#there is proof that he wasn't an total monster and this is one of them

[creepypastalover97]

I can personally do a whole analysis rant about why raditz deserved better, based off this one manga panel image if anyone's interested.

[tartrazeen]

Ooh, I'm havin' a thought.

Back to Fae!Angus, right?

Schimmelspore said something like this ages ago, that Angus as a fae could've been a changeling. Now at the time, I was thinking, "I'm not sure how that would work, especially when Rohan seems to be the better fit for it" - y'know, because Rohan has a brother (who could've been the changeling) with actual demon blood.

But like

I'm thinking now

Maybe I was being too simple about it. Or overcomplicating it or something. 🤔

Because now it seems totally obvious: Angus as the changeling that took the place of whatever human child it was.

I guess it's because I've been rereading all these threads? And one core piece of my headcanon I've always kept is how Angus first encounters Rohan by finding the kid knocked out in the middle of a forest. I don't know why it's such a vivid image in my mind - Angus hovering over Rohan as Rohan wakes up, being the first thing he sees as the world comes back into focus - but it is. The part that must've been throwing me off is how they would get there.

Rohan doesn't mention where he was before they met, which stands out, because he talks about never knowing his real family all the time. But again, I'm overthinking it: wherever he was, he wasn't with his 'real' family. And because he's obviously willing to settle down after Cathbad gives him a bed, wherever he'd been before must've been shitty enough that Rohan needed to get away from them.

So, Occam's Razor of clichés: probably a horrible orphanage. Assuming orphanages existed back then - it could've been a shitty farm that took kids in as free labour, and had the older kids raising the younger ones as future free labour. That gives me a reason for why anyone would be taking care of a baby, why Rohan knew it wasn't his real home, and why he eventually left: it sucked.

It doesn't explain that "You were stolen from me" line from Maeve very well, though. The reason I thought the changeling idea applied to him better was the 'bad deal' angle I could work in with that: Maeve traded Rohan for a monster she could use for a weapon, thought she'd been tricked into only getting a half-demon, and couldn't get a refund. 'Stolen.' Or just outright targeted by changelings and stolen that way, but 'stolen' in that sense implies a sort of "You took my baby :(" grief. Maeve isn't grieving Rohan. It's more "Hey, you ripped me off >:( I overpaid" energy.

But I'll figure out what that means later. 🤔 Whatever kind of deal Maeve made must've ended with Rohan getting taken away and dumped somewhere loveless (for him to want to leave) but loving enough for him to be fed and cared for as a useless baby. Exploitative child labour farm works for that.

The other option is, "A very nice family took me in but they all died :(" or "They were nice but I felt my destiny calling me." I could see the show picking one of those (because why would it pick Child Labour Farm), but they sound like cop-outs. Why wouldn't Rohan ever mention that family, then? To me, he doesn't bring up where he used to live either because he doesn't remember (which is what my old Fae!Angus idea was going for), or he hates them and doesn't think they're worth talking about (Child Labour Farm).

Anyway, it's important for me to sort that out in my head 'cause it clears the way to talk about Angus. Why was Rohan in the forest that day? Deliberately leaving or escaping where he was.

So why was Angus there?

I've talked about how Angus never mentions wanting to know who his family is, and how I take it as proof that he already knows. As in, Angus isn't an orphan. He's a runaway. I'm picturing a similar kind of thing as what I just described for Rohan, except this was Angus' actual family: awful, shitty, abusive, so eventually, he left. And as he wanders around, he finds Rohan.

Putting a Fae lens on it it still ends up working. Maybe even a little better? Maybe it's more grimly ironic? Because Angus doesn't mention wanting to know his family, but Rohan does, and Angus never seems bothered by that. He doesn't call it wishful thinking or a waste of thinking. Like, I'd imagine someone who ran from an abusive home saying, "Be careful what you wish for, Rohan. You might find your family and hate them. Trust me, it happens." But the closest he gets is getting mad at Rohan for placing Lugad, his blood half-brother, above the family he's been raised by. Like he's saying - well, he does say it: "You'd trust that monster out there more than the family that raised you?" It's focused on behaviour. If Lugad had been super chill from the beginning, Angus probably wouldn't've been so hostile about it.

I'm getting ahead of myself lmao

Back it up: what am I picturing here?

Fae!Angus. The fairy version, before he goes into the human world. I dunno how old he is, but from what I read in other books, he's still gonna be able to think like a child even if he's lived for longer than that. Sort of a Peter Pan situation, where he and the others never grow up.

He sees others doing their swaps. He sees the human kids come in and eventually become fairies as well when the magic passes into them: they're eating the food, they're in the realm, it all completes the transformation.

Eventually, he gets curious and goes to see what humans are like, and he finds a family he slowly gets attached to from afar. They seem nice. And nice in a way where he's beginning to understand why other fairies were making their own trades; he wants to be a part of this.

The longer he spends among his kind - loud, tricky, squabbling, childish imps - the more he wants to move on to that soft, warm home and be loved. He mulls it over for what could be ages, but eventually decides to do it.

Angus makes the trade.

It's easy. The human kid doesn't take much to lure away, and he's helped capture enough kids as part of other fairies' lures that he knows how excited everyone is to join and help. In the meantime, Angus uses his magic to become that human's perfect twin.

Except...

Well, it's still Angus. The job gets done but there are a few details missing. Maybe Angus (being so pretty in the show 👀💖) thought he'd be - like, a better-looking version of the kid as an upgrade for his new parents. Or maybe he just missed making a change or two because he didn't think it would matter. Either way, there's something ever, ever so slightly 'off.'

The family can tell. They're stupid humans, so it isn't right away. But they notice something's strange and make little comments to each other about it. Angus can hear and realizes he's gotta fix those mistakes: ears, nose, eyebrows, whatever they're guessing might be 'it,' he adjusts during the night.

But he's still 'off.'

The family starts getting tense. Then angry. First at each other, for being so lost in crazed paranoia. Then at him, for having something wrong with him. Then at each other again, for suggesting they do something about it. No matter what he changes now, he can't kill their suspicion. What he has killed is any hope of the home he made this trade for.

... So he leaves.

Just like that.

I mean, Rohan says it too: "When there's trouble, Angus is gone." Why wouldn't it already be a habit? There's trouble at this home, so he leaves it.

And maybe he's wandering back to his own kind again, or maybe he's wandering aimlessly. That second one would be interesting, as if he's not allowed to go back after he makes the trade. Like it's sink or swim out there, and even if the family you joined tries to kill you, it's no reason to go back to the other fairies. They don't live as a 'family' that way. There's no unconditional love or acceptance, which was what drew Angus into this swap in the first place.

But while he's on the move, he cuts through a forest and gets distracted from his thoughts (and rage and grief and embarrassment)... by some ginger kid knocked on his ass in the middle of this place. He goes to check it out, hovering over that kid's head, which is when Rohan starts to open his eyes.

What I like is how it fits in with the show, recontextualizing some of it. When Rohan says in the wish episode that he'd use it to know who his family is, Angus gives a wistful, uncommitted sound. Then he says it'd be a good wish, which Rohan seems to appreciate. But unlike with Ivar and Deirdre, Angus doesn't try to pivot it back to what he wants to wish for instead (gold). We know he can't relate to Ivar and Deirdre's things at all. But he can relate to Rohan's wish. He knows what sort of fantasy Rohan is picturing, because it's the same one Angus traded his life among the fae for. And deep down, part of him would still like to have that. But he's sticking with the wish for gold, because he's had his chance at that fantasy. He screwed it up. Getting it again would only be a second chance to ruin it.

Gold can't hurt him. He can't disappoint gold.

Then when it comes to Lugad, with Rohan putting so much emphasis on them being brothers - Angus can get that too. Brothers! Amazing! But the way his 'brother' is treating him, trying to kill him, Rohan shouldn't want that. He should walk away, like Angus did. And the fact that Rohan isn't walking off is driving Angus a little crazy.

When Rohan finally admits to the others that they're his family, that's when Angus gives a muted reaction. You'd think he'd be celebrating Rohan seeing the light, but no. It makes me wonder if he thinks Rohan is settling. Not that it isn't nice that Rohan agreed to it at last, but that it's kind of sad they all have to pretend this is "as good" as having a true, blood-related (by magic or otherwise) family to call his own. Angus will play into it, obviously. That's what friends do. But deep down, they all know this isn't... 'real,' right?

Maybe that's the fae in him talking.

But maybe it's the same fae that's never called Rohan anything other than his best friend. 'Almost brothers' isn't brothers, and one thing Angus might've always liked about Rohan is that they both understood this. So maybe it's sad seeing Rohan seek refuge in the delusion. But it's all Rohan has now, right? He tried to make the swap, and his family tried to kill him. Angus won't abandon the guy, but it's such a farce to call this a replacement - even though Angus tried calling them a family first, back when he was yelling at Rohan for not wanting to fight Lugad - that he's going to prove how not-a-real-family they are and ask Deirdre for a widdle kiss uwu

He can't help himself. Angus knows it's not the same thing. He's okay with tricking others, especially if it helps bring Rohan some tiny comfort, but he can't trick himself here.

It's not the same.

I'd want to follow this into an arc where Angus has to eventually go back to his people. The 'failure' - or worse, the adult, because Angus actually grew up - returning to seek help with some part of Rohan's quest or Fin Varra's riddle. Maybe for help against Nemaine. Something. And they laugh hysterically at him for screwing up his swap, but laugh even harder when they learn how far he's willing to go to help his human friends.

And they say it like the word is soaked in poison. Friends. Angus gave up everything he had to get a family, and all he has is friends?

Friends are conditional.

Friends are fickle.

Friends aren't bound to you.

Friends are a bad trade.

Angus is forced to listen to their evil, little chattering and suck it up. He can't really argue - not just because he needs their help for whatever, but because he's gotta admit they're totally right. And that embarrassment of failing so miserably with the family he tried to join comes back, eating at his mind, and ohhhhhh the other fae can feel it radiating off of him, even though he tries to hide it. So he doesn't defend himself against what they're saying. And yet what takes it from bad to worse is if he brought the others along (I'm thinking at least Deirdre here because she loves jumping in with a spirited defence of what's right) and they pipe up about the power of friendship and what close friends they've been.

The other fae, all grimy and child-sized, HOWL with laughter at this. It gets to a point where it starts to hurt (not Angus, who's only quiet because he's fuming), until they stop and switch to ask how good of friends they are when they didn't even know Angus was fae.

The others don't have an answer. I figure Rohan would, but either he's not here with them now or he seems to know to hold his tongue. One look at Angus and the storm in his eyes would be the sharpest clue there is to give it away.

I imagine Angus interrupting to 'humour' the other fairies. He's using his 'on' voice - the one where he's making a big performance of it, and the fairies are eating up what he's saying: friends are just friends, they all know that, but let's move this along and get to the help Angus came here for. The fairies might hem and haw but at least they decide to give the Mystic Knights a clue, which is more than what they had before. Angus takes it and leaves, and the others follow after him (Deirdre, assumedly, annoyed that it's letting those awful, pint-sized gremlins 'win'). I even imagine her complaining how mean it was to have Angus forced to pretend he agreed.

... Angus doesn't challenge her. He doesn't confirm what she's saying either, though. And Rohan would probably be the only one who can notice.

A real twenty-two minute episode would be too short for everything I'm seeing. We'd need a couple where he's revealed as a fae and the others adjust to it. A few where they see if he has any magic left to help in quests (eh, I'll come back to this). But then, finally, one where they go back to the other changelings, now that they've been building it up for a while. Angus' reluctance to go back would be the focus, and it'd explain why he's so quick to want to leave, too. Leaving forever isn't because the other fae won't accept him back. It's not like, "We'll kill you if we ever see you here." But it is like, "We will never let you forget this for as long as you live." And fairies? They live for a fucking long time.

