#writing some upsetting stuff so i can torture my weird little guy even more :)))

[citrinekay]

he's forty years old. he's babygirl. he's unhinged. he's creating problems for himself and everyone else. he's god's favorite punching bag. he's a whore. he's pathetic. he's my poor little meow meow

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mod Talks Mini:

//Hey, so I want to just send a little bit of a message to people, because there's something I need to let everybody know in a professional and calm manner, since I've been seeing a lot of controversy and messages online from people about this sort of stuff.

//Don't worry, this isn't anything serious, but I'm saying this for the sake of everyone's safety out there. It is kind of an edgy topic, so I will keep it under the cut.

//I don't really know how I should start this conversation, but I guess I should be giving a bit of backdrop for it.

//I recently found an old article online (several years back, I'm not even sure how I found it) talking about some other internet article pricks dissing Trey Parker and Matt Stone, the creators of South Park, for those who don't know.

//As everyone no doubt knows, South Park is notorious for its irreverent humor, often crossing lines with its dark satire, inappropriate jokes, and willingness to offend...basically EVERYONE. The show touches on sensitive topics like religion, politics, race, and SO much more.

//Parker and Stone have been judged harshly for their edgy, boundary-pushing humor, with some labeling them as cynical or insensitive, but the article I read was explaining that despite the controversial content they create, Parker and Stone are known to be down-to-earth and good-natured in real life. They’ve spoken about how their intent is often to challenge norms and provoke thought rather than to offend maliciously.

//And I can confirm this, because a few years ago, I watched this video that has always stuck with me, because these guys know what it is they're talking about, and it's why their shows and all the other stuff they make together are so successful.

//This however, also got me thinking about some people that I follow on AO3, and...Yeah, I know that's a weird jump, but let me explain.

//Archive of Our Own is one of the most prolific fanfic and writing websites on the internet right now, thanks to it's simplicity, and a few other aspects, but I realized that on that website, it is also grounds for some of THE most fucked up writing I have ever seen.

//I think we've talked extensively about LadyRedHeart on this blog before; very much still one of the BIGGEST examples of this. Most of her content consists of rape, pedophilia, torture porn, incest, and about every horrible variation of NSFW content you could think of.

//What I read in her stories, because I have read some of them, is repulsive. But...I've also come to realize very quickly that RedHeart herself is not the genuinely fucked person that she seems to be in her writing.

//And then there's myself. In the past, I've been harshly criticized for writing characters like Kuripa, and even my portrayals of some of the canon characters, even though it's all supposed to be my own take on it. I remember people being really upset when they found out what happened to Hibiki, and then Himiko, and I had to deal with a lot of shit from some people back then.

//But it's fine. It all worked out in the end.

//But then there's the complete inverse of this, and this is the important part, because this is some of the stuff we need to keep our eyes out for. But this is also the more sensitive part of the post, so avoid the next 8 paragraphs if you don't like hearing about this. But here are a few examples:

//Bill Cosby is an American comedian, actor, and producer who was a major figure in entertainment, particularly in the 1960s through the 1990s. He gained widespread fame for his stand-up comedy and for starring in shows like The Cosby Show. The show was groundbreaking for its positive portrayal of an affluent African-American family and earned Cosby the title of "America's Dad."

//Cosby's legacy was severely tarnished in the 2000s and 2010s when numerous women came forward accusing him of sexual assault, drugging, and misconduct. These allegations spanned decades, with many women claiming that Cosby had drugged and assaulted them, and he was eventually convicted for it.

//Jimmy Savile was a British television and radio personality who became famous for hosting popular TV shows like Top of the Pops and Jim'll Fix It from the 1960s through the 1990s. For much of his life, Savile was seen as an eccentric celebrity and philanthropist who raised millions of pounds for charity, particularly for hospitals. He was widely respected and even knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in 1990 for his charitable work.

//However, after his death in 2011, numerous allegations of sexual abuse came to light, leading to investigations that revealed Savile had been a prolific sex offender for decades. He abused hundreds of victims, both male and female, many of whom were children or vulnerable adults. Much of the abuse occurred in institutions like hospitals, schools, and even the BBC studios where he worked.

//John Kricfalusi is a 68-year-old renowned Canadian blogger, illustrator, and former voice actor and animator. He is the brains behind several popular cartoon shows in the 1990s and early 2000s. Kricfalusi is best known for creating The Ren & Stimpy Show, which ran from August 11, 1991, to December 16, 1995.

//In 2018, Kricfalusi's reputation suffered after Robyn Byrd and Katie Rice, two former Spümcø employees, accused him of grooming and sexual harassment. The pair went on to say that they had been minors at the time.

//And then of course, there's fucking Dan Schneider, a more recent example. He's a television producer, writer, and actor best known for creating and producing several popular Nickelodeon shows aimed at teens and preteens, such as All That, Drake & Josh, Zoey 101, iCarly, Victorious, Sam & Cat, and Henry Danger. His work was highly influential in shaping children's programming in the late 1990s and 2000s.

//However, Schneider has also faced controversy, particularly regarding his conduct behind the scenes. In 2018, Nickelodeon cut ties with him after a long partnership, due to I believe now confirmed allegations of inappropriate treatment of young actors.

//The point that I am trying to make here, is that judging a person's character based solely on the content they create can be problematic for several reasons. And it's not fair to judge a person based on what they do, or what kind of content they make, or for what audience, because in some cases, that can be dangerous.

//In their work, artists and writers frequently explore a wide range of themes, concepts, and emotions that might not always align with their own ideals or worldviews. Through experimentation and investigation, art can enable creators to push limits and question social conventions.

//The context in which content is created is crucial. Factors such as cultural background, personal experiences, and the intended audience can significantly influence the content. Misunderstanding this context can lead to unfair judgments.

//Many creators view their work as separate from their personal identity. Their content may reflect characters, scenarios, or viewpoints that differ from their own. This separation is essential for creative freedom and exploration.

//And people are multifaceted. A creator may have both admirable qualities and flaws, and reducing them to their work can oversimplify their character and experiences. Preconceived notions about a creator can lead to bias, impacting how their work is received. It's essential to approach content with an open mind, allowing for a fair assessment of its merits and messages.

//Content that sparks controversy or discomfort can lead to important conversations about societal issues. Engaging with such content critically can promote understanding and awareness rather than condemnation.

//Anyway, I ranted about this for way longer than I should have. tldr; Stay safe, don't judge people.

[littlesniggy]

Hi! How are you doing? I'm the anon who asked for the underage character and yes, obv I wasn't thinking about any nsfw since he is underage ^^ So can I ask you a scenario for Dellinger x fem reader? His reaction when a stranger try to flirt with her, and she's clearly uncomfortable with the situation

Thank you, hope you're having a nice day :3

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for requesting for Dellinger. First time writing for him and I think I'm not quite sure how he'd behave just yet but it's not too shabby either. I hope you enjoy it! Dellinger is a little shit but we all know this. If you are in a relationship with him, be prepared for a lot of questionable things lol.

Warning: maybe mention of blood, mild swearing

Pairing: Dellinger x female reader

Word count: 1.6k

You two haven’t been dating for long yet and it was your very first relationship. To think it would be with someone like Dellinger surprised even you. Especially since you had no idea he would actually feel the same way about you in the first place. He was like an odd-ball: either hit or miss and luckily for you it was a total hit. It had taken all your courage to tell him how you felt; you’ve always been on good terms and had a lot for fun together, even if you not always agreed with the way he loved to torture his enemies (or even his allies).

“You like me, Y/n? Of course, you do!” he laughed and put his arm around your shoulder, looking at you with an excited yet shit eating grin. “You’re fun to hang around, too! Wanna be my girl?” and that’s how you two started dating. It’s been challenging from time to time, peculiarly when it came to other boys looking at you. You never thought of him as being the jealous type but in hindsight you could’ve presumed as much; he didn’t like to share his stuff, he got mad when he wasn’t the center of attention, let alone when he got ignored, and he loved showing his things off to others. So, it was only natural for him to be protective over you.

“Ne, Y/n! Where you going? Why aren’t you asking if I want to come with you?” you heard his voice behind you, close to your ear. You jumped a little in surprise at his words, turning around to look at his naturally hungry looking eyes and the same old grin on his lips. “I didn’t think you would want to come with me. Told you I’d go to town and look for this book I’ve wanted for a long time. Remember? Your answer when I first asked you yesterday was: “As long as it’s not book with pictures of people getting tortured or some magical book where I can summon a gigantic beast, I’m out.”. Ring any bells?” you quoted him, crossing your arms in front of your chest, grinning at the young man in front of him.

“I’ve changed my mind. Let’s go!” and with that he grabbed your hand and lead the way. Stunned, you followed your boyfriend, wondering what has gotten into him all of a sudden. But you’d get your answer sooner than later…

At the book store you had chosen to look for the wanted item were a lot of people; women, man, children, toys – it seemed like everyone from this kingdom was here today and you could barely look at any of the books, let alone move forward to the section where you assumed the book to be. Surprisingly, Dellinger didn’t complain once; he had his hands crossed behind his head and was even whistling! What was wrong with him today?

A sudden shove had you bump into some guy standing next to you. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You apologized and lifted your hands as well as a sign you didn’t mean to. “Oh, no worries. It’s not too often a pretty young lady tries to flirt with me.” He laughed and you chuckled awkwardly. “Oh, I wasn’t trying to-“

“I’m just joking. I know you it was an accident.” He winked at you. Relieved you gave him a genuine smile, apologized once more and tried to make your way over to your destination.

“That was a weird guy, right?” you mumbled. When you were given no response, you turned around and saw – no one; at least no one you knew. “Dellinger?” you called out but couldn’t make him out in the crowd. With a shrug, you moved on, assuming he’d probably gotten annoyed and was now waiting outside or doing God-knows-what.

While looking at the different book titles in hopes of finding the one you felt as if someone was looking at you intently, and it made your body shiver. An uneasy feeling became more and more present in the pits of your stomach. As a consequence, you decided to slowly turn around and be prepared to find some old creepy man eye your body.

You were relieved to see it was not an old man but your relief turned into concern when the guy watching you turned out to be the same guy from earlier. He was holding a book in his hand and acted all surprised to see you here as well, smiling at you and putting the book away. From where you stood you couldn’t get a clear look on the title but you were pretty sure he wasn’t actually reading this book.

“And here we meet again. One could think you’re following me.” He said this cheesy line and you wanted to vomit but didn’t dare to upset him. Where was Dellinger anyway? He was always over you when anyone even seemed to be interested in you in the slightest. And now, that someone was actually flirting with you, he was nowhere to be found.

“It seems more like you are following me.” You said in a polite yet distant tone. “What makes you think that?” he asked, crooking his head to the side. You pointed behind him to the book shelf where he had put the book. “Cause either, you have a baby on the way and need some last-minute advice from a book since the section over there is for parents to be or, which is much likelier, you just pretended to read it.” You said, putting the book you were holding back in its place again. Your eyes flashed over the spines of several books but it seemed like you had no luck in finding the wanted one here.

“I guess you got me.” He admitted. You turned your gaze over to him again, seeing him practically stare at you. There was a silence after this for a while and it made you feel even more uncomfortable. What did he want?

“Well, is there anything I can help you with then? Since you made all this effort to follow me?” Please say no and just leave, you thought to yourself.

“Would you go on a date with me?” he straight out asked and put you on the spot. You weren’t the best at turning people down but in all fairness, it rarely happened anyways. “I…I have a boyfriend.” You said, sounding not very convincing.

“You don’t have to lie to me. Don’t be shy, I won’t bite. Besides, ever since I first saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Please, give me one chance to prove myself to you.”

Anxiety took over more and more and you stepped a step back, bringing some more distance between the two of you. “No, really. I’m in a relationship.” And what do you mean ever since you first saw me? That was five minutes ago…”

“Maybe it’s not the first time I’ve seen you. I’m just saying; please give me one chance and I swear I won’t disappoint you.” He tried again, trying to reach for your hand, a warm smile on his lips that creeped you the fuck out.

All of a sudden, there was a different hand grabbing his and the guy winced a little. “Ouch, what the-“ but he was cut off when he looked at a maniacally grinning Dellinger, showing off his sharp teeth. “Didn’t you hear what she said? She’s taken.” He chuckled, his grip almost crushing his wrist. “Let go, man! Damn, it hurts! What’s your problem?!” he complained, trying to pry his hand off of his wrist. “What my problem is? I really, reeeeally want to tear you apart and see drown in your own blood.” A high-pitched giggle accentuated his threat and the guy’s face turned white, finally recognizing the young, flamboyant officer of the Donquixote family in front of him.

“I give you ten seconds to get out of here and never show your face in front of her or me again, understood?” he whispered, his eyes glowing red, hoping the guy would defy him. But he was way too scared and took the first chance Dellinger gave him to get out of there.

You watched the guy run for his life before you hooked your arm into his, smiling up at him. “Thanks.” You said. “How dare he try anything like this.” Dellinger cursed. “You shouldn’t have left me here in the first place. Where did you go?” you demanded to know. Your boyfriend’s grin became wider and realization slowly hit you.

“You knew what was going on.” You stated dryly and he couldn’t suppress the small giggles. “Did you also know he had seen me before?” your suspicions were confirmed with his next sentence. “Ever since we went to this stupid café two weeks ago.” You weren’t overly excited hearing this from him. “Did you also know he would come here today?”

“You know I hate book stores. Might as well make the whole thing fun to me.” He chimed, already pulling you out of the store.

“I can’t believe you! So, instead of telling me about this, you just watch him flirt with me and ask me out? And now you even let him get away with it?” your voice grew louder and louder, almost furious at his little stunt. Your anger, however, vanished within the next second.

“Who said I’d let him get away…?” If death had a name, it would most certainly be Dellinger. This boy will rip the other guy’s guts out and eat every single piece of him. This little game was just to fuel his anger and get the revenge you both deserved.

[gyllenhaalstories]

hi stranger how would rapper!jake acts around you when you're on your period and suffering so much you feel like your ovaries are being eaten by sharks? thanks (no this isn't weird at all)

hi stranger! wow what a coincidence i, too, feel like someone is shoving excalibur up my uterus! guys just bear with me i needed to write this it’s therapy okay? okay. i also wrote this a while ago (this was an actual request i swear).

before we dive into it, this gif is a mood and is also very mandatory:

ceo of doing research. he’d search for things to buy your girlfriend when she’s bleeding out of her vagina and crying and laughing and throwing pillows at you out of pure rage within the same minute. he’d want to learn how it feels for the body to be completely tortured so he’d never give you one of those “it’s not that bad”. because he would know it’s even worse than what he can imagine.

he wouldn’t really learn your cycle (if you’re regular, but i can’t relate), but he’d just guess something is up. you’re either super horny and he’s like “angel give me a break i have a hard job i stand all day recording songs”. or you’re ravenous and he has to postmate so much food he can’t even see you on the other side of all the takeout boxes. or you CLEAN LIKE A FREAK. and you just burst into his studio and starts dusting around his grammy’s and awards and all of that like “don’t mind me i’m just mr clean”.

so he goes to the store. and he buys everything. food, painkillers if you use that, more food again, some piece of clothing you’d look good on to cheer you up, food again... and towels. a shit ton of them. (hold on, you’ll understand). 

need pads or tampons? “hey bitch i’m at the store. what size pussy do you wear”.

eventually he’ll learn the colour of the brand you prefer, but you’re never too sure.

“aren’t you sure you’re not a maxi? cause your pussy makes me maxi happy OKAY FINE I’LL GET THE PURPLE ONES GOT IT YOU CAN’T THROW SHIT AT ME THROUGH THE PHONE”

he has a hard time with the mood swings. he’s used to seeing you all lively and bubbly and amazing and like you’re literal sunshine. so when you’re all gloomy and suffering on the couch it breaks his heart. 

he’ll make you some comfort food, but also makes sure you don’t eat stuff that upsets your stomach. so you get mac and cheese, except he goes easy on the cream & milk. he uses substitutes and all. chocolate? sure, princess, but you’re limited to tiny candy bars and he checks the amount you get. he’s not controlling! he’s just making sure you’re all good.

BLOOD TW! maybe you bleed very heavily in the shower one time and call out his name because it’s quite frankly frightening. and he runs to the bathroom and witnesses the blood bath (literally) he helps jumps in and helps you wash yourself, knowing you can get weak and all that.

he doesn’t care about blood that much tbh.

when you reach the end of your cycle and your blood flow is not super heavy, well...

do you remember those towels? they come in handy.

sure, jake would let you blow him if you want that, use the shower head on you or the faucet in the bath or a vibrator through your panties. (bc he knows that orgasms help with cramps <3)

but he’d still desire you like you’re the most beautiful creature on this planet. he’d spread some towels on the bed and just make love to you. it’s nice, it’s slow, it’s okay if it stops halfway because you’re uncomfortable. but he just loves to see your face, all relaxed and blissful when he took care of some of your cramps. END OF TW.

overall, he listens to your demands and needs. he also threatens to beat the shit out of your ovaries if he ever gets to meet them because HOW DARE THEY HURT HIS PRINCESS. there can only be one bitch in this house and it’s you, not your ovaries!

and again, when your period is over... you’re still on bed rest because you just can’t walk. “missed you, missed fucking you so deep i can feel me in your stomach, missed fucking you like this” you know, the whole romantic speech.

maybe he’d throw some “if i filled you up with my babies you wouldn’t have periods for nine months” or “you’d look so fucking hot, carrying my children is this what you want? want me to fill you up real good?” here and there (obviously he has not done research on childbirth yet, so he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit).

