he was doing. You also didn't know if you liked it or not. Your mind said one thing and your body said another. Jaemin subtly licked his lips. You had no clue why the action had such a devastating effect on you.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Jaemin didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, he relaxed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his. He fell back on your mattress, bringing you on top of him. Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on either side of his head, kissing him with vigor. Jaemin groaned against your mouth, the sound sending warm shivers down your back. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be and he tasted faintly of coffee.

His hands slipped under your shirt, resting on your skin. His touch felt fiery hot. You rolled your hips over his lap impulsively, biting his both lip as a throaty groan left his mouth. He squeezed your waist and trailed his hands down to your ass.

Before things could escalate, however, your bell rang. You both stilled, separating from each other. When your eyes met, you scrambled off of him and sat at the edge of your bed, completely stunned. Jaemin rubbed his face and sat up as well, not really knowing what to say. The bell rang again, snapping you out of your daze. "I'll go get that," you muttered disorientedly, leaving Jaemin in your room. He nodded and stood up. "Actually, I'm gonna go," he said, leaving your room before you could say anything. You heard the door open and shut soon after. Your bell rang again.

You went to open your door. A delivery guy stood before you, hands empty with a confused look on his face. "The guy that just left took the pizza with him. He said that you'd pay for it." You couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, you paid the man and shut your door. What had just happened?

_

A few days passed after the incident at your dorm. Jaemin hadn't called or texted you and in all honesty, you hadn't made an attempt to contact him. You felt too embarrassed to face him. After all, it was you who'd gone onto him. Even if he didn't push you away it wasn't like either of you had agreed to start making out. You were anxious because you knew you'd ruined your friendship with him.

A part of you missed him. You enjoyed spending time with him, even though all you did was study. Everything was so bleak now that he wasn't around to humor you.

You didn't want to regret whatever had happened that night. It was amazing. You just wished it hadn't ended the way it did. You should have understood that he indeed was joking. Instead, you mistook his prodding for sarcasm.

It made no sense for you to not speak to him. You wanted to make amends, figure out what had gone wrong. But you were scared he'd ignore you. That would just make you feel worse than you already did.

So you passed the days, wafting in your own misery. Pitying yourself as if the entire weight of the world had been thrown on your shoulders.

Little did you know that all it would take was another shitty test score for you to pick up your phone and call Jaemin.

"Help me study," you said as soon as he answered the call. Jaemin was silent on the other end. "Don't just listen to me. Say something," you begged. Your heart felt heavy. You heard him sigh. "I'd rather not y/n." You got goosebumps. "Jaemin, please. We can go to fucking library if that makes you feel better," you suggested, desperate for him to agree. After giving it some thought he finally answered you. "Okay fine. Tomorrow at three. But no longer than three hours."

He hung up, leaving you feeling a tad bit better. You looked forward to the next day. Hopefully, he wouldn't act indifferent to you.

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Jaemin sat in your usual spot at the library. He was on his phone, leg crossed over his lap leisurely. You walked up to him and took a seat beside him without a word. Seeing you had arrived, he put his phone away and turned to you. "What are we studying?"

You took out your books and opened them. "This."

Jaemin glanced over the material. No wonder you'd flunked your test. He sighed, placing the textbook between you two. Without wasting a second, he began tutoring you.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't pay attention. You were too busy staring at his face, more specifically his lips. They way he'd lick them ever so often made butterflies soar in your stomach. He'd run his hand through his fluffy hair and adjust his glasses, letting your mind run wild. Jaemin didn't seem to notice your lack of focus. You figured he didn't really care. He kept glancing at his watch. It was like he was waiting for your time with him to come to an end.

Much to your dismay, eventually it did.

"I'll send you a picture of some practice material. You can use that to prepare better," he concluded, getting up from his seat. You quickly stuffed your books in your bag and ran after him.

"Jaemin wait!"

He paused. "What," he asked as he turned around. He sounded disinterested. "Can we talk," you asked? Jaemin sighed and shrugged. "What do you wanna talk about," he questioned, placing his hands in his pockets. "About what happened at my place last week."

Jaemin tensed up. "It was a mistake. I think we both understood that."

You shook your head. "I don't know Jaemin, I'm not sure I did."

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to. Not just that but you wouldn't have let it go so far if you thought it was wrong."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"When you called me cute, you did mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way." You didn't need an answer for him to know you were correct.

"What are you trying to say y/n," he asked, sounding defeated.

"That I like you," you admitted. Jaemin's eyes widened. "And that you like me too," you added.

Jaemin bit his lip. "Okay, so then why were we acting like we hated each other for so long?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you overthink everything and I'm a big pussy."

Jaemin chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that babe."

You cringed at the nickname. "Don't 'babe' me. We're not dating. Not yet."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Does it really need to be that formal?"

You nodded adamantly. "Of course it does."

He sighed. "Fine. Will you go out with me y/n?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I'd rather not Jaemin."

"Yeah whatever," he said with a scoff, leading you outside.

_

As soon as you were past your door Jaemin's lips were on yours in an instant. He pushed you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his shoulders, sighing into his mouth. "I missed you so fucking much," he muttered, stumbling to your room.

He dropped you on your bed and hovered over you, staring down at you somberly before kissing you again. His lips didn't stay on yours for too long, trailing down to your jaw and then your neck. You tugged at his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, you stared at his chiseled body in awe. "I didn't know you worked out."

Jaemin chuckled at your comment and pulled your own shirt off. He flicked the tiny bow on your bra with an amused grin. "This is cute."

You nudged his arm timidly. "I wasn't exactly preparing myself for this moment."

He said nothing further and latched his lips to your neck once again. Running your fingers through his hair, you craned your neck to the side to give him more access. He gently sucked on your skin, not too harsh that it would leave marks. You sighed and fiddled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Do you want it off," he asked quietly, lips ghosting over yours. You nodded, biting your lip when he pushed his pants down.

His member came into sight, making your mouth water.

Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around his girth instinctively. Jaemin suck in a breath as he made you stroke his length. His hand slipped past your panties, fingers toying with your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider, loving the way his calloused fingertips felt. Tightening your grip around his cock, you jerked him off earnestly. In turn, Jaemin began rubbing quick circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Letting go of his member, you hastily pushed your pants down your legs. Jaemin peeled your panties off of you, marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Don't just stare," you complained, shutting your legs, "do something."

Jaemin wordlessly, spread your legs apart and settled down between your thighs. He glanced up at your through his lashes, asking for permission before licking a stripe up your folds. You pushed your hips against his mouth, eyes falling shut when he repeated the action. Holding onto your thighs, he nipped and sucked at your clit, groaning every time your bucked your hips into his face. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at his roots. Jaemin's fingers prodded at your slit, slowly entering your walls. He curled them up, making your arch your back in delight. It felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With his tongue skillfully moving over your clit and his fingers continuously pumping in and out of you, it didn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. You sat up, pulling his mouth off of your cunt. "I need you to fuck me now." Your voice was hushed, breathless because of how much you'd moaned. Jaemin's eyes had darkened considerably. He pushed you down on your back again and pressed his tip to your entrance.

Jaemin felt bigger than he looked. Not that you were complaining or anything, it just took a while to get used to. He made sure you were comfortable before slowly starting to pound into you.

You grabbed his arms as he fastened his pace, head falling back in ecstasy. Shallow breaths left his parted lips. "You feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in response. You were close. Jaemin could tell.

Gripping onto your waist, he went faster, slamming his cock into you as he chased your highs. You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut. Your walls clenched tightly around his length, your orgasm crashing down on you intensely. Soon enough, he twitched inside you. His thighs stilled, hips snapping into you one last time before thick ropes of his cum shot into your walls. He let out a pleased groan, voice deep and raspy.

"That was amazing," you breathed, pushing your hair out of your face as Jaemin moved off of you. He smiled and tugged his pants back on, joining you under the covers. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jaemin pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You laughed to yourself. "What is it," Jaemin asked. You shook your head, looking at him. "To think this all started after you agreed to tutor me."

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[Good Omens] Winging It - Epilogue

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon Rating: T  

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: Aaand we finally made it to the end! Which is a beginning in many ways. How is it going to go? Beats me, but it probably won't be boring. Also yes, I am just posting a Christmas-themed chapter right before Easter. So sue me. I had a blast writing this one - hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing!

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“Unionize Hell. You’re telling me we should unionize. Hell.”

“Well, it would be a first step towards giving you some bargaining power. Once demons begin seeing Satan as someone you can bargain with through the sheer force of numbers, it will be easier to convince them they can decide to walk away.”

“This is the single dumbest idea I have ever heard coming out of your mouth.”

Sitting beside Gabriel, Michael stiffened and glared daggers across the table. “If this is how you believe you can address us, we may as well end the meeting--” she began, only to trail off when Gabriel grinned,  resting an elbow on the table and leaning his chin on the palm of his hand.

“That’s blatantly untrue,” he said, still smiling at Beelzebub. “You’d ve heard dumber by far.”

The prince of Hell’s lips curled upwards for the briefest moment. Michael shifted a little on her seat and glanced over at Dagon, who just so happened to be sitting beside Beelzebub for the meeting. She met her gaze briefly, but it was enough for Michael to know she was not the only one to be mighty uncomfortable at the turn Gabriel and Beelzebub’s formerly entirely professional relationship had taken. That was an odd sort of relief. 

Unaware of their second-in-command’s discomfort, or just blatantly ignoring it, Beelzebub let out a thoughtful, buzzing sound. “... Hmph, I suppose I have. But I am ready to be you are not inclined to have the Heavenly host unionize.”

“Ah, actually,you’d lose that bet. We have given the go-ahead.”

The Lord of the Flies blinked. “... You have?”

“Yes. It worked out for my friends back in Southampton, so I figured, why not Heaven?”

Michael briefly wondered if she was supposed to remind Gabriel that Heaven was not precisely the same as a port city on England’s south coast, but in the end she decided against it. She was a warrior, had always been, but a good warrior knows how to pick battles and that was not the hill she was ready to, figuratively speaking, die on. 

Across the table, Beelzebub raised an eyebrow while waving away a few fies “And God is not displeased?”

Gabriel shrugged, leaning back on his seat and spreading his arms a little. “I have not been fired yet, and I am taking it as a good sign. I suppose it may create a precedent for angels to leave, if so they wish, on more amicable terms than you did. And possibly with some severance. Who knows, perhaps if you had formed a union in the first place instead of going immediately for full-on rebellion--”

All right, they got sidetracked far enough. “Gabriel,” Michael spoke up.

He cleared his throat. “Right, yes. Apologies. Never mind the past. What I am saying is, it might be a viable path forward now - for beings on either side. Do give it some thought.”