So Angus finally getting hit with that insulting barrage - the most excruciating thing he's experienced, even if he's being stonily silent about it now - brings on an entirely new dynamic among the others. That word felt soaked in poison because it was poison. Angus is suddenly pulling back, more aloof and cavalier with them. Getting him to be a part of the team is now a 'favour,' and it's like he's more and more annoyed by how many of these 'favours' he's handing out. Eventually, with the others trying to corner him and find out what's wrong, guessing and suspecting and whispering about the something that it might be, he snaps. The words sound mild, maybe, but they show how hollow Angus feels after having had this rot away in his mind.

"I get it," he says, while being smothered by these people who don't have a reason to be this close and in his face all the time. "We're friends. But we're only friends. I don't need to do everything you ask just because of it. It's friendship, not a contract. It's not as if we're married."

This is sort of what I'm saving Rohan for. Because I think this is where he gives his wistful, uncommitted sound. This is what he went through when he was trying to accept the others as 'good enough,' because forcing himself to give up his dream of a perfect, blood-related family wasn't easy. It's what he himself wanted his whole life. And Angus gave up his life among the fairies to get it, and he failed. Trying to be satisfied with friends, in the way Rohan knows Angus is imagining?

It's another bit of a recontextualization of the wish episode again: Rohan was the one to sit the others down and talk about the value of friendship. He understands what it's like getting so caught up in a dream that you lose sight of what's in front of you. But he's not the same as Angus, who made excuses and said Rohan needed time alone when the 'Maeve is my mother' secret came out. Instead, Rohan'll tell the others to be gentle, and to be patient, but to keep their hand of friendship outstretched.

The changelings had all chittered that friends were fickle and conditional, right? That was what Angus had to be thinking, Rohan will explain. Now, more than ever, they have to prove they're not going to leave him - or let Angus leave first in some twisted point about being abandoned. He's a flight risk, remember? They know what he's like.

This is the plot that an episode could follow. The one before it could be the set-up to go and see the other fairies, which lets this one follow Angus reuniting with them, hearing what they say, falling back into those conscious beliefs, and withdrawing in an angry, confused, and humiliated panic. It's to get the other Mystic Knights slowly luring him back to them, refusing to give up, and believing in him enough (thanks to Rohan) to finally drop the "What's wrong what's wrong what's wrong something's wrong something's wrong with you what's wrong" interrogation. They force themselves to let the tension fizzle away. Angus tests it, suspects it, but they either don't react or they tell him to cut it out because he's treating them poorly. It's almost like... kinda psychological warfare, in a way? Where they're purposely refusing to engage and making him confront the fact that he keeps expecting the worst from them.

This would be playing out as they follow the clue they were given. Maybe it was a fetch quest, because I want the episode to end with Angus coming back to other fae. The clue could've been to a McGuffin, and only with that McGuffin will the changelings give the Mystic Knights what they were here for. It's far off - really far off - to let it take a few nights around a campfire. That's perfect for Angus to storm off when he's hit his limit. He can go get firewood or something, returning the first few times to hear them talking about him. Then Rohan does his intervention. Then the talking stops. Or at least it moves to regular chitchat of close friends making the most of a miserable fetch quest together.

The audience would know about Angus luring the human kid he swapped with out into a forest. That's because I want Angus to be in a forest when he finally has his epiphany.

The human kid? The one who's now transformed? That kid follows after Angus purely to ask him questions.

It's awkward, obviously, for Angus to come face-to-face with... well, essentially his own face. Just child-sized. And the original. It's a little off from his own still, but the human-fairy skips right by all that.

"What's it like being an adult?"

"How did his human life turn out?"

"He lives near a castle now?"

"He's a magical knight?"

"What are the fairies in Tir Na Nog like?"

"What does he do all day?"

And Angus, maybe a little surprised and speechless, stammers through a couple of answers before he launches into the great adventures that he's had. The human-fairy's captivated - it all sounds fun! Angus doesn't realize for a moment but... yeah. He agrees. It's been fun. And he means that as the fae do: his kind absolutely worship having fun. They barely stopped screeching and playing long enough to send the Mystic Knights out here - in fact, they didn't stop playing. The only break they took from tumbling around was to laugh hysterically at Angus' failure, which was fun for them in another way. So for him to say it's been fun, and to mean it...?

He's surprised by how happy it makes him.

It feels nostalgic.

But - look, he's not going to be face-to-face with the face he stole and not ask questions of his own. Angus wants to know if the human-fairy's angry at being kidnapped.

The human-fairy - who can't be more than six, which lines up with how young I imagine Rohan was when Angus found him (adding a bit more nostalgia to that too) - shrugs and says he isn't sure. Being with the fae is a lot of fun, and it's been so long since he's seen his family that he doesn't quite remember them. He doesn't feel compelled to find them, though, and that's because it's almost like he never left.

And Angus stops the boy to ask what that means. 'Never left'?

The boy says even though he can't picture his family's faces, he remembers how it felt to be with them. And as the only other person who's lived in the same families as Angus, he can say pretty confidently that the fae make him feel the same.

They're not the same. The fae are loud and sharp and exciting. His family felt... softer. Cozy. Peaceful. But he feels the same about them. They're both home to him. He used to only have one home, but then he became a fairy and now he has another.

So... the boy doesn't want to go back?

The human-fairy shrugs again. Maybe one day. When he's ready to settle down and be a boring oaf of an adult. "But you don't sound boring," the boy says, through a sharp, shark-like set of changeling teeth. "Maybe I'll go and be a magical knight too."

"I think there's only six," Angus says.

"There will be," the boy answers.

Their teeth are sharp. On many levels, that vicious little grin is pointed.

... Nostalgic. The spark of this threat - the game in it - breathes life back into a part of him that Angus thought had died. Grinning back in a way that would've been just as sharp if he had those teeth, he tells the boy, "Try it. Fair's fair."

"Don't make it easy," the boy says.

On that faintly deliriously hum of fun, the boy takes his leave. The challenge was made, the game's been set, and maybe someday Angus will have a changeling trying to swap back.

... Not into a family, though, as they usually would.

The epiphany comes. Gentle and soft and cozy.

It would be into a family, Angus understands. That's what the others are to him.

They're not the same as the fae, but he knows what that human-fairy meant by it: they feel like home. The people he'd tried to swap into never did. Understandable. He can admit that now. But the way the others have taken him in, and how they haven't changed even knowing what he is...

They're fun.

He might be practically human now, but it's still the most important thing to him. Fun can mean loving and loyal and - unbelievably - even quiet. But it's all fun, isn't it? To him anyway.

The other fae would howl again if they heard that. But deep down inside of him...

... He's okay with it.

He cares. He still cares. But he doesn't feel the anger and grief at the thought of them laughing at his failure anymore. When he thinks about it, yes, he botched the swap he was trying to make. But he didn't botch the swap that he got.

It's interesting.

Being consumed by such a calm realization...

He doesn't even jump when he hears the leaves crunching behind him. Somehow it makes perfect sense for Rohan to arrive, and to find each other in another forest.

Rohan asks him if he's ready to leave, putting a hand on Angus' shoulder. It isn't a tug. It's just an offer to join them at the campfire.

And it's night.

Angus lured that human kid into the forest at night back then.

The flicker that thought stirred awake fizzled out before he even named its emotion.

It'd been daylight when he and Rohan first met. But when Rohan woke up, Angus didn't need to lure him into going anywhere. Rohan was already leaving his own home, so the two leaving the forest together made sense. In fact, Rohan practically followed Angus out on his own. For no reason.

Just for fun.

And that thought, almost overwhelming him, was friendship. Angus couldn't speak around it, but it must've been clear on his face, because the hand on his shoulder gave a short squeeze. Time to go home, he figured. Back out together again.

He'll be quiet at the campfire, but it's restful now. He'll see the not-so-secret looks to Rohan, asking if something's wrong. And he'll feel Rohan's even-less-subtle, relentlessly confident answer:

No.

Because Angus is fine.

Going back to the changelings after their stupid game of fetch has a different sense of frustration now. It's more like annoyance at having to have walked so far and jump through their hoops, all to predictably lose for their enjoyment.

Angus knows what he's heading into. He's known from the start that it was all a silly waste of time meant to 'shock' them with that reveal. But whatever help they were after was locked behind this stupid charade, so he was sucking it up and playing his part, hating that he had to play pretend.

But he didn't hate himself for going back.

It suddenly felt like running into his old pickpocket friends. They were fun, sure, and familiar, but the kind he'd moved on from by now. Outgrown.

So he still wanted to get this over with.

Improvements were improvements though, and Deirdre's complaints from behind him as he lead others through winding the passages - which still felt so burned into his very being, not even needing memory to navigate - was something he appreciated. He wasn't looking forward to this. They were going to be mean. They always were. That's what made them, them. He used to join in, too.

And of course the conversation went exactly as he thought it would.

... Right up to the split second before he handed the McGuffin over.

That deep, long-forgotten, nearly buried fairy blood suddenly hummed in his veins with glee.

It was the same hum as the other changelings were making: anticipation and delight over what was supposed to happen. And he stopped, because he knew exactly what to do.

"Ivar," he said, abruptly handing the McGuffin over. "You're polite. You should give the speech."

Ivar, obviously, wasn't expecting there to be a speech, but trusted Angus to know his own people. And Angus knew Ivar.

He knew all of them.

With how long Ivar took to get through a formality, Angus had plenty of time to feel both of his families in one place. And he could feel Rohan staring, proud of Angus but a little smug about being right. That was perfect too, though. Smug was icing on the cake for this.

Ivar gave his speech. Lovely. And he bowed. Lovelier. And the prince gave the McGuffin to whoever seemed to be in charge for the hour.

That kid, in the same fluid motion it used to pick the McGuffin up, fuckin' threw that shit at a wall and made it shatter into forty pieces.

Then they all cheered.

Angus had to admit the look of horror on the others' faces - even wiping that smug part off of Rohan's - was phenomenal. He couldn't outright laugh (technically this was a joke on him too, since he'd had to get the McGuffin), but he earned getting to smile wide enough for the family resemblance to come shining through. Hundreds of tiny, shark-sharp chattering teeth were flashing through this cave - and so were Angus' 💖

"You said we needed that," he hears Deirdre shrieking in outrage over the sound. "We came to you for help-"

It's a special, extra thrill for Angus - and Angus only - to watch the princess get to work. The fear she put in the changelings? Equally as phenomenal. And in the horrified silence at the end of her outraged tirade, and at their shocked, shark-toothed mouths hanging open and beady eyes going wide, Angus felt it sink in.

And he howled in laughter.

Which was great, 'cause even though the changelings didn't seem to get the joke (too sophisticated for them, he supposed), knowing there was a joke at all - because Angus would know; he was one of them - broke the tension again. The fairies finished up their prank, handed them the real help, and Angus waved goodbye before leading the others outside. Deirdre didn't need his help this time, since she practically seethed her own way out through the rock. That was fine, 'cause the changelings didn't even notice he'd said goodbye. They were already back to scratching and biting and laughing.

Hilarious. All of them. And fun.

"I can't believe you used to be one of those," Deirdre spits when they're back in the open air.

"He's still one of them," Ivar says, defending Angus' honour.

"Well..." Angus thinks about that. "I am and I'm not." That used to be his home, after all. He used to be just like they were. The difference was simple but undeniable. So he shrugs. "I grew up."

Cue Deirdre ranting about how she wished they would all grow up. Those mini-monsters wasted days of their royal lives just to smash that trinket right when they had it? It was disrespectful - did they even know who she was?

They did. That's why it was funny.

Rohan's been at his side. Not asking, but close enough that he might as well have asked.

Is Angus all right?

Angus doesn't the answer the not-question.

He only suggests, "Back home, then?"

Rohan understands.

It figures. Who'd know Angus better than his best friend?

(it takes less than an hour for angus to whine about how far everything always is)

[team-frightfur]

Obviously, all the Velgearians will come back to life in the end, the alternative is laughably family-unfriendly. But, IMHO, episode 98 was a genuinely well-done and tragic moment. It's got everything, the hero doomed by his own hubris, the broken promise leading to a reneged character arc, the death of a loved one, the darkest hour. It's almost beautiful.

