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immaturityofthomasastruc · 1 year ago

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I always felt the way Gabriel got the miraculouses (peacock and butterfly) was very… underwhelming, to certain extent

The idea of him hiring someone to find them and going on a epic quest is kinda good, but I also expected something more. What if Gabriel hired someone very dangerous like a kind of Evil organization which wanted to exploit the power of the miraculouses or at least a evil organization which only got the grasp of the miraculous after making a deal with the agreste since they promised a lot of money, and at the end they saw the great powers of the miraculous and said “maybe I want more for this deal”, Nathalie could still be the ones who helped find them like a retired member of said organization. Imagine if after Gabriel was defeated in like season 3, the leader of said organization appeared asking for the miraculouses since he’s deal with Gabriel was to get Akumas to make weapons with in exchange of keeping the secret of Gabriel having the miraculouses, and when the villain arrives he takes Gabriel’s place has the ‘big bad’ by changing the Akumas with Robots or something similar. It would connect with the past events, making it feel like the universe is more grounded and actions have consequences (I always love when details which could be look over like “how did this war between humans and monsters start?” Get fleshed out to explain a future threat like “oh it was the fault of this man which manipulated both sides so he could gain ultimate power”, but miraculous always takes this concepts like the ‘what destroyed the order of the guardians’ or ‘what broke the peacock’ and then proceeds to give the most simple and boring answer to return to the status quo)

But something so crucial has “the way Gabriel found the miraculouses” feels very unimportant, that adds nothing to Nathalie’s character, Heck it even makes her even less interesting to me.

I always saw this small parallel between Marinette and Nathalie (fell in love with this rich boy and did everything for them in blind love) and then it results the way Nathalie and Gabriel meet was when Gabriel was married and searching for magical jewels to impregnate he’s wife. Why Nathalie fell in love with Gabriel? I always thought they were childhood friends to parallel Adrien’s and Marinette’s relationship in earlier seasons, but current seasons make Nathalie slightly interesting and deep, but kinda take away what kinda made me interest even in the slightest on the character, specially when Gabriel became a Abusive father all of the sudden which turned their relationship also suddenly into the joker and Harley Quinn and just because she surpassed the Harley Quinn syndrome doesn’t mean she became more of a endearing character (mainly because she didn’t do much or actually tried to stop Gabriel outside of a couple scenes which didn’t actually add nothing to the plot), specially since the appeal to me was how Gabriel didn’t want Nathalie to risk herself, a lot of people say Gabriel was abusive but at first (before Gabriel became a psycho) Nathalie did brought herself a lot of pain when Gabriel openly asked her not to do that (heck, 70% of the time she was Mayura is because of her own choice against Gabriel’s wishes. Until suddenly Gabriel stopped acting like a character with deep who cared for her like showed before, and actually asked her to use it which completely contradicts heroes day part 2. So this ’abusive to Nathalie’ Gabriel was a mix of character assassination for both)

I just feel how Nathalie wasn’t handled well, and the way Gabriel got the miraculouses wasn’t very climatic or even interesting since we don’t even know very well how Gabriel even discovered the existence of this jewels

I don't really expect a big flashback episode, but if this backstory is something you're using to build the entire show's conflict on, I'd at least expect more than "Kid Fu broke the Peacock Miraculous, lost it and the Butterfly, and then they were found by Gabriel and Nathalie a long time later".

Then again, this is the same show that decided to put the scene showing why Gabriel decided to become Hawkmoth in the video game of all things. Believe me, when I get the time to cover that, I'll have a lot to say about that decision.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #hawk moth #monarch #nathalie sancoeur #mayura #master fu #wang fu #jade turtle

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bitchyhideoutnerd · 2 months ago

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so....um...i made this

kind of explicit??? not sex but Joker fawning over akechi boba. i dont have a reason why i like the "trans boy coming out" trope or "secret omega" tropes but maybe its because i want the angy boy in the relationship to be impregnated

"A-are you sure about this, leader?" A voice calls out from the bathroom stall. Joker quickly snaps out of his fantasies, and calls back, "Yeah, it's fine. If Futaba could do it, so can you!"

"B-but...." the voice trails off, followed by a nervous swallow, "I can't wear the swim suit you gave me."

Akira replied with a nonchalant tone, "What do you mean? We got the right size, I'm sure of it."

"I-It's not that. Didn't you think my hip measurements were strange for a man?" His voice floats out. Now that Joker thought about it, his hip measurements WERE much more than usual, but he had dismissed it.

But the notions of that......

Joker's eyes widened, hazy with lust.

"Give me a moment, I'll get Ann. She'll definitely have an extra swimsuit." Akira unsteadily scrambled to find Ann.

"Goro's hips don't fit-oh, I see. Sure, I can help him. Poor Goro, keeping that big of a secret." Ann nodded sympathetically and ran off to his bathroom stall.

"Goro! You in there?" Ann called.

"Ann? Thank goodness. I thought I'd be stuck here forever." The relief in Akechi's voice was audible.

Once the bikini was tossed over the stall door, Goro called.

"I-If you don't mind, could you help me tie the strings? I...don't usually wear this kind of thing, as you can probably guess." Ann could imagine the embarrassment tinge his cheeks.

"No problem!" she chirped, and Goro opened the door and half tumbled out.

"Sorry, I was so eager to get out of that cramped space." He apologises smoothly. Immediately Ann spots the awkward way he holds the bra to his chest.

"Oh, let me help you with that."

She gently tied the strings while quietly whispering affirmations to him. Ann knew that Goro would be very self-conscious. Presenting yourself as a girl after years being a boy was nerve-wracking enough.

When Ann finished tying the knots behind his back with a flourish, she turned him around and held back a gasp of surprise.

Oh, Akira's SO gonna love this.

Ann allowed Goro to cower behind her figure while she jogged down to the others. "Guys! Please don't make fun of Goro when you see him."

"See what?" Ryuji inquired. Then fell speechless when Goro emerged from behind Ann's shadow.

Ryuji turned a bright shade of red and Haru giggled as well.

Goro's stomach was really TONED, toner than even Akira, who had been traversing the Metaverse for so long. And his thighs... smooth and perfect.

But the most sinfully beautiful aspect of him were Goro's breasts. They were honestly larger than Akira had ever witnessed before, and he was friends with Ann.

Speaking of her, Ann was giggling happily over the Thieves' reaction to his...fit.

Makoto was staring at Goro, with a hint of jealousy which was quelled as soon as Haru gazed at Makoto. Lovesick idiots.

Obviously, Yusuke was muttering about using him for a model. Ryuji was a tomato red and Futaba was teasing him about it.

Sumire gushed over Goro's toned thighs and body, rambling about how she should pick up his training habits.

Sophia observed him with a curious eye, and put out a hand to touch Goro's breasts before he yelped and jumped back. Zenkichi watched with a slightly concerned look in his eyes.

And Joker....Joker was dreaming.

Of Akechi he meant.

#ann the bestie #ann takamaki #goro akechi #persona 5 #persona series #implied akeshu #akeshu #shuake #maybe i should i have saved this for shuake week or something #persona 5 protagonist #joker persona 5 #akira kurusu

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 5 months ago

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You can't just drop the fact you have ghost stories to tell in the poll tags and not share. WHAT creepy ghost at your dad's house??

hahaha - it sounds more spectacular than it was. So far as hauntings go, it was pretty banal.

at my dad's old house there was a shadow figure that hung out between the kitchen and the walk-through pantry that lead to the garage.

I saw him for the first time when I was circa 10 - I was at the front door and looking in, waiting for my stepmom to get my brother out of the car, and saw a figure move from the kitchen into the pantry. I thought it was my dad at first - since the figure was tall, broad shouldered and roughly fit his sillouhette.

When we got inside, I went to look and my dad was obviously not in the house. I went out back to his workshop and asked if he had just been in, he hadn't. He's not the sort lie about that/make a joke of that particular nature.

Years later, brought it up to my dad and step mom and they had both seen the entity as well. My step-mom when she was taking laundry out - she was in the garage, door to the pantry was open, she saw someone moving about in it and thought it was my dad and called out to him to help her. No reply. Dad wasn't in the house.

Similarly for my dad, he was getting something down from the pantry and saw a figure over his shoulder and thought it was my step-mom (she's a tall, big woman) and asked her to help him and no response.

There was always a sense of being watched in that place. Obviously in the kitchen, and also a bit in the room that was my bedroom at that time. We found out from a neighbour that the previous owner had died in the house (of cancer, he was old) and the room he was in was my bedroom.

I did have a bit of an ominous feeling around the closet - but that might have been because I had a deep seated fear instilled into me about closets because of that one X-Files episode where the devil comes out of it and impregnates that woman (I think it's Scully. I was very young when I saw that episode). Also, to be fair, some of the dead guy's clothes were still in there.

That said, I don't know if it was the dead guy or if it was something/someone else. Entities are weird, it's hard to pin down identity at times.

At one of my mom's places there was an entity that liked to play with my shirts. They would tug them down and like...fuss? I always got the vibe it was an old abuela who felt I was disheveled and needed to tuck in my shirts.

(The house was quite old and had a long Mexican history to it.)

One of my friends lives in a place that used to be a brothel back when the racetracks were in our neighbourhood (and when the trains stopped at this part of town. So, circa 1910s/20s). I've seen a woman in her living room. She tends to pace back and forth. I know my friend has seen her twice as well.

Also, there was a time we were all out back for a fire and my friend went in to get a drink. She came back out and was like, "y'all are fucking with me" which is not something the friend group does. We're not practical jokers. We go in, every cabinet door in the kitchen is open, the oven door is open, the dishwasher door is open. It was wild.