“Mmh.” Beelzebub crossed their arms, leaning back against their seat with a foot braced against the table. To Michael’s surprise - and to Dagon’s utter bewilderment, it seemed - they seemed to be truly giving it some thought. “I suppose that perhaps, this does fall into the ‘so dumb it might just work’ caregory. And it’d make Hell worse for Reagan and Thatcher. I will consider it.” 

“Very well. I do believe that concludes the meeting.” Gabriel said, and smiled. He’d been smiling an awful lot throughout the meeting, and not the kind of insincere business-like smiles he would usually sport on such occasions. 

No, Michael thought, not usually. Before.

“Actually, there’s more we need to discuss,” Beelzebub said, standing. “Privately, if possible.”

“Ah, of course. Right this way. You’re all right wrapping this up, Michael?”

Trying with all her might not to wonder about their private discussion, Michael nodded mechanically. “Of course,” she droned, and busied herself picking up papers once they were gone, trying to ignore the demon who was very much not gone.

“... For the record, the cold shoulder treatment only works if the one receiving it cares about getting the cold shoulder,” Dagon spoke up after a few minutes, filing papers away in a folder she had seemingly summoned out of thin air. “And I do not care.”

And yet you had to remark on that.

Michael let out a snort, choosing not to argue. She hadn’t been trying to remember the being they had known before their rebellion and Falls, or at least not as hard as Gabriel probably wished her to - Sandalphon and Uriel were fairly ahead of her there - but she did have the uncomfortable sensation she had known Dagon, whatever she was called before, quite well.

Awkward, considering she was rather certain it had been her to cast her out.

“Have you had any success in tracking down the Duke of Hell?”

“Hell has a great many Dukes. You will need to be more specific.”

“I believe there is only one who is currently a fugitive,” Michael said, her voice sharper. “Hastur. The one who kille-- who almost-- sort of killed Gabriel.”

“... We lost him somewhere around Alpha Centauri, but I am certain we will catch up with him eventually.”

“Are you always this inefficient?”

“I mean, you’re welcome to try catching him yourself,” Dagon snarled, snapping the folder shut. It seemed the perfect moment for her to disappear in a cloud of foul-smelling smoke, but she did not; rather, the Lord of the Files seemed to hesitate. Michael had just enough time to wonder if she may have remembered something from before that Michael did not before she finally looked up and spoke again. 

“All right, since we are suddenly supposed to have opinions now, what do you really think of this… entire… thing?”

“You mean, Gabriel and Beelzebub’s plan?”

“Calling it a plan seems more generous than I’ve ever known you to be.”

That was true, Michael had to concede. When she had tried asking Gabriel if there was a plan they should know of, he’d only replied that he was ‘sort of winging it’. It certainly was a complete u-turn from how things used to be, but if he had been brought back and… not yet cast out again over his unorthodox involvement with Beelzebub, there had to be a reason. 

Perhaps whatever he had learned in his time on Earth would be the key to everything. After what she had done to him by blindly following orders, Michael was willing to heed his words now, and so were the others. If it turned out to be a mistake, they would face whatever consequences there may be as one. Never again would she lift a sword on her friends.

“... No, it is not a plan,” she finally said. “I suppose it is more of a leap of faith.”

“Faith in what?” Dagon made a face. “In God?”

Michael did not take the bait. “More in our own ability to figure things out, I suppose.”

“That’s the sort of thing humanity is all about,” the Lord of the Files muttered, and blinked when Michael let out a brief laugh.

“Well, perhaps that is precisely the point. Try being more human.”

“... Have you hit your head? From the beginning of everything, it has always been human who tried to become more like u--” she trailed off, wrinkling her nose as though she had just sunk her fangs into a lemon. “You. More like you. And from the beginning, you have encouraged that.”

“Maybe that is where we went wrong after all.”

A pause. “Are you seriously suggesting it should be you-- us-- to lower ourselves into being more like them? Really?”

“Well. It is what Yeshua did, and perhaps it was a lesson meant for us,” Michael shrugged, and tuned to the door. “After all it was humanity, and not us, to be made in God’s image.”

***

“Oh, look at that. Another wedding invitation.”

“Shadwell and Madame Tracy?”

“How did you guess?”

“They made it abundantly clear during Anathema and Whatshisface’s wedding reception.”

“Ah, fair. Do you think they’ll allow us to take Warlock to their wedding as well? He got on well with the Them, and Madame Tracy has surely invited those children.”

“Can’t see why not. Are you sure they meant to invite us?”

“This is marked for the Serpent of Eden and the Southern Pansy.They did mean to indeed.”

“No clause against witches?”

“Oh, there is. It is to be a witch-free wedding. The only exceptions to the rule are dear Anathema, Adam, the two of us, and the bride herself.”

“You’d think that by now he would have noticed she only has two nipples.”

“Don’t be crass, dear.”

“Fine, fine. Do you think he’ll ever stop thinking we’re witches?”

“Unlikely. And I am not particularly inclined to disrobe and let him count nipples.”

A hiss. “Old fool.”

“An old fool who managed to swindle both of us for a few decades.”

“... Don’t remind me.” 

Aziraphale chuckled, and settled more comfortably in his armchair, setting aside the letters to pick up a book. Wrapped around the back of said armchair, the Serpent of Eden leaned his head on top of Aziraphale’s own. He tended to enjoy inhabiting that form, Aziraphale had found out, when the weather outside was cold and the fireplace was lit. 

Amazing, how many more little things about Crowley he’d found he didn’t know, after so many centuries of… acquaintance. Sharing a home with someone really did lead to a lot of interesting discoveries. For one, he could now see the appeal of laying in a bed and hallucinating behind closed eyelids for a few hours. 

“I could make my entrance in a cloud of Hellfire,” Crowley muttered, tongue flicking against Aziraphale’s hair as he reached to pick up a book. 

“I suspect giving the groom a heart attack would put a damper on the wedding.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”

“No, Crowley.” Aziraphale reached up to scratch the scales on Crowley’s side. 

He hissed again. “Spoilsport,” he said, but he leaned into the touch all the same. 

“Heh. Either way, we have plenty of time to make plans for the wedding, whereas Christmas is around the corner. Do you have anything in particular in mind, Crowley?”

“You do realize demons don’t really celebrate the birthday of your boss’ son, right?”

“Ah, I suppose that’s fair. But I wouldn’t mind a quiet evening in, perhaps bake some cake,” he said, faintly wondering whether Crowley would object to mistletoe. 

“Oh. Well, then I could help with the tasting, I guess. And-- wait. There are presents, right? Do you want presents?”

 A chuckle “I am rather content as is, but thank you.”

“Ah. Of course,” Crowley seemed to stammer, which was no mean feat considering he currently had a mouth whose anatomy was not meant to utter words in the first place. His head slipped lower, and ended up resting on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “... You wouldn’t happen to know anything about whatever Heaven’s planning, would you? Things have been… quiet.”

“Not at all. Nor you have the foggiest idea as to what Hell is on to, I’m guessing?”

“Nothing whatsoever. I think I’ll wish them luck and keep it this way.”

Aziraphale smiled, took a sip of wine, and opened his book. “My thoughts exactly,” he said.

When he tilted his head to rest his cheek on top of his head, Crowley did not protest.

***

Did you throw out another of your angels?

Not to my knowledge?

You must have. Someone just got through all layers of Hell all the way down to Satan’s lap. Sliding down a pole and singing. What the Heaven is going on up there?

Let me check with Uriel.

***

“Uriel?”

“Yes?”

“Are you aware of any angels being cast out? Beelzebub insists someone just got there, and I quote, ‘sliding down a pole’.”

“We have cast out no one. Their security must be really lax. Didn’t they have a similar problem with a poet from Florence at some point?”

“I don’t think that one came in sliding down a pole, but fair.”

***

I can confirm we cast out no one. Must be a mortal.

Wonderful, more paperwork and security checks. Thanks for checking, I guess. At least he seems to be keeping Satan distracted from anything we do.

Dare I ask how?

Don’t.

All right. Have you changed your mind about coming with me to the Christmas party?

Absolutely not. But I will meet you afterwards for carnal relations.

Are you aware that it does not count as a sin and therefore it is not the middle finger to God you think it is?

Are you saying you’re not interested?

No. Usual place?

Usual place. Don’t be late. 

I wouldn’t dare, Gabriel wrote with a smile, and his finger lingered over the send button for a few moments. I love you, he almost wrote, but he did not and in the end he just sent out the message as it was. Beelzebub would have found it both saccharine-inducing and redundant, and for good reason. There was no need to spell it out, really.

They were both very much aware of it.

***

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for usual celebrations?”

“Rather certain, yes. My former colleagues on Earth invited me to join them so long ago, it would be rude for me to cancel on them.”

“Yeshua might actually show up this year.”

“Ah, I am doubtful. He never did attend his birthday party, did he now?”

That was true, although not something any of them had really felt entitled to comment on. Sandalphon knew that Gabriel had taken it… not quite as a slight, but close enough. After all, the celebration was about a birth whose annunciation he was most widely known for.

Now, on the other hand, he seemed too taken with the idea of celebrating it on Earth to be bothered in the slightest. “... I suppose he didn’t,” Uriel conceded. Gabriel closed the drawer with the last of his work for the calendar year, straightened his tie, and smiled. 

“Why don’t you come with me? You could use getting to know more humans, too.”

Both Michael and Sandalphon blinked. Uriel raised an eyebrow. “To celebrate Yeshua’s birthday on Earth with them?”

“Why not? I am sure they won’t mind if I bring some friends. And you could use a break, Uriel. You’ve been working on reorganizing the lower spheres for months now.”

“You know I do not get tired,” Uriel informed him, but she was already glancing over at Michael and Sandalphon. 

In the end, it was Michael to shrug. “I suppose,” she finally said, “it would be interesting to see how the celebrations have changed since last time I took a look. They were not precisely cheerful, back then.”

“... When was the last time you did check?”

“Sometimes in the mid-fourteenth century,” she replied, and Gabriel laughed, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

“Ah,” he said, “I think you will be pleasantly surprised.”

***

“... And this is why it’s either panettone or pandoro, and anyone claiming not to take a side is  coward and a liar, and--”

Fabrizio rambled on, clearly rather satisfied to have finally found an attentive listener in Sandalphon, and Gabriel chose not to interrupt him. Somewhere at the other side of the room, Łukasz was staring in absolute disbelief as Uriel drank the twenty-second shot in a row without seemingly feeling any effects, and he might just be starting to fall in love. 

As he stepped towards the door and passed by a table, Gabriel chuckled. “Go easy on them,” he muttered, and Michael just raised an eyebrow at him, effortlessly beating yet another warehouse worker at an arm wrestling match. In the end, Gabriel decided that as long as the only thing getting bruised were egos, there was no reason to intervene. 