Big dick ass move from Zwijo, but it was a consistent move. This guy has always longed for death (just look at his monsters!) because, to him, eternity was horrifying. Immortality was the ultimate proof of his artificiality, and his artificiality was the ultimate proof of being a 'toy', both in the sense of being a Karutamata, and in the sense of being played with by fate.

It''s implied, for example, that Velgearians have actually repeated their wars over and over and over, with their memories being erased every time they died. This was what Zwijo was so broken by. Remember that part where he tells Kuaidul to "Get out of my head!" I'm fairly sure he wasn't possessed (no green eyes or darkness mon), he was just referring to the psychological torment.

Yudias told him that 'it doesn't matter how we were born' and gave him hope, but, recently, it's been shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that it totally, definitely, definitively matters how you were born. Yudias failed to follow through on the hope he gave Zwijo, so it's natural for Zwijo to return to his old comforts -chasing 'realness/freedom' through death.

(Plus, it mirrors the Velgearian spirit that was embodied by Kuaidul: having fun and rush duelling until the very end).

Ironically, it's highly likely that Yudias is the only Velgearian who won't die. Note that, when he was attacked with the Anti-Karutamata beam, it didn't work. This implies that Zwijo's plan to make him real using earthdamar was a success. Back then, when he said 'it doesn't matter how we were born', he was (unknowingly) speaking from a place of naive privilege. Now, his punishment for that is to be entirely alone for what will feel like an eternity (imagine living a natural lifespan as the last human on earth). Under Zwijo's paradigm, he's the biggest cosmic chew toy of them all. Of course, Zwijo didn't mean it that way, but I think the point still stands.

Again, obviously, all the Velgearians will come back to life in the end, the alternative is way too horrifying to even consider. But this is a well-done, tragic, horrifying moment and I have no clue how Yudias can go on after this. If I were him, I think I may unironically have begun trying to rush duel myself to death.

[lothirielswandc]

HOMEWRECKER (LOVE + FEAR)

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The ghostly pallor seared his eyes. Holograms hummed around him. They made it easier to pretend Lex wasn't there. 

“You won't let this go, will you?” Lex appeared spectral, bathed in the moonlike shine. An annoying figment of his imagination.

Conner ignored him. He continued to scribble physics formulas across the touchscreen table. That was one of the perks of being Lex’s spawn. The whole brainiac part.

“I can fix everything,” Conner murmured. It was more of a personal assurance than actually talking to Lex.

“Hmph.” Lex stared at the blue text. “I’ll admit, I see the potential. But it’s a total reset. You have to be willing to sacrifice everything to do it.”

Kon kept writing. 

“Not to mention, everyone else would have to start over, too.”

His pen flew across the touchpad, shrieking in protest.

“Which, I suppose, is the point. You and your fixations…you must acquire that from me.”

Conner focused on the hum of the screens. It was doable — with the right technology. It would cost a bajillion dollars, but thankfully Luthor genes were expensive. Kon could make blueprints easy —

Lex’s hand slammed against the table. He leaned over to be eye level with Conner. “Are you listening to me?”

Conner just nodded along. He already knew the warnings that Lex was throwing at him. He didn't care. “I know.” 

Lex looked away with a miffed expression. For a minute there, he almost looked like a father.

Mercy shifted from the shadows of the room. She put a hand on Lex’s arm and he shrugged her off. 

Mercy looked at Conner. Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but then sharply closed them. Her heels clicked as she left the room.

Conner kept writing. He stole a glance every now and then at Lex. Lex stood at the window, looking out. Lots of the headquarters were missing. It was more of a large, abstract art piece of workmen on wooden panels at this point. The drilling sounds from people putting the building back together were annoying. 

They’re still trying to fix the destruction from —

Kon flinched away from the thought. All of his focus went into the small, fluid movements of his hand. 

“I know you were infatuated with my assistant,” Lex said carefully. “But all of this, just for one girl. One dead girl…”

Small snapping sounds caught Conner’s attention. Tiny cracks bloomed across the stylus. Like wounds. Conner laxed his grip. 

That was the lie they sold to lex. Rachel Grey died by the hands of Raven. Ironic. What’s sad was how true it was.

Ray.

The love monster from her head shortly followed whenever Conner thought of her. He shuddered to think of that walking freakshow, but that was all the proof he needed that he was doing the right thing. Love wasn't monstrous. It wasn't supposed to be. 

‘Let’s just stick with being happy for now.’

That was the real lie. How could Conner make her happy at all, with things the way they were? How could Conner make Raven when it wasn't just Raven anymore? It was Raven and Da — 

No. Conner would only cause her pain now. He was sure of that.

Kon set the deformed stylus down and rubbed at his eyes. “If I could go back — even before then. To the minute we met…”

‘Sorry for crashing your party.’

‘Don’t apologize. I don't mind.’

No, even before then. Save Raven from all the timeline heartache. Terra’s betrayal. Trigon’s invasion. Azarath’s demise. 

If it was to preserve the most beautiful thing Conner had ever seen — Raven’s smile — it was worth it.

Lex turned back to him. His face was twisted…in pain. “I know I’m not the best father figure. But this comes from a place of love. Perhaps…it might be best to move on? I know you won't like that. But personality defects aside, you have good looks. You have manners. People like you. You’re…good. It wouldn't be hard to meet someone else.”

Conner shook his head. This wasn't some stupid crush. He owed Raven everything. She was the first to go out of her way and do something nice for him, no ulterior motive. The first to skate down the halls with him and not complain about scuff marks on the floor. Everything about her calmed his senses and made them all go haywire at the same time. 

And now she probably doesn't even want to see me. The way things are…she doesn't deserve that. It’s better this way. To start over. 

“No. It's the right thing to do.” Conner looked up at the blue screen. S.T.A.R. Labs documents were scrawled across every electronic surface. Detailing one theory.

The Flashpoint.

Clear the board. Start again.

THE TITANS WILL RETURN.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I'm rewatching the end of TMA before TMAGP comes out tomorrow and I have a lot of thoughts about the interdimentional trolley problem:

The thing is I always belived Jon was right - I even consider the fact that there is more stories to be told in this multiverse it's another proof things got worse because of them - but I used to think the others were wrong for the right reasons and Jon was right for the wrong. And while I understand everyone's reasoning rewatching it I think I was wrong.

I had convinced myself that Jon just wanted to end the world via killing everyone because he was suicidal and wanting to martyr himself. And as I was watching the debate. Understanding that both yeah Jon no one is going to hear you when you're being a lil' bitch about it (his "you just wanna stab Jonah" was low and bs and he knew it) and also everyone's motivations, how Melanie and Georgie just did so much to protect people and still lost them in the end, Basira's lonley pilgramage into the domains watching everyone's suffering and Martin's hope. And like Martin dismissing Jon EVERY SINGLE TIME with the whole "you're just suicidal" argument (in softer ways but still) almost convinced me again. But than Jon sayed: "so we are going to just hope for the best then" and it clicked to me.

For four whole seasons Jon has just been lying to himself hoping for the best: that he would prove he deserved his promotion and everything would be okay, that he could just ignore Prentiss and the worms and pretend to be a skeptical and the supernatural wouldn't attack him, that if he discovered who killed Gertrude every tension in the Archives would resolve itself and everyone could be friends, that if he broke the tabble he would kill the NotThem and if he killed the NotThem Sasha might be back, that they were actually doing all that for a good cause, that if they stopped the Unknowing everything would be fine, that he was not really turning into a monster, that he could just stop taking live statements after the first one and all would be okay, that after the bullet Melanie would forgive him, that if he survived rescuing Daisy he would show he was usefull and Basira would forgive him, that if he stopped the Black Sun, that if he rescued Martin from the Lonely, that if he just Knew more, discovered more, that if... And he was wrong every single time. He was just gaining trauma and turning it into bad decisions rinse and repeat in the hope that this would be the one thing that would solve everything and it ended the world.

So he hears: "If we send the fears alway probably it won't be really that bad, the thousands of universes won't really end and this broken traumatized universe will heal and everything will be fine, we just need to do this one thing." And is it a surprise he is skepticall?

I get Jon more. That's more than being a martyr is wanting to take the actual hard decisions and deal with the consequences instead of just hoping for the best one more time.

I get everyone more. I understand why they choose it. The want to fix things. Like I totally think Jon is right but also if I was on the debate I would vote to send the fears away, I would go to every reason on the book for it. And like don't get me wrong Jon is doing it because he is suicidal and because he just doesn't want more guilt (wich is weird because for me is a guilt either way scenario) but as everything is more complex.

Also I think that while they would have made the same decision the characthers we know would be a bit happier in the finale if both everyone wasn't so obviously against even hearing Jon even less considering his points from the start and Jon wasn't being an unsurferable asshole defending his points, like he got into defensive attack mode so quickly and like I get it, it's frustrating to not be heard but also holy shit he was such an asshole. Like they where still at least humoring him until he started just accusing everyone all the fucking time. I love Jon but he is a really hard person to talk to because he will go for the personal shit and the "you're evil actually" the moment you challenge his beliefs. But them if this bitches could do a healthy comunication they wouldn't even be there so what's new.

[the-technorats]

percy series ep 3 thoughts

so you can't rate shows on letterbox'd so i'm going to log my pjo thoughts here: (spoilers for ep3) (watched 27 dec 2023)

oracle scene was funny. for all the show onlys, it seems as though grover is the one kind of being built up as the character who's going to betray percy (at least in the beginning of this ep), which is an interesting choice.

on the action sequences (part 1): i do think the action sequences are pretty lackluster. when i rewatched the percy jackson lightning thief movie, the action and violence and reactions seemed very proportionate - like, the appearance of a horrifying monster actually had impact, whereas i feel like in the show, the pacing and choreography make it seem pretty banal.

the fight with the fury on the bus was uninteresting and didn't seem like much of a fight at all. annabeth's supposed to be quick and athletic and a really skilled knife fighter (skilled enough that she can even use a knife as her primary weapon instead of a sword) but there so far hasn't really been any proof of that. i'm willing to be a lot more generous though because the actors are very young and the target audience is clearly much younger than i am as well, and it's obvious that for those reasons they're trying to avoid violence/body horror/gore. however, the fight scene with clarisse in ep 2 was incredibly well-shot and choreographed, and it had action and movements that felt real and impactful, so i don't know why they don't try to achieve the same things with the other fight/action sequences.

on medusa: i was so interested by the way they were going to decide to portray medusa's story, especially because of sally's comment in ep 1 to percy about perseus being a hero because 'he killed monsters' like medusa: "who said she was a monster?"

i loved em's line: "the gift the gods gave me is that I cannot be bullied anymore," which initially insinuated to me that this adaptation of medusa is the one who was sexually assaulted by poseidon in athena's temple, so athena made it so no man could pull that with her ever again, but then they went with the "athena decided I embarrassed her and needed to be punished" story which i kind of feel like isn't totally consistent with the "gift" narrative? i mean they can be mutually exclusive in that what may have been originally a punishment from a god can be taken as a gift since she has to live with and make the best of it, but when medusa called herself "a survivor" and talked about "bullies" (a term that makes sense in the context given that it's a kid's/middle grade show) i will admit i was hoping it would go a different direction. alternately though if she were a SA survivor i don't know if killing her would have been the right move in the end lmao and ik they had to kill her for the plot.

i do think there was a more overarching message of the importance of understanding the unheard/unrepresented sides of stories as well as the lesson for annabeth that the gods aren't infallible and morally just but are petty and vindictive and cruel and humanlike. so i think the story was dealt with pretty well, all things considered.

on medusa and the action sequences (part 2): again, i think medusa's death scene was pretty anticlimactic. (this is not because i see them as adaptations of equal quality or even on the same playing field at all, but again,) to compare it to the pjo:tlt movie - the movie's medusa fight scene had a lot more impact; the tension and fear and stakes felt a lot more heightened and real while still being quite comedic/entertaining.