There are some other stories, but that's enough for now. I hang out a lot with ghosts!!

#ghosts #spooks #paranormal #personal #ask #reply #anon

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rocketboots564 · 6 months ago

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Here’s more of my thoughts on the RvB seasons as a first time watcher SEVERELY late to the party!

Season 4:

Wait… did they ever really time travel? Are they just stuck on the same planet 24/7?

Also YAAAY OUR FIRST SANGHEILI (I did NOT look up what their alien race was called)

Also also, what do you mean “kinky” Tucker?! What do you mean by that? 🤨

Also also also, legitimately “bow chicka bow wow” might actually get stuck in my head.

Simmon’s betrayal era was not on my list of things for this season… but Sheila being the mvp as always was on my list.

GET HIM TEX SHOW THAT EXPLOSIVE TESTICLE WHOS BOSS

Okay… the Fellowship of Tucker’s Deadly Sword (bow chika bow wow) is honestly kinda badass… stupidly silly and goofy, but badass

“Hey you leave Kingdom Hearts out of this!” I say, having never played a Kingdom Hearts game.

Also, did not expect Tucker’s sword to be a key

…I hate command…. love Lopez tho

What’s up with Tucker by the way? Guy’s got it worse than the time I accidentally ate over-expired bread

Screw everyone who’s ever said they wanted a “Joker and Harley” relationship yall are dumb. Doc and O’Mally is where it’s at!

And I don’t just mean romantically them even being platonic is entertaining enough… Doc and O’Mally are just an entertaining duo. Period.

Also… Caboose not knowing what sex is hilariously on point with me.

…I hate Andy so goddamn much…

Conclusion: if you had told me that gay alien mpreg was a critical plot point of this season (and probably the next) I would have watched this YEAARS AGO.

Cause what the HELL do you MEAN THE ALIEN IMPREGNATED HIM?!

So recently I decided I would start Red Vs Blue and binge the whole series….

And then proceed to find out that Rooster Teeth was shutting down, as I live under a rock

…but despite that, I’m still gonna document what I think about each season in small little increments ! Cause honestly… this show is really damn good.

Anyway, here are my thoughts

Season 1:

Whoever told me that Midsummer Night’s Dream is the best Comedy of Errors has NOT seen this show.

Also… I thought Caboose was the dumb one, but he’s not that dumb? Does something happen to him oorrr?

I take that back, getting horrifyingly traumatized by Sheila’s death and dealing with Tucker might ALSO give me slight brain damage.

At first I joked and said “ha! What if Tex and Church were gay for each other, and that’s why he lost his girl,” and like… I was kinda right! I mean they weren’t gay but they were (are?) in love with each other!

Also she’s a girl! Kinda expected it later but still, pretty neat!

DAMN DONUT HAS GOT ONE HELL OF A THROWING ARM!

Conclusion: I bet Sarge whimpers….

#red vs blue #red versus blue #rvb #rvb tucker #rvb junior #rvb doc #rvb simmons #rvb caboose #rvb sarge #rvb church #rooster teeth

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kharmii · 2 years ago

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Omegaverse

Bear with me; I've got to nerd rage about a thing, but it might get really crude (WARNING: R-18 EXPLICIT). Also, I'm going to come at you like Emmet when his bro isn't there to stop him from saying 'fuck' (WARNING: ASSHOLE ALERT). I'll keep it under a cut for your consideration. It's about the new stupidest fetish that I've seen recently.....Omegaverse. For my whole history of being on the internet, the stupidest fetish has always been inflation, where a person gets blown up with air into a big round balloon. For examples (if you must) you can look on DeviantArt or Furaffinity.

Omegaverse is a pwop dog-fucking coded kink that is so popular that it is even found in the Muslim world, which is odd because a lot of people in that culture don't even like dogs and think they are filthy and gross (I also think this so I'm an honorary Muslim in that regard). It doesn't make much sense when compared to the dynamics of real dogs that form packs (wolves, jackals, feral dogs, etc). IRL, a male and female dog will form a breeding pair (alphas). After they successfully raise a litter to adulthood, the adult children will often decide to stay with the parents and help raise future litters, becoming betas (bodyguards) or omegas (adults who act like puppies to diffuse tension).

In Omegaverse, the dynamic is basically like S&M where the alphas are the masc doms and the omegas are feminine subs who go into heat once a month like female dogs do. Betas are neither, and they don't really feature into fandom much. They must get to live like normal people and not have to participate in this asinine fuckery. Anyway, the male omegas are so feminine that they are able to get impregnated from a uterus attached to their rectums. Female alphas are so manly that they have penises tucked into their vaginas and are capable of getting a male omega pregnant. Also, they can get pregnant themselves. IDK how this is possible to get another penis into their vaginas to impregnate them when there's already one in there, but lets not kid ourselves...... There are no females in Omegaverse fandoms. Here's a visual to really hit home how ridiculous this is:

Hmmmm.....actually I might be wrong. Alpha females/omega males might be more like intersex people (even though a lot of XXY or Klinefelter's types end up both sterile and severely mentally disabled because it's a chromosomal defect. SEXUH!!)

How did I find out about this degeneracy? Well, because most (meaning like 75% if you go back to when Ingo first arrived in Hisui mid January of 2022 when PLA was released) of the blankshipping tag is full of human-on-animal AUs, even though the subjects are mirror twins. There's a clique of furries who do the omegaverse head canons with the twins. *takes a moment to cover my face with both hands and let out a long sigh of despair* One will be an alpha, whereas the other, omega. There's no preference, and neither Ingo nor Emmet is more or less likely to be the twin head canoned as having a uterus attached to his bunghole.

Side note: Identical twins happen when an embryo at the cellular stage splits into a copy of itself. Mirror twins are even more special because the embryo develops for a few weeks before splitting, and in some cases, it takes too long and they become Siamese twins. The point is that they are genetically identical. Each twin might have minor 'transcription errors' developing in the womb that would allow a geneticist to find an extremely minor difference when doing a full genetic panel. I found that out wondering if it was possible to do a paternity test on identical twins? It would be possible but a full genetic panel would be very costly. What I'm getting at is that having one twin with a uterus in his asshole would be one hell of a transcription error if the other twin didn't also have a uterus......in his asshole.

*squeezes eyes shut* *grabs sides of head* Okay, so I'm basically writing this as a PSA. You're welcome. I let out a few shrill Joker laughs just thinking about writing this, now here I am..... -So anyway, one would think that the twin with the ass-womb would get a hyster-ass-ectomy and get that thing out of there if he was letting his own brother pound him while he's in heat. After all, he wouldn't want to risk having birth control fail and end up carrying his own brother's baby.

Side note 2: If it was possible for an identical twin to breed with his brother, would the baby come out a clone? Would it self-abort in the first trimester from having such severe chromosomal defects? Does the male omega ass-uterus bleed out menstrual blood every month? If so, do the period cramps feel like a painful diarrhea? Am I the only one asking these important questions?

The people writing this have the Subway Bosses doing dumb shit like biting each other so hard they make visible marks so people can see they are taken. The omega will go into ass-estrus once a month, and this will compel him to make a nest to birth potential incest babies. Even though he doesn't really want to, his salandit brain takes completely over causing him to make nests in the stupidest places possible, such as the bathtub, dishwasher, upside-down in a hamper with his legs sticking out, in the washer or dryer if they are front-loaders, etc etc. The more reasonable alpha has to gently direct him to make his nest in a more reasonable location, such as the closet, under the bed, in a cabinet behind the kitchen sink, or up in the joltik web covered attic. The omega will coat his nest in used clothing that smells like the alpha's nasty ball sweat, even though one would think that identical twin ball sweat would smell exactly the same. Oh wait....I forgot that Ingo's ball sweat would smell sweeter. Western fans don't want Emmet to be happy or have any fun, so he doesn't have a sweet tooth like Ingo does (though Japanese fans beg to differ, like, a lot).

-So that's that. Ya know, just because I like my favorite twins being cute together and maybe even SMOOCHING a time or two, doesn't mean I can't criticize other fetishes. I don't have to like everything, and I def don't have to like it when someone takes a hyperfixation of mine and alters it to the point it's unrecognizable. Just because I have a thing for gardevoir and gallade, doesn't mean I can't think a drawing of a human man banging a literal dog on a leash (I've seen this, and one doesn't have to scroll that far on #blankshipping to also see it....maybe mid May?) is disgusting enough to make me want to vomit on my keyboard.

Also, I only post sfw garde and gallade, and I don't mix it with the train twins. IE: I don't have human Ingo x garde Emmet. Add to that, but why is it Emmet who loses his humanity 9 times out of 10? Just because he's more profoundly autistic than Ingo, that means he's supposed to be the animal, serial killer, zombie, robot, etc etc.? Granted, Emmet might be the type of guy to leave you partially skeletonized on his way to escaping if you tried to lock him in a sex dungeon against his will, yet there's no reason why he shouldn't be shown as being no more or less.....humanish than Ingo. They're twins, and they're cute being twins.

#omegaverse #fandumb fail #srsly tho #dumbest ass crap #ass womb #damn furries #subway bosses #ingo #emmet #black and white #is it just me?!#somebody has to say it #troll post #ask me about my million stupid bj aus

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victimhood · 4 years ago

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My TOG cast and crew movie reviews

Ok so watching TOG revived the part of me that LOVES indie-ish/European Arthouse films and I blitzed through a bunch with more to come! Idk who this review serves but I just had to explode in writing or...the feelings would go nowhere.