[nomazee]

Ex Animo

akaashi keiji x reader 

word count: 3000+

content: fluff (for once), mutual pining, cursing, sarcastic/cocky narrator.

cross-posted on my ao3

(hi hi hi! here’s another oneshot, this time it’s not angst and not in a weird writing style! i’m trying out something new, let me know if you like it, what you found good and bad, and how i can improve my writing and make it more enjoyable for you all. 

thanks for reading !)

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“He’s cute.” 

“...What?” 

“The blonde guy that Kuroo and Bokuto are ‘training,’ or whatever.” 

“You think he’s cute?” 

“Well, yeah. I think that’s pretty objective.” 

“...” 

“...?”

“Interesting.” 

You nearly sighed at Akaashi’s emotionless responses. Being a manager of Nekoma opened up the opportunity for you to become friendly with not only your own captain, Kuroo, but the captain of Fukurodani and his setter-best-friend, too. You found yourself becoming increasingly closer to Akaashi as the months passed by, though that didn’t eliminate the mild disappointment you felt at Akaashi’s often indifferent responses. 

You let out an audible sigh just then, bringing yourself back to the present-tense. “Think you could put in a word for me?” 

Your friend, having just been taking a sip from his water bottle, sputtered and choked on the liquid. “Put in what?” 

Ah. Now he was expressing an actual emotion. You supposed that was somewhat of an upgrade. “Like, you know. Tell him about me. Say some nice stuff, make me seem… appealing. The usual.” 

“I don't really understand what ‘the usual’ is seeing as I’ve never done this before--” 

“Just-- for God’s sake, Akaashi, tell him about me so that he can fuckin’ ask me out.” 

“Why don’t you do that?” 

“That’s not how it works.” 

“I don't really unders-- Well, I-- I don’t really think he’d be interested in you.” 

Maybe the way he worded it seemed off to you but your immediate frustration was certainly justified. You narrowed your eyes at him and huffed out a sardonic laugh. “Wow, you’re so nice.” His own gunmetal eyes widened the slightest bit as he re-processed his previous words and you almost laughed at how dense he was. 

“No, that’s not what I--” 

“Never-fuckin’-mind, I’ll just… I’m gonna head to bed.” 

“[Name]--” 

“Akaashi, I’m not mad, stop panicking. See you tomorrow.” 

You walked away, passing by Kuroo and Bokuto and saying goodnight to both of them before heading back to the dorm area where you’d be sleeping with the other managers. Honestly, you really weren’t mad--at least, not for the reason Akaashi thought you were. The minor insult he spewed out unknowingly wasn’t really upsetting, it was more that he seemed apathetic at your attempts to flirt with another person. 

Yes, you liked Akaashi--you had a dumb crush on him that Kuroo (and occasionally Kenma, observant and sarcastic as the kid could be) had been hassling you about playfully during the whole camp, yet you had made no outright move to do anything about it. And yes, it was incredibly fucking dumb that you were trying to make him jealous (you cringed at the childish thought) when you hadn’t even made an actual outright move to approach him about your feelings, but hey--at least you acknowledged this stuff.

So, yeah--that was your move. Trying to get acquainted with the cute blonde from Karasuno who you knew was an asshole, but a hot asshole. Tsuki-something was his name, and you decided that he doubled as both a serious rebound from Akaashi and a way to maybe get the Fukurodani player jealous. Though, it seemed like the former would be a much more realistic outcome, and even that was a stretch. 

Whatever, you sighed in your head as you bid goodnight to the other managers. No need to worry about something like this. They’re just boys. 

Yeah, a boy that you were practically in love with. But what are you gonna do, y’know? 

---

The next day passed by in a boringly average way. Your interactions with Akaashi were minimal, though you chalked that up to just being busy with your own team and not having much time to spend with your other-school-friends. (Really, you mumbled in your head, what happened last night did not even border an argument so there was no reason for him to think you were still upset.) Evening rolled around and you found yourself in the third gym yet again with Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima. 

At one point, you were chatting casually with Bokuto on the side when Tsukishima approached the two of you. 

“Hey,” he spoke, looking at you in particular. “I need to speak to you for a minute.” 

You blinked. Once. Then twice. This was real? This very attractive first-year that you’ve been materialistically pining after for was requesting to talk to you? Alone? Though, the way he worded it was weird. He spoke formally, like he didn’t really want to be there. Oh well. You’d take what you could. 

You gave a smile. “Sure. ‘S outside okay?” At his nod, you led the way through the double doors of the gym to step outdoors, though not before taking a glance at Akaashi and wondering if the pink of his ears signified that he really did follow your (kind of) joking request from last night.

“Tsukishima, right?” He gave a wordless nod of assurance. “What’d you need me for?” 

“You’re [Last].” A statement, not a question. “I recommend you talk to your friend Akaashi in there.” 

Oh. Not what you were expecting at all. “Uh, okay.” There was silence that you had expected him to fill in himself, but it persisted until you broke the barrier. “Is there… a particular reason why?” 

He gave an aggravated sigh, a contrast to his generally calm demeanor from before. “Just-- you’re a bit dense, both of you.” Nearly letting out an offended gasp, you let him continue, “He tried, uh, indirectly flirting for you, I guess, and told me about you, or whatever, and while I’m flattered, it’s a bit obvious that he’s got eyes for you and I recommend you address that soon.” 

He’s got what?!

You were very convinced this was a joke, but from what you’ve observed, Tsukishima was not one for long-winding pranks like this, both because they were a bit too cruel (not that he’d really mind, let’s be honest) and because they took too much effort to uphold. Nevertheless, you questioned him about both his intentions and further details about the situation. 

“I’m not lying, I wouldn’t really lie about this stuff.” He told you. “If I’m being honest I wouldn’t normally care to do something like this,” that was a bit obvious, “but Kuroo overheard or something, and told me to talk to you. Don’t know why he wouldn’t just do it himself, but-- whatever. Basically, Akaashi just kept talking about you and he had this weird look in his eyes and he said something like ‘you should talk to her, she’s cool,’ and the guy looked like he was in pain, for fuck’s sake. Just say something to him. Doesn’t matter what, just… do it, I guess.” 

Oh. That was actually kind of nice of the blonde, to take some time to actually talk to you. Even if it was pushed by Kuroo, who probably put Tsukishima up to the job because his words (which you’d already heard plenty of time before) would not nearly be as effective as someone who was practically a stranger to you. (A weird dynamic to have, but true nonetheless.) 

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll talk to him. But just to make sure, you’re being serious, right? And you’re, like, very sure about this, right?” 

He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t be taking the time to actually do this if I wasn’t serious. I’m not that nice.” 

“I can tell.” 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“Anytime.” 

“You’re kinda cool, though. Even though you’re a little shit. Wanna exchange numbers?” 

“Wow, you’re still flirting with me even though you’ve got a whole guy pining for you right over there.” 

“Hey! Who says I’ve got ulterior motives with you? I can have guy friends, you know.” 

He let out a scoff of amusement and his minor suspicion melted away quite quickly as he took his phone out and asked you to relay your number. After mirroring the process with your own phone, you stepped back into the gym with him, elbowing him playfully as you both continued to banter until halfway through the room where you had to split up, him going back to practice with Kuroo and you going towards Bokuto, who was now standing with Akaashi at the spot you’d left the owl-like boy. 

You gave a smile to the setter, who you’d noticed had been gazing at you discreetly since you’d walked into the gym with Tsukishima. “Heya,” you said to both of the boys. “What’s up?” 

Bokuto gave his usual childish grin and you found yourself contagiously returning it. “Not much! Just talking to ‘Kaashi for a bit. You get that blonde kid’s number?” 

Now that you were hyperobservant of Akaashi’s habits (mainly due to you wanting to absolutely, one-hundred guarantee what said blonde kid had told you before you did anything stupid), the way he flinched at Bokuto’s question did not go unnoticed by you. Your lips quirked up in amusement as you responded confidently, “Yeah, actually! He’s pretty funny.” You felt bad torturing the poor setter, but hey, you were gonna end his suffering soon anyways! (Relaying that in your head, you realized that came off a little morbid and assured yourself that you wouldn’t be actually killing the guy any time soon.) 

You shifted the topic of conversation, watching with internal humor as Akaashi shifted awkwardly on his feet and stole glances of you when he thought you wouldn't notice. Wow! Were you just really fucking oblivious before or was he purposely trying to be more obvious about his cute pining stunt. Regardless, you found it both cute and a source of entertainment (as sadistic as it was of you to admit) so you didn’t think of it too hard. 

“Hey, maybe we should start heading back.” Kuroo suggested at one point. “Getting a bit late.” 

You shrugged in agreement--not like they were doing anything important, really. You, Bokuto, and Akaashi were talking for a solid half hour and Kuroo and Tsukki seemed to be fooling around with each other (“fooling around” entailed Kuroo bothering Tsukki and trying to get him involved in whatever joke he was planning next, of course to no avail, but you appreciated your captain’s sense of determination).

You all exited the gym, Kuroo making sure to turn off the lights and lock it up as needed. You and Akaashi walked in front of the trio as they staggered a bit behind. You glanced to your side, smiling at him fondly. He locked eyes with you and a hint of curiosity was found in his aloof expression. You laughed, light and airy and shook your head. 

“You’re funny sometimes.” You stated simply, and Akaashi couldn’t seem to find much energy in himself to audibly ask for further clarification. A few minutes passed and you decided to make a move, looking at both of your hands and aiming to lock pinkies with him. 

At the feeling of foreign contact, Akaashi jolted and looked up at you, expression more shocked than curious now. You just smiled and turned your head forward, taking the chance to slip your whole hand into his and interlock your fingers like puzzle pieces. 

“What are you doing?” He finally hissed out, tone laughably frantic. “He’s-- He’s gonna think that we’re dating and that you’re, like trying to cheat on me with him--!” 

“Tsukishima?” You questioned, feigning ignorance. “Nah, he won’t think that. Stop worrying about it.” 

“[Name]--” The genuine panic in his voice was sort of funny, all things considered, and you let out a quiet chuckle. “Seriously, let go. Don’t you wanna get with him? This is a couple thing, and I’m not-- You don't--”

“Yeah, I do.” Your smile was confident and a bit cocky, but you were very certain about the outcome and prepared to be as fun about this as you could be. “Tsukki told me, actually. You should be thanking him. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell you.” 

“Tell… me?” 

You groaned out loud at his unsureness. “That I, you know, like you. Like, a lot. Had a crush on you for months now, man.” 

“But you-- I though you said Tsukishima was… cute?” 

“Well, yeah, he is, objectively. But I was really just saying that ‘cause I didn’t think you’d like me back and I was either trying to get you jealous or get some kinda rebound-- whatever it was, it doesn't really matter now, right?” 

Akaashi stared blankly at your alight expression. Moments passed, and you two walked silently, the only noise coming from the trio behind you chatting jovially.

“So, um,” he began. “Just to clarify--” 

“You like me,” you cut him off, “and I like you. A lot. Very much.” 

He finally let out a laugh, of both amusement and relief and shook his head light-heartedly. “God, and I was worried that I’d have to suffer with seeing you and Tsukishima flirt everytime we were in the same room.”

“That would’ve been hell.” 

“You’re telling me.” 

The atmosphere was less tense and panicky as it was before (which was mainly Akaashi’s fault, let’s be honest), and your interlocked hands swung between you as you continued to walk in content silence. 

“So, am I…” Akaashi paused, trying to gather his thoughts before continuing, “Can I call you my girlfriend?” 

As cocky as you had been before, hearing it out loud made you flush a light pink and you gave a girlish giggle in response. “Well, yeah. As long as I can call you my boyfriend.” 

“Always.” That was fucking cute. You felt your heart flutter and almost scolded yourself internally for acting like such a schoolgirl before ceasing your internal slander--if this was what it was like to have a reciprocated schoolgirl crush then hell fucking yeah, you had absolutely no qualms with it. Your steps seemed lighter and bouncier and a soft simper was etched on your face. 

Akaashi split up with the boys at one point, telling them he’d be walking you to the managers’ room (you caught Kuroo and Tsukki smirking at you both, likely in elation that their little three-braincell collaboration was successful, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and their cockiness). He made good on his promise, leading you to your room with his hand locked safely around yours until he stopped outside the door, turning to face you completely and letting go of your hand. 

“So…” he muttered, averting his eyes in uncharacteristic bashfulness. You smiled at his demeanor and took the chance to slide your arms around his neck, pulling him the slightest bit closer. 

“So…?” you mocked playfully, relishing in the short, sweet chuckle he let out. 

“You can kiss me.” At your statement, he cupped your cheek with one hand, gunmetal eyes finally meeting yours. 

“Can I?” He smirked sardonically. Cheeky bastard. 

Rather than responding, you pulled him closer with the arms you locked around his neck, clashing his lips into yours passionately. The heavy kiss simmered down into something much more tender quite quickly, though, with lips moving gently across each other and your head beginning to tilt to the side to allow for a better angle. 

You both parted after a reasonable amount of time spent liplocked, and as you took in deep breaths to make up for the ones you lost, you found yourself laughing at the situation you managed to put yourself in through the course of one night. Akaashi laughed with you, resolving to lean down and put his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into an embrace. 

“That was great.” He mumbled. 

“I know, right?” 

He pulled back to flick your forehead playfully and you chuckled again. A few moments were spent gazing at each other comfortably until--

“Are you guys gonna stop making out in front of the door or what?” 

You and Akaashi jumped at the sudden opening of the door, frantically turning your heads to see Yukie with a mixed expression bordering on both annoyed and smug. 

“‘S cute and all, but we’ve been hearing you guys mumble outside for, like, ten minutes. And we’d like to have our friend back, please?” She directed her last statement to Akaashi and you laughed with her at his mildly uncomfortable expression. 

“He was gonna give me back eventually,” you answered in his place. “But she does have a point, Akaashi. We’ve been out here for a while.” 

In another moment of uncharacteristic nature, Akaashi’s face simmered into a faint red blush and you swooned at the sight. You unlocked your arms from around him and he mirrored your movements quickly, avoiding eye contact with both you and Yukie. 

Yukie turned to you. “I’ll give you a bit of time.” She gave a glare to Akaashi, “But you better hand her over in five minutes. I’m timing you.” 

“So am I!” You heard the familiar voice of Kaori come from inside the room and laughed in amusement as the setter’s face only grew more saturated. “I’ll be right there, I promise.” With an assuring nod and an “I’m-watching-you” gesture at Akaashi, Yukie slipped back into the room and closed the door, giving you an Akaashi (some semblance of) privacy again. 

“That was interesting.” 

“That was embarrassing.”

“For you.” 

“[Name]--!” 

You cut him off with a jeering laugh and rested your head on his shoulders just like he had done moments before. “I go to school with them,” he mumbled dejectedly. “They’re never gonna let that go.” 

“Yeah.” Silence, then, “Well, you can have fun with that.” 

He groaned into your hair and shook his head before the exaggerated noise simmered into light laughter. “I guess I should let you go now.” 

“I guess you should.” You unlocked yourself from around him and smiled fondly, the same emotion prevalent in his eyes. You leaned up and gave him a short peck, entering euphoria for a millisecond before turning towards the door and letting out a sigh of surrender. 

“Goodnight, then.” You spoke, looking back again to get just one last glance of him for the night. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Tomorrow.” 

“You know, maybe we can have out first date with Tsukki! As a little thank-you for getting us together in the first place--” 

“You know, you haven’t even explained that full story yet and I don’t think I want you to.” 

“‘KaaaaashiiiiI! C’mon!” 

“Goodnight.”

“One more kiss?!” 

“Not after that joke.” 

“I was kidding! I--!” 

“Goodnight.” 

“...you’re no fun.” 

[thedeaditeslayer]

In Conversation with Bruce Campbell.

Below is a short interview with Bruce Campbell that mostly covers The Evil Dead.

The film tells the story of five friends who take a vacation to an isolated cabin in the woods, and find themselves besieged by demonic forces after playing a tape recording of incantations. One by one they are possessed, and Ash (Campbell) as the last man standing, must survive the gruesome mayhem that upset British conservatism and saw the film labelled as a notorious ‘video nasty.’

Campbell spoke about the slow burn success of the movie, the moral ambiguity of the American audience, and how horror shouldn’t be something you’d hear on the six o’clock news

FRIGHTFEST: What were your expectations for EVIL DEAD in the beginning, and could you have anticipated its eventual success?