cool idea, in the show, using the hat to turn medusa invisible, but again, i wasn't ever actually convinced that the characters felt scared, under pressure, winded/tired after fighting, or even emotionally scarred by the intensity of the moment/having to decapitate someone. while all of the other scenes portray high emotions very impactfully and earnestly (i.e. sadness, wistfulness, loneliness, hurt/comfort), i have yet to be convinced that any of the demigods have been even a little bit frightened of any of the monsters, from the first fury attack at the met, and this unfortunately makes the stakes seem much lower.

while i understand the focus of the show is on character building (mainly through the dialogue), i don't see why the fight/action scenes can't be just as visually compelling and impactful. the emotional tension between the characters and the depiction of each character's internal conflicts, while powerful, can only do so much if the plot itself isn't supporting those developments, and I feel like the addition of the action sequences in the books serves to elevate the storyline to match the emotional stakes. they can tell the story as much as they want thru voice-over and dialogue, but the characters' physical actions represent just as much about the characters and their choices and motivations as their direct interactions with each other. i think maybe some of this stems from not wanting the story to be misinterpreted or to in any way resemble the movies, but you have to trust your audience. you can't just say everything explicitly, and if you do have to, then i don't think a tv show is the right medium in which to tell the story, which is typically my main issue with book-to-movie/tv adaptations.

anyway, while this seems like a lot of criticism, it's really only that one overarching problem that stands out to me. i obviously love the source material and (anyway would argue that i have to love it in order to want to think about it this much) the show itself, and the actors, and this has absolutely EVERYTHING to do with the fact that it's extremely extremely obvious how thought-out, how deliberate every single minute detail is. if there's one thing at all that matters to me, it's creators who care about their work, and this is a perfect example of ones who do.

on tv show percabeth: BRO "I CHOSE HER 'CAUSE I COULDN'T IMAGINE WE'D EVER BE FRIENDS" ???? FUCKING INSANE THING TO PUT IN THE SCRIPT LIKE?? they were NEVER this explicitly antagonistic toward each other in the books holy FUCK i mean. this drastically changes the trajectory and future impact of the slow-burn. the books were strangers to friends to lovers - maybe strangers to annoyances to friends to lovers if we're being generous, but the show is really going for that enemies to lovers arc huh. the fan edits are gonna go so fucking crazy once we start getting toward the final 2 books. and for them to only have one itty-bitty kiss midway thru botl with no emotional catharsis or resolution until the tail end of tlo? we're all gonna be absolutely frothing at the mouth for it when it finally finally finally comes around.

excited for next week!! i've been dying for the st. louis arch scene.

[mati-river]

i wld love 2 hear ur theroy abt ginasfs being abt pete falling out of love with patrick and in love with mikey pls do explain cus this is wht ive been thinking of recently when i listen to it

Well, let's start (sorry in advance for my english 'cause it's not my native language)

I am hardcore Petekey truther and I believe that Pete had a crush on Patrick but Patrick is too straight for all of this. (I had a crush on my best friend before we became best friends and I can feel what Pete feels, you know) This is an initial point of my theory.

Pete Wentz was totally obsessed with Mikey Way in 2005-2007 while also was crippled by hard depression at 27. Mikey wasn't in love with him back, I think they had "friends with benefits" kind of thing as Mikey thought about it, but Pete was totally in love. "monster fall in love with a boy with no heart? actually i’m pretty sure you have a heart, but i’m just as certain it’ll never be mine." Oh I hate Pete's posts so hard I can't stop crying about those over and over again.

But before Summer of Like, Pete was obsessed with Patrick. It was a love at first sight, all of that "socks, shorts and an argyle sweater" thing. They hadn't any sexual relationship 'cause Patrick didn't want any relationship except friendship with Pete but Pete wanted everything. "It’s Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Think It Must Be Love" is about it. "I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth" is partly about it. Pete wanted to come out (as bi I suppose) but it was 2005 and he couldn't afford to. And Patrick didn't want him. He loved him as a friend already but nothing more, but he was too shy and supportive to totally reject Pete's love. It isn't healthy thing at all but sometimes friends who really love you back but only as a friend do this for your mentally unstable ass. It's not the same thing as some "friend zone" stuff 'cause this person actually loves you back but not romantically and just don't want to break your heart. This isn't healthy but sometimes it's the only right choice to make.

Pete Wentz was smoldered over Patrick Stump for years and then Summer of Like happened so Pete flared up for Mikey Way.

So when we figured out all the things about this situation in general, let's finally talk about G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

As a person who ships both Petekey and Peterick I've been thinking about this song a lot. I love Pete's poetry and love to overanalyze it again and again, so in my desire to understand this song I decided to start from most obvious line "Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns" 'cause, you know:

So I started to think about this song in the prism of this line. Like all other Pete's songs, this one is about his mental state. This is the most loved thing about Pete's poetry to me - this man cannot write "just a song", all of them are so personal. So, Pete wasn't mentally stable at all, the second verse and a bridge clearly said about an attempts and since all about Pete's attempts is really unclear, I still think that logically you in "you saved my life" was Patrick just 'cause he was around at this time in contrast to Mikey. So I can only speculate about "Photo-proofed kisses" line, I can, but I don't really want to, at least here and now.

Well, okay, let's figure out the chorus. In the prism of all future lyrics about Mikey Way, "It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you" isn't about him 'cause Pete still loved him really hard for this point. So if we come back to "Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns" we can imagine Pete thinks about how easily for him was to fall out of love with Patrick and it's bothering him. I mean, it really kinda devastating when you realize that you actually didn't love someone as hard as you thought you was after you fall into someone else so much harder. Also, I think that Pete was really obsessed with desire to come out in 2004-2005 and it reinforced his love to Patrick. What I'm trying to say - on this point (2004-2005) if Pete would crush on any other guy he would think that it's a love of his life just 'cause this is what happens when you really want to come out. You need an excuse. But it was Patrick, he had a long-term crush on his best friend Patrick, and then when he realised that he wasn't the love of his life (at least, you know, romantically) it was devastating. Also, I think that the second half of the second verse is about that too in a way of "I loved a concept of our relationship more than I actually romantically loved you". You know that feeling when you think about people that you formerly non-reciprocally loved as about your exes even if you actually never were in a romantic relationship? I mean this kind of feeling.

So to sum up, I think that G.I.N.A.S.F.S. is about Patrick but in the prism of Pete's full-time falling into Mikey. That's it, that's my theory. If I confused you even more with it - I'm sorry, you can keep asking leading questions and I'll try to answer. It's not really easy for me to formulate thoughts about all of it even in my native language actually.

[localfraudster]

Claymore gave Alabaster a smile that would last him the rest of his life. “Come on,” he said. “I think the two of us have some research to do.”

"What research?"

"To find out how to stop those monsters from coming back after you. And from coming back from the dead." Claymore snorted.

Alabaster got up with the help of Claymore, whilst putting the Mistform cards back into his pocket. There was no use for them anymore. He'd have to make new ones.

He wouldn't be able to defend himself and Claymore from her attacks, and her raspy spells spoken in Latin. She was going to kill the two of them, and chase them to the depths of Tartarus just to kill them.

"What happened to Lamia?" Alabaster spoke in a frenzy, looking around him only seeing a field, and Dr Claymore, "Where is she? She's going to come after us!"

____

Claymore smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder. 7 seconds had passed since he spoke. Any shorter than 5 made him look like he was lashing out. Lying to him. Any longer than 5 made it seem like he was nervous. But he wasn't, he wasn't going to be neither. Today, he wasn't going to be a showman who had a crowd to impress to buy some book about death that was incorrect with the new information he had. He was infront a boy who he had to care for, a boy who was exiled by the gods, a boy who was supposedly going to die before 20 being killed by monsters, a boy who barely had sleep to set up defences against Lamia, a boy who was alone.

"Don't worry about her, she won't come after you. You now have a powerful spell to defeat her, right? She'd be foolish to attack." He rephrased whatever Alabaster's mother told him.

"I don't. I don't have the spell anymore, or at least not on me. I don't have the spellbook right now." Alabaster sighed.

"We'll drive back to your house to grab it. Anyways, we really need to get out of this field before any more monsters try find us. We have a lot to discuss, and you might want to take off that vest, I can get you a new one."

Alabaster took off his bullet proof vest, not having any need for it, it didn't work anymore. The two treaded out the field to find a new, yet seemingly abandoned car on the road with new change of clothes that was a perfect fit for the duo. It was most likely Hecate's work.

"You should stay over at my place for a while after we get that spellbook" Claymore spoke, "I have the best security system there is, you won't have to worry about the things that was chasing you." He put his hands in his pocket.

Alabaster smiled, "Thanks, but you'd be in danger because of me."

"I insist. You need to rest, and besides, I doubt that I'd be in danger."

"I'm sorry, but what?"

"Like I said, we have a lot to discuss."

They got in the car and Claymore drove it towards Alabaster’s house to collect the spellbook and the remaining spells that was left behind at 273 Morrow Lane. Claymore was only a mistform. And Alabaster didn't know, but he could vaguely sense something was different with him.

Alabaster opened the door to his house, then turned to look at Claymore... who put his hand in his pocket, then pulled out a card with a silhouette on it, then put it back.

"No way... How do you have that? Claymore you... you're now a... mistform?!"

"At least I'm still here, not like I've been to the Fields of Asphodel, definitely not Punishment," Claymore grinned.

"I don't believe you. You couldn't have became a mistform unless your soul was... you died?"

"Really now? Take a look at the total deaths in the past few weeks on Google. Take a look at the monsters coming back from the depths of Tartarus. If gods exist, then reincarnation and being reborn could exist." He shrugged.

"It does exist."

Claymore put a hand in his pocket, then took the mistform card with his silhouette on it, and showed it to him.

"Sorry... You died because of me."

"What do you mean die because of you? Technically I'm not dead."

"But-"

"No saying sorry."

"Gods you're arrogant!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

If you told Dr. Howard Claymore that he'd be almost like an illusion, had a person now kind of living in his house, and that Greek mythology was real one week ago, he would've looked at you as if you were a deformed monster that had spawned infront of him. But he now knew that Greek gods exists, and a boy who pretty much had a target on his back living in his home.

I just made this at 3 Am and it's pretty much OOC and not beta read, soo yeahhhhh???? Anyways, hoped you enjoyed that short ff.

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

Fluffy Friday

Don't know if fluffy Friday is a thing already but my last few wipes and blurbs have all been downers. So now it is.

Here is a little fluff featuring John and Esther.

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @detectivelokis @hopecountyisforlovers @voidika @aceghosts @baldurrs and anyone else I missed

Esther chuckled as John impatiently paced around the room. He hated the clinic almost as much as he hated waiting.

"Why is it taking so long?" He huffed finally sitting down beside her, idly playing with the stirrups on the exam bed she was laying on.

"They have other patients hummingbird. Besides it's only been ten minutes. Relax."

He sighed forcing himself to calm down. "I guess but Cohen is one of us. Why couldn't he just come to the house?"

"It's a good thing to have members of the project help out in the community." She reached over to stroke his cheek. He leaned into her hand.

"I know, I know." He put his hand on her stomach. Rubbing the small bump that had started to show there. The first visible proof of the tiny life growing inside.

He was about to say something when Dr. Cohen walked in. "Well how are we feeling today Esther?"

"We're doing alright Rajesh. Although I still can't seem to keep anything down for long. And someone's a little antsy."

Rajesh smiled warmly at John. "Totally normal. Most first time fathers are." He turned his attention back to Esther. "And the nausea should pass soon but I can give you something for it just in case."

John sat back, resting his hands on his knees, not listening as they talked. Refusing to look at the good doctor. Rajesh made him uncomfortable. He always expected to find hate burning in those green eyes when they looked at him. But he never did. His handsome face was marred by several deep scars, though his clothes hid the far deeper scars that littered his tall frame. Scars that John had given him.

Rajesh had joined the project not long after he and Esther had gotten married and his confession hadn't gone well. John had been manic, frenzied and had gone much too far. He hadn't meant to hurt him so badly. He really hadn't. It was only by the grace of God that Esther had wandered in, looking for him. Her own confession, if you could really call it that had been a tender, gentle moment that Joseph surely wouldn't have approved of.