Love and Basketball

My movie rating: 4 / 5

Favourite parts: the conflict between a tomboy sports loving protagonist and a conventional homemaking mother. To sound cliched, this is the sort of thing only a woman filmmaker can bring out in her films. There’s so much nuance and tension expressed in all the individual women in the film and where that lies in the enforced dichotomy of woman/not a woman--thereby highlighting that IT SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN A DICHOTOMY all of these are in the broad spectrum of womanly behaviors bc they come from women!!! The ending where a husband supports his wife in HER basketball game? LOVE THAT. Music choices are also A++ in this film.

The film also provides some insight into respectability politics--here we have an NBA player who wants his son to do something more conventionally “respectable”. I am not American nor am I Black so someone with more insight would be able to speak to this better, but even so as an audience I could feel it!

TOG cast rating: none, bc it’s the director!! This is Gina Prince-Bythewood’s breakout film but you can palpably feel that she poured her heart and perhaps some of her life experiences in this film!

Martin Eden

My movie rating: 3.5 / 5

Don’t understand the movie, slightly put off by the Nietzschean individualist philosophy. Doubly so after I read that the author of the book (Jack London) is a socialist?? (FTR so am I so like...I’ve had enough of white male indivudalism!!) Stuff like that always reminds me of (500) Days of Summer which is anti-manic pixie dream girl and yet is beloved by aspiring MPDG-philes. Here is a quote from the author himself: London wrote, "One of my motifs, in this book, was an attack on individualism (in the person of the hero). I must have bungled it, for not a single reviewer has discovered it."

Though I have not read the book, I hope the movie is a little more pronounced, in the unraveling of the eponymous protagonist. Luca gives an impressive show of his Acting Range as the protagonist moves through life and goes through a whole bunch of political beliefs in reaction to the situation around him.

I love movies that show the impoverished side of Europe though. The movie does a good job of showing the class conflict within society--at the end of the day, the Martin Eden that has risen through the social ladder is a self-despising man. The bread mopping scene is great, and truly, there is no love for Luca Martinelli like the camera’s love for Luca Martinelli. I love Luca’s bad teeth in this too. Dental health is possibly one of the most obvious, yet most unremarked markers of social class. Nice detail.

TOG cast rating: 5/5 Luca really carries this film on his broaaaaad shoulders. Thank you Luca. Thank you Pietro, for making a movie that lingers so lovingly on Luca’s face, inspiring many a writer to pen horny paeans to the Roman nose and the Byzantine eyes. I even saw one about the lop of hair over the eyes. Yes….watching Luca is a very physiological experience.

They Call Me Jeeg (Lo Chiamavano Jeeg Robot)

My movie rating: 4 / 5

Ok this movie is quite male-gazey in the conventional action movie way. Moments where the damsel is in distress are filmed in a somewhat titillating manner. That aside, the damsel in distress does get a moment of glory, though it shortly precedes her death. The hero of the film I also found not too groundbreaking. He starts out as a thief but is given superpowers, and he’s mostly a sad loser who watches too much porn in his free time, though the damsel’s belief in him helps turn him around to the greater good. The story moves at a quick pace and with twists and turns at each corner which help the enjoyability rating.

Really, the standout of this movie is the villain. Fabio (Lo Zingaro) is fantastically deranged, in a style that surpasses the Joker. The only thing I truly have to say about this movie is that the moment where Lo Zingaro barges in on the hero and the camera POV switches from third person to first person and the hero is on the verge of fainting but all he sees is Lo Zingaro saying “Ciao”.........reader, I am speaking from the afterlife. Again, truly, there is no love for Luca Marinelli like the camera’s love for Luca Marinelli. My heart stopped when I saw Fabio’s face in such a tender, loving proximity...and yet...he is deranged...he wants to kill you….TAKE ME NOW FABIO I AM YOURS *lovelorn Victorian sigh*

Perhaps I might issue a CW that there is a trans character in the film. The character doesn’t appear for too long, and I think the portrayal is mostly neutral to borderline negative for playing to stereotypes. The damsel in distress’s story carries a huge TW for sexual abuse and incest.

TOG cast rating: 5/5 just for that 1st person POV scene alone--that was life changing. I did not expect to be greeted so intimately by a completely deranged motherfucker. I want it as my phone wallpaper.

A Bigger Splash

My movie rating: 4.5 / 5

I loooooooved Bigger Splash so much?? But this is because I love Tilda Swinton and I love Ralph Fiennes. While watching this, I don’t know why, but I just kept thinking, aaaaand this guy is also Voldemort (Fiennes). I love the implausibility and yet here we are.

Matthias is so boyfriend-shaped in this movie, I wanted to snuggle up against him and have him care for me. He’s a wonderful boyfriend, and Ralph Fiennes’s character truly, is the Most Annoying Mansplainer type ever, like, you’ve probably met that type, who thinks he’s slick and loves the sound of his own voice and I 100% related when Matthias’s character just...has had enough of Ralph Fiennes’s character. But oopsie, the rest is a spoiler.

THE SOUNDTRACK IS AWESOME also it’s got St Vincent covering the Rolling Stones and St Vincent is the lesbian guitar hero of your dreams, please give St Vincent more love.

TOG cast rating: 5 / 5 Matthias is butt naked in the opening scenes of the movie, and then he appears full frontal nude later on. But mostly he just looks so snuggly like a big boyfriend hoodie.

Rabat

My movie rating: 4 / 5

Wow ok I LOVED THIS ONE A LOT. Idk what I was expecting, but it was a beautiful, beautiful ride. It’s a perfect expression of the “roadtrip story” form. It’s got the adventure, the hijinks, the conflict and the “transformative growth” that comes out of the conflict. It’s about the MENA immigrant experience in Europe, and though from a different community as someone who’s had the immigrant experience myself I loved the part where they talk about people back home thinking they’re rich for having moved abroad. Yet--in many white-dominated countries, non-white immigrants live under an incredibly bulletproof glass ceiling and moving “upward” in society is a pipe dream. I loved when the main character Nadir mentions his dad’s taxi being a reliable source of income for the past 15 years. I think it’s such a warm and human film played by very warm and human characters, and [mild spoiler] I CACKLED SO MUCH at how Nadir “resolves” the question of marriage--I can’t go into too much detail bc the movie builds up to this but I LAUGHED SO MUCH. It’s the blend of total inappropriateness delivered in the most sincere package played to perfection.

TOG cast rating: 3/5 criminally underused Marwan bc he is not the main character. Marwan is a womanizing, alcohol-loving Tunisian friend in this story who buys a...bootleg? Hugo Boss suit for 200 Euros and then rips it up to form shorts bc the weather is too hot. The story implies he has a more complex backstory re: his relationship to his father as well as having impregnated a girl and escaping paternal responsibility for that but doesn’t give us much more. At one point, one character remarks that he would do “horrible” things (implying sexual interest) to Marwan’s character and ALAS I MUST AGREE.

...AAAAAND we’ll have more to come!! I promised a friend to watch Beale Street together so it’s gonna take a while for that to happen thx covid.

#the old guard #the old guard cast #tog cast #Gina Prince-Bythewood #luca marinelli #matthias schoenaerts #marwan kenzari #love and basketball #martin eden #a bigger splash #lo chiamavano jeeg robot #they call me jeeg #rabat

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whumpbby · 5 years ago

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Both. Both is good. I like Dick rebuilding Jason forcibly into something softer and more acceptable, and part of that is learning to take a cock little wing. Is this a world where technically male omegas can impregnate, but it’s pretty rare? Both pregnant in the end, soft and purring with their round bellies, would be really cute. Since they’re both omegas, any offspring they have would belong to their alphas so they’ve been proven fertile, but not soiled and now there’s two prime Wayne omegas

Hmm, I am thinking that even though Dick would like a pup sometime, he’s not having much hope for it - his life is too hard for a pup, he’s aware that he will probably die young and doesn’t want to leave a child behind, and can’t afford to step away form vigilantism to raise one properly, so these are just fantasies he sometimes indulges in.

And then Jason - at first the idea is to get Jason calm down and bring him back into the family, and Dick isn’t stupid, he knows that conflict with Bruce is nothing he can even attempt to solve on his own, so he works on maybe softening the edges of it, making it well enough for Jason to be able to visit Alfred and stay in Gotham without Bruce hounding him... but then he notices what a mess Jay is and how the confrontation with the Joker and Bruce’s idiotic decision (”I don’t care how you panicked and how high you think of your boomerang skills, Bruce, that was a BAD CHOICE!”) and how it all just builds up stress in the other omega and he starts to fear that Jay’s body may go into shock and kill him again. He doesn’t know if Pit’s influence is lasting and if it protects one form the Stress Shock, so he has to do something to stop it from happening!

The priority changes to making Jay calm down and get his nature to straighten up, to get his hormones in balance, so he can think straight again...

And the easiest way to do it - even if it’s somewhat morally ambiguous - is to induce a heat for long enough for the hormones to catch up. The hing is that with how messed up Jason is, it may take a while...

And Dickie knows how underhanded that is and how he’d not even consider it as an option otherwise, how he’d hate someone doing this to him, but Bats are hypocrites and he just doesn’t want Jason to die again, and Bruce is unwilling to stop his self-indulgent self-flagellation yet, and they have to do something! And it really won’t be worse than what the al Ghuls did to Jay and, hell, the omega may even leave Gotham afterwards, but he will leave healthier and better adjusted!

So, Dick plans and prepares and Jason doesn't know what hit him, one day he clashes with Nightwing and... well, from that point on everything grow hazy...