He stepped outside into a cold, clear night. No comet in the sky, but he had felt a pull to come out all the same. He let his gaze wander down the street and there it was - a shadow crouched in an archway, barely illuminated by a street light and covered in blankets as he tried to keep warm. Somehow, the blinking lights of Christmas decorations on the building made the figure seem even more lonely. And that wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t do at all - especially not that night. 

“Excuse me,” Gabriel called out, approaching the man. “Would you like to come inside? It is quite cold, and my friends and I are having a party - I am sure they wouldn’t mind.”

The man looked up. He had long dark hair tied back in a ponytail to reveal dark brown eyes, and his features were just barely illuminated by the street light - but it was enough for Gabriel to trail off, taken off guard. The man smiled. 

“Thank you for your offer, Gabriel. I think I’ll take you up on this one.”

Ah. Well. It made sense, come to think of it. He’d always been original like that. Past the initial surprise, Gabriel straightened himself and smiled. “Any particular name I ought to call you by tonight?”

“In this time and age, Joshua will do. It's nice to see you guys paying more attention to humanity. I look back fondly on my first lifetime among them. Most of it at any rate,” Yeshua added, and stood. He straightened his back with a groan. “Ow, my spine.”

Gabriel was unable to hold back a chuckle. “Is this how you’ve been spending your birthday for the past two-something thousand years?” he asked. Until not too long ago, he would have been offended by the notion. Now he felt rather foolish for not having thought of it. 

“More or less. No offense, but I enjoy Earth. Corporate events were never quite my thing.”

“None taken. I hope your mother is well?”

“The one who cast you out of Heaven, or the one who hit you in the head with a clay vase?”

“... The latter.”

“Ah, yes. She is very well. Still rather sorry about the incident, but maintains you should have knocked if you didn’t want a vase to your head.”

“That’s… understandable. But we have amended records to omit that part, so no harm done.”

“I am aware. So, is there anything I may do to thank you for your hospitality tonight?”

“... Do you still do the thing with the water and wine? Because I believe we’re running low.”

A laugh. “Ah, yes,” he said, slapping a hand on his shoulder as they headed back inside. “I think that can be arranged.”

***

Somewhere, Crowley is losing his entire MIND over the fact this guy got to use a pole on his way in. 

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #122: Trapped in Outer Space!

April, 1974

Lil’ Vision is disgruntled that he doesn’t understand the symbolism of the Avengers bursting through a page of their own book.

Anyway, last times: Taurus assembles a new Zodiac to pull off a dastardly scheme! The death of every Gemini in Manhattan!

The Avengers foiled this craven plot but the Zodiac escaped by blasting the all empathetic mystery girl Mantis and running while the Avengers saved her from falling to her death.

But gadzooks! Unrest in the houses of Zodiac! Aries sways a good number of the Zodiac into backing his revolution against Taurus! He tries to get financier Van Lunt to back him too, not realizing Van Lunt is Taurus!

When the Avengers burst into the warehouse to capture Zodiac, they and the revolting members are blasted into space because the warehouse was secretly a spaceship!

This time: The final battle, I guess. Also, trapped in outer space with some pretty rad narration.

God, I love comics at times like this. It would probably have been more cost effective to just pack the warehouse with explosives and blow the place up. Thor and Vision may have survived but you’d pretty much guarantee the death of everyone else.

But Van Lunt decided to build a spaceship disguised as a warehouse and then launch it into space. Its so delightfully, stupidly supervillainous.

I also love the two page spread that follows the first splash page.

Thor explains the situation in his Asgardian vernacular: “Behold! The trap of Taurus for the members of Zodiac who did plot against his leadership hath been perfectly sprung... too perfectly for those of us who did combat their villainy!”

And then Pisces, I think, just shouts “Good lord! We’re in ORBIT!”

The juxtaposition gets me.

Anyway, inexplicably-white-for-a-panel-Aries is sure the heroes will save everyone but Iron Man is unsure. There’s a force field covering the exits. Which, thankfully, is what is letting them keep breathing.

Thor decides he wants to hit it with his hammer. It’s what he knows.

He throws Mjolnir hard enough that it bursts through the force field. Except, the space warehouse is in orbit. And Mjolnir is a bit dumber during this time. It boomerangs back to where it was thrown but the space warehouse has floated on.

And Thor belatedly realizes that he’s jumped the gun a bit and jumps behind some boxes so nobody sees him transform back into Don Blake.

Of course, the members of Zodiac aren’t complete idiots. They just dress like it. They figure out something is off about Thor and decide that now - while they’re trapped in space - is the best time to get ‘im!

So the Avengers have to beat up Zodiac some more to keep them from Thor (actually Don Blake).

Also, Aries apparently stole a handheld Star-Blazer because he blasts Vision and Iron Man with it before Vision blasts it out of his hands and yells logic at them.

Even if they learn Thor’s secret, it will be worthless if they have to carry it into their graves. Which will happen if they can’t work together and figure out a way to rescue themselves. BECAUSE THEY ARE TRAPPED IN OUTER SPACE!

“Don’t you understand that we are in space? Oxygen, food, warmth: all lie below us -- not here!”

Also, the space warehouse has a limited amount of oxygen and fighting will just use it up faster. Probably lost some too when Mjolnir breached the force field.

Meanwhile, we check in with the non-rebelling Zodiac. All... geez, only five of them? Taurus, Capricorn, Virgo, Gemini and Libra?

Anyway, Taurus is gloating about his space warehouse trap and about maybe it was lucky to catch the Avengers in on it but the rest was just great planning.

Libra feels that this is the best time to mention that he knew ahead of time about the revolt. And that he turned down the offer to join because he represent the balance and doesn’t choose sides.

For some reason, learning this doesn’t make Taurus happy. The fact that he controls the Star-Ship, built the Star-Blaster and most of Zodiac’s other weapons should be the reason not to rebel against him. Not because of neutrality.

In fact, GET OUT OF HIS FACE YOU LOYAL ZODIACS. THEY DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO STAND UP TO HIM ANYWAY.

So they do. Gemini and Libra go off on a walk together. Gemini sympathizes with all the stresses Taurus must be under. He busted Gemini out of jail and kidnapped a man from under the Avengers’ noses so that he could have all the houses of Zodiac full for his big push and then it falls apart.

And then Libra starts beating up Gemini. For while Gemini has the strength of two men, Libra can see despite being blind. And no, he’s not Daredevil. The comic captions dismiss that possibility.

He’s just a guy that does what Daredevil do but evil and while wearing short shorts.

Having beaten up Gemini, Libra ties him up and finds the good Gemini twin (I wanna say Lawrence?) in the trance his brother forced him into.

He then slaps him awake.

It took all my strength not to crudely photoshop “MY PARENTS ARE DEAD” into that.

He asks the good Gemini twin to imitate his brother and keep Taurus occupied while Libra steals’ the Star-Ship for some mysterious reason.

Being the good twin, Lawrence? promises to try not to let Libra down.

BACK IN SPACE! Remember how Vision said that they needed to work together to get back to Earth? Well, the Avengers have changed their minds during the scene break. Now all they want is for Zodiac to not get in their way while they do all the work.

Vision will guard the pile of boxes Don Blake is hiding behind. Scarlet Witch will use her hex sphere to temporarily create a way through the force field. And Iron Man will fly outside to manually push the space warehouse back to Earth.

Because he has a self-enclosed oxygen supply and rocket boots. He’s the only man for the job.

And oh cool, he spots Mjolnir just floating in space.

Since they’re in micro gravity, Mjolnir is weightless and Iron Man can carry it without being worthy - a loophole that would anger many when Red Hulk used it down the line.

Of course, Iron Man is just loopholing to bring Mjolnir with them so its not stranded in orbit forever.

Anyway. The plan. Since the space warehouse is weightless, it should be no trouble for him to use the propulsion of his foot-jets to push the building rocket back to Earth. If his air supply doesn’t run out. And if his power supply doesn’t run out. And if the strain doesn’t cause problems with his heart.

Yup. No trouble at all.

Although the trouble comes from a different direction that Iron Man should really have seen coming.

When they get closer to Earth, Mjolnir becomes more affected by Earth’s gravity and Iron Man can no longer lift it when it pins his wrist against the top of the space warehouse.

Which means he’s trapped and can’t move around to slow the ship’s descent. Which means that they’re going to burn up in reentry. All because Tony wanted to be a good bro and fetch his bro’s enchanted croquet mallet.

Common courtesy will be our deaths, time after time.

But not this time because something suddenly slows down the space warehouse - making everyone inside comically slam to the floor.

Libra in the Zodiac Star-Cruiser (I thought it was Star-Ship?) has caught the space warehouse in a secondary force field and lowers it safely to the ground.

But why?

You’re going to have to wait for that because we need to check in on Mantis and Swordsman.

Swordsman is feeling pretty shitty. He wasn’t there when she got hurt and now all he can do is sit at her bedside and hope that being beside her will help. And think secret doubts that she would rather the Vision be at her side. And that Vision himself might be into her.

Insecure paranoia is not helped when Mantis bolts to awareness and proclaims “Vision! He’s in trouble! This one must help!”

And then she runs out of the room.

Swordsman tries to stop her and have her rest longer but he collapses, still too weak from his own injuries. Just falling to the floor and thinking sad thoughts about how she is going to Vision.

And now we check back in with Zodiac HQ where Taurus is having an intimate conversation with who he thinks is Gemini.

See, Gemini is the only one of the non-revolting Zodiac who knows that Taurus is secretly Zodiac’s financier Cornelius Van Lunt.

Good Twin Lawrence? tries to bluff that their friendship has seen them through a lot but Van Lunt only showed his face to Joshua Link the previous day when he visited him in jail.

And like a person uncomfortable that they just had a personal conversation with the wrong person, Van Lunt punches the fake Gemini out and bellows in rage.

Capricorn and Virgo show up to find out what the dealio and Taurus tells them to spread out and find Libra and the real Gemini. Someone is playing funny business and they’re dead when Taurus gets his hands on them.

Except not. Because the Star-Cruiser-Ship lands and there’s Libra. Also the renegade houses of Zodiac and the Avengers.

But Taurus didn’t get to be the leader of Zodiac and a highly successful amoral businessman without some leadership abilities.

With barely any effort he convinces the renegade houses to side with him and kill the Avengers. After all, the best they can hope for with the Avengers is to be thrown in jail at the end of this anyway.

And yeah. This is reasonable enough. In answer, Aries blasts Thor with the Star-Blazer blaster.

And is there much to say? Straight up fights between the Avengers and Zodiac tend to be a stomp, one way or another. And this is an issue with ‘final battle’ on the cover and there’s only three pages left.

So. Yeah.

The Avengers kick butts. Scarlet Witch even gets back at Virgo for wanging her in the noggin. And the whole time, the Avengers are saying stuff like “their faithlessness must needs be ruthlessly met!” and “‘Never switch horses in midstream’ -- especially twice!”