BRUCE CAMPBELL: Let’s not forget the time frame – its success was a very slow evolution. It took longer to raise the money than we had intended. We went to a different state to film it thinking it was going to be warmer, when in fact Tennessee had one of its coldest winters, and the state we fled, Michigan, had one of its mildest. So right from the start it was all very troubled.

It took about three years to complete the movie and we could not even find a US distributor. We finally got a UK company to look at it, Palace Pictures, and they finally distributed it. We were not even successful in our own country first, which was a big shock to us. It had to happen in another country first and then New Line Cinema came on board after seeing the success in Europe.

The whole thing was very strange, long and drawn out. I think the rights from EVIL DEAD 2, which was seven years later was when we finally got the investors to break even. So it took a long time for EVIL DEAD to be successful - it was a slow-motion success.

FF: From the responses to the film in the UK and Europe compared to America, is there a difference between these audiences?

BC: Well cynically, one would say in the UK they were more at the centre of the fall of civilisation, so they would appreciate chaos and nightmarish imagery. So that would be one theory for it. I think European audiences are more forgiving, whereas American audiences are a little more morally ambiguous. European girls don’t have the moral ambiguousness about sleeping with some dude – like it’s not thought of as being slutty. If you want to sleep with a guy you sleep with him. In the States, it’s this whole dance of should I, or shouldn’t I? Is it right, is it wrong? It’s the same thing in the States of, “Well that woman’s being violated by a vine in the woods, should I leave, should I stay?” Whereas in the UK it was just an outrageous scene and they probably laughed their asses off. So it’s weird, and it’s different civilisations is really what it is.

FF: When you think about THE EVIL DEAD, do you remember moments from the film or do you recall the experiences behind the scenes?

BC: …All my memories are of the experience of filming it, and then the experience of seeing the finished film in a theatre for the first time. You asked a few questions ago what did you hope to get out of it? We just wanted to make a finished movie, and when the film was completed, it was booked into my childhood theatre where I went to see basically every movie from the 70s.

I saw it on a Saturday matinee and there were only about 30 people in the audience, but I thought, ‘Okay, this is it. We did it. We’re playing our movie on our hometown screen.’ The funny thing is everything was gravy afterwards. The goal was could we figure out a way to get our movie into this professional theatre with Hollywood movies, and that was the fun part. So our definition of success might be different than other people’s, and where a big box office would be definition for some movies, for us it was just the fact we pulled it off.

FF: After sitting there in your local theatre, there was then the moment of thinking about what’s next?

BC: Obviously the first EVIL DEAD allowed us to make another movie, and that was the key thing too. We were very concerned about failing with our first movie, and it was one of the reasons why we made a genre movie in the first place. Most of our amateur movies in high school were not horror movies. Most were action or comedy, occasionally a drama, but mostly they were just silly movies, and so we were concerned about our investors getting their money back. We thought, ‘Well let’s pick a genre, let’s pick horror because it’s cheap, you don’t need any name actors and they can be very successful.’

One of the reasons why it was a horror film in the first place, was not because any of us were great horror aficionados. I was a Three Stooges fan, Sam was a big fan of the Marx Brothers, and I don’t think Rob Tapert was into horror of any kind. It was an economic choice

FF: I recall Quentin Tarantino saying that if you want to write books, read books, and if you want to make films, watch films. But could we argue that there are benefits to being less schooled, that allows for a different approach?

BC: …Very often a filmmaker’s first movie is their best because it’s all hands on deck. They go for broke, they don’t know where the limit is and when they should say, “no.” As a result it can sometimes be very excessive and masturbatory, but I thought Sam did an amazing job with his very first movie.

There’s a sequence in there where Ash is going crazy, and Sam stayed up all night doing storyboards for this sequence where the camera was tilted at a 45 degree dutch angle for every shot. I remember at the time we had discussions about whether that was going to be visually acceptable – could the audience even watch what was happening because it was such an extreme way to film. Sam was saying, “Ash is going crazy, the audience should be going crazy too.” It’s actually one of the best sequences of the movie, and it’s one of the most contemporary sequences because it was ahead of its time.

FF: Ideally, you want the film to endure and to engage with a future audience, and to not be limited to the period in which it’s made. Would you agree with this sentiment?

BC: I think nobody knows until the film is out. In my experience a film that is easy to make, is usually hard to watch. And usually films that are very hard to make, are much easier to watch. There’s just something about it when you know that the filmmakers and the actors have really sweated for a project - generally it tends to be better. If you have enough time to sit around telling movie stories between shots, I don’t think you’re working hard enough.

FF: In recent years we’ve seen torture porn and the celebration of violence to disgust rather than to provoke fear. How do you think THE EVIL DEAD fits into a person’s concept of horror who is watching it for the first time in 2020, compared to the context of horror for the 80s audience?

BC: Horror always changes and maybe it’s generational. It used to be the slasher movie, which was some crazy guy released from an institution and with an axe type concept. Then torture porn came in for a while and I’m very happy to see that go, only because it doesn’t celebrate the skill of filmmaking. You put a guy’s dick in a vice and poke it with a stick for half an hour, that’s not really horror. It’s just something you might hear on the six o’clock news.

The real success of a horror movie is getting someone to feel the atmosphere, to feel dread and to actually jump out of their seat. To build to a climatic scare is something that takes an incredible amount of skill between the filmmakers and the actors, and everyone involved. I’m just a big fan of if you’re going to do a horror movie, then it should be scary, but there’s a lot of different ways that something can be scary.

THE SIXTH SENSE I feel is a very disturbing movie, but there’s very little blood and violence in the whole thing. The movie THE TENENT, which is one of my favourite horror movies by [Roman] Polanski, it’s all mental. It’s actually making you think you’re going crazy, and that’s a skill. I’m a big fan of any horror that takes skill.

FF: I always admired that beyond the blood and the violence, it feels like you’re trapped, and you’re slowing succumbing to the oppressive claustrophobia, the gruelling psychological and emotional experience.

BC: The situation was real enough that it permeated into all of us. It was a real abandoned cabin down about a half a mile of road in the middle of nowhere. There was no electricity and no running water. It actually had some creepy history - a woman had fled there during a lightning storm, when someone was murdered at the cabin. So it all helped us to feel the reality.

We were only supposed to film for six weeks and we filmed for twelve. As the film dragged on, people were injured, they left, equipment broke, and it all added up and started to feel real after a while [laughs].

It permeated the movie because back in those days, if Ash hears a sound and swings his shotgun and blows out a window, that’s what you did. You used a real shotgun and you just blew out the window. We just did stuff viscerally back then, but with ASH VS EVIL DEAD, it’s all digital at that point. There’s no real shotgun show, no smoke, that’s digital too, there’s no flash, that’s added later. So I’m glad we made at least one of these movies completely analogue, and just about as real as you’re going to get.

[naoyatoudo]

i need to rant about how zzs was treated in shl hold on spoilers for the end of the drama

still pissed. i hate HATE HATE that zzs was shoved to the side and became the little side piece to wkx’s story of revenge. hello? he’s the MC. ZZS is the MC. WKX is the ML. this is not the wkx story this is the zzs story, literally, he is the main character. why does he just drop back into the background at some point, shoved into a corner, used only to make wkx look good? hello? how the fuck is it that he was captured and tortured for days but no one asks after him or shows much care when he comes back...........it just goes to wkx’s stupid plan that he DOESN’T TELL ZZS ABOUT? HELLO?

and after wkx “dies” no one even thinks to keep an eye on zzs despite him literally trying to commit suicide to follow after him before. how the fuck could they just leave him alone?? and then even when zcl and jby and wx learn about him taking out the nails they just are like. ok bye :) at least zcl cries but  THE FOCUS IS STILL ON WKX??????????? THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME OUTSIDE LIKE 5 MINUTES??? AND WKX OF COURSE HAS THIS WEIRD OOC MOMENT AND LIES TO ZZS AND ACTS LIKE ZZS DESERVES IT AS IF HE HASNT LIED TO ZZS MULTIPLE TIMES NEAR THE END DESPITE THE FACT THEY HAVE A WHOLE THING ABOUT NOT LYING TO EACH OTHER BUT WHATEVER. HAHA. WHO CARES RIGHT? AS LONG AS WKX LOOKS SYMPATHETIC AND GOOD! FUCK. IT’S SO OBVIOUS THE SCRIPTWRITER HAS A WKX BIAS IT MAKES ME FEEL ILL.

I’M SO ANGRYYYYYYY HOW ZZS WAS TREATED LIKE SHIT IN THIS. LIKE GREAT SO YOU TOOK AWAY HIS DECISION WITH HIS LIFE TO SACRIFICE YOUR OWN SO HE’D LIVE FOREVER AND TRAPPED ON A MOUNTAIN AND CAN ONLY EAT SNOW. ALONE. FOREVER. HOW KIND OF YOU. IT’S NOT LIKE YBY HAS A WHOLEEEEEEE EXTRA ABOUT HOW MISERABLE THAT IS OR ANYTHING IN THE NOVEL RIGHT? FUCK OFF. HOW DARE YOU DRAMA WKX.

NOT TO MENTION HOW THE COSTUMES AND MAKEUP WERE CLEARLY HIGHER QUALITY FOR WKX...LIKE REALLY? REALLY?????/ ASIDE THE NEW YEARS ONES IT’S SO STARK HOW MUCH MORE MONEY WENT INTO WKX’S LOOK. AND THE AMOUNT OF TIMES WE HAVE TO SEE THE SAME STUPIF FUCKING FLASHBACKS OF WKX YES I KNOW HIS PAST YES I GET IT I DONT NEED TO SEE IT EVERY EPISODE 3 TIMES.

THE NOVEL. IS ABOUT. ZZS. IT’S ABOUT HIM LEARNING TO MOVE ON AND SPEND HIS LIFE FREELY. WITH HIS OWN DECISIONS. AND BE HIMSELF. SINCE HE COULDN’T DO ANY OF THAT WHILE STUCK SERVING THE EMPEROR (PRINCE HERE, WHATEVER). AMAZING HOW WKX TAKES THAT AWAY FROM HIM AT THE END OF THE DRAMA AND IT’S PLAYED AS GOOD AND ROMANTIC. WKX’S REVENGE PLOT IS IN THE BACKGROUND AND IN THE END HE LITERALLY /LITERALLY/ CHOOSES TO LIVE SO HE CAN BE WITH ZZS. THERE IS NO SACRIFICE ON HIS PART. ZZS DOES NOT GET INVOLVED IN HIS SHIT EXCEPT TO SAVE HIM AT THE END. ZZS LITERALLY STATES WKX’S PLOTS ARE HIS OWN AND HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BUT IN IN THE NOVEL.

WHY DID YOU WRITE ZZS LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF WHO HE IS? I GET CHANGING THINGS TO MAKE HIM PALATABLE FOR  A WIDER AUDIENCE BUT COME ON. AND HIS CRYING AND SIMPERING..LIKE..>???????????? EVEN THEN FINE. BUT THEN YOU TURN HIM INTO A SIDE PIECE WHO JUST IS THERE FOR WKX TO LOOK GOOD. I AM SSSSSO MAD AND I’M GLAD APPARENTLY CHINESE FANS ARE TOO (?) . he deserved better. he did not deserve to be cast aside so the limelight can be on wkx. i feel so bad for zzs and for his ACTOR because even with the actos everyone is soooo focused in wkx’s actor.

wkx’s actor did well don’t get me wrong, glad he is getting attention, but zzs’ actor did really well too.......ugh. the way people are so into wkx and just use zzs as a piece for him even in fics now..like whya re so many fics zzs crying over wkx dying or being a comfort for an upset wkx?? zzs is the one who is literally in pain every single day, was literally tortured and betrayed, lost EVERYONE from his sect, and the whole shit show with wkx’s fake death HE WASN’T TOLD WAS FAKE. SO HE HASTENED HIS DEATH. but no it’s all about wkx and wkx’s emotions right? fuck off.

i’m gonna write so much stuff for zzs. im gonna write jby noticing zzs is upset and confronting and comforting him. for a supposed best friend in the drama he didn’t do fucking much. idk why wx and jby were even there, in the novel they cure him but here they just. what give him medicine so he can live an extra week? wow great.

im so sad we didnt get to see all the things zzs thinks in the novel that show how affected he is by everything and how traumatized he is. i hate how they made his shizun this friendly father figure when he was a rough person who died and left everything for zzs to handle alone at FIFTEEN. i hate how they made zzs the prince’s cousin for NO FUCKING REASON when zzs was just some guy from a family in the jianghu who befriended the prince to help his sect survive.

why is it the series starts off well and with zzs as the mc and switches at some point to be the wkx show? i still like wkx but im so........disappointed. im so disappointed if my rants didnt say it enough ufbhvndskm, especially how the other characters dont notice how upset or pained zzs is at any point?? how the fuck did jby not??? amazingly zcl is the best with it...T__T

also why is it they fight constantly and even though zzs is literally right usually wkx is the sympathetic one and they never talk it through zzs just kind of goes back over to him and they act like normal?? hello??? yeah, uh, zzs was RIGHT. INNOCENT PEOPLE WERE LITERALLY BEING KILLED FOR WKX’S PLAN. YES ZZS WAS RIGHT. IT’S HIS LIFE IF HE WANTS TO JUST DIE FROM HIS WOUNDS AND NOT LOSE HIS MARTIAL ARTS HE CAN. does no one remember in the novel when wkx tries to destroy his martial arts zzs stops him with a “if anyone should understand, it’s you..” and wkx just stops and says “yes...i..i understand...” and respects zzs’ wishes???

what were their other stupid fights? oh yeah zzs again saying innocent people die and oh look he was right again. when wkx betrays zzs’ trust and does his fake death without telling him zzs doesnt even get mad at him. meanwhile wkx raged at him for choosing his own path in life that wkx didnt want...right, that’s good. then the fucking end with wkx saying it’s his turn to lie to zzs like he didnt before. i would punch wkx into the ground for that. fuck you asshole, are you kidding me with this shit??

also why did it take so long for zzs to realize who wkx is in the drama?? in the novel they figured each other out right away almost... why is zzs weaker physically and not as smart.. T_T and he took his disguise off earlier so the fangirls wouldnt have to deal with the “ugly” (wasnt even ugly) look...i know it would never have happened but i feel like wkx’s reaction to his real face was kind of understated. i’ve already said i dislike the shidi-shixiong thing but i do get why they did it so whatever.

im mostly mad about how zzs was picked up, slapped around, and thrown outside.........

scriptwriter why do you hate zzs.......?

[monochromemedic]

The amount it took me to write this while my mind was blanking is astonishing.  So take this shit story.