Dick is dedicated and once the heat is induced, keeping an omega in it isn’t that hard - there are drugs that can do it, some meds that have that side-effect and also legit medical instrument that get inserted to stimulate the omega from the inside and keep the slick going (that are used to stave off the shock syndrome and sometimes during difficult labour, etc), and then you build a nest and voila, the omega turns lazy and soft around the edges, and receptive, and Dick uses that receptiveness to turn on his natural caring behaviour to ridiculous heights (as Nightwing of Dick he can’t be all mushy omega, but now...) - he’s showing his little wing all the care and kindness he should have shown him form the beginning, he wants Jasy to experience a good nest for the first time in his life, he teaches him about his body, his reactions, he gets to the bottom of Jay’s trauma post-death... it’s a week of softness and cooing and gentle touching, and Jay melting... and at the end of it Dick - he doesn’t want it to end.

He keeps thinking what will happen once Jay regains his higher faculties and decides to sideline his instincts again, what will happen when he returns to the path of crime and what can happen to him there... it’s unsafe, it’s terrible to think about, to consider the next week when Jason disappears on them.

Or worse - finds an alpha who isn’t good at all. Now that his instincts are awake, he may be looking for a knot and inexperienced omegas can get seriously hurt by cruel alphas, and Dick doesn’t want it to happen.

And he just... he really doesn’t want to lose this - Jay was a spunky kid, sure, but he was so kind and good, and starved for love, and Dick has a feeling that this Jason may be closer to that kid than the angry wraith that returned to them at first. This may be the Jason they could have had if everything went right. He might have had an omega brother, a packmate to guide through adolescence. Just like this, but without the need for subterfuge...

#headcanon #Anonymous

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sassydefendorflower · 5 years ago

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Mothers, Women, Heroes

Barbara never wanted to have kids.

She remembered a moment in her childhood when she looked at the news, saw yet another catastrophe and thought “Who would willingly put someone else through this?”. Many things had changed since then. She now understood more than tiny Barbara could have ever wished to comprehend, she knew that other people longed for this extremely deep connection that came with birthing a child. She knew others saw the catastrophes in the world and knew their kid would be safe. Or would possibly save them all. She knew being a mother was the biggest wish for some and she could not belittle that desire.

And yet one thing never changed for Barbara: She never wanted to have kids.

But that was not the bad part, the part for which she sometimes hated herself. Many women in her field of work thought like that after all. Batwoman and Huntress for example were both childless as well and quite happy with that. Hell, fucking Wonder Woman was without a child and none the poorer for it.

No, the part that made Barbara squirm when she thought too deep about it, the part that made her think she might be a horrible person after all, was that she was relieved after her adventure (torture-pain-suffering-hate) with the Joker.

Scratch that. She had been devastated. Depressed. She hadn’t spoken to most of her friends and family for ages. She had felt worthless. But when Doctor Thompkins told her that she would probably never have children that were biologically hers, she was relieved. Oh, so relieved.

You see, Barbara had been afraid of getting pregnant since she first heard the word “impregnate” in Sex Ed. She had been afraid to have sex with people because what if she got pregnant? She would have to get an abortion. There was no way for her to carry that child. There was no part of her who would ever want that. And no way for her to hide it from her dad.

And yet... she had been a teenager. She had been 16/17. She had been in love. She had been horny. So, she took the over-cautious route: She got prescriptions for the pill, she thought about getting an implant, she made sure to only have sex on her least fertile days of her circle, she never slept with someone who didn’t use a condom...

And it worked. Barbara never got pregnant. But there was always an undercurrent of fear when she slept with her lovers. Because there is no such thing as 100% safety, Barbara knew that. Fuck, Batgirl probably knew that better than most.

Still, the moment with Leslie alone in her hospital room cast a shadow off her heart. Made it losing her legs worth it? No, that’s not how this works. Did it make it more bearably if only for a moment? Maybe, yes.

And that was before Oracle. Before Barbara found herself again, her purpose, her humor, the steely resolve that had sent her on the streets in the first place. She no longer felt as the Barbara in the hospital felt, and yet that first moment of relief would probably always stay with her. Just as that little girl would stay with her. Just as she was now - happy, infertile, in a loving relationship, a hero - would always stay with her.

She was an ever changing person. Maybe she would change someday. She probably would. Maybe she would want kids someday. She could imagine it when she looked at Cass and Steph and felt pride well up inside of her. Maybe. There was literally an endless sea of possibility in front of her. And yet she knew that there was one thing she would never regret: Her inability to bear children.

#dc #batman #batgirl #oracle #barbara gordon #batfam #tw pregnancy #abortion mention #safe sex #discussions of safe sex #and #pregnancy related trauma mention #this was suddenly in my head today #and i felt as if Barbara would be a good character to explore this with #because i was thinking about this stuff #and now we have this

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redhoodieone · 5 years ago

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Don’t Tell Me Part 8

A/N: And…here’s Part 8! I kind of thought it would have taken longer for me to post it, but I guess the inspiration was coming to me like visions, so I finished it in no time! There will be an epilogue as a Part 9 (with smut!) if anyone is interested in it. I did get teary eyed writing this, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: Language.

Don’t Tell Me Part 8

3 Months Later

Y/N’s Point of View

I’m having a hard time climbing out of bed. After feeling queasy last night, I just want to lie in bed, watch an old renaissance Disney movie, eat whatever I’m craving, and just rub my baby bump, and talk to the little boy I’m carrying.

I’m definitely in the mood for tacos.

The thought of giving birth to a baby boy who will surely look and most likely act like Jason terrifies me. We haven’t spoken since that morning I left, but I know he watches me every day and every night, because I know his eyes are the ones who follow my every move. I can always sense Jason’s protectiveness. His shadow resembles a guardian angel’s sometimes, especially when I feel more alone than ever. My apartment door opens and closes. “Y/LN! I come bringing food that I believe will satisfy your cravings!” Damian calls out. I grin wildly, and I climb out of bed to greet Damian in the kitchen. He holds up a sophisticated looking lunch carrier, and hands me a sandwich. “It’s healthy, Y/LN. It’s a tuna fish sandwich with pickles inside. Pennyworth and I want to make sure you’re eating well since my nephew needs to be developed greatly if he is to fight alongside me one day. You only have three months left of pregnancy, and do not forget our class tonight at the clinic. But returning to my original point, I will not tolerate a weak nephew, and I-” The second I taste it, my mouth waters with my gag reflex kicking in. It’s disgusting! It smells awful! “Oh my God!” I cry out. Covering my mouth, I run to the kitchen trash can, and I throw away the sandwich as I puke up the food my cravings do not accept. Damian signs regretfully. “I’m truly sorry, Y/N. I-I didn’t think tuna fish and pickles were in your ‘bad food’ list. Perhaps something else will satisfy your hunger. Does anything come to mind? Just tell me now and I’ll go fetch it for you.” I groan miserably and end up on the couch. Damian follows me, and he sits beside me where he rubs my swollen belly. “You know Y/LN, despite this child belonging to Todd, I am quite grateful you were impregnated. I was always treated unfairly as a small child in our family, and now that there is a much younger male coming into our family, I can finally be viewed as an equal amongst Grayson, Todd, and Drake. And even if you’re raising this child as a single parent, I will gladly and willingly assist you if you acquire any help necessary. With my knowledge and skills, I can help raise this child to exceed all great expectations,” Damian reassures me. I smile, even when Jason’s brought up, it just reminds me of how he’s not here and how he’ll probably never be around to see our son. “Have you thought of names, Y/LN? If I may suggest, name the child after me. Damian is a true warrior’s name. After all, if the child is going to be raised with me around, my name can rub off on him and he will surely look up to me. I will be the most fit role model, and I will never let you two down,” Damian continues. I notice I’m getting sleepy again. Between my sick stomach, growing worries of being a single parent, and missing Jason more than anything, my body and mind’s stresses me to the point where I’m lying on the couch. Damian takes notice, and he reaches for the throw blanket nearby and covers me. He kicks off his shoes, sits up, and holds my legs in his lap. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Please do not worry or be sad. You’re not alone, and I will make sure you and the child will be taken care of. I promise Todd that, as well.” I fall asleep to Damian’s soothing words, and with the comfort of his hand caressing my big bump.