Vision and Van Lunt Taurus have a sort of face off. Vision dodges a Star-Blazer blast and solar beams Taurus into a pool of water.

And then he quips. Twice!

“Your solar power can’t match my stellar energy!” “If you read that in your stars, Van Lunt, you need a new horoscope!”

“Perhaps the water of your pool will cool your temper”

Although, that one is spoiled somewhat when Van Lunt instantly starts drowning. The guy cannot swim at all. Him escaping the flood that seemingly killed him in issue #81 was apparently a fluke of luck.

But Vision hesitates instead of jumping in to save the drowning supervillain.

And then Mantis out of nowhere jumps into the pool to save the drowning Van Lunt.

And Thor is really disappointed in Vision over this. “We have won our battle, Avenger -- but thine actions rob the deed of any honor!”

Scarlet Witch begs him to tell her why he froze up (the second time after the quicksand when they fought Dormammu).

And Vision... just does not know! He half-remembers a thing but its just replaced by fear that his computer brain is malfunctioning. Clearly this will be unpacked further going forward. And later retconned.

Since Vision can’t explain his actions, Thor goes for the runner up and demands Libra explain himself.

Libra admits that saving the Avengers was a mistake.

“You see, I thought Mantis had been trapped with you -- and I am her father!”

DUN DUN DUN!!!

Clearly that will be unpacked further going forward! Like, the very next issue.

But since we’re still on this issue, let’s talk about Zodiac.

Boy are they disappointing. They’re all top crime bosses. The top of their respective organizations. But most of the times, they all happily play henchmen to whoever the boss is - Scorpio or Aries or Taurus.

So they all have unique costumes but they mostly play mook.

Its not even clear whether they have their own powers.

Gemini does - having the strength of two men and being able to psychically possess his twin.

Taurus evidentally has some kind of superstrength - he beat Aries in a headbutt contest and he was able to hold his own against Red Wolf, a pretty buff young man with his own vague powers.

Sagittarius was supposedly the weapon designer but then it was revealed that Taurus designed most of their weaponry.

Libra is blind but has Daredevilian senses (and later demonstrates a sort of scales-themed power).

But the most of them are just people in weird costumes who exist to have their asses kicked by the Avengers. Not even sure why crime bosses would be fighting the Avengers on their own. Don’t they have crime organizations to call on for mooks and stuff?

Zodiac could be a really cool group if more was done to flesh out and differentiate the members. You could get a really good long story arc out of revealing information about the Zodiac organization little by little. Having the members show up and be tough guys one by one.

They’re not just strong people. They’re twelve people that scraped and clawed their way to the top. Zodiac is twelve peers who have pooled the resources of twelve powerful criminal organizations for plots that could threaten the world.

On a good day.

There’s so much you could do with the Zodiac theme in terms of personality and goals and abilities.

Not gonna lie though. Zodiac is pretty great if you read them as a doofy bunch of criminal larpers who take the premise super seriously while they also conduct crimes.

Maybe Zodiac is better in other books. But in the Avengers’ book, they’ve always been a bit lackluster.

But hey! Mantis backstory next time! If the first panel of next issue doesn’t have Mantis screaming “That’s not true! That’s impossible!” I may quit.

But hey! Consider following @essential-avengers. I’ve been cleaning up older posts and archiving them there. Via reblogs.

[legendbringerlove]

In the annals of OC history, there are many losers. Ones that stick with you because of how bad they were or how rediciously overpowered they were. Some are just there because you noticed that they are basically an anthesis to EVERYTHING that the series stood for. And then you have Reisu from Sailor Titan who punched out God and sacrificed the entire world because he wanted to join his evil girlfriend (I wish I was kidding. Linkara was insane when he was 13)

And then you have...Count Logan, aka the incarnation of Beast Boy. But, rather than talk about it with you, let’s let Mykan himself discuss it.

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this as it spoils...

-The story that only 105 people have viewed, 84 have downvoted, and there is a one percent chance that one person hit the wrong button. Oh, and it’s a story that you have told at least 4 times now. Hell, I think you have told this story so much that it is outdoing the Radtiz saga as one of the most overtold things in history!

but as people are ignoring the small parts of it anyway (I may as well do this)

-Or you can wait for it to end and then explain it, but again we know the ending, we know what is going to happen.

And one last thing...

-Let me guess, it’s something that is going to make me want to laugh like a hyena?

TO HELL WITH SO-CALLED "COMMON-SENSE"

-*Laughing like a hyena pup*

(The stuff has hardly any meaning to me in this field) "Common-sense and good judgment won't save you this time... not from me."

-He does know what commen sense is, right? He does realize he basically just said, “You won’t win, because I’m a moron.”

-And now, for the hardest thing I can do on this, look at this image and try not to laugh. But it is so hard right now. I mean, look at it!!!! There is just so much wrong with it, that it isn’t even funny.

Let’s start with the color, wich is practically screaming 90s edge right now. This is all black, wich does not really stand out all that much in the grand scheme of things. Even characters like Darth Vader and Batman have some color in their athestic when they are designed. That’s because, making him pure black like this kind of just screams “Pay attention to me.” Now, a lot of the time, when the hero is meant to go rouge or turn evil, they usually will either invert their colors or wear their old costume as a cape. This is none of those thigns and is just something that makes me think of a kid trying way too hard.

Lastly, the face. Will someone please tell me where he stole it from? Because I know I saw that look before. Maybe it was done during the Titan era of Teen Titans when Dick and the others left the book or it was an unused design choice.

COUNT LOGAN: (formerly known as Beast Boy of the Teen Titans.)

-Formally known as the artist, his purpleness, and Smitty the wonder poodle.

Is an evil and very powerful interdenominational sorcerer, and is initially the primary antagonist of my fanfic,https://www.fimfiction.net/story/390095/friendship-is-failure-10--teen-titans-the-end-of-ends.

- is initially the primary antagonist of the Wii game Super Paper Mario.

Ok, with this and the “Twilight” thing back in the Lighting Dawn Page (Wich I will  get to) I am really starting to think he just grabs words from the wikipedia articles and uses them.

He was reincarnated from Beast Boy to serve as a slave to The Dark Prognosticus

-*Pulls out cell phone* Hello, Nintendo?

(A powerful and evil prophetic spellbook)

-Only Mykan can take something  from Super Mario and try to treat it seriously.

Garfield Mark Logan

-Hmmmm, better on this if this were only about the other four members of Titans. Only one thing to do...Research the hell out of it!!!!!

When he was 5, he got sick after being bitten by a green monkey. His parents saved him using an untested animal serum, which unintentionally mutated him green and gave his animal powers.

-It was a machine not a serum. If you are going to talk about a superhero, get your cannon straight! *Looks up* Oh, we are going animated. Well, as long as we stick to one of them, I should be fine

After that, Garfield's entire life was shaped by nothing but heartbreak, tragedy and misery!

-You know, except for the billions, the mansion, th fans, the love and affection, the...

Shortly after his mutation, Garfield’s parents died in a boating accident during a flood. An accident that still haunts him as he believed he could have prevented and saved his folks.

-Yep, stole this from the Titanstower site.

Then, his foster mother died in a tank explosion

-*looks it up on both the sites* Nope, it was foster father in a temple explosion and, wait a minute...

That’s from the freaking comics!!!!!!!

His legal guardian, Nicholas Galtry, despised the boy,

-Ok, we are going with the comics stories then? But, then this whole world will make even less sense. Because if this Dark Probobcious is as powerful as  you say it is then why isn’t it being watched over by Dr. Fate? Or being burnt into cinders by John Constantine?

Hell, searching for Beast Boy and getting him a new home is now even dumber because this is the DCU, and they love their heroes!

abused him daily and plotted to have him killed so he could get the inheritance money.

Garfield ran away, but was captured by two thieves, whom abused him and forced him to do their bidding.

-Hey, mr. fanboy, you got the order wrong! It’s Temple, Theives, and then  evil attorney.

That’s when the Doom Patrol came along, adopted the boy and trained him, and he because BEAST BOY.

-Well, actually it all depends on the universe. See, if you go by the cartoon, he broke into their hq and they found him worthy to be on the team. However, if you go by the ccomics, he tried to join the titans and doom patrol without telling of his guardian about his double life. However, they rejected him because they needed his guardians permission (Ok, what? So, did Dick set that up or was Roy just teasing?)

Then he was found by the titans when he was mesmerized by a ringleader to be a giant gorrila. Then he began to work with the Doom Patrol and was THen adopted by elasti-girl and steve Dayton after winning a legal battle with the lawyer. Sadly, since Doom Patrol never caught on as well as the X-men, they were cancelled in their 169th issue and were all killed with the exception of Beast Boy.

That was when he went into acting on the show Space Trek 2022 as the alien metamorph tork. However, he was the scrappy of the show and was fired. After traveling with his highschool girlfriend, Jillian (so much for Terra being the one.) he found himself back in the saddle when she was kidnapped by Arsenal (Galtry) After he kicked the bad guy’s ass, he joined Titans west along with Flamebird, Hawk and Dove,  Bumblebee, and two others even I don’t know. Meanwhile his powers continued to evolve until he could only change full into his animal forms

Due to Mento’s harshness,

-He must of hated the way he made fun of his hat.

And you wonder why the X-men are the more popular of the two.

and stubborn strict attitude,

-this was when he met the titans and...oh, is he still continuing? Sorry, comic history can be fascinating sometimes!!!!!

Beast Boy felt alienated from the team and struck out on his own.

-That is copied word-for word from the wikipedia article!!!!!

Everywhere he went he was rejected and treated harshly due to his green skin,

-Pictured, total rejection

Any comic reader know who the yellow winged guy and blue black guy are?

Wait...Ok, the girl is Lillith, the guy is Vox, and the yellow dude is golden eagle.

but eventually came the TEEN TITANS, and all that.

-Ok, I think he just mixed up at least two continuties here. Worst than I do, and I have seen more superhero crap than him.

Here, Beast Boy assumed the role of a comic relief-- telling bad jokes, being mischievous—

-Wich is his character that he loves and tends to make him liked and you are-

but all this is really a mask of laughter-- he uses it to hide the pain and sadness from his life.

-Going to make it sound as depressing as possible and OOC for your story to work.

(Much like supressing the rage, but eventually it will snap)

-Or as a way to relieve stress, but I am not a psych major.

Despite the good times he had with the Titans, there were more bad times than good.

-I have been watching the show and I can tell you right now that this bullcrap!

(Most of which came from Raven’s abuse and rudeness, and her supressing her powers is no excuse)

-Yeah and then you have all of the times she was caring towards him, but go on, I am curioous to see where you are going with this *Puts head on hands)

-They don’t include him

-Don’t include him in what? His games? Cartoon watching? What?!

-they make fun of him

-And he usually fires back.