Ever since a strange accident involving the Black Dragon, an artifact called the Shatter Dagger and me; I’ve been shoved into the hell that was the world of kombat. I’ve been training with Earthrealm forces, trying to save my world from all sorts of bullshit I couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams. Not to mention my own personal struggles dealing with the fact that if I wanted too I could create that Omen scene with the glass pane at anytime on anyone. Sure it was cool but it hasn’t been exactly easy to say the least. Hell, It’s been down right torturous at times. But even then I’ve manage to crawl out of bed every day, work my ass off with people 10 times more talented and experienced then me, and go back to sleep just to do the same thing in the morning. I mean that weird dagger chose me to be a warrior for some reason... so either that thing was wrong and the placebo effect is real  or there really is something more to me then a shy, chubby idiot that can barely talk to a cashier. Not like I could go back to normal life now, my life was different. I was sought after for what was in me, what I could do. If I didn’t learn to fight, everyone I knew and loved would be killed at the hands of anyone that wanted to get what was inside of me. And there happened was a lot of those as of late. But I had to admit, even through all the weird shit that i’d been through, I didn’t expect being at the filming of a new movie to be a ‘strategic move’. I mean that’s what Sonya called it, but I think she just wanted someone to look after Johnny while he was away. Not that anyone would go after him but, it never hurt to be cautious now adays. Outworld was getting bolder, looking for openings to take down the people they saw as threats and weirdly enough, Johnny was one of them. Just one at the bottom of the list. A low priority target. So why not send a low priority person just incase shit hit the fan. Hell if something did happen back at home, two people that weren’t much of a threat in the enemies eyes wouldn’t be a total lost. They still had hard hitters to protect what was important. I would’ve been more heartbroken knowing I was basically a crisp 5 bucks on Outworld’s most wanted list, but I was 20 feet away from like 4 major celebrities, and sitting in one of those fancy actor chairs with Johnny’s name stitched in it. I wasn’t too torn. “Excuse me, miss. Who are you?” One of the runner’s asked, a nervous look on his face. “People don’t seem to recognize you, and I just want to make sure you’re suppose to be here.” I paused, panic beginning to rise in me before remembering what Johnny told me to say. “I’m Mr. Cage’s plus one.” I dug in one of my pockets and pulled out a belt buckle with Johnny’s last name on it. “He said this should be proof enough.” “Ah... yeah.” He took a pause, observing the very gaudy engraved buckle, “ I’ll inform security then. They were getting a bit antsy.” The runner stumbled off without another word towards a large, menacing man blocking a door, whispering something to him before being called elsewhere on set. The large security man rolled his neck and nodded towards my direction, picking up his walkie-talkie to talk to presumably, the other security members. I turned back around, sinking into the rather uncomfortable chair. So glad to know that I was just mere inches away from being beaten to death by security and the only thing that made them stop was some belt buckle worth more then my life. “How’s my favorite Glass Slipper handling Hollywood?” A familiar voice rang out from the dark corner of the set. I turned my head and watched as a rather oiled up, shirtless Cage bounded over, a half drunken cup of iced coffee in hand. “Did you show them the belt?” “Yeah they were 2 minutes away from throwing me out so... “ I paused, staring at his chest for a few seconds. “You... look like someone dipped you in a fast food grease trap.” “Yeah, the audience goes crazy for oiled up guys. When the lights hit your body and the camera catches the glare just right? Cinema gold baby. You don’t wanna know how many fancams are just me drenched in baby oil and fake blood.” He gave a flex of his bicep before grinning wide. “Hell you seem like the type to make those things. You a secret fan?” I raised an eyebrow as I got up from the chair, cheeks staining pink. “No, I’ve probably only seen about 3 or 4 of your movies.” “Makes sense why your not freaking out more. You’re in the lap of luxury! Do you know how many people would kill to be where you are? Not the glass stuff... I mean here on a movie set, next to me, next to other actors! You’re gonna be watching the next big blockbuster in the flesh!” “I... I mean I am freaking out. This is alot I’m just not fangirling. I’m more just... alert.” I muttered, beginning to trail off as Johnny grabbed the script from under his chair, muttering to himself softly about ‘not respecting the art’ or something akin. Johnny was interesting to say the least. An actor turned fighter for Earthrealm all because of a misunderstanding. Even when he found out that it was a fight between realms and not just some fighting tournament that was way too into roleplaying, he stayed, finding out in the process that he had been from a long line of warriors with powers. And even though all of that happened he was still... him. Cocky, rude, arrogant. You’d think that something that life changing would... well change you but not Johnny. Ever since, everyone’s just sort of put up with him and his antics, even though I could see how close they were to decking him the face when he spoke. Most of the time, I was one of them but other times I could see something else in him, something more besides the douchebag he presented himself as. How suddenly nice he could get, how protective, serious. But those moments were few and far in between, especially when they were paired with moments like this. “Can you hand me a highlighter? Just over by the food table.”  I nodded, getting up and avoiding people with large bulky equipment that would easily put me into debt if I even thought of scratching it. I came back, handing the highlighter to the man. “Here you go Mr. Cage.” He raised an eyebrow as he grabbed the highlighter, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Mr. Cage? What are you my agent? You can call me Handsome, Sexy... really any adjective to describe a really good looking guy, Adonis maybe?” I could feel my cheeks get brighter, unsure if he was flirting with me or just trying to boost his own ego. What was I talking about, he wouldn’t flirt with someone like me. It was just him being an ass!  I turned my face away from him, beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable the longer I stood there. “Oh come on, that was funny! Don’t get your panties in a twist.” “A...are you serious? My panties in a twist? I’m not going to call you those things, especially here, someplace I’m not comfortable in!” I hissed under my breath as a passerby gave us a questionable look. ”Why? I’ve been called way dirtier things on and off the stage. These people are all use to it! I think that boom operator has even seen me get hot and heavy with a few actresses between takes. Honestly, I’m just trying to help you out, make you fit in with the crowd instead of looking like a little lost puppy like you always do, Hon.” He huffed, lowering the script on to his lap to highlight a few of his lines. His eyes didn’t meet mine once as he spoke, more focused on the movie then the insults and remarks he was slinging at me. “W-What the hell is wrong with you! Do you talk to everyone this way or just the people you see lower then yourself?”  “Trust me you aren’t as special as you think you are.” I felt a pin drop in my stomach as he spoke, a rage boiling deep inside of me that I had suppressed for far too long. I was never confrontational, always avoided verbal arguments if I could but having to deal with seeing him do this to everyone, to do it to me when I saw something in him. In a place surrounded by celebrities, by people who worked for him, in a place I felt like I didn’t belong. It felt like one straw too many for the camel’s back.  ”I can’t believe I ever saw something deeper to you then some shallow fuckboy with an ego the size of Mt. Everest!” I snapped, my voice echoing around the suddenly still sound stage. Even with the rest of the crews eyes now on us, Cage didn’t look up. Didn’t even flinch from what he was doing. His only response was a slow lowering of the marker in his hand as the eyes of hundreds of workers bore into my soul.  I couldn’t stand it. I dipped my head away, walking past the security guard that blocked the sound stage door to the outside. No one tried to stop me, to slow me down. Even before I reached the door I could hear them all return to what they were doing, like it was a normal occurrence there. I suppose it probably was when it came to people like him. Didn’t make it hurt any less though, to find out I was just another person on the long list of people he upset. I paced in circles outside the door, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. If I went back in there I knew I’d be stared down, both by Johnny and the movie crew, but if I stayed out here it could be just as bad. Besides wasn’t I suppose to be watching him? Suppose to have his back in case of any danger? Hell even if I hated his guts I wasn’t so petty to leave the guy in a dangerous situation where he could get killed. Or I could get killed. Not like I had a ride, I’d be walking the streets of Hollywood like an idiot. No map, no money. It was dog eat dog world out here even if there wasn’t dangerous mercenaries wanting to rip me to shreds. As I turned around for the umpteenth time, my eyes caught something at the other end of the building, something familiar slipping through the door frame before being blocked by the large metal door. I stopped in my tracks, face furrowing as I tried to piece together where I remembered that kinda clothing, that face. Big boots, something like knives strapped to his body, shaved head. I felt a chill run down my body as it finally clicked, the words of Sonya echoing in my head. ‘See this guy? I’ve been tracking this piece of human garbage for a while. He goes by the name Kano, and he’s the head of the Black Dragons, the same ones that brought that artifact to Earthrealm that changed you. If you ever see him, run. He plays dirty and even if you think you have a chance, you aren’t because he’s got a squadron of goons not far behind.’ “Johnny...” Without thinking I ripped the door open, sprinting into the sound stage only to be confronted with my worse fear. The crimson spray of blood from Cage’s mouth splattered across his body, droplets falling to the floor as Kano readied another punch.  “Johnny! No!” My voice was shrill, and harsh, as I ran towards the enemy, the one I was told to run away from. All to save some ass I told not 10 minutes ago that I saw no good in. As I closed in, I readied a punch, aiming for the cybernetic eye to hopefully bash in with a single decisive strike. I didn’t need to beat him, I didn’t need to win. All I needed was a small advantage for me to get Cage out of danger. My fist was stopped by Johnny’s hand, his face frantic as he stepped into my sight. “ACTING. ACTING, WE’RE ACTORS. LITERALLY ON A SOUND STAGE. DON’T DECK THE GUY TRYING TO GET A PAY CHECK!” “W-what? No that’s- your-” “Blood capsules. Fake blood.” He hissed, letting go of his tight grip on my hand to wipe the red dye from his face. “And that guy, isn’t Kano. He’s a guy I made the director add to movie BASED on Kano.” I felt my hand fall to my waist, turning to face the surprised actor I was mere seconds away from decking. My embarrassment flooded my body, stumbling back a few steps before the director began to scream from off set. “What the hell is going on?! This crazy broad walking on set, nearly hitting my stars, Johnny, baby, what the hell are you bringing to my set? Ya know I thought this bitch would be way more calm the the usual models you bring here but at least those don’t do this shit!”  The older man got up from his chair, megaphone in hand as he approached the actor. The rage emanating from him was palpable, making the air heavy and thick. I moved closer to Johnny, shamefully looking to the actor for guidance. I saw his eyes flicker down to me before giving a cocky look to the old man. “Excuse me? Are you... questioning the people I bring here? Me. Johnny FREAKING Cage? Award winning actor, multi box office record setting STAR... of who he brings on the set? Do you WANT a goddamn strike?” The director’s tone completely flipped at the boisterous words, slinking back into the shadows of the set. “Johnny, baby please-” he began. “Don’t you BABY me. You know my name!” “M..mr. Cage.” “That’s right. And you will address me as such as long as you wanna keep feeding that family of yours with this fat paycheck your getting from working with ME. So you keep your mouth shut about whoever the hell I bring here. I’ll bring a fucking live tiger if I damn well please and you just point your stupid little megaphone, give a big bright smile, and play along. GOT IT?” “Y...yes sir, Mr. Cage. Of course.” Johnny flashed a smile to the rest of the crew as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pushing me into his chest. “Now how about you all give my friend Jenna, a great big ‘Sorry’ and we can get back to working huh? Come on don’t be shy! ‘Sorry~ ‘come on, SAY IT!” He screamed, face turning red as the sound stage went hush. Slowly but surely a wave of monotone, ‘Sorry, Jenna’ erupted from the darkness of the sound set, culminating in the most unenthusiastic, forced apology from a group of grown ups I’d ever heard. It if wasn’t for the fact I could see them, I could of sworn that these were elementary school kids being yelled at by a principal for being too loud at lunch time. Johnny’s arm gave me a small reaffirming shake as he turned me toward him, a lip curled in smug pride. “There, ain’t that just the best medicine?” “What are you doing?” I whispered, hand going to touch his still oily chest. “It’s called acting. I figured if I’m the asshole, no one will shift the blame on you and the fact you just tried to bitch slap a B-list actor. After all if I’m a prick, might as well play the part.” He whispered back, giving a quick wink toward me as he patted my back. “Also, you called me Johnny. I gotta admit, that’s got a nice ring to it.” He placed another small pat to the small of my back and led me back toward his chair, giving the stink eye to a few people that glanced in our direction. “So. How bout we take it from square one huh? Come on, let’s get going people, hustle hustle, hustle! I ain’t getting any prettier! ” He began to clap his hands feverously causing the others to begin to run around for another take of the scene. As I reclined in the chair, watching the chaos beginning to start up, I couldn’t help but overhear people begin to bitch under their breath about how much of an ass Johnny was, completely forgetting about what just happened with me. At least Johnny was right about what would happen, making himself the target to absorb the hate. Who would care about some no name when everyone could tell their friends and family how shitty a guy Cage was for bringing the girl in the first place and acting like it was no big deal after all? He wasn’t an idiot, he used his arrogant nature to play people like a fiddle and people were none the wiser. All except for me, who saw the kindness break through the mask. Maybe I was too cruel, or maybe he was just doing it to prove he wasn’t a complete jackass to me. Either way, I was grateful. He didn’t need to do that, but he still did, much like most of things that happened with him.  I watched a makeup artist clean the blood off of Johnny’s chest, reapplying any patches of oil or foundation that had been ruined by the fake blood. Our eyes met from across the stage and with a cocky grin he flexed an arm, throwing a finger gun at me before barking an order at the makeup artist to further reassure his status of a dick. Jeopardizing his status in his inner circle all to make me feel better. What a guy.

[monsieur-fancy-hat]

How abt an AU where dazai and chuuya are in the mafia together and atsushi and akutagawa are in the ADA

Send me some characters and an AU for me to write headcanons/prompts for.

Ended up rewriting this like twice but I hope you enjoy!!

Some parts of it were taken from the canon BSD AU light novel, BEAST.

Ages during the backstory:

Akutagawa Ryuunosoke- 11 or 12

Nakajima Atsushi- 8 or 9

Akutagawa Gin- 8 or 9

Dazai Osamu- 16 or 17

Nakahara Chuuya- 16 or 17

Odasaku- 20 or 21

Let’s start with Akutagawa and Atsushi’s backstory!!

Akutagawa and Gin have a mother. She abused them, because she believed that she had to work three times harder to take care of them as she was a single mom. She also hated the kids for looking so eeriely like the fathers (cause half-siblings).

So after a while, Akutagawa and Gin fun away from home. They take as much cash as they feel comfortable with, take important belongings (weapons), a coat given to Akutagawa by his father, and other necessities.

The end up in the slums for a while, before an orphanage takes them in. They’re far away enough from their mother that it’s pretty much safe. But the orphanage learns about the mother and stuff. And they decide that maybe they should go into the foster care system? The orphanage isn’t sure right now, so they just let the kids stay.

So Akutagawa and Gin stay at the orphanage. They’re kinda loners, cause they don’t talk to people besides themselves. Some kids believe that Gin is mute (so they make fun of her) and Akutagawa -even at the delicate age of 12- has a death glare that makes grown adults run. So he uses it o the bullies. And if he’s not around... well, Gin has her way of taking care of things (stabby stabby).

But one day, this mysterious guy talks to Akutagawa. This mysterious man starts talking ‘nonsense’ about special powers and stuff. He also explains that Akutagawa might have some.

Akutagawa doesn’t believe the mysterious guy.

But a week later Gin was cornered in a alley by a college kid, who was trying to do.... non-consenting inappropriate things to her. And Gin, being Gin, had a knife out and was about to stabby stabby, when this random kid jumps on the college dude.

And he starts trying to hang onto the college guy by his neck and yelling for help

And Gin is just stand there wondering what the heck is going on

The orphanage staff rush into the alley to see a white-haired kid biting a college dude (who is still trying to shake him off) and a little girl, who kinda looks like a ninja, slipping what they think looks like a knife into a pocket.

They bring the police to arrest the college dude.

Everyone is wondering why he has cat-like scratches on his back and tiger bites on his neck.

Gin is interested by the white haired kid (which, you know, Atsushi) and brings him to join her tiny friend group.

Akutagawa, not a huge fan of him...

And apparently, neither are the orphanage staff.

Atsushi’s 8 or 9, Gin is 8 or 9, and Akutagawa is around 12.

Akutagawa and Gin get the least abused by the staff, cause they are great at not getting into trouble.

I mean, Gin was scolded a couple times for the incidents (“You shouldn’t have run off on your own! And if you’re gonna run away, then don’t come back!!”). But that’s pretty much it.

Atsushi, on the other hand.... let’s just say that the staff have some problems with him.

Gin (and sometimes Akutagawa) usually patch Atsushi up though, so he’s not alone!

They become decently good friends. Woohoo!

But Akutagawa starts thinking that Atsushi is secretly a tiger. Cause bite marks. Also cause he heard rumors that there was a white tiger around the orphanage grounds.

So he meets up with the mysterious guy, and tries to get some answers. Cause he wouldn’t want Gin to be hanging out with someone who could hurt her. That’s a no-no.

Sadly, mysterious guy hasn’t heard about this either. So... oof.

So one night, Akutagawa gets waken up by something crashing outside.

He puts on his coat and decides to go check it out, correctly thinking it’s the tiger.

Atsushi-tiger (he’s a baby tiger, just so ya know), seeing Akutagawa, goes to attack him.

And Akutagawa hears someone shout “Use your ability!!”

Akutagawa is kinda confused, and kinda angry, so he just says the first thing that comes to mind (He remembers that when he was younger, really really young, his father would show him how he sewed cloth together. How many shades of black you could use, and all the different styles. Mr. Akutagawa showed his son one of his favorite pieces, a black coat. He named it Rashomon. Cause I need this story to make a bit of sense.)

“RASHOUMON!”

Boom

Parts of his coat fly towards the tiger, trapping him.

But it can’t hold him for long, and Atsushi springs right back at him.

But mystery guy comes in the middle of them, and activates his ability.

“No longer human.”

In a flash of white light, Atsushi is found on one side, laying face-down bottom-up on the floor.

Akutagawa was standing on the other side.

Mystery guy offered Akutagawa a place to belong. A place to go home to. He even said Gin & Atsushi could come, if Akutagawa wanted.

And Akutagawa doesn’t know what to think.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to, cause ANOTHER MYSTERY GUY COMES OVER

He has dark red hair, and a beige trench coat.

And he seems to recognize mystery guy #1.

“Dazai, is that you?” “Oh! Hi there Oda! Isn’t this a surprise. I’ll be taking the kids and leaving now, if you don’t mind!”

Yup. It’s Dazai and Oda!

Also, FYI, Oda does mind. Cause Dazai left the A.D.A. a couple months ago and no one has had any contact with him ever since.

Oda is upset and wants Dazai to come back. And Dazai... doesn’t give a damn.

They have a standoff-staredown.

And while they do that, Akutagawa goes over to Atsushi to check if he’s alive and okay.

Dazai and Oda fight, but Dazai can’t bring himself to kill Oda and leaves alone.

Which leaves Oda with an uncounsious Atsushi and a tired Akutagawa.

Oda decides that he should take these kids in. So he goes to the orphanage the next day and adopts Atsushi.

And Atsushi is sad cause he thinks he’ll be separated from Gin and Akutagawa.

Which is oof.

But Oda ends up fostering the Akutagawa’s.

So he just ends up with 3 more kids. Woohoo!! And the other kids too, but they’re all younger than them (3-4 at the time).

So Oda has his hands VERY full. Too nice.

He brings them to the A.D.A.

And Kunikida scolds Oda cause “You were supposed to be looking for that bandaged idiot! Not going around taking in more kids!!”.

