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Snow Day

Title: Snow Day Prompt: There's a snowstorm, and someone's been gone since before it started. They were supposed to come home hours ago, so a member of the group heads out to find what happened to them. Fandom: ROTTMNT Word Count: 3681 Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating: Gen Characters: Casey Jones Jr, Raphael, Leonardo, Baxter Stockboy cameo Warning: Casey gets real freaked out and has a minor anxiety/panic attack Summary: Casey goes out just before a snowstorm happens and gets caught right in the middle of it... Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram! Reused old art for illustration lol, you can see it on AO3

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"I won't be gone long," Casey promised. "It's only a few things."

"Still, it's your first time buying groceries alone," Leo mumbled, the tap tap tap of his crutch echoing against the floor. He didn't always need it, but some days were harder than others. "I could go with --"

"No," Casey interrupted him, holding a hand up and stopping Leo in his tracks. "If I'm ever going to figure out how to live in this time period, then I need to learn to do these things on my own."

"Sheesh, alright!" Leo joked. "And don't say 'time period', this isn't the Victorian era! It's only what, 20-plus years into the past? Time period. Woof! You make it sound like we're ancient wizards or something..."

Casey laughed at the idea. The only one he could truly call a 'wizard' was Mikey, but he hadn't really gotten to that stage just yet. Mage, yes. Wizard? Maaaaybe in a few months, if he kept up the training with Draxum.

Casey and Leo went over the list one more time, adding one or two last-minute items that Leo suddenly thought of as they made their way to the exit. Casey stuffed the list into his pants before shoving a large and slightly oversized jacket over himself, struggling slightly with the arms.

"Don't forget your hat and earmuffs," Raph reminded him as he walked past. "It's really cold out today."

"Gotchya," Casey nodded, handling the earmuffs like they're some new and exotic species. "We didn't really have cold weather in the future..."

"Really?" Leo asked, his head tilting to the side. "What were winters like?"

"I dunno, like 60 degrees at the lowest?" he shrugged. "What with all the planetary devastation and laser blasts and global warming... weather became sorta nonexistent."

Raphael shuddered at the thought of such a thing. No weather meant no rain, no snow, maybe even no real wind or cloudy days.

"Well, try to be home soon okay? I think there's a call for heavy snow later."

"Sure thing," Casey replied, half-paying attention to Raph as he walked out the door. After all, this is the past, and everyone has it so cushy! There's nothing dangerous here except for idiot muggers and a few mutants. What could possibly go wrong?

"And don't forget the mittens!" Raph called after him. Casey walked back into the lair, retrieved his gloves, and then walked back out.

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Casey Jones Jr was starting to really like New York City, circa 2020. It was a different kind of hectic, but Casey had lived his entire life in chaos.

Instead of dodging missiles, he was dodging taxi cabs.

Instead of wild krang dogs, there were people walking a dozen angry chihuahuas and poodles and dobermans to earn money.

Instead of corpses laid to waste on the ground, there were a few homeless people sleeping in cardboard boxes.

Differences with small similarities.

The biggest difference was the turtles. Sensei Leonardo was no longer a tall and hulking king of the apocalypse with a robot arm who took no slack from anyone or anything -- he was now an ego-stripped teenager with a knee that had been so twisted up that it counted as a physical condition and they could qualify for disabled parking with the tank. Master Michelangelo was no longer someone who looked older than time and could create lavish magic spells with a flip of his hand, but an untrained child with an unbridled adoration for drawing and reality cooking shows. Uncle Tello was not the cybernetic scientist in overalls with a hundred extra technological advancements, but a nerdy teenager with 'secret' plans for anarchy against the US government. Raphael... well... Casey couldn't remember Raph firsthand. There were some photographs and video recordings of him, a few stories passed down, but the big red giant had been killed in action a few years after Casey Jr was born.

But this time period -- er, the past was still nice. It was crazy how many people he recognized. Baron Draxum, Commander O'Neil, Master Splinter, Todd 'The Sasquatch' Capybara, Big Mama... Casey would just be walking down the street and he'd see a couple with a child, and he'd realize the kid was one of the medics that helped him when he'd broken his leg. He would be buying pizza and the cashier was one of Uncle Tello's tech apprentices. In the Hidden City, an octopus Yokai would offer to sell him some mystic potion and Casey would recall they were one of the cooks in the mess hall who always gave him extra portions to help him grow, even when rations were low.

Casey reached the end of memory lane when he found the grocery store he'd been looking for. He casually walked inside just as a few unnoticed flakes of white began to fall from the sky above him.

"Hello, and welcome to the Stock & Shop!" an older woman greeted. "Holler if you need anything!"

Casey nodded with a smile as he started to gather everything on the list.

Chicken soup: got it.

New batteries for the remote: donezo.

Flaming-hot chips: three bags procured.

Four different brands of soda: orange blast for Mikey, sugar-free cola for Raph, flavourless juice for Donnie, and diet blueberry bubble waters for Leo. Check.

Popcorn for movie nights: not yet.

The popcorn in question was placed on a hard-to-reach shelf high above him. Of course, this one particular brand that Mikey so desperately needed was at the very top. As Casey was reached up for the requested snack, a voice chimed in behind him.

"Better hurry, there's supposed to be a wicked snowstorm tonight!"

Casey jumped back, startled by the sudden sound. He looked down and saw a short, scrawny kid with a comparatively huge head looking up at him.

"Oh, hey. You look familiar...?"

"This is my parent's store, I work here all the time. Or maybe you've seen my videos? My channel? STOCKBOii?? Cybersleuth??"

"Stockboy? As in Baxter Stockboy?" Casey wondered, his eyes widening as the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Yeah! You've heard of me?" the child asked excitedly.

"Kind of," Casey replied, not exactly sure how to explain that Baxter had worked as one of Donatello's apprentices to create warships and mechas during the golden age of the Resistance, despite Sensei's reluctance. "I heard about the whole 'Mutant Menace' fiasco."

Baxter groaned loudly.

"Uggggh, that whole thing. My parents still won't let me leave the house unsupervised. It's ridiculous! One mass panic and riot instigation, and they turn on me! At least the judge agreed to let me work off community service in the store..."

Casey smirked just a little.

"Hmm. Anyway, you said something about a snowstorm?"

"Oh, right. The weather report says it might get up to two inches."

"What might get up to two inches?"

"Um... the snow? Look, it's started snowing already!"

Baxter Stockboy pointed out towards the front entrance. A small sprinkling of white could just barely be visible beyond the glass.

"Oh," Casey shrugged. "Doesn't look too bad."

"You say that now, but it's supposed to get below 30º Farenheit!"

"Oh. That is kinda cold," Casey agreed. "...But I'm sure it'll be okay."

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Ten minutes had passed.

Raphael received a notification from the weather app, informing that the previously predicted 'heavy snowfall' was now a full-blown snowstorm.

That probably wasn't good. But it wasn't terrible, either. Just some snow.

"Boys, it looks like tomorrow is another snow day!" he announced to the rest of the Hamatos.

From various rooms in the lair, Raph heard them shout in excitement.

"Yes!"

"Alright!"

"Snow day, hooRAY, baby!"

Raph smiled. He couldn't wait to introduce Casey to his first snowfall...

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Casey had finally gotten all the items on the list and was preparing to check-out, when an announcement went over the loudspeakers.

"Attention shoppers -- we encourage all patrons to finish up their errands, as we will be closing soon due to the weather. Thank you."

Huh. They sure were getting all riled up over this 'snow' stuff. Casey had witnessed a few storms before in the months prior, but it was never too bad. Thunderstorms were freaking terrifying, but only because they were loud and Casey's first thought was always that an air attack was happening. But he loved watching lightning. It reminded him of a few magic spells Master Michelangelo had performed on occasion...

Casey finished up the last of his errand and purchased the items. He needed a little help when trying to decide on paper or plastic, and for a moment he forgot the pin number for the card Splinter had given him, but other than that all had gone well.

He stepped out of the store, the glass doors sliding past him gracefully.

And he was greeted by a harsh blast of cold. It almost knocked him over, the icy wind biting his face so much he dropped the bags of groceries in order to cover his face with his regrettably un-mittened hands.

Okay. He was starting to see what people meant now. He hurriedly pulled his mittens on and scrambled to cover as much of his head as he could with his hat and earmuffs.

It had been cold these past few months, sure, but not like THIS! This was arctic.

And what's more, the sky was raining ash. That only ever happened when Uncle Tello sent missiles to blow the Krang vessels to kingdom come. So why was no one terrified, or hiding? Besides, there were no more Krang ships to incinerate. So then, what was...?

Casey happened to glance to the side and saw a kid sticking their tongue out. Their parents did the same. They caught a few of the flakes on the tips of their tongues, laughing as they shivered. Casey watched in wonder. He held a hand out. A single fleck of white flittered down to his palm, delicately touching down onto him, and melting upon impact with the glove. Casey was gently bewildered. He looked up at the sky. The heavens above were masked over with clouds of grey, hiding the universe from him, guarding him from the wonders he couldn't understand or comprehend. And yet, the universe deemed this wonder fit for him to comprehend?