She'd never seen what it could be, he remembered the horrified look on her face before she jumped forward to stop him from inflicting more harm. Calling for help her quick action had saved Rajesh's life. But John had been certain at the time that she'd leave, once she'd learned what a monster he truly was.

But she hadn't left him. She hadn't even seemed to be afraid of him. She'd soothed and comforted him. Told him he wasn't a monster, that he just needed help and begged him to please let her help him. Now here she was sitting with a man who should hate him but didn't, preparing to give him a gift John hadn't even realized he wanted. Something he'd assumed he could never have.

"John? Hummingbird...look."

Her voice pulled him back to the present. He'd been so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Rajesh begin the ultrasound.

"That's your baby." Rajesh looked back at him. "Perfectly healthy."

He grabbed Esther's hand, squeezing a bit tighter than he should, staring in awe at the image on the screen. At this tiny little miracle God had decided to bless them with.

"You okay John?"

He looked down at Esther, finding in her dark eyes the same love he always found there. And just nodded, fighting back tears of joy. Feeling his heart swell with a depth of love he hadn't known he was capable of feeling. For their baby. For this woman who had without asking for a single thing in return, given him the whole world with her heart.

[animeloversworldsblog]

dear jackeychan how can u blame mahiru?isn't it rigr who made this plan and used them?mahiru always wanted to be a normal girl.rigr told guren that it was totally his plan except their feelings.doesn't that mean the misfortunes that happened to guren wasn't mahiru's plan but rigr's?only her feelings towards guren that called love was her.she is a savior cause she wants to save humanity by losing shika.can u explore her personality a little more.i'm not a gurexmahi shipper.not at all.but everyone tries to present her like a saint.so i'm really confused.do guren really love mahiru?if he somehow can bring her back,will he fall for her again?how good is mahiru(not the demon possessed one) for him?can u plzz explore them?plzzzzz

Well, it's been too long since I dropped this manga tbh; one bcs of the toxicity that has this manga with justify the evil as something good or "bcs the circumstances made me do it" and two bcs the plot get more and more boring.

But like you ask me dear Crowleyuri I can tell you I made some post about it long time ago about why I can confirm mahiru is pure evil and nothing good. Is an horrible character even if there are people that always try to portrait her like, saint, innocent, savior, etc. All the question you made can be respond on my old post so I hope that help you with your doubts. I can just tell you that all this are my analysis on what I saw on novel and manga and how even on there shows how she truly is as a person, and as a human and that her demons has nothing to do with her decisions. Even guren proof by himself that he was manipulated since the moment they met and he never showed love at all, was more like responsibility and guilt and in the end he himself realized she was just a monster and he was his victim and still is. Which is sad tbh. The worse thing here is that she is guilty free of all her decisions, just for be a woman.

Now I let here my post. Hope it's help. And thank for asking me

[maxhcwitt]

"Alright, just you wait, if we've all got to have some character flaws then I'm sure I'll come across yours at some point too." Max pointed out, "And when I do, well I'll be sure to make you aware of them, very loudly, might hire some neon lighting to help me out or something." As the other continued to speak, Max realised that he had zoned in on her words and was still continuing to play with the strand of her hair that was now somehow wrapped around his finger, "Sorry." He apologised once he realised it, letting the hair fall from his grasp and hearing a choked smooth coming from his apparition shadow behind him. "I really think so and I'd be more then happy to share my haircare routine with you, hell, I'll even help you dye it if you want." Max offered. "And you're right, I think a deep magenta would look incredible on you. You'd come out looking like a total Rockstar." Max smiled at the other when she spoke about picking the monster that wasn't all that much a monster, "Yeah, I mean, it was the doctor who was the monster really in the end. Which, sort of says something about humanity, huh?" Though he tended not to think that deeply about these things when it came to enjoying them on the screen for the fear he might end up overanalysing it and then losing the appeal. "Okay, yeah, you win with that. They are the most whimsical creature out there and the fact there is solid proof of them as well is pretty rad, but sadly I have not came across one. What about you? Been out in the forest when you shouldn't have and stumbled across one?"

"We've all got some character flaws sprinkled in here and there, haven't we?" she put to him with a laugh, obviously not actually meaning to take a stab at him in any way. "You'll have to share your secrets– it honestly still manages to look great even if you've been dyeing it on and off for a while now," Rosa complimented, finding that not everyone could pull of a color like green and yet he made it look fantastic. "You really think so?" she let out a soft giggle as he gently played with a strand of her hair. "Maybe I could go for like a deep magenta or something– feels like a me color," she considered. "Exactly. He was never really a monster, just made out to be one. Trust me to pick the most un-monster-like monster our of them all," she shook her head at herself with a laugh. "Share some whimsy with you? Hmm. Well how much do you know about what's arguably one of the most whimsical creatures of all time– unicorns? Have you ever seen one?"

[maroonghoul]

Terror Time 2023! Days 25 thru 29

Afflicted (2013) I'm guessing the reason they call it this is because "A Canadian Vampire in Paris" gave the wrong idea.

In all seriousness, the cruel ironic contrast between where Derek is in regards to death at the beginning and end of the movie; he'll be dead within about a year to never be able to die at all. *chef's kiss*. That being said, he put on quite a show during the events of the movie, I'll be a bit surprised if it's not taken as proof to the world vampires exist. The only logical place a sequel could go are the world governments opening a new vampire hunter department. Either that or Derek will have to move halfway across the globe.

The Man They Could Not Hang It's fun looking into an alternate universe where the Saw franchise started 65 years earlier. OK, I joke, but now I want to see it for real. Boris Karloff could sweet talk me into disemboweling myself!

I want to say this could all have been avoided if Dr. Savaard had a terminally ill person to be his volunteer instead but given how quickly everyone else seems to leap to conclusions as is, it probably wouldn't have made that much a difference after all. Then he's REALLY lose faith in humanity.

The revenge part itself was too short and had too small a body count. But I guess if you wanted a proper revenge slasher movie with this setup that had only one or two survivors, you would have to wait at least two decades before Hollywood would take a chance on that. Well, at least I get to see Karloff play both the resurrected monster And the scientist that created him at the same time.

Phenomena (1985) So the moral is I shouldn't be cruel to bugs because they can be my friends, but rat-faced boys and their families deserve death? Huh?!

Otherwise, it is a Dario Argento movie, though a little more star studded than usual. I think I've gotten use to the weird music choices for the exploration/escape sequences. Also, I don't know why it's always so satisfying when your serial killer villains die at the hands of animals. I guess it's because so many of them fancy themselves apex predators or such, that the universe literally proving that's not true as they're defeated is the icing on the cake.

So last Saturday was a full moon, so that meant...

WEREWOLF DOUBLE FEATURE!

Late Phases Werewolves already symbolize puberty in quite a few films, it's refreshing to see one symbolize something totally opposite.

While killing the dog upfront the way this movie did was hard to watch, I think it was necessary to make sure we at least understood Ambrose's side on this. He's not the most likable guy already, to the other characters included. But I feel that's what he wanted at this point in his life. And even though the werewolf itself wasn't in the movie much (Not that I blamed them, that design wasn't great), I think it ended up working to the movie's advantage. It actually becomes like a chess match, especially once the werewolf realizes Ambrose is on to him. Tom Noonan was a pretty obvious red herring all things considered, but I appreciate the actual wolf was the 2nd most religious character in the movie at least.

The climax stretches credibility when you see the normal man suplex a werewolf! Age isn't really an issue, since they're both old, but c'mon! What's the advantage otherwise?

Well, can't say I didn't get a good amount of gore I come to expect from werewolf movies. At least his son knew the truth by the end. Even if it lead to a quite goofy final shot.

Werewolves Within Werewolves seem to lend themselves more to whodunnits then vampires do for some reason. 'Cause if they're not the main character of a greek tragedy or in an urban fantasy setting, that's the kind of movie they show up in. I'm guessing it just makes the figurative killer within that more literal.

I do like that it's used to deconstruct that one archetype that's been constant in movies it seems the past 20 years, along with taking a shot at small towns and showing why most of the people who live there are the worst. Are there enough people left to even count it as a town at this point? If it doesn't, that's a lot of free real estate I guess. Last note, I liked which character got to land the killing shot on the werewolf. Revenge is a dish best served...without sandwiches. If you've seen it, you get it.

Child's Play 2 I saw the first one, along with Bride and Seed a long time ago. And I know I have even more to catch up on.

How is it that while this one seems to have a cleaner look then the first one, it feels a lot more darker? Lo and behold, adults actors not coming back for the sequel have serious consequences on the kid characters. This was practically setting up to be horror flick already without Chucky coming back.

Speaking of which, I like stupid he is in this. Not the concept, I mean the character's intelligence. He practically lucked (or fumbled, depending on your POV) into that disguise, and other than that, he makes just as many rational decisions as...well, an actual serial killer. I've talked before about how slashers tie into the true dangers of suburbia and the privileged. In this case, not only does Chucky have a better way to hide in plain sight then Michael but not as good as Freddy's, he also specifically taps into the bad that comes from people who live there buying into consumerism, with a product that even after it's "paid" for, continues to take and take and is never satisfied. Other that that, the real genius of Chucky's look is to show how he's constantly the most immature character in these films, even moreso then the actual kids. He's not much less mature as certain billionaire CEOs we hear about at least.

Maybe that's why, when Mancini had more control over this one then the first movie, he had the climax at the company factory. Even if he can't directly tie Chucky to the amoral corporation storywise, he could symbolically here. Even though I figured he would camouflage himself better then he actually did.

Good to see you again, Chucky. Next stop to catch up is Curse.

[leahblackk]

Through thick and thin

(Not my gif. Whoever made it thank you and I’m sorry)

Request: Could I request an angsty pregnancy fic with a happy ending? Thanks

Summary: Reader is pregnant, she was happy about it. Joy all over her body, her and Spencer had been married for two years now, and a child was all they wanted, until she heard him confess something that made her think. Does he really want a child?

Warnings: Mentions of the kidnapping between JJ and Spencer, only that JJ is not the one confessing. Pregnancy, marital problems. And mentions of blood. 

Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

So… this is my first time writing about pregnancy. This is traumatic. But beautiful at the same time. Let me know what you think of this here. And here is my masterlist. 

Tagging: @measure-in-pain and @alexlovescriminalminds

Joy.

Happiness.

Excitement.

Those words weren't enough to describe what Y/n Reid was feeling. It was, maybe, a combination of all of them in their higher level. Emotions all over the place, playing with her as little children. What a funny comparison.

She sat on the cold bathroom floor. Her shaky hands held with force a positive pregnancy test, marking her future. She was pregnant. Truly pregnant.

It was a revelation—something she wasn't expecting.

Well… Maybe a little. Otherwise, she wouldn't even have that test in her hands.

She thought of that as proof of the immense love she and Spencer shared so dearly for all those almost three years. What they had been through, it made them stronger. And maybe this was a reward for them not giving up. That was what she preferred to think of.

She couldn't believe it!

However, she couldn't deny the nervous feelings mixing with the happy ones as she thought about everything. She never threw away the idea of becoming a mother, but she didn't think about becoming one so soon.

She felt scared. Of course, she did. She always thought that bringing such a pure, innocent creature into the wicked and malicious world wasn't a very good thing. And she was also scared of the future ahead.

Parenting doesn't come with a manual, she thought.

She didn't have a normal job, and neither did her husband. Both FBI agents. She was scared of leaving too early and not being able to be there for their child.

Of course, she was scared.

But happiness remained in her soul when she looked down at the test. Mostly to think about Spencer's reaction, she thought it would be pure happiness as he has always dreamt about forming a family. The way he acted around Hank and Henry was proof of his parental abilities. And now that was their reality, but at the same time, she feared that precious dream would eventually turn into a nightmare.