But Oda interrupts him and says, “I talked to Dazai.”

And everyone goes quiet for a minute. Cause if Oda spoke to Dazai and he still won’t come back, it’s over.

Dazai has defected from the Armed Dectetive Agency.

Oda spends his time training Atsushi and Akutagawa. They’re both young and a bit confused about what’s going on (“What the... I’M A TIGER?!” “Yes, Jinko, we know.”)

But they all get along quite well, so yay!

The trio grow up together, and they eventually become official members of the A.D.A. Gin is an assistant.

She, Naomi, and Haruno become friends. Gin is still closest to Atsushi though.

And that’s their [back]story.

But now... it’s time for Dazai’s!

So, Dazai & Oda went to school together. Dazai had a not-so-great home life, so moved away at 16.

He lived by himself for a month or two, living off weird part-time jobs. Due to his smarts, he managed to skip two grades. So he’s a freshman in college. I think.

And Oda is in his third year of college.

Dazai lived at the school dorms, cause he got a full-ride scholarship. Cause smart.

Dazai has known about his powers for a while. Some weird doctor guy went to him and tried to get him to join some mafia thing, but Oda advises him to not.

So he doesn’t. But he is interested.

Dazai & Oda end up in the A.D.A.

And Oda has a great time there. He likes the people. He has fun. It’s great.

But Dazai... nope. He hates it. He can’t suicide attempt without someone being there to stop him, he can’t wear bandages without being sent to Yosano to get a check up, he can’t even be gone for a day without being chased down by Kunikida or Oda, wondering where the he’ll he’s been.

Dazai is bored and sick of the A.D.A.

So he leaves.

After a huge argument with Oda, Dazai leaves. And Mori, predicting this would happen, appeared to say “I told you so.”

And so Dazai, at the young age of 16, is taken in by the Port Mafia.

And he’s pretty good at it too!

He loves playing mind games and doing interrogations and killing people who NEVER SEE IT COMING~ (sorry, wrong fandom-) and just being evil~

A couple months later, he’s on track to become a executive. He’s already a sub-executive under Kouyou.

But then, Fifteen (Well, it’s more like Sixteen...) happens

And Dazai meets the cutest redhead he’s ever seen in his life.

Also Dazai is a kinky man has a thing for gloves.

ALSO MOTORCYCLE & CHUUYA

So of course Dazai is in love intrigued by the tiny sixteen year old.

“What the f*ck I’m still growing!!”

“Sureeeeeee-”

“F*ck off.”

“So creative, Chuu~”

“I will torture you until you die from the pain and then I’ll burn you and chop up your ashes and scatter them in the sea so that there’s no way you can come back.”

“Oh. Sounds like fun!! I mean, excluding the pain part, I’d love to die with you~”

“...why are you like this?”

Since Mori is a sadist and Dazai, a masochist, Chuuya and Dazai become partners.

“Please NO.”

“Please yes~”

And they were roommates.

oH mY gOd thEy wEre rOommAteS

[cough cough] ANYWAYS

Chuuya and Dazai become partners. They murder people.

Dazai thinks it’s fun, and Chuuya can’t help but go along with Dazai’s shenanigans. Chuuya is very in love annoyed.

The two become a feared duo, but some who know them personally (Kouyou, Mori, & Hirotsu) know that they’re really just lovestruck teens.

It’s really cute.

And que the next backstory!

So. Chuuya’s backstory. I tried making up a new one for him, but I didn’t want to diverge too much from canon, so his is pretty much the same.

Now, the plot. Well, it’s more somewhat connected headcanons that plot, so... oof. The backstories all happened 10 years ago, so everyone is 10 years older than they were before.

Ages:

Atsushi- 18-19

Akutagawa- 21-22

Gin- 18-19

Dazai- 26-17

Chuuya- 26-27

Oda- 30-31

So. Atsushi is going grocery shopping, yeah?

And Chuuya is also grocery shopping, yeah?

And they bump into each other. And Atsushi doesn’t recognize him, but Chuuya remembers from one of Dazai’s drunk ramblings about trying to recruit some white tiger kid and a black coat?

Either way, Chuuya doesn’t really care. But he decides to tell Dazai once he’s home.

But only after he finished shopping for some fresh, non-canned crab.

But as he’s picking out a crab, the grocery store gets attacked by some ability users.

Oof.

And Chuuya doesn’t want to intervene (and risk his identity/secrecy to the public, who have limited knowledge of ability users).

But white-tiger Atsushi just goes flying towards one of the robbers.

And Chuuya knows.

So obviously, he tells Dazai. And Dazai, being Dazai, pretends he doesn’t remember.

Later, he goes to visit the A.D.A.

To see his ‘replacements’.

But he’s super chill about it.

And by ‘chill’, I mean smiley-evil. Like when he was talking to Mori during the A.D.A. & P.M. meeting (in canon).

Atsushi and Akutagawa are a mix of confused and worried.

And Akutagawa is lowkey wondering why the heck this random guy, who looks suspiciously familiar.

And ohhhh it’s that guy who tried to kidnap him a few years ago!

Wait. It’s the guy who tried to kidnap him a few years ago.

And Akutagawa takes Atsushi and they leave the A.D.A. building.

They end up on a we’re-denying-that-this-is-a-date-but-it-really-is.

But like they’re obviously lowkey dating, so yeah-

Like come on, Gin has been shipping this since she was like 9.

Also Dazai (after getting in a fight with with Oda, again oof), on his way home, he sees Atsushi & Akutagawa on the way back, and thinks of his boyf riend~~

And Dazai ships it SO HARD!!

But he first must go home to Chuu~

And that’s all I can think of right now. Also I really wanna get this posted cause it’s super late. I also gotta start the others. ;-;

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!! ♥️

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Shed in the Desert - Cherri Cola x Reader

Request: Hey, hun c: My request is a bit more on the unusual side. Could you write some Cherri Cola x reader? Only if you want to, of course. Thanks 😚💕✨

Word count: 1 518

A/N: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON ON EARTH! I met this very special girl only because of this blog, and I wish I could have come up with something better than this story, or something longer or more indulging or whatever, but to be honest: I don’t think anything I could come up with would be good enough for you from where I am standing. Thank you for being my friend. May this year be the best yet. (I miss you)

The sun was burning down mercilessly on you. But then again, when wasn’t it? Ever since the world had been taken over by the white monster that called itself Better Living Industries the sun always burnt down from the sky, poisoning everything with dangerous radiation. Always, unless a very dangerous sand storm was causing havoc in the desert. And one of these was on its way while you climbed up the last hill separating you from your destination. Soon the old gas station came into view, and concerned you turned around, finding that the sand storm was getting closer quickly. Pulling the straps of your backpack tighter, you started stumbling down the hill, running as good as possible in the debris of former buildings, and the slippery sand, chased by the deep rumbling of the storm in your back.

As you came closer to the gas station, you recognized trash, old plastic bags, truck wheels, and wooden pallets leaning against the sides of the walls, and you could not help but grin as well as shake your head at the same time. He had promised he would clear away that stuff, and yet-

Breathing heavily, you more fell than walked through the door to the old building, your eyes being met with darkness, making you temporarily blind after the bright light outside. Slowly small dots of red and green lights started to form in your vision; the lights of a control desk. Then a familiar voice spoke up.

“Was wondering if you’d still make it.”

You blinked into the dark, finally shapes started to appear. Thin rays of dimmed light flitted into the room through wooden planks that had been nailed against the windows from the outside to protect the precious glass from the upcoming storm.

“I’ve always made it before. Why shouldn’t I this time,” you replied, throwing the backpack somewhere to your left where you knew an old, worn out couch was standing.

“There’s a Drac patrol on the loose out there. I was worried.”

There was reproach in his voice, and you knew he was upset, thinking you might not know he cared. Now that your eyes had adjusted to the little light, you even were able to spot him, leaning against one of the tables on which his DJing equipment was set up on.

“You know me, Cherri,” you laughed quietly, walking over to him, as the wind started howling around the house, “I’m careful.”

“Exactly, I know you. And you’re not always as careful as you want people to believe,” he claimed, and took a few steps towards you.

He was taller than you, always had been, and while it sometimes bothered you, because he liked to take the role of the “wise old man”, as you called it, it also had something comforting. Cherri Cola wrapped you in his arms, and you buried your nose in his torn shirt.

“Missed you,” he laughed lightly, making you pull away.

“I’ve been away for literally two days,” you rolled your eyes, and turned away from him so he would not see your smile.

“Did you get it?”

Curiously Cherri walked past you to the couch to take a look at your bag, but you were quicker.

“Hey, hands of,” you laughed as you pulled the rucksack against your chest, “Let me surprise you!”

“Uhm, okay,” Cherri shrugged, “Now I’m curious.”

“Sit down,” you demanded, and pulled him to the sofa in the corner. “So first of all, yes, I did get your diode, and the RCA connector you asked for.”

Feeling around in your bad, you pulled out the little plastic bag with the two tiny replacement parts Cherri needed for his DJ desk.

“Oh thank Destroyer, you are amazing,” he laughed, and was about to jump up to hug you again, but you gestured Cherri to stay seated.

“Wait, it gets better,” you announced, making him raise his eyebrows curiously. “We got some actual, carbonated sodas-“ you pulled out two cans of soda, making Cherri bounce in his seat like a little kid, “and- can you guess it?”

“What? Now come on, don’t torture me like this,” he whined, and craned is neck as if that would enable him to look into the backpack.

“You have to guess,” you laughed, knowing he would never guess correctly.

“You got some- uhm… some bread?”

“Nope, better, guess again.”

“Aw, don’t keep me in suspense like this,” Cherri cried, making you laugh even more.

“Okay, I’ll give you a hint,” you decided, “It, too, has to do with your music.”

“No! You did not find a cassette tape,” Cherri jumped up in excitement.

“Think better, newer, rarer,” you encouraged, your fingers closing around the slim box in the backpack.

“You did not get a CD,” Cherri mumbled, and was almost growing pale from excitement.

“May I present to you: a wonderfully intact, original pressing of the only album Mad Gear and Missile Kid ever published!”

Handing Cherri the CD, you watched his reaction closely. He had been after some version of this album for years, but had started to give up all hope on ever finding one. And then you had stumbled across it in the dumpsters of this little shop; they had not even known how valuable this little piece of plastic was, and you had made sure not to tell them, otherwise they would not have let you leave with it.

Now Cherri carefully took the small box in both hands, as if the thin plastic cover was the most fragile thing he had ever held. Slowly he turned it, inspecting the present with from wonderment glowing eyes.

“Can we listen to it,” he asked quietly, obviously not able to believe what he was holding in his hands. But you knew this was the real deal, you had gotten the chance to give it a listen, to make sure it was not just the cover with a different CD, even though any form of saved music was worth more than gold to DJs like him.

“Go on,” you nodded towards the portable CD player by his desk, and quickly Cherri walked over.

He fumbled around with the technology for a moment, before the once so familiar sounds of electric guitar and drum set started playing through the speaker in the small room. Turning up the volume to drown out the sound of the wind and sand of the storm hitting against the walls outside, he came walking back over to you.

“Did I tell you how much I love you,” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

It was rare for Cherri to be so open about his feelings, but you were used to that, and you had known what you were getting when you had started whatever this thing between the two of you was.

“Not yet, not today at least,” you smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair, playing around with the dyed strand in on forehead.

“I love you to death and back,” he laughed, and bent down, pressing his chapped lips against yours.

You had been away for just two days, but damn, had you missed the taste of rancid PowerPup mixed with flat soda and dust on Cherri’s lips. You doubted you would have enjoyed that taste on anybody else’s lips, but tasting it on his, you knew you were home.

When Cherri pulled away, his hair was dishevelled, and a slight pink hue had dusted over his cheeks. You still struggled with the knowledge that he got flustered around you, especially when you were kissing. He had never seemed like the kind of guy to blush or stutter. So you had been rather amused when you found out he could barely string together a sentence when he was trying to confess his love to you the first time. In fact it had taken him a long time to get used to the little acts of affection from you until he did not completely lose all ability to speak a proper sentence anymore. And even years late he still blushed when kissing you, the same man who was always so confident and dominant towards others…

You smiled lovingly up at him, and pulled him to sit down on the couch where you handed him a can of the still carbonated soda you had scavenged.

You were not one to romanticise the desert and this world you found yourself living in, but in moments like this, you thought that you were actually pretty happy with your life. Taking a sip from the weird tasting soda, you almost coughed at the strange sensation of bubbles running down your gullet. Cherri laughed softly, a sound that almost got drowned out by the howling storm and the blaring music.  Nuzzling his nose into your hair, he inhaled deeply, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him. When you looked over at him, trying to give him a disapproving stare, he gently grabbed your chin, and kissed you again sweetly. Yeah, right now you really could not complain.

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[thattimdrakeguy]

Bendis has gone from one of my secretly favorite writers to one of my least favorite. Like not only has he made the last so many issues of Young Justice contain some of the most bare bones writing, not only has he made some of the most un-logical decisions of Tim’s fictional life (which is jaw dropping), but he also can’t write Damian worth a damn. He showed he couldn’t get more then two things right about him in 6 pages.

Like I’ve already made it clear that I think Damian’s writing for a while now has just been horrid even if no one talks about it, but just ... no, Bendis, no. Bendis can’t even get one of the simplest trademarks of Damian right.

Damian has a very particular way of speaking, it’s something that even fan fic writers can get right, but just, right away Bendis has him say “Yo”, like, it’s so nitpicky, but it’s just such an obvious thing to avoid. Damian’s way of speaking is so straight forward and obvious, so so obvious. How does one get in the position to write a character in an official medium and get something so obvious and simple wrong?

Is it like on the application to be a DC writer “make sure you never read our character’s before”, because I keep reading current comics every now and again and I wonder.

Has Bendis ever read Damian before? It’s like he just had him described to him as he was dozing off, like, how can you be so bad at writing him? He makes him mean and snarky, but like, come oooon, stop being a parody of bad writing. Why is everything with you lately so bare bones and awful?

Damian would not have a card collection, you absolute dolt.

I’m plenty aware that other writers act like he’s a normal kid and crap, but those writers are absolute crap too. You don’t choose the bad writers to be your inspiration.

Do you know a single thing about what you’re writing?

Why are you writing something you clearly don’t understand?

Damian is such a simple and specific character, it should not be this hard to get more than only two things right with him. 

You couldn’t get the simplest things right with him.

These are such small things, but it’s blowing my mind how reoccurring these things constantly happen.

Even the artist, I love David LeFuente so much, like he’s one of my favorite artists, and I love his Tim and all that, but like, why doe he choose to draw some of the characters so weird?

I love the way he draws Jon, but why does Jon look older then how he drew Conner? They’re the same age currently aren’t they? Conner’s like a young adult now by the way they act. Very late high school years at the very least since they don’t actually specify how long he’s been in Gemworld. So why does Conner look about 4 years younger then his Jon when if anything he’d be older? Like Lefuente’s Conner didn’t look like Conner at all. How did he make Conner look younger than Jon?

And why does Damian look 5? I know a lot of artist struggle to draw younger kids, but why do they constantly get artists that seem like they never seen a 13 year old to draw Damian. It cannot be that hard to have an artist that knows what a 13 year old looks like to draw Damian. There has to be at least one person that can do that. DC, just hire a guy that can draw a 13 year old, to draw your 13 year old character, please. If they’re going to draw them, that should be one of the requirements, you know, actually being able to draw them.

Like why is it so hard to find artists that can draw Tim and Damian? Neither one of them has an easy time finding creative teams that get them. It seems like both of those guys have such struggles finding artists and writers that seem like they actually know what they look like and act like.

Even the language used to describe the issue feels off “These two best buds”, like I don’t make it a secret Super Sons is garbage, and the whole progression of their relationship when it became a thing is some of the worst I’ve ever seen in any comic ever, but like, DC clearly loves them, Didio has said so, and it’s no surprise DC can’t even get what they love right, but “two best buds” doesn’t sound like it’s referring to a thing describing Damian.

It’s another nitpick, but it’s another that’s like, so easy to avoid, because it’s like “oh hey maybe this doesn’t sound like it’s referring to a Damian thing, maybe we should change it. Like it’s so simple, so freaking simple. It’s not a big deal at all in the big run, but something that takes a literal nanosecond to realize is off isn’t that hard to fix. It’s so simple, so genuinely simple, and they got it wrong. All these things they’re getting wrong just keep adding up to the point it’s becoming parody-level’s of stupid it keeps happening.

DC is so inadequate at such basic things at this stage in the game. Even describing things to fit what they’re describing is becoming hard for them. Damian is not a character you describe like he’s a bro or something, it’s not that hard.

Damian is not that hard of a character to get right at all. He’s genuinely very simple. If you never seen him in your entire life. It would take like 3 to 4 issues to understand his character. How he acts, what his thought processes are like, and his life style, but somehow they keep messing that up.

I want Damian to be in a comic that actually knows what to do with him so badly. Like I’m so sick of every comic he’s in getting the most simplest yet obvious things wrong with him.