Casey's mouth hung open as he gazed at the sky, confused. Snowflakes fell against his cheeks, his eyelashes, his lips, his chin. He stuck out his tongue and closed his eyes. It took a few minutes, but finally he felt one land and melt in his mouth.

...Underwhelming, if he was honest.

It was just water. He kind of expected a flavour.

The wind suddenly whipped against him. It had calmed for the brief moments that Casey stood there, but now was circling back in full fury. Casey gasped at the fierce chill, bundling himself up more and more before gathering the supplies and shuffling back to the lair. The wind swirling around him, the snow raining down with a vengefulness.

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Twenty minutes had passed.

Raph had started to feel like he was forgetting something. He wasn't sure what, though...

Donnie had re-fortified the lair and central heating system, so now it would stay extra cozy despite the freezing temperatures outside. You could hear the wind start to roar if you went to the exterior tunnels and big exit door.

Raph remembered how in the early years when they were all teeny tiny turtle tots, Splinter had them all stay in the same room to conserve heat. He'd set up tons of heat lamps and space-warmers, bundle each one in extra-fuzzy blankets... Looking back, he could clearly see the panic that Splinter would be hiding at the idea that maybe they could all freeze to death if they weren't careful, or maybe that the power would go out when they weren't expecting it and he'd only have a few minutes to come up with a plan before hypothermia could creep in like a ghost. It was probably extra terrifying considering that they had minor cases of brumation when it got way too cold. They got better at combating it, wearing warm clothes to help stay warm. And it helped that they also had some minor mammalian DNA too, meaning that they had to be utterly and agonisingly cold for brumation to actually take effect.

Still. Raphael had mad respect for Splinter now. He'd kept his cool and kept his calm, never once displaying the fear that probably filled his mind day in and day out. Raph wished he knew how to do that...

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Was Casey even going the right way?? He couldn't tell anymore.

The downpour of snow particles was starting to get so heavy that Casey couldn't even see ten feet in front of him, even with his mask on. Constantly blinded, he relied mostly on the lights from cars or neon signs to help guide him down the sidewalk. He couldn't remember the last time something like this had happened...

Maybe... during the dust storm incident. Sensei and Casey were in a losing battle against the Krang one day and in a sheer panic, Leonardo portaled them away and into some random place far, far away. Leonardo had initially assumed it was some inhospitable desert in the middle east or something, based on how much sand and wind there was. But after a quick look at the tracking device Donatello had installed, they realized that it was actually just New Mexico. Or, what was left of it. Sensei Leonardo had sent them right smack-dab in the middle of a dust storm, where the drought-riddled land had become so dry that the wind created massive walls of dirt and dust that engulfed everything. It could suffocate you, dehydrate you, blind you, etc. The might've died if Leonardo hadn't thought quickly and found a shelter for them to hide out in. He'd dropped one of his swords during the storm, so the two were forced to wait it out. Sensei Leonardo never did find that other sword. He'd had to create a new one with his ninpo.

Anyway, this snowstorm felt like the exact opposite of the dust storm.

Rather than hot and dry, this was cold and wet. But the stabbing sensations of small things constantly flying into you was the same. The wind that threatened to carry you away was the same. The loneliness was the same.

Casey was convinced that he'd gotten turned around somehow... He wasn't sure where he was.

Forget being able to see ten feet away, he could barely see his own hands in the storm!

This was not good. Casey reached up, feeling around his mask for a specific button that would activate a distress beacon. He'd modified it so that Donnie's tech could receive the call, and hopefully it would go through. But if the storm was as severe as it felt, then it was possible that the lines would be down and the lair's internet access and phone lines wouldn't get the message.

Casey found the button. He'd have to hope that they'd get the signal.

He pressed it, and then pressed on, hoping that he could find his way home on his own...

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Thirty minutes.

The lair was starting to get terribly frigid. Raph waltzed into the kitchen, shuddering from the chill as he did, hoping that maybe Mikey would start making something hot to eat and that in turn would warm up the kitchen. He only found Leo in there, swirling a mug of hot cocoa that he'd heated up.

"Brr-rr-rr, it's cold! I thought Donnie fixed the heat?"

"He did, but it's still pretty frigid," Leo sighed. "I'm starting to get worried..."

"You think the power might go out?" Raph asked.

"No, I'm wondering where Casey is."

Casey?

OH SHOOT, CASEY.

"Raph completely forgot that Casey was out!" Raph screamed, hands flying through the air. "I thought he came back fifteen minutes ago! You mean he's still out there?!"

"Relax, it's just snowing. Not that big of a deal," Leo said as he took a long sip of cocoa from his mug.

"Leo, you do realize that Casey's never seen snow before?!" Raph reminded him. "And this ain't no ordinary gentle snowfall, this is practically a blizzard!"

Raph huffed angrily before rushing to the lair entrance. He grabbed a coat, some galoshes, a scarf, gloves, snowpants -- the whole shebang. Leo followed casually, sipping his cocoa gently as he walked after him.

"Where'ya goin'?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm goin' after Casey, of course!" Raph yelled.

"Do you know where he is?"

"I got him right here on the little tracker thingy."

Raph held out his phone to display to Leo the small signal coming in from Casey Jr's mask.

"Mhm," Leo hummed. "Okay. Well, when you get back, maybe bring home a pizza too."

"Leo, can you be serious about this?!"

"Okay, fine. When you find him, call me and I'll portal the two of you home. Okay?" Leo suggested. "No sense trudging through the cold back and forth."

"Great, thanks," Raph grumbled before running out the door, pulling his collar up to prepare for the wind and wet.

Raphael ducked out. Down the corridors, up a ladder to the top of the street. He pushed the manhole cover aside with ease. He was instantly met with a barrage of wind and ice, the snow and slush that had been atop the cover sliding down and splashing onto his face.

Raph sputtered softly, wiping his face off before heading into the fray...

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Casey was huddled against something. A wall, a stone, a tree, a car -- he could hardly tell. It was so cold, his skin felt like it was peeling off. His eyes stung from the wind, his feet ached from the chill, his arms hurt from the cold and from carrying all the groceries with him this whole time. The straps on the plastic bags were digging into his arms, cutting off his circulation. It was so windy and loud, he couldn't hear the traffic of the city anymore. His jacket was coated in white.

He'd hoped that he could shield himself with whatever he was leaning against, but the wind came from all sides.

It was terrifying. Being alone. He hadn't felt alone like this in so long...

He remembered sitting alone, like this, long ago...

The wind whipping around, the sky dark, the battlefield torn and scarred, white flakes of ash raining down from above. It was cold that day, too. Casey couldn't be older than four years old at the time.

The ground was covered in grey and white from all the ash and cinder. Casey was covered in the powdery residue himself, his face white as a sheet, his messy and greasy hair holding in the flakes and embers from the explosion that had decimated the world around him.

But the worst was the silence that followed. Nothingness. Loneliness. Agony.

Casey started crying. Four years old, having watched the world end, having seen his mother die, and so many of her comrades, and only to be left alone and scared? Of course he was crying.

In the distance, a figure began to move. Casey gasped, trying to cover his mouth and keep silent as the looming creature lumbered towards him. The monster was huge, it must be a krang mecha or --

"Casey?"

He recognized that voice. It wasn't Sensei, but it was just as comforting.

"Casey, where you? Casey!"

The child meant to answer. But his voice was lost in his own throat.

"Casey! I see you! I'm coming, kid, I'm coming!"

Casey reached out for the Red Giant to take him home... The silhouette of his figure in the smoke and smog that surrounded them...

But as the figure stepped through the fog, it wasn't a red giant.

"Casey! There you are!! I was so worried, what happened?!"

Casey Jones Jr was taken back to the present moment, and stared at Raph in shock.

"R-Raph..?"

"Geez, Case, you look frozen solid! Are you okay?"

Casey nodded softly, getting back up on his feet as Raph gave him a hand.

"I'm fine," he whispered. "It... it, uh, started snowing."

"Yeah, I see that," Raph chuckled. "Sorry, we had no idea it would get so bad."

"It... it's okay," Casey responds quietly. "How did you find me?"

"Well the snow's dying down a bit, so it ain't as hard to see," Raph mentioned as he pointed up. Casey did notice that during his anxiety attack, the wind has calmed a bit more and the downpour of frozen particles was much gentler. "Besides, the tracker helped. Although, I am curious how you managed to get all the way into Central Park?"

"Wha-huh?" Casey gaped, turning around and examining the area.

He had been huddled against a tree trunk, and a few feet off in the distance was a playground. Ahead of him was the cityscape, behind him the rest of the wooded little area.

"Wow. I didn't realize that I came this far..."

Raph chuckled as he grabbed the groceries from the ground.

"So, you ready to get home? All I gotta do is call Leo and we can be back in the lair with some hot chocolate!"

Casey glimpsed at the park behind them. It was... actually quite lovely.

It was a magical world, sparkling and quiet. Undisturbed. Serene.

Raph noticed Casey's stare and looked back at the scene, smiling knowingly.

"It sure it pretty, ain't it?"

"...It's peace," Casey awed. "It's absolute peace. This... I've never seen anything like it before."

Raph took in a deep breath, inhaling the peace with gratitude for a world that could give you something so gorgeous after something so terrible.