-They insult him

-Raven smacks him (even when he’s right on Trouble in Tokyo)

-Awwwwwww, poor baby, lets back up the abulance.

-When he has a good idea (an honest one) they don’t listen to him

-Because he’s usually wrong?

Then again, that’s BB’s curse: Any friend or loved one he makes will eventually die or turn on him (It’s always the same)

-Pictured, a person turning on Beast Boy

Worse, people in the city don’t seem to appreciate him much (Preferring the other Titans to him)

-Been through 13 episodes so far and haven't seen a simgle sign of that.

Girls don’t like him, he can’t hang out with cool crowds unless the Titans are with him.

-Yeah, it’s not like he has a fan club or anything.

He’s pretty much an UNSUNG HERO (A person whose heroics go unnoticed and/or unappreciated by others)

-How horrible, he is doing this because its the right thing. Oh my god, this is simply horrifying.

(So as you can see… I already have MORE than enough to make him become Logan with or without THE GIRL)

-All based on lies, misunderstanding, and tricks of the mind.

Then, along came Terra. Finally, someone who liked him just for who he was,

-Unlike that Jillian woman or the other Titans who liked him because of his...

and they had so much in common too…

-Yeah, like she enjoyed his laughter and he thought she was pretty and...and there was...she was....Um...any titans fan care to help out?

it was like they were MADE FOR EACH OTHER, and that fate was finally rewarding BB for all his years of suffering!

-Yeah, by offering him a pretty girl! Who cares about the basic stuff like life completion, friendship, and a life goal to complete it. It’s the girl that is the most important thing in existance.

But then, there was THAT STUFF…

-Like it seems that the only reason why anybody ships them is becausse they are cute.

-Terra thinking he broke his promise about her powers

-Her involvement with Slade

-Her fighting the Titans

-Her turning into stone

-aka the adaptation of Judas Contract that was actually well done!

“You were the best friend… that I ever had!” (Her final words to him before turning to stone)

-And that scene was actually well done. And Beast Boy moved on, strong that he was.

And then, came Things Change.

-BOOOM!!!!!!!

There, had to get at least one head explosion out of me before moving on.

She pretend to have amnesia and was pushing him away because she wanted to forget her past (even all the good times they had) She wants nothing to do with Beast Boy.

-You go girl!!!! Grow up and move on through the pain, we are all rooting for you.

“You’re my friend! You’re a Teen titan!”

“You’re wrong!”

…all so she can live a normal life and forget her past!

-A perfectly reasonable reaction to a horrible trauma like almost DIEING!!!!!

That is cold, cruel, extremely selfish, and very foolish as well,

-Yeah, she’s not catering to YOUR, sorry beast boy’s, needs

but it’s not like she cares that she broke his heart… perhaps irreparably!

-Pictured, an eternal broken heart

(It’s hard to find a pic of Beast boy shipped with anyone but Raven)

He didn’t deserve that, not a bit!! The little guy’s gotta have something in this world to hope for.

-It doesn’t have to be love you know. IT can be friends, family, and the future. Love is just one of the many things you can find.

What’s he got to hope for now? His one and ONLY true love ditched him…

-I know this is odd, considering I am a huge shipper but...I really hate this idea. It basically says that you have no other choice but to have the ONE perfect love in the world. You are going to have multiple loves throughout your life that you will say is perfect until you discover that the best love is the great love. Sometimes you will move on, sometimes you won’t. But there is no such thing as there is only one true love.

(Just like everyone else he ever befriended or loved die)

-You know, except for EVERYPONY ELSE!!!!

(end of BB’s origin)

-As interpited by a guy who has never read a comic before in his life.

THE DARK PROGNOSTICUS

-I do not care if this is from Super Paper Mario or how awesome it is...it still makes me think of noses!!!

After the breakup, things only went from bad to Worse. He was highly disrespected in JC

-Wich is odd, considering that this is the DCU, where they make freaking museums dedicated to their superheroes.

-The newspapers only did columns on the other Titans (Not interested with him)

-PP: Um, Mr. Jamenson, why do you only want me to pick up photos of Robin, Raven, Cyborg, and Starfire.

JJJ: PArker, everyone knows that Beast Boy photos don’t sell!!!!

-There was no BB merchandise in the stores (Just that for the other Titans)

-Man the collector’s market must be a bitch over there. Either that or every store is owned by Matell. Yes, I am still bitter about the lack of Katara figures!

-More and more BB’s favorite hangout places had changed and were not replaced (Leaving him with very little ways to go)

-Ok, now this has gone from bad luck, to conspiracy, to just plain rediciously sad.Surprised that he hasn’t said that Beast Boy’s favorite show was then cancelled, and that Sega announced it’s ending Sonic games.

As if he weren’t miserable enough, Despite the Titans trying to be sympathetic, all they really did was badger him to accept change and “MOVE ON!!”

-How dare they try and get him to get a life. Those horrible people. I can see why I am on their side and not that on the whiner’s

What the hell does HE have to move on too? The other titans have moved on from their problems.

-What? No they haven’t!!!!

-Robin and starfire are dating

-Yeah, I can see how this addresses their own individual character conflicts. It was only their romance that was important.

-cyborg is cool with who he is and people love him

-Yeah, those few scenes are all that’s needed to say that he’s fine with being trapped forever in a metal shell, unable to touch anything and is an inhuman creation.

-Raven beat Trigon, he’s no longer a threat to her.

-So totally makes up for the YEARS of truma she is acculmating.

…and BB is still losing things, as well as confidence in his team (Then again… that’s his curse: They love you, and they turn on you)

-Because you do the following...

And don't you try to tell me The Titans wouldn't do that, because THEY ARE capable of doing so, and to me, they are no exceptions. they either die or turn into jerks (Just like everyone else BB ever encountered)

-Am convinced that if you do one bad thing, that will forever taint you for life. No matter who you are, you can never change yourself for the better.

After many fights with the Titans and having a super falling out, BB quit.

-shame he didn’t stay longer, he missed out on the party they had to celebrate his farewell.

Realizing he can’t stay in JC or with the Titans anymore as they are only ADDING to his pain!

-*Imagines Beast Boy dressed in goth clothing and laughs*

Then again, where would he go?

-Titans west? Bunk with Aqualad who he had built a bond with? You know, those superheroes that you say there is no room for even though you spent time putting in the additions of the Doom patrol for no appearent reason!!!!!

He tried to go to other towns and maybe start over… again he got rejected, booed and judged harshly for his green skin and prejudice people.

-This makes no sense whatseover considering his own fandom and how many people love him.

To top it all off, the nights were cold, creepy

-Oh gee, if only he could become an animal with a lot of fur or a cold-blooded reptile.

and filled with nightmares of his past!

-The one time he ripped Dick’s comics, his nightmare about being turned into a veggie burger, that one nightmare where he is stuck in a musical and he is one of the worst human beings on the planet.

All the people he had lost, all the people he thought were his friends, all the people who wronged and betrayed him!!

-That pizza he had ordered a month ago that was lost. That comic he will never read, and of course, the lost of ms. Snugglebottom

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

-Roy: *Throws a rock* Quiet out there, I am trying to sleep!!!!

Overtaken by extreme anger, hatred, pain and sadness, Beast Boy went POSITIVELY INSANE!!

-Calm down, no need to get excited

Any bit of light and love in his heart had complete diminished after so much pain and torture!

-Ok that is it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7IxliAPjAk

Just replace the rest of the blog with this charactrer!

(Just like any human being who suffered so much for so long. Sometimes they just SNAP.)

-More like is a self entitled boob who wants everyone to kow tow to him and him alone and won’t listen to reason

The Dark Prognosticus could sense this, and Teleported to him from Raven’s room.

-Yonk!!!!!

Only someone with heart filled with extreme hatred and darkness would be able to unleash the powers within.

-Ok, so let me get this straight. With all of the powerful and black hearted villians in this world. Ones that would so easily fill the job of being the dark one that this thing craves, it picks out a lonely and sad little teen who only lost his family and girl? There are probably billions of other people out there who are suffering from the same type of thing Beast Boy is, but this one time he is going to hone in on?!

The book was now fully awake, and IT

-They all float down here gar!

had chosen HIM to be THE ONE to unlock the dark magic with in and fulfill it's dark desires.

-Garflied: Really, me? Not say someone with a whole ton of power or someone who would lead better or someone who has a blacker heart than me?

DP: Yeah, look, you are the only one who would follow orders and not stab me in the back for power.

Whether or not BB wanted to do this or not (Which he didn’t) the choice was not his!

-Why does this feel like a filmaker trying to defend the actions of his character to help with his vision?

The book was choosing HIM, and that was final!

-Yeah there it is, the it was them not my character.

No amount of will or nobility or courage could defy it.

-Can’t fix it because I am the writer and what I say goes. Look this was all cliche when Homer tried it in the Illiad!

The Book shot him dead…

-Oh, bang bang, he shot him down, bang bang that aweful sound.

(That’s how the Doom Patrol found his corpse)

-Again, billions of other people out there, but he was the one he homed in on. Then again, Beast Boy was the one who broke into his room. But you should feel sorry for the sap.

Now everything was set and ready for the book to work it’s will and put its curse in motion.

-You know what I love about this? Reading this whole thing means I don’t have to read the fic.

...

Not that I was going to anyway, kind of not really interested in his non-starfleet stuff. Well, except for the stuff I’m usng for evolution but that is another fic.

Beast Boy’s spirit and personality soon began to fade away as he was cursed and corrupted by darkness and hatred beyond imagination.

-If that is beyond imagination, then boy howdy do you have a limited imagination.

Finally, he was reborn, as an adult version of himself, an embodiment of darkness and servant to the book.

-A nega pope?

He became COUNT LOGAN

-A name so important, I had to capitalize it.

: A villain who is motivated by grief and regret!

-Never heard of that one before! It’s like the third time you made this!

(It's not because of just Terra dumping him, I think we've already COVERED that. Insist that it's just because Terra dumped him... "You're are dense")

-I empthasised this, not to say “Well, he has a point,” I am empathising the just to point out that it doesn’t really matter in the eyes of the viewer or the reader. See, if you wanted us to believe that it wasn’t just Terra dumping him, then leave out the stalking and the scenes where he gets beaten by the bullies. Leave out the bits where he is pining for her every five minutes. As it stands, it seems that it was only Terra that was responsible.

Hell, by not having Beast Boy talk about his past, all of the above you have said feels like tacked on filler to try and make it seem like it wasn’t the only thing that was affecting him.

A slave to the book,

-I would make a religion joke here, but I want to think I have more aof an appreciation for my audience.

Logan had no choice but to accept his new position fate. He could never go back to the way he was. He was created by evil to SERVE evil (Nothing more)

-and yet still has the mind and body of Beast Boy why? Wouldn’t this be a hinderance to him?