Tim’s point of view

Waking to complete silence is almost foreign to me. I’ve become used to beeping sounds from my computers, tablets, anything electronic, really. The curtains are pulled back, and the sunlight brightens the dark room I’ve called my own Batcave since I was Robin. I rub my eyes, and I force myself to get up to shower. Ever since the family saved me, I’ve become a patient in this home. Bruce has made it his mission to rehabilitate me, Alfred counsels me from time to time, Dick exercises and trains with me, and even Superman has brought me to the Watchtower to work with him on cases and missions; just to keep me busy. I suppose I’m getting better, and the guilt I feel every day is enough for me to want to get better. I haven’t even seen or spoken to Y/N or Jason since that morning I heard she left. They’re probably happy together now, and who can blame them? I wasn’t enough for Y/N, and I’m more than positive Jason hates me more than he’s ever hated me before. It’s almost the afternoon. It’s time to meditate. I sit cross legged on the yoga mat Barbara gave me, and I close my eyes. Breathing in. Breathing out. Relaxing every muscle in his tense body. Releasing all the harsh breaths. Tim finds himself in good silence. He imagines all his demons and guilt will be put to rest, but he even doubts anyone else will forgive him and move on. “Mind some company?” Jason’s voice startles Tim. After his initial shock, Tim motions for Jason to sit beside him. Jason looks worn out. A stubble is growing on his strong jawline, there are bags underneath his eyes, and he looks exhausted and weak. Tim for once in his life, felt that he looked better than Jason for once. The little comment in his head warns him to not get carried away with comparing himself to his brother. The two Batboys sit side by side on the purple yoga mat. Tim knows from Bruce’s advice that the only way he can move on from all of this is to face his problems, make amends, forgive himself, and look forward. Easier said than done. Tim keeps his eyes open, as his gaze stays on the bamboo plant growing in an emerald colored vase. Jason finds where Tim’s staring, and does the same. “You hate me, don’t you?” Jason asks. His voice is low, and there’s guilt in him. “I can’t hate you, when I already hate myself,” Tim whispers, only enough for Jason to hear him. Jason scoffs. “Why do you hate yourself? You were infected by Joker’s secret microchip in the back of your neck. If anything, you’re a fucking victim. As for me, I’m the reason why Y/N cheated on you.” “Look,” Tim’s voice breaks for a second. He’s in the verge of crying, but the last thing he wants is to cry in front of Jason fucking Todd. “I do take full responsibility and I’m already accepting the consequences of my actions for what I did to Y/N, but it doesn’t excuse everything I’ve done. I could have killed her and the baby. And as for our relationship, it was doomed since the beginning it started. W-what happened between Y/N and I, it was both of our mistakes. You’re not exactly a reason, Jason.” “What do you mean?” Jason sobs. He’s clearly not caring anymore if anyone sees him cry. He must be in so much pain, and he’s at the point where he’s releasing his feelings out just so he won’t blow up on anyone. Tim exhales, and focuses on his older brother. Just seeing Jason cry makes Tim realize, the problems are affecting everyone. And the only way to solve them is to address them, forgive themselves, and move forward. “I know I shouldn’t have dated Y/N. I-I guess I was just desperate enough to date a gorgeous, smart, kind, and funny girl just so everyone would see me as...cool. It’s really lame, I know. But being the shortest and younger brother compared to you and Dick, it really takes a toll on you from time to time. I mean, Dick had beautiful women like Barbara and Kori, and you had Isabelle and Artemis. The only girl I dated was Stephanie, and she just used me to be Batgirl at that time. And for once, just seeing Y/N take an interest in me...that made me feel really cool like you and Dick. So, that’s my problem. I got into a relationship just to be cool, and I didn’t even take her feelings seriously,” Tim confesses. He begins to cry, unable to contain himself just to get through this. Jason rubs Tim’s back with support and comfort. “And the thing is...I don’t think I was even ready for a relationship. I’m not ready to be dating, engaged, or even having sexual relations with someone, when I’m not even comfortable with myself. And just admitting this and hearing it now just makes me seem more pathetic than anything. Huh?” Jason shakes his head. “No Tim, you’re not pathetic. The fact that you can tell the truth makes you stronger than you think. You’re brave enough to admit it, and here I am...a fucking coward who can’t even talk to the woman he’s in love with,” Jason says softly. “I’m fucking pathetic.” “I know you love Y/N, and I know she loves you. But I don’t know why you’re still here when you should be with her when she needs you the most.” “I need to be here for you because you’re my brother, Tim. I can’t just leave you and be with her after everything that has happened,” Jason says regrettably. “She doesn’t even want me around.” “After everything that has happened, Jason, I just...I just want things to go back to normal. I just want us to be brothers and friends again. I want to go back to creating more gadgets, and sort through the files in the cave that are probably not alphabetized or even organized. And even if Y/N and I don’t love each other the way we thought we did, I just want us to love each other as friends, because at the end of the day, she was a good friend to me and I rather have her in my life than not in it at all,” Tim admits. “Just don’t tell me about your sex life with her, and I’ll be good. I swear.” “You really mean all that?” Jason asks softly. He chuckles at the last part Tim says. Tim’s baby blue eyes tear up. He nods his head and hugs his brother. The two embrace each other and forgive each other the way they need to just so they can move forward. Together. “I’m sorry, Tim. I’m so sorry for everything,” Jason apologizes sincerely. “I’m sorry too, Jay. I just...I just want things to get better. I want to feel better,” Tim chokes out. “You will, Tim. You will. We all will.” Tim pulls away and wipes his tears away. “And Jason?” “Yeah Tim?” Jason responds; rubbing his own eyes. “Please tell me Damian isn’t going to influence your son. We don’t need a second Damian.” Jason laughs, for the first time in three long months. “I sure hope not. If he does, then I hope we’ll be ready for war at the Manor.”

Y/N’s Point of View

I must have been asleep for a long time; a long nap to be exact. I wake to a hungry stomach, and with Damian’s head beside mine. He’s lying in front of me, with my back against the couch. We must have been really exhausted to sleep for four-five hours. This pregnancy has been very difficult, very frightening, but a learning and tiring experience. I’m so hungry right now. I glance down and smile how Damian is fast asleep. His face is close to mine, as we are sharing the same pillow. As I’m bundled in a blanket, he’s sleeping without one; since he figures I need it more than him. His mouth is in a pouting form, and his dark hair that was once spiked is now messy and wavy from the nap. Damian’s a good kid. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but he’s grown up to be someone good. I really hope my son will be the same, too. “Damian,” I whisper. I gently shake his arm. Damian awakens in panic. He sits up and looks all around us. “Y/N? What’s the matter? Is something wrong with the child?” he asks worriedly. “No, no of course not. I’m sorry to make you think something’s wrong, but I’m just hungry,” I say. “Okay, then I shall get us some food. Do you have anything in mind?” Damian asks, rubbing the sleepiness from his piercing green eyes. A knock on the door alarms us. Damian is the first to move to the door. He peers through the keyhole, and groans in protest. “Y/N, you should go hide. I wasn’t aware imbeciles would be harassing us at this hour,” Damian says in annoyance. “Damian, you little shit! Open this fucking door right now, or I’m going to rip out your spine from your body and shove it so far up your ass, you’ll be shitting out bones for a year!” Jason yells furiously through the door. “You better believe him, demon spawn. He’s taking off his gloves right now,” Tim’s voice is heard from behind the door, too. “If you believe you can speak to me like that Todd, then I’ll just ask the Joker for a spare crowbar and I can reenact your little, pathetic torture session and make sure Father’s late to save you again!” Damian retorts enraged. “Why you fucking little-” I quickly get up and push Damian aside, before Jason can finish his next deadly threat. The second I open the front door, there stands Jason and Tim. The way all our eyes meet is the second I stop breathing. After only three months of not seeing either of them, it’s like seeing them again for the first time. Like the first time at Bat Burger. I look to Jason and see how he’s standing tall, but his head is lowered as if he knows he shouldn’t be here. He’s dressed in dark pants with his red hoodie. His hair is messy, and his alluring blue eyes show all the trouble and guilt he’s been dealing with since I left. Tim looks well since everything that has happened. He’s dressed in his dress pants and a blue polo shirt. He looks refreshed and healthy, and a small positive smile is on his face. It makes me feel a little better just seeing him smile. “Hi Y/N,” Tim greets me softly first. “Can we talk? All three of us?” “Why?” I ask nervously. What could they possibly have to say to me, except ‘we hate you and want you dead’ or something? “Please...” Jason’s voice cracks. He must be afraid I’ll say no and turn him away. It kills me to see him so distraught. “It will help us,” Tim vows politely. “I promise.” Damian scoffs. He stands in front of me with his arms crossed. “Only five minutes you fools, because Y/N is pregnant, and she doesn’t require any more stress or pressure. We must keep the child happy, healthy, and loved,” Damian says seriously. “Since when did you become a baby expert?” Tim asks him. “Since the day I vowed to assist and care for Y/N and her son since the child will need a strong role model to protect her. And I believe I meet all of the requirements, and I am best suited for the job,” Damian explains. Jason rolls his eyes. He then steps forward and comes closer to me. After three months of not seeing each other (except for him following me around), he sees how much I’ve changed. The baby bump is bigger, and I have three months left to go before our son is born. “You look beautiful,” Jason whispers to me. “Thank you,” I reply, not even sure what to say at the moment. Tim strolls over to me. He slowly reaches out for my hand, and he holds it gently. I squeeze his hand to let him know I trust him. “Let’s talk first, because after we’re done, I think Jason has a lot to say,” Tim says, as he leads us to my balcony to talk. The second the sliding door closes, we’re facing each other. The silence is comfortable for a while, until I realize we have to speak for us to fix our problems. “Sometimes I wish we didn’t have to say anything. Like, the silence is enough for us to know what we’re thinking. Wouldn’t it make life easier?” I ask, breaking the ice slowly but surely. “If life was easy, then life wouldn’t be worth living, now would it?” Tim asks. “That’s right, I forget how you firmly believe problems and bad things make life worth living,” I say with a laugh. I look over at him. “It’s like, life isn’t real unless you suffer sometimes. Just like if you don’t experience pain, then you’re not really alive.” “It’s about the journey, Y/N. We’re human. We’re supposed to feel happiness, sadness, embarrassment, pain, joy, fear, love, and loss. Because if none of those things existed, then what is our true purpose to live? How do we get to our destination? What is the point in living?” Tim asks me seriously. “And if we couldn’t speak, then how can we differentiate voices and that wouldn’t make life fun. I believe speaking is more fun than communicating in minds.” He’s always been passionate about philosophy. That’s always been Tim’s secret. “I get it, Tim. God, you’re so stubborn,” I tease playfully. I reach across to shove him away but he doesn’t even move. “Then don’t question my philosophical opinions.” “Next time I won’t,” I agree. We fall back into a silence until Tim glances at me. “I already know we’re not going to be together. I know we can’t be together. And to be perfectly honest, I think it’s for the best, Y/N. I...entered this relationship with other goals in mind. I was only dating you because for the first time in my life, I felt and truly believed I was like Dick and Jason. I felt so cool being a hero with a beautiful girl like you. I realize now that I can’t be in a relationship because I have to learn to love myself, and be comfortable in my own skin, before I can love anyone else. I wasn’t honest with you, and I’m really sorry about that. Even if we’re not in love with each other, I really love you as a friend, and I hope we can still be friends,” Tim confesses. He takes a deep breath, and he feels the heavy weight being lifted off his shoulders. “I want us to be how we were in the beginning. Close friends who can call each other late at night just to about our crazy dreams. Close friends who pig out on Friday nights and watch stupid movies. Close friends who are there to pick each other up whenever we fall. That’s what I want the most.” I smile, even feeling relieved because Tim’s friendship is what I want the most, too. “I want that too, Tim. I want it more than anything, and I’m still sorry I cheated on you. I should have never done that,” I apologize. Tears fall from my eyes because I hope he can forgive me. Tim’s eyes tear up as well. “And I’m sorry about everything else. Kidnapping you, putting a microchip in your neck, and for trying to kill you...and your baby...” Tim cries a lot harder now. “You weren’t yourself. It’s okay, Tim. The baby and I are just fine,” I reassure him softly. “I know, but it kills me to know I almost did. How about we just...move forward? Whatever happened back then, it’s all behind us. If we keep bringing up the past, then the past isn’t really behind us. I know we all did things we’re not proud of and have done things that are not right. I...want to be a better person. I even want to take better care of myself, and as long as you and Jason are next to me, then this family can get through anything,” Tim says, and with a small smile, he hugs me. I hug him back. I can feel Tim’s tears falling down his shirt, where my head is pressed against. We cry. We hug. We decide as friends to move forward. “Moving forward?” Tim whispers in my ear. “Moving forward.” And we take that first step together.