"Yeah. It's really beautiful. Tell ya what, the guys can wait for a bit. Want me to show you around the Winter Wonderland for a bit?"

Casey nodded with a dumbfounded smile on his face.

The two walked out into the park together, enjoying the peace that they both had fought tooth and nail for.

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j0kers-light · 1 year ago

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what if reader was a pop star?...... maybe they meet because j was planning on terrorizing one of her concerts, but maybe j is captivated by her so he scraps his plans that night. and maybe he would start stalking her socials / start showing at any shows or interviews she has? maybe this is ooc but i was kinda imagining a little but of a obsessed/stalker j. but you can write whatever, i'll like it no matter what 😌 and i hope you have a great day/night!

His Lighthouse: Judge the Cover (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Judge the Cover- Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!!! I gotta admit, I love a stalker!Joker concept! This is the first out of three stalker asks that I have in the inbox! I didn't see Joker being obsessed with a pop icon so I did change your request around to fit the narrative! I hope you enjoy anon, if not let me know and I'll try again!

Just pretend that I'm not on break.... here's a oneshot! Now I'm seriously off and taking a break (narrator: Chaos is lying) from writing and giving myself some detox me time! Love you all and enjoy the story! Watch someone asks for a part two 🥴🤭🏃🏾‍♀️

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You took the world by storm overnight. A video of you singing a song you wrote went viral and it subsequently launched your music career. People were amazed at the vocals you possessed, and they couldn’t get enough.

They also fell in love with the whole teenage pop star image you had going on. It had been decades since the industry had a star of your magnitude, so naturally the press went wild. Your sweet almost angelic demeanor played a huge part feeding their appetite.

It was the reason why Joker (at first), despised you. He hated people like you and what you represented.

So naïve, all smiles and sunshine ignoring the cruel reality of the world.

Your PR coverage was over the top and Joker was forced to see you everywhere. From launching your new album, to being the face of a popular makeup brand, the same that carried his favorite lipstick mind you! You even cameoed in various tv commercials and attended award shows to gain publicity.

At this rate you were in the running to win Best New Artist of the Year.

Hearing your name was unavoidable yet oddly enough, Joker had yet to hear your music in its entirety. He couldn’t stand another second of you to bother finding it on his own.

For all intent purposes you made yourself an easy target with the thousands of fans you had attracted. It was almost concerning just how many you accumulated in such a short amount of time. It didn’t matter; the more the merrier.

Joker immediately set his sights on sabotaging your biggest show happening right here in Gotham City.

He tuned in to watch your interview where you promoted your upcoming tour. As always, you were adorned in white, like an angel and smiling wide.

“Yeah! I’m like super excited! Honestly, it really doesn’t matter how old you are. I just want everyone to come out and enjoy themselves in the music, and.. yeah!”

Joker wanted to kill himself after hearing you babble on and on. Did you even answer the interviewer’s question?

In Joker’s eyes, you were just a dumb teen desperately wanting to be famous. From your bimbo demeanor to the crisp white you always wore, you were asking for this to happen. Joker would have fun watching the horror he planned to create, drive you insane.

You waved (with both hands like some idiot) at the camera as the tv reporter wrapped up the segment.

“Well, you heard it here first! Y/n will be kicking off her world tour starting here in Gotham City. Tickets are on sale now!”

They played a snippet of one of your songs as your album cover appeared on screen. Joker missed it when he turned around to address his goons, although he heard the cringe worthy sound that you called music.

It sounded like something retail stores played on repeat. Good thing he never listened to your garbage.

“Is everything ready for our own uh per-form-ance?” Joker asked. He eyed the other three men at the table.

One looked positively bored, while the other two kept themselves busy on their phones.

“Yeah, but are you sure you wanna target a concert? It's not really your style.” Mac mentioned while texting their explosives handler for the goods.

If Joker wanted to blow up a stadium, they needed a big shipment of TNT.

Neo looked up from his own device, “I agree with pretty boy here. S’not much mayhem to cause at a concert, Boss.”

He chuckled hearing Mac’s grumbled ‘F__k you.’ No doubt they would’ve bantered back and forth if Frost didn’t intervene. He hit both men upside their heads before speaking up.

“If J wants to go then we’re going. Mac, have the explosives ready and you,” he pointed at Neo. “Score us some tickets.”

“How the f__k you think I’m getting us four tickets?!” Neo shouted. Couldn’t they just sneak in for free?

Mac cut him off with a wave. “Just smash the ticket manager or something like you normally do. Ooh I want backstage passes!! I heard Y/n’s groupies get perks if you know what I mean.”

The two of them were at it again but Joker paid them little mind. His focus was on perfecting the chaos he would bring to your show.

The time had come to kick off your world tour. You were super excited having completed promo after promo in person and even more online. It was time for your hard work to be recognized.

You wanted each concert to be over the top and nearly identical to your music videos. Your team worked tirelessly to craft the perfect show that would showcase it all.

From small props to special effects, just about anything was at your disposal to make this tour legendary and for a good reason. This was your first album, Judge the Cover, and you had high expectations to exceed.

You weren’t some one hit wonder. You were ready to stamp your mark on the music industry.

You wasted enough time shaking off your pre-show jitters. You nodded at your crew. It was showtime.

The entire stadium was pitch black; it was a miracle everyone found their designated area without injury. Neo pulled through and got Frost, Mac, and Joker perfect advantage seating within the crowd. If everything went according to plan, there would be no need for backstage passes.

The stadium would be reduced to rubble in the next hour.

Joker and his crew communicated through earpieces and waited for the show to begin and ultimately, end in disaster.

Suddenly a lone spotlight cut through the darkness and shined down on you. You were walking in wearing a custom white number that revealed your legs and the sky-high heels that you wore. Joker didn’t understand how you walked so casually in the tall platforms, but you perfected the skill and made it look easy.

You stopped mid stage and the spotlight caught on your diamond stockings, making them sparkle. You were lost in the moment, humming to yourself and pretending that there weren’t thousands of people watching your every move.

The soft hums sounded like an angel on earth and the crazy part, you weren’t even trying to sound good. For all Joker knew, you were just warming up. It didn’t make any sense to him how angelic your voice sounded.

Apparently, the humming meant something because the crowd went wild in anticipation. A backup dancer appeared out of nowhere and offered you a hand-held mirror.

“Thank you!” You said in a dramatic falsetto.

You admired yourself in the mirror, turning it this way and that, as if this was the first time you saw yourself.

Joker however wanted to kill himself. Was his plan worth all the hassle if he had to sit through this crap? He wanted to skip the annoying music part and start murdering people! Was that too much to ask for?

Frost and the others had already blocked the exits; they were just waiting for Joker’s signal. They had to be out of there before J hit the detonator. Finally, you gasped at your reflection and started singing. It was gonna be a long concert just by hearing the intro.

“There’s no sweeter feeling than the one you gave me last night.”

It was classic pop music. Fun and catchy but it didn’t leave a lasting impression on the listener. Nonetheless you continued.

“I’m openly believin’ that you’ll love me just right.” You posed for the crowd at the exact moment all the sound in the stadium ceased.

Joker was confused since the crowd went deathly quiet too. What was going on?

He was even more puzzled when you resumed singing acapella. He could tell something was off here. You sounded completely different.

Now that he thought about it, he’d never heard your music before; just the snippets played from your promo interviews, and it was always this lovey dovey crap that made him turn it off.

He was in for a surprise.

“All is well in love n’ sex but babyyyy I wanna tear apart your flesh!” You screamed out the lyrics and smashed the handheld mirror.

The glass breaking was the cue for heavy drums and guitars to back up your vocals as you performed your opening song with haunting clarity. He was not expecting that. What happened to your catchy pop music? Did he crash the wrong show?

He didn’t take his eyes off you as he spoke into the earpiece, “Uhhh, are we at the errr right Y/n concert?”

Mac was the one who answered. “Yeah? There’s only one Y/n I know of with those sets of pipes.”

Joker was then reminded of your album’s title, Judge the Cover. It all made sense now. Wow he was an idiot.

He was in utter disbelief. He completely misjudged your character.

You weren’t a teen idol for wannabe it girls. You were a fallen angel singing ballads of carnage and depravity. He was taken back by your dark lyrics, but he slowly became utterly obsessed.

You paired your ethereal voice with chilling lyrics all to create an outlet for wayward souls to woo their forlorn lovers with.

Joker wasn’t in shock; he was mesmerized, and he wasn’t alone.

You captivated your audience with each bell ringing note and you used the stage like a personal runway. Your dress billowed behind you like pseudo wings and sold the pure image you carefully crafted. Never judge a book by its cover. Good girls are into dark things too.

Sometime during the performance, a dancer passed you a bejeweled mic and you wielded it like the powerful sword it was.

The white stage lights turned bright red while fog and sparklers erupted in tune to your song selection. It was a complete 180 from your PG intro.

Joker honestly forgot he was here to cause mayhem. You caused enough all on your own.

He tuned out Frost yelling in his ear about the missed signal to watch you crawl on your hands and knees further down the stage. Your voice took on a desperate wail as you reached out to your fans in the front row, “Baby don’t fall for meeeeeeee!”

They screamed along to your song and freaked out at the mere brush of your hand against theirs.