“I am doing as I was created for. These are the wishes of The Dark Prognosticus. I serve it…! This is my fate. The price I had to pay for the way things were. The way I suffered!”

-You will never understand my needs Terra! You will never understand my pain!

(Logan explaining to Terra his position)

That and he may as well use this opportunity to exact VENGEANCE on people who wronged him.

-Hmmmm, died and came back. I could explain my experiences or go on a talk show and make millions. Or I could go evil. Well, evil has cookies.

Using his new powers, Logan began to kill others to understand his might and increase his abilities.

-Understanding through death, makes sense.

He eventually Met Dr. Nekard,

-Must not break down laughing at the name. I will not break down laughing at the name.

whom became his first minion, after which, Logan used the powers of the book to create his other three minions to help him in quest.

-Let’s see, what will we need? A hot sexy general, a lackey with a special power, and a big dumb tough one.

Eventually constructing a castle to serve as their base of operations, located in a realm composes entirely of darkness

-He constructed his own freaking castle...Dude, get out of the evil business and get into evil constructing! You’ll make a mint.

(Reflecting the Count’s heart… cold… miserably… painful)

-Why is it that every description you put in is like a goth kid’s first poetry section!

and his outfit,

-Is the second lamest attempt at a costume I had ever seen and I am a sonic fan.

the way it covers his entire body is because he doesn’t wish to look upon himself (Because he was shamed and ashamed)

-So he was created by the Dark Proboscis, but he still retains enough of his sanity and will to be shamed.Methinks you are trying to have some cake and eat it too.

Poor Logan was a mess; deep down all this was still not helping him, and life itself has become a prison, always reminding him of his betrayal and heartbreaks!

-

Sorry but all of this talk is making me think of pennance. Aka, someone’s bright idea. Someone thought of this, thought it was cool and an interesting take on the character. Someone thought that this was an interesting take on the character.Someone thought this design was a good idea!

He hated it that other people had it better than he did,

-*A slave on Apocolpsy* Yup, having the time of my motherfucking life down here!

and he began to see the worlds and meaningless and worthless!

-Even the planet of the malls?!

However, even death itself could not solve his problems, as even in death there is no escape from the feelings of darkness.

-Exesue?

So incredibly insane, hurt and upset

-No, please go back to how he is feeling things after death.

(As well as it being the wishes of the Dark Prognosticus as well as his own fate)

-No, sop right there! You are saying an emotional impossiblity.

he realized all he could now to end his suffering was to fulfill the Dark Prognosticus’ wishes:

-I said stop! How in the seven hells are you supposed to feel remorse, sadness, and depression while you are dead? What are we using Green Lantern logic now? Because if we are, then you just invalidated a comment you made not too long ago where you said,

“I am not using the rest of the comics because there is no room for those heroes.”

He was going to get revenge by destroying everything that wronged him, took away his happiness and everything he couldn’t stand… Existence itself!

-Thanos steps in, and frowns at him, “That’s my job Logan.”

Logan: No, I’m all power ful and-urrk *Neck snap by the mad titan.*

Thanos: And that was for trying to mooch on my girl Death.

Death of the Endless: *rolls eyes* Fine, one picinic.

Thanos: YAY!!!!! *Skips away*

Before you Thanos fanboys come at me for the previous setch, let me say this...Thanos is my favorite of the Marvel Galatic villians. I make fun of him as often as I do Doom and Dr. Doom is my favorite Comic Book villian of all time.

So he turned to the pages and unleashed the greatest and deadlist spell/prohphecy

-Will someone get this guy a Thesarus...and a dictionary, because he still has no idea what deities are.

within the book, and thus, THE VOID

-~into the void~ *Starts rocking out the kiss music.

was formed which would eventually engulf the entire universe!

-Antimonitor: Hey mack, get out of my line of work  *Wipes Logan from Exsitance* I swear, all of these yutzes standing in my way. Oy Vey, it’s enough to get a brain hemorage.

...

Don’t know why I made the Antimonitor Jewish on that joke.

“What have I done?!” (Logan regretting his actions)

-Ah, see this is classic “My character isn’t bad, really!” actions to try and make you think that he is ok. Here is the problem though...You just talked about how he wants to wipe out his pain and misery, you have put this all on him. You have spent the past few paragraphs into making him into a whiny putz that you don’t have sympathy for, at all.

With the prophecy now in motion, Logan felt content, but deep down he was greatly remorseful.

-I am really happy about this! But also I am vewy sad. Won’t you please pity me!!!!!!!

However, because he was a slave to the Dark Prognosticus, he couldn’t let his emmotions get to him,

-And so he-lets his emotions get to him and he goes off on a mass murdering rampage because he feels angry, hate, despair, loss, and so many other emotions.

so he continued on his path as a way of accepting his position and making the most of things.

-Made the castle into a bacherlor pad, got a hot tub, brought out some game systems, made a theater system, kind of homey actually.

To strengthen the void, Logan and his henchmen killed people and obliterated more worlds themselves to accelerate the void’s expansion.

-This was, in hindsight, really stupid as it will attract attention. He chose to do the smart thing instead and wait it out. It was long, but it was well worth it.

Logan decided Tamaran would be the first world to go, as he was angered by Starfire and Robin, and how their relationship worked and he lost Terra.

-*Bangs head* You just said that this wasn’t just about Terra!!!!!! Look, if you want us to believe that this isn’t about Terra, then leave her out of it. Remove her from this paragraph and your argument is won. Here, I’ll help!

He wanted Starfire to see and feel what it was like ot have everything you ever loved taken away from you

-There, this is all that was neeeded, but by adding in Terra you have ruined you own bleeding argument!!!

“My pain becomes your pain!”

-Here suffer you slave girl who was trapped on a station, lived with the fear of being raped, tortured, and emotionally scarred worst than I am. Feel my pain!!!!

Logan wished the Earth not be destroyed just yet (Maybe tinkered with) mainly because he still has SOME fondness of his homeworld (and Terra was on it)

-*drinks some Romulan Ale* And another thing about your argument, it doesn’t really hold water under-hic-under-hic-srcuntny

Deep down he actually still had feelings for the girl, and his remorse continued to eat at him (Especially after all he had done)

-*drinks some more* see, right there? By saying that he feels about her and that he cares for her, you are making this more and more about Terra. You bearly touch upon anyhting else about his backstory. It’s like you only use it for more emotional baggage. Sorry kid, but that won’t fly.

He eventually captured Terra and brought her to his castle as prisoner, where he would make her watch all the worlds fall and then he would kill her too.

-Then you add this malarky into the mix, giving us more reason to believe that this is solely about Terra. You don’t want us to believe that this is only about her, then ditch her. Remove her from the equation. And *Drinks* I don’t think I can feel my eyes

Plop.

“You wanted Change, Terra? YOU GOT IT!!!”

-You know what would be an interesting twist...if Terra killed herself because of all of this. I mean, she can’t be normal, she is being forced into a superhero role now, and appearently can’t even have her own opinion without causing death. I would be looking out for her, guys.

But this was it. Logan was completely broken, a prisoner not only of his own power but his feelings as well.

-Wich, even though it isnt just about Terra, is revolving around Terra for some odd pecular reason.

After much time of being haunted and feeling extreme guilt of all he had done (Including beheading Flurry Heart as was shown earlier int he fic)

-As well as the sin of wearing that horrible outfit!!!! I mean, my god, that outfit is like one of the worst things I have ever seen in my life!!!!

He had truly seen just how evil and despicable he had become, and he fell into despair worse than anything he had ever had.

-So, let’s go over the dark Prognosticator little plan here.

Pick an emo teen who is convinced that his life is misry and sadness and we should all suffer like he has because no one else in the world has.

Put him under his control so he can destroy everything in exsitance

Instead of giving him a happy life to make control easier, he maks sure that he falls DEEPER into dispair, setting it up for an immintent downfall

Lets him kidnap the girl who is responsible for all of this

?????

Profit!

I am really thinking that this bad guy sucks as plans.

He loved Terra so much, and nothing he could do would change that.

-Wich is why, instead of controlling her, he threw her into a dungeon and made her suffer the torment of watching the world go bye. Truely he is a tragic lover in all of this

He really wished there was some way he could end all this, maybe even reverse it all (Bring back those he killed) and maybe… just maybe, things could be okay again.

-Well, there is always Mykan’s tried and true Dues Ex Machina! Why worry about consequences when there is Dues Ex Machina

However, there were problems regarding all this.

-That he was being written by a writer who thinks that this all you need to make a sympathetic villian?

-Logan could not close the void. Once he had unleashed it… it’s out of his hands. He can’t stop it no matter how much he or may not want to.

-Why?

“The prophecy cannot be stopped. Even I cannot stop it now!”

-Also he was still owned by the Dark Pronogsticus. It was the master, he was the slave. He had no choice but to continue to fulfill the book’s desires. It was what he was created for!

-And in order to do this for peak efficencay, he...kept all of the memories. Again, villian of the year.

-Plus, now that he thought about it, why should he stop? He’s come this far. It’s too late to go back, and he’s got nothing to gain by going back anyway.

-Are you feeding us information or giving us story beats, because this is all stuff we can glance over as we read this stuff. Then again, considerign your prose is usually very dull and dry.

Count Logan will never be a redeemable villain no matter how many times you claim he is/will be. (Words of a mocker)

-Gee, think its because of the whole entire baby killing; thing?

That’s how they all treated him while he just BB, the same way you’re treating him now. (My argument)

-So your argument is, since they treated hi bad once in a while that it is ok for him to go genocidal on us all?

So what’s he got to gain by stopping? Nothing but more heartache, more misery, pain, and all the things that what started all this in the first place.

-*Puts on psycological glasses*  Now, maybe we should start talking about your psycogolgical issues.

Joking aside, while this kind of thinking is ok for a villian, it’s generally more accepted if the villian had some sort of charisma or was really  symptatpetic to us readers. This allows us to understand their plight. However, the way Beast Boy is written in this, feels more like his just crying his eyes out for nothing, especially in comparison to his fellow heroes.

He can never move on, (He has nothing to move on to) There is nothing to be gained from quitting, only lost.

-Except freedom, help, and a lovely new vacation in the bahamas. But, then again, this is the weakest villian I have met.

Since the prophecy could not be stopped…

-For reason’s hereto unexplained.

He couldn’t free himself from his bond with the book…

-Even though, later on we see him break the connection by just having a new bad guy take it up.

And he felt he had come too far to quit and had nothing to gain by stopping… Logan regarded his remorse as pointless, and he continued on destroying things (But his remorse continued to eat away at him and it pained him dearly)

-So, he hated to destroy, but he kept on anyway even though it did nothing to help him...You know, there is a proper way to do this. If any of you have a favorite villian that has this persona, please write it down in the comments below.

As Logan continued with his plans he had lied to his henchmen.

-Jerk!