A big flaw of this specifically, is just how much Super Sons doesn’t work as a concept. It’s very superficial why people want them together, and yet somehow the way they put it together doesn’t work even worse. They have to ignore a lot of obvious stuff to make it even be a thing, which is exactly what they did, so anything involving them is right away so forced that it’s gut-wrenchingly distracting.

But it’s like stuff like this, with the smallest details, just sort of represents a lot about DC, and I think this is why it’s bugging me so much. The amount of obvious stuff they get wrong or at least off is becoming more grating to me.

DC has a massive habit of avoiding the most obvious simple stuff, to instead make a crap load of dumb ideas in.

In this case it’s super small, like a few choices of words, but at this stage it’s just slaps in the face. Get one freaking thing right.

You some how think Tim would change his name just like that, which is just stupid.

You forget almost everything about Damian’s character to put him in places he doesn’t belong.

You think Batman would beat up his kids. His parents died when he was a kid, that happened, but he didn’t become Batman because he was a psychopath, he became Batman to avoid crimes like that happening. That’s the very DNA basic level of Batman, and you got it wrong multiple times in the past few years, and he is your most popular character. You can’t get the basics of your most popular character in Batman right.

And you seem to think doing everything people don’t want is going to get you sales, when after a while people are just gonna leave.

You cannot get the simplest of things right, obvious, simple things, that take a nanosecond of thought, and you get them wrong.

A character that never wanted to stop being Robin like Tim, probably isn’t going to randomly change his identity to match a person that just tried to kill him like how you’re acting. It should take no thought at all to realize that’s a very dumb idea, but you seem to be doing it when you probably shouldn’t.

A character who became a crime fighter to stop crimes, probably isn’t going to beat the crap out of his kids for doing nothing wrong. He didn’t even try to find out if Jason did something, he just assumed without doing any detective work, and he’s a detective. He hit Tim in the face so hard he fell to the ground because Tim wanted to help him. That’s so stupid. I don’t care if Batman’s being mentally tortured by Bane during that last bit, the very basic morals of Batman would probably kick in considering it’s like no one’s ever tried to mentally torture him before. I’m pretty sure hitting a kid in the face isn’t gonna be his first thought when all the kid did was try to help him.

These small minuscule things that they can’t get right. The people that do that are in charge of major things in a company that used to give people something to be happy about each month, are just like this. Even simple (most likely barely noticeable to most people things) things escape them.

Damian is more then just being a snarky, mean, dude.

I’m so unreasonably upset that they keep messing up this character in the simplest of ways.

They’ve already ruined the whole point of his character development, they ignore half the bad stuff he does almost like they purposely want to avoid character development, the very simple basics of his character they ignore to pander to a very easily amused audience, and it’s just tiring.

Damian is like that unmentioned horribly written character, and I think it’s because his arrival was that beginning of the end era of DC were all the crap we hate now started. Like his character ever showing up at all was ridiculous and I won’t pretend otherwise, but at least as an Elseworld’s character he had promise. 

Like because his character showed up in the beginning of the end, a lot of the fans that are still around care less and less about stuff, so no one comments on it. Compared to someone like Tim who been around since 1989, so when they got the smallest but most simplest of things wrong with him it got called out more. Plus, the somewhat surprisingly large amount of people that are that easily persuade by easy pandering praise some of the stuff, so other people assume nothing is wrong.

DC, please, just get writers and people in-charge that can actually think for more than a nanosecond.

Within 6 pages they already got the basic trademarks of a very simple character wrong, and couldn’t even realize that two measly words were bizarre choices. He is not a little kid bro-ing around with his school bestie. I know Super Sons probably did that, but because a comic did it, does not make it a good idea. That’s still completely ridiculous and out of character for Damian to do, seeing how he showed no interest until it suddenly happened. He is a stubborn, half-way anti-social character, he is not going to kidnap, terrify, threaten, and stalk a little kid, to then have the kid he did that to, mostly ignore all that and be okay with it, while no one barely does a thing about his behavior. They set those kids on a trip together. That makes no sense. I get Jon is a superhero with powers, but basic parenting says don’t force your kid to be around someone who would realistically traumatize them. Like, basically, it doesn’t work. At a molecular level, it does not work. Fiction that can be as fantastical as superhero comics is typically maintained by following human logic, or at least in the modern day of comics, but they just ignored that completely.

I don’t expect every writer ever to get everything right about every character, but they couldn’t even get the way he talks right. They couldn’t even realize that “hey, maybe he wouldn’t like this stuff”.

I’m so tired of Damian being reduced to tropes and archetypes that don’t fit, and seeing people actually cheer it on.

He’s not a normal kid, he’s never been shown to be interested in the stuff they act like until they suddenly acted like he was. 

He was a unique character that had stories that could’ve been told but instead people chanted for him to be one of those blood curdlingly generic characters ever.

He’s just a school bully type of character now with a secret heart of gold or something.

He was more then that, and he deserves to be more then that.

Why is the generic and simple being cheered on?

He stuck out like a sore thumb, and had unique stories that could’ve been told, but instead it seems like so many people just want him to be the most bland, generic excuse of a character ever because they find it cute or something.

To me, Damian should’ve never been made, at least not have been put into the main DC universe. I believe that his introduction broke a lot of the Bat-Family because of writers constantly making everyone out of character to try and make him work, when just letting characters react like how they would react would be much more interesting and unique. I think in the long run he was a very bad idea, BUT, if you’re going to do it, why are you constantly ruining the character that you soiled a lot of stuff for to begin with just like that? You can’t even care about that? 

You are a comic book company, your basic design should be to create characters and stories that entertain people. Your basic structure shouldn’t be to just bastardize the stuff you made when people were enjoying it.

Even the stuff you went out of your way to do and partially left a mess you later on just butchered.

How is a company that produces fiction run by people that can’t understand what’s in their own product?

I wouldn’t be nearly, even close to as upset as I am unreasonably so right now if this stuff didn’t keep happening. If this obviously avoidable stuff didn’t keep showing up. If this was one time weird thing then what ever, but this obvious stuff keeps happening, like no one knows why they’re writing what they are.

Like this isn’t about so much as Damian saying “yo” and implied to have a card collection, as it is me being upset that DC keeps getting the simplest things about their own characters wrong to such an extent that even the most bare bones obvious thing about a character is even being done wrong. They couldn’t even get how a character that talks very distinctly speaks right, they couldn’t even get their very straight forward and simple life style right.

I wish DC would just go bankrupt or something, because it’s so stupid that every comic I read there’s a bunch of ridiculous stupid garbage in it.

But OH HEY, NIGHTWING’S COMING BACK.

Tynion’s a bad writer, but he at least knows that maybe fans would like their favorite character to be called by their actual name. So I guess one of the dumbest decisions DC’s probably made ever is being undone, but the fact the decision was ever made to begin with is ridiculous.

[mobius-prime]

206. Sonic the Hedgehog #138

Return to Angel Island (Part 1): The Message

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Jon Gray Colors: Jason Jensen

We're in for a big one, guys! This is another four-parter, and it's time to finally find out what's going on on Angel Island! But first, Sally and Sonic have to deal with the blowback from the king about their little Tommy mission. King Max chews them out for a while, with Sally tersely accepting the scolding, but Sonic actually attempts to cover for Sally by lying (badly) that she only came along because he kidnapped her. Of course, the king doesn't believe him, and after coldly calling into question Sally's ability to rule in his stead when they leave on their tour, he sends them off.

Yikes. Seems things are going to stay frosty between these two for a while. That afternoon, the king and queen, along with Uncle Chuck as their advisor and Antoine as their bodyguard, depart for their world tour. Shortly thereafter, everyone is hanging out in Chuck's diner, which is currently being manned by Jules and Bernie, while Sonic confides in Knuckles and Julie-Su about his troubles with Sally. Julie-Su points out that Sally's feelings are understandable to a degree, as she herself struggled for a long time after Knuckles' return from the grave with feeling comfortable about him going back into battle. The conversation is interrupted by a sudden crash at the door, and everyone is shocked to see a badly injured Charmy and Saffron enter the establishment and immediately collapse. They're immediately taken to receive medical attention, and after that Sally questions the two on what exactly happened. Charmy and Saffron relate, stricken by grief, how Eggman attacked their home at the Goldenhive Colony, and try as they might, they failed to save anyone - and they mean literally anyone. Their parents, all their friends, every single other member of the colony is dead now. I have to say, while this is certainly an… effective way of kicking to the curb Kenders' weird plans to shunt Charmy away from the spotlight, it's also an incredibly brutal way. I mean, how many others here have lost literally everyone they care about? Oh, wait, Knuckles is getting there! Fittingly, at that exact moment a transmission comes through on the Technolo-Tree, but the only thing that can be made out through the static is that Locke is apparently being held prisoner on Angel Island. And at that moment, Knuckles' patience, so carefully maintained just a couple issues ago, finally snaps.

Sally, you have to remember that it's been almost an entire year that he's been off his island, and he knows he still has friends and family stuck there, with Eggman doing who knows what to them. Can you blame him for wanting to rescue literally the only home he's ever known from Eggman's brutal occupation? Sonic sheepishly leaves with Knuckles, and together they, Julie-Su, the Chaotix (back together again! Also this time including Ray, who's been severely sidelined for quite some time now, and Saffron), and Bunnie all pile into the FFS and fly to Angel Island. Bunnie remains behind at Sonic's request, since he wants to make sure Sally still has a heavy hitter watching over Knothole while they're gone, and everyone else airdrops in, landing in the Marble Garden Zone. Sonic races away to do some split-second recon, and comes back with some pretty horrendous news - there's an honest-to-god prison camp not far from there location, sponsored by Eggman, run by dingoes, and filled with enslaved echidnas being worked half to death by their captors. So, naturally, the intrepid infiltrators race directly in and start causing some havoc.

Okay, this is something I've danced around for quite a while now, but… I really don’t like the portrayal of the dingoes as this weird military hive mind. Penders very obviously based them off of Nazi Germany in many ways (like… as we saw before in KtE#22, his hints toward this weren't subtle at all), and I believe he's even said that he deliberately only ever showed male dingoes, avoiding portraying women and children among their ranks, so they didn’t appear too sympathetic. Quite aside from the fact that that's a kind of ridiculous and sexist position to take especially given that one of the comic's current most threatening villains is in fact female, this just turns the dingoes into cardboard cutouts of villains instead of an interesting opposing faction in this world's political landscape. I mean, how much more interesting would they be if the story bothered to humanize them, make them relatable? But of course, that would mean that Penders would have to portray his precious echidna society as less than honorable for discriminating against them, and we can't have that, so instead they're all just military hardasses who love xenophobia and hate democracy. Hell, even the actual Nazis had more depth to their evil actions than the dingoes. And, to be fair, I know that this arc is written by Karl, not Penders, but he's just building on everything that Penders has established here, so I'm still putting the blame on Penders.

Anyway, the heroes make quick work of the dingoes stationed in the camp, though Knuckles takes a bad blow that Sonic has to save him from due to his lack of powers. Knuckles begins to protest at being helped, but he's suddenly drowned out by chanting… from the echidna slaves they've just freed. They're all bowing down to him and calling him the Avatar, hailing his return. A flabbergasted Knuckles spots Remington among the crowd and asks him what the hell is going on, and Remington explains that there's been a bit of a, eh, religious revival shall we say, among the echidnas on the island ever since he returned from the dead. Apparently, there's an old prophecy from the Ancient Walkers stating that someone will come back from the dead and deliver everyone on the island from their suffering, and, well, Knuckles fits the first part of that criteria. However, he'd barely come back from the dead before Eggman made his move on the island a year ago, preventing Knuckles from returning until now.

So things have kind of deteriorated to a severe degree in Knuckles' absence. Echidnaopolis is now Dingo City, and the dingoes are led not by General Stryker, who is conspicuously absent, but instead General Kage, a cyborg underling of Eggman's in charge of finding the Master Emerald somewhere on the island. Of course that's what Eggman is really after here, and they've captured Locke with the intention of getting the location from him one way or the other. He's been chained upside down in some dark room, and Kage has been torturing him nonstop for the past few days trying to get him to crack, to no avail. Eggman merely encourages Kage over video call to keep it up, while we transition to the Lava Reef Zone, which is where Knuckles has led all the rescued echidnas to, away from the prison camp. He's here because this is approximately where the message informing him of his father's capture originated from, but suddenly the group finds themselves surrounded by smoke, and out of the smoke steps an army of Dark Legion soldiers, surrounding them with weapons drawn…

Mobius 25 Years Later: My Dinner with Sonic

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Jason Jensen

…but who cares about all that interesting plot stuff when we can watch some forty-something moms chat next to a pool where their annoying kids and husbands are playing? Apparently, despite their husbands' rivalry, Julie-Su and Sally have actually become pretty good friends over the years, and lament that they barely get together anymore because of Knuckles and Sonic's hatred of one another. Sally is upset because of how distant Sonic has been acting lately - according to her, he barely talks to anyone he doesn't have to anymore, including Tails, whom he hasn’t spoken to in three whole years now! Excuse me, what?! Okay, Sonic and Knuckles at least have some precedent for their rivalry, however weak that precedent is, but I cannot even begin to imagine a world where Sonic just straight up ghosts his best friend for apparently no reason. Literally, no reason is given! He just doesn't like Tails anymore now! Also, in this timeline, Tails is married to Mina and he's moved to Downunda, because why the hell not? Who needs to make sense or give reasons for anything in their plot? Oh, but that's not all! If you thought that was the extent of Sonic's incredibly out-of-character writing, you thought wrong!

That's right - Sonic the forty-one-year-old father, war hero, and king of an entire nation is apparently so petty about not being able to hit a volleyball in the pool that he thinks it's acceptable to shove his own young son under the water so he can get to the ball instead. And this isn't just some case of me taking these panels out of context - on the very next page Manik rightfully calls him out on this, only for Sonic to irritably say that Manik has been "getting in his face all afternoon" and that this was the only way he could get to play with the ball. And then, just as if to rub this in our horrified faces, Knuckles also comes over and points out how terrible of an action this is, and when Manik speaks up SONIC FORCES HIM UNDER THE WATER AGAIN TO GET HIM TO STOP TALKING. I just… I cannot even begin to express how bad this is. This is literally the opposite of Sonic the Hedgehog. You cannot get further off the mark than Penders just has right here. Everything about Sonic's characterization in this arc is bad and inaccurate to who he really is, but this interaction right here is the cake topper, the prime example of just how much Penders does not understand the characters he is trying to write. I can pinpoint this as the exact moment I lost all remaining respect for Penders as a writer. I've defended him before, and I stand by my opinions that I do enjoy many of his earlier stories for the comic, but this is a goddamn travesty. Penders. Needs. To. Stop.

*sigh* We have to finish today's issue, so let's… let's just get to the end. Everyone goes inside for dinner, with Sonia and Manik heading out to play with Lara-Su while the adults have dinner together, because apparently they're so stuffy they don't even let their own kids eat with them. Knuckles and Sonic start arguing at the table, big shocker there, while Abby desperately tries to serve them dessert and their boring wives try to rein them in.

Are we gonna hear anything about what the "drone problem" or the "Overlander uprising" entailed? Those sound too interesting, so NOPE! Instead, the kids walk by and overhear the argument and promise each other they'll never fight like their parents do, while Manik tries to put the moves on Lara-Su, who is not having it. The argument ends when both Knuckles and Sonic belch simultaneously while their wives scold them disapprovingly - I think Penders is trying to go for a comedy movie sketch type thing here where classical music ramps up in hilarious intensity behind the bickering over the family dinner before everything ends on a few sharp notes from the string section, but it just comes off as utterly cringeworthy. Knuckles finally - finally! - manages to get to the point of this entire arc, which is to tell Sonic about how the world is ending. Yes, it took this long for him to tell the main character of this goddamn comic about the main conflict of this goddamn arc. Kill me. Someone please kill me.

…are you kidding me?! You mean all this time we could have been exploring the ramifications of a planetwide environmental disaster caused by dimensional travel, and the possibility of having to evacuate the planet's population into space, and instead we got to watch two boring husbands belch at each other over goddamn dinner?! I'm done. I'm so done. Everything about this sucks and I hate it. Ken Penders, if I ever see you in person, I will be throwing these hands.

[evilelitest2]

Just heard your Berserk Fatal Flaw. I agree with a lot of stuff but dude... I.. I don't know if I can follow you anymore seeing you chose to be so wrong about Casca. I need revalue everything you have said. Nah, just kidding, I love ya man. This really is the first time I'm seriously disagreed with you on something though. Not about the way she's been treated (I will add it's not JUST the rape that got to her state), but she is a complex, layered character. In my opinion.