Only your whisper-like voice was heard in the stadium. “I’ll breathe in your love; I’ll cherish it so! I’ll make d__n sure you’ll go out slooooow....” You hushed to the crowd.

Your fans were screaming their hearts out when they saw your lead guitarist emerge from the dense fog. Everyone waited with bated breath for the upcoming guitar solo. The rent was due and they knew Jason would deliver.

Joker was not jealous of the chemistry you had with your guitarist, but when you singled out a fan in the crowd and devoted your attention on him, Joker was seething.

Your mic picked up his heavy breathing with how close you were, and the fan looked ready to pass out when you caressed his cheek.

“You know who I am! You know how this goes, you know you want this, trust me, I know you know you know! Soooo!!! Give in.... give innn... baby pleaseeee. C’mon accept it n’ give in! Give in! Give in!”

Jason played the most sickest guitar solo that Joker ever heard as you sang in the background— your voice literally sounded like a whistle; it was so high.

You were letting the audience’s energy feed your live vocals and it was the perfect blend of sultry and divine. Avid fans fell in love with this live version over the studio’s, it sounded so good!

The haunted ballad faded into a transitional mashup of your songs and you pushed your fan away as if you didn’t make him cum in his pants. His favorite artist serenaded and practically begged him to give into temptation! The poor guy fainted into his friend’s arms, but you were already halfway across the stage to care.

More controlled fireworks went off as you and your dancers moved into position.

“F__k the censorship ban! Gotham City make some noise!!” You said to hype up your fans.

All it took was the first notes of the song to play and everyone went wild. Joker was shocked when you giggled into the mic, “He’s every woman’s man!”

The lights flickered dramatically as a woman moaning played through the speakers. You were heavy on visuals and die-hard fans went insane, knowing what song was queuing up.

Your dancers moved in a circle around you to cover up the quick dress change you were undergoing.

Scenes from your music video played on the big screens to distract the audience. When you emerged, Joker’s eyes widened at your outfit.

Your corset dress was cinched tight, and you looked every bit like a Barbie doll just wrapped up in crime scene tape. How you were able to breathe was a sheer miracle. “Back by popular demand! Use... me.... up!”

A few dancers felt you up as the stage was set ablaze to your most controversial song. It was the first time many in the crowd heard the track after it was banned and taken off the air for its highly inappropriate lyrics.

It didn’t bother Joker; he simply couldn’t look away from you. Screw bombing the arena. He didn’t care that you changed his plans. You were a sweet vixen; a walking contradiction that he needed to understand.

He had to spare you and see what else you could bring to the table.

And so, his obsession began.

A week after your kickoff concert, you were interviewed by a popular radio host. Gone was your dark angel alter-ego. You were back to your bubbly self, sucking on a lollipop.

“Welcome to Metropolis, Y/n! I wanna jump right in. There are reports that there were bombs! Live explosives at your concert the other day in Gotham. Did you know anything about that?”

Joker was already tuned in and listening, but he leaned in further to gauge your reaction. He took up watch every interview you had (past and current) to learn more about you. He was dying to know which version of you was the real one.

He followed all your socials and even bought fan merch while at your concert, much to Frost’s dismay.

They had one job: blowing up the stadium! Not becoming captivated by your performance and sparing the lives inside. And Frost didn’t expect his Boss to follow you across the country on tour either.

Joker said he was checking up on his strongholds in other cities but it was all an excuse to see you perform. He had yet to miss a tour stop.

You brought out something unhealthy in the clown.

Joker found himself changing all of his plans after watching you sing. He needed to seemore of you. Thankfully, you were big on sharing way too much information online.

Joker found out that you were older than he originally thought. You had been singing since you were little, and Judge the Cover was your first professional album, but you had more singles/EPs sprinkled throughout the years that led up to your fame.

He fell in love with your album cover. It was heavily inspired by The Two Cherubs at the bottom of the art piece, Sistine Madonna. Your hands were coated in blood as you stared up into the clouds. It was an ingenious double meaning.

Joker thought you were a visionary, a master in your prime. He had to meet you and pick apart your brain.

Either willingly or by force with fatal consequences.

You finally answered the host’s question with a squeal, “Omg no! That was so not planned! But it’s a bummer really. We were all having fun, blissfully unaware death could’ve taken us any minute. Now I kinda wish they did go off.”

You smiled wide, scaring the interviewer who wisely moved onto the next question.

Joker was enthralled that you liked his botched explosion plot.

You wished that the bombs went off! Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect, you go and flatter his work! Now that he knew you possessed a dark mind, he began to ponder other alternatives rather than murdering you.

Maybe he could sabotage your next show for real this time. Or maybe sneak backstage and surprise you in person? He was dying to see you face to face. You had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and the kindest eyes.

Joker felt the need to protect you. Like for starters, from this radio show host.

“Some might say your entire album is controversial. After all, most of the songs are heavily censored with more beeps heard than actual music. Does that impact your ability to perform in anyway?” He asked.

You didn’t like the question and for a while, you just stared at the host in silence. He was about to repeat the question when you removed your sucker and sighed.

“Honestly, it doesn’t make any sense to me. Other artists can sing about sex and twerk on stage but when I do it! Fully clothed, mind you, it’s a problem! But whatever. Do you think I should be censored, Zack?”

Your tongue swirled around your cherry sucker and the reporter cleared his throat, watching you intensely.

He tried to reply but your actions were making that feat impossible. To make matters worse, you batted your lashes before you sucked the lollipop back into your mouth. It was a display of innocent seduction.

Joker and the host were hypnotized. “I uh.. ahem. But your lyrics aren’t about se..” Zack uttered.

You cut him off with an eye roll, “Ugh if it’s a problem, I’ll pay any fine sent my way! I won’t let some dumb censorship stop me from performing my passion. Like, my fans have no problem with my lyrics!”

You unintentionally leaned forward to scratch your ankle, but it gave Zack and the audience full access to your cleavage.

“I don’t get how I’m the bad guy. I mean, look at me!” You pouted.

“Oh I’m lookin’…” Zack mumbled. He cleared his throat and focused the rest of the interview promoting your tour with its upcoming show here in Metropolis and your remaining stops.

All in all, it was a successful interview that showcased your sweet (and unpredictable) personality. You were blowing kisses at the camera as the radio played your stark contrasting music.

You were a completely different person than from a few nights ago. Joker was one hundred percent enamored. Your stage presence was a force to be reckoned with and it was locked away behind a sugary sweet demeanor.

You had to be a paradox or at least a rare case of a split personality disorder. He loved every bit of you regardless.

Joker was curious about this censored music of yours and searched for your official website. He had to sign in to confirm his age to access it. He used Neo’s login, and it welcomed J back to the home page. It seemed like everyone was secretly a fan of yours.

Joker clicked on your album’s play now button. He was shocked to see your talents went far beyond just singing.

You were an excellent director with your music videos being visual masterpieces. He got around to the censored content and arched an eyebrow at the lyrics common folk couldn’t seem to appreciate.

Okay... most of it was dark but nothing to freak out over.

Your tastes were alternative, but it wasn’t worth the huge censor advisory and media bans you were subjected to. He should pay a visit to the record label and have a little talk..

Joker didn’t see the issue until halfway through the video you were seen writhing on a bed in pleasure. Now that was unexpected.

Even if it was fake, (it wasn’t) you looked gorgeous on your back. You sang to the camera while an actor proceeded to thrust into you.

‘Ha ha ha! Jokes on you! I want him badly and secretly so do you!’

The lyrics wouldn’t have caught Joker’s attention if not for the fact that the actor had green hair (the same shade as his), and the way you sang “Ha ha ha” was identical to his own laugh.

It couldn’t be a coincidence. Suddenly, Joker’s obsession with you was justified. You had a crush on him.

Interesting.

The rest of the song played on as background noise as Joker’s phone went off. It was a notification from your social media page that he subscribed to.

You made a new post.

‘Blah blah blah legal tape blah! Good news, I can sing Love Thine Villains on tour now!! We already have the choreography somewhat worked out. Any suggestions? Halp!’

Two seconds later, you posted a video. Joker never clicked on a link so fast. He was an addict when it came to you, he had no shame about it.

You were shown at rehearsal with your band mates. Joker smirked at the casual attire you wore. It was still your signature all white, but the cropped graphic tee and yoga pants served you well. However, he noticed that you were rather short without your heels on.

You and some back up dancers were gathered around trying to work out a dance routine for the newly added song.

“I was thinking a step step turn, and.... bend.”

One of your dancers did just that and it allowed for a male dancer to come up behind her, holding tightly onto her hips. Her hands were flat against the floor, and it made quite the suggestive sight.

Another dancer nodded and did the exact same dance routine with her partner, but you weren’t fairing so well. “Ugh! I can’t sing in this position...” You groaned.

Everyone in the room laughed hearing you wheeze into the mic until the camera violently spun towards your lead guitarist, Jason.

“You didn’t have a problem crying out last night, Y/n. Need some help baby?” He came over to offer you a hand.

More laughter was heard when you refused his help and fell. “Shut up Jason!”

Joker’s right eye was twitching by the end of the video. Was it said in a joking manner or were you actually in a romantic relationship with your guitarist?