He told them that after all worlds were destroyed, he would build whole new worlds with peace and happiness that THEY could enjoy “With none of the icky stuff” as the minions put it.

-Define icky stuff, and if you could please do it as an adult, that would be great thanks.

When In actuality, he is planning on leaving it all in ruin and perishing along with it, feeling he has nothing left to live for and is too upset and ashamed with what he has done to go on anyway. (Though he cared deeply for his minions)

-You know, you could skip steps one through three by just letting the void do it’s job. You would win...you would succeed.

To him, the world just held no meaning, no joy, and nothing to exist for as it pained him so much. There was nothing at all that could save him now…

…Nothing!

-*Aighs*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXYiU_JCYtU

VEWING

-Viewing what? Am I supposed to see something?

Count Logan is a very unique figure to the heroes and the ponies.

-Wait, what? How? He sounds like generic villian 587 to me. Doesn’t seem all that different from any other villian who has the “Woe is me and my life, how much misery do I have suffer in order for me to have my life fufilled.”

He is the only enemy they have ever faced who is driven by sadness

-What?

What?!

WHAT???!

I...I just. I am trying my best to not use Mr. Freeze because that one is too easy! Oh god, there are just so many that are motivated by sadness it isn’t even funny. I mean, isn’t that like one of the three big motivators for villians? Insanity, rage, and sadness leading to a desire for revenge?

Dude, do not try and anyalize a comic book villian if your only connection to the universe is a freaking cartoon show!

and remorse, rather than a lust for power or control.

-Hmmm, I count Sombra as one of the ones motivated purely by control. Starlight was motivated by the sadness of losing her only friend, Tempest was by the fact everyone shunned her after getting scared, And then we have some of the DC villians. I mean, shoot, just one season of the Flash will give you plenty of villians motivated by sadness and heartbreak.

He created the void out of bitterness and heartbreak.

-But again, Terra was not a determining factor. Remember that.

All he wanted to was end his suffering (Something that only NON-EXISTANCE could make happen)

-Still don’t know how you feel anything while dead or why the book picked a winy teenager instead of any of the heartless other bad guys out there in the DC universe.

He at first seems to be a stereotypical, heartless villain, with no feelings or regard for anyone or anything!

-And he is. Thank you for agreeing with me.

Only now to be understood; Logan is in fact an emotionally tortured person which makes him less evil than he appears

-PFFFFTT!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

Ok class, sit around, it’s time for another lesson in writing. From an ACTUAL writer and not some chump who thinkgs that writing is something that you just do to relieve yourself og pain.

Just because you understand a person and their actions, does not make him a tragic villian. It doesn’t make him less evil, just because you know his actions. Look at Dr. Doom. He lost his mother and that is his big motivation, does this mean that we should see his desire to conqure the world as less evil? NO! It is still freaking evil.

You want to make a tragic and sympathetic villian, fine. That is perfectly fine and dandy, some of my favorite villians of all time are tragic villlians, but don’t try to force it onto us. Look, Magneto is a very tragic villian, but his past doesn’t hide the fact that he still KILLED an entire ship of people and would wipe out all homo sapiens if he had the chance.

(His actions are not justifiable but they are understandable)

-No, they are not. Doing this because your mother is held by the devil, understandable. Because you feel that the Kryptonian is misusing his power while you are incapable of understanding the basic thought of genuine kindness, understandable. Doing this because you found out that your whole freaking life was a lie and that it was all because some electric company wanted you to lead them to a promise land and that the greed of humanity is making you inot a horrible person? Understandable. KEfka...is not understandable and is just scary.

He is a tragic, sadistic and hopeless character, whose evil deeds, hatred of worlds and lust for destruction were all born from the purest of emotions… LOVE.

-If you have to tell us this, congratualtions, you failed in making a really tragic character. What’s more, by not showing us any real remorse, we don’t really feel that he is...

Wait...

LOVE!!!!!!!

You mean, you just went on a few minutes, tellin us about how this was tragedy and all of that jazz, just to break it down to love?!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSpcXtFe1Jo

All he ever wanted was to be truly loved and understood, instead he always got the exact opposite of all this. The Titans negligence and pushy ways pushed him over the edge.

-Looks at all of the times Beast Boy is paling around with the gang( Oh yeah, I can so totally see that. I mean it is so obivious that Beast Boy was negelted and was painfully pushed on.

Will you please stop pushing your own agenda onto a character?

The Titans, as well as others are responsible for creating Count Logan and bringing forth all the chaos.

-So our sympathies lie with them since they are trying to save people and stop this while he is basically letting himself be pushed around.

-THEY were harsh with him

-THEY drove him insane

-You know the problem with the above? If I wasn’t a fan of the show, I would be questioning this with the question of where is the proof.

-THEY caused him to lose faith which allowed the book to curse him

-Again, even though the book had a billion other canditates, this whiny putz was more worthy.

*At the titans and Terra* "...You did this!" (That is what I'm aiming for in the story: It's more THEIR fault all this is happening... though it doesn't excuse BB's actions either)

-And you...failed. Hard. It isn’t even funny with how hard you failed at bringing this important message to life. Why? Because we never really see him remorseful for his actions and evrrything he does in this feels more like everyoen is at fault for not bowing to him and treating him like a god because he has had a bad life. Oh boo hoo hoo. We are so saddened by something that obiviously doesn’t really affect him. This totally makes us sympathetic to his cause and think that the titans, who only wanted him to move on, are the bad guys in this.

and NOOOOOOOO... regardless of what you may pretend to think (Without hurting yourselves)

-And this also hurts your argument, because now it makes you look like a child. Well, you are one.

I was trying to justify BB's actions,

-You know, if you just read what you write once in a while, I wouldn’t have as much fun as I am now.

I'm just trying to say that his actions were UNDERSTANDIBLE. (Not that it matters, since you people are still whining about it anyway)

-I am not whining, I’m complaining. Do you want to hear whining?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csPPqdbcVwM

Thank you Rarity.

Ra: You are welcome darling.

So now it's clearer... I suggest people learn to READ and not judge.

-Translation: Let my character alone! He is pure and untouchable! Stop trying to hurt his feelins by insultin him! You are all monsters who need to learn better! WAHHHHHHHHH!

Sorry, but we read and we interpit. You don’t want that, then don’t write it.

Until next Time... I leave you vids that have Logan in them...

-Oh joy. Welll, lets see what we got here tonight!!

Mykan out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=176&v=d63QJZ1OP9E

-Ehh, the song is a little too depressing and doesn’t really match up. The lyrics are a bit dull and lifeless.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=42&v=SbMlE9LEQWE

-Jared Leto, please do not give this guy a dead rat, he doesn’t deserve it.

Anyway, this song doesn’t really work. This is a whiny little brat who is striking out against the world just because he doesn’t get what he wants. The song talks about the futility of war, about it affects the soldiers beyond what we see, and how it hurts everyone. There is no favorites in war, only titles that we give ourselves anf what others tell us we are. And in the end, war will will change us all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_BbyyXBVPw

-I apologize for Les Mis fans. He probably never really watched the show at all. But if I am right, this is again talking about tragedy and the loss og friends who moved on. This is not all about you screaming out about how thee guys are wrong.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=QMLEoJqeAeg

-*BANG!* You do not sully one of the most important days in human history with your slime.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=1V01K51igO4

-Somedays I wonder if he actually watches these musicals or jut listens to the songs.

Now then, unlike the Bio I made for him (Because I spied on people and saw they're getting ready to riff him... like fish to the hook)

-Hey, sorry I was late to the party but work was literally zapping the comedy out of my body.

Now I'm going to give my own insights on what I made The End of Ends like it was.

-HAHAHA!!! Buddy, once it is out there, any and all interpitations belong to us the readers. We do not care about you.

And remember... It's NOT just because BB was dumped by Terra, but that plus an and entire life of hardship, tragedy, heartbreak, misery and shameful people treating him wrong.

-Sadly, since you use the “Greatest emotion of all, love” line, you made it more about Terra than what you were going for, sorry, but them’s the breaks kid.

Firstly, people like to tell me how wrong I am about how the Titans treat Beast Boy,

-You kind of are. Big Time. It’s like saying Misty is a bitch while forgetting the rest of her character traits. That is called, ‘flanderization.’ not that you would know anything about that, right?

perhaps they are wrong, but it makes no difference to me.

-I love how this is never about you and how you are wrong. No, it’s all on us.

Remember, my RULE OF ONE SIDE

-Ah yes, that stupid rule.

It's all ONE or all THE OTHER, not both-

-Because that is how humanity works! Remember, there is only one type of person and a person acts only like one way all of the time. He never changes or has his moments of kindness.

Sometimes the Titans are nice to him, sometimes they are mean to him.

-It’s like humanity has different emotions and feelings throughout their lifetimes and it takes more than just a few days to get to know a person.

  Not anymore, it's either all one or all the other.

-Aren’t you glad I am not making a politcal joke right now? I so could but I refuse!

 They are either all bad or all good.

-Yeah, its not like I know of good people back where I used to work and I can tell you about them, but they were all bad. Yep, no good at all. Or I would say that if I were a jerk.

  (And if they are all bad, then anything good that's ever happened is now null and void to me "It means nothing")

- That’s right. Even if you do good oout there people, according to Mykan logic, you are already bad and must be punished. Don’t try and redeem yourself or make yourself better, just bask in the glow of your own villany, or better yet...

Like I also told you before, Beast Boy respected Terra's wishes and let her go (Be it I wrote it that way or not) and for that... I'm going to beat him up.

-And people wonder if the scene on Fall was a paraelle to how the characters feel about Mykan abandoning them and treating them like garbage

 You know the rules in my world- If a guy loses a girl and it really steams me, then the guy will not only be denied having any happiness in his life BY ME,

-Because you are the high allmighty master of the realm and we must all obey you, or else. Yadda yadda. We know, and that they must follow your evil whims or be punished because they can’t have lives or do what you lack the courage to do you mangy coward.

 the following must go into effect.

-And here we go, you might want to get some hot chocolate. Most likely, you heard this one before

-He lives a long and pointless life, with nothing but scorn from others, unappreciated, and loses more than he gains all the time (This way, he'll have nothing to gain by moving on)

-Even if it makes no sense, it’s completely OOC, and really just ends up demeaning the character in the end. Hey as long as my sense of worth is built back up.

-Have a super falling out with those who were once his friends. Again, I don't care if people say his friends never treated him that way, MY RULES ARE MY RULES.

 -I would like to imagine when he says these things that he has his fingers in his ear and screaming “Can’t hear you!!!”

You break them, and I'll break you

-Heh, these characters are stronger than you think. They won’t break so easily.

 (The cartoon character) and Common Sense and good judgment won't save you this time.

-You know, when you say this, you are just saying that you have no common sense or good judgement. Wich kind of says a lot by your standards.