We head back inside after spending an hour out on the balcony. Tim and I spot Jason and Damian sitting in the living room, far away from each other. Damian’s seated in the middle of the couch, with Jason seated in my recliner chair.

“That was an hour, Drake. I precisely said five minutes,” Damian snaps. Jason stands up the moment I walk into the living room. “We’re okay, Jason,” Tim informs him. Jason nods his head and rubs the back of his neck anxiously. “Maybe we should...” he begins and then stops. “I don’t want to talk right now. Can’t we just...take things slow and go from there when we’re comfortable and things aren’t confusing?” I ask, silently hoping he agrees with me. I can’t be worried right now. I can’t stress over the situation of us. I have to think about our baby. “Yes, we can do that,” Jason agrees, and nods his head. Even with our new agreement, it doesn’t take too long for Jason to realize we’re okay. He rushes to me and hugs me; not too tightly to hurt the baby, though. The way our bodies are pressed against each other, I finally feel safe and at home. Jason barely pulls away from me and I take a daring chance to stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. The way our lips brush up against each other reignites the fire between us once more. The fireworks shoot throughout my body to my sensitive but pleasurable core. He can feel it too. The second our mouths open, Jason slips his tongue into my mouth and we once again, savor each other’s kisses and taste. “Okay, you are both expecting a child already. Do you really want to put another child inside Y/N at this moment?” Damian asks with serious concern. But then he smirks. “Perhaps a niece this time. Get going on it, Todd. You should still have some good swimmers.” Tim chuckles. “Come on, Damian. Let’s give them a little privacy.” “I already know how babies are created, Drake. I do not need another lecture.” “Okay, how about we go back to the Manor and Google porn?” Tim suggests. “We can watch videos and critique them. I used to do that with Dick and Jason way back then.” Damian exhales, and glances back at Y/N and Jason making out. “Well, why not? It’s better than getting the live show here. And besides, Drake. Grayson has Gordon, Todd has Y/LN, and we only have each other,” Damian points out. Tim and Damian...friends? “Somebody please help me.”

#dc comics #batfamily #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #tim drake #damian wayne

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hakka84 · 5 years ago

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Warren “The Mass-Murderer” Worthington III

Now that I’m trying to catch up with X-Men after I abruptly left in 2012 after the ending of the Dark Angel saga...

You might have no idea how it feels to discover your favorite hero (turned temporarily bad to good to bad to good to bad to good then... I stopped counting before Second Coming even happened) character ever is a mass-murderer that guys like X-fellow Wolverine pale in comparison. Given that I left right after the aforementioned Dark Angel Saga, I did know about Tucker Creek/Tabula Rasa (although I either forgot the detail or in the X-Force issues it wasn’t mentioned the population number), but... hm. So, old metal-winged Warry, as first action of his glorious but short-lived ruling of Apoccydom as King Archangel the First, murdered 5301 people. Ok. I guess... Fine. I mean, who’s the loser who doesn’t wipe out an entire city from the maps on a plan to start-jump evolution at least once in their life? Don’t get me wrong, I love to death (no pun intended) the X-Force/Uncanny X-Force run that ended with the Dark Angel saga, so beam me up to all this Warren-shaped murdering, Scotty.

But then the children he impregnated his Horseman Death with in a creepy one-night stand when he was still spoken for with some very in-love British ninja called Psylocke.. I was saying, those Worthington heirs, raised in the future by a time-traveler child-kidnapper who’s in serious need of reading some good-parenting books (because ordering your adoptive son to remove his twin sisters’s eyes as punishment because he failed to hate humans after you dumped them in a mutant concentration camp of a dark future timeline to have them grow out of that silliness that is “mercy”... is a no-no, in every good dad’s book; even Magneto isn’t that shitty, and he’s the worst father around, if you ask Scarlet Witch!), after some murdering here and there because of reasons (all their own worshipers from clan Akkaba / "out of mercy") go and put a plan in motion that will have all the population on Earth - minus the mutants - wiped out of existence thanks to the handy anger of a not-friendly Celestial. A plan that is successful (Earth is crushed and the Solar Systems loses its lovely third planet), that eventually fails and status quo is fixed back to its proper state (namely = an Earth standing between Venus and Mars) only because 7-something years later a stubborn Summers (what’s with the Summers? Everything’s always about them!) manages to win his anarchist rebellion (against the powers that be in the X-Heaven the mutants are living after Earth went kaboom) and his Uncanny Avengers can finally go back in time and change things so that Thor can stop the Celestial from blowing up Earth. Ah, yes, I was forgetting that the plan also came with the deletion of SEVEN TIMELINES that became one, so... how many bilions (of bilions) of people does this amounts to?

Way to go Warren! I’m so proud of you. As Archangel you surpassed your metaphorical father, that blue-lips small blip in history called a so-not-treating name like APOCALYPSE to ascend to Best Apocalypse ever. Clap clap. To know you will never discover how much you achieved with that night-stand (because I doubt anyone ever told you about the Apocalypse Twins, especially given you still were in your “Formatted Then Installed a Different Operative System Just Please Revert Back Because The Hardware Doesn’t Agree With The New Version” state at the time) brings me such sadness...

But, between you and me: just to be on the safe side, I’d opt for a vasectomy. I’m not sure if you’ll ever get back with Elizabeth again (after breaking up during the X-Man crisis) in the coming Dawn of X era (I will make sacrifices to the gods for it to happen because NOBODY TOUCHES MY FAVORITE X-COUPLE but I’m much pessimistic as of now), but I wouldn’t trust you and the former-ninja-assassin-killing-addict Betsy with an heir, not even adopted - let alone one who shares with you genetics and mutant abilities. We already have an Apocalypse (or not?), and a Galactus, and a Thanos for our mass-murdering evil needs: an Archangel Jr. with Omega-telepathic abilities and Hand-training skills inherited from mommy... hm, no. I’ll think I’ll pass, thank you.

Jean Grey went (or not) Dark Phoenix and ate a star, killing its star system (and its billion of inhabitants). Cyclops went (or not) terrorist. Beast... hmm, he plays with time continuum like we sapiens play with our tv remote control... What Iceman could do to keep up with his best-and-oldest friends? Bring back the Ice Age and kill all life on Earth? I mean, he cannot just twiddle his thumbs until the time comes he’s ready to become that Ice Master guy whose inability to pick his lovers will doom the galaxy. I mean, yes, that would put him right in the winning place, surpassing Jean’s Dark Phoenix’s deeds, and he would stand a chance to beat Nate Grey for the award for X-Man Who Fucked Up The Worst Ever, but that’s just tooooooo forward in the future. He needs to act now! I hear he encased Earth in ice at some point? I still have to get to that part or X-Title, but it’s not enough, my beloved X-icicle.

^ picture above featuring a confused Bobby Drake wondering what he should do to not be snubbed further by the “Mass Murders, Jerks, Terrorists and Friendly Time-place Continuum Threats Club” his O5-friends have founded without giving him a call (or not even sending him a card, how rude of them!). They go and award Professor Xavier the honorary membership* and him, the reliable joker and beer-cooler of the group, just nothing? Not a fancy certificate on precious paper with gold engravings to hang next to the accountant certification to make papa William and mama Madeline proud or to show to potential new lovers? Not even an invite to crash at the inauguration party? They didn’t even save him a Phoenix-shaped expensive canape or a piece of the Archangel-shaped blue and purple cake!

* Seriously, Charlie’s a jerk, a creep (coff loving 15yrs JeanGrey coff) a manipulative liar and someone who raised scared children into ruthless soldiers (coff Scott Summers coff) and erased the memory of the very existence of teens who died in the field (coff Gabriel Summers coff), but, recent-O5-strictly speaking...