Joker had no problem killing the guy but then your tour would be ruined, and he didn’t want to upset you. He had to find out before he started killing your band mates left and right.

Within seconds Joker was on social media, hunting for evidence.

You and Jason were inseparable and took photos frequently while on tour, but Joker dug a bit deeper and found a private post of the guitarist sucking faces with some blonde that dated back a few months ago.

In a sea of comments, he found yours. ‘Eww like too much PDA bro.’

Some fans also put Joker’s suspicions to rest with side comments if their own.

‘Y/n is so tired of Jason’s foolery so tiied’

‘Sibling love at its best <;3’

It was the green light for Joker to spare the musician’s life and focus his sights back on you. You were heading to Star City in two weeks and what better time to stop by and say hello than your last stateside concert?

Mac sighed into the comms, “Soooo we’re not blowing up the arena... right? We can enjoy the show?”

The four men were again at your concert only this time not with the intention of sabotaging it. Frost wished to be anywhere but here, yet he used the opportunity to bring his daughter Genesis since she was a huge fan of yours.

They settled in comfortably in the front row.

Mac was totally confused on the night’s agenda and roamed the sections to spend his time. Neo was last seen flirting with one of your dancers near backstage.

And speaking of, The Clown Prince had already snuck through and flooded your dressing room with good luck flowers. J hoped you had time to see them.

There was so much commotion going on backstage, he doubted you had the time. Something was going on that caused the show to be delayed but you couldn’t tell from the lively atmosphere in the crowd.

After a while, the spotlights followed you walking on stage and much to Joker’s delight, you were carrying a large bouquet of roses with you.

The crowd burst into cheers at the sight.

“Nahhhhh but like?” You held up the roses for the arena’s drone camera to capture. “They’re so pretty! I love roses but I think everyone knows that already.. If you can’t already tell, I’m distracting y’all with a lil chitty chat. Yeah. Imma keep it real. We’re having technical issues because Star City’s electrical grid is s__t!”

It didn’t matter that they were waiting for over forty-five minutes. Everyone respected you as a person and your honesty regarding the situation.

You shifted the roses over onto your hip and walked further down the stage.

“Like? We did a final sound test last night but ugh! I dunno if there’s a bad fuse or maybe the Karens who banned my music is out to get me..”

You rolled your eyes, and someone whistled in the crowd.

“Y’all saw the post! They don’t want me to perform this new set! F__k that! We got a fire lineup for y’all once when get straightened out. Gonna spice it up to make up for the wait ya feel me? Jason’s gonna be shirtless.. I’m singing better than everrrrrrr and... ow.”

You yelped and Joker’s heart sank to his stomach at the sound. Were you okay? Did someone hurt you when he wasn’t looking?

Someone close to the stage shouted and got your attention. The bouquet of roses still had thorns on them and it tore through your dress, slashing your stomach.

The stage lights highlighted the rapidly spreading blood being soaked up by your white attire. It looked worse than it really was.

“Oh that’s so metal! My roses cut me!” You laughed and waved off medical that was rushing to your aid.

“I swear whoever left these in my room is mad romantic! That letter? The level of passion? I gotta a secret admirer y’all and he’s so sweet! OOH! I know how we can kill some time!”

Joker was trying to calm his racing heart. You read his letter? You.. you thought he of all people was sweet? Was this a dream?

You called for your band mate to come on stage. “Hey Jason! Get you’re a** out here! I wanna sing something off the dome.”

Nope, this was a nightmare. Joker hated your guitarist with a passion. The guy was too flirtatious with you to be just friends.

Your fans instantly burst into hysterics as your friend emerged, (as promised) shirtless with his guitar. Jason kissed your cheek and spoke into your mic. “Your bleeding babe.”

You scoffed and noticed his chest was oily. “Bruh what is this? Baby oil? Boy if you don’t get yo… just gimme a chord. I wanna sing something while tech gets us back online.”

He flashed you a cocky smirk. “You know like it, angel.” He fiddled with his guitar strings.

Joker hated when he called you angel even though it was your moniker. It was an honorific not something to be said so casually! You were an angel in Joker’s eyes, and you deserved more respect!

You and Jason locked eyes and started nodding at the same time when he strummed out a moody RnB beat. “This good?” Jason asked you.

You nodded, “Yeah, like that.” You hummed along to find a good key. It was the only warning your fans received before an impromptu concert began.

“Hm.. ayyy okay. Roses and thorns hurt the hardest when they’re given unofficially. I wish the lover I have locked away so privily, would just come forward and give what I crave so unabashedly... or unequivocally, baby please. Huh. I wish I had his love.”

You let the word love float throughout the stadium, straight into Joker’s ears. He froze like a statue in the balcony section as Mac and Neo hooped and hollered in his ear.

“Ahh!! She got the hots for ya boss!!”

“D__n, she can sing! Bag her boss! Immediately!”

Frost put an end to their rowdy chatter. “Shut up! She ain’t done.”

By then, your drummer and bassist joined in on the jam session.

Your fans were in awe of the raw talent and waved their lit cell phones in a sea of lights. Who needed all the bells and whistles of a concert when this makeshift tiny desk show was everything and more?

Someone had a hold on you and those unrequited feelings were crawling out of your chest. As luck would have it, your admirer was present and avidly watching this all unfold.

Your bouquet of roses was squeezed tighter to your side, aggravating your wound and more blood seeped into your dress.

You came back on the mic with a guttural groan felt by all.

“Cuz I can’t feel no pain when our lovin’ ain’t front page! Don’tcha see? You mean the world to me, but you remain hidden and tucked away in exclusively. I ain’t right to hide this spark of electricity— so I plead. Please come forward. I promise baby I won’t scorn ya.. I don’t care bout the scars that adorn ya.. but ya gotta come on forward. I swear to do us right after we’re in the light.... but baby I plead.”

Tears were running down your cheek as you lifted the bundle of roses towards the spotlight overhead.

Little did you know, you were locking eyes with Joker hidden in the shadows. His eyes were wide like saucers.

“These roses and thorns hurt the hardest when you don’t conform, to the promises you wrote to me in the dark, yeah, you’ll see. Can I plead? Baby, take these thorns away from me! Baby take the pain you wrought on meeeee and we’ll be..”

Just then, you heard the set manager give the all clear through your earpiece. The show was back on.

“Aight that’s it, that’s it.” You waved off the hype from the crowd.

Jason nodded to the others to wrap up the impromptu beat. With a final solemn note, the song was over.

The crowd lost their minds and rightfully so. How did you do that on the spot?! You came out of your fog, breathless and smiling wide.

“Oh I hope someone was recording, that kinda went hard, lol.” You wiped away your remaining tears and hugged Jason for a job well done—ever mindful of the roses still in your hand.

You took a deep breath and addressed your fans. “Y’all ready to start this concert or what?!”

The lights came on blood red as the special effects finally went off on cue. Your fans screamed back their answer as your dancers flooded the stage and launched right into the proper opening song.

It was as if you didn’t confess to an unknown lover and make a new single on the fly. Your talent was unmatched, yet it wasn’t an act.

It was real emotions being sung tonight. A conversation spoken between two fools secretly in love.

Joker went out on a limb and confessed his feelings through a letter— and you reciprocated that feeling back tenfold.

You, who were cherished and loved by many, accepted Joker and his flaws, all without meeting him. He didn’t deserve an angel like you. If he came forward as your lover, he would only tarnish your success.

Joker would rather admire you from afar than ruin you up close.

He was okay with being your stalker forever in the shadows, but that was unacceptable to you. It didn’t matter that you never met Joker, you felt his presence at every show and wanted his toxic brand of love all for yourself.

The bombs were his morbid way of getting your attention. The anonymous online user who threatened all of your naysayers was his way of protecting you and tonight, the sea of roses (that smelled faintly of gasoline), was his way of showing that he cared.

How could you say no to a man like him? Your secret admirer was a better suitor than all the shallow men in the music industry who only wanted to date you for publicity.

It was lonely being famous; no one warned you about that and Joker’s heartfelt letter and the thousands of roses was the first act of love you received in years.

You didn’t care that he was a stranger. You could overlook him stalking you. It was kinda hot the level of passion that he held for you. Something about this guy drawn you in like a moth to a flame.

You liked playing with fire, and so you took a chance.

You wrapped up your concert with a final statement, “And to my stalker bae! You know where to find me. That is.. if you want me. Goodnight Star City! Your grid is still trash!”

Your security team would have a heart attack fighting back your crazied fans, but Joker was up for the challenge. He studied their pattern and knew how to get around your security.

When you were his, Joker would assign his loyal goons to keep you safe. Joker would protect his angel with his dying breath.

He knew exactly where you would be tonight, and he wanted you badly. Tonight, he would finally come forward and meet his angel.

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liontalon1 · 10 months ago

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Ok let’s talk about the final episode and season in general. Aka i dont have anyone to talk to about this show so you guys get stuck with it.

I’m starting off by saying i enjoyed it, i never really found myself getting bored during episodes though i also wasn’t racing to watch them either.

Now that it’s over i really found it lacking something the previous two seasons had. In the beginning i thought s3 had the potential to be better than s2 (my favorite), but it just didn’t deliver. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this season felt rushed with plot points and characters being added and dropped left and right. I could almost say that the show would’ve benefited from another season to allow the storyline to be fleshed out.