She was over the moon, but she feared she would come down eventually.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, not sadness. There was no sadness in them. She was happy! Even though all that anxiety and insecurities, she was delighted. She now was going to be able to teach their child things about life and things she learned. Be there for them. Loving them and letting them know the world wasn't a bad place in its totality. Even when they face monsters, the heroes remain up and fighting with all the strength they got left.

And mostly, her heart felt warm at the thought of Spencer being a dad. She knew he would also be worried and nervous, they've discussed this topic before, but just like her, he wanted that with all his heart. He truly wanted, or that was what he told her. That was what she believed. 

She imagined him carrying the baby around, being that fantastic father she knew he was. Celebrating holidays together, mainly Halloween, as they both were obsessed with the festivity.

She felt butterflies. Everything was going to change now, and she was sure it would be for the better. She hoped it was going to be for the better.

She stands up and hides the test behind some pills and lotions on the counter. Then she looks at herself in the mirror, her hands wandering down to her belly. She lifted her black blouse feeling the soft fabric in the process, and saw her stomach.

She smiled softly. She didn't have that much time, but she was already excited.

"Angel?" she heard the soft voice of her husband coming to the room.

She put her blouse down and wiped her tears away, trying to look as normal as possible, fixing her hair, and then she got out of the bathroom to meet her beloved husband. Hiding the news behind the smile and sweet eyes.

She looked at those hazel eyes, and that fluffy caramel hair that was a little bit wet because of the shower he had taken an hour before. He wore a grey suit with a lavender purple shirt and grey tie as well. He looked stunning.

"Hi, love," she smiled, finally saying something. Spencer's beauty was something that mesmerized her every time.

He looked up at her. She was glowing, and he was happy about it. His breath got cut once more, as it always did. His eyes lit with love and adoration, getting closer to her and putting his hands around her waist. He breathed in her scent, that one that made him feel at home, in peace.

She was his home, and he was hers.

He got her closer to his body, starving of her touch and warmth. Spencer kissed her head and then connected her forehead with his with soft movements while he closed his eyes, and she did as well.

To be honest, Spencer was upset.

He could feel something different. Maybe not in her, but in the surroundings. He could feel something bad, and the only way to calm his anxiety and running thoughts were being closer to her.

So he did that.

"How are you?" he asked.

Y/n chuckled, which made Spencer smile, still with his eyes closed. "We woke up together. I think you know that already, don't you, honey?"

He let out a chuckle, "Did you know that people, even married ones, can keep secrets from their partner? Sometimes they hide things because they are afraid or maybe because they don't want to feel like they are a burden," he quickly rambled. "So.. are you okay?"

She almost thought he knew about everything, but that would be nearly impossible as she verily knew now even. Waiting to give the news. She sighed and opened her eyes. She looked at him, so peaceful, so beautiful with his eyes closed and his long eyelashes resting carefully.

Spencer felt her gaze and opened his eyes, looking deep into her, falling in love even more.

"Yes, I am, love. What about you?"

"That depends on you?"

"How come?"

"Would you give me a kiss?"

"I will give you all the kisses you want."

"You are so cheesy sometimes," Spencer joked and chuckled when his wife let a gasp out and softly smacked his arm.

"You are the one asking for kisses. You know what? I'm gonna deprive you of them now. Go away, sir," she said, trying to keep a smile and wanting to turn around, but he hugged her and hid his face on her neck, kissing her softly. He pulled away and looked at her.

"It's Doctor for you, Reid."

"Then you cant call me Reid."

"Why? Is your last name, isn't it?" He smiled at the thought of it.

"It is, but you married me, didn't you?" she put her arms around his neck. Spencer hugged her closer.

"I had the honour and luck to do so, yes."

"So then as your wife I call you however I want."

He looked down at her lips, licking his own, "Fair enough," he whispered.

"My eyes are up here,” she joked.

"I know, I'm just looking at my next sweet," and before she said anything, he connected their lips together while they softly danced with love and passion. Spencer couldn't communicate his feelings too well, and the only way he got to do so was with touch, so with that. He kissed her, and he whispered I love you little million times.

And she kissed him back with the same love and passion. Without rush, or hurry or worry, just love, pure love.

But their love got interrupted when Spencer's phone started ringing in his left pocket. He growls in the middle of the kiss, and that makes his wife chuckle.

He pulled away, grabbing her face with his hands, feeling her softness, and giving her little quick kisses. The phone is still ringing as its life depends on it.

"Answer," she said.

"Alright, I will," he said, taking his phone out, but before she left, he gave her another quick kiss. "For good luck," he whispered.

…

Y/n wasn't going to work that day, even if Spencer was just called in a case. She talked with Hotch, saying that she couldn't make it because she had medical stuff to do. He didn't entirely believe her but still, let her be.

She called Penelope, her best friend, to come into her house as she wasn't needed right now in the job so they could go and check her baby.

But she hasn't given the news to the blonde girl just yet.

A knock on the door took Y/n out of her phone. Spencer was texting if she wanted some company with her while she went to the doctor, she used the excuse of going with the gynecologist. She, of course, denies it as he did was needed in the field, besides, he couldn’t found out just yet.

Y/n got up feeling a little bit dizzy with the sudden movement and walked to the door. "Why the doctor? Are you okay, baby?" Pen quickly said as soon as her friend opened the door.

"Hello to you too," she chuckled, and the woman smiled. Y/n step aside, letting her free path into her sweet household. "I have something to tell you, but you can't tell anyone just yet, Pen. Promise me?"

"I promise, don't worry," Pen quickly said, sitting down on the couch in the living room, taking a pillow, and putting it on her lap. She waited silently for Y/n to start talking, but she couldn't let the words out. For instinct, she put her hands on her belly, something she had been doing since she found out about the new coming member. Pen gasped, the movement being evident to her, "Are you? Are you pregnant with a baby genius?"

Again, she couldn't let the words out of her mouth and just nodded with tears coming down her eyes. Pen gasped again, tears following down as well. "Oh my god," Garcia let out.

"Oh my god indeed," Y/n chuckled.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this… No, wait, I can. You have been acting weird. You have been craving my sweets more often, which I didn't consider odd as I know how well I bake but… oh my god. Does boy wonder know?"

Y/n shocked her head, "I just found out this morning. I'm not ready to tell him just yet."

"And do you want to be a mother? Because if you don't, I completely understand," Pen said, worried.

"No, I mean yes, yes. I want to Pen. I just, I'm just nervous, and that's okay. It's been too quick, and all of a sudden, but I do," Garcia smiled sweetly.

"Can I be the godmother?"

"Thought you would never ask," both women laughed.

…

"Alright, Mrs. Reid, let's see your baby," the doctor said, putting the cold gel on Y/n's belly. She let out a soft gasp because of the coldness of it.

 Pen was the most excited. She was about to jump and scream for excitement, but she just smiled, trying to keep calm.

"Okay, Mrs.Reid, that's your baby right there," the doctor points to the screen beside her. That was, tiny as a bean, but it was her baby. Their baby.

"Oh my god, they look just like Spencer and you," Pen said with happy tears on her cheeks. Y/n and the doctor laughed. That wasn't true. They weren't fully formed just yet.

"They look like shrimp," Y/n laughed.

"That's because they have four weeks," Doctor Montgomery explained.

"A month," Y/n whispered.

They have been inside her for a month now.

A month.

Pens phone buzzed. She took her phone out. It was a text from Emily.

Spencer and JJ are held as hostages. You and Y/n need to come right now.

It's funny how happiness can be turned down as quickly as in a blink of an eye. Or text in this case.

Y/n turns to look at Pen with a smile on her, but the smile quickly turns into a frown. The change in her mood was noticeable. That text upset her.

"Is everything all right?" Y/n asked.

Pen only softly smiled.

No. It wasn't.

…

"Truth or dare. That's your game, right?" JJ said, standing up while the unsub pointed his gun at her, "I'll play," Spencer looked at her with worried eyes.

"I will as well," The doctor said. He wasn't going to let her friend like that.

While Spencer's wife stood next to Pen playing with her ring, Garcia tried to envision the shop. Pen looked at her, "Baby, you need to sit down. That won't make any good to baby bean," Garcia explained.

Y/n nodded and sat while she heard the keyboard being tapped with fast moves, "We are in!" she said while having a clear vision of Spencer and JJ in the shop.

The unsub walked around JJ, "Okay, agent. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

JJ looked at Spencer, "I'll play first," he quickly said. He knew JJ’s secrets, they were best friends but he won’t let her out just like that, when it was so difficult to get to even tell her best friend.

Y/ns breath got cut.

"I was talking to her," Casey directed the gun to Spencer.

Y/n and Pen held hands, being too nervous about what they witnessed.

"I know. But she's innocent. She doesn't have good things to confess. I-I do," Spencer said.

"Why'd you have to confess, pretty boy? Huh?" he chuckled and walked to Spencer. "You have a perfect life—a beautiful one. You are an FBI agent. You are married, with a beautiful wife. I've seen her," Spencer looked down, thinking about his wife and this morning. Oh, how he wished to be in her arms now. But at the same time, he felt disgusted by the way Casey talked about her. He had seen her.

Casey turned around and turned back to shoot next to Spencer. Y/n jumped and let a soft sobbed. Garcia looked at her. She had her hands on her belly. She noticed how she has been doing that a lot.

"I dare you to say something you are afraid to say, then, Pretty boy. Tell me something no one has ever known, something real," Casey said.

"I-I am afraid of forgetting the people I love. To forget what I have lived with them, to forget who I am," Spencer said.

She knew that.

Y/n knew that.

Casey chuckled and shot the woman beside him on the leg. She gasped out of pain and tripped over the floor, "Boring! Give me something more. I know she knows that. Tell me something no one knows, Spencer, or you won't live out of this to come to her."

Spencer trembled with the piece of glass behind him.

He was afraid of leaving his wife... Truly afraid. To leave her alone.

He had to say it.

He had to.

Even if that would cause him trouble.

He only hoped she didn't hear it.

"Come on!" Casey exclaimed.

"Everyone thinks," he breathed in and out. Trying to untie his hands while blood came down to the floor, the glass cutting him as well, "Everyone, even my wife, thinks I want to have children. And at some point, I did as well. But I concluded that I didn't want to. There's too much risk. There are too many things. I don't want to have children, and I don't know how to tell my wife that."

Silence.

Silence was everything Y/n heard.

She could feel Pen's hand grasping hers. She could feel her heart beating and the movement on her stomach. She knew it was all on her mind. Their… her baby couldn't move much just yet.

But besides that, she felt numb.

Completely numb.

She was pregnant and excited to tell her husband the news. But now, she heard him say he didn't want to have children.

What was she going to do?

She loved Spencer

But she loved their child too.

Her child.

Hers.

If Spencer doesn't want any part of that, that's okay. She won't force him. But she was going to have her child.

"Hot damn, that's what I'm talking about," Casey laughed, "But not good enough to save her life," he pointed the gun to JJ, but before his trigger was pulled, Spencer pulled his first.

Casey, with a gasp, went numb to the floor.

He was now dead.

…

Spencer and JJ got out of the shop. He saw his wife talking with Penelope and Hotch.

He could see her upset. She was trembling and with tears in her eyes. One of her hands was on her stomach, and the other moved while she talked.

Did she…?

No.

She couldn't.

She was at the doctor's.

She couldn't.

"Spence," JJ said behind him.

JJ knew Y/n was pregnant. Not because someone told her but because she saw it in her. She had been pregnant as well.

She knew.

Spencer turned around.

Her face said it all.

His wife was pregnant.

That realized everything.

Her sudden appetite. Her sudden dizziness.

And now the hand on her belly. She wanted to feel the baby. To protect them from the world.

She was pregnant.

Her wife was pregnant.

Y/n was pregnant. His Y/n.

And he said all those horrible things.

His world came down. Y/n looked at him, and Spencer turned around to look at her as well. She was sad, upset. Tears came down her cheeks.

He had hurt her and their baby with his words.

"Is she…?" Spencer was scared to say it out loud. But he didn't need to ask. He knew.