-He must become an Anti-Hero by choice, or become the primary antagonist (Usually NOT by choice) There was no "Yes or No" when it came to that book. It chose him, and that was it. "The choice is not yours"

-Deconstructed that out the window. Although, I do want to go for another round on that one.

 -Do not reconcile with former friends. The friendship is shattered... FOREVER,

-Yes, because that’s how it works. That is so how life works for those of you who are usually insane in the membraine.

end of story. Even if I wrote it so BB agreed to help the others face Draken in the final battle, in the end,

-It doesn’t even matter!

Sorry, in a Linkin Park mood

he would still wish NEVER to makeup and reconcile with them, balk at their desires to want to make up with him, and just leave,

-Only to cry about it a little later on his blog about how much they suck and are cruel and he wants his momma.

so they'll all feel dejected, hurt, and Terra can be heart-broken (Hopefully irreparably like how she did to him.)

-Either that or they all party like crazy while he is gone and get Kid Flash as a replacement.

-If reconciliation looks hopeful, the dude must die.

-Wow, you are a giant monster aren’t you? I mean, there is evil, there is cruel, and then there is you.

  That way he STILL can't reconcile with his friends, and they can still be hurt (That's why I killed BB on Friendship is Failure #3, so the potential will never be.)

-And yet it still felt like it did in the end. See, this is what happens when you try to do something that you just aren’t  good at.

Yeah, I know (I can tell without reading) a lot of you are insulting me right now

-Actually, I am making a soundtrack for Fall arc 1. Trying my best to think of a good Dislestia theme that I have.

and saying how much my rules suck. Well it sucks to be you then. "When you read in my world, you'll read by my rules."

-And the problem with that is, the moment we came here, it became our world too.

And the rule stands for BB or any guy in a couple I deeply supported: "Get the Girl... or Get punished!"

-Even if they don’t really have that much in common or are really all thatgood together, they must get together.

But remember, Terra is not the only factor.

Now, as for Logan himself, people also complain "He's too stuish and overpowered"

-I’m not complaining. I like OP bad guys. It makes me excited to kick thier asses. It feels so good that there are strong bad guys for me to kick. Because to me, a god is just another face for me to kick. If there is a dinosaur in the ice, then I want to teach it to balance atop a ball and-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wh8ii9AFdSQ

Well, he kinda HAS to be, and for several reasons.

-Because I am an unoriginal hack who has no idea how tension works.

1: He is supposed to have the tittle

-I am going to be mature and not laugh at that mistake. I will not laugh and move on.

of "An Evil that is beyond ALL imagination"

-Its a shame that he isn’t, not really. Shishio, Kefka, Sephiroth, hell even Garland are more badass and evil beyond all imagination than this guy. At worst, he’s Kylo Ren.

  (Regaurdless of whatever wangasty, bitchiness, or emo slurrs people wish to mock him with)

-Oh please, as if I resort to slurs. I let the other people and my betters do that for me. I prefer to deconstruct.

 With a title like that, he SHOULDN'T be that easy to beat or even scratch,

-Ah, but with everything, there has to be a balance. Go too far one way and he’ll seem too invinvable and not very believable that the heroes can win. And when you go too far where you are taking out power houses from the cannon verse. Well, then it goes way to far and makes it look less like the villian is powerful and just an over bearing boss.

For example, Freiza was just the right mix of super powered while making it believable that he could be taken down. Dio is the same way.

 otherwise he's just another MOTW. (Monster of the Week)

-We know how Acronyms work.

  He has to be really strong, fierce, and deadly, to hold up a reputation like that

-Or just be poweful and intimating.

(Something that NO MLP villian ever did with me... not even Sombra or the Storm king)

-Wait, so the tops for you are Storm King and Sombra? SOMBRA AND STORM KING! Look I love Storm King and all, he’s a fun and silly villina, but tops on the mlp roster he is not. Hell, Tempest stole the show from him! And you put the dreaded Even on him as if he was some sort of powerhouse of MLP villians?

I'm just doing this now to mock the Storm King (Practically all MLP villains...)

-Oh this is going to be fun. Allow me to start with some Storm King questions.

*Picture Logan talking to the Storm King*

*The storm king wishes to help Logan, feeling he become more powerful if they teamed up*

Storm King: Wait, why would I want to work with this guy. He’s kind of...emo and depressing. He’ll cramp my style! Besides, he just isn’t that marketable. I mean, look at that armor, my stocks will plummet from the idea alone!

Logan: "In your world, they call you "A King?"

S.K: Well, acutally they call me the boss. I am trying to get King Trademarked but the lawyers say I don’t have a case. No good snakes.

Logan: "In mine... we would call you "a child"

Storm King: Me, a child? Oh that’s funny coming from mr. Livejournal. I have something you don’t, emo boy. Personality. Yeah, Tempest may outshine me in the movie, but lets face it...at least I’m fun. You just cry every five minutes and say how we all need to bow to you.

"An arrogant, demanding, blinded child!

Storm King: Are...are you ignoring me? I just insulted you and you are just going off on your tagent?

Do you really think that you can come to me with a proposition, assumed that I even WANT or NEED your help? Storm King...!

Storm King: Hey, you came to me, appearently to mock me. You must not have much to do.

  *Chuckles* Oh, forgive me... "Your highness." You said we understood each other... You COULD NOT be more wrong!"

Storm King: You’re right, we don’t understand each other. Give me a moment. *Snaps fingers* Tempest?

Tempest: *rolls eyes* Yes, master.

Storm King: Write me a sob story.

Tempest: *Frowns, and uses her magic to type up a story* Here ya go boss. I’m going to go get hosed.

Storm King: Ahem...My mother abused me until I was 10, leaving me to fend for myself. All the while I craved the kind touch of someone, anyone out there. It was soon that I realized that by letting others follow me, I could make the world care for me and love me like I always wanted. This also helped to fill in the loss of my father and friends, who always seemed to dissappear whenever I got close to anyone. I decided to become king in order to make the world love me.

There, now I have a sad sack story, now we understand each other.

Logan: "I understand you; your petty quest for bits of power... your need to conquer... your desires! But you... don't see me."

Storm King: *Blinks* I see you, right there. You are standing there, in front of me.

Logan: "Oh, but I am, especially in one particular way: I've EARNED my title and my position. You've been GIVEN yours, Storm King.

Storm King: Weren’t you given your power because a book saw you and thought that you were perfect for the host. Then it GAVE you the power to wipe out existance? That sounds like you were given the power to me. Right Tempest?

Tempest: *slurred* Too drunk to care!!!!!

Storm King: See? You were also given the power to make all of this by that book.Were it not for the book you would be just little Beast Boy!

I... am a true embodiment of darkness... and you're just a little boy."

Storm King: If the embodiment of darkness is a whiny 17 year-old...I need a new line of work.

Logan *Cuts in&: "You are excused... *Taps his Cane for his minions to come* Take him away, and dispose of him."

Storm King: Don’t bother, I’m out! Have fun with your destruction or whatever. By the way, my assasstant emptied your booze storage.

Tempest: ~HEre we are, the princessess of the universe~

Whoo! That felt good... now moving on...

-Awww, but I was having fun putting in the actual Storm King personality and ignoring your horribly adapted piece of material. Yeah, I know he stole it. Don’t know where, but I know he stole the dialouge.

2: He's so overpowered: Well... um, in case you didn't notice

-Yeah, I kind of been skimming the original...kind of boring if you ask me.

"He's trying to LITERALLY obliterate the universe" and in a short time as well (A matter of weeks)

-Do not get me started on your little timeline shennigans!

Don't you think you need an awful lot of power for that--

-The empire did it with only a small planetoid.

to destroy planets whole, shatter multiple stars with one strike, wipe out a million races just like that. You need LOTS of power for that.

-Eh, just a planet sized planet buster and you’re good.

And remember... It's NOT just because BB was dumped by Terra,

-But it is, I’m just trying to lie my pants off.

but that plus an and entire life of hardship, tragedy, heartbreak, misery and shameful people treating him wrong.

-i.e nobody kissing his ass and treating him like a king.

  He's angry, insane, and hurt, and he wishes to stop the pain and get revenge at the same time... Killing himself simply, will not do it (As spirits can feel pain as well, and eventually the spirits of others would join him in death...

-WHAT?!

 but through NON-EXISTENCE, that won't happen)

-Antimoniter: Ok, now I am gonna sue somebody.

Also, getting back to the Titans, and my STILL being wrong about the way they treated

-Oh joy, more “They hurt my cinnamon roll!!!!”

 Beast Boy, I still don't care. The goal of the story was to make it more THEIR FAULT all that destruction happened

 -So to prove your point, you had to lie, falsifie evidence, make faulty excuses, and trick the audience.

(They drove BB off the edge... which made the book curse him... which brought forth the destruction)

-It was all their fault and not the whiny crybaby in the corner who wants everyone to kow tow to his needs!!!!

"You did it, Titans"

-You know, this would be the point where ever one gives him a bitch slap.

And being nice to BB won't drive him off the edge, will it? and it also won't make it look more like their faults like I want it to be.

-Again, so you have to lie in order to make your story work. Have you not seen the problem with this?

That's pretty much the basic idealism I have and want to see in fiction.

-So, you are bringing out ideals and making things seem brighter?

 You tell me, "The Titans are his friends... Never treated him like that... ect, ect" I don't care.

-And I know you don’t care. Hell, this hasn’t been about making you mad, fixing you, or anything else. This has beenn purely for the enjoyment of somepeople who want a good laugh.

You tell me "He's overpowered, a stu, an unredeemable villain." Still not caring...

-Not caring, yadda yadda. How much you want to bet he is going to say that this isn’t a version of him.

I like him just how he is. and NOOOOO... he isn't a version of me,

-*Claps* Thank you for proving my faith in you.

because I do not wish to destroy ACTUAL REAL worlds or kill people in real life.

-Nope, but let’s look at the facts. He represents your ideals (No redemption, no forgiveness), he represents your hate (Terra doesn’t get together with him, he despises the Titans), he is a force of your creation that is to provide release for your own pain (Wich you admit as such), and is a whiny little brat who has to deal with the fact that no one is treating him right and he wants to be held.

Yep, that is you. It doesn’t even need to be the killing world or powers to be you. But it’s the real important thing. If you didn’t want it to be you, then you need to ditch the persona.

Killing fictional people is just part of the story (The story is no good without it) doesn't Count.

-Points to the above statement*

"Yes it does, and a it makes you a sick little freak that should be locked up"

-Hey, when you make all of the insults for me...

Again, I say... No it doesn't.

-You should actually pay attention to what you write you  know. People can so easily use it against you.

This is my world, and what I say goes... and I say, if you don't like it, then take a hike and take your so-called "Common Sense" with you!

-Very well idoit!!!!

Until next time, Mykan out!

 -Waves by.