It also had a really weird mix of fan service and not. Like they kept on hinting that CX-2 was Tech, going so far as to put Imperial Tech in the credits (at least i think i saw that). I personally didn’t really have a preference one way or the other (i was kinda hoping they’d be Dogma), but seeing how it ended yeah we should’ve had his helmet come off. Just tie that loose end.

They also included Ventress (who i love) but what point did that cameo serve? That Omega’s force sensitive (which i hate how every damn character that is important has to be force sensitive)? Nothing ever came of that! It’s literally never mentioned again, so why was it there? It didn’t even further the batch’s character development like other filler episodes. The cadets anyone remember them? They had no purpose, which was ok if they hadn’t been on Pabu.

And yeah I’m going to go back to Tech. Because how did his death serve the plot? It didn’t, the batch were sad for a single episode, then he was barely mentioned. Which made sense if he was going to be CX-2, but he wasn’t. So why kill him? The only effect it had on the batch was too make things harder for them (same reason Echo was sidelined this entire season), so was that it? To get him out of the way and cause drama, to be an emotional blow for the fans? It just seems pointless.

Then just the final itself. There was a lot that just seemed unfinished. Hemlock and Scorch’s deaths seemed lacking, and kinda anticlimactic at least for Scorch my boy deserved better. We never found out what was up with Hemlocks hand. And Crosshairs hand, i know Star Wars likes to cut hands off their characters but it made no sense plot wise. First it was a cheap cop out of dealing with Crosshairs trauma, second Hemlock wanted to turn them into his operatives so why have them permanently injure one of them? And the Zillo beast was so anticlimactic i was expecting a lot more chaos, yeah it was how an actual wild animal would react but still.

I’m sure i could say more but I’ll stop there. Again i enjoyed the show, and will stay in this fandom for a long time.

#the bad batch #tbb spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb critical #i guess

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yaaboi-jay · 7 months ago

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If I had a wish, it would be to rewrite reality, so underplayer is included in underverse from the start of 0.5, maybe a cameo in the back in every episode before being a main character in 0.8 and beyond (this is being written before 0.8 part one release)

1. It's a really cool comic that doesn't get a lot of attention lately. It would shed light on a really cool story and character.

2. The AU can easily just be an AT of the undertale, so it makes sense how underplayer exists in the story.

3. Player themself (idk their gender) could have interesting dynamics with both error and ink, seeing as they come from the same place as creators of AUs, the real world kinda. Error and ink could have wild questions and dynamics about someone outside of the multiverse.

Ink sees worlds as stories, player sees all stories as worlds.

Error sees no value in many different stories, player sees value in all worlds. (Also, Player and Error have already met in like a side page in the underplayer comic. Error would recognize them)

4. Player's true goal is to achieve the perfect ending. They would probably be pissed at a timeline where outside universes ruin a true pacifist timeline.

5. Their powers are really sick. Being able to edit code. Like overwrite but with the only limit being not being able to change the timeline completely. This limit is gone because the timeline is already messed up and an alternate timeline. Would be sick to see player using their powers to the fullest extent.

6. Clashing ideals with XGaster. Xgaster wants a perfect story, player just wants a story and ending where everyone is happy.

7. Fun tag along with sans. Sans would know who Player already is since all timeline variants have an inkling of an idea to what happens in other timelines like Killer or geno did. Maybe they help sans with their depression or just is a buddy to them.

8. Awesome fight scenes. Player is not a hand to hand fighter or magic user, which would make them unique from a fight perspective. Being able to edit any code, this would have great looking attacks or a fighting style that no one else could do.

9. Thematic purpose in the story is that someone who would oppose XGaster's need to create a perfect story. All main multiversal characters have a thematic or emotional purpose. Nightmare represents the darkness in everyone's heart and how bad feelings can never truly go away like cross in the 0.6 fight, core acts like a level-headed friend to everyone who needs it, etc.

Player acts like a creator or someone adjacent against XGaster. They are someone who's beyond the multiverse. Clashes between XGaster's selfishness with his story and Player's anger at someone who had real effects in the real world.

Anyways thanks for reading. @jakei95 , Thanks for making an amazing show with awesome writing and animation. I know you said that "the script is done, no more characters are gonna be added", but this is just a wish for me lol. Get better soon. The community rallies behind you to whatever you want to pursue!

#underverse #underplayer #utmv #utmv au #player is so cool go watch the dub or read it pls

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dededaio · 1 year ago

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Does Kirby's extended cast get underutilized?

This i something I heard a lot of Kirby fans bring up in recent years. That despite big cast of memorable characters, Kirby tends to shove them to the side in favor of introducing new ones and putting the older ones on the back burner never to be used again. But just how true this is?

Warning, rather big post ahead!

Let's take a look at almost all modern Kirby games (including spin-offs) and summarize how each of them treated the extended cast.

Kirby's Return to Dream Land - re-established King Dedede and Meta Knight as the part of the "main four" of the franchise, introduced Bandana Waddle Dee into the main cast after his role in Super Star Ultra. Introduced Magolor. Referenced Wham Bam Rock, Dragoon from Air Ride and Marx via stone transformations. Galacta Knight returns from Super Star Ultra as a surprise boss in the True Arena.

Kirby's Dream Collection: New Challenge Stages (yes, i'm going to count it, since Kumazaki confirmed that Magolor moved to Dream Land when he reformed and this is so far the only game to actually show it), - but, yeah, we see Magolor again in a fairly major role, the first time he appears as a good guy with a bit of a trickster streak to him, suggested that he stayed in Dream Land after he gifted Kirby and co a theme park.

Kirby Triple Deluxe - cameos of a lot of characters from sprite-based games via keychains (of note, Magolor and Yin Yarn got special keychains with exclusive 8-bit sprite artwork), animal trio from Dream Land 2 appear as stage hazards in Kirby Fighters, Shadow Kirby appears as the final boss of Kirby Fighters, Magolor cameos as a painting in the haunted mansion level of the Wild World, the dimensional mirror and Dark Meta Knight return after the long absence. Introduced people of the sky, Taranza and Queen Sectonia.

Dedede's Drum Dash Deluxe - Taranza is featured as one of Dedede's friends and supporters on the trophies and on the title screen. It was confirmed that the game itself is set in a theme park Magolor created for Dedede, Magolor himself appears in the final, most difficult, stage.

Kirby and the Rainbow Curse - Bandana Dee is reinforced as Kirby's true P2 character, Drawcia is referenced and got a special collectible in a figurine, being one of the few spin-off characters to appear more than once alongside Yin-Yarn. Animal buddies are referenced in Kirby transformation sequences. Pon and Con get a cameo in Elline's diary as comedy show hosts.

Kirby Planet Robobot - Oh boy. This one. Well, we of course have a LOT of returning bosses from the past games, such as clones of Dark Matter and Queen Sectonia (giving us a glimpse as her original body before she transformed, adding a major lore revelation past her introduction), people of the sky and floralia are mentioned on numerous occasions in the pause screen descriptions, quite a few characters got brand new artwork via stickers (such as daroach, magolor and taranza). And the last but certainly not least, we have Star Dream which is one of the clockwork stars like Galactic Nova. While not exact same as Nova, it's meant to be of the same species as Nova and the reveal banks on you knowing that, so it's one of the most direct continuity nods in the franchise.

Team Kirby Clash Deluxe - this game features, although AU versions, but still, of Susie and Taranza, and, unknowingly at the time, the same Magolor we already know and love in a different role entirely. Although it's technically different versions of the characters, I still count it, because it's still new game and new story that uses familiar faces.

Kirby Star Allies - i will die if i try to list everything this game has. but let's just say pretty much every mainline kirby game (and a lot of spin-offs) were referenced in some capacity, and 90% of major characters of all mainline kirby games are accounted for and PLAYABLE in this one.

Super Kirby Clash - Magolor is once again is the shopkeeper, AU Taranza and Susie have major roles once again, au version of NIGHTMARE of all characters is the main villain, technically making him the first antagonist since Dark Matter to appear in more than one game, King D-Mind returns by the virtue of this game being a sequel to the original Team Kirby Clash Deluxe, Galacta Knight re-appears as Aeon Hero, hinting at his origins.

Kirby Fighters 2 - Magolor and Gooey are playable characters, implied to be a part of Kirby's inner friend circle on the level of Bandana Dee, Meta Knight and King Dedede. The first spin-off to include playable characters outside of the primary main cast. Several newer characters such as Flamberge were referenced via unlockable costumes, as well as appearing (alongside her sisters) as stage hazards on the Jambastion stage.

Kirby and the Forgotten Land - this is perhaps the first Kirby game on this list where I can't say they concerned themselves with referencing the past much. But that's kind of the point, Shinya Kumazaki described Star Allies and Forgotten Land as "sister games" and in this sense, you can say that SA got all the unsubtle continuity and references, while FL is definite step towards new original direction. However, it's still got a lot of subtle connections AND UNEXPECTED canonization of Morpho Knight. A character that was literally introduced a GAME AGO. It's also been heavily alluded that the civilization formerly inhabiting the New World is heavily related to the (eventually) Halcandran ancients, giving us a genuine glimpse at their culture. Even then, this game is the exception that proves the point. Lack of references and fanservice, or major character comebacks is this game's specific weird factor, not the rule.