Brought to you by 20th Century X, with supervision of the Cameron Hodge Right and in collaboration of Apocalypse Production, only on Mojo Prime:

The high-flying Angel Gets Mass-Murdererer: the series. S2, E10: That one time when it was Xavier’s Fault that I got my metal wings spattered with blood and body bits and nor I nor my closest friends remember it happening because our putative father whom we trusted for the most of our lives manipulated our minds, including the one of our own Omega-level telepatic one/fifth, into forgetting.

#Warren Worthington III #x-men #bobby drake

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victor-of-latveria · 5 years ago

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A Worthy Challenge

Earth had been subject to a cornucopia of oddities during its history. Secret kingdoms, invasions, and wars had painted a unique tapestry in the multiverse. Dimensions and timelines would fluctuate at a whim by the actions of men who did not know the full scope of their power. It was a history and a world that only he, Doctor Doom, could manage. But in all of his years with dealing with Atlanteans, gamma irradiated monstrosities, gods and demons, this would perhaps be the first time he could see a crisis beginning to form.

The energy readings earliest connection point was in Manhattan. He quickly eliminated that a fool like Richards was already dealing with raw multiversal energy. He had hoped to send his own machines to read it when a unique individual came to Latervia’s border. He claimed to another Captain Marvel, but he did not resemble the Kree soldier or any of his affiliations. The man seemed just as confused and instead of wielding alien technology, the man was knowledgeable in the mystic arts. Still, he used his power for brute force and energy blasts. He may have been strong, but Steven Strange, the man was not.

Having successfully stopped the attack and sending the fraudulent Marvel away, Doom had moved himself to his war room to assess the scope of what was going on. Lined with hyper advanced technology the world could not even fathom, Doom had made sure that his defenses would be top of the line for his nigh impregnable fortress. It was here that he could see the extent of the crisis at hand.

The first of these multiversal energy signs began popping up in Manhattan, then Westchester. Soon the globe had reports of people vanishing and being replaced by foreigners, not noble and vile. After several scans of from his satellites and Doom was able to see the same residue of multiversal energy clinging to these people, such as the Captain he had faced earlier.

“Boris.” Doom called out. His trusted servant came at once, never too far away and relieved that Latveria’s ruler had returned victorious from the intruder. “The city’s defenses must be doubled. We must send a patrol squad and see if our citizens are all accounted for.”

The world was focused on the larger populous. Figures like the Avengers, X-Men, and higher profile individuals would be the first to be noticed. The smaller ones, the citizens of the world and beyond, would be overlooked. If something had managed to penetrate his land’s defenses, to actually steal any Latverian man, woman or child from their homes, Doom would see to it that whoever was responsible would pay dearly.

Boris obeyed, moving quickly to see that Doom’s commands were met. Doom was already working on his plans. The man he had fought used magic in a very foreign way and was powerful. If this was one of several champions this foreign world had to offer, than he would need to arm himself with the best countermeasures. As he surveyed the computer monitors, something flashed for a fraction of a moment. To an untrained eye and mind, it could have been a flicker of the monitor. Doom had neither. With the world erupting into chaos and anomalies cropping up all across the world, it was foolhardy to assume anything was a coincidence. Doom inspected the screen closely. His firewall security appeared to be fine with no detection of any errors. Still…he best be sure.

“Computer, scan for any unauthorized access to our main database.”

“Scanning…” Doom waited, his eyes glued to the monitor. Only a few had access to his personal database, which contained a number of Latervian secrets and plans. He had made sure to encrypt the files and protect the computer security to his exact specifications. Many would covet such information but time and again, Doom had blocked even the supposed best of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four from his database.

“Scan complete. One unauthorized user detected. Shall I expel the user?”

How curious…Someone was sneaking around his files and doing so silently. It quickly eliminated the possibility of someone Doom was familiar with to be doing this. It wasn’t flashy or bombastic enough to have any hint of Stark, Xavier or any of Doom’s other foes. It was more than likely one of the visitors snooping around. Perhaps this would prove interesting and educational.

“Begin to track the signal to its source” Doom stated, regaining his composure. “Quietly of course. We wouldn’t want our guest to know their unwanted quite yet. Create a package to send our curious friend, and be sure to bring their progress up on the main screen. Keep me notified of the trace as well.”

The war room table projector flickered, setting aside the world map that marked all the recent appearances and vanishing. A new globe took its place, hovering and slowly turning as the trace activated. The main monitor was now showing his personal files, all encrypted and monitored. Doom would be alerted when anyone tried to access them and if necessary, halt their progress. However this hacker had not stumbled across any of his traps…

Doom couldn’t help but feel charmed by this fascinating mind. It was very different from what he was used to dealing with.

“Master, the signal is not in Europe.”

Doom said nothing, continuing to watch the screen with morbid curiosity. Each file contained vital information for ruling Latveria. Manufacturing and trade routes, war plans to send his robotic servants and the proud soldiers of Latveria would need them. Even his recent designs on the Doombot models were part of this so he could continue his continued conquest of peace. There were many tantalizing options for this hacker to look over. But what would they choose?

“North America confirmed.”

“Continue to triangulate the signal.” He could see that there was finally some silent activity. Doom watched as the someone was attempting to hack into his machine blueprints and components. The Doombots were there, but so were his more advances such as the modified Time Platform and his Titanium Armor. A host of valuable information was behind these encryptions and not a single tripwire was being undone. Doom was certainly impressed, knowing if he had not been paying attention to the monitors, he likely would not have known this hack was even happening.

“Source of signal located in New Jersey. Continuing to triangulate the signal. The package is ready.”

New Jersey? Doom couldn’t help but feel some modicum of relief, knowing it wasn’t in Manhattan. He continued to watch as tripwire and traps were avoided again and again by this hacker. Their skills were exceptional. It was a pity that they were likely from this other world. They would have been valuable under his guidance.

Surprise hit him when the monitor flickered once again. The file had opened. Project names and blueprints were available to someone other than a Latverian citizen. For a brief moment, Doom wondered if he should cut the feed now. Any second this person saw their plans was a second an enemy of Latveria could undo his glorious conquest.

The games had to come to an end eventually.

“Triangulation complete. Awaiting orders.”

~ ~ ~

Barbara Gordon had to count her blessings, even if she was sucked into another world. The technology was thankfully close to her world’s level. The names on the tech didn’t say Kord or Wayne, usually saying Stark or Hammer. The learning curve was hardly an issue and given enough time, Barbara knew she could handle any monitor and keyboard at her disposal.

Instead of her clocktower, Barbara had to set up a temporary base in the back of “Lee’s Crazy Computers!”, a computer store that was eager to move their wears quickly. After a quick cover story about a local library upstate wanting to buy several computers, local librarian, “Ms. Amy Beddoes” was doing a stress test on the computers and modem before placing an order she had to. In reality, if Barbara wanted to find out what was going on and what world she was in, she was going to use every trick in the book and gather all the information she could. This was the first time she had even been to another world, but Bruce had been on enough multiversal adventures to find two surefire ways to determine the history of the world: the introduction of superheroes and any significant Joker kills.

In place of Superman, Captain America, the Human Torch and Namor were the first superbeings of note. Events already played out different during World War Two when they showed up, but there was no hint of any Gotham City or Joker. She began to compare and contrast, jotting down notes and names. There was no Gotham City, but New York housed several superhero teams and practically stepped on each other. In place of the Justice League, there was a team called the Avengers.

Yet in every search she did, one country and one man kept coming up: the leader of Latveria, Doctor Victor von Doom. According to her search, Doom was a super genius whose accomplishments would make Lex Luthor blush. He was responsible for dozens of crimes but saved due to his diplomatic immunity, magical feats, and his technological prowess. He was astonished and knew what had to be done.

Getting into Latveria’s database was hard enough and even harder to sneak around undetected. The encryptions were top notch and she had used every play in the book to make sure she hadn’t been discovered. With Doom’s schematics at her fingertips, she could look them over, print them out, and go from there. If she could get enough information from Doom’s database, she could either use this as a bargaining chip with the Avengers or perhaps even find a way to barter this information leak to have Doom send her home if the information she had gathered was skewed. Bruce had told her enough times to not always judge the world on the loudest voice.

As Barbara went to scroll down, the monitor glitched. She froze, staring cautiously at the screen. Was the modem taxed from the long distance hack? Tentatively, she clicked the sidebar, only to realize the screen was moving at a snail’s pace. After another second, everything came to a halt. Her heart seized, realizing what this meant. Barbara looked around and reached for the modem line to tear it out of the computer, but it was too late.

The once colorful blue/grey screen went completely black. Three words in green appeared in the middle…and then again a few inches to the left, and again right. It began to replicate itself again and again. Soon the screen was littered with the same three words.

Doom is Absolute.

She’d been found out. Not only was she booted, but Doom had sent her a virus that had fried the modem by clogging it with the message. It certainly spoke to how vain and smart Doom was to destroy a computer with only three words.

Barbara shut off the monitor, glancing around to make sure no one saw what she had done. She had names of projects but that was all. She sighed, shaking her head. Whoever Doom was, it was safe to say he wouldn’t be happy that he had been hacked. She’d need to play it safe until she found a way back home. This world had now had its first encounter with Oracle, and she had just met someone that was her relative match…for now anyways.