"Go talk to her," JJ said. It wasn't something she could say. It wasn't something she had to be in the middle. It was between them, and JJ respected that. She respects her friends.

Spencer walked to her wife. Y/n turned around.

"I need to get out of here, Pen, please," she sobbed.

Hotch looked at her and then at Spencer.

He walked to Spencer, stopping him while Pen guided Y/n to the SUV.

"What are you doing? I need to talk to her before it's too late," he said desperately. He couldn't lose his wife.

"She's agitated right now, Spencer, but she's willing to talk to you. Just give her some time. All this stress isn't good for… her," Spencer looked at him.

"I know she's pregnant."

"And you are a genius, Spencer. You must know good stress can affect a baby."

He nodded.

He couldn't lose them too.

…

Y/n came to their house with Penelope by her side. Y/n sat on the couch and put a blanket over herself.

"You can go. I'll be fine," she softly smiled.

"And leave you and my godchild alone? Nope, that's not happening."

"Pen, they need you more than I do right now. You must have some work to do, and I need some time to think before he comes back."

"But call me if you need anything Y/n. And when I say anything is anything. Even if you can't reach something," Y/n chuckled.

"I will."

Pen gave her a quick kiss on the forehead to then put her hands on her belly, "Your daddy loves you even if he's confused right now," she whispered to her stomach.

Y/n tried to keep the tears in while Penelope walked away from their home, and when she was sure she left, Y/n let the sobs out.

…

Spencer ran with all his strength to their home. That's where Penelope told him she was. He couldn't let her go, them go.

He entered the house and looked for her. Tears coming down his face when he couldn't see her anywhere near.

Spencer went upstairs and opened the door to their shared room. He let his breath out, the one he didn't know he was holding when he saw her on the bed, but his heart broke when he saw the bags. She didn't leave, but she was going to.

"Angel," he said softly.

She looked up at him.

Guilt.

Fear.

Sadness.

That "Angel," didn't feel the same.

"Angel, please," he walked to her and kneeled. "Let's fix this," he let out a sob.

She shooked her head, "There's anything else to fix, Spence," she softly said. She wasn't mad. She was hurt—deeply hurt.

She didn't blame him for not wanting to have children. She didn't.

She blamed him for not telling her before. But she wasn't mad either. She understands.

"Yes, there is. I know how you feel but let me explain…"

"No, Spencer. I'm pregnant, and you don't want to have children. I understand that. But I do. I do want to have them," she put, once more, her hand down on her belly. Rubbing it. Spencer looked down at her stomach and sobbed, "I understand if you don't want to. I understand the risks and your problems, and I won't force you to. I won't. That's why I'm leaving," she put her hands on his cheeks caressing them, he looked up at her, "I'm not mad at you Spence. I'm not. You were the best husband and the best man I have ever known. I will always love you, but I won't give up on my child."

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Her words hurt him like a knife digging into his heart. She was going to stand up, but Spencer put her arms around her waist, putting her down. She was going to complain, but Spencer rested his cheek on her stomach, then kissed it repeatedly. His lips pressed there, he spoke.

"H-hi baby. It's your dad," Y/n sobbed, "I owe you and mommy an apology, but she's a little stubborn and didn't let me speak. I bet you would be just like her, "he chuckled, "I-I don't entirely know if you can hear me. All the things I learn about babies are confusing now, but you will be a genius just like mommy and me, so I bet you hear what I say. I-I said to the bad man earlier I didn't want to have children, and I won't lie and say that was a lie because it wasn't, until now. It's a lie, baby, it is. I want you, okay? Daddy was just scared. You know, grandma has something called schizophrenia, and that's an illness that can be passed to your children, and I was scared you would have it too, or that I would. But grandma is lovely. Grandma, besides your mommy, is the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I have ever known. She raised me correctly, just like mommy and I will with you, baby. You will be so loved. Can you forgive daddy for what he said? He didn't mean those words. He was just scared," he looked up at his wife, who was crying with a small smile, "And you angel. Would you forgive me?"

Y/n nodded. She couldn't let the words out, and Spencer put his hands on her face kissing her deeply. Just like they did earlier.

"I love you. I love you both."

"We love you more, Spence. We do."

He cried.

He had a family now.

What he wanted before the fears and insecurities attacked him. He had a family on his own. He didn’t need to watch now his friends children and wish they were his.

He had one now.

He put his lips once again on her belly kissing it over and over, apologizing. And they spend the whole night talking about their baby.

[morganwrites12672]

S.H. Steve Harrington x Reader

"Are you insane?" You ask your lover.

"Babe, trust the kid," Steve tells you as he continues preparing for the Demo-Dog or whatever the fuck that kid said it was.

You move another metal tray into the pile that the girl had made.

From what you had been told, there was some type of creature from the Upside Down. And the boy,Dustin kept it until it ate his cat and escaped.

You help the rest of the kids and steve, love the barrels and lay some bait.

The kids introduce themselves, Lucas, Dustin, and Max.

You step back and look, the entire bus had been demo dog proofed .

All that was left was to wait.

Lucas was on top of the bus, looking for the dogs..

Steve played with his lighter as you tossed around your nail bat.

"So, you really fought one of these things before?" Max questions. As she slouches on a bus seat.

Steve gives a half shrug.

"And you're like, totally, 100 percent sure it wasn't a bear?" She finishes.

"Shit. don't be an idiot. okay? It wasn't a bear," dustin replies. "Why are you even here if you don't believe us?"

Dustin paces around the bus, "Just go home," he tells her.

You rest your head on Steve's shoulder.

He feels warm, but soon you would have to fight that 'thing'.

"Geesh. Someone's cranky. Last your bedtime?" Max teases.

She gets up and moves to the roof of the bus with lucas.

"That's good," Steve says, "Just show her you don't care," he looks at Dustin and winks.

"Why are winking steve? Stop," Dustin says.

You sigh and press a kiss to his neck.

"Babe," Steve sighs. "we have, to focus," he says. You can hear the frustration in his voice. All he wants is to kiss you, but he can't get distracted.

"Shut up Farrah," you tease.

You suddenly hear an inhuman roar.

"Lucas what the fuck was that? What is going on?" You yell and jump up. Steve moves to get up to 'protect you'.

Steve moves to look out the sliver of a window with Dustin.

You just see a bunch of fog.

"Hold on," Lucas yells, "I was got eyes! 10 o'clock, 10 o'clock," he yells and you grab your nail bat.

"There," you point at the disgusting demo dog.

"What's he doing," Dustin asks. The dog wasn't doing anything, just there from what you could tell.

"I don't know," Steve replies.

You all watch the demo dog. He stands there, literally doing nothing.

"He's not taking the bait? Why isn't he taking the bait?" Steve asks.

"Maybe he's not hungry," Dustin suggests.

"Maybe hes sick of cow," Steve replies

"What are you doing ," Dustin asks.

he moves to grab his bat and rosses Dustin his lighter, "Just get ready,"

You grab yours to, "Together or not at all,"

steve opens the door and you both step out .

You both carefully step towards the demo dog, bats raised.

Steve whistles, "Come on buddy," he keeps whistling as he repeats, "Come on buddy,"

"Humans taste better than cat I promise," he is now extremely close to the monster.

"be careful," you remind.

Steve does a few mock swings as the dog gets closer.

"STEVE WATCH OUT, THREE OCLOCK," Lucas screams..

You see more demo dogs as Dustin screams to abort. It's to late.

You hit one as Steve rolls over a car to avoid the jaws of death.

The kids are screaming as you both run from the hell hounds.. you barely make it in.

Seconds to spare from the jaws of those monsters.

"Are they rabid?" Max half yells.

"They can't get in," Steve sighs as he pushes more metal in front of the door.

The kids kept yelling curses as you and Steve fight the demo dogs who broke through.

"You want some come and get some," Steve yells as the dog runs off

They a do?

"What happened?" Lucas asks as you exit the bus.

"Steve scared them off?" Dustin asks.

"No," Steve says looking at you, "They are going somewhere,"

[sinnabonka]

so apparently Jared said episode 19 and episode 20 take place five years apart? WTF? did i miss a meeting? (they totally DIDN'T say or imply this in the finale, right? there was no FIVE YEARS LATER title card or shot of a 2025 calendar. i'm not forgetting a huge detail like that. i wasn't so blinded by the endless montage of awful that i blanked on an important plot point?? did we all collectively miss this?? please tell me i'm not the only one who had no idea that was supposed to be the case..)

I’m sorry what? Come again? Five years? Can I have a source here, please? (I’m too lazy today to proof check it)

If Jared indeed said that, it just fucked the last ounce of sanity out of me.

IT MAKES SO LITTLE SENSE.

So do I understand it correctly?

They defeat Chuck, they drive out SOMEWHERE (end of ep19), they do god knows what for five whole years (probably stay in the bunker, once a week drive around killing monsters, just the two of them), wasting their lives on the same shit they did when Chuck was still narrating their stories? Then Dean gets a dog, starts to look for a job (cv on his table), and then they take the last case and he just trips and dies on a nail?

Thanks, but no thanks. This made it worse.

And when I though it was not possible

[morimakesfanart]

Sindria's Prophet #17

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[AO3]

*In this house we stan string theory and multiple dimension theory *Also, this chapter gets a little preachy, and delves more into my interpretation of the series so to make up for it I made a lot of art.

~POV Sinbad~ "If you're willing to talk about the future, does that mean you are finally ready to explain about those calamities you mentioned in Balbadd?" When Ja'far cut in he was in a rush; he didn't want to miss this chance. Sinbad had underestimated Ja'far's concerns; he had been too preoccupied with the Prophet. All the same, "I don't know if this is the time for that conversation. This is Mori's first meal with everyone after all." Wait. He knew that look. Ja'far wasn't actually asking to have that conversation now. He was pressuring Mori so she would have to agree to tell them soon. "I'm fine. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. As long as everyone else is willing to talk seriously for a few mins, I don't see the problem." Mori was wearing the same stern expression she had the morning of the coup in Balbadd. When Ja'far had cut in with his request he could have tried to sound a little nicer but it didn't warrant the cold response Mori gave in return. There had been rising tensions between Ja'far and Mori since Balbadd, but both seemed to get along most of the time. "Wait really? You're agreeing this easily?" Ja'far's shock also spoke for the King. She obviously didn't want to talk about the Calamities even when she promised to tell them, so why now? "A promise is a promise." Mori almost felt like a completely different person compared to the coy way she was teasing them all just moments ago. "Besides, this will just continue to be a point of contention until I explain."

--- King Sinbad was finally eating with his Generals and Prophet, but this was nothing like he had planned. Mori sat straight with both hands on the table interlocked. "The 1st of the 2 calamities occurs in about 2 years. As you know, there's a few countries that currently have rising tensions." Which countries? The Kou and Riem were prime contenders since they were already Empires causing trouble for other countries. There was also Magnostadt which has been becoming increasingly hostile to other nations, and seemed to be encroaching on the Kingdom of Actia. "In 2 years, 3 of them are going to go to war. A massive amount of black Rukh will be released, and the same type of magic used to make the Dark Djinns will be used to make a humanoid monster the size of a mountain." Of course, Al Thamen would be involved. "The amount of black Rukh it will have will make it a Medium for opening a black spot and letting Ill Ilah connect to the world which is Al Thamen's ultimate goal. Once Ill Ilah connects it will destroy all of the white Rukh in the world -bringing death." It sounded just like what Falon had described as her plan all those years ago. The same thing that happened in Parthevia a decade ago is going to happen again in only 2 years? "The Medium is destroyed before that can happen thanks to all of the current Metal Vessel users and assimilated Household Members coming together to destroy it. The world is saved but in the process one of the Magi will have to commit one of the ultimate taboos of this world. That taboo is what will eventually lead to the 2nd Calamity. If King Sinbad and the Metal Vessel users of the Seven Seas Alliance, which were the last to arrive, can show up sooner then that taboo and the 2nd Calamity might be something that can be fully avoided especially since I already know the Medium's weakness." It was clear that Mori knew more. Sinbad would have to talk to her about it later; he wasn't sure how much he wanted to talk about this tonight -they were supposed to be celebrating and getting to know each other light heartedly. However, there was one question he couldn't hold back from asking. "What is this taboo?” Mori sighed like she had expected that question. She looked to the ceiling. "Honestly, I didn't want to think it was a taboo when I first learned it, but after seeing what happens I get it now." She looked back at them. "I hope you can accept me not telling what it is. I don't want to even try to explain the 2nd Calamity because I'm not sure how without explaining the taboo. You see, the taboo involves information, so if I explain it to you I will be committing the taboo myself. I can only hope that the world isn't endangered because I know it." The air in the room felt thick. All of the Generals were waiting for his decision. Sinbad tried to read the Prophet's expression. It was serious, and determined; it seemed like fear and remorse were hiding right under the surface. What information could be dangerous on its own? "Alright," he agreed. "We don't want to take any unnecessary risks. However, if we are unable to prevent the taboo from being committed you will explain the 2nd Calamity." Mori attempted a half-hearted smile. "I was already planning to do that." She glanced around at the Generals. "Are there any other questions?" Sharrkan grumbled. "This is all really complicated stuff." "Yeah. Pretty scary, huh?" Pisti agreed. Drakon and Hinahoho were sharing a look while thinking.