Kirby's Dream Buffet - this is similar to Star Allies where there's a LOT of references to past games. You can pretty much dress up Kirby as almost every character in the series, including the likes of the Mage Sisters and newly introduced Elfilin from Forgotten Land.

Kirby's Return to Dream Land Deluxe - Merry Magoland introduces masks which not only make it so all of the dream friends and helpers from Star Allies cameo in this game, as well as new characters from the Forgotten Land, they also make it so this isn't exclusive to purely playable characters. Giving us masks of Hyness, Queen Sectonia and Leongar. Magolor Epilogue is one huge mode focused on Magolor specifically, the first time such luxury been given to someone outside of the primary main cast. Said mode also references and alludes to a lot of games (including Dream Collection), as well as tying it towards Kirby Clash games in another unexpected continuity moment.

As you can see, not a lot of these roles are major, but it's not the main point I'm trying to come across. HAL remembers about these characters and definitely knows that fans love them and want more of them. It's simply the matter of building up the series from ground up after what essentially amounted to big hiatus in the 00s. Returning characters in another mainline game just right after they were introduced would be a tacky move that would be way too safe and complacent. Building up the cast was the right move and they are slowly but surely started embracing it more and more over time. Forgotten Land is distinctly only game in this list that mostly avoided direct returns and callbacks and it still got Morpho Knight.

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Happy International Women's Day that was yesterday! As a gift, have a cameo!

Fun fact! I noticed that on average I'm adding 1k words to my "final" drafts when I search for typos and errors before posting. Good thing I put an uploading schedule for myself in place or I would ended up in the editing limbo.

(I also discovered I cannot write accents for the life of me. There was an attempt, but I had to scrap it because I just couldn't do it justice. The accents live in my head and in my heart.)

Enjoy! :D

Another day, another fight, another close call. This time it was… well, Time.

They were on their way to Lon Lon Ranch, landing in old man’s Hyrule only a day's walk away from it. Their spirits were high, the sunbeams bright and the monsters stupid enough to think they didn’t notice them hiding in sparse shrubbery on the side of the road.

The fight didn’t look like anything special. They were so used to working together by that point, it felt more like a choreographed dance routine than a real battle. Legend twirled the ice rod in his hand, wielding his sword in the other, freezing and shattering any monster coming too close, while being covered by Sky with the Master Sword and a whip. Hyrule was dancing around the Darknut with ease giving Wind and Four an easy shot at his back, the two of them making quick work of its armour. Wild was giving them all multiple heart attacks by letting a giant moblin stab the air inches from his face, only to kill it in a rapid fire of blows in a blink of an eye. He would later claim he was ‘training his magic abilities’ and acting all innocent, the madman. Twilight was going after archers, covering the distance between him and them in a blink of an eye as a wolf, coming out of the shift with his sword already swinging. Warriors was taking care of the supposed leader of the pack, separating it from the rest and not letting it bark out any orders or call retreat.

And Time was dealing with a pair of black lizalfos from Sky’s era.

Legend didn’t see how it happened, not that it mattered, only heard the old man coming down with a yell of pain as the spiked metal ball connected with his left knee and rendering him vulnerable and unable to fight.

Twilight and Wars were to his side in an instant, covering him while Time tried to do his best to not move so as to not upset the crushed joint any further. Sky went absolutely ballistic on the monsters he and Legend were dealing with, allowing the veteran to provide additional aid to the old man's defence with his ice rod, allowing Wars to start on the first aid.

They might have been overeager in making sure Time was okay, but to be fair, they were just a few hours away from Malon. They were not going to bring to her doorstep her husband all broken and beaten up.

They defeated the monsters quickly after that, powered by their righteous fury. A fairy that was travelling with them for the past few hours, straight up phased through the glass of her bottle as soon as the last monster fell, so she could heal his leg, despite old man's insistence he would be fine with a red potion, since they were going to the ranch to rest anyway. She had none of that, healing him in a tirade of bells and chimes and then zipped ahead to have her fill of sugar water as a reward.

Legend might not be able to speak with the pink fairies, but by the way Time chuckled as she offered her farewells, he was convinced that that particular one had enough excitement for her life .

Once the injury was mended and Time led them back on the road, the good mood from earlier returned to their group and they started joking around again. Just their local old man being too slow with his reflexes and not being able to keep up with them younglings.

But Legend couldn’t help but feel the uneasiness prickle under his skin once more, as he fell to the back of the group, brushing off Sky’s questioning look and Hyrule’s attempts at conversation. They got the hint easily enough and he was left alone with his thoughts.

The ‘old man’ jokes were all in good fun. The old man himself was often pointing out with humour, how he can’t possibly rival their vigour during training sessions or with the long days of trekking across the lands of Hyrule, no matter his ability to move with deceptive ease and speed when he really wanted to.

And it wasn’t like those jokes were unfounded. He was the oldest. If anyone, Legend would know how years of heroing can weigh on one’s body. Time might have only two (three?) official quests under his belt, but he did spend his teenage and young adult years hunting monsters, clearing and cleansing dangerous cursed places and doing all sorts of work for the crown as the Hero of Time. He might have found peace and tranquillity in the life on the ranch with Malon once he officially “retired” that title, but it didn’t erase years of injuries, scarred tissues or impaired-or-possibly-lack-of vision in his right eye. The entire chain could attest that it would be weird if that life didn’t leave any strain on his body.

Occasional injuries caused by slower reflexes or lingering stiffness was to be expected.

Logically, Legend knew that. But it was happening too often.

Well, not really, it was happening too often for his taste.

Read the rest on Ao3!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanfiction #linked universe fanfic #linked universe legend #lu legend #linked universe time #lu time #my writing #a piece of heart

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“My kids found a picture of me from (1985) with Eddie Van Halen, where I look 12, and he looks 14, and I thought, ‘What a cool life I’ve lived, where my kids can find a picture of me with Van Halen on the internet.’ It’s like looking back on footprints in the sand. LOOK WHERE I’VE BEEN.” --Michael J. Fox

Michael, of course, was the lead actor in the most successful movie of 1985, "Back To The Future". Eddie made a very cool "instrumental" contribution to that movie.

The concept of Back to the Future is that Marty McFly (played by a young Michael J. Fox) has traveled back in time to his own parents' adolescence and must engineer their meeting, or risk being erased from the future himself. To command his sci-fi obsessed father to ask his future mother out, Marty dresses as an alien and pays McFly senior a late-night visit. To prove his futuristic credential, he blasts his fathers' ears with a Sony Walkman loaded with a cassette marked "Edward Van Halen." And while this blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment could easily be chalked up to an homage, the bombastic music playing IS IN FACT a riff from Eddie.

The commentary from the DVD of the film fleshes out the backstory: The rest of Van Halen didn't want to be involved in Back to the Future, hence the tape couldn't legally say Van Halen, so they added the name "Edward" in a smaller typeface. The film also wasn't allowed to feature the band's music, but relied instead on a solo piece from Eddie. The exact authorship of the piece remained unclear until 2012 when Eddie confirmed to TMZ that it was him "just playing a bunch of noise." The "noise" was actually a musical piece composed by Eddie for the 1984 movie "The Wild Life" and is titled "Out The Window". It can be found on YouTube. Eddie wrote the entire musical score for that movie.

Music was a strong element throughout the Back to the Future trilogy–Huey Lewis plays a talent show judge, there's a running joke about Chuck Berry, Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers appears in both sequels, and ZZ Top sound tracked Back to the Future Part III. But it's Eddie Van Halen's brief instrumental cameo that has proven to be one of the MOST enduring moments. Not bad for an uncredited appearance where you don't even see the man in question!

#michael j fox #eddie van halen #back to the future

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camisoledadparis · 4 months ago

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … October 26

1885 – The first reported court case under the 1879 Pennsylvania fellatio statute results in a conviction being overturned and a new trial ordered to determine if the "victim" was actually an accomplice.

1946 – Holly Woodlawn (d.2015) was a Puerto Rican-born transgendered actress and former Warhol superstar, who appeared in his movies Trash (1970) and Women in Revolt (1972).

Born Haroldo Santiago Franceschi Rodriguez Danhakl in Juana Díaz, Puerto Rico, Woodlawn adopted the name Holly from the heroine of Breakfast at Tiffany's, and in 1969 added the surname from a sign she saw on an episode of I Love Lucy. After changing her name she began to tell people she was the heiress to Woodlawn Cemetery.

Her transformation was summarized by Lou Reed in his iconic song "Walk on the Wild Side": "Holly came from Miami FLA, / hitch-hiked her way across the USA, / plucked her eyebrows on the way, / shaved her legs, and then he was a she..."

Woodlawn met Andy Warhol at the Factory, at a screening of Flesh. Through him she met Jackie Curtis, who cast Woodlawn in her play Heaven Grand in Amber Orbit in the autumn of 1969. In October she was given a bit role in Trash, but so impressed director Paul Morrissey that she was given a much larger role.