#virtualbatgirl #Victor Von Doom #Oracle #Barbara Gordon #commision #submission

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multiverseforger · 4 years ago

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Adrian Veidt was born in 1939, and is the son of wealthy German-American immigrant parents. As a child, he received high grades in school, and it was noted that he was very intelligent. He then hid this information from his elders and peers by deliberately achieving average marks. After his parents' deaths, he inherited their substantial fortune at age seventeen, but chose to give it all to charity as he wanted to make something of himself on his own. Veidt embarked on a vision quest, following the route of his childhood idolAlexander the Great. During an excursion into the Middle East, Veidt consumed a ball of hashish and saw visions of the past. As he finished his travels in Egypt, he realized that Alexander was a pale imitation of Ramesses II, who became Veidt's new hero. On returning to the US, he began training himself to achieve peak physical condition, becoming a world-class gymnast in the process.

Superhero careerEdit

At age nineteen, Veidt named himself Ozymandias (the Greek name for Ramesses II) and became a costumed vigilante, earning a reputation as "the smartest man on the planet” and using his physical skills to non-violently incapacitate opponents. He debuted in early 1958 by exposing a drug ring in New York City. In 1966, he was invited by former Minuteman and adventurer Captain Metropolis to become a member of the Crimebusters, but the group never came to fruition due to the Comedian's breaking up of the meeting. It was at this moment that Veidt began to believe superheroics were not enough to save the world, and began plotting to think of a method that could.

After being a superheroEdit

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Due to the increasingly negative perceptions of vigilantes by the media, Veidt predicted that the public would turn away from them. Two years before costumed heroes were banned by the Keene Act, Adrian Veidt revealed his secret identity, retired from superheroism and marketed his image. He became very wealthy and was known as a great humanitarian, and used this to bankroll his secret scheme of creating a catastrophic event to deceive the world into uniting against a common enemy and thus avert nuclear war. Upon completion of his project, Veidt planned to murder all of his (unwitting) accomplices and arrange the psychological deterioration and self-exile of the presumably invincible Doctor Manhattan.

Fellow vigilante Edward Blake, a.k.a. the Comedian, stumbled upon Veidt's plans. This led Veidt to personally murder the Comedian, setting off the chain of events told in the story of Watchmen.[2]

Events of WatchmenEdit

Veidt is first seen when Rorschach visits him to get his opinion on Blake's murder and to warn about a possible serial killer targeting superheroes. Rorschach is unconvinced of Veidt's theory that Blake was assassinated by a bitter arch-rival. Veidt is one of the few people attending Blake's funeral, at which he reminisces about the failed Crimebusters meeting. Later, Veidt narrowly escapes an assassination attempt that leaves his assistant dead. The would-be assassin dies from an unseen cyanide capsule before Veidt can interrogate him.

Rorschach and Nite Owl deduce that Veidt is behind the whole plot after they link one of Veidt's shell companies to a plot to discredit Manhattan. The duo realize that Veidt exposed Manhattan's former lover, colleagues, and an enemy to radiation and deliberately monitored them for cancer, so Manhattan would flee Earth out of either guilt or public enmity. When Rorschach and Nite Owl arrive at Veidt's Antarctic retreat, he easily overpowers both of them and explains his plan to save humanity from itself: teleport a biologically-engineered, telepathic creature to New York which would kill millions and convince the world that they were under extraterrestrial attack. The US and the Soviet Union, on the brink of nuclear confrontation, would then join forces against the supposed alien invaders. He also admits to framing Manhattan, killing the Comedian, framing Rorschach for the murder of Moloch, and staging the attempt on his own life, killing his attacker. When Rorschach and Nite Owl ask him when he planned to execute his scheme, Veidt reveals that it was completed before they arrived, saying, "I did it thirty-five minutes ago."

When Doctor Manhattan and Silk Spectreconfront Veidt, he attempts to disintegrate Manhattan, but Doctor Manhattan is able to reform himself. Silk Spectre attempts to shoot him, but he catches the bullet and knocks her out. Realizing that exposing Veidt's plan will undo the nascent world peace, most of the heroes agree to remain silent on the plot. Rorschach, a moral absolutist, prepares to return to the US and reveal Veidt's plan to the world, but ultimately lets Manhattan kill him. Before Manhattan leaves to create life in another galaxy, Veidt asks him if he "did the right thing in the end." Manhattan replies that "nothing ever ends", leaving Veidt in doubt about how long the peace will last. Unbeknownst to Veidt and the other characters, Rorschach has previously mailed a journal to a newspaper detailing his findings about Veidt's plan. It is left ambiguous whether the newspaper ultimately publishes its contents.

Before WatchmenEdit

A six-part series on Ozymandias titled Before Watchmen: Ozymandias had its first issue released in July 2012. It is written by Len Wein, with art by Jae Lee. This is part of a planned 35-issue Before Watchmen series.[3]

Events of Doomsday ClockEdit

Seven years after the events of Watchmen, Rorschach's journal is released to the public and Veidt becomes a fugitive. Having purportedly been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, and knowing that his plan to save the world has failed, Veidt recruits a man bearing the Rorschach moniker and has him break Erika Manson (Marionette) and her husband Marcos Maez (Mime) out of prison. When Rorschach II returns with the two, Veidt reveals himself and his situation, explaining to the two criminals that they must follow Manhattan to another universe and convince him to save their world.[4]

Using the Owlship, Veidt and his group travel to the DC Universe just as nuclear war breaks out on their Earth. After conducting research on this new world he's found himself in, Veidt goes to Metropolis to ask Lex Luthor to join his quest. However, as he is pleading his case, Veidt is shocked to find himself being confronted by the Comedian, who has been transported to the DC Universe by Manhattan. The Comedian turns out to be evenly matched with Veidt, forcing him to retreat through Luthor's office window.[5][6]

Veidt falls twenty stories and is hospitalized with minor injuries, but soon manages to escape. Upon returning to the Owlship, Veidt is confronted by Batman, who has read the contents of the original Rorschach's journal. As the two elude the police, Batman asserts that Veidt murdered millions as part of a delusional hero syndrome, and accuses him of concocting a conspiracy theory that has negatively affected the public's trust in the superheroes of the DC Universe. Veidt in turn criticizes Batman for focusing all his attention on supervillains while ignoring the world's social problems. A struggle ensues, leading to Batman falling out of the Owlship and into a mob of anti-hero protestors below.[7]

Rorschach II, Saturn Girl and Johnny Thundermeet up with Veidt at the Owlship. Using Veidt's pet lynx, Bubastis II, and the Lantern Battery, Veidt teleports to Manhattan's location at the Joker's lair, where Batman is fighting Marionette and Mime. Leaving Johnny and Saturn Girl on the Owlship, Veidt and Rorschach II confront the others inside. Veidt uses Bubastis II to summon Manhattan, who refuses to return to their world since he's in the middle of experimenting with this one. Manhattan reveals, among other things, that Veidt lied to Rorschach II about having cancer in order to get his help. Rorschach II punches Veidt and flees, while Veidt returns to the Owlship, attacks Imra and Johnny, and declares he can save everyone.[8] Veidt then uses Bubastis' energy to cause an explosion in Moscow, which creates a diplomatic crisis as well as framing Superman and Firestorm.[9]As planned by Veidt, most of Earth's superheroes then go to planet Mars to confront Manhattan, whom they think is responsible.[10] After defeating all the superheroes on Mars, Manhattan returns to Earth and confronts Superman.[11] Manhattan is eventually convinced by Superman to use his powers for the greater good and to return to his Universe to save his Earth. Veidt then reveals that his plan was to engineer the confrontation between Manhattan and Superman, as he had guessed that only the latter could change Manhattan's mind. Veidt is shot by the Comedian but Rorschach stops the bleeding so Veidt can face prosecution. Rorschach and Ozymandias are then teleported by Doctor Manhattan back to the Watchmen Universe, where Veidt is imprisoned for his crimes.[12]

Events of Watchmen (HBO Series)Edit

Veidt appears in the HBO series Watchmen, a direct sequel to the graphic novel, portrayed by Jeremy Irons.[13] It is gradually revealed that Veidt engineered Robert Redford's election as President in 1992 and had recorded a video message on the eve of the New York incident (or 11/2) confessing to his hoax, effectively blackmailing Redford. The president has served seven terms but has distanced himself from Veidt because of his confession, which Veidt resents. In 2008, Veidt is visited at Karnak by a young Vietnamese-American trillionaire named Lady Trieu, who he learns is the daughter of a cleaning lady who surreptitiously impregnated herself with Veidt's sperm. Trieu asks Veidt to fund her construction of a machine capable of destroying Doctor Manhattan and transferring his power into herself; he refuses. The following year, when Manhattan visits Karnak as Cal Abar, Veidt gives him a ring-like device that will give Manhattan amnesia and allow him to live with his wife, Angela, as a seemingly normal human. When Veidt expresses despair that his desired utopia will never come about, Manhattan teleports him to the moon of Europa, where he has created a livable environment and a race of peaceful, subservient cloned beings. Veidt's disappearance isn't discovered until 2012 and he is declared dead in absentia in 2017. He eventually finds the environment to be suffocating and attempts escape, impeded by the cloned beings. He manages to spell out a distress message on Europa's surface for a passing probe owned by Trieu, who sends a ship to bring him home. She brings him to witness her plan to absorb Doctor Manhattan's powers and ascend to godhood, but a captured Manhattan teleports Veidt, Laurie Blake, and Looking Glass to Karnak. The fortress has been randomly and occasionally teleporting harmless genetically modified baby squid around the world, raining them down on cities to keep the public on high alert for another alien incursion. Veidt uses the squid to destroy Trieu's machine, foiling her plan and killing her. Delighted to have saved humanity yet again, Veidt's celebration is cut short when Laurie arrests him for the murder of 3 million people in New York, supported by Looking Glass's possession of Veidt's video confession.

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