"You still haven't told us where this is going to happen." Ja'far decided he would ask the next question. "Are you withholding that information on purpose?" Mori's expression was blank. "I'll tell you the countries involved after King Sinbad returns from the Kou Empire. I don't want to influence how the negotiation goes by giving him too much information he wouldn't normally have. I'm doing this for Balbadd..." Mori withholding vital information was the entire cause of Ja'far's distrust of her. "You took too long to tell us what was going to happen back in Balbadd, remember? If we know what their next target is then we can stop it before it ever happens." "The 1st Calamity has nothing to do with Al Thamen." "What?” that question was asked by all except the Prophet. Mori explained, "That country has refused contact with them and been building towards this for the past 10 years all on its own. All of the Black Rukh that has been accumulated there is like a trap waiting to be set off. The people currently in charge are not people who would be willing to accept change, or to listen to the arguments of the people here." That definitely narrowed it down. Riem was already having meetings with them, and it was only a matter of time before they formed an alliance. They already had the peace treaty with the Kou, and King Sinbad was about to go negotiate with them for Balbadd. That only left Magnostadt as the center of the conflict -the country they knew had increasing disparity between it's upper and lower classes. Mori was staring at him. He wasn't the one she was actually hiding this from. Since it didn't seem to be an avoidable Fate, she was preventing Yam from learning the Fate of her home country for as long as possible. Mori was trying to be considerate. "How is that possible?” "If they aren't behind it then how could such a thing happen??” Mori gave a sad smile. "It would be so much easier if all of the bad things in this world really were all caused by that organization. I had wrongly thought that was how this world works in the heat of the moment back in Balbadd, but I know better. I've read this world's Fate after all. Even in this world it is a mistake to hold onto the hope of total altruism too strongly." It almost felt like she was calling them all naïve with that last statement. She looked down at her hands. "Sentience, experience and free will make us all imperfect. All people are shaped by their past and everyone has a vice. There will always be people who think they are above everyone else, people who think they are right because of their feelings, people who think that they deserve something just because they want it or that they can do something because it is available to them," she looked back up and made direct eye contact with her King, "people that think that their luck or privilege is a sign that they were chosen by Fate, that they are the only one who can do something because they are special and that that means they are righteous and their failings mere stepping stones when in reality they are all normal people just like the rest of us." ///She knows nothing about being a Singularity. There's no greater proof of being chosen by Fate!/// Since the Fall of First Sindria, Sinbad had been hearing a voice periodically. It was like stray thoughts -many were opinions he didn't really have. The fact that the voice felt the same as him in this made a pit form in his stomach.

Mori gestured at him and continued. "Even his Majesty being a 'Singularity' is only something rare. You aren't the first, and you won't be the last. You know I can read the waves of Fate as well, so it's obviously not the type of thing that you or Al Thamen makes it out to be. There is no 'chosen one.' No one is immune to human fault or failing. 'Fate' is the history of how all of our decisions affect each other.” It was like she was reading his thoughts. There were other Singularities? Mori could also read the waves but- The waves in the room were over flowing. This was greater than when Mori changed things in Balbadd. They were far off topic now, but this was more important. ///She doesn't understand anything. I've read Fate!/// Those stray thoughts hated Mori and how she was changing things since the beginning even though when Sinbad read the waves around her he liked the direction they were going. Her waves wouldn't stop him from reaching his dream. If that voice was this against what she was doing then he had to know more. "Mori, please tell me, what makes you so sure? You say you've read Fate; how can you say there isn't a grand plan? Can you really deny that the Rukh guide us?" Would they have to agree to disagree? Was this something he could afford for the Prophet of his own country to not see his way? She watched him and the Generals as she thought. "There is a 'plan,' but it isn't absolute. I read more than one 'Fate' for this reality. If Fate was already fully decided then in Balbadd Judar would have defeated all of you instead of being crushed by Ugo, and Cassim would have married Princess Kougyoku instead of dying, but that didn't happen, now did it? When I read Fate, I read how it was changed from it's original design by the people of this world. And as I've already said, I couldn't be here if everything was already decided.” ((these are things that are said to be in the og draft of Magi, but got changed when actually making the scenes)) They had been changing Fate's course before Mori arrived? Was that even possible? Mori wasn't the type to lie out right over something like this. Between her demeanor and the waves, he could tell she wasn't lying. He had to know where this new path was leading and asked an obvious question. "Isn't it just as likely that those 'changes' were supposed to happen?" Mori scowled at that. "Anything is true somewhere. There are infinite realities where any Fate is true. Every moment infinitely more form to account for every possibility -every decision, and unexpected change, even an asteroid coming and destroying the planet. If you can imagine it, it is reality somewhere." Sinbad had read Fate in the waves, of course he knew about there being other possibilities. Were there really other realities where he had followed one of the other paths? Mori didn't wait for him to comment. "There's no way to know which destiny or Fate we are following until it's already happened. Being able to read the waves has helped me narrow it down to 2 or so of the Fates that I read for this reality, but it can't account for everything. Since I can't read my own Fate I can't know how my presence will affect things." Mori continued, "When I read this reality's Fate, I learned how it functions on a fundamental level. Everything is made up of Rukh and is dictated by the Rukh and magoi. The Great Flow of the Rukh 'guides' the living but it is also affected by the wants and desires of the living. It sees all those wishes and creates opportunities for people to realize those dreams based on how many want that dream to become real. But it's still up to the living how they react. The Great Flow creates opportunities and makes suggestions, but it can't make your decisions for you. And" Mori paused while looking for the right words, "and the more magoi directed at a certain wish the more likely the Great Flow will try to help." Mori waited for them to absorb the meaning of her words. That meaning made Sinbad nervous. If she wasn't lying... Drakon broke the silence. "That would mean that someone with

a lot of magoi would have a greater affect on the Great Flow." "It does." Mori confirmed. Was that really how the Great Flow of the Rukh worked? How Fate worked? Mori stayed silent again, reading them as much as they were reading her. The waves were still high. Yam was the next to comment. "I know the amount of magoi a person has defines how strong of a magician they can become, but it sounds like those born with a lot of magoi also have an amazing privilege when it comes to the Great Flow." "Exactly." Mori agreed. "The people that Fate seems to favor aren't chosen by Fate or particularly special. They are born lucky just like those born rich." She paused. "All Dudgeon Capturers have an above average amount of magoi. A Djinn won't select a King that doesn't even have enough magoi to use their power. The more Djinns a person has, the more magoi they need to have. King Sinbad, you were born with a rare ability, and the equivalent magoi of a large city or small county -even before all that Rukh merged with you in Parthevia. If you didn't, there would be no reasons for the Djinns to cut you off from trying to capture more Dungeons." "What?" Sinbad's question slipped out of him in an airy gasp. He knew he had more magoi than average, but this would make him no different from those that grew up as royalty thinking that they were inherently better than their poor subjects. He wasn't sure if he could believe her, but the waves of Fate had never lied to him. The Prophet's waves were overwhelming the space, encouraging him to believe her. It was obvious how this information would change things. King Sinbad had more than the waves, he also had a sharp intuition. There was something hidden in her words. Some truth about his future that she hadn't told them yet. Even if he had been intentionally given these privileges by Fate, Mori had already stated that his decisions were his own. When Mori had said there were people that conflated their privilege with a righteous roll given by Fate it definitely included him. But if he wasn't chosen by Fate, if they had been changing Fate all along, then what was what happened in Parthevia or Riem? Mori's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Not being chosen by Fate and everyone having free will is a good thing if you ask me. It means when someone chooses to do right by others it is because they chose to, not because someone is forcing or directing them. I like to think that everyone thinks they are doing the right thing, and only act out against others because of strong emotions and ignorance. The cure for most negative emotions is a stable environment ((including medication for those who need it)) and the cure for ignorance is education. These are things that Sindria and the Seven Seas Alliance are able to provide. "All of you are using your privileges and talents to help people, and to bring peace to the world. Regardless of whatever mistakes you made in the past, this country and the current state of the world are a direct result of your choices. These choices you've all made are even more admirable because you made them on your own. Isn't that why so many have sided with Sindria already? It's also one of the main reasons I chose to become Sindria's Prophet in the first place. With your help, we can greatly reduce the disparity of this world and raise the quality of life for everyone." Her smile was soft and confident. Mori's waves overtook his own.

The King had a thought that shook him, but it was Hinahoho that asked it, "You didn't just tell us some of the taboo information, did you?" "What? No." Mori was shocked by that question. "His Majesty and others would have figured this out all on their own in about 5 years -not to mention those that already know it." He could try to deny it, return to the path he was on, but he would know deep down that she was right. And apparently, he would figure this out in the future anyway. There was no reason to hold himself back then. He could see that now -there was no going back. This was one of the changes he had felt in her waves from when he first met Mori. ///How can she say such foolishness?? This woman must die before she ruins everything!!/// A chuckle slipped out of Sinbad. That voice really did hate his Beautiful Prophet. His waves were changing. He was changing. But he still had the same dream: to create a world without war or poverty. Mori's goal was to remove disparity. Even their goals worked well together. Why had he been so sure that being a Singularity made him some special chosen one? When had that started? It was members of Al Thamen that had told him that. They were the enemy yet he still believed their manipulation so completely. Sinbad knew why deep down. If he was chosen by Fate then his actions would be righteous and the awful things he experienced were stepping stones. Like a child learning to take responsibility and step out of the shadow of their parents, in this too he would have to take ownership for his place in the world. He would be thinking about this a lot in the coming days. All of this information was invaluable. Why did Mori choose to follow him if she knew all this? There was no way she didn't know how he viewed himself and the world before this conversation or the mistakes he had made. Was it thanks to opportunities that the Great Flow gave him that he was able to seduce her to his side? No. Mori already knew what was going to happen. She knew the future more clearly than what the waves could show. She knew him and his methods as well. She knew that the Kou Fleet had been on it's way. That meant Mori would have been deciding where she wanted to go and weighing her options from the beginning. Mori made her decision, gave him a slow drip feed of what she was capable of, and made sure each request he had of her was given a price. She wasn't just withholding her help due to a lack of trust; she was leading him to make the best possible offer. She knew that he would try to bring her to his side if he knew her value. He had played into her hands not the other way around. Why didn't this realization upset him? This new information wasn't going to stop him from achieving his dream. In fact, now that he had a better idea of how the Great Flow worked he could consciously use it to his advantage. He got what he wanted and it was mutual -not simply Fate. They both wanted this. This was making him excited. The smile on her face was one he recognized. He had worn it when he was young whenever he had convinced others to his side. Mori was cut from the same cloth. She had agreed to have this conversation not just because of Ja'far's insistence; she was after the opportunity to clear up his misunderstanding about Fate. ((plz ignore that I forgot to draw my freckles in most of the shots and am too lazy to fix it.))