Woodlawn continued to make cameo appearances in plays and films such as Billy's Hollywood Screen Kiss throughout the 1980s and 1990s. After Warhol's death, she was interviewed frequently on his life and influence.

Woodlawn began performing in cabaret shows in sold-out New York and Los Angeles performances in the early 2000s. She continues to travel with her cabaret show, most recently appearing in Kraków and London in 2008. She spent her final years in West Hollywood.

Her friend Penny Arcade helped her through her final cancer-ridden days by organising a crowd-funding campaign. Joe Dellesandro, another long-time friend, was with her when she died in an L.A. Hospice.

1953 – Keith Strickland, born in Athens, Georgia, is an American multi-instrumentalist, composer, and one of the founding members of the all-gay The B-52s. Originally the band's drummer, Strickland switched to guitar after the death of guitarist Ricky Wilson in 1985.

Strickland also plays keyboards and bass guitar on many of The B-52s recordings, and has occasionally provided backing vocals. Strickland composes the music for The B-52s. "Ricky and I used to write the music together, but now I write the individual instrument parts and arrange the instrumental compositions myself. I'm trying to convey a feeling when I compose," Strickland explains. "I think of my instrumentals as soundscapes - the chord progressions, rhythms, harmonics and musical direction are used to evoke various sonic atmospheres or moods."

Strickland announced that he was homosexual in 1992.

He has said: "Does it really matter if people come out in rock ‘n’ roll? Do people really care? When Melissa Etheridge came out, her next album went through the roof! I think it’s just a good thing to do for your self. I came out publicly, in the press, for myself. Prior to that, I’d never been asked in the press if I was gay or not but I wanted to put it out there, just for myself."

1971 – Born: American actor, writer and singer Anthony Rapp. Born in Joliet, Illinois, as Anthony Dean Rapp, his brother is the playwright Adam Rapp. He's best known for originating the role of Mark Cohen in the Broadway production of Rent in 1996 and later for reprising the role in the film version and The Broadway Tour of Rent in 2009. He also performed the role of Charlie Brown in the 1999 Broadway revival of You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown.

Rapp, a self-identified "queer," is an advocate in show business for LGBT rights, having first come out as Bisexual at the age of 18 to his mother over the phone. In 2006, Rapp released a memoir about his days in Rent, as well as his mother's struggle with cancer and his experiences growing up, entitled Without You: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and the Musical Rent. The memoir was made into a stage production

In 2012, the periodical, Metro Weekly, referred to Rapp as "one of the first openly gay men on Broadway". During a 1997 interview with Oasis Magazine, the actor explained his sexual identity as "queer" rather than "gay": "I don't want to get into labels, but I've never labeled myself except to say I'm queer. The thing that's been most important to me to be out about is that I have been in loving relationships with men…I haven't said 'I am gay.' Because the truth is that I've also been in love with women, although the truth is I do think I'm primarily homosexual…"

He is currently starring as half of a gay couple on Star Trek: Discovery. He is the first openly gay character in a Star Trek series, and the showrunners "wanted to roll out that character's sexuality the way people would roll out their sexuality in life." Rapp noted that Hikaru Sulu was portrayed as gay in the film Star Trek Beyond, calling that "a nice nod. But in this case, we actually get to see me with my partner in conversation, in our living quarters, you get to see our relationship over time, treated as any other relationship would be treated"

In October 2017, Rapp alleged in an interview with BuzzFeed that actor Kevin Spacey made a sexual advance toward him in 1986, when Rapp was 14 years old, and Spacey was 26. Rapp added that he once met with a lawyer to discuss possible legal action, but was told there was no case worth pursuing. In response, Spacey said he did not remember the encounter, given the incident allegedly occurred 31 years ago, but nevertheless said that he was "beyond horrified to hear his story" and offered Rapp the "sincerest apology for what would have been deeply inappropriate drunken behavior."

1990 – A U.S. Army colonel was discharged and sentenced to 90 days in Leavenworth for appearing in drag at an AIDS benefit and kissing another man.

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months ago

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What visual medium would your fics be best represented by? (i.e. TV or Movie, live-action, traditional cartoon, anime, 3D animation, etc)

Oooh thank you!! This is super interesting!

So the short answer is that I tend to write my fics with the intent for them to "fit in" with the tone of their canon media - even in writing, I try to match the tone of whatever it is I'm writing about, so it really feels like a part of the established universe. My goal in writing is usually to make the reader forget that my OCs aren't canon characters and really to envelop them in that world as if they're reading something that belongs to canon.

That being said:

A Love Once New (Rae): I would say a movie to match the rest of the X-Men movies, but so much happens in this fics that I feel like it would be better represented by a TV show - I wouldn't want to miss the details or try to cram everything into a movie, so a TV show would help with that pacing. Live-action with practical effects and some CGI

Symphony in Silver (Robin): Live-action movie like the other X-Men movies, fit in somewhere between Apocalypse and Dark Phoenix.

Smoke and Mirrors (Madison): I could see this as a TV show, and honestly could go either way on live action vs animated. Live-action would fit the way I've imagined it more, but I think it could also be fun to see an animation similar to the classic X-Men cartoon (and animation would be better for Madison's mutations, since there are a lot of them and CGI could make it look a little wonky)

Catch and Release (Ophelia): I'd want the main thing to be a live-action movie (you're gonna hear this a lot... like I said, I generally try to match the tone/pace to canon), but Hobie's cameo would still be animated like he is in the ATSV.

Gia's fics: I don't have much written for her yet, but I could see her added to the Hawkeye TV show!

Heartstrings (Jasper): Live-action TV show, I've basically just added Jasper to AHS Coven

Taking Flight (Kestrel): This is an interesting one... a fic based on a book series, with no real visual components. I've heard Fablehaven may be getting a live-action reboot, but I honestly think Taking Flight would look best as a series of animated movies - either tradition 2D animation a la Brother Bear or Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, with painted landscapes and expressive but realistically-drawn animals; or a stylized 3D animation like we see in The Wild Robot. Either way, animation would complement the magic and natural themes of the fic, and be stylistic but not overly cartoony.

Who Waits Forever Anyway? (Katherine): I'd love to see a blended live-action and animated movie, where the main story is told in live-action but Katherine's interactions with the gods are a sort of artistic, stylized hand-drawn animation in the style of historic art (like the opening scene in Hercules with the Muses on the amphora, the flashbacks in Kung Fu Panda 2 that are like traditional Chinese paintings, the scene in Prince of Egypt with the hieroglyphs, etc.)

Desert Song (Quinn): All of my 6 Underground fics are based on the fact that 6 Underground was set up for sequels that then got cancelled, so it would be a big-budget live-action sequel like the first movie.

Eris' fics: Hm... Again, I'd go a little stylistic with it. In the main timeline, they do effectively fit into the 2021 Suicide Squad movie, so I see those as scenes implanted into the movie. But AU fics like Years Ahead or This Phantom Life, I could honestly see as animated in different styles - basically just give the script to a different animator each time and see what they come up with, like Star Wars: Visions.

Nikoletta's fics: Similar to Eris, I see some of her fics just being implanted scenes into The Suicide Squad, but I think I'd go the route of a spinoff TV show (a la Peacemaker) for the others. Her story's a bit more linear than Eris, so a traditional TV show would work better than an anthology for her.

Heart in Your Hands (Jimmy): Live-action movie! It follows the plot of Frozen Empire with the inclusion of Jimmy, anyway.

Vivienne's fics: This one's tough. Yes, it's based on a horror movie and will incorporate the plot of that horror movie, but I'm honestly writing it a bit more like the book! I'd definitely want it to be live-action, and go strictly practical effects for things like Vivienne's siren traits (maybe a little CGI for her eyes, like they do in The Shape of Water, but everything else should be makeup), but whether the pacing would be better with a movie (or series of movies) or a TV show is what I'm still not sure about.

Spider's fics: I'd want a live-action movie with a few "game-ified" elements, like Scott Pilgrim or Guns Akimbo - overlays up on the screen as Spider's categorizing his tapes, animated flairs or sparks surrounding his tape recorder, "+1 can of soup" as he picks up resources for survival, things like that. Basically, I'd want it to be live-action but with a focus on Spider's point of view, and his point of view is inspired by a lot of other movies and games. Oh, and the sound design had better be KILLER!

Terra & Pluto's fics: 3D animated TV, in line with Arcane itself. I mean, I designed the characters that way, I even made my best efforts to try and draw them in the Arcane style, and it would just fit best as part of that world.

Prometheus' Fics: Here's the thing... we're not supposed to SEE Prometheus. They don't have an established physical appearance beyond their clothing, and I want to keep it that way. They're meant to reflect the reader, and I wouldn't want that to be ruined by casting an actor and having people then imagine that actor when they think of the character. The solution... how about a first-person video game? It's about the only visual media I can think of that's commonly in a first-person perspective, and I think it could be interesting to give the players a level of control in Prometheus' story - that's the point, the first fic even has two endings so people can choose which they want to focus on!

Bolts and Blasters (Indigo): Live-action TV show - going back to ALON and S&M, there's a lot of plot to cover and a TV show would just help with the pacing more than a movie would. Plus, Star Wars has already done some high-quality TV shows, so I think a "spinoff" from the sequel movies would work here.

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