First off, thanks a lot for listening to the Berserk review, I really appreciate it, and its fine if you disagree (nice joke btw). And thanks for asking the question politely (if people want to know what we are talking about, the podcast in question is here) Personally I think Caska has a great character design I love the way she looks especially compared to most anime women characters, (I actually designed a Casca look alike for a dark souls playthrough) and you are right it isn’t just the constant rape that makes her the way she is.  With all due respect I don’t really see the complexity of Casca (is it Casca or Caska?  I keep seeing alternative spellings), I mostly see people referencing complexity without really showing it.  For contrast, lets talk about a different abused character, Guts (Gatz...no i’m just kidding)

Gut’s life is also defined by traumatic events which shape his personality  To witAn unloved Childhood full of physical Abuse Killing his first man at a young ageBeing raped Finding out that his father figure sold him out Accidentally  being responsible for killing a Fairy child who wanted nothing but to help himSeeing his father figure break downFather Figure attempting to murder himMurdering the Father FigureBeing driven out by his surrogate family Period of LonlynessKilling a child who metaphorically was Guts Having his “best friend” (AND NOTHING ELSE) betray him after Guts was nothing but faithful, murder all of their companions by leating them get tortured and eaten by demons, and seeing the women he loves get raped in front of him while having his arm and eye removed and left totally helplessMeeting Puck 

(This manga is weird) 

Every one of these is a horrifically traumatizing event but each one actually tells us something different about Guts, he isn’t just “Traumitized” each one of them informs us about a specific aspect about his personality.  To wit, his abusive unloving and neglectful father fiture who showed just enough affection for Guts to latch unto means that Guts is also defined by his desperate need for affection and love.  Guts really craves friendship and equal relationships and at his heart is a bit of a people pleaser.  However because his father figure then betrayed him in the worse possible way, he associates that aforementioned desire for love to be a weakness unto itself, and he has thoroughly internalized the notion that being weak is a crime and not only hopes never to be weak, but is constantly beating himself up for “being weak”.  

(pictured, hetrosexuality) 

The irony of the strongest man in the world is torturing himself for “being weak” is the core of the story.  Because he is obsessed with always being strong, he doesn’t allow himself access to feelings he really wants to experience, like friendship, attraction to Casca....attraction to Griffith (This story is so fucking gay) and basically tries to avoid dealing with feelings through the very popular use of horrific violence, which doesn’t work, so he keeps trying to have more violence the cycle continues.  His attempt to go be by himself is an important part of his heeling process, because he is learning to actually define himself by himself, not just as a giant mass of muscles with a sword.  He hasn’t really thought of himself as a person until he joins Griffith’s band, and hasn’t thought of himself as “the bad guy” until he killed a child and was like “um.....wait.....I’m the victim here.....fuck”

And that is what separates Guts from Griffith, he ultimately does accept blame for his actions.

(pictured, character growth) 

So each traumatic event informs Guts as a person, and they all tie into the larger theme of Machismo  What is interesting about Berserk is that it is actually about toxic masculinity, both Guts and Griffith are people who are super macho and are extremely unhealthy in how they approach masculinity.  In fact what they have in common is that neither one of them is actually happy with the coarse they are pursuing, but they keep doing that because to do otherwise would make them feel weak.  Griffith wants to have a castle....kinda of for its own sake, it is not like he has any political ambitions or dreams, he doesn't have reforms he wants to initiate, he just wants a castle because he made a goal when he was 7 and has a really hard time changing direction.  Meanwhile Guts keeps pushing everybody away from him and all he wants is some sort of support unit.  Hence why the manga is named after a Suit of armor that tears you apart as you murder people

I..don’t get this from Casca.  Maybe i’m not paying attention enough and i’m missing it, but it feels like each traumatic event leaves her kind of the same until she suddenly losses her personality (I haven’t read the latest chapters yet so maybe she has had her personality restored).  Each cycle of trauma seems to leave her just....kinda of the same

(I do like this scene though) 

So young Casca we see in the flashback is just kinda...demure.  Then Griffith makes her kill a guy (like a dick) and from that point on we see somebody who is controlling, obsessive, tense and hostile towards everybody but Griffith.  And that is...kinda it.  LIke I don’t really see how she changes internally and I don’t see how we go from that to “becomes a child”  Why does Casa become a child rather than Guts?  

My issue with Casca is that we are always viewing her from outside and she is defined by her relationship with the characters rather than with herself.  Guts and Griffith both have scenes where the narrative gets us to see what they are thinking internally but beyond one or two exceptions, Casca always seems like a character who exists as a satellite.  She bounces between rape threat and rape threat and never seems to be able to come into her own.  The scene taht upset me the most with Casca was the Eclipse, because while Juddeau and Pippin and even fucking Corkus got there own special moment where they either fought a bunch of demons or died in a specific way, Casca, the best fighter other than Guts, goes down without killing a single demon.  Her last big fight was against the comedy relief villain.  And in a manga where the way people murder their fellow human beings is actually how they express there character that says a lot. I never actually see the complexity beyond the writing saying that she is complicated, just like she is built up to be a great fighter but never seems to do much. 

(I kinda wish we had gotten to see more of this rather than just skipping it over)

The only time where I kinda liked Casca was the bit between her hooking up with Guts and the Esclipse, ecause then she and Guts were in a relationship and actually got out of their shells a little bit, and its the first time we see them actually show more of their humanity.  

(I also like this scene) 

Just to be clear, you aren’t wrong for liking the character, even if we can prove taht Casca is objectively a bad character, you aren’t wrong for liking her.  The Strength of the art design and the way she is built up means that it makes sense if you like her, I just kinda feel like the narrative doesn’t, and the beset version of Casca i tend to see are the ones fans imagine rather than the one which is written.  Epsicailly because she is one of the very few female POCs in anime/manga who isn’t racist or offensive in regards to race.  

(.....wtf)

[donttellpeterparker]

When In Europe

Summary: Europe was a magical place that captivated everything from art to music to food and even love. It had captured your entire being and drew you closer to someone you were trying so desperately to stay away from. It took only a matter of time for everything to start spinning out of control...

Requested: No

Word Count: 3k+

Note: Please listen to this and watch this

Warning(s)?: Senior!Reader, Senior!Peter, FFH, Angst, Fluff,

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When In Europe

(Different writing style)

Spending my time in Europe had been epic. It had only been three days into my trip and honestly, I never wanted to leave. Visiting all the monuments and tourists attractions instantly had me hooked to this place. I was so glad I spent the past year saving up for this, those extra shifts at the cafe really were paying off.

There was only a few months before graduation, a last trip with all of our friends before we departed each other to start our own journey. I teared a little knowing this was probably the last time we will all be together, not arguing, studying, stressing over an oncoming exam or anything like that, just being in the moment, together. I couldn't have been happier.

''Come on Y/N, we have five minutes before Mrs Y/T/N possibly burst through our door and finally slaps us across our heads'' My friend MJ laughed from beside me, referring to one of our teachers who have joined us. Her and Mr Harris had the dreaded job of controlling the Senior Year, poor them.

I smiled to myself in the mirror and made sure my lip gloss was perfectly across my lips before popping my phone and wallet into my off the shoulder purse. Only two more days of bliss before reality set back in.

''Let's go'' I couldn't contain my excitement, I was sure I was annoying MJ to no end. Tonight was the night of the ball. I know, it sounds tacky but honestly, it also sounded kinda fun. Ever since the school Prom last year, any dance would be better than that one.

''Oh god come on Sarah! This is going to be the best night of our youthful lives!''  I was beyond excited for tonight. Prom. We weren't Seniors but this night was important to all high school students. We rarely had dances so all year levels were aloud to attend Prom, though all the years below Senior had to leave by 10.

''God your always so dramatic'' Sarah sassed as we sat in the back giggling together. Both of us had managed to score dates, mine be Mike, a forwarder for our school football team and Sarah's boyfriend, Andrew who was the Quarterback. (sorry, I'm Australian so I'm not sure how American football works)

''Why thank you Darling'' My horrible accent had us both into hysterics once again. Once we had arrived courtesy to Sarah's dad driving us, we hopped out and waved goodbye walking arm in arm into the school gymnasium.

''Hey you'' Andrew came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Sarah, twirling her around as she giggled. She mouthed 'sorry' to me and I just waved her off, hoping she would enjoy her night.

''Wow you look... so hot'' I faked a smile and turned to face Mike. I wasn't asked out by anyone, not even the guy I was falling for.. but it didn't matter, Andrew's friend did so I wouldn't have to go tonight alone.

''Not to bad yourself'' I tried to compliment but it just didn't feel.. right. He just smirked and took my hand beginning to walk me away when he saw something.

''Oh god, what the hell is that loser doing here?'' He asked aloud and turned around. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around myself. There, not 20 meters away was Peter Parker walking through the doorway, stopping suddenly when his dazed eyes reached mine.

I could hear Mike scoff from beside me, turning back around uninterested. Instead I stared at Peter and smiled sadly, wondering myself why he was here. He hated dances, and especially attending them alone. He nodded his head and smiled timidly at me before glancing around, still looking dazed. The look unsettled me more than it should have. My eyes followed him as he walked past us, Mike muttering some insult underneath his breath as he approached Liz Allen. Of course, the Senior he had been crushing on.

I was an idiot, a complete and utter idiot. Why would he even like me back when he had her? And especially in the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen. She smiled happily at him and-

''Come on gorgeous'' Mike had interrupted my thoughts when he began to lead me onto the dance floor, exactly towards the middle. I shake my thoughts and move my eyes to his, trying to hide the heartbreak and hurt that I was currently feeling towards a certain brown eyed boy.

He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him as a slow song began to play, my eyes finding Sarah and Andrew in the distance snuggled up together, an occasional kiss shared between them. Was it too much to want something like that? Someone to hold, care for, love?

''I can't do this'' I looked for the familiar sound of his voice and frowned once I saw him, leaving Liz. She looked shocked and confused as he took off, racing towards the side exit of the gym. I kept slow dancing with Mike as I watched, my eyes following his retreating figure as worry began to settle in my stomach. Why in the world would he ditch the girl he was madly in love with?

''I'm going to go get us a drink ok?'' I asked Mike without looking at him, he responded with an 'okay' and let me go. My legs took me into the direction where Peter ran off to, my arms opening the doors before I can even process what I was doing.

But I regretted it instantly. All I could see down the hall was just that, an empty space filled with lockers and doors that lead to classrooms. There was no sign of Peter. But then again in my life there never really was, wherever he was going I was never really following... till now.

And even then.. he's gone.

It was as if I stopped trying after that night. I didn't ask anymore questions about his disappearances, I didn't voice my concern, worry, or anything. We fell out of touch but yet I never fell out of love with him.

''Are you okay?'' Mj walks up behind me once she realised I was spaced for a while. I look over my shoulder and wiped away a tear, nodding my head.

''Yeah, totally, come on, the day awaits'' I knew MJ didn't buy it but she didn't ask either which was good. We left our shared hotel room and made our way down into the lobby to meet up with everyone else.

''Okay gather around now! Hurry! We haven't much time!'' All 56 of us excited teenagers did as the Tour Instructor asked.

''Now as you are all aware of, We have been invited to the masked ball held by Mr and Mrs Salvatore, proud owners of the beautiful History Of Europe Museum for their grand Opening! We were very lucky yesterday to get a sneak peek and small tour, now, you'll only have a few hours after lunch to shop for your dresses, suits and masks, all have which been acquainted for apart of your allowance.-'' I had droned out, admiring all the lovely art works that hung in the quite historic. God this whole country was beautiful on the inside as well as the outside.

''God I feel like I am in some cheap fairytale'' MJ comments beside me stirring me from my thoughts. I glance at her and laugh, slightly agreeing with her.

''So on we go to the Theater!'' I was silently excited for this as opposed to many of the other students.

''And let the torture continue'' I smiled once again at MJ's remark before following behind everyone else and onto the shuttle bus.

~*~*~*~*

''So apparently, we are heading to lunch now, then into town for shopping, then we get the afternoon off to get ready'' I was saddened by the idea of leaving the theater so soon. I had wanted to walk around backstage, soak in the atmosphere.

''I'll meet you at the bus'' I had left MJ and walked around the other students and headed back onto the theater stage. We were again, lucky, to be able to get access to one of the most famous theaters in the world, having it all to ourselves for a little over an hour.

Walking up the steps I had expected to be alone, not to see a figure standing right in the middle. I took small and slow steps towards the center as well, not really paying attention to the other person as I stare out in the auditorium. The hundreds of red cushioned seats starring back at me.

I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling at peace.

''Beautiful isn't it?'' I asked aloud, my eyes opening to see the blarring lights still shining down.

''It definitely is'' I could feel myself freeze when I recognised the voice. I stiffened and wished the ground right then and there would swallow me up whole. I slowly turned my face to the side and saw Peter standing not too far away, already looking at me. I licked my lips nervously and glanced down at the ground.

It hurt being near him.

''We should get back to the others'' I spoke up with a small voice now, wanting to leave.

''We still have a few more minutes'' It was as if he wasn't fazed. Like we haven't being ignoring each other for the past 12 months. I wasn't sure whether to be angry or upset, or both.

''Lunch will be soon'' Speaking so formally at him felt wrong. Peter just nodded but continued to pick up the peaceful serenity of this place.

It was silent for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to speak or say.

Did he feel nervous and uncomfortable like I did? Did he feel like he had been punched in the chest when he saw me? Of course not.

''You've been quiet these past 24 hours'' Why the hell would I bring this up?

''Just had some stuff on my mind'' He had gotten very good at lying. He was acting weird like he normally would, even on this vacation.

''It's more than that'' I found myself speaking, turning to face him. No matter how hard I tried I still cared for him, even when I hated myself for it. He looked at me and starred for a few seconds, a look in his eyes I couldn't pick up on before he smiled.

''You could always tell when I was lying''

''Cause you're an awful liar'' We both laughed. It was nice. He slowly began to walk away and casted me one last glance.

''You look really pretty today'' He said shyly and quietly, so quietly I almost missed it. I starred after him in shock as he left, walked down the stairs and out the doors.

''So do you..'' I murmured after him but it was pointless. I left out one last glance before leaving as well, my heart swirling with emotions I had buried long ago. (Spider-man FFH trailer anyone?)

~*~*~*~*

Dress shopping with MJ in Europe was probably not one of my most favourite things to do. After I told her about my very short and probably non meaningful conversation with Peter she wouldn't stop yapping. She told me to stay away from him, knowing how much I still felt for him.

''It's been forever, I mean, maybe it was just Deja Vu? You know, with feelings instead of the scenario'' Even I knew I was bullshitting myself.

''Doesn't quite work like that'' I wanted roll my eyes at her but I knew she was right.

''I've moved on, I'm not in love with him anymore'' I lied. MJ looked at me and smiled as if she bought it.

''Good because he isn't worth it, he's hurt you too much'' Not by his own choice.

''Yeah, I know. Want to be my date tonight?'' I was just about finished with my dress and makeup when we heard a small knock at the door.

''Sorry, Ned has already asked me'' She smiled sadly before opening the door to reveal Ned standing there in a suit, his mask in one hand as he smiles at MJ before turning to face me.

''Hey Y/N'' I smiled back and nodded.

''Ned'' I replied, fixing the final touches of my hair before reaching for my black and white mask from my bed.

''Peter's going stag so do you mind if he joins us?'' Ned asks MJ and she nods slowly, glancing at me. I ignore her look and glance at myself in the mirror one last time, remembering this morning before heading over towards the door.

''Of course'' she responds.

''I'll see you there?'' MJ asks, picking up her own coat and mask. I smile back as I watch her and Ned leave the room, closing the door behind them.

I take a deep breath and try not to glance at my nervous figure in the mirror before taking off myself, heading down to meet everyone to hop on the bus.

~*~*~*~*

Was it weird that I smelt the air as soon as I hoped out of the bus? For some reason the air In Europe smelt fresher, clearer. I lifted your spirits in ways you never thought possible. I loved it. The gloom I was feeling not an hour before soon drifted away as I felt a genuine smile cross my lips, the first one for the day.

I was beyond excited for tonight. I had wanted to spend the night exploring, having a few drinks and soaking in the atmosphere. I was here for that particular reason. I had no care for another dance, not after the last one.

I believed I was cursed when it came to dances. Especially once my eyes found Peter Parker off in the distance standing with Ned and MJ. I quickly looked away before any one of them caught my lingering stare.

My mask was surprisingly comfortable on my face as I walked through the huge doors, smiling to myself in awe at the polished inside of the museum came to life. I took in the art, the high ceilings that hung chandeliers, the waiters were immaculate. I stopped in my floor length gown and stopped once I heard the doors open again, my eyes deceiving me by glancing over my shoulder.

And there he was, Peter Parker being the last to walk inside. How long had I stood admiring my surroundings?

But that wasn't what made me froze. My heart leaped in my chest at the sense of Deja Vu. I didn't mean to get lost in his eyes, I didn't mean to smile as my heart melted all over again. He stayed absolutely still and smiled back, nodding his head as tears brimmed in my eyes, just as before. I turned around this time, not distracted by some other guy as he approached me.

''Hi..'' I opened my mouth to speak but words escaped me.

''Hi'' I was smiling like some love struck fool. God my cheeks were blushing so bad right now but I did not care. The way he was looking at me, the way I had dreamt and wished for so very long, had me locked.

It was cheesy of me to say that it felt like we were the only people in the room but it was true. Everything else fell away into the background. The music was the only thing I could hear, the soft lullabies of a familiar tune playing (insert song) had my chest hammering.

But as soon as the moment arrived it left. Peter frowned and in concern so did mine. It was happening all over again I knew it.

''I have to go'' He said sadly, beginning to walk past me. It was as if my heart was breaking all over again, the same look he had shared with Liz now being shared with me. My head whipped around so fast to see his retreating figure once again. I could feel the tears brimming around my eyes, one falling. My breathing being caught in my throat.

But there was no way I was letting him get away this time so I took off. I raced after him so fast that I was sure I would fall over, especially in these heels. The whole world melted away as I could feel my feet run faster and faster, feeling myself being pulled back into the past. This time, my dress was a cocktail dress, no heels and less makeup. I had exited the gymnasium and into the hallway only this time, I could just see him in the distance.

''Peter!'' I yelled out causing him to stop. His tie was loosen, that was the first thing I noticed soon followed by his scared expression. I quickly jogged up to him with tears in my eyes, seeing a younger version of Peter standing in front of me.

''I can't redo the past'' I said more to myself then him.

''Can't you see I've already been here with you, more than once, I am not doing that again'' A sob left my lips with the words. Peter just stared at me at a loss for words. I shook my head as another tear slipped onto my cheek.

''Nothing's changed, after a whole year nothing has changed'' I spoke, Peter just staying still.

''I am so tired of living in the past, I am so sick of my feelings being in the past but hurting me more in the present''

''So tell me, or show me that some part of you, anything, feels for me'' Peters eyes softly widen at my confession.

''Anything but please, don't run, not again'' I begged. It was as if something had clicked inside of him and he started towards me.

''Please, Peter I lo-'' I could soon feel warm lips on mine, placed so gently that it took my breath away. My eyes instantly shut as I felt myself being drawn back into reality. The lighting in the room changing back into the Museum, the past now being replaced with the present.

Peter's warm hands cupped my cheeks holding me still and close towards him.

I could feel him slowly pull away, his lips only a breath away from mine. My forehead resting against his, eyes still closed.

''I've never ran away from you'' He spoke so softly in a whisper. He searched my eyes looking for something. I gulped and glanced at his lips once again, feeling his hands still cupping my face, the warm tingles still pulsating through me. He lent in again slowly and let out a shaky breath.

''But I do have to go'' And just as soon as the rush came it left again. He pulled away and left, his hands leaving me cold as he raced away, rushing out the doors. I stood still and let another tear leave my eye as I just watched.

Peter was more complicated than I could ever explain. Maybe that was why I was so drawn to him. He was there one minute and gone the next, but in that minute, I felt whole.

So In spite of myself I smiled. A tingle still upon my lips as I turned around and joined everyone else.

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A/N: A very different imagine, hope you guys enjoyed! :) xoxo

[smallgayblanket]

OOh - tell me some of your headcannons for the egos?

Ohhh man oh man oh man- which one do i even start with..

I have a load of different HCS that fit certain different spins of how the egos are depending on one what kinda universe they are apart of..

For example, I have one about JJ- Where he was actually made mute by Shawn, except Shawn while his body was puppeted by the ink demon creature that resides within him. (Ive even RP’d a thing with a friend where Shawn’s ink counterpart forced ink into JJ and JJ ended up having his own alter ink persona called Cole.) 

JJ is a bartender- and hes suuuper good at knowing exactly what someone will enjoy as a drink, call it a superpower, he hardly ever goes wrong when asked what he suggests they’d like.   

(Also he has a pocket watch which contains the soul of an old man called Horace who likes to try and provide old man advice to the lad.) 

And although hes a timey fellow, I actually HC’d his ablity would to be to control liquids, his veins in his wrists glow when he does it, its very fancy (and extremely pretty when he can make creatures out of water dance on the surface of the lake)  However over use leads to him suffering an experience of drowning which can be rather dangerous and awfully scary. 

JJ also has a huge fear of knives.

Also I picture him having silver tipped hair, which is just a touch long and flops in his eyes occasionally.

JJ Also suffers malnutrition because of his sore vocal cords/throat. It can be  struggle to get him to eat!. (Did i mention I cannon him as selectively /half mute because he can still talk but its raspy and hurts to do so ? ^^’ ) 

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Jackie

Jackie!! my ladd. Hes a great guy, buff, charming, super big sweetheart too. 

He runs a couple of jobs, depending on where hes at which include: a comic book shop, a gym, or just sneakily hiding in plain sight as a gas station convenience store clerk. 

I HC that his eyes are actually a blue tinted lilac, and glow gold.

He has a red patch in his hair!

Hes v v fast, and buff.

I also had this whole thing about him being able to create glowing golden orbs and if he makes enough of them he can basically make a clone out of orbs, and they copy what he does!

However, I’ve also always adored Phionex! Jackie, who lost his wings and desperately wants to grow them back but despite being reborn from ash they seem to still refuse to resprout. 

Because of  his inhuman nature, he runs really fucking warm! so hes like a human heater.

He gives real good advice, and the bestest fuckin hugs. 

Also for some reason whenever I write him speaking he has a bit of southern in him?

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Robbie

Robbie. Is the softest of lads, he drowns in his sweaters, and as a few autistic traits. Not a fan of big loud noises and crowds and loves soft things to nuzzle up against. Also big oral fixation, boi needs some chew toys.  Hes a good lad, eager to help out and be around the other egos, but also quite the quiet type and happy to sit around at home in his piles of blankets.

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Chase

I totally HC that Chase suffers from Chronic fatigue, which is part of why his depression got so bad and that he tries his best to make use of his energy. Poor guy can get real tuckered out when he pushes himself too hard.

He's always kept the lime green mess on the top of his head, though sometimes it gets more yellow then he means for it to get. 

He has a tattoo dedicated to his kids hidden under his sleeve on his upper arm/shoulder. It's of some cool triangles. One in red for his son, one in purple for his daughter.

He does really well trying to maintain his bro average channel.

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Anti

I kinda have a couple views on Anti, since I love cold asshole murder, and also the possibility of ships with a slightly more misunderstood but softer guy.

Hes got static blue eyes, that you’ll only see if hes being vulnerable or super tired that he cant maintain the scary green glow. 

I have a HC that hes actually a missing part of Jacks soul, hence why he feels so unstable, incomplete and sad. Hes missing all the good bits that Sean has, and is left with a cold fragment of what he could really be.

However he has, and does murder. Though he attempts to murder those who have actually done wrong. 

Very sassy and snappy. Takes alot to get to get to who he actually is.

On the other hand he can just be a fucking ruthless torturer and crazy sadistic asshole who has it out for nearly everyone! 

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Angus!

Survival hunter. Weird accent mix of Australian and Irish. Uses 'mate' 'oi' 'bag a few of them' 

Has a trusty machette. And an epic bow which he's p good at using. Large knowledge of trees and animals and survival.

Wears alot of camo/brown stuff. Loads of pockets. Pocket knife/multitool Hair usually slicked back or messy.

Finger less gloves! Oceany more greeny pale eyes. Totally has some cool studs in his ears- maybe a little wolf fang in the side or something.  Beard more like is soft and fuller and well maintained.

 Freckles??? sunspots?? yes. Also toned n tanned Def has scars. On his neck, over his cheek and right eye. Plenty on his hands from burns and stings. Has some nasty ones on his ankle on his right foot from accidentally encountering a rouge set up bear trap- nearly lost his foot. Because of that theres sometimes a faint limp that's only kinda there when hes sick/tired.

Obviously wears boots.

Eats alot of trail mix.Loves his meat tho.

Also partakes in Woodcarving !!

Sometimes rather foolishly ignores when hes hurt.

Lost his right leg from the knee down to an awful incident with a hippo Has a prosthetic leg. 

Also lost from his elbow down his forearm n hand to a Wedingo.

if he were to have a Home it would basically be a sanctuary. Like a huge property out of the way and secluded.. Nice and private. 

HE HAS A St. Bernard. Big puppo-  Called Baloo.

He grows some cool ass rare flowers, some homegrown vegtables n berries. Maybe even a cashew tree/apple tree. Plenty of shade but also fresh air. 

He has solar panels too so hes basically not needing anyone asides the trip to the shop for like basics he cant acquire like soaps n milk n stuff.

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Blank  

My fucking. Boi. 

Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him.

He has a rare heart issue which makes him prone to fainting and collapsing without much warning.  Still, he tries.

He mumbles an awful lot, and has boughts where his aura ges really bad and he numbs out..(Usually in the corner of his room, everything dark, and loads of errie whispers..) 

His aura can manifest into dead vines. He can also absorb other auras so they cant affect him/others!

Sometimes stray petals end up in his hair.

He’s truly trying to be a good lad, hes just a bit odd and misguided. He worries he’ll turn into a monster.

He fucking loves the moves Finding Nemo, and Finding Dory, because he can be very forgetful too.

Honestly, fav boi, should write more for him i just l ove him alot okay. 

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KOTS

Personally, I HC that the KOTS is actually called Simon. Occasionally i like to picture him with both ears and tail, but generally hes just a guy in glasses in a red sweater who is generally a little skittish and usually quite frazzled.  However he actually isnt all that dumb, and has quite an extensive knowledge on the forests flora and fauna. 

I did have a really mean HC that hes actually allergic to PB, but only in the sense that it upsets his tum, so like a lactose intolerant person, he eats it and regrets that later.

Also, he has a really nice hanging egg nest thing thats really cushioned and he loves to curl up and sleep there with a nice book.

He’s got really pretty amber eyes too!!

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Edward!!

He fucking loves space!! and Secretly also is not that bad at painting. It's a soothing thing to do in his downtime. 

His favourite treat is anything with white chocolate and raspberry. 

Also, I quite adore my HC that he loses an arm- Either because of upsetting the heads of the household (Dark/Wilford) or because of a house fire. 

(Also this isnt the place to mention it but I did once get excited about the idea of a Google/Edward fusion called Edware.) 

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Yandere  

Nonbinary somewhat MTF.  

They’re a real cutie. but they will punch dickheads without sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..

They have an epic pink katana. Obviously a huge love for japan and its culture and stuff. 

Quite obsessive, but it usually only endangers them for falling so hard that they hurt themselves trying to please their Senpai and beat themselves up over not being worthy or good enough for them when they dont get affection back or end up rejected. 

Also yeah theyre into blood a little bit >.> 

I kinda love the idea of shipping them with Bim and helping him get a supply of ‘meat’ in return Bim gives plenty of affections to satisfy Yans starved nature.

[allthefilmsiveseenforfree]

Child’s Play (2019)

Well it’s Friday, so that means another classic horror franchise is getting rebooted. This time it’s Child’s Play - you know, the one about the spirit of a serial killer that gets trapped inside a talking doll and terrorizes the neighborhood? Well, serial killer spirits are SO 1991, so the 2019 version has updated it to a “smart” doll capable of operating all your wireless devices and there’s no supernatural mumbo jumbo going on here - just a disgruntled factory worker pushing back at unjust labor laws by removing all the safety protocols in ONE doll and shipping it off far away. You know, as most labor disputes get resolved. So Chucky (voice of Mark Hamill) comes to be best friends with Andy (Gabriel Bateman) and soon starts disposing of anyone he believes might be compromising their friendship. I think we all remember how upsetting it was when our Teddy Ruxpins started to do the same thing. So is this AI bringing in a new wave of “smart” horror reboots? Well...

God I hope not. It’s a mess. There’s some ok stuff in here, but wow I have a lot of questions for the director, the screenwriter, and the design team.

This is the worst character design I’ve ever seen. His eyes are both too big to be like a standard doll, but too small to be in the Bratz or anime-type range. Also, he suffers from the Jack Nicholson problem. For as brilliant as Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining is, its casting is truly epically terrible. Jack Nicholson looks crazier than a shithouse rat at the very beginning of the film, making his descent into madness feel a little less like a descent and more like a very level straight line that you could use to hang a picture frame. Same thing with ol Chucky blue eyes here. He looks so uncanny valley creepy right from the get go that when he goes full murder spree it’s like “oh no he’s...doing exactly what his face indicated he would be doing this whole time who could have possibly predicted.” I’m all for the use of animatronic puppetry over CGI but...I just feel like the design here really missed the mark. 

I’m sorry, I’m just so pissed at the inciting incident for this whole thing. Why would your revenge against your shitty boss be to remove all the safety protocols from a microchip going into a device that is shipping halfway across the world from you? What’s the endgame here? Seriously. THE most plausible line of reasoning is “This doll will malfunction and cost this company I hate working for $39.95.” Well, that doesn’t impact your shitty boss. The only OTHER plausible line of reasoning is “This is going to make a murder doll that will malfunction and kill people on the other side of the globe.” That STILL doesn’t impact your shitty boss AND it means this guy is a total sociopath with a diabolical scheme on a level Chucky can’t even dream of. Why isn’t the movie actually about him???

It’s weird to see Aubrey Plaza playing a mom but I kind of love her snark being melded with maternal instinct here. Although, honestly, she does feel more like Andy’s big sister than his mom. 

As for Andy (Gabriel Bateman), he’s actually a really solid leading man in this. Even when he has to break down into hysterics over Chucky’s bad behavior, his performance never veers into whiny or shrill. He’s got a lot of charisma and plays Andy as a fundamentally sweet kid who maybe just doesn’t have many friends because he hangs out with his mom and sucked into the vortex of his phone too much. I was impressed, because he has to carry 80% of the movie by himself talking to an animatronic Annabelle.

I will say, Chucky’s horrible design aside, Mark Hamill does a phenomenal job as the voice of Chucky. Even when he’s repeating the same phrases over and over again, he injects a level of pathos and humanity into Chucky that’s really impressive. I know this isn’t a controversial opinion, but he really is maybe the best living voice actor of our time.

Full disclosure, there is some violence done to a cat that is very distressing, not once but TWICE. The cat dies :( And it’s particularly egregious because not only do you get faked out once thinking “oh this cat is gonna be ok” but THEN after the gruesome part, Chucky uses the sounds of the cat to emotionally torture Andy and the audience. That shit is fucked up.

Um, I’m not sure what lack of googling this screenwriter, Tyler Burton Smith, did but these literal children are not millenials, they are generation Z, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.

The tone is wildly uneven. It’s not funny enough to be a horror comedy, and it’s not really scary, just jump scares and being creeped out by Chucky’s fucking face. Also, the film can’t decide if we’re meant to feel bad for Chucky being a victim of his programming and his shitty preteen masters showing him a bunch of campy slasher movies OR if we’re meant to be scared of him because he’s a murderous monster doing things of his own free will. 

Why are there watermelons in this man’s yard? And the line “a white guy dead in a watermelon patch - poetic” ... what fucking poetry are you reading? Listen, I have two degrees in English literature, and I don’t remember Samuel Taylor Coleridge ever writing anything about any fucking watermelons.

Another weird choice - the movie is pretty gory but not in a fun or campy way. I think sometime around 2010, movies lost the ability to do buckets of blood in a fun way? I know that sounds fucked up, but this isn’t campy or silly, it’s just kind of gross - both trying to be gleeful and also taken way too seriously. At first, when it’s only super pervy or abusive dudes that are getting whacked, it’s like, ok, there’s a comeuppance factor here, this is gross but fine. But then it starts extending to characters that have done nothing wrong and that we’ve been pushed to love and empathize with. So then it feels a lot less fine but still very gross. 

One major highlight - I will watch Brian Tyree Henry in anything. He’s just so so good at everything, and this is no exception.

Also - BTH plays a detective and Andy is literally trying to hide evidence made of human remains in the detective’s apartment. For dayyyyys. Let that sink in. Do you think that shit doesn’t smell?? And he keeps disposing of evidence and things he doesn’t want to deal with in the trash chute of his own building. Where the detective also hangs out. There are other dumpsters, my dude!

If you’re making a murderous doll movie and a guy who looks like Jack Black (Trent Redekop) perving around in a basement is the creepiest thing that happens, that’s probably not a good sign.

Speaking of Not Jack Black, everything in his death sequence makes no sense. Why would you stand on a table saw to get away from literally anything? Why would your table saw have a “smart” functionality? Take this as a warning kids, if Google starts making smart table saws, that’s when we draw the line.

There is one (1) cute dog, and Chucky is uninterested in him. He escapes the movie unscathed and appears to be a Very Good Boy.

Did I Cry? Fucking no, oh my god, not at all. 

This is just a real uneven mess. Some performances shine amidst the terrible material (BTH, Mark Hamill, Gabriel Bateman) but overall, I had a lot more fun with the playfully wicked marketing campaign (coming out the same day as Toy Story 4, the film leaned into the gag by creating a series of posters depicting some gruesome ends to our favorite Toy Story characters, with Chucky being responsible). If this had been more comedy, less uneven revenge porn, this might have had a fighting chance at being something really interesting. As in most things, though, I have to advise you stick to the original.

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